She had hardly slept the night before. Knowing that this was the day she had waited for as long as she could remember was too much for her brain to handle. What seemed like a lifetime of yearning was culminating in the moment she had feared would never happen.

Something deep inside her was ready to be borne; the cocoon was about to release its butterfly; the flower that had been under-nourished for so long had finally been properly fertilized and was ready to bloom.

She was moving in with Daddy today.

She couldn’t remember much from her life before Him. What was clear was that everything before had been a constant sense of waiting. Yearning. Feeling incomplete.

Friends and family didn’t understand. After all, everyone had relationships. Everyone dated. She couldn’t explain to anyone just how different it felt to be in Daddy’s arms. How His touch made her feel instantly safe. And how everything about Him aroused her in such a way that she felt she could orgasm just from being near Him. Daddy was her world. And He was about to be her home.

So it was, with her heart beating fast, that she opened her eyes on the best day of her life. She walked quickly to the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and smiled a smile of contentment, excitement and relief. She looked back at herself from the glass, seeing the woman she had always wanted to be. But there was something more in her reflection. Daddy’s Perfect Little Girl.

Everything He had made her. All the love and devotion she felt for Him swept over her at once, and she realized a single happy tear was running down her cheek. Realizing that she had never felt so whole in her life brought more tears to her eyes.

She leaned back against the wall of the bathroom and cried. Cried for all the times she had felt alone in the world. All the failed relationships that had ultimately left her empty. The silly boys who didn’t have a clue what it meant to please a woman. The abusive, egotistical wanna-be Doms who made her feel ashamed and aberrant.

It was difficult to think of that last thing. She had been broken down so many times, left crushed after giving herself to someone who either didn’t know what to do with her heart or just didn’t care. How easily giving herself freely had turned to an assault on her mind as well as her body. She brushed these memories away and turned to the time Daddy had first taken her…

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Her trust had been at an all-time low. She had told herself that she wasn’t ready to give herself over to another man who could possess her heart and soul. But there was a power about Him that dissolved all of that fear when He looked into her eyes. She had tried to fight it, but it was no use. The moment he placed his hands on her arms, goosebumps erupted all over her skin. Her breath caught in her throat, and that switch in her brain was flipped before she could do anything about it. His lips met hers, and sparks flew throughout her body. He lifted her up and carried her to the bed, and she felt her soul go limp with her body. It was inescapable. Inevitable. Glorious.

He had gently laid her down and began to run His hands all over her. His touch was gentle yet firm. Her body was coming alive, even though the fabric of her clothes should have been a buffer between His strong hands and her delicate skin. One of His hands slid down her belly and between her legs. Up under her dress and against the soft cotton of her panties. As He cupped her tiny, tight little pussy above her underwear, her sex seemed to burst forth in an embarrassing wetness. She let out an audible moan as her hips writhed uncontrollably at His touch. She seemed to not have control over her movements or her voice. Her breathing was heavy, her thoughts were muddled. Subspace was washing over her, even though He had done nothing specific to Dominate her. Who was this man? Where did this power come from?

Before she could think of an answer, His finger penetrated her. Fireworks exploded in her field of vision. Her body bucked against His hand as He began to fuck her slowly. A second finger slipped inside her drenched, waiting cunt and joined the first as He tapped against her g-spot. His rhythm took her over, and her body raced to the fastest orgasm she had ever had. She came with a loud “Oh my God!” that didn’t seem to be in her own voice. Her hips and legs shook with the eruption of her orgasm, so much that she didn’t even realize He was leaning down to whisper in her ear: “You are Mine. Everything you are belongs to Me.”

Her body was still rocking with the aftershocks as His words echoed in her mind, over and over. And He was right. She was completely His, whether she wanted to be or not. The thing was…nothing would make her happier.

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She shook herself out of her reverie and smiled again at her reflection. She sat down to pee, again thinking about how excited she was to move in with her Daddy. Imagining His touch, His voice, how He commanded her without anger or belittling. Before she knew it, she was slowly stroking her clit, still sitting on the toilet. Her face flushed as she realized what a dirty little girl she was being. Would Daddy approve? Or would He tell her she should be saving her arousal for Him?

She couldn’t help herself, however. The rush was too intense, too wonderful to ignore. She slipped a finger inside herself, just as He had done on that first night. She felt the drops of urine on her fingers, and it only excited her more. She added a second finger and began to fuck her pussy harder and faster. The wet sloop sound of her hand working her fuckhole made her break out in a sweat. She leaned back against the tank and surrendered to the ecstasy of the moment, her ankles stretching her lacy thong to its limit as she spread her legs and pounded herself furiously. She was being a filthy little cumslut, and she loved it. Daddy would not be happy to know she was pleasuring herself before joining Him today. But she also reveled in being a bad little Princess. Principessa, as He liked to call her.

Her dirty little girl orgasm came hard, her hips thrusting against her hand once…twice…and a third time. Although she was obviously alone, she felt like she had eyes on her. As if her mind was being watched by Him. She smiled as she slipped her middle finger in her mouth, tasting her sweet pussy mixed with just a hint of her own urine.

She undressed and got into the shower. Soaping herself up slowly and absentmindedly, her mind turned to the night that Daddy gave her His collar.

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…For Tantalizing Erections and Earth Stopping Orgasms

It was supposed to be a romantic weekend with my wife, one full of love, laughter, and sex. It turned out to be something completely different, completely unexpected, and led to one of the most erotic weekends of my life. But not with my wife.

It started with a massage. I lay there on my belly, enjoying the touch of my talented masseuse. Then she asked me roll over, and what I saw shocked me. This young woman was the image of a past lover, one I hadn’t seen since college over 20 years before. I could feel my cock growing, and was painfully aware of the erection that was clearly visible beneath the thin blanket covering my midsection. She smiled faintly and turned to the door, telling me to “take my time” getting ready to go.

I sat and breathed, thinking about the last time I had seen her. I sat and slowly masturbated, touching myself as I remembered her touching me years ago. When I was done, I felt as though I had just cheated on my wife, and I was sure that this would not be the last time.

When I wasn’t undressing my wife and banging her repeatedly while imagining this blond girl of my past, I was online looking for my past love. I found her on Facebook, and jacked off again and again as I looked through her pictures. I was obsessed, and the very thought of her brought another rock hard erection.

The next week, I hopped a plane across the country to her hometown and made my way to her office (there is no end to what you can do on the internet). The receptionist called her and she entered the lobby, long legs and patent leather heels, a pencil skirt . . . My God. She looked at me, and I watched realization cross her face. She held up a finger as though to say, “Just a minute,” and turned silently away. Moments later, she reappeared with her purse, and took my hand. We walked silently to the car.

Twenty minutes later we pulled up to a small brick house, and she led me upstairs to her bedroom. Suddenly, the urgency was just too much. I pulled her skirt off, heard the zipper break. Soon she stood before me in nothing but a lace bra. She dropped to her knees and put my cock in her mouth. My body seemed to burst into flames as I struggled to keep from coming. I stopped her, pulled her to her feet and kissed her roundly. Laying her down on the bed, it was my turn to give her the pleasure she had given me. I thrust my tongue deep inside her cunt, tasting the sweet wetness that was everywhere. She was ready for me.

After we had tortured ourselves for what seemed like hours, I sat up and pulled her on top of my hard and waiting cock. She slid warmly over it, moaning in pleasure as I filled her up. When at last I orgasmed, it wracked both our bodies; it was something my body hadn’t experienced in, well, over 20 years. We lay together, and it was then that I realized we had not yet spoken to each other. I started to speak when I realized that she was starting again.

I had been working for a 24 hour tech support service for some time and enjoyed it. I generally worked on a lot of college kids’ computers and it was an easy enough job for someone who enjoyed computer repair as much as me. I got a call one night that I was needed in the Eisenhower dorms, room forty-two, and the girl sounded very upset.

When I got to her room, it smelled of candy and incense. A young girl opened the door wearing boxer shorts and a tiny tank top. “My computer won’t go online at all; keeps shutting off, and I have a paper due first thing in the morning. This is so my luck!” She said sounding thoroughly ticked off by the situation.

I couldn’t help but notice her beautiful, shiny legs or how long her neck was. She was an exotic beauty with pale skin, amber freckles and tight red curls that were pulled out of her face with a small head band. “Don’t worry, I can fix it and you’ll be up and typing before you can imagine.”

She smiled at me looking immediately more relaxed. “Can I make you some coffee?” I watched her get some water and the coffee pot, and go in the kitchen while I started navigating the laptop at the table. Within a few moments, I realized what the trouble was. This sweet looking girl had more viruses on her computer from various porn sites than an old plumber-guy might have. I snickered to myself before saying, “This will be a quick fix, but we should talk about maintaining your computer so you don’t have these problems in the future.”

Then I explained to her that looking at porn might be fun for her, but her computer couldn’t take all the problems that pop up when visiting these sites unless she made use of the various free programs I could show her.

Her cheeks grew a rosy red but then she responded in an unexpected manner. She said, “You look too.” In a rushed manner that caught me off guard. But I couldn’t argue with her. I had her computer working like new within the hour, and suddenly we were sharing some of our favorite sites with each other. “Don’t you just love this site for girls with curves?” She asked, and together we picked out several women we found beautiful. Then she asked me something I hadn’t expected. “I generally perform solo for the camera but can make twice as much if I have a partner … Want to video tape us having sex?”

I answered by tracing a finger around her tiny navel that was peaking between shorts and tank top. She looked down at me and pulled her shirt off exposing the creamiest, perkiest set of tits I had ever seen, either on video or in real life. I cupped a supple breast in each hand and she sighed with pleasure. She reached behind me and clicked a couple of buttons and suddenly the two of us were up on her computer screen; our playful motions being sent out to people across the world.

She sat the laptop on the ground in front of a thick maroon rug and then motioned for me to stand on the rug. She moved with the camera in mind, posing and making sure shots of her high, firm ass made it to the screen, along with her kneeling in front of me to unzip my pants and letting them fall to the ground. She undressed me in a matter of moments and then dropped in front of me on all fours.

“If you don’t mind. This way we can both watch ourselves on the screen.”

I knelt behind her ass. The pink skin of her pussy stood out in comparison to the milky white complexion of her skin. It was outlined by soft, red curls that matched the hair on her head. I bit my lip as I entered her hot, wet cleft and watched the look of pleasure on her face in the screen of the computer.

She was tight and slippery around my cock as I pushed into her, and I tried hard not to cum immediately. This was the first time I’d ever seen myself on camera, and the intensity of watching us grind together, doggy style was too much. Within moments I could feel the pressure of my ejaculation building and knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on much longer. She started rocking hard against me and pushing back to meet my every stroke, moaning with pleasure as she did so. In the screen I could see her breasts jiggle and her eyes close as she started to reach orgasm. She came, moaning and driving me into frenzy. I pulled out and shot a hot, sticky load all over the tattoo on her back.

She posted our video, and whenever I want to look at online porn I now have the option to see myself on the screen.

I had bought a gun a week or so after my neighbor had been robbed in her own home. I wanted to be able to protect myself, and since I also wanted to know how to properly shoot the gun I signed myself up for classes at the local range. The moment I walked in I noticed the man behind the counter.

Darren was tall with broad shoulders, a crooked smile and vibrant blue eyes. He was enthusiastic about our lesson and it showed in the way he could barely contain himself. “It’s not often we get ladies who want to learn how to shoot a gun,” he said as he led the way to the target range we would be using. He leaned behind me, wrapping his arms around me to show me how to properly hold the gun. I could smell a soft scent of man and body wash. I was surprised by how hot it was when combined with the cold steel in my hands.

He placed a finger over mine helping me to slowly pull the trigger. The jolt of the gun going off pressed me further into Darren’s body. I drew in my breath as I realized there was a rock hard cock between he and I. We drew away from each other a little hot and flustered. Darren looked at me, and I’m sure I was a sight with my breasts heaving in the new vest I’d chosen to wear. He stumbled through a couple of flustered starts and then finished, “It’s an empty range today, and you are…” He took a moment to breathe, “Smoking.”

“Really?” I asked and started unbuttoning the vest. My breasts sprang forward and Darren grabbed me and bent me over the bench, pealing my pants and panties down in one swift move. I inhaled quickly as he plunged a finger deep into my hot slit.

“You just came to the range to meet a man, didn’t you?” With his hands he spread my pussy and shoved his face deep between my thighs. He inhaled before starting to lick me. He licked inside my cunt, nibbled and sucked on my lips, and then surprised me by running a wet finger around my ass.

“Yes.” I said with a hint of begging in my voice. Strong hands grabbed my hips as a long, warm shaft delved deep into me. I leaned against him and the two of us started grinding back and forth. One of his hands slid forward and started rubbing my clit in tight, slow circles. The pressure and attention to my cunt made me grow sopping wet. I wanted to come so badly I started whimpering in a rhythm.

“What’s the matter?” Darren said, “You want to come?” I nodded and rocked hard against him as his hands started moving faster and harder. I writhed and ground harder against him when I heard a sharp intake of breath. He moaned loud while pinching me and pulling me hard to him. I felt him shutter and then hot liquid swelled inside of me. I have had many lessons with my gun but none were as fulfilling as with Darren.

I was slightly ashamed that I spent as much time as I had at the local coffee joint, but I loved all things caffeine related, and the more work I had to accomplish the more coffee you’d see me guzzling. I had taken a liking to Phil, the handsome Barista that was also attending the local college. He was polite, worked out, had the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen and knew exactly how I liked my coffee.

One Thursday evening I was working particularly late when I noticed the entire shop had completely emptied out. After a few moments, I realized Phil hadn’t seen me in the back corner and had already started locking up and shutting down. I walked up to the counter, my heels making soft noises on the tile floor.

“Hey Phil, I think you’re going to need to let me out. I didn’t realize that you were locking up already.” He turned and looked me up and down. My red dress hugged my curves and had a cowl neck that draped to the top of my cleavage. I worked hard at my law office and enjoyed showing it off with the nice clothing I liked to buy.

“No, I knew you were still here.” He said softly as he walked over to me. “I just wanted to be alone with you for a few moments before I left.” He walked toward me and said, “It’s just that I wanted to tell you that I…” and instead of finishing he pushed me against the wall, my ass smacking sharply against it, and he planted a fierce, wet kiss on my lips. I kissed his full lips back and found myself surprised he didn’t taste like coffee. I reached around and gripped his firm ass that I had been staring at for the last two weeks and groaned.

I shoved back and we fell into one of the booths with me on top of Phil, kissing him as hard as he was kissing me. Our lips and tongues explored each other, and our hands started unbuttoning and diving under clothes to tantalize flesh. Phil had his hand up my skirt pealing my black silk panties off. I straddled him while untying is apron. I couldn’t get enough of touching, caressing and stroking this man I’d fantasized about. He may not have tasted like coffee, but the café smelled like chocolates and coffee beans.

He rose, pulling the rest of his clothes off and then sat in the large, overstuffed leather chair near the café fireplace, pulling me along with him. I thought he’d pull me down onto his lap, however he leaned forward and started teasing my pussy with his tongue. He dipped it gently between my lips and then spread my folds to dip his fingers into my moisture. He worked them in and out until I was moving with his mouth; my hand working his rod up and down. I loved feeling how stretched and smooth his skin was.

A moan slipped past my lips, and I thought my knees might buckle with pleasure as an orgasm moved over me, spreading warmth everywhere. Phil pulled me down onto his shaft hard and fast, bringing a shutter of pleasure out of me. He ground us together, moving and whispering how bad he wanted me. “Ever since the first day you strutted in here with that short skirt and high heels.”

His hands felt along my ass as he moved us together faster and harder. I felt a finger enter me and I moaned; I was close to coming again. Phil started nipping first one nipple, and then he sucked the other into his mouth. Teasing and biting until I was rocking hard against him panting, “I’m gonna cum…” repeatedly until I quivered and screamed pushing against him dripping with moisture. I was finished, but then he picked me up to bend me over the table in front of him. He drove hard into my cunt while fingering my butt, and I bit down on my lip so hard it started to bleed.

He started smacking my ass lightly at first, and then as he panted faster there were harder and faster slaps. With one swift move he pulled me against him, his thighs shaking behind me, he came deep inside me. I could feel the heat spreading against the walls of my pussy, and the sensation brought me to pleasure all over again. For a moment the two of us could do nothing but quiver against each other, slightly afraid to move.

We collected ourselves and sat in front of the fire for a while, sipping cocoa and talking about how long and how often we’d fantasized about each other. We exchanged contacts and agreed to meet for coffee as often as the urge hit us.

There I was. After my fuck buddy left. Waiting for my husband to come and feel me like he’s been asking to feel me. He loves me so much. He has been anticipating this. I finally agreed, and he saw me, heard me. Now he wants to slide inside me wet and stretched, freshly fucked and ready for him. The thought of him sitting there, waiting and wanting. Just knowing I was being pleasured was the whole reason I allowed myself to take in this semi-strangers cock. It was an extreme turn on that he wanted to see me feel good… Hear me feel good… Feel me feel good. His fetish allows me to feel this and for him to enjoy me being turned on… I’m beyond excited. There are no words for the love I have for him. I know I could have said no to this, and he would have been ok with it. But I want to make him happy, and turning him on with his ultimate fantasy is perfect. Couldn’t ask for more.

Now it’s my husbands turn. He walks in with a glowing smile and a giggle, and I knew what was going to happen. The bulge in his pants told me so. He hasn’t cum yet. He watched as I undressed the panties I had on to capture the moisture from the previous session. I wanted to make sure he felt all of it. That was his ultimate naughty fantasy. He was excited. Fully erect. I laid back, and he crawled on top of me, kissed me passionately and told me how he loved me. He loved watching me moan and be pleasured getting off and feeling orgasm after orgasm. Now, sliding himself inside my recently fucked pussy, I whispered to him.. “Does it feel good? Stretched open and waiting all wet for your cock?” He let out a deep moan then started to fuck me hard and deep. Lovingly. Yet thrusting me enough to make me soak the comforter.

He kept telling me how my pussy felt good and kept slowing down taking longer, deep strokes so we can both enjoy the feeling of me being wet and stretched just for him. As he slowed, pulled back and teased my pussy with his hard cock, I couldn’t help but pull him tighter. I’m getting closer to the strongest orgasm. It’s both mental and physical from the teasing and previous session of anticipating receiving him… My hubby. Taking him, knowing he enjoyed me taking another right before. I can’t hold in the orgasm very long. He feels so fucking good inside me… He is hitting my g-spot with his slight curve. It’s the part of his member that drives me wild.

As we are grinding our hips and holding each other tight, he knows though, even freshly fucked, that it’s his pussy. I remind him as I start to cum and whisper to fuck his pussy, I slightly squirt as he keeps thrusting, deeper. I throb all over him and drip cum around his cock; he cums deep inside me. He cums so much it’s getting everywhere. Just how I like it. He knows how I like it. He finished me and put me to bed… Still dripping some of our love juice.

Everyone has their story for the mile high club, but with mine we never got into the air. I was working the desk and helping people turn in their rental cars before they boarded their flight. That was how I met passenger sixty-nine; at least that’s what I like to refer to him as.

He was a put together man, just under six feet, and wearing a suit that was tailored to fit his body very well. He spoke politely and quietly about a stain in the van he rented that he wanted noted. He didn’t want a claim being filed that he’d stained the car, and so I followed him to the drop off parking lot with the camera in hand.

As I stepped into the van, I could feel his eyes staring at my round behind. They no longer required us to wear a form fitting skirt, but I found I was treated better if I looked as sexy as possible. My fitted top was a cool blue, and I always had a few more left unbuttoned at the top than everyone else. My wheat colored hair was pulled back into a knot. I could feel desire from him as I climbed in ahead.

The stain on the seat looked like jam, and as I turned to tell him, I felt fingers tracing the clover on my shoulder. It was a soft, almost delicate touch, and I was a little startled with it. He smelled of honey, musk and the ocean, and I was immediately turned on. The close quarters kept us pressed together.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

His eyes lingered over my petite breasts, and I could tell he wanted to say something so I said, “Were you satisfied with the size of the van? A lot of people feel it’s too big.” I let the statement hang in the air and felt my breath catch wondering if he’d take the bait.

He grinned, “There’s no such thing. I particularly like the room here.” He gestured to the back seat and then he pushed me down onto it. Excitement stirred in me, and I grew wet with desire, wanting him to touch me more; wanting him to reach under the skirt. As though he heard me, he started pushing my skirt slowly up my thighs. His hands were soft and confident as he pushed my skirt all the way up to expose my pussy. He inhaled sharply when he saw that I shaved myself clean and was without panties.

“You like to feel a little breeze while you work, huh?” I bet you taste so sweet, you have my mouth watering.” He said to me, and he started kissing my thighs and tracing the wet circles he left with his finger. He worked his way closer to my lips, and I couldn’t resist reaching out to massage his rock-hard shaft through the suit.

He kissed my lips where they met and slowly started teasing my center with his tongue, working it deeper between until he had me rocking against his face. I unzipped his pants and felt myself grow wet at the touch of his very smooth skin, spread taught over a hard penis. I worked my hand in a circle around it, massaging him as he worked my clit into a heated frenzy.

He pulled me up from the seat and then pulled me back down until our bodies formed a sixty nine, with our clothing just pushed aside.

I pushed his member deep into my throat, gloating in the pleasure of being filled by him. I loved the whisper of his balls on my forehead, and I grew more excited from the taste of him in my mouth. He shoved his fingers deep inside me and started sucking on my clit furiously, massaging it with his tongue until it felt like I might burst.

I reached up to cup and stroke his balls and alternatively worked my hands around his long shaft. It felt good to explore the head of his prick with my tongue. The skin was so soft that I took it out of my mouth and ran it all over my face, secretly wishing he’d cum all over me. I could feel the tension gathering in my hips as I grew closer to orgasm, when a wave of intense pleasure followed by another passed over me. I rocked with the emotion and concentrated on not biting down on the cock in my mouth.

As I was still shivering from coming, I could feel the veins in his member filling with his cum and it sent me into another heated and pleasurable orgasm. My cheeks vibrated as I moaned around his member. This sent him into coming deep in my throat which I swallowed as it hit.

He pulled himself off of me before handing me the key and asking for my number.

I always loved a road trip. I believed it to be the perfect excuse to get out and travel, not to mention clear your mind of any worries you may have. I was careful to make sure to check my car so that it was in good repair when I went on a trip like this.

Only a few hours out on the road I felt my car was a little off, so I pulled into the nearest small town garage. The well-built man in jeans asked if I needed any assistance. I pointed to my car, and within a couple of moments he started laughing. It was evident that my tires needed some serious looking after.

He offered to show me into the lounge, and I had to say it was impressive. A leather couch, fireplace and large screen television combined with modern shades that were drawn. It was a far cry from all the mechanic’s offices in my home town, which were splattered with grease and pin up girls.

“The name’s Ari.” He said gesturing toward the couch. I sat and was surprised to see how closely he situated himself on the couch next to me. “You know, you really should have checked those before you left, and since you can’t cover your bill I’m going to expect you to be creative.” He said and rested his hand on my thigh. His hand crept up the center of my thighs until he found that I was wearing no panties. He started fingering me and then pushed deep into my pussy. He leaned over me, pushing my skirt up and driving his prick into my hot and ready pussy.

I ground against him slowly at first, until the two of us were panting with need. I wanted something more, though, and had been shy about asking for it. When suddenly I said, “I want more.” He looked at me in quiet understanding and pulled himself off. Rolling me over, he got me thoroughly wet before slowly inserting his finger into my anus. I was so hot with desire I drove down hard against his hand. I moaned and begged for more. The head of his shaft slowly entered my ass, and I thought I would come then.

It wasn’t until he reached a hand around and started fingering my clit that I knew I was going to have an earth-shattering orgasm. We moved as one with his hips pushing against my ass, and his hands pulling and working my clit. We rocked slow and hard until I felt an orgasm pass over me in strong waves, making muscles spasm of their own accord. As my ass twitched, I felt him tense up behind me. He ground hard and then bit down on my shoulder as he shivered and came deep inside of me.

My husband and I had worked out long ago the thorough fantasy I had where a mechanic rescuing me fucked me silly in order to take care of the charges that I couldn’t afford. Turned out he had a friend more than willing to help us out.

I love my wife. I truly believe she is beautiful and sexy, and she is a great lover. But we were bored. There are only so many different rooms and positions and games you can try before you’ve done it all. It was time to pull in some new players, and we had our sights set on the couple across the street.

We weren’t sure, but we were pretty sure they’d go for it, so we had them over for drinks. Sure enough, they were interested and ready to go. The night was one to remember.

The women started. Guys, you all know you’re jealous. My lovely wife and this beautiful woman began to caress on the couch. A little petting can be sexy, but these two women knew what they wanted and how to please the other. Long, manicured fingers groped breasts, squeezed nipples, and stripped away clothing. I watched my wife melt into intense orgasmic pleasure as our neighbor slid to the floor, spread her legs wide, and began to finger fuck her, first slowly, but growing in intensity. When she came, it was like a spring had burst forth, and I watched this woman stoop forward and drink from her pussy. Her tongue moved deftly about her cunt, her clit, and her anus.

I realized then that I was fully erect and had to do something before I exploded. I entered the fray, grabbing my neighbor’s wife from behind. Wrapping my arms around her, I found her breasts as she continued to lick and caress my wife’s beautiful pussy. She groaned as I moved by hands down her belly to the warm, damp space between her legs. This woman was so aroused and ready to go. It made my penis throb and almost jump from between my legs. I moved myself into position behind her.

Never stopping her erotic dance between my wife’s legs, she spread her own and rose up on her knees to make herself available to me. With both hands on her round, tight hips, I plunged my hard, anxious cock into her pussy. She was warm, delicious, and not my wife. I had to work to keep things slow because my groin simply wanted to orgasm.

As I opened my eyes and found a rhythm that worked, I saw the scene unfolding before my eyes. My wife had shifted into a sitting position, and this amazing woman now fully accepting my eagerly pulsing shaft inside of her from behind was holding my wife on both sides of her hips and thrusting her tongue in and out of her cunt, simulating sex and pulling ripples of pleasure with every movement. My neighbor’s husband (I’d forgotten about him) was now fully naked and fully erect, as well. He was standing over her, and she had his cock in her mouth.

Later, I marveled at how much this scene turned me on instead of making me jealous. The love of my life was relentlessly working his cock with her mouth, tongue, and hand, until he could take it no longer. He came with a loud moan that was almost a shout, and my wife took all the come that she could, swallowing and rubbing the remaining semen over her breasts. The woman who was about to cause my own climax moved up her body and began drinking the come from her breasts just as I lost control of my own arousal, and thrusting as deeply as I could, filled her with my own come.

It was beyond satisfying; it was amazing. We are careful to do this only once a month or so, ensuring it never becomes boring. We never touch one another’s spouses unless all four of us are there. But I assure you, we all touch ourselves when we think of one another.

Every Thursday night a few of the girls and I get together and play penny poker after the kids have gone to bed. We have a few cocktails and talk about our week and our dating life. My best friend, Carole, came out shortly after high school and recently broke up with her partner. This evening was basically spent dishing about all the things that can go wrong with a relationship. After everyone had left, Carole stayed behind to help me clean up.

“Oops, I suppose I should have asked.” She said after opening a bottle of wine and pouring another glass. “I guess it’s possible you’re ready to turn in.”

I shook my head and grabbed another glass. I don’t remember what we were talking about when our eyes held in a moment. Carole had the most amazing green eyes, and her small firm breasts were always fascinating to me. She sat her wine glass down and reached out brushing a lock of my hair out of my face.

In a blink her soft lips were on mine, and she shoved me against the fridge. It was like something suddenly burst between us. My hands were raking through her hair as she was ripping open my shirt. Her delicate hands cupped and twisted the nipples of my ample breasts. She unsnapped my bra, and within a few moves the two of us were on a pile of our clothes on the floor.

She kissed my neck and bit my nipples while one of her hands traveled down my abdomen to reach my moist cleft. I wanted her so much that I shoved myself against her. Driving my mouth into hers, I was hungry for her kisses, and my hands couldn’t get enough of the soft firm flesh of her petite tits. I pulled her to me so I could fit one of her plump nipples into my mouth; I twirled my tongue around it until Carole was panting for more. We rolled, and I was on top. I worked my way down until my face was planted between her soft, salty lips.

I drew her clit into my mouth and danced my tongue over it and over it until I heard her start to breath faster. I pushed my fingers deep inside her and worked them until I felt her muscles tighten around me. She moved, and we rolled again until the two of us were in the classic sixty-nine position. The feeling of being enveloped by her soft skin as she teased my pussy and clit until I grew close to coming; for each lick and nibble she gave me, I returned. In only a few short moments the two of us were sweating and panting into each other’s flesh in waves of orgasms. After catching our breath, Carole started teasing my skin in soft feathery touches until I was ready again.

That night changed our poker evenings forever. Carole not only stays to help with the dishes, she always shows up early, as well.