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Sarah and I
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Sarah and I had been married for ten years, and for those
years I had always been faithful to her. Our life together was
good though a bit ordinary. Sarah and I both worked, and at
night we had little energy to devote to each other. Our love
life, what there was of it, was very predictable. Sometimes it
seemed as though masterbation was easier and felt just as good.
Sarah worked hard to keep in shape, though she had put on about
twenty pounds since our wedding. I tried to keep in shape
running every chance I got, but I know I wasn't in the same shape
I was then either. Not that I complained, I was happy, or I
thought I was. And then came Amy.
Our next door neighbors had recently moved and sold the
house to a middle aged couple, Marge and Scott. It wasn't until
they moved in that I discovered their twenty-five year old
daughter, Amy. I'll never forget the day I first met Amy.
It was the middle of summer right after they had moved in.
Scott had asked me over to help repair the shower plumbing in the
bathroom connected to Amy's room. We had disassembled the faucet
and needed a larger pipe wrench to continue the job, and Scott
had gone to rummage through his yet unpacked boxes of tools to
find one. The bathroom had two doors, one into the bedroom and
the other out to the hall.
As I sat waiting for Scott to return the door to Amy's room
opened. I turned to see a startled Amy, apparently just waking
up, standing in the doorway in a red teddy. I could easily see
Amy's huge breasts through the transluscent material, and she
obviously was not wearing any panties. Amy was not embarrased
and made no attempt to cover herself, rather she dropped her arms
to her sides and smiled as she leaned against the door. "What a
pleasant surprise. It's not every morning I wake up to find such
a sexy man in my bathroom."
I felt like I was glowing red with embarassment. I
stammered an apology, and told Amy that her father and I were
fixing the plumbing in the shower. "You're the neighbor next
door, aren't you?" Amy asked, walking into the bathroom. "Er,
yes," I stammered. Her nipples were growing longer, poking out
from behind the teddy, and try as I might I couldn't keep my eyes
from sweeping up and down her blonde haired, blue eyed virtually
naked body.
"Well if you ever need any help with your plumbing give me a
call," she said, staring down at my crotch. "I'm really good at
cleaning pipes." She looked up into my eyes, smiled, and
disappeared back into her bedroom. I took my first breath in
what seemed like hours, and became aware of my mouth hanging open
and my dick being rock hard in my pants.
That night I couldn't wait to get Sarah into bed and fuck
her silly. She asked me what had gotten into me, but I didn't
dare tell her that it was thinking about Amy that was turning me
on so much. I couldn't get her out of my mind. I kept on
finding myself suddenly thinking about Amy, her sizable breasts
and the blonde triangle between her legs, those long erect
nipples and her large blue eyes. The moment Amy came into my
mind my dick would get hard. Having never had any kind of desire
for any other woman but my wife, these feelings were new to me.
I felt guilty, but I couldn't stop daydreaming about meeting Amy
again and what might happen, even though I knew I would probably
chicken out if anything did start to happened.
Sarah didn't know anything except that I wanted to have sex
every night, and that she was enjoying it immensely. We sleep
with the windows open, and with the way she was moaning and
crying out every night I was grateful that there is quite a
distance between the houses in our neighborhood.
I didn't see Amy again for about two weeks. My fantasies
had started to die down by then, and I had come to the
realization that nothing was going to happen. Sarah was out for
the day on Saturday, and I had spent the morning helping Scott
cut down a dead tree in their back yard. Their house has an in-
ground pool and Scott invited me over for a swim after we had
eaten lunch. It was a blistering hot August day, and I took him
up on the offer. I got changed into my suit and went over to the
pool. Scott hadn't gotten changed yet, and told me to go right
in and cool off, that he had to help Marge with something. I
dove in and swam for a bit, then closed my eyes and let myself
float under the warm relaxing sun.
"Hey there sexy! I thought I told you to come up and see me
sometime!" I opened my eyes, squinting against the suns rays, to
see Amy standing on the side of the pool. I stood up and said
hi, and walked toward where she was standing. Amy was wearing a
white string bikini, and it wasn't covering much of her well
tanned body. The sun was right above her head so I couldn't look
up at her face. My eyes were going crazy as her nipples poking
straight out of her top and her pussy lips pressed against her
bottom were both at comfortable angles for me, but I knew I
shouldn't be looking at them. I walked all the way to the edge
of the pool so the sun was blocked by her body, also so my
elevating penis might not be so noticible. I wanted to be cool
and friendly and stammered out, "So, how have you been?"
"Not so good," she started, as she sat down on the edge of
the pool, her legs straddling mine. "But now that you are here,
I know I'm going to feel a whole lot better." Amy's left hand
reached down to scratch at her knee, then started to slowly make
its way up her thigh. "I've been so lonely since we moved here.
I haven't had anyone to play with." I glanced at her eyes, but
she was watching her hand. I glanced back at her hand which had
reached the top of her thigh and was now running over her cloth
covered pussy. "I'm tired of playing with myself," she said,
emitting a soft moan as her finger pressed into the lips of her
vagina, "and I just can't wait until I play with you."
With that she slithered down into the water, sliding her
body along mine as she did. She hit the bottom of the pool with
her body pressed against mine, her mouth rested inches from my
own and her hand was stroking my rock hard cock. "I can't do
this. I'm married!" I said, though I know the words were coming
out half hearted. Amy knew it, too, because she reached up with
both hands and slid the material away from her breasts, exposing
her rock hard nipples. She then grabbed both of my hands and
placed them over her tits. I automatically began to caress her
breasts and pinch her nipples causing her to moan in delight.
Meanwhile, her two hands began to caress my cock and balls,
causing shivers of delight to shoot up my spine.
"I've heard you and your wife making love. She really likes
it, doesn't she."
"What do you mean?" I asked, "When have you heard us?"
"Late at night when I sit out here in the back yard, I hear
her scream, but I never hear any noise from you." Amy's hands
had my suit halfway down my thighs, and she was stroking me off
in the pool, making it more and more difficult to think straight.
"I'm just not a noise maker," I said. I was pulling and
squeezing Amy's nipples and I really wanted to suck on them, too.
But I was not in control at that moment. I was doing what Amy
told me to. Amy's hands were working faster now, and I knew she
would make me cum if she kept it up.
"That's a lie, isn't it. You've been too busy thinking
about fucking me, haven't you been. All the time you fuck your
wife, you imagine your dick is sliding up between my legs, isn't
that right? You want me. You want to feel my hot, wet, mouth,
slipping over the head of your cock, sucking you in like a piece
of liquorice. You want to feel the heat from my pussy as you
slide you hard cock into my boiling hot vice of a pussy. You
want to feel how I can squeeze you cock with my cunt, how it
feels better than your wife's pussy ever felt. Isn't that
right?"
"Yes, Amy." I blurted it out before I could stop myself.
Amy had me on the verge of cuming in my neighbors pool. But then
she stopped, fixed her top, and climbed out of the pool, leaving
me with my suit down around my knees and a cock as hard as
granite. "Where are you going?" I asked, trying to catch my
breath. "Amy, why did you stop?"
"Because you said too, Jeff. After all, you are married."
With that she grabbed a towel she had dropped on the ground,
wrapped it around her and marched back into the house.
It took me a few minutes to compose myself and walk back to
my house. I did not know what to think about what had happened.
I wanted Amy, I wanted to go over and walk into her bedroom and
fuck her silly. But I couldn't, not with Scott and Marge there.
I lay down on my bed and began to masterbate, thinking about all
that had happened when the phone rang. I picked up the extension
next to the bed and said, "Hello."
"Hi, Jeff. My pussy is so wet, I wish it could be slipping
over your cock rather than your old fist."
"Amy, how did you know..."
"I'm playing with myself, too, Jeff. I'm imagining what it
would be like to be kneeling on your bed, next to you. I'd run
my tongue over the head of your cock and drink up all the juices
that have pooled there." Her voice was hypnotic, all I could do
was lay there and stroke my cock.
"Oh, God. I'm going to cum, Amy"
"No, Jeff. Don't cum. Save it for when Sarah comes home.
Fuck her like you have every night since you first saw me. I am
going to be sitting outside your window, my fingers fucking
myself while I imagine it's you. But let me hear you tonight,
Jeff. Let me here you cum!" With that Amy hung up.
I hung up the phone and sat up. I wanted to cum so bad, but
my mind was filled with Amy. I got dressed and waited for Sarah
to get home. Every so often I played with my cock until it got
hard and I was on the verge of cumming, and then I stopped.
Finally Sarah came home. It was with much difficulty that I
helped prepare dinner, and then sat and watched television with
her, waiting for the time we could go to bed. When it was
finally time, Sarah went over to turn the televison off. I came
up behind her and pressed my erection into her ass, reaching in
front to fondle her breasts, imagining in my mind that they were
hard and firm like Amy's. Sarah moaned, and reached back to kiss
me. We moved into the bedroom and I fucked her harder and longer
than I had ever done, all the while I was imagining that it was
Amy who was in bed with me. Sarah cried out again and again that
she was cumming. Then, I felt it. My orgasm beginning at my
toes and building straight up through me. I started whispering,
then saying, then shouting that "I AM CUMMING!!" I heard a faint
gasp from outside the window, and I knew Amy was cumming too.
Spasm after spasm rocked my body as what felt like a quart of
sperm erupted from my balls.
Sarah passed out dead away on the bed as I pulled my spent
penis out of her sopping wet pussy, cum running down her thighs
and pooling on the bed. I went over to the window and peeked
out, but no one was there. My cock was still hard, amazingly it
had not gone flacid yet, and I could not get my mind off of Amy.
I knew I couldn't sleep, so I washed up and threw on a pair of
shorts and some sandles and went for a walk. I went behind the
house to see if Amy was there, but as before no one was there. I
heard a noise from the neighbors pool so I headed in that
direction. Quietly, just in case it was Scott and Marge, I crept
up on the pool. Floating on a raft in the middle of the pool was
Amy, naked, her breasts pointed toward the bright moon,
masterbating. I stood still and watched her for a minute,
rubbing my still hard cock through my shorts. I went to step
closer and knocked a beach ball into the water. Amy jumped up to
cover herself and almost fell off the raft. Then she noticed it
was me and laughed.
"What's wrong, Jeff. Isn't Sarah enough of a woman to
satisfy you?. I know you'd never be out walking after making
love with me." Amy fell off the raft into the water and swam
over to the side of the pool, motioning me over as she did.
"I heard a noise out here and figured I should check it
out," I lied. I was looking for her and we both knew it.
"The only noise out here was eminating from your bedroom,"
Amy stated flattly. "And I must say that you sure changed your
tune. That was one great performance from you. It got me all
hot and bothered."
I sat down at the edge of the pool, just as she had done
with me earlier that day. Amy put one hand on each of my thighs
and I reached my hands up toward up toward her breasts, hoping to
feel them under my fingers, pinching their erect nipples again.
"Keep your hands down at your sides," she ordered. Her
fingers began tracing patterns up and down my legs, teasing my
cock and balls with occasional carresses. "What would your wife
say if she found out."
"She won't find out," I said. "She's asleep."
Amy leaned forward, pressing her breasts down against my
thighs. She began to kiss and lick my chest, her hands
manipulating my erection. I leaned back on my hands, moaning
with the shivers that she was sending through my body. "How can
you be sure. How do you know she's not watching us now?" Amy's
mouth moved lower and lower, kissing my abdomin, and then rubbing
against the hardness in my pants.
I was getting desperate. I had already made love with my
wife less than thirty minutes before, but I needed Amy then and
there. "Please Amy, please. I don't care, I just want you now.
Please, take me in your mouth."
Amy looked up at me and smiled. She told me to take off my
pants so she could do me right. I stood up and dropped my pants,
shaking with anticipation. I sat back down on the edge. Amy
came closer, caressing my legs again, and dropping her head
toward my towering manhood. I felt a wetness against my crotch
looked down to see Amy spitting a full mouthful of pool water
onto my cock. She laughed, grabbed my shorts and swam to the
center of the pool. "I can't do that. You're married!" I was
more desperate than ever. I was watching her go from within
inches of satisfying me to completely out of reach. "You should
see the look on your face," Amy said, still laughing. "If you
want your shorts back, you have to come here and get them."
I jumped into the water and jumped toward Amy who quickly
dropped and shorts and headed for the side. She climbed out and,
laughing even more, headed for her house. I grabbed my shorts
and cursed myself all the way home.
Sarah was snoring as I looked in on her, so I grabbed a
porno flick and figured and jerk off to it before bed. I put the
tape in the VCR and hit play, and sat naked on the sofa to watch.
The phone rang, and I picked it up quickly so as not to wake
Sarah. I had a feeling who it was.
"Hello Amy," I said, knowing that no one else would call be
at 1:00 am on a Saturday night.
"Hi, Jeff," Amy said, sounding rather apologetic. "I'm
sorry about what happened. I'm really not a cock tease. I
wouldn't be doing these things to you if I didn't mean to follow
through. I mean, you looked so good standing there naked with
your huge cock standing straight out..."
I had no idea whether or not she meant what she was saying.
All I knew was that her words were causing my erection to come
back for the upteenth time that day. My fingers caressed my
balls as she continued.
"I really do want to suck you off, and fuck you like no
other woman will ever do. You have no idea how much I want you.
I was fantasizing that you were on top of me fucking my brains
out when you startled me in the pool. But..." Here it comes.
"But, you are married to Sarah. If you ever find out how good I
am at giving head, or how hot and tight my pussy feels, you will
never be happy with Sarah again. It would break up your
marrage."
Amy was doing nothing but making me want her more than ever.
"Please, Amy. I promise that it will not break up my marriage.
I just have to have you, at least once."
"Ohhh, Jeff, ohhhh. You wouldn't believe how wet my pussy
is just thinking about you. I can feel my cunt throbbing around
my finger I have in it. Ohhhh god, it feels sooo hot."
My cock had never been harder. I was stroking it now, fast
and hard. "God, Amy, you're gonna make me cum if you keep this
up."
"No Jeff. Please wait. Let me come over and watch you.
Who knows what might happen."
This was getting crazy. Now I was inviting Amy into my
house to watch me masterbate while my wife slept upstairs. I let
Amy in the back door, I was naked, Amy wore a robe which was not
even tied shut. I walked back to the livingroom and sat down on
the sofa. A blonde was giving head on the television. Amy
turned off the tv. "I don't want any distractions," she said.
Amy sat on the sofa facing me, her body pressed against mine. I
began to stroke my cock again, and Amy began to caress my balls.
I moaned, and Amy began to kiss my shoulder, and then my neck.
Amy's second hand joined her first, stroking my balls and now my
asshole.
"Yeah baby," Amy whispered. "Let me see you cum." She blew
into my ear and then licked and sucked it. I turned my head to
face her, and she pressed her mouth against mine, snaking her
tongue deep down my throat. My hand was wet from the juices
coming from my cock, and I knew my orgasm was not far away. Amy
slipped a finger into my anus as she began to squeeze by balls
harder. I gasped, and Amy broke our kiss and watched as cum
started shooting from my cock like a firehose. I squirted so
hard that some actually landed on my face, though most ended up
on my chest. When I had finished Amy started to lick up the cum
off of my body, cleaning up all but what was on my cock. She
still wouldn't allow her mouth to touch me there.
"I hope that shows you that I'm not just a cock teaser,
Jeff. Maybe next time you can shoot it straight down my throat."
"When will I see you again," I asked.
"Soon," Amy said, and with that she was gone.
I did not hear from Amy again until the package arrived for
me at work on Thursday. My secretary said it had been dropped
off for me by some woman, and looked at me strangely. Melissa
was a fine woman herself, nice legs though small breasts, but an
excellant secretary, and she new I was happily married. I took
it back to my office and opened it, finding a cassette tape and
an envelope with a note which said not to open the envelope until
listening to the tape. The contents had a familiar smell, one I
recognized as that of Amy's perfume. I had the start of an
erection already just thinking of what awaited me listening to
the tape. At lunch I grabbed my walkman out of my briefcase and
told my secretary I was going for a walk and would be back in an
hour. I popped in the tape and put the envelope in my pocket and
was off. I started playing the tape, and just as I thought it was
from Amy.
"Hi Jeff. Do you miss me? I've missed you. I keep
thinking about watching you cum on Saturday. About how your
balls throbbed in my hand as your squirted all over yourself. I
keep wishing that my mouth had been wrapped around your huge
cock, and that you hot cum had shot down my throat. It gets me
so horny. I'm lying naked on my bed. My pussy feels so empty, I
really need something big like your cock to fill it. I really
want you, Jeff. I bet your cock is hard as a rock just thinking
about fucking me."
It was. I had to adjust it in my pants to keep it from
hurting.
"I have a friend with me. Her name is Diane. She is going
to take the pictures that you should be holding in the envelope.
I want you to see what I am doing to myself as I talk to you. I
am slipping a finger into my pussy. Ohhh, yes. It feels real
good. Look at the first picture, Jeff. Look at my pussy."
I heard the camera snap the picture on the tape. I opened
the envelope and pulled out the first picture. There was a
picture of Amy's pussy, with her finger slipping into it. Her
mouth hung open showing the pleasure she was feeling. Her
nipples were hard and erect.
"My pussy wants your cock, Jeff. You like my pussy too,
Diane, don't you. Give me that banana. I'm pealing a banana to
put in my cock Jeff. You'd like to eat it out of my pussy,
wouldn't you. I'd really like for you to eat out my pussy Jeff."
"I'll eat out your pussy, Amy." Diane was talking in the
background.
"Soon Diane. First take a picture of the banana in my pussy
for Jeff."
I pulled out the second picture. Amy had pushed the banana
almost all the way into her pussy. I caught myself rubbing my
cock while I looked at the picture. I headed for my car so I
could have some privacy.
"I bet you're rubbing your cock by now Jeff. You'd love to
be eating that banana out of my cunt. Well, since you're not
here, Diane is going to do it for you. Give me the camera Diane,
and ...ohhh...ohhh yeah."
I heard the camera again. I got into my car and pulled out
the next picture. Amy had taken it, and it was of Diane eating
the banana out of her pussy. Diane was a red head.
"Oh shit, I'm cumming. Jeff, Diane is making me cum.
Shit. Don't stop, yeah, right there, don't stop."
My cock was out of my pants and I was stroking for all I was
worth.
"Stop jerking off Jeff, don't cum. Save it for tomorrow.
Meet Diane and me in a green van parked in the back of the
parking lot at your office for lunch. We'll be there at 12:00.
Don't cum tonight either, don't fuck your wife. Save it for us
tomorrow. Listen to this tape again, make yourself ready. I
can't wait to make you cum..."
That was the end of the tape. I couldn't believe it. There
were four more pictures. One of Diane, naked, a gorgeous red
head with big tits, one taken in a mirror of Diane and Amy french
kissing, and one of Amy going down on Diane that Diane must of
taken. The last one was a close up of a wide open mouth with the
words "cum target" written on it. My cock was hard the rest
of the day, and my balls were sore. Luckily Sarah was not in the
mood, and I resisted the urge to masterbate. I listened to the
tape three times the next morning, and I got absolutely no work
done. At five of twelve I was in the parking lot, and the van
was already there looking empty. I went up to the door and
knocked, and the side door was opened by Amy. A big waft of
marajuana smoke rolled out of the door, and I could see both she
and Diane were naked inside. I stepped in and Amy shut and
locked the door.
No one said a word. Both girls started removing my clothes,
taking off my jacket, shoes, socks, tie, belt, shirt and
undershirt. Amy undid my pants while Diane handed me a lit
joint. I hadn't smoke for a number of years, but I took a hit
anyway. My pants landed around my ankles and I kicked them away.
Both girls began to caress my cock, balls and ass with their
hands. My cock was aready hard and my underwear was getting
damp. Diane got on her knees first and began sucking the head of
my cock through the fabric of my underwear. Amy kissed me deep
on the mouth while Diane pulled down my underpants and slipped my
cock into her mouth, causing me to moan loudly into Amy's mouth.
Amy began to mimick Diane's movement, sucking on my tongue like
Diane was sucking on my penis. I ran my hands down Amy's body,
but she grabbed my hands and put them at my sides.
I looked down to see Diane pumping my cock with her hand as
she slipped it in and out of her mouth. Amy's hand reached down
and squeezed my balls, and she look me in the eye and said "Cum
now, Jeffrey." I exploded into Dianes face, pumping my hot jism
again, and again, and again, until it was flowing down her chin
and onto her breasts. Amy kissed me hard, and told me to lay
down on the floor of the van. She then straddled my face, placing
her pussy down over my mouth. I reached out with my tongue and
began to trace her pussy lips with the tip. I could feel Diane
working again on my cock, trying to bring it back to life with
her mouth and hands. My cock got hard again, but not because of
Diane, because of the smell and taste of Amy's cunt against my
mouth and nose. I sucked and licked and bit like I never had
before. Sarah does not like me to perform oral sex, she thinks
it's disgusting. Amy started pressing her pussy into my face,
moaning louder and louder, making my cock harder and harder.
Diane ran her tongue around and around my cock, and I ran mine
around and around Amy's pussy. Diane slid my cock in and out of
her mouth, and I slipped my tongue in and out of Amy's pussy.
I started sucking on Amy's clitourous, send shock wave up
and down her legs. "oh god, yes. I'm cumming Jeff...you're
making me cum!"
I felt Diane pull her mouth off of me, and the next thing I
knew she was on top of me, rubbing her pussy lips again my hard
cock. I wasn't ready for this. I didn't think I was going to
get fucked. I wanted to say no, to say that I should put on a
condom. But then I slipped inside, into Diane's hot, tight
pussy, and my mind was overwelmed with the sensation. I tried to
keep eating out Amy, but all I could do was lay back and enjoy.
Diane started riding up and down harder and harder, and Amy got
off to sit back and watch. Diane's mouth came down onto of me,
her tongue snaking into my mouth, while my hands grabbed her ass
and pressed my cock deeping into her.
Amy leaned in and Dianed kissed her, then Amy kissed me,
deep and hard. She leaned down to my ear and asked if it felt
better than Sarah. It did, and I had to admit it. "I'm going to
feel even better," Amy whispered, tonguing my ear as she did. My
orgasm was building up inside of me again, and I warned Diane
that I was going to cum. "Cum inside of me, Jeff."
"Oh no you don't." Amy pushed her off of my, grabbing my
cock and pumping me hard until I came all over my stomach. "You
got him in you mouth, I get him in my cunt."
We cleaned up, and I asked Amy when I would see her next.
Tomorrow," Amy said, as she opened the van door. "Don't you
remember. You and Sarah invited us over. I'm not planning on
wearing any underwear, so who knows what will happen." Amy and
Diane left without another word. I went back to work, unable to
think of anything except Amy for the rest of the day.
Marge, Scott and Amy all came over the next day about two
o'clock. Amy wore a crop top and a mini dress. The top seemed
to hang far in front of her stomach, pushed out by the size of
her breasts. Amy smiled and said "Hello," but otherwise was
distant and polite. Everyone was drinking a bit, and Amy falled
into serving as the bartender for the group as she was the odd
man out. By five, everyone was feeling the effects of three
hours of drinking. I wasn't in too bad a shape even though I had
consumed five or six drinks. We were cooking dinner on the
grill, Sarah's specialty.
Everyone wanted strawberry daqueris, so I volunteered to
help Amy make the drinks in the kitchen. I walked behind Amy,
watching her ass swing in her short skirt. I got out the blender
while Amy found the mix and the ice cubes. I poured in the rum,
about a cup for the four drinks. I spilled some of the
strawberry mix on my hand. Amy noticed it, pulled my hand to her
mouth, and began to lick the sweet mix off my fingers, sucking
each on deep into her mouth and looking me straight in the eye as
she did.
"You've been so quiet tonight," I said. "I wasn't sure you
still liked me."
"Don't worry," Amy responded. "I wouldn't go through the
night without giving you a pair of aching balls."
"Are you wearing panties? Or did you come without like your
said?"
"See for yourself," she answered, and firmly placed my hand
on her bare bottom under her skirt. Her ass felt silky smooth,
and Amy moaned as my fingers trace swirls over each ass cheek. I
reached down between her legs, and Amy leaned over the counter to
give me access to her pussy. My fingers ran lightly over the
outside of her pussy lips.
"I don't know if I should let you feel inside. You are
married...." Amy stopped in mid sentence as my finger entered
her pussy. It was wet and slippery from her juices, but hotter
and tighter than anything I had ever felt before. I could
actually feel it pulsing against my one finger inside, squeezing
it again and again. My cock grew hard immediately with the
thought of fucking the wonderous pussy, and we both moaned
together with how good it felt. Just then the screen door
slammed. It was Marge coming in to see where the drinks were.
"We are just about done," I told Marge. We'll be out in a
minute. Marge grabbed some garlic powder and went back out to
the others. I turned on the blender while Amy slid down my body
and began to mouth my cock through my pants, biting it and making
my knees weak. She pulled my pants down just enough to let my
penis free to the open air, hanging less than an inch from her
open mouth. "You are a married..." Amy was stopped again, this
time by me slipping my cock right into her mouth. She did not
protest at all, rather she began licking and sucking like nothing
I had ever felt. Amy grabbed my cock with both hands and started
jerking me off while she sucked me, then stopped suddenly and
stood up, pulling up my pants to cover my manhood.
"Not yet, Jeff. We have some drinks to serve. Amy pulled
four glasses down from the cabinet, and I filled the first with
the mix from the blender. "That one is yours," Amy said. She
grabbed the bottle of rum and poured about another cup into the
blender, turning it back on. "I don't want you unable to
function," Amy said, sliding her hand over my throbbing penis as
she pressed her body into mine, and her mouth against mine for a
hot wet kiss. Amy broke away a moment later to turn off the
blender and pour the rest of the drinks. "Okay mister married
man. Let's go serve these drinks."
I was amazed that nobody seemed to notice how strong the
drinks were. The four of us finished our drinks rather quickly,
and I could see the effects on Sarah, Marge and Scott, especially
since we hadn't eaten yet. Amy volunteered to go mix another
batch, and I helped to serve the food. Dinner went without
further incident, with another round of drinks gone rather
quickly. After we all cleaned up (Amy did most of the work, the
others were having a difficult time just walking straight), Amy
asked if anyone wanted another drink. Marge and Scott said no,
that they should be going. After saying goodbye to our guests,
Sarah said that she did want another drink. Amy had already
prepared it, and suggested that we all go inside to watch TV and
talk.
Sarah was quite visibly drunk by this time, and when she
gets drunk she gets horny. As we walked into the livingroom,
Sarah started rubbing my cock through my pants, not even trying
to hide it from Amy.
"Jeff is lucky to have you as a wife," Amy said as she
looked on. "You seem like the kind of woman who likes to have
sex, and not like the kind who always has a headache."
Sarah smiled, and seemed to blush, but to my surprise she
made no attempt to stop stroking me through my pants. "Jeff is
good in bed, and I like to make him feel good." Amy walked over
to the couch that Sarah and I were sitting on, sitting down next
to me, opposite from Sarah.
"His cock looks big and hard inside his pants. I wish I
could see what it looks like." I looked at Amy in disbelief.
Her line was so corny that I thought Sarah would see right
through it and become angry. But Sarah didn't even hesitate
before she started opening up my pants.
"Why don't you take off his shirt while I strip him of his
pants, Amy. Jeff looks his best when he's completely naked."
I turned my look of disbelief toward Sarah. I couldn't tell
if this was a setup or not, but I wasn't about to complain. Amy
knelt on the sofa and pulled my shirt over my head, pressing her
breasts against my face as pulled the material off of my hands.
Meanwhile, Sarah had pulled my pants and underwear down to may
ankles, slipping the clothes out from under my feet. I sat there
naked between my wife and the woman I wanted to be my lover. My
cock pointed straight to the ceiling.
"I see what you mean about how good it looks, Sarah." Amy
hesistated for a second, ran her tongue over her lips, then
asked, " can I touch it?"
Sarah grabbed my cock and stroked it once or twice, looked
at Amy, and smiled. "Only if you promise to be a good girl."
"I'm always good, Sarah. Real good." These cliches were
going to be the death of me. Amy grabbed my cock away from
Sarah, and began stroking me and caressing my balls with her
other hand. I looked over at Sarah who only smiled and began to
undo her blouse. "He seems to like this. Should I keep it up?"
"Keeping it up is his job, Amy." Sarah threw aside her bra,
then stood up to remove her shorts and panties. Soon she was as
naked as I was. Here was my wife, who normally wants the drapes
closed if she is in her robe, sitting with me naked while the
neighbor jerked me off. It was hard for me to keep up.
Sarah sat next to me began kissing my chest, her hand
stroking my thigh. Her mouth moved down my body until she
slipped her lips over the head of my cock, taking it away from
Amy. Sarah ran her tongue up and down and around my erection,
sucking the head and then deep throating it like I've never seen
her do. I began to stroke her back and ass, moaning as I did.
Amy stood up and walked to the other side of the couch, next
to Sarah. She started to rub Sarah's ass, just as I was,
motioning for me to stop. I watched as Amy's hands caressed my
wife's ass, slipping inbetween her legs to rub at her pussy.
Thinking the fingers were mine Sarah spread her legs, giving Amy
more and more access. I watched Amy slip one, then two fingers
into Sarah's wet pussy. Amy leaned over and started to kiss and
tongue her ass, and Sarah moaned her approval over my cock,
sucking harder and harder. Amy started licking at her asshole,
and Sarah responded my raising her ass high into the air,
spreading her legs till she was standing one leg on the floor,
her ass and pussy exposed to Amy's eager mouth. Amy continued
attacking Sarah's pussy with her mouth and fingers.
My cock broke free from Sarah's mouth as she cried out, "oh
yeah, yeah, don't stop. I've never felt anything so good!" This
from the woman who was too embarassed to let me go down on her.
Sarah flipped herself over, spreading her legs wide for Amy, and
pulling my mouth down onto hers. I felt her body begin to jerk,
and she pulled her mouth away from me. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," she
screamed with every spasm, and I looked down to see Amy sucking
rhythmically on her cliterous. "Don't stop! I'm going to Cum!
Yes, Yes, Yes" Her entire body shook, and I saw a stream of cum
from Sarah's pussy shoot out against Amy's face. Sarah's cried
died out as she lost consciencness, passing out from the pleasure
Amy had given her.
I went and got a towel for Amy and a pillow and blanket for
Sarah. Amy helped me get Sarah comfortable, then asked to use
the bathroom. I guided her to the upstairs bathroom, deciding to
use the first floor one myself. I turned on the TV, not knowing
what would happen next. Sarah was snoring on the couch, and I
knew she was out for the night. Amy's voice called me from
upstairs, saying she needed help. I went up the stairs, the only
light coming from our bedroom.
"I'm in here," Amy called. I entered the door, and saw Amy,
naked, laying on top of our bed. Her nipples were erect and
pointing toward the ceiling, and her knees were up and spread for
me to see the pussy in between. "I need help," Amy said. "It's
my turn to cum and I need your help."
"What would you like me to do?" I asked. My fingers traced
lightly around her breasts, squeezing and pulling on her hard
nipples. I leaned over and began to nurse on her breasts,
letting my fingers wander down to her pussy and probe inside.
She was so hot and tight.
"I want you to cum in my pussy, Jeff. I want to feel you hot
cum squirting deep into me. I want you now, Jeff."
"I probably won't last long...." I started to say, but Amy
cut me off.
"I don't care. Fuck me now!"
I do what I am told, so I climbed on and slid my erect cock
into her pussy. She was right with what she had told me about
nothing else ever being the same. Nothing I had ever felt was as
hot, and tight, and slippery as Amy's pussy was. I thought about
baseball, about how I was cheating on my wife, about castration,
but nothing helped. I came after about thirty seconds, Amy
crying out underneath me about how great it felt. After I had
cum Amy told me not to pull out. She flipped us over so she was
on top, my still hard - but growing limp - cock inside of her.
"I was right, wasn't I. Now what are you going to do." Amy
pulled my hands up to her breasts, her erect nipples under my
finger tips. "I'm coming to your work again this week. This
time I'm going to suck you off in your office. And how about
your secretary. You want her too, don't you. I'll have her
sucking you off within a week. You can fuck her too, if you
want."
"Amy, I..."
"Shhh. Quiet, Jeff. You know you like to fuck women. Your
cock is getting hard again just thinking about it." She was
right. My cock was starting to come back to life again. Amy
began to rock back and forth, squeezing her pussy against my
cock. The hot tightness worked it's magic quickly, and soon Amy
began to slide up and down on me. She leaned over to the edge of
the bed for a minute, and came back with a small tape recorder,
then clicked it on.
"I want the truth from you Jeff. Answer with the truth and
you will have the time of your life. Do you understand.?"
I was scared, but the feelings were just too good. I would
have done anything at this point. I said yes.
"Does my pussy feel better than any other pussy you have
ever felt?"
"Yes, ohh, yes. It feels great."
"Does it feel better than you wife's?" I hesitated for a
second, not sure if this should be on tape. Then Amy stated to
pull herself off of me, my penis slipping into the cold air.
"Yes, yes, it feels better than my wife's."
"That's better. If you had a choice between fucking me and
fucking Sarah, who would you pick?"
"I'd pick you."
Amy was pumping up and down harder and harder, her breath
coming faster. "If your boss needed you in his office, and I was
sucking you off, would you leave?"
"No, I'd stay with you." Amy's head dropped back, and I
pulled and twisted her nipples as she pounded up and down on my
cock.
"Oh god, oh yeah Jeff. If your wife walked in the room
right now, would you stop fucking me?"
"No, no I wouldn't." I flipped Amy over and began pounding
into her hot pussy as hard as I could, Amy crying out with
pleasure with each thrust. Amy screamed louder and louding in
orgasmic pleasure, her pussy squeezing against me, milking the
semen from my penis.
"I'm going to cum," I shouted. Amy pulled away, grabbing my
cock and pumping it into her mouth, sucking the cum from my
manhood. I fell back, groaning with pleasure. Amy licked me
clean, then lay next to me, pulling me to her and kissing my
chest and neck.
"Thank you, Jeff. It was wonderful." With that, Amy sat up
and climbed off the bed. She grabbed the recorded and ejected the
tape, throwing it down on the bed. "I dare you to listen to this
the next time you fuck Sarah."
"Where are you going?"
"It's time for me to get home. Don't worry, I'll see you
this week, for lunch." With a wink Amy was gone, leaving me the
tape to do with as I wished.
Sarah didn't really remember all the events of the evening,
though she did ask me to go down on her the next time we made
love. I had fun, eating out her pussy while listening to Amy and
I making love. Amy did show up at the office, and I was late for
a meeting with my boss because of it.
As for my secretary, Melissa, well, that's a whole other
story.
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