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Smother Fucker

Angela watched her husband Brett’s eyes involuntarily close and his head go back as he moaned his approval. His hands then were guided to the boobs of Stacy, the older blonde mom who had just beaten Angela in a titfight, smothered her unconscious, and fucked her doggy style with a huge strapon. It barely took a minute before he gushed into her warm, inviting mouth, the blonde choosing to spit the load onto the brunette’s face.

Stacy allowed the brunette to towel off, then immediately pressed her winning tits into the losing pair, causing Angela’s to splash out to the sides as they made way. Seeing the look of pure lust on her rival’s husband’s face, and the beginning of arousal from his manhood again, the emboldened blonde upped her game another level.

“Brett, stud, I bet you love titty fucking your wife, don’t you?” His involuntary nod of agreement spurred her on further. “If you like that, just imagine how much better it’s going to be when it’s my tits wrapped around your cock. You’re never going to want to fuck her weak ones again.”

As his manhood again reached full erection, Stacy quickly discarded his wife, pushed him into a seated position at the end of the bed, and knelt before him with her fantastic tits wrapping his dick inside a valley of flesh. Taunting Angela seemed to be turning him on even more, so she laid the trash talk on thick and got him to blow his load again in just a few minutes, this time on her beautiful tits.

Enjoying her victory more and more by the minute, Stacy walked over to a lightly sobbing Angela and smothered her between her cum soaked boobs. The blonde tormented the losing woman, not sealing the smother in tight enough to knock her out again, but instead focusing on using it to spread Brett’s semin all over her face a second time.

Allowing the couple a decent amount of time to recover, Stacy finally decided it was time to claim the final part of her stakes. Brett was conflicted after the video, being unsure if he would fuck the winner, but there was no way he was going to pass up this chance. Stacy started off by instructing him to lay down on the bed, before performing a little dance for him, showing off her firm, shapely ass and spreading her labia to expose a large, engorged clit that shined with anticipation.

The winner grabbed the loser by a nipple, forcing the wife to sit in a chair facing the bed from the side before climbing on top of her husband and mounting him. Again she laid into the losing titfighter, telling Brett he should dump his wife and get with someone who was woman enough to satisfy him. Angela looked on in horror as her husband eagerly thrust into the blonde from underneath, grabbing her ass to keep her positioned perfectly above him. Angela also began to worry about Brett staying with her, realizing that Stacy’s body was better than hers and she was pretty clearly a better fuck.

A dual climax was enough for the blonde. She rolled off the hunky man and basked in the afterglow of her orgasm for just a few minutes. Apparently satisfied, she went back to taunting the brunette about losing to both her and her daughter, shoving her tits into the yielding pair one more time, and threatening to do much more if Angela ever dared to challenge her again. A quick cleanup in the bathroom was all that was needed before the blonde left Angela and Brett behind, positively gliding out the door.

******

For weeks after being defeated and humiliated by the woman she had always felt so superior to, Angela was distant and reserved. Brett worried about permanent damage being done to her psyche. She was able to put on a good front for the kids, but he saw someone that was cold and scared. He asked several times before finally getting her to agree to a night out for a nice dinner.

Despite all that had gone on, Brett convinced his wife to hire Danielle as babysitter again for the evening. He knew she would do a good job, but he underestimated how much like her mother she could be. Angela was in a red strapless dress that hinted at her still spectacular cleavage while Brett looked every bit the successful entrepreneur he was. Danielle showed up wearing next to nothing, easily her most daring ensemble yet, and stepped purposefully into a tit to tit standoff with the brunette milf.

“I think we should go at it one more time. Now that Brett knows what my mom can do, you know he’s wondering how much better I am. My titties beat hers and yours easy, and the rest of my body could do the same. Even if you refuse, he knows I’m willing now and that’s all he’s going to fantasize about.”

With that, she pushed past Angela and into the living room and announcing her arrival to the kids that loved her as a babysitter. Brett could see the look of shock and horror on Angela’s face and had to do his best to quietly convince her to ignore what had happened and go ahead with their plans for the night. Ushering her out the door, it took another 15+ minutes of encouraging her in the göztepe escort car to get her to go out, putting them behind on their reservation.

Traffic didn’t help, with a minor accident causing a major slowdown on the freeway. Realizing they were going to be at least 20 minutes late, he called from the car to see how long they could hold the reservation. The Maitre ‘D informed them that things were booked full and they could only hold a reservation for 30 minutes before they would have to change their table and possibly not be able to accommodate them.

Brett said he understood and hung up, determined to give his wife the night he had promised. A few more minutes and finally things started to go their way as traffic began moving normally again. The couple parked and hurried to the front door, knowing they had only moments before potentially losing their reservation. It felt like they were going to make it as Brett got to the door and pushed it open for Angela to step through.

Angela, for her part, had every intention of doing just that. The problem was the other couple. Neither Brett nor Angela had seen the redhead and her husband also hustling to the front door from the other side of the parking lot. As soon as Brett opened the door, the redhead stepped purposely toward the opening, colliding chest first with a brunette she hadn’t even seen. Both women squealed in surprise, and sharp pain, at the unexpected compression.

Seeing them square off, both husbands quickly got a hold of their wives and walked inside with the women separated. Unfortunately, the moments spent dealing with that momentary sidetrack were enough for both reservations to be lost. Fortunately, there were still two tables open. The problem was the disparity in location.

The Maitre ‘D explained that one was a prime seating location with a view of the lake while the other was tucked in a dark corner by the kitchen. Which couple would get which table he was unsure of, as both had booked similar locations. That was when the redhead cleared her throat and stepped forward to the man who held each couple’s fate in his hands, and leaned forward.

Her modest green dress fell away from her skin, exposing a creamy canyon of cleavage to the restaurant host, whose eyes washed over with desire at the site in front of him.

“I think you know who gets the better table.”

******

Angela was fuming as she sat with her husband, just inches from the door to the kitchen with waiters and bus staff regularly passing by. Brett tried to calm her, but was mostly unconvincing as he was clearly angered by the situation and flustered by the whole evening. Those feelings, however, began to drift away with good wine and food, and the best conversation the couple had experienced in weeks.

As Brett asked for the check, his gorgeous wife excused herself to use the restroom before heading home. As she walked in, she quickly noted that only one other woman was in there, and of course it was the redhead. Seeing that the other woman hadn’t recognized her yet, Angela brought their chests together for the second time that evening, butting the other woman and sending the redhead back a few steps into the cold, bathroom wall.

The busty brunette milf cracked a cocky smile, seeing the shock and pain in the eyes of the bitch who stole her table and nearly ruined her night. The smiled disappeared quickly though, as the other woman launched herself off the wall, slamming her tits into Angela’s and knocking the brunette flat on her ass in the middle of the floor. Looming menacingly above her, the redhead addressed Angela:

“Stay down slut, I’m way out of your league. My tits squashed yours at the front door. My tits got the better table over yours. My tits took a cheapshot from yours and knocked you on your ass. We both know how this is going to end if you don’t accept your place.”

With that said, the redhead reached into her handbag and pulled out a business card. Dropping it on the brunette, she told Angela that they were in the penthouse suite at the Marriott if she was still stupid enough to think she had a chance. The redhead was out the door before Angela had gotten back to her feet, and the brunette spent a few moments getting her faculties about her before returning to Brett’s side to leave.

******

“Call Danielle and see if she can stay a little bit later tonight. Tell her we’ll pay double her hourly rate for each hour we’re late.”

Brett looked sideways at his wife, trying to comprehend what she had just said. They had just gotten in their car, and hadn’t even pulled out of their parking spot at the restaurant, when she made the statement. He stared for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on, before she continued.

“I went to the bathroom and that redheaded bitch was in there. We had a little discussion with our tits that needs to be finished. They’re in the penthouse suite at the Marriott çorlu escort and that’s where we’re going to go so you can see me flatten her fat boobs and make her beg me to stop before I smother her out.”

Brett knew he should be concerned about her. He should worry about how she would react if she got into a tough spot, and especially what it would do to her if she lost again. He knew he should find a way to both boost her ego and talk her out of this without her realizing that his first thought was about her losing again like it was a foregone conclusion.

He knew those things but he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. A phone call to Danielle confirmed that she could stay and she didn’t even ask why at the offer of twice her regular pay. A quick drive to the Marriott confirmed that the man on the business card, a Reginald Boudoin, was indeed staying in the penthouse suite. The skeptical desk clerk showed the new couple to the private penthouse elevator when the guests confirmed that they had invited Brett and Angela from the restaurant to join them for a night cap.

The couple couldn’t have been more different in their ride to the top floor. Brett’s palms were sweating. He was trying not to hyperventilate as he examined his wife’s form and tried to compare it to that of the redhead whom he has seen for a total of maybe five minutes a few hours earlier. Angela, on the other hand, had her jaw set like stone with a glare that could melt a glacier. Her breathing was normal, her impressive bust rising and falling slightly as if nothing special was about to happen.

The ding signaling their arrival on the top floor was followed by the elevator doors opening to reveal the barely noticed husband from earlier in the evening with no wife in sight. He unashamedly soaked in the sight of the brunette before him, his eyes giving her a thorough going over before returning to her shapely breasts with a broad grin adorning his face.

“Genevieve is waiting inside to discuss the stakes for the loser. I promise she won’t hurt you too badly, but she will crush your spirit and take your dignity after she adds your bra to her trophy case.”

Brett felt the anger flare up inside himself, wanting to punch the pretentious asshole in his face, but noted that Angela again seemed unfazed. His wife’s beautiful ass swayed purposefully in her dress as she followed Reginald into the suite. He looked up in time to notice the furniture in the living room of the suite had been removed, save for loveseats on opposite walls. The one on the far wall contained the redhead, sitting with her strong looking legs crossed, her nails lightly tapping the rim of a nearly empty wine glass.

******

Following their hosts’ instructions to sit on the loveseat by the near wall, Brett and Angela waited only a moment before Genevieve spoke up.

“Tit to tit, nothing else. We go at it until one gives up. Winner keeps the loser’s bra. Winner and her husband have their way with the loser and her husband for 30 minutes of sexual humiliation. Any questions?”

“Winner smother’s the loser unconscious before the humiliation.”

“Oh, I like that. You’re so jealous of my tits that you want them in your face after I crush yours.”

“Fuck you.”

With the rules and stakes settled, the redhead stood up followed immediately by the brunette. Remaining on opposite sides of the room, both women had their husband’s unzip their dresses and help them take them off while slipping off their shoes. Angela’s black lace bra and thong contrasted well with Genevieve’s sky blue set.

While still encased in their bras so that neither couple could be sure of the firmness and density of the other pair of tits, everyone in the room could tell that the redhead had the bigger rack. Reginald got a sly grin on his face as he groped his wife’s big globes from behind, whispering something in her ear that made both of them laugh. He then unclasped the front of the redhead’s bra and lifted her boobs up before letting the two milky jugs slap against her chest with an intimidating slap.

Any hopes that Brett and Angela had about their firmness not being impressive were dashed by how well they sat on Genevieve’s chest. While not exactly perky, the hang was minimal for tits that size and they looked as dense and full as they could possibly be. Brett mentally kicked himself for being so enchanted by the other woman’s tits that he didn’t mimic her husband’s actions and Angela was left to reveal her own glorious rack by herself. She did, however, establish quickly that she was definitely perkier up top, her D cups defying gravity as she shimmied them to prove their natural origin.

Angela took the lead, placing her hands behind her head to force her tits even higher on her chest. She then upped the ante, hoping to intimidate the bigger titted woman, by raising each boob independently to show off the impressive strength in her chest muscles. That hope ümraniye escort was quickly dashed as the redhead mimicked the move, showing nearly the same control and strength with her larger bust.

Seeing the brunette taken aback, the redhead began closing the space between them as she strode purposefully across the floor. Brett saw his wife respond slowly, coming together with her opponent only a few feet away from the two seater on their side of the room. Even more intriguing to him was the nature of the first contact. Both women had kept their hands behind their heads, causing their tits to be lifted high and stretched taut as they came together. There was no slap, no slam or bump, and not even really a grind. The two women seemed content to push their chests together to see where they stood before enjoining the real battle.

“Where did your little boobs go bitch?”

“They’re punching a hole through your soft, fat pillows right now.”

“Don’t kid yourself. We both know that my tits have owned yours every time they’ve touched tonight and right now they’re engulfing your weak little boobies.”

“Keep up the talk whore, we both know my tits are forcing yours to mold around them because they’re so much firmer than your cow tits.”

“I knocked you into the front door. I knocked you on your ass in the bathroom. And now I’m going to knock you all over this room before I flatten your little boobs, take your bra, smother your ugly face, and dominate you and your hubby for half an hour.”

Before Angela could respond, Genevieve backed to the center of the room. The redhead dropped her arms to her side, shaking out her shoulders, before giving her tits a shimmy and winking at Brett. Angela did likewise, stepping forward to just a foot away from the redhead. The women nodded at one another and clashed together, tit to tit, like two bucks dueling for control of the herd.

The husbands saw and heard what the women felt. One man’s face was immediately a radiant smile while the other’s was a downtrodden mask of concern. The women both grunted like animals before the first contact, but their reaction was wildly different. One was silently confident while the other yelped in agony as her tits couldn’t handle the straight on blow and she stumbled back a few steps.

The scene played itself out several more times in rapid succession as one husband barely avoided having his wife land in his lap as the other woman drove her across the room and knocked her onto the loveseat. The moment ass hit leather the dominating woman straddled the other one, wrapped her arms around the squealing woman’s head, and pulled her face into a breast smother for just a few seconds before kissing the other husband on the cheek and retreating to the middle of the room with a glow on her face.

Brett looked at Angela, her tits already reddened and her face flushed with tears starting to form in her eyes, and wondered if he should stop it right now. His thoughts were momentarily stifled as his wife immediately popped up off the sofa and went right back at the redhead. A couple of minutes later, he was again conflicted as Genevieve had once again battered Angela back to the couch, knocked her down, and then grabbed her hair and pulled his wife’s face into the redhead’s panty covered crotch before backing off again as she brimmed with confidence.

“Fuck!”

That was all that Brett needed to hear to realize that his wife was going to see this through no matter the result. The next thing that happened was the most shocking part of an already extraordinary night. He watched as Angela stepped back from the redhead’s chest butt, wrapped the bigger titted woman up with a bearhug that placed her D cups straight into the undersides of the other tits, and used the redheads lack of balance to back her up to her own couch and slam the other woman down with all of Angela’s bodyweight added to the blow.

The guttural groan from Genevieve was short lived as Angela returned the favor with a quick breast smother and a peck on the cheek for Reginald. The redhead got up with a look of fury but didn’t charge back in right away. Instead, she realized that her opponent had some experience and wasn’t going to let her just flatten the smaller tits with her huge wrecking balls.

With both fighters wary of what the other could do, they began a tactical battle of titboxing. Genevieve was bigger, and her tits hung a bit looser, which should have given her an advantage in swinging tits against Angela. The problem was that Angela’s technique was much better. Brett had the serious thought that the redhead had been able to bully so many tits that she probably hadn’t needed to learn how to do anything other than bang them straight on. He had seen his wife in this kind of battle with Stacy, who dominated Angela at it, but it was still something she had done before and he wasn’t sure if Genevieve had.

Brett loved his wife’s ass. He thought it was one of the best he had ever seen, even though he was keenly aware that the blonde mom and daughter that had squashed her tits also had noticeably better backsides. So, in the middle of a tit war between Angela and a big boobed redheaded stranger, he felt the anticipation rise as he finally got a chance to see the thong encased ass of the other woman as the fighter’s moved around.

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It was during my research with my latest project that I realized I needed additional assistance. While interviewing candidates, I first met Alex. The process of interviewing people is hard for me. My social skills are not the greatest because I’m basically very shy.

To make it easier, after reading all the resumes, I narrowed the applications down to three prospects.

Although my job is highly technical, the work I needed done was fairly menial. Basically, it consisted of typing and copying documents, filing, and some research. Since I am single and working out of my home, there was a certain amount of personal chores included in the job description—grocery shopping, dry cleaning retrieval, making meals, house cleaning, that kind of thing. Because I required personal chores I felt I had to offer a higher salary than minimum wage but that wasn’t a problem, in fact, money wasn’t a problem for me at all. With the amount I had inherited I could afford three or four people for years and not feel the pinch.

I hated mundane chores and avoided them whenever possible. Since it was my money, adding personal chores became part of the job.

Because some of the work required a basic knowledge of computers most of the candidates were young people, mainly kids just out of college. My expectations for quality people were not high. It definitely was not something one could do for a career.

The day I set aside for interviewing was a sunny one. After a couple of cups of coffee, I mentally prepared for the arduous ordeal. The first applicant came promptly at ten o’clock, a good sign as I’m a stickler for being on time. He was an awkward fellow from back East. According to his transcripts, he graduated somewhere in the middle of his class. A pleasant enough of a bloke, he unfortunately, showed absolutely no signs of any creativity. Ordinarily, I could overlook a handicap like that but he also seemed to lack any kind of motivation. After asking him about himself it seemed he had no higher goal in life than to play video games, so I bid him a fond farewell and scratched him off the list.

The second candidate was a handsome, charming young man. His school records indicated that it took him five years to get through college instead of the customary four. The explanation, he informed me, with a wide and charming grin, was that he minored in parties. “Almost my major,” he said with a wink. His supreme confidence bothered me and I rejected him. Not because of his qualifications, those were fine, but because of the risk he posed.

The risk was mine.

Allow me to explain. A couple of years prior, I hired a young man, Todd, for help with another project. At first, he worked out just fine, in fact we became friends, or so I thought. After a few weeks, I felt so comfortable around him that I invited him to join me to a movie. We hit it off so well that soon we were going out to dinner every night, my treat of course.

Next thing I knew, he suggested bar-hopping and we were socializing around town, hitting the bars and nightclubs into the wee hours in the morning. In fact, because of the lateness, he often spent the night at my house, which was no problem because it is a rather large home with many bedrooms.

The overnight stays became fairly regular. I didn’t think anything about it at first, but, as they say, familiarity breeds contempt. Eventually the time we spent together turned out to be a nightmare. What I didn’t know about the guy was that Todd was a particularly domineering type fellow. Initially, this trait suited me fine because I’m the opposite, rather laid back to the point of going along with anything.

Before he even finished the day’s chores, Todd started making plans for the evening. At first it was nothing more that choosing which movie we would see without consulting me. Then, he started making dinner reservations, always at the most expensive places. If I wanted to leave the bars early, go home and rest, he wouldn’t let me, persuading me to stay until closing.

Eventually, the work suffered. Todd set his own pace, not living up to my timetables, dragging out the project much longer than it should have taken.

At the end of his term, Todd dropped a bombshell. Besides the dominant nature, it turns out he had a rather devious streak. On his last day of work, he threatened to reveal our homosexual liaisons. What he said amounted to blackmail.

What he wanted was a great deal of money.

The fact that there had been no occurrence of homosexuality didn’t prevent him from the threat. With receipts in hand of every place we had ever been, it looked very much like I was paying him to stay with me. He insisted he could convince the people who backed my projects of my improprieties.

After considering all aspects, I decided that the adverse publicity might significantly harm my career so I caved in to his demands. He walked away with over one hundred thousand dollars. Part of me still cringes when I recall the way he intimidated me during the conversation.

I’ll never forget düzce escort the evil, sadistic smirk as he left.

The lesson I learned was to stay far away from charming, suave, manipulative guys. My inability to resist their powers of persuasion made hiring this guy too risky. These days I am very wary of the smooth types and this guy was definitely smooth. So he was out.

The final candidate was Alex. Before the meeting I reviewed the resume. The school records indicated that he was a good student, in the top quarter of his class. Activities and interests led me to believe that he was the type who would work out fine for the six months I needed him.

The doorbell rang and I answered the door. Standing in front of me was a very pretty young woman.

To my great shock I realized that I assumed Alex was a boy’s name and not a girl’s. In this case Alex must be short for Alexandra or something.

Alex was a girl!

As I stood there like an idiot thinking of something to say, she walked inside. Directing her to my office, she glanced around, giving the place the once over. The house is quite a display even if I say so myself. It should be; it cost enough. A small smile of satisfaction came over me as I witnessed the admiration she showed of the place, as she examined the leather furniture, the costly paintings, the antiques, the expensive grandfather clock and the various exotic knick-knacks.

Alex sat in the chair in front of the desk and I sat behind. Once we were comfortable, I took the liberty of checking her out. At first glance, it was obvious that she was very good-looking, beautiful in fact. She was about my size, five foot seven or so. Long, sandy-brown hair flowed straight down, with not a hint of curl, and settled an inch or so beyond her shoulders.

Even clad in a sort of loose-fitting summer dress I could tell that her figure was very nice, in the earth-goddess type, a sort of Beyonce body. There was a glow about her that exuded sensuality in a seductive way. Being somewhat of a leg connoisseur, my eyes checked out her lovely gams. To my surprise I noticed she wasn’t wearing nylons, unusual for an interview I thought, but her tanned legs looked exceptional under her dress. The hem rode high, exposing thighs that were well formed, athletic and curvy.

My mouth watered and I had to make a conscious effort to close my mouth.

To keep from gawking at those lovely limbs I kept glancing down at the paper in front of me. I had to do something to keep my eyes from bulging out of the sockets. Between up and down glimpses, I checked out her breasts. Nice and full, not too large but not small either, they looked to be more than a handful but less than purchased. Her hips were just wide enough to be inviting and her rear end, checked out when she entered, was more than lovely—it was close to heavenly.

The first thing that ran through my mind, right after admitting that Alex was quite a beauty, was that she was definitely out of my league.

“Well, Alex,” I said, attempting to sound cool and collected, “I see that you’re qualified for the position, probably over-qualified.” From practice I always paused at this point as though forming some critical determination. “What makes you think I should give the position to you as opposed to someone else?” The question was lame, but in my defense, my brain was overcome by its animalistic nature and wasn’t functioning as a rational entity too well. The impact of her turning out to be a girl, and a stunning girl at that, had thrown me off my game.

There was something very extraordinary about her, more than just her incredible looks. She had a presence that filled the room. With a nonchalance that was beyond cool, she commanded the scene, possessed it like it was her own.

“I want the job,” she replied, as if the simple explanation was all it took to get the position. Watching her carefully, I perceived a calm, quiet confidence, almost as if nothing could ever bother her, like she was a princess in some other life and accustomed to everything going her way.

There seemed no doubt in her mind that she was going to get the job.

“I see,” I said, uncertain what to do at this point. “Well, I’ll let you know tomorrow. I have other candidates to interview then I’ll have to make the decision based on everyone’s qualifications.”

“No, that won’t do,” she said.

“No?”

“That won’t do,” she replied, her eyes never leaving mine. The hypnotic aura cast by her lovely eyes put me off a bit. “I need to know now,” she reiterated. “If I’m not going to get the job I need to make other plans.”

Stunned by the abrupt reply, I sat in a daze. Breaking the trance of her penetrating orbs, I peeked down at her exquisite form. The first thing I noticed was that she wasn’t one of those women who used her legs to influence a man. Instead of crossing one over the other and swinging it to draw attention, luring the eyes to the blessed gams, she sat rather manly in the chair. edirne escort Her feet were not together in that lady-like manner; they were flat-footed and spread apart, just a little. Once again I noticed that she wasn’t wearing nylons. Her tanned legs looked deliciously gorgeous, the kind you would like to lick all the way to the top. The fact that she was without proper stockings suddenly seemed rather exciting for some peculiar reason. The image of an earth goddess returned. She seemed so natural, so unmade-up, and so authentic. She quite bewitched me.

“I see. What, if I may ask, is your rush?”

“I need a place to live. I moved out of my boyfriend’s place last night. Since I don’t have any transportation I want to live someplace close to where I work.” Although her frankness was unusual, I found her honesty to be very compelling.

“I see.” My comment, neither glib nor astute, was nonetheless all I could manage to get out of a throat choked beyond speech and a brain benumbed beyond reasoning. It seemed that the ability to articulate anything worthy of intelligence was simply beyond my current capabilities. With the articulateness of a mime, I assumed the awkward position of the village idiot. Frankly, I felt out of place as if I were visiting a strange country. No one has ever turned me so inside out before, with the possible exception of Todd.

“I’ll tell you what,” I struggled to say. “Normally, I don’t decide so quickly, so impulsively, but you seem exceptionally qualified.” Her eyes cast her spell further. “So I’ll offer the position to you now. That is, if you’ll accept.” My acceptance of her request fell just short of begging her to work for me.

Nodding slightly, she didn’t seem overly grateful; the casual movement with her lips wasn’t exactly a smile. It was as if she was taking my humble proposal as her due.

“Good,” she proclaimed. “Now, I have to look for a place.” The announcement was uttered as she rose. The bottom part of the causal sun-dress parted as she stood, exposing a lovely and generous view of an exquisite thigh. The skin was firm, tanned, taut and sensual. Obviously, she worked out a lot. She caught me staring and I reddened in response.

“Where do you suppose you’ll look? I mean for a place,” I asked too quickly, wanting to divert the attention from my lecherous eyes.

“I don’t know,” she responded. “Do you know any places around that will take me on credit?”

“Oh. You don’t have any money then?”

“Not until my first paycheck.”

“Well, I suppose I could advance you a month’s salary,” I muttered quickly, too eager to help. I was so embarrassed. “I don’t usually do this,” I mumbled as I got my checkbook out.

“A check’s no good. I won’t have time to deposit it. Do you have enough cash to cover it?”

I looked up. Her manner wasn’t flirtatious or the giggly sort that a lot of young women toss about. Her confidence and straightforwardness was unique for one of her age. It was an honesty born of unpretentiousness.

“I guess I could advance it in cash.” Ignoring a cautioning conscience, I walked to my hidden safe, on the far side of the office, behind a picture on the wall. As I opened it, it dawned on me how exposed I was. Without thought or consideration to the risk, I had revealed the location of the safe, opened it before her and showed everything within it. Because I work out of my home I carry much more money than I should. At any given time I might have thousands of dollars, perhaps as much as a couple of hundred thousand.

“Listen,” I said, the beginning of an inspiration forming in my bewildered brain. As I gave her more than two thousand dollars I continued, “If you want, and don’t take this the wrong way, you can stay here for the night.” Flustered, the words poured out. “I have plenty of rooms, too many, in fact, and they never get used so it would be no trouble whatsoever. That way we could get an early start in the morning and then you could look for some place tomorrow.” As I listened to my own sales pitch, I was aware of how pathetic I sounded. I was almost pleading with her.

She considered the proposition for a moment before assenting. “Why don’t you show me where I can stay?”

Like an overly-eager puppy, I led her to a room down the hall from mine. Normally, I reserve the room for my agent, as it is the second nicest one in the house. Besides my agent, the only other person who ever stayed there was Todd. He started out in one of the smaller rooms but within a week, without asking, he took the better one as his own. At the time I didn’t say anything, thinking I should consider myself fortunate that he didn’t want my room.

“I need a bath,” Alex announced almost as soon as we entered the room. “Would you be a gentleman and fetch my bags from the foyer?”

Without a moments hesitation I scampered back down the hallway and out to the foyer. Hauling the suitcases to her room I knocked softly before entering. This room, like the master bedroom, had an adjoining elazığ escort bathroom. The water was running and the door was closed. For a moment I considered unpacking her bags, just to get a look at her clothes but recognized the gesture could be too easily misinterpreted.

After Alex bathed and changed her clothes she joined me in the expansive living room. As I impatiently waited, I opened and started drinking a glass of expensive wine. Sipping on the pleasant grape, I wondered what I had gotten myself into.

When Alex walked in I noticed the drastic change in apparel. Wearing a more formal outfit than the simple sun-dress, once again I was stunned by her appearance. A sleek, black dress hung down to just above the knee. Two, thin straps over her shoulders held it up. A rather spectacular display of a magnificent cleavage was easily seen. The fabric gripped her voluptuous body, as if molded to the curvaceous shape, accenting her gorgeous figure in a way that illustrated every part of her without seeming too tight. It was undoubtedly the most tantalizing sight I had ever been privileged enough to see.

“You’re dressed. I mean you’re dressed so nicely,” I stammered. The effect of the striking attire was immediate and consuming. She seemed more like a Greek goddess who deserved homage than a lowly assistant.

“I thought you might like to take me out to dinner,” she suggested.

“Certainly,” I agreed, jumping at the wonderful opportunity, chastising myself for not thinking of the idea first.

Hastily phoning ahead, I managed to get reservations at the best restaurant in town. They knew me there and promised a table as soon as we arrived. Once there, I slipped the maitre’d a Benjamin to get the best table.

The dinner was excellent even though I stumbled through most of the conversation. For some inexplicable reason, I was unable to relax around her. She stayed in complete control of herself however, as nothing seemed to faze her.

Alex nibbled on a salad and drank sparingly. To mask my boorish behavior, I consumed enough alcohol for the both of us. My normal shyness and lack of sociability was not enhanced by the libation but it did loosen my inhibitions.

After inhaling the better part of two bottles of wine, Alex drove us home, thank goodness, and I struggled to bed.

The morning arrived much too early for my aching head. It had been some time since I had overslept. Parts of a vivid, erotic dream rolled around just outside the periphery of consciousness. My head throbbed as I made my way to the bathroom. A hot shower helped clear some cobwebs but what I really needed was a few aspirins and some scalding, strong coffee.

After the medicine and the coffee, I wandered back to my office. Peering around I say no sign of my new assistant. Settling at my desk, coffee in hand, the first thing I did was list the basic duties I expected of my new employee.

An hour later, Alex joined me. She sat down without so much of a hint of an apology for being late. With no words passed between us, I handed her the list. To her credit, she started right in.

While finishing up some trivial paperwork, I kept an eye on her. Nothing seemed too difficult and she spent the morning completing the tasks. Toward eleven, Alex informed me she was taking a break and with coffee in hand, left the office for the living room.

Through the doorway, I could just see her posed on the couch in front of the fireplace. At first, I was a bit surprised that she settled in the living room as it made her seem more like a guest than an employee. Being the polite person I am, I let the lapse in proper etiquette pass.

As I observed, Alex pulled a magazine out of her purse and casually leafed through it. After a minute, she placed her feet on an ottoman nearby and studied her hands. Reaching for her purse, she removed a file and began working on her fingernails. My work momentarily forgotten, I watched intently as she smoothed the rough edges away. When she was satisfied with the results of the scraping she brought out some nail polish. With elaborate concentration, fingers pointing out, she painted the nails. There was something about the deliberate focus on her face that enthralled me.

After the fingernails were finished and dried, she flipped her sandals off and examined her toenails. Displeased with the appearance, Alex bent over and busily applied a coat of polish.

My mouth suddenly went dry. As I observed her efforts, I couldn’t help noticing that her dress, another soft-fabric sun-dress, rode high upon her thighs, almost to the edge of her panties as she performed her task.

My little guy rose to attention. The view I was treated to was nothing short of stunning. I was blessed with the glorious sight of the most exquisite legs I’ve ever laid eyes on. My work abandoned, completely forgotten, I gaped with mouth open wide, staring at the wonderful sight of those magnificent limbs. Long, sensual, smooth, enticing, they were simply luscious.

With patience, Alex worked on the nails, her face intent on the task. Obviously, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her feet and legs. It was as if I was under some spell that she had cast over me, ensnaring me in the charms of her magnificent limbs. Nothing could break my gaze at the lovely picture I viewed. The artful and beguiling performance was exquisitely captivating.

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***Rule 63 – “Lose a bet intentionally that will compromise your marriage”

“Remember tonight is poker night honey,” Cliff said as he was heading out to work.

“How can I forget? It’s your ‘guys night’, by the way, who is hosting the next one?”

He kissed her on the lips, “It should be Tony, but he may not be in town. We’ll see.”

“Have a good day,” she called out, as he backed his car down the driveway.

Kate went back to the bedroom, her job as a hair stylist didn’t start until 10am. She was in her bathrobe, and she started the water running in the shower. When it was nice and steamy, she dropped her robe to the floor and stepped in. Her body was nice and fit, having trained for and run several half marathons. Her training group were pushing for a full marathon, and she was game. Since they lived in the hilly part of town, she had mastered the climbs and the slopes she would need for the upcoming ‘Beast Hills Marathon’.

As the water ran down her nude physique, she lathered herself up with body wash. Her mind replayed the previous Poker Night when Cliff had come home horny and biting at the bit. She loved when he came home like that, his rod nice and hard. She was sure they played porno’s at some of the poker nights, but not here. Either that or the raunchy nature of their conversations had got to him. Either way, that had been a good night of sex for both of them.

Her hands slid down to her slice as she thought about that night. She played with herself, alternating between stimulating her lips, fingering herself with two fingers or rubbing her swollen clit. She knew her body and orgasmed several times before finishing her shower. She was really looking forward to some post Poker game sex with her husband.

She made chia seed pudding for breakfast, and mixed in several antioxidant fruits. That was her secret for keeping a flat tummy. Her six pack was gone from running Track & Field for UNLV, but she knew she had a killer body. Her abs were toned and her runner’s legs and ass were the envy of many of neighbors as well as their husbands. She watched Downton Abbey on Netflix as she ate. When it was time to go, she rinsed off her dish and spoon and loaded them into the dishwasher.

Arriving at her salon, Hairoine Boutique ten minutes early. She let herself in with her key and started getting her station ready. Monica, the owner and manager arrived 15 minutes late, running in frazzled as usual.

“I should charge you for opening up the salon, you know,” Kate deadpanned.

“You try getting your kids ready for school, see how your life changes,” Monica returned fire.

Kate smiled, knowing that wasn’t the real reason she was always running late. Kate’s first appointment arrived and she seated her, probing her for what she wanted done with her hair. Monica’s customer walked in shortly after. As they shampooed, cut and styled the hair, they fell into conversations about their lives. This was Kate’s favorite part of the job, the conversation. More often than not, it was with the customers and finding out about their lives, sometimes it was with other stylists as they worked. She could get the gossip on so many people in town, even if she didn’t know them.

“So no kids in the works, you and Cliff ever planning on having any?” asked Monica.

“I’m 32, and we’ve been married for seven years. I’ve been off the pill for five years but so far nothing. It’s not like we are actively trying, but so far no. A few false alarms, but no. I guess we should get serious about it soon, but honestly, I’m in no rush.” Kate said, staring out the window.

“Hmm, most women I know get knocked up within a few years of getting married.”

“Well, not us, not yet.”

Another round of customer’s came in along with Steven, a femboy gay that absolutely stunned with his hairdo’s. Kate had met his lover, a construction worker named Jake. She never would have thought of Jake as gay if she met him in the street. Steven, who preferred to be called Sissy told her Jake didn’t see himself as gay, he saw her as a woman. Steven/Sissy was the biggest whore Kate had ever met. He/she, depending on how he/she dressed when she came to work, was the biggest blabbermouth of sexual exploits and purile raunchy knowledge.

“Hey bitches! The queen is here, you can stop worrying about me!” she said as she strutted in.

Kate laughed out loud, she was such a card.

As they went about their day of styling hairdo’s, the conversation turned to the stylist about what they were doing for the weekend. When it came to Kate, she let them know Cliff was hosting poker night. His friends rotated who hosted, so they only did it every few months. She also told them she was the ‘dealer’ when they played at her house. She had moonlighted as a dealer when she attended college, but her husband didn’t know that. Her husband’s friends assumed she learned when Cliff watched Poker tournaments on ESPN.

“Oh! Hotwife Rule 63 – “Lose a bet intentionally that will compromise your marriage” bilecik escort Sissy all but shouted.

“What?” several women asked, stylists and clients alike. “What is a ‘hotwife’?” several spoke at once.

“Girls! A hotwife is a married woman that sleeps with other men, a lot of time’s with their husband’s permission. Sometimes without. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do!” Sissy snapped her fingers in a Z.

That got a reaction, as Sissy had intended.

The conversations devolved into versions of “I could never” and “that sounds exciting” through the salon.

“Where do you learn this stuff?” Monica asked Sissy.

“Don’t you watch porn! Ohmygawd I grew up on porn in high school, that’s how I became a Sissy and I love my sex life!”

The girls all roared with laughter. They all dearly loved him for his blatant honesty and rampant sexuality.

*********

Kate got home and started thawing out some tri-tip to make dinner. It was an easy dish to make and fed multiple people which was perfect for Poker night. She planned on some salad with sides of street corn and roasted brussel sprouts as well. Once she had everything prepared she relaxed with a glass of wine and caught some more Downton Abbey. When Cliff got home, she smiled as he kissed her on the lips.

“The tri-tip is thawing out and your favorite rub is on the counter. All you have to do is prepare it, and light up the grill.” she said over her shoulder as he checked the sink for the thawing meat. Once he guesstimated the remaining time for it to thaw he cracked a beer and came and sat with her. “Cheers,” he said as they tapped their drinks together.

“What time is everybody showing up?” she asked out of the side of her mouth.

“7pm, we’ll probably get started 10-15 minutes after. Gus is bringing a case of beer.”

“You guys have this down to a science,” she smirked.

“Damn right we do!’ Cliff beamed with pride.

*********

Sure enough, the men started arriving between 6:50 and 7pm. In total, there were 5 guys there counting Cliff. Gus, Tony, Steve and Mark sat around the dinner table as they usually did. They each had a plate of food with all the fixings and a beer. Cliff was already tipsy as he had continued to have another beer while Kate only had the one glass of wine. He was four beers into his drinking while the guys had barely begun.

Kate sat center, her back to the sliding glass door, and started dealing the cards with professional level accuracy. As they played round after round the money in the pot grew. As was usually the case, the clear leaders were Cliff, Gus and Steve. These three were the most likely to win as they had the best poker faces. They were also the most experienced at reading a ‘tell’ from others.

As the night progressed, the trash talking also grew with the volume of alcohol consumed. Cliff was the loudest talker since he was also the drunkest. It was going on 9pm, when the game escalated. Steve was instigating Cliff, taking advantage of his drunken state. He had won several hands and was peaking at the moment.

“Side wager Cliff, I beat you and I take the pot tonight. What do you say? $100 spa treatment for whoever wins? To treat the winning couple to a date?”

“Not going to happen my man,” Cliff slurred slightly.

“Then take the bet, if you’re so sure!”

“Not going to happen Steve,” he looked at him, finishing with… “the day you beat me at poker is the day I let you sleep with my wife!”

The table roared with laughter. No one took it seriously, Cliff was known to speak out of turn when under the influence. Kate became silent. To hear what he had said had turned her blood to ice. None of the guys noticed her silence or her lips tightening into a straight line.

“I’ll take your bet! Winner gets a couple’s spa package on the loser’s dime.” Cliff cemented the deal by shaking on it.

Kate, who had spent years dealing in Vegas, began feeding Steve winning cards slowly but surely. Sissy’s rule for hotwives suddenly coming to mind. By 10pm it was obvious Steve had won. Cliff had drank more as he saw his chances of pulling out a win slipping away.

“Well I’ll be damned,” Cliff slurred. “Well, I’m an ass, aren’t I?”

The guys all laughed as the night ended. They headed out one by one. Kate waved to all of them and headed off to bed. Cliff walked Steve to the door.

“Someday you’re going to have to tell me how you cheated. Nonetheless, a spa package deal is coming up!” he slurred his words and walked erratically.

He stood there staring at the closed door for a few seconds and then turned and walked to the bedroom. Crawling into bed, he started groping Kate. She moved away from him. He nudged over and his paws started rubbing her again. She turned around with an angry look on her face.

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight! Maybe tomorrow night too for that matter!”

“What?” he said incredulously, “what’d I do?” he said plaintively.

“…the manisa escort day you beat me at poker is the day I let you sleep with my wife!”

“I said that?”

“Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to hear that? Then all your friends laughed like it was the funniest thing they ever heard! How dare you? Go sleep on the couch, Now!”

He got up and stared at her. There was no doubt of her hostility. He wobbled his way down the hall and passed out on the couch.

Kate laid down and tried to sleep, but it eluded her. She tossed and turned, even took some melatonin drops, but to no avail.

She was frustrated for more than one reason. Remembering the last time Cliff had come home, the sex and been intense. Due to drinking early, he had been a total flop this night. She rolled over, trying to sleep, when a dirty thought entered her mind.

She couldn’t.

No, it was wrong.

But the more she thought about it, the hornier she got. She slid out of bed in her silk negligee. As she padded down the hall she could hear him snoring like a walrus. Picking up his phone, she unlocked it, and quickly found Steve’s phone number and address. She tapped the information into her phone, and replaced his phone. As she walked towards the front door, she hesitated, then got some flip flops by the front door. Quiet as a mouse she left the house and got in her car. It was moments before she pulled up in front of Steve’s house.

It was all dark.

She was incredibly nervous, and yet it made it even more exciting. She texted his phone, “Are you awake?”

Waiting, she kept glancing at the house. After a few moments, she saw a dim light in one of the windows. A few seconds later, a reply came through…

“Who is this?”

Her heart started to spike as she took a selfie, one boob out as she dropped that side of her nighty, and lifted her hem, showing off her fuzzy patch. She attached it and sent it along with a message…

“…you did beat him at poker, after all!”

She waited, no response. Still waiting, figuring he would have texted her back by now…when she heard the front door quietly open. Steve stepped out in pajama pants and nothing else. His pants were slightly tented.

“Kate, what are you doing here? Cliff was joking…”

Her heart raced, he was absolutely right and her practical side told her the same. But deep down, she wanted a small revenge for Cliff embarrassing her, not to mention she had expected some dick this night. That, ultimately, decided her.

“Well the jokes on him. Are you going to fuck me or not? Last chance cowboy,” a wicked grin spread over her face. She leaned back against his car and hiked up her skimpy outfit.

Steve stared at her, offering herself up to him. He would be a liar to say he never thought about fucking her. He walked forward, not sure what to do…

“In the back of your car or mine?” he finally stammered.

“Right here, right now,” she kissed him and leaned back on his hood, then lifted her legs around him pulling him in. She pushed down the other side of her nighty, exposing both her breasts.

That was all he needed.

Steve dropped his pj’s below his waist and rubbed his head against her lips, finding them already wet. His cock slid in her with little effort. Her ass dangled over the side of the hood, so he grabbed her waist and found it was the perfect height to slam into her. Pinching her nipples, she moaned with delight. She was actually doing it! A part of her wished Cliff could see this. Payback is a bitch!

As Steve started fucking her harder, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. She was definitely feeling like she was in heat. The eroticim of making her husband pay for his big mouth, and being outside in a suburban neighborhood…it had her hot and horny. Her nipples were erect and she pinched them mercilessly as Steve slapped his waist into her. The sound was making her hornier still. The distinctly wet sound of her their bodies clapping meant she was beyond wet, she realized she had squirted for the first time of her life.

Her climax exploded out of her, her body shaking. If she hadn’t noticed her squirt before, this time was unmistakable.

“Ah gawd, yes! My wife has never squirted… ohmygawdthankyouKate!”

She was letting out little gasps as he pummeled her. If he could go on forever, Kate swore she would stay for it all. But all too soon, she heard him getting ready to unload.

She quickly pulled out her phone, reversed the camera and video taped the peak of Steve fucking her hotwife pussy.

With that thought, she orgasmed again. She muffled her cry, not wanting to wake up Steve’s sleeping wife.

“Cum in my mouth, please…I want to swallow you…” she begged.

He set her down off the car and she immediately squatted. Steve shoved his cock in her mouth just as his rod bust its nut, shooting her oral cavity with all the spunk he had in reserve. mersin escort Even after his dick stopped twitching, she suckled his cock. He ran his fingers through her hair enjoying every last bit.

She got up, and licked her lips clean of cum. Leaning into him, her breath hot, she whispered in his ear…

“Don’t call me, I’ll call you!”

*********

When she got home, she quietly entered the house. Cliff was still snoring, and she had no problem getting to the room. It was past midnight and a deep sleep was the rest her of her night. She slept in yet still arose before Cliff.

And that gave her time to think.

Kate woke up and showered, she realized she had a problem. While she was sure Steve would keep their secret, did she want to? What she had done last night had opened a door, a door she wasn’t sure she wanted to close. She had read an article, perhaps two months ago at the salon. One line stuck out to her, once easily forgotten now locked in her brain.

“All humans, both men, and women have two core needs that are in conflict. We have the need for safety and security in our relationships, and also the need for change and adventure”. `Esther Perel`

Kate had woken up her latent need for adventure. Had her life become boring? She hadn’t thought so, but now she was starting to see the signs. The more she thought, the more signs she saw of being stuck in a monotonous suburban existence. Her mind made a connection, when Steven/Sissy had said that quote about a hotwife rule, she had thought, ‘where have I heard that term before’. Kate got on her iPad and googled Hotwife. She found far more information she expected. Scrolling through, she opened several links to peruse. On her third link, she found the article. Quickly rereading it, she made a decision.

*********

Cliff woke up to the sun filled living room. His head was splitting and the bright room didn’t help. He got up off the couch, and felt his head spin. He sat a little longer, waited for it to clear then carefully got up. His eyes were still half shut as he made his way into the kitchen and to the fridge. He looked at his choices and grabbed some Gatorade, which he was surprised helped more than he expected. Turning around, he started walking to the bedroom when he heard a cough.

Sitting at the dining room table was Kate, and if he had ever seen an icy stare from her, this one was far below freezing. It took a few seconds for the gears to start grinding, but they did and he sat down next to her.

“I am so sorry for last night! I didn’t know what I was thinking, or rather not thinking. I drank too much and…”

“Stop. Do Not even begin to hide behind the drinking excuse. What’s that saying, ‘a drunk tongue is an honest tongue’?

“No no no no, that’s not what I meant, I was just bragging…”

“I want a divorce.”

Silence.

Cliff looked at her, her icy stare had not changed.

“Baby, no… please we can talk about this, can’t we?”

“Go ahead, convince me…” she dared, eyes staring into his soul.

He looked at her, sighed and hung his head in shame. He took her hand and offered the biggest apology he could think of. She still had the same stare, she was unmoved.

“Tell me what I can do to make this better?” he asked sincerely.

“Really? Is that the path you’re going to take?” her eyes still cold.

“Just tell me, anything” he saw his opportunity.

She looked at him, thinking, thoughts rolling around in her head. Then she nodded, coming to a conclusion.

“Okay, but you are not going to like it.” her arms crossed.

“Anything, seriously!” he almost begged.

She sat looking at him, considering his resolve.

“You are going to call or text Steve, and tell him to come over tonight and get his prize. And you are going to watch as he fucks me.”

A far longer silence.

She had him cold, he knew he was trapped. He had opened his big mouth, and he could see she was truly going to make him pay his pound of flesh. Still, he couldn’t speak. He couldn’t think. He was just staring at her, unable to muster a response.

“Well?”

He hung his head, she knew she had won.

*********

“What time is he coming over?” she asked.

“10:30 pm, that’s the earliest he can sneak out of the house and be sure his wife is dead asleep.”

Kate was shaving her pussy in the shower, the shower door was open as Cliff leaned against the counter. She looked at him, he was predictably staring at her pussy. She didn’t mind, in her wicked mind she knew he wouldn’t get to touch it till after Steve had her.

“Okay, at 9 pm, you will choose the lingerie and hot sexy dress I’m going to wear. I’ll pick the shoes. Since I don’t want to defile our wedding bed, Steve can fuck me on the couch or the kitchen table.”

He didn’t speak, there was no point.

When the hour arrived, Kate saw what Cliff had chosen. She had laid out her favorite pieces of lingerie and dresses for him to choose from. He had picked the black lace bra and panty set, with thigh high fishnet stockings and belt. The dress was a tight slip dress, red and sleek. She selected the appropriate earrings and finishing touches. She did her make up and hair to make sure she was ready for her hot date.

The front door opened and closed. “Hello? I’m here.” They heard Steve’s voice.

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By ChangeYourPassword

Author’s Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this story and the fetishes involved, great. If not, please forget the whole thing.

Read the previous parts of Perfect Wife, first.

Reagan woke up that morning feeling better than she had all week. No longer just resigned to her new body and lifestyle. she’s become accustomed enough to enjoy much of it. She was now feeling confident that her marriage was secure and that she’d be able to function as Karter’s perfect wife.

Even when back at home and at work.

Of course, at the top of the list of good things, was the wonderful orgasms. They almost make everything else worth it.

She had learned to accept and somewhat control her accelerated sex drive. It remained a constant distraction, her body constantly demanding the pleasure of more sex, but she was able to push those urges to the background and focus on whatever else was important to her at the moment. At least for a few hours. But here and now, she didn’t have any reason to hold off for too long.

It was Karter who couldn’t keep up. His own, male sex drive always took several hours to recharge, and with him unable to satisfy her for those periods of time, Reagan had to control herself.

She did love the physical changes made to her body. Her beautiful dreamed-of breasts make her feel pretty and sexy. Her long full, blonde hair is indeed luxurious and beautiful, and she’s gotten used to her new sexy fingernails. They’re no longer so very annoying.

Actually, she sees them as a fun asset, and she put them to good use during that morning’s sex session.

For their mid-morning fuck, she’d tried something new. In stead of encouraging Karter to jump her bones, or shoving him down so she could mount and ride him to yet another enjoyable orgasm, she pushed and pulled him down onto his stomach, and then straddled him to sit on the back of his thighs.

Confused, he complied knowing that eventually, she’d get around to the screwing part.

Laying there, he jumped and groaned when she began running her long nails down his spine. It hurt, tickled and aroused him all at the same time.

She giggled happily at his reaction. “You like? You ordered them.”

He moaned in reply, as she continued to scratch his poor back.

He did try to fight it, but she held him down, and he didn’t really want to throw her off. Her scratches got more painful when he resisted.

She kept it up, both the scratching and the chuckling, until he began begging her to stop.

When his back was covered in obvious but relatively harmless scratch marks, she slid further down so she could work on his ass.

She laughed when his reaction, both his groans and his shuddering, became even more energetic. A couple of times she had to scold him while she grabbed him with her claws to force him to behave.

She finished by giving each of his ass cheeks a vicious spank. “Hush,” she ordered when he screeched. “you’ll attract the neighbors!”

She massaged his sore butt for a moment then ordered him to roll over, lifting herself just enough so he could move.

Reluctantly, but unable to refuse, he rolled over. Groaning anew when he settled on his backside. He did appreciate the view. Her body was beautiful!

After settling on his knees, she leaned down for a moment to kiss the tip of his cock, and encourage him to behave.

He moaned, hoping that she’d do more, but instead she squirmed up onto his thighs and began scratching him again, down his chest, slowly and sensually from his throat all the way down to his groin. At that, his moaning began again, and it soon turned into louder groans.

She chuckled delightedly and again reminded him that the long sexy nails were his idea.

After thoroughly working over his chest and belly, she turned her attention to his very hard cock, and firm, full balls.

This time, as she ran her nails around his groin, he almost thrust her off, but she rode him out, preventing him from getting too exuberant, by grabbing his sex with her sharp daggers.

“Relax, you’ll hurt yourself. I don’t want to be screwed by a bloody cock.” she scolded.

By that point he wanted to be inside her more than anything…

Just watching her beautiful body, torturing him, was driving him insane. More so than the erotic pain of her clawing. Her clear, smooth skin, beautiful breasts and her thick full hair were as gorgeous as he had hoped and dreamed they’d be.

Damn! She was a perfect wife.

And her evil smile was captivating. He’d never seen her look so devilish – like a wicked witch enjoying herself. And it turned him on even more.

Finally, she laughed delightedly, more of a cackle, and began shifting to position her pussy over his tortured dick.

“Are you ready, my üsküdar escort love?” she asked, still chuckling.

“Oh, God, yes!” he moaned.

She laughed as she lowered herself down onto him, slowly, sighing happily at the feel of it.

He whimpered, it felt so good.

They quickly built up an energetic rhythm and it wasn’t long before first she, and then he reached their climaxes. Hers was as fantastic as ever, and his was as good as it gets.

It was quite a while before she decided she was finished. His cock was already quite shrunken by then, but she wanted as much as she could get out of it.

Contentedly, she slithered to lay down on top of him, and the contact stung at the scratches on his chest. But he didn’t mind at all.

They laid, cuddling like that for quite a while before she began whispering in his ear.

“That was fun, wasn’t it?”

“Um…”

“Oh, come on. When you picked these nails for your perfect wife, it wasn’t just because they look good, was it?”

“Well. Yes.”

“You didn’t think about how cumbersome they’d be for me?”

“No.”

“Or how much fun I could have when I applied them to your body?”

“Definitely not.”

She laughed.

“Well, too bad. I had a lot of fun, just now. So, you’d better get used to it.”

+++++++++++++

When they dressed to go out for lunch, he went to pull a-shirt on, but she immediately stopped him.

“What’s with the shirt?”

“Look at all my scratches.”

“I like them. It shows off who’s boss, so, strip that off.”

“Reagan.” he said, protesting with his tone.

“Karter'” she replied. “Am I not your perfect wife?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Then follow your perfect wife’s instructions. If you ever want a return performance, take off that shirt, and show off my handywork.”

He debated with himself for only a moment. He did want a repeat, so with a sigh he pulled off the shirt.

They walked out, hand-in-hand, with her smiling proudly, and him blushing, sheepishly.

As they walked along the paths, they both observed the reactions of the other guests. Almost everyone was visibly amused at the sight.

“See? I bet the beauty parlor will be busier than ever this afternoon.” Reagan said, at one point while giggling delightedly.

Karter didn’t say anything, but he agreed with his lovely wife’s assessment.

++++++++++

On Wednesday, as the end of their vacation approached, she encouraged Karter to spend the afternoon on the golf course. She knew he wanted to, and she didn’t mind…

“I’ll just relax and work on my tan.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Go enjoy yourself. But be ready for sex when you get back.”

He laughed. “That thought will ruin my concentration on my game, but I’ll do my best.”

After he’d left, Reagan laid out, but only lasted an hour in the sun before, feeling burned and bored, she got up, dressed, and walked off to find a quiet place, just looking for a cool drink, and perhaps some company.

She was sitting at a nice little bar, sipping one of those tropical drink concoctions, when two women came walking in, having a good time, talking and laughing. And they both had beautifully huge and firm breasts. Bigger than hers, and very attention getting.

The two of them grabbed stools beside her.

“Wow.” Reagan mumbled; she couldn’t help herself. Their breasts were fantastic. She wasn’t sure why she was so impressed, but she is.

She blushed when the two of them glanced her way. “HI,” they say in unison, understanding her reaction, and loving it.

“Hello. Sorry, but your breasts are magnificent.” Reagan said, shyly.

“Thank you. We like them.

“I’m Martie my best friend here is Nancy.”

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Reagan.”

“Hi Reagan,” Nancy replied. “And before you ask; no, we’re not gay lovers. We’re best friends, married to brothers. All four of us are here for the fun of it.

“The boys are out fishing. So, we’ve been just hanging out.”

Reagan blushed again; the thought had indeed crossed her mind.

After the two of them had received their drinks, the threesome resumed their chat.

The two women proudly showed off their chests, to Reagan, and everyone else in the place.

“We just had these done a few days ago at the clinic.”

“Yes, a perfect use of new technology.”

“They call them nanites.”

“I have them too.” Reagan admitted.

“Oh? Cool. Aren’t they fantastic little things? God, I love technology!” Nancy gushed.

Reagan smiled and nodded. “But if you don’t mind my asking; why so large?

“Sorry, I just had to ask.” Embarrassed.

The pair took turns, like they were actually sisters, themselves. It was a little disconcerting how they completed each other’s sentences.

“No worries. It’s one of our husbands’ favorite sayings – ‘go big or stay home.’

“Well, we didn’t stay home, we came here, and when they offered the no muss, no fuss nanite option, we decided to go big.”

“Really gaziemir escort big.”

“And our men loved it too.”

“Um, so how big are they?” Reagan asked, chuckling. Their happiness was contagious.

They both grinned. “Mine are F-cups. We tried on new bras at the store,” Nancy replied.

“And mine are G’s.” Martie boasted.

“Yah, she just had to go bigger.” Nancy chuckled.

“So, you had yours done?” She then asked.

“With nanites?” Martie added.

“Yes.” Reagan replied. She was pleased with her breasts, but they couldn’t compare with the girl’s monstrous pairs.

“They do look nice.” Martie told her.

“But kind of small.” Nancy said, giggling.

“You could go bigger, and be that much sexier.”

“I bet your man would be happier.”

Reagan finally couldn’t take it anymore; she broke out laughing. “You two are too much. Are you always like this? Like mind-meld twins?”

“Pretty much. The brothers run the family business, and spend all their time together, so we’re either together with them, or just together.” Martie explained.

And instead of taking her turn and adding anything, Nancy pursed her lips and just nodded.

And that made it all even funnier, so Reagan laughed even harder.

The three of them eventually relocated to a table and sat on the water’s edge to visit and chat. The girls explained their decision to go big, in more detail, and feeling a sort of nanite kinship, Reagan screwed up her courage, took a deep breath and dove into an explanation of her Perfect Wife package.

This time she provided the details, openly and completely. Martie and Nancy were just so friendly and fun, she was comfortable telling everything.

And the more she explained, the more fascinated and astounded her little audience became. Reagan’s body changes, her breasts, hair and nails weren’t all that shocking. The pair were actually interested in getting similar enhancements.

The dress restrictions were intriguing, but nothing they wanted to tackle. They could see where they’d be troublesome in real life, at home.

It was the enhanced orgasms, coupled with the sex drive and the restriction that really got them excited.

“So, the little nanite devils give you mind-blowing orgasms?”

“Yes.”

“The best ever?”

Giggling, “yes. All I can handle.”

“Sign me up!”

“Me too.”

Reagan laughed. “Be careful what you wish for.”

Then she got serious. “I’m horny all the time. And I need sex several times a day. Really need it, like a drug addict needing a fix.”

“Like a nymphomaniac?” Nancy asked, more serious, herself.

“Exactly.”

“Is it because it feels so good, or more work from the nanites?” Martie asked.

“I’m not sure. I do love the Mega-O’s, and I’m always ready for more, but the desire for sex is hard to control.”

Both of the girls nodded, soberly. They both loved sex, but could imagine how the constant need might be a terrible distraction.

But then Nancy began giggling, “you called it a ‘Mega-O’? Why not a super-O, or wonder-O?”

“Or an O-my-God?” Martie chimed in.

And they all thought that was hilarious.

It took them several minutes to calm down.

“Actually, I think it’s all kind of cool. Very romantic.” Martie said.

“Really? You think so?” Reagan asked, hesitantly.

“Sure, a wonderful way to save your marriage. If you two are happy, now. It’s working.”

“And you get fantastic sex out of it.”

“Actually, if your orgasms are that good, we ought to look into it.” Nancy said, thoughtfully.

Martie nodded. She also seemed intrigued by the idea.

“Are your orgasms really that great?” Martie asked.

“Fantastic. Mind-blowing.” Reagan said, chuckling.

“Really big-O’s, eh?” Nancy laughed.

“Yup. The best.”

“So, really Mega-O’s?” Martie giggled.

Reagan laughed, “Absolutely.”

“I love it. I’m so jealous. The girl has Mega-O’s”

“I want ’em!” Nancy declared loud enough to draw attention from the people around them.

They all cracked up, laughing.

Nancy laughed so hard that she tipped off her chair and wound up sitting on the deck. Still laughing hysterically. “Mega-O’s”

Of course, that made it worse and the three of them continued laughing so hard they were crying.

“All women deserve, Mega-O’s”

Reagan, still laughing, looked around, and saw a dozen people staring amusedly at the three of them acting like schoolgirls. She didn’t want the whole resort to know she was enjoying Meg-O’s. But she had no control.

They did eventually settle down, Nancy climbed back onto her chair and the curious watchers went back to their own drinks.

“So that’s why you’re kind of overdressed for the resort.”

“Yup. But I have been slowly building a whole new wardrobe.”

“That’s cool.”

“And your husband can’t complain about how much you’re spending on clothes.”

They chatted for another ten minutes, the girls pumping her with sancaktepe escort follow-up questions and Reagan answering honestly, providing even more details.

“I’m not sure if I’d volunteer for those packages.” Nancy mumbled, at one point.

“I know right. The body mods sound fine, and the fantastic orgasms are to be envied, but the dress code seems a lot to ask,” Martie said skeptically.

“Not to mention the uncontrollable sex drive.” Nancy, added, in turn.

Reagan, quieted down for a minute, thinking. But then she smiled. “It’s not all that bad. I’m getting used to it. And my husband sure loves it. All of it.”

“I’m sure he does.”

“And I’m glad for you.”

With that, her two new friends leaned in to give her quick, reassuring kisses. And she really appreciated the affection and support.

“Hey, we were just on our way to the fet resort, to look at their store. Wanna join us? Ever been over there?”

“We heard that the shop over there has a broader selection of lingerie, and sexy clothes in general.”

“The store here doesn’t have all that many bras in our sizes.”

“I’ve never been over there. Although I’ve heard it’s even sexier than this place.”

“Sexier and more bizarre, as well. YU should come and see.”

“Well…” Reagan replied, unsure about visiting the place. She’d heard it was pretty wild.

“Oh, come on. I’m certain they’ll have dresses and skirts that would work for you.”

“Yes, leather and latex, would be perfect for the perfect wife. Your husband will go crazy over you.”

Reagan thought for only a moment. These two were a riot. Fun, friendly and sexy, and she did have an afternoon to kill. Why the hell not?

And she loved the idea of ‘go big or stay home.’ She needed a change of pace from all the sex and some time with someone other than Karter. As much as she loved him, he had set her up for all this, and although she was coming to terms with her new life. A jaunt with these two top-heavy girls would certainly be entertaining

Immediately she confirmed that she’d made a wise decision. It was a hilarious game; observing the reactions of the men they encountered, as they walked over to the main building to catch the shuttle bus over to the other resort.

Every one of the guys reacted pretty much the same way. Fascination, longing, practically drooling, and rapidly hardening cocks, inside their swim suits.

Some of them actually hit on the girls, but were ignored.

And in several cases the women accompanying the awe-struck men, indignantly slapped the shit out of their lovers, either physically or figuratively. Often with angry screaming.

Both Martie and Nancy laughed about the reactions, and Reagan joined in. Free entertainment. Comedy at its finest.

Reagan was enjoying herself immensely. She laughed so much she cried. And when she realized that she was pissing off the jealous women even more, she laughed harder.

It was wonderful. She hadn’t felt this good since – she couldn’t remember when. Since before she and Karter had their talk about their failing marriage.

Riding the shuttle bus, they relaxed, and she recovered.

++++++++++++

At the fet resort her two top-heavy friends didn’t draw as much attention, but there was a mind-blowing collection of other fascinating distractions to keep Reagan occupied and entertained.

The fetish resort was indeed well-stocked with guests involved with the full range of fetishes. Reagan was fascinated by them all, and shocked by quite a few.

Here the women seemed sexier. More of them were naked, or nearly so. Their breasts were on average larger, their waists tinier and their asses bigger, too. Their faces were also sexier, perhaps sluttier, with poutier lips, tinier noses and long eyelashes.

And a larger percentage were pierced and tattooed in numerous and elaborate fashions.

The men were similarly sexier and often decorated like the women. Some of them were also as bizarre as the women, as well.

As the three of them wandered around, most of the couples though, were quite normal. Attractive men and beautiful women vacationing and enjoying themselves, the resort and the beautiful island. They exchanged greetings with some of them, and chatted with a few.

One couple, even proposed an orgy, but it would have been four women and one very happy guy, and that didn’t sound like much fun.

Her friends didn’t hesitate to waylay the bizarre and sexy women who they found fascinating or confusing. Stopping and asking questions about their looks and likes. And in most cases those fetish queens seemed happy to answer their queries, explaining their fetishes, bodies and lifestyles as appropriate.

She just listened in, staying in the background, fascinated and entertained. Martie and Nancy, were just a riot to hang with.

Reagan was intrigued by some of the more exotic women, and men they encountered as they explored the place, and revolted by a few others.

Martie stopped one woman who was more of a Cosplayer, than a sex symbol. She looked like some fantastic woodland creature. Only half human. She was accompanied by a normal, unadorned guy.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but your costume is beautiful. I went to a cosplay convention once and it was a lot of fun. I didn’t expect to see anyone here in costume.”

The woman smiled. “It’s not a costume. It’s all me.”

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Stephen stopped on the sidewalk and looked up at the sun-soaked building ahead of him. The city’s art museum was an old building in an old district. Its weathered, pale stone facade and gothic embellishments didn’t look all that out of place around its neighbors. Small, well-groomed maple trees lined the grassy lawn separating the building from the road, interspersed with statues in both concrete and abstract forms. The air was filled with the sounds of other visitors laughing, talking, and otherwise enjoying the warm spring afternoon. Stephen smiled. This would be the perfect backdrop for his project.

“Are you ready?” the woman next to him asked. Her long dark brown hair was tied up in a simple bun, her deep brown eyes framed by thin spectacles. Her outfit was casual – a knee-length skirt and pale pink shirt – but she still looked stunning.

Stephen, who was dressed in a similarly minimal outfit of a plain t-shirt and dark pants, lifted the old camera hanging from a lanyard about his neck. “The film’s loaded and ready to go. Let’s find a good spot to start taking photos.”

The two began to stroll through the lawn, sometimes stopping to consider a tree or statue but ultimately moving on with no pictures taken. The areas were all either too bright, too dark, or too crowded. Even though he planned to take plenty of pictures that day, Stephen wanted to be sure he got the photo shoot off to a good start with the very first picture. This would be the anniversary of his first time working with Emily and he was determined to make it a shoot to remember. That was part of why he had brought the old camera rather than his usual digital equipment.

As they made their way toward a group of topiary sculptures, Emily cast a sidelong glance at Stephen. “So where did you find that camera again?” she asked. Her voice was low and rich, a fact that often took people by surprise the first time they met her.

“At a thrift shop downtown,” Stephen explained. “They had the price marked down because no one had been showing any interest in buying it.”

“Why is that? Does it not work?”

Stephen stopped his search for a good location to give his partner a frank look. “If it didn’t work, do you think I would have brought it with us today? Of course it works.”

Emily leaned in to examine the camera. “I’ve never seen the model before. What is it?”

“I did some research online after buying it. The company who made it, Zoom-Tek, no longer exists. Apparently, they were an experimental upstart in the seventies with the idea of specializing in some unique zoom lenses or something. I don’t completely understand what they were trying to accomplish, but I guess the fact they aren’t around anymore means they didn’t meet with the success they were hoping to find.”

“Perhaps you should have brought one of your normal cameras along, too. Just in case.”

Stephen waved a hand dismissively. “I have my usual stuff in the car. We can go get it if this camera doesn’t work.” In truth, he hoped the camera would work. He’d taken a few test shots at the apartment and the pictures developed fine. Even still, he had never photographed a human, or an outdoor scene. The aperture could be damaged and he would have no way of knowing until the first picture. Stephen shook his head to clear away the nagging thoughts. Everything would be fine, he told himself. There was nothing wrong with the camera, nothing at all.

Emily tapped Stephen on the shoulder to draw him out of his thoughts. “Look at that fountain,” she said, a gleam of familiar excitement in her eyes. “It’s the perfect place to start our shoot, don’t you think?”

Indeed, it was the perfect place to set up the photo shoot. The fountain’s basin was wide and shallow, the energetic water flowing over a mosaic bottom. A series of marble figures rose from the basin’s center, their chiseled robes flowing like the water that spilled from the urns carried on their shoulders. Topping the sculpture was a single golden eagle, wings spread and talons extended as if caught mid-swoop. Neatly trimmed hedges lined the edge of the little flagstone-paved pavilion and a few street lamps rose tastefully behind the fountain like black iron pillars. Stephen didn’t think he would be able to find a better place to start his photo shoot even if he tried.

“This is the perfect spot,” he said, grinning broadly. tekirdağ escort “Try sitting on the fountain wall and sort of leaning in, Emily.”

The woman moved to the front of the fountain and did as she had been instructed. “Like this?” she asked.

Stephen nodded. “Try leaning toward the water a little more, like you’re watching some fish. Oh, and try undoing your hair. I think wearing it loose would look really good for this shot.”

“Okay, but you’re helping me get it back into a bun afterward,” she said with a chuckle. After flashing a sly glance in Stephen’s direction, she removed the pins holding her hair in place in a quick, decisive movement that sent her lustrous hair tumbling down over her shoulders and partly obscuring her face. Her hair was normally straight, but having it up in a bun had lent it the slightest of waves.

For a moment, Stephen only stood in place and took in the composition. Even without any special adjustments, this shot was going to something special. He would keep taking photos after this one, of course, but even now, before he’d snapped the shot, a fluttery feeling in his heart told him this was going to be the best he would get for a while.

He couldn’t stand and admire his model forever, though. Stephen took a step back until he could feel the prickly branches of the hedge brushing against the back of his legs. He lowered himself into a half-crouch and brought the camera up to his face. Since it was an older model, the view finder was a tiny window in the back rather than a screen like the models he was more accustomed to, but the picture was crystal-clear nonetheless.

“I’m just going to need to zoom a bit,” he muttered under his breath as his thumb went to the zoom button on the camera’s side.

As soon as the button was pressed, something odd happened. Emily seemed to enlarge as normal, but the background stayed unchanged. At first, Stephen thought the camera was broken, although he couldn’t think of how it could possibly be broken in such a strange way. When he lowered the camera away from his eyes to tell her, though, he received the surprise of his life.

A sound of surprise mixed with what sounded like arousal escaped from Emily’s parted lips. “St-Stephen, something weird is going on…”

Emily hadn’t been appearing to grow larger in the viewfinder, she had actually grown larger. Just moments ago, she had been just under five and a half feet tall. Now, though, she was clearly over six feet. Her clothes had apparently not sized with the rest of her – her skirt now reached two or so inches above her knees and the fabric of her shirt was squeezing against her breasts.

“Do you feel alright?” It was a stupid question, he knew, but nothing else came to mind that Stephen might say to comfort her in this situation. “I’ve heard of growth spurts before, but this is pretty… dramatic.”

Emily looked down at her hands as if the answer to what had caused her to grow might be found in the lines on her palms. “I guess so. For a moment, it felt – Actually, never mind. I’m fine.”

“What were you going to say?” Stephen asked.

Emily flashed a shaky smile down at Stephen. She was more than a head taller than him now. “I’m fine, really. Let’s continue with the photo shoot.”

Continuing the photo shoot was no longer forefront in his mind, but Stephen agreed. The show had to go on, so to speak. Letting a little strangeness scare him away wasn’t professional at all. “O-Okay, let’s stick with the original shot. I didn’t get it last time.”

Emily rearranged herself on the edge of the fountain’s basin. Her newly resized body required it be held slightly differently, but after a bit of coaching, she managed to get into a position very similar to her first one. In fact, Stephen thought it might be even better than the first try. “This time for real,” he muttered under his breath as he brought the camera back up to his eye. “No more practice runs.” He took a few steps closer to Emily so as to avoid needing to use the zoom button this time. If it was broken, he would just frame the shot without its use.

There must have been a bird’s nest in the hedge, though, because as soon as Stephen took a step, an angry sparrow darted out and swooped past him. The animal was harmless, of course, but the suddenness tokat escort of its appearance startled him enough to cause his hand to slip and press the broken zoom button once more.

“O-Ohhh…” Emily moaned. This time, Stephen was quick enough to see the change happen. The air around Emily seemed to shimmer slightly as if she had been caught in a sudden wave of heat. In the ethereal embrace, her body appeared to enlarge. There was no creaking of bone or straining of flesh. Rather, Stephen thought the sight looked more like a balloon being blown into than anything else. Her skirt became tighter and shorter on her until it only reached her mid-thigh and was strained as tight as if it was made of elastic. The front of her shirt was hugging against the soft curves of her breasts so tightly it looked like the fabric would tear apart at the slightest touch. Her shoes and socks popped off her feet with a soft tearing sound as they finally gave way.

“E-Emily,” Stephen stammered. He wanted to say more but had no idea where to even start. She had to be at least seven feet tall now. He had already known something weird was going on, but now there was no way he could deny the fact.

To his surprise, Emily seemed more pleased than frightened of her new size. There was concern in the way she looked down at herself, of course, but that’s all it was: Concern. She looked up and met eyes with the photographer and actually gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry too much, Steve. Models are supposed to be tall, right? Now I’ll be taller than any of the rest.”

“Well, yes, but this tall? I don’t even know how this happened.”

Emily pursed her lips in thought for a moment before answering. “What was the same between both times I grew? There has to be a cause for this.”

“I had the camera in my hand each time, but I don’t see how me holding something would make you taller. If anything, I would think that would make me taller.”

“But you were pointing the camera at me. Maybe that has something to do with it?”

“I’ve pointed the camera at plenty of things before. Nothing grew larger during my test runs with this thing.”

“Did you do anything different this time than you did during the test?”

Stephen was about to deny doing anything different at all when he remembered the broken zoom button. He hadn’t thought to test that feature when he had been practicing with the camera earlier. “There was one thing…” he said slowly. For some reason, he was reluctant to tell Emily about the zoom.

Emily leaned in. Her new height made towering over Stephen easy. “Yes? Go on, Steve. I want to get to the bottom of this and can’t if you don’t tell me what’s on your mind.”

Stephen took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. She was right, he told himself. Emily was his friend, and if he couldn’t trust her with something as small as this, what kind of a person was he? “There was one difference. I had never tested the zoom on this camera until today, when I was framing our first shot.”

Emily grabbed Stephen by the wrist and lifted his hands up so she could get a better look at the camera. Apparently, her strength had increased along with her size as the photographer was unable to resist her pull. “What company did you say made this camera again?”

For a moment, Stephen was only able to stare up at the model, blushing slightly. He had always found her beautiful of course. That was a big part of why they took pictures together so often. Now, though, something had changed. The feeling in his heart was different somehow.

Emily tilted her head and arched her eyebrows. “Steve? You okay?”

“Uh, y-yeah. The company was Zoom-Tek.”

“And you didn’t think to check the one feature they chose to name themselves after?”

“I guess it just slipped my mind at the time. Anyway, I don’t think the zoom would be making you bigger. That wouldn’t even be possible… right?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

Stephen looked from Emily to the camera and frowned slightly. He didn’t feel right testing the growing properties of this camera – if any such properties even existed – on her. “I don’t know, Em…”

Emily slapped him lightly on the back and sent him stumbling backward with the force. “Don’t be such a baby, Steve. I’ll be fine. Besides, it doesn’t trabzon escort seem to grow inanimate objects if my clothes are any indication, so it’s not like we could test it on a rock or something.”

“Speaking of your clothes, wouldn’t you rather test this somewhere more private? I don’t know how much more growing your current outfit can handle.”

Emily waved a hand dismissively and reclined against the fountain. “No one’s around. Besides, this is an art museum. There’s statues of ladies in various states of undress all over the place.”

“A statue’s very different from a living person, you know.”

“Look, I’ll test the camera myself if I have to. But you’re the photographer so I thought you’d like to be the one to do it.” Emily’s voice dropped almost seductively as she draped a hand over Stephen’s shoulder and continued her appeal. “Besides, I thought you might like to get a shot of the result, too.”

Stephen closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath. “Alright, I’ll give it one more test run. But that’s it, okay? Pose like before, so we can at least pretend I’m taking a picture.” The instruction was unnecessary as Emily was already settling into a reclining position along the fountain. Her eyes twinkled mischievously and the corners of her mouth lifted in a sly, crooked grin. He wouldn’t have believed it earlier, but his shot kept getting better and better.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked. “Are you going to press the button or not?”

The photographer had to take another breath to steady himself before pressing the zoom button. He couldn’t let her down by backing out now, though. Before he gave the matter too much thought, he slid his thumb forward and over the button. There was the softest of clicks as the zoom was triggered and the now-familiar shimmering started up around Emily.

Before, he had only held in the button for a second at most. This time, though, he kept it down for an agonizing span of several heartbeats. If he was going to test this, he figured, her was going to test it properly. Sure enough, his efforts weren’t in vain. Emily lowered her eyelids and parted her soft lips in a silent moan as her body started to expand before the air had even settled down.

“Wh-Why does this feel so good?” she asked, her voice low with restrained pleasure. The fabric of her shirt, already stretched thin by her enlarged breasts, gave a soft tearing sound as it finally reached the point where it could contain Emily no longer and tore up the middle. All that was covering the soft mounds of her breasts now was a mostly-destroyed black lace bra that had somehow miraculously hung on through the explosive growth. Her skirt, being a less constricting garment, didn’t tear like the shirt did, but it grew so short and tight on her thighs that it hardly served a purpose anymore. By the time Emily finally finished growing, she was over triple Stephen’s height.

“Well, I guess the zoom is what’s making you grow after all,” Stephen said with a nervous laugh. When he looked up to meet Emily’s face, he couldn’t help but get a view straight up her skirt. Her lace panties had stretched nearly to their limit, just barely covering her womanhood now.

Emily smiled down from her new height. “Looks that way.”

“You aren’t worried you’ll be stuck at seventeen feet?”

“Not especially. Your camera can zoom out as well as in, right? I imagine that’s the key to reversing any growth. I might as well enjoy being so much taller than anyone else for a while, don’t you think?”

The sound of two museum-goers talking drifted toward the fountain pavilion on the breeze. Stephen blushed as he realized he and Emily were about to be found. “We should hide,” he muttered, looking around for a place he might possibly be able to hide a woman as tall as Emily now was. Predictably, potential spots were few and far between.

A massive hand suddenly closed around Stephen’s shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Steve. I’m having fun with this new camera of yours and you have a shoot to finish up, don’t you?”

“But…” Stephen let out a sigh of defeat. This was bizarre in the best of lights, but Emily looked like she genuinely meant it when she said she was having fun. It was almost like a long-held desire of hers was being fulfilled. Even ignoring all that, she was right. They did have a shoot to finish. “Okay, let’s take this from the top then. I think our old setup won’t work anymore, so let’s try to find a new pose for you.” Stephen took the camera up one last time and readied himself while Emily tried various poses around the fountain.

It looked like the good feeling about this shoot he’d been having earlier wasn’t that far off, after all.

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My name is Emily, and I am what is regarded as a futanari.

A futanari is a girl with both a vagina and a penis, both functioning as normal genitalia.

Being able to produce so much semen may be counted as a blessing, but it is a bitch to clean up. Because, and the men out there know this, it will stain. Especially my special sauce, it is thicker and more potent than anything I have ever seen. The problem with having orgasms such as mine is that you need something to contain it all, cause if you don’t it will coat and stick to everything. That is why having a shower is the best thing a futanari girl can have, as you can come over and over, and not risk anything getting ruined with thick cum.

Having Emma over constantly was extremely nice, however we never made it to the shower during our countless study fuck sessions. Everywhere we went, would get absolutely soaked by either my white, sticky cum or her juices. After we finish, she attempt to stand and my cum would slosh out, and get all over the carpet floor.

After the summer began, we couldn’t hold ourselves during the time off. She came over almost every day, and constantly had my semen inside of her. Not that I didn’t need the relief, because ever since Dr. Rosswell’s drugs enhanced my cum production my balls will grow too much. Emma has loved this new addition to our playtime, and she gets her way 90% of the time because of it. I always argue that she is addicted, and while Emma doesn’t deny she needs my dickmilk, she says that it is just ‘too good’. Having this power over her makes me feel powerful.

Dr. Rosswell can attest to my semen having addictive qualities. She says it gives her the feeling of being intoxicated, and she adores it. She pays me a pretty penny for what she calls ‘doses’ of my special sauce, which essentially is me ramming her brains out whenever she requires (mostly along with Emma after school).

Technically, it would be considered prostitution, but Dr. Rosswell says that since she collects my bursa escort semen that its fine.

Our friends are intrigued by why we never hang out together anymore. Julia doesn’t really notice because she’s always busy with school or her boyfriend, but Brittany is starting to become suspicious. Whenever we are together, she’s always angry at Emma and blames her for a lot of things. Sometimes I wonder if Emma has told her about our slappy-time, and have even come close to explaining things myself, but Brittany doesn’t want to hear it from me. I can understand it, her and Emma have been friends since they were kids, I get why she is upset. They always share everything, and since I’ve come around, Emma has become more interested in us ‘having fun’ rather than hanging with her bestie.

One night, I was driving home alone. Emma was having a family emergency, and Dr. Rosswell told me that she was going to get an IUD for herself that afternoon. I was looking forward to a relaxed evening of sitting back and watching movies. I walked up to my room and for once, my dick wasn’t acting up. I had watched a few videos on keeping boners down for men, and the techniques seemed to work well. I got my homework done, I actually ate dinner with my mom for once, and went upstairs to watch videos.

I was watching movies when I started to get horny, and suddenly found myself watching porn. My dick hadn’t gotten hard yet, but it had expanded greatly. I’d always wanted to try something I’d seen in porn, so I grabbed a box of old triple X condoms and attempted to put it on. I barely managed to get it on the head, and I laid my cock down between my long legs and began stroking it with my feet. It felt nice, and I spent all my brainpower on not getting hard. My thighs burned, and I realized I had found a new exercise for toning my legs.

The night went by quickly, and soon it was four in the morning. I didn’t have school in the morning, so I had stayed up çanakkale escort late browsing my porn collection and went through all 49 condoms. Each balloon full of cum was at least 8 inches round, and I had broken at least 4 of them with the sheer amount of lady-spunk I injected into them.

Making multiple trips back and forth to the bathroom, I came up with the bright idea that I would pop them in the shower. I laid them down by the door, and took off the clothing I still had on (my knee-length socks and hair tie), and with my sweaty 32D breasts out and dick hard, stepped into the shower. The warm water felt incredible, and I closed my eyes and imagined being rained on. I was so into my vision, that I didn’t notice the dark-skinned figure stepping into the shower with me, absolutely gob-smacked by my size.

I suddenly felt a slim hand caress my shaft. I shot out a glob of pre-cum and my eyes slammed open and witnessed Brittany, who was the only one of the friend group who was as tall as me, grab me and pull me into a kiss. The kiss lasted far too long for my cock, who was throbbing at the sign of imminent sex. She told me that she knew about my cock and its abilities since she saw me in the janitors closet. My face was red, thinking about that day, as she told me that all three of them were there, Emma, Brittany, and Julia. They had all witnessed me explode all over the place. Ever since then, she had been wanting a cock that could do that to her, but she never found one. She was suspicious of Emma and I, and once she saw a drop of my lady-spunk glop out of Emma’s pussy, and was positive that we were fucking.

To her credit we were. And now she was going to find that dick she’d been after.

I lifted her up over my shaft, so that it was resting directly on her pussy, her thick ass-cheeks wrapping around my leaking rod. She wrapped her legs around my schlong and began to rub her feet on my glans passionately. I couldn’t rize escort penetrate her like this, and she knew it. She was teasing me, and it was working. I began to caress her thin womanly body, rubbing and sucking on her large tits with delicacy. As Brittany squealed at the attention, I noticed a warmer sensation on my shaft despite the warm water. She had already orgasmed, and I hadn’t even pushed into her yet!

I could feel my balls getting both larger and heavier, as my cum production began to increase. I was able to lift Brittany up while she was in her weak ‘after-orgasm’ state, and plant her on my rock-hard 14-inch cock. I looked deep into her lust-clouded eyes, and she nodded yes. I let go, letting gravity do all the work. Despite the tightness, my cock reached extremely deep into her, on its first try. One more thrust allowed me to go balls-deep. She moaned super loud, but I was thankful for the somewhat sound-covering water falling from the showerhead.

Brittany had gone cross-eyed, slack-jawed, and limp all at once. The pleasure she must had been in must’ve taken her by surprise, as she had been confident until now. Here was this beautiful, well-developed woman falling in love with my dick, and this made me speed up my fuck-thrusts, causing Brittany to snap back to reality. I quickly enveloped her in a kiss, to keep her from yelling out, and began to talk dirty to her; that I was going to cum deep inside her womb and get her pregnant with my potent sperm. She looked at me and moaned in pleasure and acceptance.

While I was ramming Brittany, she matched my thrusts with bounces causing my penis to approach her womb. I could feel the resistance, and based on Brittany’s wide-eyed expression, I could tell it felt good. I grabbed her fat ass and slammed it down as hard as possible and attempted to break into her cervix. She obviously enjoyed both the pain and pleasure, as she began orgasming, rocking and shaking in time with her heartbeat. I also began orgasming, spurting out thick stream after thick stream of my hot steamy lady-spunk directly into her baby oven. As Brittany fell in my arms, and with the last bit of testosterone I had, I laid her down on the floor, and sat down beside her in the streaming water. Never had I exhausted myself to the point where I collapsed, but maybe it was because of the heat in shower.

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Sunday Morning Fun

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I sat daydreaming looking at my wife dressed in a short skirt and black heels with sheer nude hose. Hanes silk reflections barely there! She always dressed so nice for Thanksgiving. Listening to a relative drone on about his doings I thought back to last Sunday morning.

I had just come back from taking the kids to Sunday school, she was dressed and ironing her clothes for the upcoming work week. She came around the corner in a sexy black skirt and matching heels with Hanes silk reflections Quicksilver hose.

“Aren’t you going to come in and worship my feet while I iron?”

We had talked about that the night before while having sex. Being a foot guy I was on the floor between her feet before she was ready. I was on my stomach kissing her ankle slowly working my way down along her arch. Sticking my nose in between her shoe and foot I could smell the light scent of leather mixed in with her lotion. She spread her feet a bit giving me more room. As she rocked back and forth as she ironed I could feel her feet flex under my lips and tongue. I loved the sensation of her hose against my face. As she finished on pair of pants she stepped away, I took this opportunity to roll onto my back. Another few seconds of grinding my cock against the floor and I was going to cum.

She smiled at me when she turned and saw I was now facing up. Placing a heel on either side of my head I was granted the live up skirt view I loved so much. This appealed to my giantess fetish big time. I now turned my face to her other foot and started to kiss her arch when she gently nudged my face with her foot. Not too hard but enough to get my attention, when I looked up to her she moved slightly to her left stepping away a bit then took her right heel and planted it on my face. The sole of her pump on my forehead and het spike resting between my lips.

“They always say that when ironing or standing for a long time you should try to rest your foot on something to ease any stress on your back. Don’t you agree?”

I knew what to do and my soft moan was all she needed to hear knowing what she was doing to me. I held her heel gently between my teeth as she slid her foot out. Goad I love that sound, you know the sound of a leather pump sliding off a sexy size 6.5 hose covered foot. I let her shoe drop and she planted her foot square on my face, My nose nestled against her sexy high arch and her toes flexing a bit on my eye and my lips busy kissing the underside of her foot. Turning her foot a bit she completely covered my mouth and kırşehir escort I worked my tongue back and forth massaging her sole. I was in fucking heaven and I thought my dick was going to explode.

“Come on we have to go get the kids and go to church. Put my shoe back on!”

I took her shoe and slid it back on but not before I kissed her toes. Once her shoe was on she stepped over me leaving me on the floor in total awe of what she just did to me. This was going to be a long morning!

The short car ride to church was just enough time for me to calm down even though I was treated to a brief tease while driving. Once inside our kids joined us and sat between us. She crossed her leg letting her shoe dangle just a tiny bit. She was doing this intentionally but I wasn’t the only one watching. I could see the guy across the aisle next to her and even the one behind him were taking the time to watch also. I told her about this in the past and she didn’t believe me until she noticed one day at a meeting for work. I watched as she let her heel slip off her foot briefly and noticed that she had their complete attention at this point. I wondered what they were praying for, knowing their wives I could only imagine. Focusing on the reason we were there I made it through church but just barely. I don’t think it’s a sin to think about some of the things that run through my head in church since it’s my wife but if it is I am in deep shit!

Once we got home and got the kids settled it was time to lock the bedroom door. This is a regular occurrence on Sunday, always has been and I love it. I took my clothes off and she stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but her heels and hose. Fuck I love this look on her! She walked up to me and placed her hands on my shoulders gently nudging me down to my knees. I knew what she wanted and was going to give it to her. Kneeling I took her left nipple in my mouth and started to suck on it softly at first and slowly increasing the pressure. She loves this, makes her so wet! This was something that developed in the last few years and when she finally told me about it I make sure to do it for her. Sometimes I ignore them until she tells me “Suck my Nipples” those little words just jack me up. She doesn’t like it too hard though I have gotten carried away and bit her a few times, not good results for that.

I Love kneeling before her doing this, I slide my hands up and down her hose covered legs feeling her ass down to her hard calves. I slide my cock between them and she traps it between her calves holding my there as I slowly start to malatya escort fuck her hose covered legs. I have to be careful as I don’t want to cum too soon. She steps back a bit and I change nipples slowly kissing my way around her areola lightly flicking her hard nipple. She slides her leg into me lifting her shoe and pressing under my balls. I can feel the top of her silky foot starting to slide back and forth slowly. I am starting to leak pre cum uncontrollably and she loves this knowing she is causing it by teasing me. She slides her foot up pressing my cock into me and takes the toe of her shoe up the underside of my cock milking me a bit. I am rubbing her sweet pussy through her hose now sucking harder on her nipple. I can feel her heat and her hose getting damp. She knows what’s coming next and takes me by my hair and pushes me further down.

Spreading her legs I slide down putting my arms behind me and placing my face in her pussy as she straddles my face I slide my tongue out along her gusset. When I reach her bud I do my best to press into her and suck through her hose. I can feel her thighs against the side of my head as she starts to press down onto my face a bit. I meet her pressure pushing back up. Then she did something new, dropping her weight down on me I was pinned to the floor as she sat on my face. I liked it new things are good. I thrust my tongue even harder into her as she slowly rocked back and forth on my face. The gusset of her hose was getting wetter with my saliva and her nectar mixing together. Without any warning she stood up and when I tried to follow a spike heel was placed on my chest holding me down. Holy fuck she knows I love shit like this.

As I lay there she took her heel and used my shoulder to take her shoe off sliding her foot down my chest my senses were exploding at the sensation. Placing her foot on my cock she started to step on me. Faster and harder her heel was hitting my balls. My god she was jacking me off with her foot hard and I was enjoying the pain. The two senses of pleasure and pain were like fire and ice and she knew it was rocking me. Harder she pressed and I was lifting my hips to meet her steps. I could feel my cock leaking and wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last. I am sure she could tell by my facial expressions as she slowed to a stop. Putting her full weight on my cock she brought her other foot up alongside my hip. Then taking her foot shoe slowly pressed her toes into my balls. Soft sounds were involuntarily leaving my mouth I don’t think I could speak if my life depended on it

Using her niğde escort big toe she slowly dragged it up over my balls and along my shaft. She was milking my cock and it was working. As she got further up she was placing her whole foot on me until the tips of her toes were resting on the head of my cock. Her delicate soft sole resting on my cock I tried to move but she just shook her head no and I didn’t move. Slowly now she took her toes and slide them over my cockhead covering them in pre cum. Oh my God the feeling of a hosed foot covered in pre cum on my cock is another slice of heaven. With my eyes shut I felt her toes forcing their way into my mouth and I didn’t hesitate to do what she wanted.

“Get on the bed” Was all she said to me. I was there in a flash watching her slide her hose off. I admit I was briefly disappointed. She climbed up onto me,” Please let me lick your pussy.”

She didn’t say a word as my cock easily slid into her and she started to fuck my brains out rocking back and forth making sure she was hitting all her right spots. I was doing my levelheaded best not to cum, I wanted her to enjoy every second. I brought my head up and started to suck her nipple again as she was fucking me. Not the best porno move but it worked, She was about to explode. Laying back down I didn’t know it until she did it but she had her hose in her hand and placed it on my face holding me down. I could feel her pressing and squeezing my face harder as her orgasm built and when she came that was it I was done. I exploded into her and the sensation was great as it felt like every drop of blood left my head. Normally when she feels me cum inside her she cums also but this time she went first and I think the feeling was intensified for her because she was pressing her hose into my face like mad. When she was done she lay on top of me and we were both spent. I don’t think we were at it very long but it was intense. We lay there for a bit both regaining the power of speech.

“Good baby”

I couldn’t answer so she knew that she just destroyed me. I could feel our juices leaking out and down my balls a bit.

“MMMM you made a mess”

As she said this she slowly lifted off me and slid up a bit. On all fours we both knew what was happening and l lifted my head to watch out mix slowly leak onto my stomach. After a few seconds she took her hose and used them to keep the rest form coming out as she climbed off the bed and into the bathroom. A few minutes later she came out and I had not moved, she was standing near the bed I slid back just a bit until my head was off the side and upside down I started to lick her pussy lips. She stayed for a few seconds with a soft moan.

“Later baby, I promise you can like me as much as you want but we have things to do.”

I gathered my strength and headed into the shower it was already a great day!

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The Fetish Files

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In recent months I’ve had the pleasure of a reunion of sorts with Elaine, the Danish lass who I wrote about in chapter 12 or so of my confessions. Now I’ve not climbed in between the sheets with her, it was more a case of us collectively running thru the weird and wonderful things that turn us on, or off as the case may be.

Now I won’t get too carried away here, it’s intended more as an exercise to share the acts that we crave in order to achieve that endorphin rush.

Let’s first of all cover a very basic aspect of my sexuality. I love older women, always have done. In hindsight it’s quite obvious that a good number of the women I’ve indulged with would nowadays be defined as cougars, yet to me it was just a natural drive. The second aspect I’ve always rather enjoyed in a woman is boldness, or decisive action. By nature I’m much the same, so given an opportunity to indulge I’ve rarely passed up the chance…yeah ok, call me a man whore if you wish.

Looking back at my training with Maggie, in chapter 2, one of the elements I didn’t elaborate on at the time was her love of having a pussy full of spunk.

I’m not analysing anything here, just sharing how as we got more and more into playing with each other, the one thing she got off on big time, was going out with a freshly delivered load of spunk in her juicy cunt. Now on the outside she could play the prim and proper office lady, yet take her to lunch with a load of cum soaking out of her bare pussy under a skirt, that load slowly coating her thighs and soaking into her stocking tops…all the while having a scent of sex emanating from her pores…the grin on her face was just a picture of pure lust.

Take this to the next level, we attended several functions where she walked around in this manner, stockings and suspenders with a skirt an inch or two above the knee, lovely snug top showing her medium sized breasts in a delightfully restrained manner…all the while my spunk oozing from her naked snatch.

Imagine later on in the evening her delight when one of the guys felt her up, and found a naked cunt with man cream already oozing from it. This one event…just made her grin for months!

And funnily enough, in sharing this with Elaine recently, she just grinned and let on that she went thru a phase where she just loved sucking a load from a hard cock for the taste and texture of hot spunk. Now Elaine sucked me dry on quite a few occasions, and she got the thrill Maggie would get from her kick so to speak, yet her own preference was to be fresh and clean.

So it seemed a little odd that Elaine then shared she went thru a stage of enjoying golden showers, which leads me to taking another lady from my past to mind, and sharing that unusual element.

Take Judy from chapter 6. She was a little shy at first, if quite forward about her desire for cock, but getting her to fully open up about what she’s really wanting took a little while. Golden showers is where this took us eventually.

Now I’m of the opinion, right or wrong, that if a guy creates an atmosphere of not judging a lady for expressing her weird and wonderful desires…it can unleash her inner slut. I firmly believe that most women can take on a wanton slutty demeanour, without alcohol, in the right atmosphere.

So our experimenting with golden showers was one of those aspects she’d dabbled in a little in her younger years, without much success, and I could tell by the very careful way in which she laid the topic on the table she was worried it would turn me off. Far from it! To some it may seem depraved, but Judy wanted to be pissed on, that warm stream with its unique scent hitting her body just took her to another level.

It was hard for her to reciprocate when I asked her to piss all over me in return, but once again, she saw the responses and that changed her outlook. Her backyard was large and private, so we could freely frolic naked. Seeing we worked together, the simple act of her guzzling a couple of bottles of water just before finish time was that subtle signal. I got her to the point of pissing in my mouth, which in turn led to her feeling at ease when I’d make her squirt rize escort using my fingers and tongue…then after a brief pause just carry on licking and fingering.

She admitted that encouraging her to piss in my mouth was a barrier breaking moment for her. No need to share that the post shower sex sessions were always fantastic?!

Sex in places where one can be caught at it was one of the things that Lois, chapter 15 or 16, was very much in to. She was one of the older of the ladies I dallied with, and she came across at times as holding on to the last of her femme fatale years, at least in the urgency with which she’d set up and pursue opportunities to be pleasured in semi public places.

At the place where we worked together, one such obvious location was a strong room where the more valuable items were kept in the warehouse. Only a handful of people had keys to this room, and combined with Lois’ penchant for being fingered it offered the prime opportunity. So on several occasions I was down on my knees, with a clipboard alongside me just in case, while licking and fingering Lois while her skirt was partly lifted. Once the door was unlocked, I’d swiftly pull my head away, but then keep two fingers wriggling in her dripping cunt until we could see who was coming in and what we needed to do.

The kicker in this was in the break room later on, I’d see Lois and the simple act of sniffing my fingers or licking them subtly was enough to make her swoon a little. To her my penchant for eating pussy was a little odd, as if she couldn’t get her head around the fact that me getting her off got me going big time as well.

Going to the movies a few times with Lois was an adventure as well, for I’d invariably have licked, fingered and fucked her senseless for an hour or two beforehand, so the slightest flicker of her clit with my naughty fingers would set her on the path to orgasm…which she’d muffle as much as she could. Then licking my fingers would just make her roll her eyes and at times she’d be off again.

Conversely, once I’d introduced Lois to CBT she got into the lovely thumb and forefinger grip on my nut sac, then twist and watch me squirm while my dick would twitch wildly. The ability to tease, torment and please each other was short lived yet immensely enjoyable.

The goddess of sex I talked about in chapter 26 was a rather special mature lady. Jeanette had similarities to Lois, in the sense of wanting to grasp her last few years of head turning abilities into physical fucking fun. The funny thing here is that Jeanette, to this day, has legs that make my balls hang low…and she’s in her late fifties now.

How do I know? Well, she’s got her sixtieth birthday coming up, and sought me out as the entertainment for a dirty weekend (on the sly of course, since we’re both married) after the official birthday party. Mmmm, tempting but not a good idea.

Anyway, when we played together some years back, I was convinced she was the perfect specimen to experiment with. I told her I’d take her to the point I’d make her cum just by tweaking a nipple.

Now you may have read about some of the stuff we did together, some vanilla, some not so vanilla, so this challenge actually appealed to Jeanette. Her nipples were quite large, in the sense they’d protrude like pencil erasers at the slightest sense of her arousal. Luckily she wasn’t shy at all about her rock hard nipples poking thru whatever she was wearing at the time.

The lead-up to this making her cum by tweaking her nipples was fun though, bit by bit I’d tell her my intentions. Her collection of toys was extensive, with one of her favourites being a vibrating egg she could stuff in her always ready and wet pussy whenever she’d get home alone, and just wanted to simmer along slowly. I bought a bra for her, a lovely lace number that was the perfect fit. I got her to put it on and then proceeded to cut nipple holes in this delightfully flimsy garment.

Her breasts weren’t that big anyway, 34B if I recall correctly, but it just made her nipples just so lovely in the way they’d now poke thru. A light summer dress we picked up on a shopping expedition, sakarya escort and her collection of heels was extensive enough to make a selection from. Once I’d made it clear to her that my intention was to lick suck and fuck her senseless all morning, have her wear a pair of high heels, the modified bra and her lovely summer dress…and that I’d be making her cum in the café of my choosing for a late lunch, she got into this idea with much gusto!

By the time we’d gone thru a marathon session in the morning, showered and gotten into it some more, my anticipation was building to having this lovely tall slender lady quietly stifling an orgasm as I’d gently roll one of her nipples in a semi public place. It went off rather well, her looking into my eyes, her lips slightly parted as her eyes then rolled back a bit as she then closed her mouth as her body couldn’t resist any longer. Yes we were spotted, but got merely a sly grin from an older lady who’d been carefully observing our interactions.

After we got out of the café, Jeanette was stunned at how much she’d gushed, how exciting it had been for her, and how she’d not believed this act could be carried out in a public setting, even though we’d done this in bed a few times already.

One of the more open women I’ve had quite a few encounters with over the years was Suzie, the lass I encountered whilst trucking to Gisborne. Can’t remember what chapter, but she’d pop up from time to time during the nineties and we always had lusty fun.

Her thing was touching my crotch, often and firmly, especially in public where other women might be able to see, never too overt. In a shop, she’d be fondling the merchandise on the shelf with one hand and her other would invariably run along my stiffening cock. I’m not shy, yet her ability to fondle my enthusiastic cock and keep it at least partly erect during shopping outings was a little more extrovert than I really enjoy.

Still, seeing her nipples go hard as she’d feel my dick twitch, in a jewellers’ store admiring the display…wickedly delicious all the same. This playful part of her also enjoyed placing a foot firmly in my crotch under the table during dinner, thus keeping me at attention, and it’s this part she enjoyed so much, feeling my stiffness and warmth in response to her playing.

A very simple fantasy was shared by Christina (chapter 7) and it was all about “picking her up” whilst she was out with a group of girls, taking her outside, eating her out to orgasm and then the two of us resuming the party with the girls. All whilst wearing a “I have just been licked” grin.

We did this several times actually, but the first time was delicious in a unique way, since over a few drinks she partly shared the story with a few of the girls about the banana I ate out of her hot cunt the first night we frolicked at her place. Admiring glances from some girls, and it also set the scene for some “can I share him” questions, which I’ve found mighty weird throughout the years.

Another tale about cum and what some women want to do with it, from Tina in chapter 27 or 28 I think. She was a little chubby lass, and had some mild self esteem issues at first. The thing she shared after a good spell of playtime was how she loved having a load of spunk in her high heels, her toes drenched in sticky smelly drying pearls of man juice is how she put it.

Her job as a merchandiser would see her working in public places regularly, and once she told me how hot it made her to have her toes wriggling in spunk when she was out in public…well, I just couldn’t help but oblige that strange desire.

Well ok, I shouldn’t call it strange, but at the time it seemed a little odd. But once again, create that environment where a woman feels at ease and the fantasies and fetishes come out. She’d collect her husbands’ spunk and mine in a jar, milking me dry into the jar several times in the lead-up to one of her public display days, then when I’d sneakily go by to see her on one of those days…again, the grin would give her naughty side away. Needless to say it would ruin a pair of heels, but she didn’t care, she’d be samsun escort dripping wet by days’ end and would need thorough fucking to alleviate her all day self inflicted foreplay.

So I’ve shared quite a few aspects that my lovers have enjoyed, now let me lay a couple of my own on the table. My driving force is pleasure, and for me it’s derived from eating pussy, but I love it when a woman can torture my balls quite firmly prior to letting me eat her out.

With the right woman, one who loves CBT as a means of foreplay, this will invariably mean she’ll be dripping wet and ready to go once her desire to torment me gives way to her need for her pussy to cum. Again with the right woman, fucking her thru a string of orgasms before I let my load go deep in her pussy, then without delay eat that fresh cream pie out of her.

This in turn leads to another set of orgasms on her part, which leads to my cock wanting to be enveloped in her pussy some more. This cycle of lick fuck lick fuck lick can go on for hours I’ve found, to the point where the length of time my cock has been bathed in hot pussy juice makes it feel thoroughly moisturised and baby bottom smooth. This sensation can last a day or two, and it serves as a lusty reminder to myself whenever I take a piss…at the fun I had not so long ago!

And yes I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with two women in my playtime days who possessed the exact qualities I waxed lyrical about just above. Those were some years…

Yet another thing that has developed in me is my liking of hairy pussy. Let’s talk briefly about Anne-Marie (chapter 16) as well as Judy (chapter 6) who were two examples of horny as hell women with a lovely bushy pussy. Heck, both of them talked about their pussy as their cunt, so let me be blunt as they were. Judy was around 40 or so when I first fucked her, whereas Anne-Marie was at least 65 when I plunged my late twenties cock into her juicy box.

Judy was a little shy at first, whereas Anne-Marie had a very decisive “let me get this hard prong into me” type of demeanour about her right from the first time she got her fingers wrapped around my lovely fat cock. No wonder I love older women, for between Rose and Anne-Marie that was one hell of a summer!

The shameless way in which Anne-Marie would call me up, just say: “Come service me!” and then be literally ready at the front door, her furry snatch with beads of juice on the hairs around her hungry opening…very demanding and yet also never failing to make me rock hard instantly! Ok, this was a pure lust scenario from both sides, with Anne-Marie openly telling me on numerous occasions that she loves my hard fuck stick ramming her hungry cunt morning noon and night.

What’s wrong with a mature lady who just goes after what she wants? She was getting exactly what she wanted in a somewhat discreet and easily accessible manner, and hell, so was I after all!! On some level it’s immoral, yet the times I’d frantically fucked and pumped Anne-Marie in her hallway in the late afternoon, emptying my first load in her hungry snatch, then frolic at a more relaxed pace on her bed, only to end up on the back deck with me eating her furry snatch out and driving her wild as I’d suckle our combined juices from her…yum!

Thinking back, it’s easy to see how a completely bare shaved or waxed pussy never really appealed to me, at least leave some fur for my nose to run in while my tongue is diving between your folds…combine that bit of fur with a bossy mature lass and my cock is ready in an instant.

In looking back it’s fair to say I’ve had my share of fun, mostly down to just going with the flow of the moment and hardly letting an opportunity slip by. Never one to go for overly exhibitionist type of fun, more indulging in that one on one intensity that can only really be had between two lovers who feel comfortable and safe in the moment. The weirdest aspect of all this is the fact that the hottest lovers have often been those who at first glance look a little plain, or at least not dressed with the desperate “look at me” thing going on.

On a daily basis I take quiet delight in my past experiences, not that I keep in touch with many of the ladies I’ve played with, yet at times I run into an old lover and depending on the circumstances we either chat and catch up…or more often than not we’re both in the presence of our current spouses and just grin quietly.

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“Ms. Marion, Mr. Johnson is here to see you about the job opening.” My assistant poked her head in my office door, the nice-looking young man behind her.

“Good. Bring him in, please.” I stood to greet him as she escorted him into my spacious office. “Have a seat.” I pointed to the chair in front of my desk.

He sat down, sitting nervously on the edge of the chair. I nodded at my assistant, who took the cue to leave the room, closing the door behind her.

I smiled at Mr. Johnson warmly, which seemed to relax him. Slightly. He smiled back at me, his nerves still evident in his smile and steel-grey eyes. His strong jawline added the masculine look to his cute, youthful face. His long, blonde hair was just begging to be tousled. He was sharply dressed in a pinstriped, charcoal gray suit, crisp white dress shirt, and bright red tie. I chuckled to myself that it might have been the first quality suit in his wardrobe. He really was quite cute.

“Please, take off your coat and tie,” I instructed. “Relax.”

“If you don’t mind,” he answered politely. He stood and took off his coat and hung it carefully over the back of the chair next to the one he had been sitting in. He was just as careful with his silk tie.

I sat at the edge of my large, executive chair, leaning forward with my arms crossed on my desk. “That’s a really nice shirt. But, you really don’t need that, either.”

He was still smiling but his eyes conveyed his confusion. Nevertheless, he quickly unbuttoning his shirt and peeled it off. He never took his eyes away from mine.

Beneath his neatly pressed dress shirt was a simple white tee that clung tightly to his upper body. His biceps filled the sleeves. The white cotton hugged his chest, revealing the outlines of well-defined pecs, with his man-nipples pressing against the cotton fabric.

Not sure what to do next, he just stood in place, looking at me awaiting further instructions.

After an intentionally long pause, I finally spoke. “That is a very nice suit you were wearing. But, at this point, I don’t see any need for your pants.”

“You, um, you want me to, um, take them off?” His hand rested on his belt buckle, waiting to make sure he understood me.

“Yes. I do. I want you to take off your pants.” I was looking just below his belt buckle at the bump that was beginning to grow.

“Alright. If that’s what you want.” He had his belt undone before it dawned on him he needed to remove his shoes before he could remove his pants. With an embarrassed smile and chuckle, he sat down and quickly untied his wingtips and slipped them off.

The impediment of the shoes out of the way, he stood again. Watching me closely to make sure I wasn’t kidding or hadn’t changed my mind, he unsnapped and unzipped his pants. Holding them by the waist, he paused and looked at me, giving me one last opportunity to say, “Just kidding” or “What the hell are you doing?” I said nothing. I smiled at him and nodded towards his pants. My eyes left his and stared directly at the top of his pants. I felt my tongue involuntarily part my lips quickly.

He took a deep breath and opened his pants the rest of the way and slid them down his legs. He gracefully stepped out and then laid them very gently on the chair where his suit coat was. He sure treated that suit like it was his first expensive suit.

That left him standing there in his tight white T-shirt, tight white bikini briefs, and black socks. “The socks. They need to go.” I hate socks on a naked or nearly naked man.

“Ha, yeah, kinda silly. aren’t kuşadası escort they?” he chuckled, realizing he should have known to take them off. He quickly had them off.

Now he was standing awkwardly in front of me in just his t-shirt and underwear. He held his hand in front of himself, attempting to hide his prominent bulge. Looking into his eyes, I simply waved my hand. He nodded and moved his hands, putting them behind his back.

I very intentionally and conspicuously looked away from his eyes down to his package. I do love a man who wears small, tight briefs. The skimpier the better. I know–boxers have their advantages. Some men do find them more comfortable. I don’t care. I like the look of a snug pair of undies barely containing a man’s package in front while barely covering his ass in back. Mr. Johnson didn’t know that about me. So, he guessed well when he selected his underwear that day. But if he had only thought to wear a thong….

The front of his briefs was at capacity. They hugged his unit tight against his pubic area. The outline of his dick was very plain to see as it strained against the fabric. He was packing.

“Turn around,” I commanded without moving my gaze. “Half turn.” He complied. His bikini briefs covered roughly half his backside. I appreciated that. I could tell even from behind my desk his ass was firm. It had a perfect, round shape with a nice curve to grab and a dimple in each cheek. There didn’t appear to be any excess flab at all.

Having seen what I needed to see, I didn’t let him dawdle. “Okay, turn back around.” He did so quickly. His facial expression had moved from confusion and surprise to uncertainty with what appeared to be anticipation. “I think you know what’s next.” I stared into his eyes, resisting the very strong temptation to check his briefs again. He nodded. “Good,” I said as he grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.

His bare chest showed he treated his body well. Well-sculpted pecs led down to a flat stomach. He obviously did all his exercise inside, as there wasn’t the slightest hint of a tan. There was no hair on his chest, except for a few cute wisps around each of his pink, perky nipples. And then there was the thin patch of light hair that started around his navel and moved down his belly, getting ever so slightly thicker as it reached the top of the waistband of his briefs. I swallowed deeply as I looked at the tuft of thick, curly, blonde hair that peered out from the waistband. That waistband was no longer tight against his waist because of what was growing inside his briefs.

I looked up at his face from the top of my eyes. He had paused and was looking at me, a hand on each hip, holding the top of his briefs. I nodded ever so slightly and returned my gaze to the last article of clothing on his body. I felt my tongue involuntarily lick my lips again. He peeled his shorts down, causing his member to spring free. He bent down slightly to slide his briefs down his muscular thighs, before letting them drop once they were at his knees. Carefully, he stepped out of them and then stood straight again. He stood tall and proud, his shoulders back and chest out. Any embarrassment or uncertainty was gone.

His dick was not fully erect, but it was on its way. It stood out exactly perpendicular to his body, pointing directly at me. “Mm,” I said much louder than I wanted. He was circumcised, so his pink helmet stood out proudly. Since it was pointing at me instead of straight up, I couldn’t tell exactly how big he was, kocaeli escort but there was no doubt that he was long. Long and straight.

Without looking up to his eyes, I directed him, “Make it hard. Completely hard.” He immediately grabbed his shaft with his right hand and started tugging. “Mm,” I moaned again, again louder than I wanted. He held it with his fingertips, his thumb on top and other four fingers underneath. He was stiff enough it didn’t move much with his tugs, but the head did whip around as he moved his hand up and down quickly.

In no time, he looked to be completely hard. “Okay, stop. Let me see it.” He dropped his hands to his sides. His dick was fully erect, pointing directly at the ceiling. And it was glorious. He was long, longer than I imagined when I first glanced at the bulge in his pants when he entered my office. The tip nearly reached his navel. His shaft was thick with just the right amount of texture. No bulging veins, but not boringly smooth either. The cap had gotten a much brighter shade of pink, almost red, and was flared out with the slit starting to open.

I finally looked into his eyes. “Now, finish the job. Make yourself cum.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grabbed his cock fully in his hand and started pumping, hard and fast.

“Mm.” I didn’t care how loud I was. I sucked a corner of my lower lip into my mouth, my teeth squeezing it hard. Unbuttoning the top three buttons of my silk blouse, I put my hand inside. My fingers slipped under my flimsy bra and grabbed my boob. I squeezed my pert nipple between my ring and middle fingers. Even before that, I am sure my blouse had two very prominent knobs visible to Mr. Johnson.

His face was getting red and his breathing was more labored. And I was getting hotter by the second. Underneath my desk, I pulled up the side of my skirt and ran my fingers along the inside of my thigh. It was hot and sweaty. I pressed my fingers into my cotton panties along my slit. It was very hot and wet. That morning, I made the very wise decision to wear cotton panties. My clit was begging to be stroked. Pushing aside the strip of my panties covering my goodies, I buried my fingers inside my lady lips. I immediately found my clit and started rubbing it. “Oh, God,” I groaned quietly.

The head of Mr. Johnson’s cock was even more engorged and was turning purple. I leaned back in my chair, my legs parted to allow my fingers room to operate. I continued to pleasure myself as I watched him pleasure himself.

Then it hit me. My body tensed as the waves of euphoria raced from my clit to my toes, to my eyelids, to my fingertips, to every molecule of my body. I squeezed my thighs together, trapping my hand in my crotch.

I tried my damnedest to keep my eyes open as I wanted to watch him and not miss his climax. As my eyes fluttered from my orgasm, he said, “I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?”

“On your belly,” I managed. “Sit down and cum on your belly.”

He quickly found his chair and plopped down. As soon as he leaned back, he growled, “Oh, fuck,” and the first gob ejected from his cock. A long stream of white cum shot up his body, landing on his chest between his muscular pecs. Then another shot. And another shot. And another shot. He creamed his belly with as much cum as I believe I have ever seen. And I have seen a lot of cumshots.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled, his eyes glazed and his breathing unsteady.

I stood and took a deep breath, straightening my skirt as I stood. He watched me closely as I walked from behind my desk to stand konya escort right next to him. Standing next to him only a few inches away, I looked him over from head to toe in all his naked glory. His dick was lying in his bush, no longer stiff but still just as long and just as thick as it had been.

I bent down and, after giving him a lustful grin, ran my fingers–the fingers that were still covered with my sticky goo–through the clump of his sticky goo accumulated in his hairy pubis. He was looking down my blouse. As it was still unbuttoned, I am sure he got a good view of my cleavage. But now his eyes followed my fingers that now carried a substantial load of his cum as I raised them to my mouth. Locking my eyes on his, I put my fingers into my mouth and sucked.

“Mm, mm,” I moaned. “I love the taste of semen.”

“Oh, God,” he gasped. He watched my fingers as I slowly and seductively licked them clean and returned them to his pubic area. I traced my fingers through the sticky goo clinging to his blonde curlies, collecting it on my fingertips. My fingers moved exceedingly close to the tip of his penis but never actually touching it. I returned my fingers, full of his liquid treasure, to my lips. I stuck out my tongue and licked my fingers, pulling his seed into my mouth. “Holy fuck,” he sighed.

I stood up straight and reached over to the box of tissues on the corner of my desk. After pulling several tissues from the box, I handed them to him. “You can use these to clean the rest.” After he took them, I added, “You sure expelled a lot.”

“My ex-girlfriend told me I cum a lot,” he said, trying to both concentrate on cleaning up his excretion and watch me walk towards my office door. I imagined him exploding in my mouth and me trying to take it all. That thought made my clit ache.

Opening the door slightly, I called for my assistant. “Mr. Johnson is ready to go now,” I announced.

Mr. Johnson quickly stood up and started scrambling, trying to simultaneously cover himself, collect his clothes, and find a place to throw away his soggy tissues, all before my assistant came in the room.

He succeeded at none of it. She was at my doorway and entered my office almost instantly. “Carolyn will show you where you can more fully clean yourself and get properly dressed.”

“Um, okay,” he said hesitantly as he tried to cover at least his privates first with some clothes and then with just his hands. He eventually gave up as nothing was working and his man-things were on show for Carolyn to see.

“Here, let me help you.” Carolyn gave him a sympathetic smile as she squatted down to pick up his shoes and underwear. While collecting his clothing on the floor, her face was very close to his droopy but still thick cock. She gave it a quick look, then looked up at him and smiled. “Very nice.”

He blushed. “Thank you,” he mumbled as he took his shoes and his tiny undies from her. He grabbed the rest of his clothes off the chair. He very carefully picked up the tie and suit coat, carefully hanging them over an arm.

“Thank you for stopping in.” I was leading them to my office door. “We’ll be in touch.”

“Um, my pleasure, um, thank you,” he was struggling to free an arm to offer a hand to shake. I simply held the door for him, signaling a handshake was not necessary. Or expected. Or desired for that matter. “When can I expect to hear from you?”

“We’ll be in touch,” I repeated. He was at the door with Carolyn right behind him. She nodded to move him on out the door and then watched his naked ass leave my office into her office. She smiled and winked at me before following him out.

I took one final look at his very tight, sexy ass before closing the door. “He has potential,” I thought to myself as I returned to my desk to resume work on my spreadsheets.

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Living right by the ocean has it’s rewards. I guess some would say I am one of the lucky ones, because very few people can live like I do.

My Dad was smart enough to invest in some property at the coast, many times as my two sisters and I were growing up he would take us all down there. We would camp out on the beach, play in the cool water, search the sands for treasures offered up by the sea.

I especially liked the days following storms, the walk along the half mile of sand we owned could result in finding just about anything.

By the time I was in my 30’s, the government passed some laws and we no longer owned the sand, anybody who wanted could come down and enjoy it. Dad had never said otherwise, anyway, so it didn’t matter. Besides, the place was remote enough few used it, preferring the busier resort areas several miles up the coast.

But he also understood about government, so he built the house up on the bank before they could pass any laws forbidding that. He set it far enough back that it was hard to see from the beach.

“Views go both ways, son.” He told me.

Now in my sixties, I appreciated my Dad’s wisdom. I inherited the house, giving up the stock funds and savings and the house in the city to my sisters to fight over. It was quite a bit, my Dad was a saver all his life.

In dollars, my sisters ended up way ahead of me. I always thought that even at that, I got the best of the deal.

I sold my own home in town, no need to keep it with my Martha gone. We had almost 40 good years. There were no children, we weren’t blessed in that fashion, but we were as close as two people can be.

That one morning I woke up, Martha didn’t. It was just like that, blessed again with no illness. It was like someone turned off a switch and I was all alone.

I moved to the house at the beach. The bills were few there. Enough acreage to supply firewood, a spring ran out of the cliff behind into a tank, there was a small garden that produced food well. A surprise since it was so close to the sea, but it was protected by the point on the North side from the harshest of winds. A few tons of compost really helped, too.

So I did my walks, beachcombing. I tended my garden. Once or twice a month I made the trip into town for odds and ends, my stipend from the government always managed to stretch enough to cover my small needs.

One day I walked down the path to the beach, crossed the soft dry sand to where it was still damp and firm. The storm just a few days earlier had rattled the windows of my little house, so I took my metal detector along.

I spotted karaman escort a young woman down the beach, it was quite a distance. She was ambling along, picking up odds and ends. She was carrying a small satchel. Then she took out what looked like a piece of canvas, lay it on the sand and sat down.

I smiled, it was a bit rare to see anyone at all on my walks, even though the beach was now free access to anyone who cared to use it.

I just busied myself with the screen on my detector, moving along finding a bottle cap or poptop, or a rare coin. I always placed everything I found in my ditty bag, I liked to keep the sand clean.

As I got closer to where the woman was, I noticed she picked up the piece of canvas and wrapped it around herself. I really didn’t pay a lot of attention to her.

I got closer, enough to say hello.

“Hello. I didn’t expect to see anyone way out here.” She smiled, it was like the Sun came out.

“I live in the house.” I told her, pointing.

She squinted that direction, finally making out the very tip of the roofline.

“I didn’t even know a house was there.”

“Few do.” I told her. I looked at her more closely, she couldn’t have been more than twenty, maybe twenty-five.

“I come out to sunbathe sometimes.” she offered.

“To warm myself.”

I just nodded, her comment seemed a little odd. Just then I got signal from my equipment. I squatted down, sifted the sand with my screening tool, came up with a dark quarter. I wiped it off and read the date, 1975. Just a quarter, I started to drop it into my pouch.

“What did you find?” she asked, interested now.

“Only a quarter.”

“Really? You find money? Just laying there?” She rolled over to her knees, clutching the cover to herself.

It hit me that she was naked underneath as the material dropped and bared most of the top of one breast.

She spotted my gaze, grinned.

“I wasn’t wearing a suit.” she explained.

“Oh. No problem, there is no one around.”

“You are around.” she showed dazzling teeth as her head tipped back with a laugh.

“I am just an old man,” I told her. “I will go on down the beach and let you be.”

“It’s all right. Do you mind if I…?”

She didn’t wait for an answer, just slipped the cover off and lay it on the sand. I noticed the cover when she did that, it seemed to be..maybe a skin of some kind, perhaps plastic?

The sudden full nudity surprised me, I must have stared for a moment. Her breasts were small but firm and high, her stomach was flat as it is possible to be. The tuft of pubic hair kars escort between her legs was untrimmed at the sides and full. I am sure I stared, startled.

She looked up, caught my eye, smiled.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare….”

“It’s all right, I don’t mind. I just don’t like crowds. Plus the young guys are always..you know.” She tossed her hair, gave off a soft giggle.

Well, I guess I did know, I was suddenly feeling a bit young myself.

“Want some water?” she asked.

She turned to reach for the small sachel beside her, lifting one side of her behind off the sand as she stretched out. A bit of pink came into view, then more. I saw the sand stuck to her skin, I knew she had to realize she was flashing her loins at me.

I felt my breath catch, I felt a stirring as my body reacted. It had been a very long time since I saw a nude female, even in pictures.

She turned back, handed me a bottle of water. I took it, watched as she tipped her head back and drank. I was sure she arched her back, showing off the lines of her breasts nicely.

I took a sip, it was cool but slightly…salty?

Old man be damned, my mind went blank for a moment at the vision before me. Then blushing, I turned away, started moving on down the beach. I glanced back a few times, she was stretched out on her back. The sunlight seemed to make her milk chocolate colored skin shine, the long dark hair actually flashed in the light. Her arms and legs seemed…longer than normal for her body?

I looked at the muscles of her arms, her legs. They looked strong, powerful. The fact that she must work out popped into my head.

“That is one beautiful young lady!” I thought to myself.

Then I managed to shake off the more lecherous thoughts that slipped into my head. It had been so many years since I had been with my Martha, so many years since I had even seen a woman’s full beauty.

I spent a solid hour working down the beach, not really finding much. I seldom did, but it was fun to do and a person never knows. I noticed as I headed back that she was still there. As I got closer I called out to let her know I was coming back by.

She rolled over on her side, propped up on one elbow and watched me hunt. I got a strong signal when I was about 50 feet away, this one was deep. I got my tiny folding shovel out of my pack, began to dig, checking each shovelful of sand with the detector to make sure whatever I was reading wasn’t in it.

I was down a good foot when she hopped up and came over to me.

“What is it?” she asked.

“Not sure, the reading kıbrıs escort is heavy and it is deep.”

“Maybe a gold coin, or jewelry?”

“Maybe gold, I found one coin out here a couple of years ago.”

“Oh, neat!” She exclaimed, then she squatted right down by the hole I was digging, looking inside.

Her knees were apart, she was sitting on the balls of her feet not 2 feet from me. I almost dropped the shovel.

“Oops!” she giggled. “Sorry.” That smile lit her face again as she closed her legs slightly.

That really didn’t help a hell of lot.

I turned my attention back to my digging, then I rescanned the hole. It was still in there, close now so I took my probe and gently poked the sand. I felt the tip touch something hard, probed sideways to find the edge.

One twist of the wrist and a gold colored chain appeared, I lifted it out and brushed the grains of sand from it.

“Oh, my! That is beautiful!” she gasped.

Yes, it was. A solid gold chain, at the base hung a small pendent, a green stone I knew was Jade. It was dainty, feminine.

I saw her looking at it, excited. I don’t know why I did it, but I handed it to her. It just seemed fitting somehow.

“Here. This is for you. A pretty thing for a pretty lady.”

She looked at me, her eyes blinked. She smiled, reached out and took the necklace, slipped it over her head.

I looked at her, it hung to just above her bare breasts, the flash of color only real Gold can have set off perfectly against her skin.

She stepped forward, hugged me, kissed my cheek.

“Thank you! She reached down, lifted the stone, smiled.

What the hell, It was worth it just for her smile.

“I have to go. I will come back to here, see you again?”

I just nodded.

She turned and ran back to where her sachel lay, pulled the strap over her head. I noticed it lay tight to her body. Then she ran towards the water, dove in. Her strokes were strong, powerful. She crested the second breakers, gave a wave of her arm and…..vanished.

I stood there in shock. Then I was running, into the water, shouting.

“Hey! Hey! Wait!”

I dove, reaching this way and that, trying to find her, I felt nothing, finally exhausted, I managed to crawl back up the beach.

I looked everywhere for a sign, for her head to be bobbing in the surf. There was nothing.

I sat there on the sand for a long time, my mind in turmoil. Why would she do that, why?

Then I looked down, saw the footprints where her feet had dug into the sand as she ran. They looked strange, I had seen many footprints over the years.

I looked closer, the area between her toes was bunched.

Those weren’t toes.

They had to be webbed.

It hit me what I had just seen.

I gathered my gear, headed back to my simple home.

I had a feeling I would see her again.

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