Fun with the babysitter

4/16/2010

Today, John and I are your average, middle aged couple with
two busy careers and two rambunctious . But this
hasn’t always been the case. I met John in college. His roommate, Pete, dated a girlfriend
of mine, Lisa, for a couple years. In that time, John and
I were often thrown together socially as we each independently
tagged along with our respective friends, either to concerts
or on trips to Pete’s family’s cabin on a nearby lake. I wouldn’t
say that we dated. We really didn’t see each other unless
it was in the context of going somewhere with Pete and Lisa.
Frankly, I really didn’t want the distraction of a boyfriend
in school. So, John was a convenient social companion for
me (and I like to think I returned the favour). Towards the end of our senior year, the four of us engaged
in a foursome of sorts while visiting the cabin. We had been
drinking quite a bit that day and the evening’s discussion
had turned to sex. One thing led to another and we all wound
in bed sucking and fucking together in every way imaginable.
Shortly after the orgy, Pete and Lisa parted ways. I think
they were getting bored with one another even before we
played around, so I wasn’t terribly surprised. I was, however,
a bit disappointed. I was far from falling in love with John, but the foursome
had cast him into a different light. He viewed sex as the
same playful activity that I did and was a very talented
lover. So, even though Lisa and Pete parted ways, John and
I continued to meet, mostly for outrageously fun sex. From
time to time, we would include either Lisa or Pete in our
play (but never both at the same time). Then, growing more
adventuresome, we began to meet and play with other couples
through a quasi-underground swingers group on campus.
At the start of our second year of graduate school, we moved
in together. We told ourselves that it was mostly to save
on expenses, but truth is we had become really, really good
friends as well as lovers. Five years later, we were married.
Throughout all of our sexually playful years, we knew
that we would eventually have to cut back. Each of us was
concerned about continuing to play while at the same time
raising a family. So when I turned thirty-four and deemed
myself ready to start a family, we discontinued our playing
ways. Frankly, this sounds like a greater sacrifice than
it really was. We were each completely focused and deeply
involved in advancing our careers. So a period of monogamy
commenced and continued through the birth of our ,
Jacob and Sally. By the time Sally was two and a half and Jacob was almost
a year, John and I decided that we needed to set aside some
time each week to take in a movie or go to dinner or do something
else for ourselves. We weren’t quite ready to jump back
into the lifestyle. But we did want a little time away from
the omnipresent responsibilities of being parents. Of
course, scheduling the time depended upon finding someone
to baby-sit our young . Living in a metropolitan area, you’d think we’d have no
trouble finding a regular sitter. Not so. While a number
of high school girls were willing to commit to the isolated
Friday or Saturday evening here or there, no one was interested
in completely foregoing a social life by giving up all Fridays
or Saturdays through the school year. Being too busy to
attempt to coordinate the services of three of four different
sitters to get what we wanted, I decided to place an ad in
the paper for a regular weekend sitter not really knowing
what to expect. After a couple weeks of interviewing spinster-ly
women with no where near the energy necessary to keep up
with my rambunctious three-year-old, I was near to throwing
in the towel. Thankfully, that was when Kourtney entered
our lives.





Kourtney was a summer intern at john’s office, she was assigned
to john’s department. John took a liking to her for her endless
energy and great work ethic. John knew of the problems I
was having finding a babysitter and spoke to her to see if
she’d be interested in the job and extra money, She said
yes. Kourtney arrived promptly at 4:00 p.m. presenting a clean
and professional appearance. We sat down and talked. In
the course of the interview, I learned that she had just
turned twenty and was taking classes at the local state
college. She was looking for a way to make more money to pay
for school and still be able to study. We agreed to give it
a try that weekend. So it came to pass that John and I started going out one night
a week without in tow. Kourtney would arrive with
books in hand promptly at 6:00 p.m. each Friday evening.
Rachael and Sally would play quietly in the playpen while
Kourtney read a story to Jacob. We’d leave for our date returning
four or five hours later to find the asleep and Kourtney
busy with her studies. Upon our return, Kourtney would
put away her books, accept her pay, and quietly be on her
way. It was a match made in heaven. One Friday evening, John came home from work complaining
of a bad headache and fever, I rushed to put him to bed and
make him comfortable while completely forgetting about
Kourtney’s imminent arrival. So, when she arrived at 6:00
p.m., I was faced with the prospect of turning her away,
losing my night on the town, and caring for my two
and my loving husband all by my lonesome. I decided that
I wanted some company. So, instead of turning her away,
I asked her to stay and help care for the while I cared
for John. While I finished settling John down for the night, Kourtney
took care of the . When I returned downstairs from our
master bedroom, the were all settled into what
were clearly there routine activities. Sally and Rachael
were playing with some toys in their play pen and Jacob was
watching a Power Ranger’s video. Kourtney and I retired
to the kitchen and gabbed while I fixed a quick meal. I learned much about Kourtney that evening. She lived
with relatives locally because her parents were still
in Jamaica she was in between boyfriends, she wanted to
concentrate on school before she did boys. She had actually
become sexually active at a much younger age, loosing her
virginity in her basement to a neighbour boy that she’d
had a crush on since grade school. Her parents found out
about the guy told her break it off with him, when she didn’t
they shipped her off to the US for school, but her parents
had set down some fairly strict rules as conditions for
their continued financial support. Chief among them was
that Kourtney had agreed not to take on a boy friend until
she completed her undergraduate degree. Kourtney had,
in her words, no time or energy left for the care and feeding
of a boyfriend. I marvelled at how mature this young woman had obviously
become. So responsible living so far away from home. I also
marvelled at her physical beauty. She milk chocolate coloured
skin She had to be 5’ 8” or more in height but couldn’t weigh
more than 130 lbs. her breasts were fully develop to a C-cup
which completed her very shapely figure quite nicely.
Her jet black hair was long, down to the middle of her back.
She quietly left that evening to return to her relatives
home. I returned to my husband’s bed. Three weeks later, an incident happened that forever
changed our relationship with Kourtney. That night, John
and I decided to cut our evening short, returning home a
solid two hours earlier than we ever had before. While John
took some materials out of the car to our shed, I went into
the house. As expected, the were all fast asleep. However,
Kourtney was nowhere to be seen. As I made my way up to our
master bedroom, I noticed a low humming sound coming from
our room and the unmistakable moan of a woman in passion.
Then, I heard Kourtney’s voice softly saying John’s name
over and over again. I froze in my tracks. I don’t know why, but I immediately realized what was going
on. Kourtney was using my dildo. She must have found it in
my nightstand. And, she was fantasizing about fucking
John. The thought made me immediately wet. I slowly backed
my way down the stairs. “Think fast, ” I said to myself,
“what should I do.” John was going to be coming in the door
any moment and I needed time to think. I decided that I needed
to make some noise to give Kourtney a chance to cover her
tracks. I went back into the kitchen and pretended to look
for some glassware, banging dishes to make plenty of noise.
“Kourtney!” I announced, louder than I would usually do,
“We’re home early!” I continued to make some noise in the kitchen as John came
in the door. I heard Kourtney’s footsteps coming down the
stairs and thought, “good, she’s heard me.” Kourtney came
into the kitchen showing no signs of her recent covert activities.
“How was the evening?” she asked. “Oh, it was OK, ” replied John. “There’s just nothing
good playing at the theatre. So, we decided to call it an
early night.” With that, John started up the stairs. “Honey, ”
he called over his shoulder, “I’ll see you upstairs, OK.”
“Oh, I’ll be up in a little while, ” I replied.” Don’t be
too long, ” called John, as he rounded the corner of the
stairs, “Good night Kourtney.” “Good night, ” she replied
politely. “Can you sit with me for a moment, Kourtney?” I asked. “I
have something I’d like to talk to you about.” “Sure, ”
she replied. “First, I’d like to check on the .” With that, I quickly headed upstairs. As I passed our bedroom
door, I noticed that John was in the master bath taking a
shower. I knew that he was very interested in fucking my
lights out and would be shaving and putting on cologne in
preparation for pleasing me. The bed, while presenting a relatively neat appearance,
still showed the depression where Kourtney must have been
laying. I quietly opened the nightstand drawer and took
out my dildo. It was still warm, and the scent of her musk
was clearly present. Next, I checked on the . They were all asleep. As I headed
back down the stairs I heard John climbing into bed. “Honey,
I’ll be up in a few minutes, ” I said to him. “Please keep
your engine on idle and I promise you a night to remember.”
“Sounds good, but take your time talking with Kourtney.
I can wait.” Back in the kitchen, I beckoned Kourtney to sit with me
in our breakfast nook. I couldn’t believe what I was planning.
The only question was whether she would go for it. “Kourtney, you are the most mature and responsible twenty-year-old
I know, ” I started. “Why thank you Mrs. Fields.” “Please call me Sara, Kourtney, and don’t thank me quite
yet.” “Why, what’s the matter, Sara?” “I think you know what the matter is. I heard you upstairs.”
Her face turned white. “I don’t know what you mean, Sara. You heard what upstairs?”
“I heard you playing with my dildo and moaning my husband’s
name.” Now all color drained from her face. “I can explain, ” she stammered, a little louder than I
wanted. “I hope you can, and please keep your voice down. I don’t
want John to hear what we are saying, do you?” “No, ” she sighed. “I’m so embarrassed. I was using your
vibrator, but it isn’t what you think. It’s just that my
parent’s rules are so strict, and I have no privacy at their
house, so I have no opportunity to use a, you know…” “Vibrator, ” I stated quietly. “Yes, a…vibrator…to help me cum. And, while I can masturbate
with my hands, it has been forever since I’ve had an orgasm
using a toy. I don’t have any time for a boyfriend right now,
and my parents would cut me off if I started a relationship
anyway, but I am horny all the time. I don’t know what to do.
I found your vibrator six weeks ago. You’d left it out in
your room. I didn’t use it that night or the next week, but
I have been using it ever since. I am really, really sorry.”
I could tell that her remorse was sincere. However, my own
sexual excitement was extreme. “Well, that explains the vibrator. What about John. Do
you have a thing for my husband?” “I have always fantasized when I masturbate. Using your
vibrator was naughty. Using your vibrator in your bed was
even naughtier. So, naturally, ….” “…you started thinking about using my husband, too, ”
I said, finishing the thought. “Exactly. I mean, he is very handsome and all, but I don’t
have a crush on him or anything, if that’s what you mean.”
“Well, I guess I understand. Lord knows I’d be going up a
wall if I couldn’t have an orgasm when and how I wanted. What
I don’t understand is why you don’t hook up with one or another
guy at school for a quickie every once in a while to take care
of your urges. Surely there are guys out there that would
be willing to do you from time to time without any strings.”
“Oh, I don’t have time for that, plus I really don’t want
the reputation. Also, it would be just my luck that the condom
would break or something else would go wrong. No, I don’t
need any of that. What I really need is for things to stay
uncomplicated for a while–that and a little orgasm now
and then would be perfect.” My panties were soaking. I had to handle this next question,
very carefully. “So, what you are looking for ideally is a cock that you can
borrow from time to time, but that you don’t have to worry
about talking or taking care of.” “Yeah, ” she said, sighing slightly, “but where is a girl
going to find that?” I took a deep breath. “Upstairs, ” I said, looking her squarely in the eyes.
“You mean it’s OK for me to keep borrowing your vibrator.”
“No, no, no. You misunderstand me. Actually, I was thinking
of letting you borrow something else……” I let the statement hang for a moment. I could tell from her
eyes that she wasn’t catching my meaning–that I was offering
to let that tight little pussy of hers fuck John from time
to time. It had been a fantasy of mine for the last couple
years, to see him fuck a really young, tight pussy. Here
was that tight young pussy, and it desperately needed to
be fucked. “I’m not sure I understand what you mean, Sara. What is it
that you’d let me borrow?” “Well, ” I said, “if you don’t want a real cock…..” Suddenly her eyes went wide as saucers. “You mean John?”
“Sure.” “Oh, I couldn’t, ” she protested. “Why? You said it yourself. You need a little cock now and
then and I know you find him exciting.” “Well, yes, but…” “And, I am confident that he will find you exciting.” “How can you be so sure?” she asked. “Because I know men and I know John.” “Still, he’s your husband.” “So what, for years before we had we played around
sexually with other people. I love watching him fuck and
seeing him cum in another woman’s pussy and he loves watching
me fuck and cum on another man’s cock.” “I don’t understand. You have sex with other people? Is
that what you do on your Friday nights out?” she asked a bit
bewildered. “We used to play all the time. But, we haven’t played since
we started our family. It’s OK, really it is. We played around
sexually both with each other and with other people long
before we got married. We just enjoy sex. Like I said, we’d
be helping you out to be sure. But, I’d be getting off, too,
just watching. It’s fun. You’ll see, ” I said taking her
hand and leading her to the stairs. I had her. I knew I had her, and I wasn’t going to let her go
now. “But, don’t you get jealous?” she asked. “I mean, seeing
him with someone else in that way.” “No, ” I said, as we reached the top of the stairs. “I never
have. I guess I’m too focused on the fun to worry about jealousy.”
As I approached the bedroom door, I heard the television.
I paused to knock lightly and then slowly pushed the door
open. I heard the sound of the television turning off as
the door opened fully onto our master bedroom. John was
under the covers placing the remote on the nightstand furthest
from the door. As a result, he didn’t immediately see that
Kourtney had entered the room with me. John had taken the time to light several of the candles around
the room and had broken out our collection of massage oils.
The oils were now sitting on the nightstand next to him.
“Way to go, John, ” I thought. “John, ” I said, breaking the moment of silence, “I have
a favour to ask.” “Name it, ” he said before turning around. It was then that
he saw that Kourtney was with me in our bedroom. “Honey. Kourtney is really, really horny and could use
a very good fucking. Would you please stick that big dick
of yours into her for me and give her a real good orgasm?”
A mini-tent appeared in between his legs almost immediately.
“Wow, ” he responded as he shook off the surprise, “I’d
be very happy to fuck Kourtney if she wants to be fucked.
Do you want me to fuck you, Kourtney?” “Oh God YES!” she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.
“You guys have no idea how much I’ve needed this.” I leaned in to kiss Kourtney and began unbuttoning her blouse
immediately. The game was on! Our lips part “It has been
over two years. I was beginning to think I was going to die
without some cock.” exclaimed Kourtney With that, I slipped Kourtney slipped her blouse off her
shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She started walking
slowly towards our bed as her hands moved to the waist of
her skirt. I was standing behind her now. The cotton white
straps of her bra shown plainly against the young, smooth
skin on her back. Her hair was collected together at the
back of her head by an elastic band. From there, her hair
cascaded down between her shoulder blades barely covering
the clasp of her bra. I slowly unzipped her skirt and allowed
it to gently slide off her hips. The unmistakable smell
of her musk now filled the room (or was that my musk?). As the skirt fell away from her hips, her green panties came
into full view. She wasn’t wearing a thong. Instead, she
had on ordinary cotton panties with elastic leg opening
and an elastic waist. The elastic along the leg openings
perfectly followed the cup of her butt cheeks as though
the panties had been tailor made to fit and accentuate her
ass. Her cheeks were nearly perfectly pear shaped, obviously
firm, rounded at the bottom, and ever so slightly pouty
in appearance. John was an ass man. I knew that he would not
be disappointed. She was at the side of the bed now, immediately next to John.
As she finished disrobing, so did I. I moved onto the bed
also so as to provide a front row seat to the spectacle that
I knew would soon follow. John reached up from the bed and gently caressed the sides
of her breasts still constrained in their cotton fabric
prison. For a moment, he allowed the tips of his thumbs to
slowly trace circles around each of her cotton encased
nipples. Prisoners constrained by a few threads of cloth
and a small bit of padding, Kourtney’s nipples were now
fully erect and begging for an early release on account
of good behaviour. Gently, John sat up in the bed and swung his legs over the
side. He was sitting up directly in front of Kourtney now,
his rock hard cock visible as the covers slid away from his
waist. Kourtney was fixated on his hard cock. Next, John
spread his knees slightly pulling Kourtney, still standing,
towards him. He took her into his embrace, knees to either
side of her waist and his arms encircling her back. He kissed
her hard upon her lips. She took his mouth passionately
throwing her arms about his neck and head. Though the kiss
lasted only a few seconds, it seemed to go on for an eternity.
While they kissed, John’s hands gently searched for and
found the clasp of her bra. One at a time his fingers released
each of the three hooks whose job it had been to stand sentinel
over the release of Kourtney’s nipples and breasts. As
the third hook gave way, the band at the back parted and the
tension released from the shoulder straps. Then, one at
a time, John slid the straps off each of Kourtney’s shoulders
and over her arms. The now useless garment was tossed away.
I had a front row seat to witness John’s reaction to the sight
of Kourtney’s breasts. His eyes showed the undeniable
passion and excitement that the release of these orbs so
obviously engendered. John’s hands slid from Kourtney’s
back around to the sides of each of her cups. Ever so gently
he raised one orb and than the other to his mouth so that he
could take in the taste and the texture of her young, pert
nipples. I heard a low moan escape from Kourtney as my husband
alternatively sucked and tongued her chest. As she moaned, I noticed that her hands had moved from John’s
neck to his lap. The motion of her arms and the location of
her hands suggest that she was now touching and jacking
John’s cock while he nibbled at her chest. The sight of my nearly forty-year-old husband being jacked
in this fashion by our twenty-year-old babysitter sent
me over the edge. As I fingered my pussy harder and harder,
the waves of the first climax of the evening passed over
my body. I have never been a quiet fuck, and I certainly wasn’t
about to change my vocal ways this evening. As the passion
spread over my body, I began moaning gently at first, then
louder and louder. “Oh, ….oh…..oh….ah…AH..AHH..OAHHH, FUCK..YOU GUYS..ARE
SO FUCKING HOT…TO WATCH…TOGETHER!!!” With that, my body went into complete convulsions. My toes
cured to the point that I thought my toe nails would dig clear
through the under sides of my feet. My arms shuddered, my
back arched. My pussy vibrated hard and fast to a beat reminiscent
of a Jamaican nightclub band. I hadn’t yet removed my panties,
but they were by now completely drenched as tough I had worn
them in the shower. My orgasm must have provided its own spectacle. As I slowly
regained my senses in my post orgasmic bliss, I realized
that the spectator had become the attraction. Kourtney
had turned slightly in John’s embrace so that both she and
John were looking in my direction. John, of course, had
his normal Cheshire cat type grin. Kourtney, too, was looking
at me with a smile. “Gawd, Sara, do you always cum that hard?” She asked. “No, ” I acknowledged, “that was very, very special, indeed.”
“Jeeze, just watching you has made me even hornier.” With that she turned back to John. “I wish I had thought of
this earlier, but I hope you have a condom. I simply cannot
risk getting pregnant again, and I really do want to fuck
this cock.” Her hand gently squeezed the base of John’s
dick. “Oh he has something much better than a condom for birth
control, ” I spoke up. “He’s had a vasectomy. He shoots
blanks. You don’t have to worry about pregnancy with John
at all.” “Oh WOW, that’s GREAT!” She exclaimed as her thumbs quickly
slid under the elastic band of her panties whipping them
off in one quick motion. “I’ve never had sex without a condom
before, I had to worry about getting pregnant the whole
time. So I wasn’t able to fully enjoy the sensations.” With that, she slide her way down John body her fingers wrapped
around his cock. She lay there just holding it in her hands.
Almost like she was weighing it. Smiling at him, Kourtney
started stroking his cock in very slow motion. Her hand
sliding from top to bottom. At first her strokes were light
and soft. Almost like she was afraid she would hurt him.
As she grew more confident her strokes started getting
bolder. She started letting her thumb rub across his cock
head. Spreading his pre cum along his shaft, and using it
as a lubricant. Her hand sliding with more ease as she coated
his cock with his pre cum Kourtney kept stroking. When she
looked up she saw the big mushroom shaped head right in front
of her eyes. Her eyes just fixed on the head as she kept stroking
it. Looking at how red and swollen it was. The clear pre cum
leaking out of the opening. Leaning closer Kourtney inhaled
deeply to breath in the scent that she was so close to. Then
she leaned a little closer and swiped her tongue across
the head. Bringing it into her mouth to savour the taste.
Kourtney captured his cock head between her lips and started
a gentle sucking motion. Her tongue washing back and forth
across it. Her mouth sliding down on his cock. She managed
to get half of it in on her first try, but she wanted it all.
Taking it out of her mouth, Kourtney used her tongue to lick
along the sides. Her saliva coating the entire length.
Then lifting it up she captured one of his balls in her mouth.
Gently sucking on it and bathing it with her tongue, before
moving on to the other one. Taking her mouth off him she looked
up at him with a smile and said, "I take it you approve?"
I came for a Second time in a manner I hadn’t cum before just
masturbating. I wanted to taste her pussy before John fucked her. I crawled
to the end of the bed spread her legs. "I want to taste
you, " I breathed. Kourtney nodded. Kourtney was
very surprised by this but after a moment went back to sucking
john’s cock. Her public hair was not shaved, although it
clearly had been closely trimmed as by a set of scissors.
I assumed that she little opportunity at her relatives’
house and no real reason to do more. Her outer lips were ruby
red and obviously fully engorged with blood. The outer
portions of her lips were parted and very obviously wet.
I started to lick and flick my tongue over her wet slit and
Kourtney moaned. My tongue darted in and out her tight hole
and I noticed her pinching her own nipples. Her orgasm hit
her like a freight train. She squeezed her eyes tight together
and tensed as her lower region of her body spasms with pleasure.
Kourtney's ass was sticking out. Her pussy was wet,
the lips were closed tightly. I got behind her and kissed the cheeks of her ass. She knew
what I was doing and spread her legs further for me to have
more access. I slipped two fingers into her very tight pussy
and proceeded to finger her. She was practically dripping
and I pulled my fingers out to taste her. Kourtney thanked me and asked me to stop. She moved her way
up johns body, she placed her hand squarely on John’s chest
and pushed him back down onto the bed. She swung his legs
up and over the edge of the bed and then started climbing
onto the bed herself. “John, the foreplay has been nice, but I really need to fuck.
If you don’t mind, I’d like to take you into me right now.”
She had, at this point, manoeuvred herself so as to be sitting
astride his legs on the bed. She was clearly ready and eager
to take him in the female dominate position if he’d only
give her the word. I knew that the word she was looking for
was coming. I also knew that I wanted a better view. So I moved
near John and joined them. “Please take me however you’d like, Kourtney, ” John replied.
“This moment is about pleasing you. I just hope that I can
hold out long enough to give you the pleasure you deserve.”
“Don’t worry. I am so fucking horny right now; I may cum before
I am actually able to get you in. You are so much thicker than
either of the guys I’ve fucked before.” “Kourtney, do you mind if I hold his shaft while you start
to sit on him?” I asked. “Not at all, ” she replied, “that is, after all, your cock
that I am borrowing.” With that, Kourtney scooted herself up John’s torso so
that her pelvis was directly over his cock. In repositioning
herself, she exposed her wet vagina. The smell of her sex
was both pungent and sweet. I thought to myself that watching
this young and eager pussy impale my man’s love rod may be
the most erotic thing I would ever witness. As best I could,
I prepared myself to remember in detail every moment of
the experience. I took John’s cock into my hand. It was extremely hard and
very warm to the touch. I could almost imagine soft whiffs
of steam coming off his head–the type you see spewing from
manhole covers in alleys in low budget mysteries. The very
tip of his penis head glistened from the near steady stream
of pre-cum trickling from his eye. I gave his cock a suck
before I aimed this eye directly toward Kourtney’s slit
as she began to slowly lower her hips down to come into the
most intimate contact possible with my husband. “Bulls eye!” I thought to myself as the very tip of his head
parted the outer folds of Kourtney’s pussy. I watched as
first a quarter inch and then the first half inch of my husband’s
cock head were taken within Kourtney’s slit. It was then
that I could feel John’s penis encounter some resistance.
“Wow, he is so THICK!” Kourtney exclaimed. Then, after
thinking about it for a moment, she laughed, “and, it has
been so long since I have had anything in there, too.” “Well, hopefully you won’t have to suffer through another
hiatus like that again, ” I offered. “I couldn’t agree more, ” offered John. Throughout this banter, Kourtney continued to slowly
work her way down John’s shaft. As she took the second full
inch into her, she observed, “It feels so different without
the condom–the sensations are so much more intense and
personal. I can actually feel the ridge of his head as it
travels up my vagina. Oooohhhh, this is so, so hot.” With the final exclamation, she settled down on John’s
pelvis. My hand had flattened on John’s pubic region so
that Kourtney’s clitoris was now in contact with the soft
skin on the back of the hand in the curve between the thumb
and first for finger. I slowly slid my hand from between
their bodies and shifted myself around behind Kourtney
so as to look at John’s balls and cock. Kourtney started rocking herself slowly back and forth
on John’s cock. I could tell from experience that she was
concentrating on rubbing her clitoris against the base
of John’s dick allowing the gentle friction to slowly excite
her. With every forward rock of her body, I could see the
outline John’s cock entering into her womanhood. I can
honestly say that I cannot remember ever seeing John’s
scrotum appear as tight as it did that night. I could tell
that he was working very hard to constrain his excitement
and his cum. That she had elected to go with the female dominant
position was a big plus. John has always found it easier
to control his own orgasm in that position over any other.
Still, I knew that he was fighting hard to hold back. I decided
not to do anything to break his concentration. Kourtney’s own motion was starting to accelerate. I remember
thinking, “good, she’s almost ready to cum.” “Oh, John!” she exclaimed. “Oh, this is sooo, sooo hot.”
She was starting to do more than just rub against his cock
now. Her ass was coming up slightly off John’s legs with
every cycle. I could envision John’s head deep within her;
moving slightly into then out of her vaginal shaft with
each thrust. John’s hands had grabbed hold of her hips so
as to stabilize her ride. “Oh, I never thought it could be like this, ” Kourtney continued.
“So free. So natural. So naughty. Oh Sara, I love fucking!...I
love fucking your husband!...Is that OK?” By now, I had my hand deeply jammed into my own cunt. I knew
that the question was completely rhetorical, but I had
to answer it anyway. “Oh Kourtney, ” I said, “I love watching you fuck my husband.
Please fuck him, fuck him real good.” Her rhythm was near frantic now. I knew that the first waves
of passion were starting to pass over her body. The convulsion-like
contractions of a full body orgasm were only moments away.
I could also tell that John was near his limit. He was doing
his best to remain still and restrain his own release. But
a battle was now raging in the base of his cock as his semen-less
cum sought its own escape. “Oh, ..Oh, ..Oh, ..I love feeling the skin of his cock
in me. Oh, ..Oh, …I want to…I want to feel his cum explode
into me… Oh, John, Oh, cum into me….I need you to fill my pussy
with your cum.” John needed no more encouragement. Kourtney’s words were
the key to his floodgate and it burst open. He grabbed Kourtney’s
hips hard, arched his back, and drove his pelvis up to meet
her next downward thrust. It was as though he was trying
to drive his penis clean through Kourtney’s pelvis and
out the other side. Simultaneously, the muscles all around
John’s scrotum began to contract intensely, . Pulsing,
pulsing, pulsing, . Like a heart on overdrive beating
unto itself. “OOOOhhhhh Gawddddd, here I CUM!” he exclaimed. Now, Kourtney was arching her own back, writhing like an
animal attempting to escape a hunter’s snare. “Aaauggghhhh! Ohhhhhhh! I feel your cum spurting into
ME! OHhhh Ohhh GAAAWWWWD!!!” she exclaimed, throwing
her head back, her toes curling and her body shaking. Meanwhile, I was fixated on the source of all this raw expression
of passion and pleasure. I could see the contractions delivering
John’s cum up his shaft. At the point where his shaft disappeared
into Kourtney’s vagina, Kourtney’s muscles had clamped
down. Her vaginal sphincter was desperately trying to
keep John’s man juice from escaping while simultaneously
massaging out every last drop. Notwithstanding its best
efforts, I could already see small globs of John’s cum leaking
out around the sphincter and onto the sheets. Kourtney’s body relaxed and fell forward onto my husband’s
chest. However, John’s cock continued to twitch, no longer
in a strong, consistent rhythm, but with enough force to
still be delivering more of his cum into her womb. As she lay further forward, John’s cock slowly slid completely
out of her. Though still semi-erect, John’s rod was clearly
deflating. The sight of Kourtney’s gaping cunt filled
with and leaking my husband’s cum all over this leg drove
me wild. The throws of my third orgasm of the night began
to take hold of my body. I began feverishly fingering my
clit once again in an effort to drive me over the orgasmic
precipice that was approaching. I again let out a vocal stream of sexual consciousness.
“Aaghaaaahgg.. ohh….your PUSSY is so FUCKING HOT….covered
in My HUSBAND’S CUUUMMMM! AGHHAAAAAA!” With that, I surrendered my body to the waves of contractions
that had been building. Then, I collapsed onto the bed beside
my husband and my babysitter. I rolled onto my side throwing
my arm across them both. Together we enjoyed a collective
moment or two of post orgasmic bliss. After several minutes, Kourtney, turned to us both, asking
“is it really OK if we do this again next week?” “Next week?” John quipped, “I was thinking about doing
it again in about ten minutes.”