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Hand Job fantasy

2/24/2011

There are moments during our discovery years that stick
inside our thoughts more than others. Being a curious fifteen
year old, I was like everyone else. The mystery of sex was
staring me in my face each time I parked with a boy and made
out. Of course their hands roamed as I got use to feeling
my body being touched.


Of course their hands never felt my bare flesh even though
more than a few times I was tempted to let them. And then when
I was sixteen and thought I was prepared for more serious
contact I let a boy slip his hand under my blouse for the first
time. The instant intensity I felt was unbelievable as
I gasped for air and felt myself growing dizzy. His fingers
squeezed my soft breasts as I moaned more than ever before.



I grew weak as his strong warm hand massaged my breasts while
gasping for air in the front seat of his car. I never expected
it would affect me they way it did. I had touched myself my
entire life and never felt how he was making me feel. Bill
was his name and he and I became a couple quickly. And since
he had been the boy I let touch me for the first time I felt
some connection almost as if we were meant for each other.



Over the next few months Bill and I were together every second
we had free. My mother sensed a change in me and began to warn
me on a daily basis to not let Bill go too far. I heard her words
but was in a losing battle to save myself and knew it each
time Bill and I had a date and ended up parking on some dark,
dirt road out in the country.


It was on a particularly warm summer night that Bill and
I found a spot and began to make out. Within seconds he had
my bra unhooked as I savored his powerful hands on my soft
young breasts once again. His kisses were wet and romantic
as we held each other like sex starved animals in the dark.
Bill had gotten me to the point where his hand often roamed
once he had me under his spell.


I felt his hand slip under my skirt and soon was touching
my wet panties as I tried my best to push him back. The desire
within me not to stop was very strong yet I fought that urge
just the same. “We can’t go any farther, ” I whispered
to him as his fingers slid under my panties. That was the
first time I had let any boy touch my womanhood under my panties
and once again I was not prepared for the kind of response
my body delivered. “Please Bill, ” I said to him again
between our torrid kisses. My hormones surged as his finger
continued to tantalize me beyond words.


At sixteen I had the body of a woman old enough to be bred yet
mentally I was still a child on many levels. It was that battle
within me that caused me a great deal of frustration. And
then as I pleaded with him not to take advantage of me I felt
his finger slide into my pussy for the first time. I remember
feeling my inner muscles quivering around his finger trying
to hold him securely inside of me even if my mind was not cooperating.



And then of those moments I mentioned at the beginning of
my story began to unfold. As he tried to push me onto my back
in order to force his way with me I fought him off. Then he
simply stopped and grew angry. “I’m sorry. I can’t
go all the way, ” I said while gasping for air and weeping
while my tears ran down my cheeks.


Bill had been my boyfriend for over a year and I realized
it was not fair to him to always be stopped. I understood
the needs of men even if they were still so very young. My
boyfriend was sitting behind the wheel staring out into
the night seemingly as angry as he had ever been with me.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me, ” I whispered
softly still by his side.


My body was still on the top of the mountain and I knew when
I got home I would have to masturbate before I would be able
to fall sleep. Without saying a word, fearing I might make
him even madder I simply placed my hand on his crotch and
began to massage the bulge in his jeans. I had always feared
touching any boy including my boyfriend because I thought
if he got to excited he would lose all control.


Bill stared straight ahead as I rubbed his obviously hard
cock a few more minutes in silence. “I don’t know how
to do this, but I want to try, if you’ll show me, ” I remember
saying as he offered me a smile at last. Bill lifted his butt
of the car seat and yanked his jeans down next to me. I struggled
to breath as another chapter of my sexual education was
about to happen.


I don’t recall most of it but the moment I reached into
his shorts and felt his throbbing hot cock, it took my breath
away. “Go ahead, “I think he said as I carefully freed
his shaft while staring at it with both fear and amazement.
It was the first time I saw a large, dangerous looking organ
quivering and throbbing in my hand. “What do you want
me to do?” I said softly while trembling like crazy inside.
Bill showed me how to stroke him as I stared at it constantly
while moving my hand up and down on his shaft.


It took me less than a minute to begin to appreciate the power
I had over him as he grew more excited next to me. I teased
the fat head of his cock with my fingers before sliding them
down the sides of his thick shaft causing him to gasp for
air just like I had minutes before. Within seconds I had
a two hundred pound male under my control and rather enjoyed
that newly discovered sensation.


I had turned this strong young man into putty in my hand by
just stroking his cock. “Keep going, ” he said a few
times as his breathing grew more frantic. “I want to watch
it explode, ” I remember telling him while feeling so
high I was almost becoming giddy. My slender fingers moved
faster and faster as Bill’s body grew even more tense
and rigid.


It was as if I was on a mission that would change my life the
more I stroked his hard cock bringing him to a boil. “Oh
fuck, ” he muttered a couple times as I stared at his cock
while a popular song played on the radio. Oddly enough it
was Pretty Woman and every time I hear that song I still remember
that moment with my boyfriend on that fateful night.


My young fingers slid down while holding this throbbing
organ even tighter. Suddenly I felt this spasm right after
Bill began to grunt as my fingers held on tightly. I was excited
yet had no idea what was about to happen. His hips bucked
slightly before this massive gush of hot sticky cum oozed
out and ran down over my fingers. I stroked him again feeling
as excited as I had ever felt and watched another gush of
his sperm rocket upward and coat my fingers even more.


My heart was beating so fast I could hardly keep my senses
about me. I was forcing my first male to orgasm with just
the use of hands. I stroked his cock over and over until I
had drained every drop of cum he had onto my fingers. I was
not sure who was trembling more when it was over.


The excitement and power that moment gave me was a high I
could not come off. Bill and I dated constantly and I always
ended up giving him a hand job near the end of the date which
was safer than getting pregnant. I became obsessed with
watching him explode. I saved my virginity for two more
years although Bill and I stopped dating after I graduated.



Of course once I lost my virginity and began to appreciate
more of the intense aspects of human sexuality. And oddly
enough when I met Ron, my husband the thought of giving him
a hand job never entered my mind. We fell in love, married
and enjoyed a normal adult sex life for the next nine years.
And then one afternoon I was sitting at home with my best
friend and neighbor, Susie over when we began to talk about
our teenage years.


And I don’t recall why but I told her about Bill and the
first night I ever jacked off a boy. Susie seemed interested
and excited as I told her every detail while we sipped our
lemonade. “Have you ever jacked Ron off?” she asked
after I had finished my story. Blushing I shook my head no
and asked if the same question about John, her husband.



“No I never have done that with anyone.” she replied.
My panties had grown moist just telling her my story and
reliving it even though I was thirty one years old at the
time. I sensed we were both excited although it made no sense.
We finished our chat, Susie said good bye and left as I rushed
to my bedroom to take a hot shower and masturbate.


My pussy was as ripe as it had been when I was sixteen all over
again as my fingers began to swirl around my clit as the pressure
grew quickly. There was still something about feeling
that power over a boy or man that turned me on even if I was
happily married. And I didn’t or couldn’t admit it
but the idea of doing it again to a stranger excited me more
than it should have.


Ron got home from work and immediately I felt unsatisfied
hoping he would be in the mood later on after the kids went
to bed. I flirted more than usual hoping he got the hint as
he toyed with me as if he no idea what I wanted him to do. But
once we climbed into bed, I felt his warm hand slid under
my pajama top and caress my hot breasts.


“What got into you today?” my husband asked as we snuggled
next to each other. His fingers soon slid under my panties
where he discovered my wet pussy ripe for the taking. “Oh
baby. I really need you tonight, ” I replied between
my quiet whimpers and moans. My husband didn’t ask again
and quickly took advantage of his opportunity.


I had always been a passionate woman but that night I was
at a different level filled with lust. My husband knew what
buttons to push and soon had me stripped naked and ready
for his hard wonderful cock. And as I laid under him feeling
him penetrating me inch, after inch I gasped while remembering
my first year of discovery and my first hand job.


I truly loved Ron but the memories of being young had affected
me. Granting it is not normal to be feeling one man inside
of me while thinking of another but at that moment in my life,
my mind wandered in that direction just the same. Ron’s
cock began to pump in and out of me as I clung to him urging
him to fuck me even harder. He didn’t ask what had gotten
into me again yet he didn’t complain either as he unleashed
his male hormones.


The fuck we shared bordered on being animal like. “I love
your hard cock, ” I kept telling him as my husband was
soon covered in sweat while I remained pinned under him.
“Baby. I’m going to cum, ” he said as I clung to him
and waited to feel his shaft explode deep within my womb.
Ron’s thrusts were powerful and rocked our bed until
I heard him grunt and felt a river of warm hot cum gushing
into me.


We laid there locked as one for the longest time both unable
to end our perfect union. His shaft throbbed as my inner
muscles quivered around him. When my husband finally climbed
off me he looked down at me with this strange smile before
tossing me some tissue. I awoke the next morning in a wonderful mood having savored
the night before. Ron showered and got ready for work while
I got the kids off to school. I was in my robe, still feeling
my body tingling from the fucking I had enjoyed the night
before when he wandered into the kitchen. “You were amazing
last night, ” he said as he kissed me on the cheek. Smiling
I sat across from him and told him he was pretty amazing himself.



The incident past without much more thought although at
times I did recall jacking off my first boyfriend and it
always caused me to smile. A few months passed and although
my husband and I enjoyed great sex, nothing compared to
that one night after I recalled telling my story to Susie.
I told myself it was silly of me to be affected so deeply by
a teenage memory. I also told myself I was now a grown woman
and such thoughts were a waste of time. In other words, I
denied the spark it has caused.


And then one night when Ron and I were out on our monthly date,
as we use to refer to them as our date nights. We were at a table
in the bar and the song “Pretty Woman” came on and all
my emotions and memories returned. Ron noticed my strange
expression as I listened to the song and remembered Bill’s
front seat. It felt as if it was yesterday even though it
was a decade before.


“Ok. What’s going on?” he asked after nudging me
while laughing at my glazed over eyes. “Oh nothing. Just
a silly memory, ” I replied. Ron was not the kind of man
who would let this sort of thing go. I don’t mean it as if
he got mad or upset but because he was curious especially
if my husband sensed it had anything to do with sex.


I remember blushing for a few seconds while sipping my wine
before figuring out how to answer him. Taking a deep breath
I hesitated as he stared at me sensing I had something important
to say. “You sure you want to hear this?” I asked Ron
as he appeared as excited as a ten year old about to open his
birthday present.


My husband is all man but sometimes can act like a little
boy and this was one of those times. “Did I ever tell you
about my first real boyfriend?” I asked softly even though
the bar was loud and noisy. Ron’s eyes bulged as I giggled
and proceeded to tell him the same story I had told Susie
a few months before. And while I shared the story of my sexual
beginning I also realized my panties were getting wetter
by the second.


By the time I finished my poor husband was a bundle of nerves
next to me at the table. “Wow. You made that sound so fucking
hot, ” were his first words. Again I should have realized
how much affect telling that story had on me. I never allowed
the “F” word but hearing him say it in the bar, didn’t
upset me at all. In fact I felt naughty and wicked as I winked
at him and told my husband I was glad he enjoyed my story.



And within a second or two I suddenly felt his hand slip under
the table and run up the lengthy of my thigh. “What are
you doing sweetheart, ” I mumbled to him fearing someone
would spot us. “Just relax, ” he said as his fingers
continued their journey even though we were in a crowded
bar. I froze up as tense as I had ever been as I felt his fingers
reach my wet panties under my skirt.


Trying to stare out into space and pretend nothing was happening
was all I could figure out to do at that moment. Glancing
at the crowd no one seemed to notice my husband had his fingers
under my skirt while I trembled. “Honey. Someone is going
to notice us, ” I whispered to him yet his fingers continued
rubbing against my juicy pussy. My body was on fire while
my mind was losing grip on reality. I feared I could actually
cum if he continued much longer.


I was struggling to breathe as my legs trembled while he
played with my womanhood. “Do you want to do that again?”
he asked while driving me closer than I ever imagined possible
to an orgasm in a public setting. Sucking for air I turned
to Ron and asked him what he was talking about. “Do you
want to jack off some other guy? I would love to watch, ”
he replied as my head whipped around in complete shock.



Pushing his hand out from under my skirt I straighten myself
as best I could and rushed to the bathroom to gather my wits.
I sat in the stall holding my head in my hands for a few minutes
as the sexual high I was experiencing would not slow down.
My panties were completely soaked as I felt my entire body
shaking from my head to my toes.


Was he serious? Is that what I really wanted to do even though
I was a happily married woman? A thousand questions filled
my head as I cleaned myself up before fixing my makeup without
an answer. I tried to look respectable as I walked out of
the ladies room and headed back to our table. Ron was of course
waiting for me smiling from ear to ear.


As a couple it felt like we had crossed some line even if we
hadn’t meant to. Smiling normally I took my seat and remained
silent unsure of what was on Ron’s mind. “You look hot
tonight, ” he whispered to me as I thanked him while hoping
the subject we had been on would end. “Did you think about
my question?” he asked as I sipped more wine and felt dizzier
by the second.


“Were you really serious?” I asked not sure if I wanted
him to say yes or no. In the back of my mind were the images
of forcing a man to explode. My husband ordered us another
round before answering, “Sure. Why not have some fun.”
How had we gone from this normal married couple to a couple
in a bar thinking of picking up some stranger for a sexual
act? Granting it was not going to include doing everything
but still it would be very sexual anyway.


Looking at Ron one more time I paused and again asked him,
“Are you serious?”The bar had lots of single males
so the opportunity and availability were there for us if
we were going to step over the line. My husband smiled and
told me to go roam around and pick up some kind who would agree
to being jacked off by me.


I don’t recall getting up yet I did and soon found myself
wander around the bar not believing I was actually searching
for the right guy. And I don’t recall if I was more excited
or more embarrassed. But being told to go find someone and
actually finding someone was very different and after
ten minutes I returned to our table unable to find anyone
I could have mentioned that sort of thing to.


“I can’t do it. I don’t know how to bring something
like that up to a stranger, ” I said softly as I took my
chair next to my husband. Ron kissed me on my cheek and told
me he understood but liked the fact I at least tried for a
few minutes. Feeling a great deal of stress lifted off my
shoulders I slowly began to relax as Ron and I laughed about
the whole thing.


It was only ten pm, yet my nerves felt like I had been out on
a binge for twelve hours. He ordered me another glass of
wine even though I had probably as much as I needed. I felt
relieved, sexy, aroused, somewhat shocked that I had tried
to actually find a male. I was also confused from the game
Ron and I had just played. The subject was dropped even though
it hung over both of us even if we didn’t talk about it anymore.



When my husband and I walked to our car later on, getting
fucked was the only thing on my mind. Once in our car he pulled
me towards him as his hand slid under my skirt again. The
urgency I felt was unstoppable as he yanked my panties down
my legs while people walked by. I tried to pretend nothing
was happening to me yet it would have been obvious to anyone
who saw Ron and I.


I held onto the arm rest as he finger fucked me like crazy
until my juices exploded. I was gasping for air unable to
calm myself. I needed his cock and no longer cared if we were
in the parking lot of a bar. It was an eruption of lust that
seized my husband and I. Ron pushed me onto my back as I willingly
spread my legs for him.


He entered me quickly before the fucking of my life began
in earnest. My husband pounded his cock into me with force,
the likes I have never felt before. I laid helpless under
him mumbling things I seldom have ever said let alone admit
to. It was a sexual high both of us were caught up by and neither
of us could hold back any longer. And then I heard the air
rush from his lungs and felt his hot cum pouring out into
me. When his spasms subsided I quickly became aware of my
situation and where we had done it. And once guilt consumes
me I panic and want to quickly return to be the proper woman
I normally am.


I quickly tried to straighten myself in case anyone else
walked by our car. I may have acted like a whore but I was still
a married woman and a mother and my normally proper behavior
returned in seconds. “That was great!” Ron said as
he pulled his pants back up before driving us home.


The following Monday day Susie called and invited me to
her house for coffee not knowing what had happened on my
date night with my husband. I had barely gotten in her back
door more than a few feet when she looked at me and blurted
out, “Oh boy. I can tell you have a story for me this morning.”
Susie and I had often shared stories about nights when we
went out with our husbands. My expression must have been
very different because she knew I had done something much
different than all the other times.


I didn’t want to really tell her what Ron and I had done,
but after she pushed and pushed me long enough it all came
out. Susie appeared shocked and excited repeating every
single embarrassing detail. “He felt you up in the bar?”
“You actually got up and went searching for some stranger
to jack off?” and of course, “You did what in the parking
lot?” Each time she repeated my story I felt my face turning
even redder yet my panties also got wetter.


As you can imagine neither Susie nor I are the kind of women
who do those sorts of things, even with our husband’s.
Not to suggest we were prudes but respectable married women
hide their sexuality until they are behind their bedroom
doors. “I am so excited right now it is scaring me, ”
she admitted after I told her my story. Laughing I agreed
with her as she poured us each another cup of coffee.


“Can I say something and not shock you?” Susie said
after she sat back down. I nodded yes still aroused from
telling her about my date with Ron. “Ever since you told
me about jacking off your old boyfriend in high school,
well it has been on my mind ever since.” Surprised but
not offended I asked her why. “I guess because it was safe
yet very sexy, ” she explained.


Susie went silent as if her mind was trying to find the right
words. I tensed up just a little. “Now don’t get mad.
But I told John your story and he got so horny we hardly made
it to our bedroom, ” Susie explained while blushing.



Hearing the fact that John now knew of my story, made matters
even worse. Part of me felt very aroused and part of me felt
very embarrassed. “Don’t be mad. It was a great story
and John and I both loved it, ” Susie said as she noticed
my troubled expression. “Can I ask you another question”?
She said softly as we sat silently at her kitchen table.
I nodded yes as I noticed her face blushing as much as mine.



“Would you really have done it, if you had found the right
guy in the bar?” Susie said next. The subject was so bizarre
it seemed to surpass logic or common sense. “Maybe, ”
I replied without thinking. Susie grew serious for just
a second. “How about John? Would he be the right guy for
you, ” she said as I lifted my head in shock. “What are
you suggesting, ” I replied quickly stunned by her comment.



Susie and I began to have this silly conversation and before
long we both thought about the idea of me jacking off John
while she jacked off Ron. And the more we talked about it
the crazier and sexier it sounded to both of us. All we had
to do now was see if our husband’s were up for the idea.
And of course they both agreed when we each shared our idea
that night with them.


The four of us picked a date for the following week where
we would go out, have a few drinks and come back to our home
to do this crazy idea of ours. Ron and I dropped off our kids
that their house where they would spend the night so us four
adults could have our home free of interruptions. Basically
it was two middle class, ordinary couples planning something
so abnormal; it could not be justified on any front.


And although my nerves were wound tight at the bar sitting
next to John, I tried my best to act as I normally did. Of course
inside my thoughts were only the fact I was going to see and
touch his cock later on and force him to cum. Susie and Ron
seemed to also be as excited about the idea as John and I did.
Everyone kept glancing at each other with a slightly different
look than we normally had. And to make matters even worse
my pussy kept having tiny spasms at the bar almost as if it
sensed something excited was going to happen.


Ron opened a bottle of wine for Susie and me once we arrived
back at our house. Susie and I both got cold feet of course
and were no longer sure our idea was a good one. But of course
our sweet husband’s were like coon hounds on the scent
of prey and quickly began to joke with us about what we were
going to do for them as if we had no options to save ourselves.



“Listen, Should we really do this?” I said once as Susie
and remained in the kitchen alone. “Come on girls. It’s
time to have some fun, ” one of our husbands yelled from
the living room. Looking at her I smiled and asked her one
last time what she was thinking and told her to be honest.
“I’m really turned on right now, ” she said as she
blushed. “Me too, ” I replied as we walked out of the
kitchen and found our husband’s sitting on chairs waiting
for us with big smiles on their faces.


“What are the rules going to be?” Susie asked once we
were all in the same room. “I don’t think we should kiss, ”
I said immediately hoping to keep the lid on this from going
too far. Ron and John looked at each other while Susie and
I stood before them in our sexy short skirts and tops. “Ok
no kissing. But something has to get his hard. How about
you two strip down to your bra and panties, ” John said.



It was turning out that we had not planned this at all other
than getting excited about the idea of jacking them off.
“I’m not sure about that, ” Susie said while looking
at me for direction. “This whole idea is stupid. So why
not be stupid, ” I said to her while I began to unbutton
my blouse. Immediately I felt her husband’s eyes on me
as I began to expose myself to him for the first time. I don’t
know how my fingers continued as the pressure intensified
for me.


She waited for me to open the front of my blouse in front of
our husband’s before she pulled her top over her head.
Susie had smaller breasts than I do but immediately my husband’s
drool was obvious. “Nice show so far, ” one of them
commented as we reached for our skirts next. The tension
was unbelievable and hung over us like a wet blanket.


The energy was intense as Susie and I were only covered by
our lacy panties and sexy bras. Both our husband’s had
bulges in the front of their slacks as they sat staring at
us while we stripped. “Are we ready now?” she asked
them smiling like a school girl all over again.


No one said a word as I turned to John and walked up to him on
wobbly legs. “Kind of crazy, huh?” I remember saying
to him as I knelt down in front of him as he stared at my breasts.
John and I had known each other for over five years as friends
and suddenly we were sharing a sexual act. He remained silent
as I carefully unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks.



I swear I could hear my heart pounding in my chest as I managed
to reach into his shorts. “You ok?” he whispered to
me as I paused and offered him a stressful smile and nod.
Touching his shaft for the first time I trembled as I slowly
got it free and in plain sight. My eyes remained glued to
his organ as I studied its thick shape and dark veins running
up the sides. John’s mushroom head was round and shining
as a few drops of white sticky liquid had oozed out.


“Oh my” I said as my finger tips wiped his cum away. It
was odd to be feeling intimate with a friend yet exciting
just the same. John had a large sack as I paused and caressed
it a few moments as well. Although I also heard my husband
and Susie making a few sounds I had to concentrate on John.
My fingers wrapped themselves around his throbbing shaft
and began to stroke him slowly at first. Immediately the
air in his lungs rushed out as he stared at my hand stroking
his cock.


John’s expression changed quickly as my fingers kept
stroking his shaft at a steady pace. But as he grew more excited
he forgot who I was and reached for my breasts which he probably
did with Susie. I didn’t stop stroking as his hands massaged
my breasts even though my bra was secure. It was unexplainably
exciting to feel his hands on my flesh as I kept working on
his cock.


My back was to Ron and Susie as I faced John unable to see what
the two of them were doing. John reached down and held my
hand in place on his cock as I looked up confused by his actions.
Was I doing it wrong? Confused I looked into his eyes as he
smiled and pointed at my husband and his wife. Turning my
head I saw Susie without her bra as my husband was playing
with her breasts. I would have always thought I would have
been angry or jealous but neither emotion entered me. They
were getting carried away yet I accepted it since at the
time, those same desires had filled me as well.


Smiling at John I remained on my knees and reached behind
to unhook my bra offering him more of my womanly charms.
When my straps fell slowly off my shoulders his eyes sparkled
like stars. What was supposed to be a little naughty fun
was quickly turning into something very different. His
strong hands immediately reached for my bare breasts as
I savored his touch more than I should have.


I didn’t know this was going to happen and was not sure
just how it was going to end. But for the moment my juices
flowed like a gushing river after a strong summer down pour.
Struggling to breath I wrapped my hand around his hard wonderful
cock again and began to stroke him some more. My head spun
and was clouded with thoughts I never thought I would have.



A few more strokes and his cock felt like it was about to explode.
And then he pushed my hand away and pulled me to my feet. I
don’t know why I didn’t object but I didn’t and soon
John’s fingers were inside my panties brushing over
my pussy making the fire unbearable. “John. John. We
have to stop, ” I whispered to him as I braced myself against
his shoulders with my hands.


His finger slipped inside of me as I gasped for air feeling
like I was about to pass out. “John. We are not supposed
to be doing this, ” I whispered again into his ear. Turning
around I saw my husband and Susie were also mirroring what
was happening to John and I. Ron had Susie’s panties off
as she sat on the chair with her legs spread while he was licking
her womanhood.


What I had not realized was as a teenager I had the control
enough to stop things from going too far. As a grown woman,
my needs were too demanding to have such control. Susie’s
moans sounded desperate as if she was near an orgasm as I
took a seat in front of John and spread my legs for him. The
moment his tongue touched my wet outer lips I tensed up and
felt the pressure ready to explode. It took him less than
a minute before I held his head with my hands and rode out
a very strong orgasm.


Looking back I can’t believe another man could make me
cum so quickly yet it had happened and I could not deny it.
Gasping for air everything was a blur as I remained open
to him while his tongue continued to dance again on my swollen
pussy. It was so bizarre because as I enjoyed John while
I watched my husband and best friend consume each other
across the room on the floor.


I felt the pressure intensify once more as my juices gushed
out coating John’s face for a second time. “I guess
it will be ok if we kiss after all of this, ” he said smiling
as our lips meshed together for the first time. I clung to
him wrapping my arms around his neck while my breasts crushed
against his manly chest. Standing tight to each other his
shaft slipped between my legs making both of us almost unstoppable
from then on. I laid down on the carpeting in front of him
and spread my legs inviting him to become part of me for the
night.


Our spouses were a few feet away already fucking when John
began to mount me. His thick shaft slipped into my needy
pussy with ease as our bodies quickly became one. Once his
large full sack pressed against my ass I felt this union
was complete even if was not expected. Sharing my body with
another man was odd, exciting and very unexpected.


“Come on baby, ” I softly said to him as he began to thrust
in and out of me with more urgency. John’s face became
distorted as I stared up at him during our fuck. His thick
shaft worked on me as I held on for dear life sensing I would
soon feel him fill me with his hot cum. It was breath taking;
each second John and I remained together even if we were
only fucking as friends, not as lovers. His cock punished
me in ways that were different than what I was use to.


And although Susie whimpering constantly and Ron made
the noises he makes when we make love, I focused on John the
entire time. “I’m going to cum, ” he said as if he
was a little boy afraid he was doing something wrong. “Good,
cum in me, ” I said softly to him as his shaft bore down
and began to spasm. John continued to thrust over and over
as his shaft spilled his seeds into my womb for the first
time. And when he finished and was empty he leaned down and
pressed his lips to mine for our final moment together.



And it took the four of us a few awkward moments once it was
over to accept as good friends, we had gotten carried away.
We remained friends with John and Susie for years until
my husband’s job sent us to another city. We still talk
if not weekly then every few weeks although neither Susie
nor I have ever brought up that night since it happened.
I guess it is just too hard for either of us to explain.

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that was awesome story .turely enjoyed it .just wish i was
there .

2/24/2011

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Sounds like a really great time for all of you, it is so hot
wish it was me there for that. Please keep the stories coming.

2/24/2011

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Gal, you sure have class

2/24/2011

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Very hot story wish I would have been there as well.

2/25/2011

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As usual, another HOT story from you. Give us more!

2/25/2011

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Wow! Hot, well written, sexy, and a dam good story. Keep
it up.

2/25/2011

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You never fail, always an excellent story from my favorite
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2/25/2011

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too long story for a simple couple exchange fuck...

2/25/2011

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Great story, I would love to have you jack me off sometime.

2/25/2011

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best Story ever read so far

2/25/2011

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Fantastic Story.. Really like all the details and how it
unfolded..Please write more stories...

2/26/2011

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You got me so hot with this one. I wish I could have been John
for that evening.

2/26/2011

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awsome story!!

2/26/2011

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As usual your story was titilatingly teasing and erotic..you
are one great writer..Oh by the way I love your pic and those
perky breasts

2/26/2011

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Absolutely amazing story

2/27/2011

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Fucking Awesome. I loved it. Only wish I could have been
part of it. Keep these awesome stories cumming. They are
soooo hot.

2/27/2011

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damn that made me hard.

3/8/2011

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Well I can believe this. My first hand job came from a cousin
who caught me giving myself one. She just walk in and watch
me for a few minutes and then said need any help. I was stunned
and she just took over. It lasted 2 summers. Never any fucking
just a lot of playing with each other. She was a natural red
head and that was added fun.

3/18/2011

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wow what a great story.you told of every detail, emotion
and spark. i was hard after the first paragragh and had cum
by the end of the story. thats the first story of yours i have
read, and hope to find more. so HOT!!!!!

3/18/2011

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An intimate and erotic tale of sexual awakening and how
re-awakening those budding days of youthful sex can reinvigorate
our later lives. Terrific writing as always!

12/5/2011