Car sexual addicts

Hi, this is Anjali the divorcee lady again. This was happened when I was with my husband. Sameer had been known to my husband for years before our marriage, in fact when I came as a newly wed bride, he had welcomed us and had helped me set up home in the building where we all lived. He was in the habit of dropping in some evenings and staying over for dinner as he was divorced and lived as a bachelor. This closeness through the days between us had been on a very innocent level and Sameer has always been a gentleman. Once in a while I would catch him staring at my breasts or legs, but I always felt that was normal behavior for a man. And I had also cum to know that he had some affairs with few married ladies. I was friendly with girl who told me that her best friend had a hot affair with Sameer and she used to swear by Sameer that he was the best man ever she had ever slept with. In this recent days however something had changed a bit. Our relationship had subtly changed. Maybe I was giving out some kind of signal as my sex life wasn't quite what I would like. My husband and I had sex, but over the months it had gotten a bit stale and I never enjoyed sex with him. He was also not been caring at times when it came to my needs, occasionally leaving me high and dry after his orgasm. How ever my husband Ram had a strange habit of making me expose in front other and show off my beauty and good figure. He used to get a thrill out of it and had bought me so many cloths which exposed my body. He bought me sexy saree's with deep back and low neck blouses which did not cover much of my boobs. In fact I really had a beautiful pairs of tits. (38 d). I remember on our honey moon in goa he made me sleep in just a bra and a panty when the waiter came to deliver us tea. And on one occasion I was topless on a beach with a young boy passed by. This also continued in Delhi when moved to this place. After showing off my body to other in parties and other places he used to get exited and that night he used to have a wild sex which I also liked.

Now coming back to Sameer, over the last few weeks, Sameer and I had been flirting a bit - there were some innocent hugs and pecks on the cheeks but nothing more. We had seen each other a lot at the lakeside boat house in bathing suits and a couple of times accidentally partially nude. Once he caught me changing and I was in my bra & panties and once I caught him in his briefs, with his back turned. Along with this we had seen each other many times in pj's so we were quite comfortable with each other. One night we met for drinks. That day Ram told me to wear something very sexy. I understood that he wanted me to show off my body to others so I selected a very sexy dress which he had purchased for me. It was with a very deep back and it had to be worn without a bra. There were cups in front to hold the boobs. I was really looking very sexy in that. It was supposed to be a bunch of friend's but instead because of schedules it ended up just us three. It was a Delhi club full of young crowd. We sat and stood at the bar and talked and at some point the conversation turned to sex. Whether it was my comfort levels with him or the drinks I had consumed, the conversation became very open and honest. We talked about a bunch of very personal things that surprised my husband. Things like whether we liked oral sex, whether I swallowed, even whether I had vaginal orgasms. We talked about sexy lingerie, and then the killer when I said my "husband and I don't have nearly enough sex!" this was said luckily when he went to the bathroom otherwise he would have felt very bad. The night continued and we even danced a bit. Our conversation had taken its toll on us as Sameer and I were much touchier then normal. Whether it was just standing a little too close in the crowded bar knowing my butt was up against him or dancing it seemed we were always touching lightly. During one dance he had practically placed his hand on my butt and latter shifted on my nude back.

He used to hold me tight when ever Ram was not watching or was out of the room. He used to pull me close to him and at times I could feel his crouch with a little bulge on my stomach and my boobs used to get pressed against his chest. The night ended and we parted as friends due with a warm hug. Both of us however from that point on seemed to join a tighter bond with each other and there was a sexual tension that had never been there before. Whether it was the innocent touches or the frank sexual discussion I didn't know. A few weeks later we accidentally met at the mall, one of gurgaon's largest malls. I had gone to pick up some clothes after work and he was also shopping. I was enjoying the quiet cup of coffee at the coffee outlet when I saw Sameer. He sat down got coffee and we chatted. After some innocent chatter I mentioned I needed to shop, he offered to walk with me since he also had to shop. As we walked we chatted a bit but nothing sexual. Then we entered a the Nike store as I needed to get some sneakers. As I sat down, I didn't realize it at the time but Sameer was sitting directly across from me. As I tried on a couple of pairs I realized he was gazing at my legs as they parted. Now I was feeling a little horny and I decided to lead him on a bit. His view wasn't probably all that good as the skirt I was wearing wasn't that short but I made sure my legs spread apart each time I tried on a pair and flashed him a few times before settling on a pair. We left the store and walked around looking for another store. As we walked I thought about teasing him a little more it felt pretty comfortable teasing him in a place like this where there were lot of people waking around and no one knew us. The next store was Westside, I was looking for some track suits to wear to the gym and he was looking for jeans. We picked out a few sizes each and headed towards the changing rooms. The salesgirl gave us two rooms next to each other and as I went in, I told Sameer that I wanted his opinion on what I was buying.

I started by removing my skirt and putting on a pair of the tracks, I then came out of room and knocked on his door. He opened it a bit and to my surprise he was standing in just his briefs. He was yet to put on his jeans. Although it caught me a little off guard, I did not react as I had seen him a couple of times before in his underwear. Of course, I could not help staring at his crotch - it looked like a mild erection was in progress and it looked big. I asked if the track suit fit nicely and he said they were nice but maybe I should get a smaller size which would do justice to my figure. As he was talking, he pulled on his jeans with his ass towards me and facing the mirror. He turned and I told him they looked good but he too should try on the smaller size. I then jokingly said that maybe we should both try the other clothes together to save the effort of going between rooms to show our stuff to each other. That was enough for him, he just picked up his stuff and we both squeezed into my cubicle. I could see the salesgirl smirk! I was feeling very naughty by now and proceeded to slip off the track pant. I also removed my shirt and stood there checking out myself in the mirror. He looked at me of course but also acted quite matter of fact about it. I told him that his briefs looked great and then he commented that I look very sexy in the black bra and panties. I then pulled on the smaller pants and turned around to see in the mirror. These were white as well as being too tight in the crotch and realized with a shock that my panties were wet and it showed through the pants. He said these were better, now it’s my turn to put on the show. He pulled down his jeans but as he had not removed the top button, it ended up in his briefs coming down too and the start of his cock could be seen. He made no attempt to pull up his briefs and instead nonchalantly pulled on the jeans. Finally after a couple of more trials, we both got dressed, paid for our items and left the store.

By now I was feeling very horny, not that I was going to do anything about it but it had turned out to be a very nice shopping experience. Then as we walked and commented about the conversation we had in the bar, one thing we had chatted about was a thong. He had said how sexy they were and I had mentioned that I didn't have any since my husband didn't seem to like them. So then he dragged me into Victoria secrets and started to look through the panties. I am not shy but was a little embarrassed as he went through picking out different ones, finally I agreed to two of them. He paid for them and handed me the bag, with a naughty smile he said that for buying them some day I should let him see how they looked, he even mentioned that he should get to see them before my husband did. I laughed and said not here, he of course answered maybe some day when I had the chance. My quick response of not here had pretty much implied that I would somewhere else. This hadn't really been my intention but it was too late. We left the mall and he escorted me to my car, a warm hug and peck as always followed but I thought his lips had slightly opened as I felt a wetness on my lips but I wasn't totally sure. I drove off feeling incredibly sexy. A couple of days later we were all sitting around in our den. It was a Saturday night and the three of us were chilling out over some beer. Sameer was staying the night as his house was being fumigated it had been a terrible rainy weekend and none of the regular friends and family were over . So there we sat after a rainy day, we had consumed a fair amount of whisky and wine. The kids were asleep and we just hung out talking and watching a stupid movie.

The first thing sexy thing that had happened earlier between us that day is that Sameer had kidded me about my thong so when I showered that evening I had put them on. So later in the evening when my husband was in the bathroom and we were alone he asked to see them. We traded some shy comments, I kept saying I can't here, he of course said it was safe for a quick flash and anyway he had already seen me in my panty at the shop. It was a little cool so I had put on some long pj pants from Victoria secrets and a tee. Sameer had noticed the thong through the pj's in the light. He insisted that all he wanted was a quick peek and I could easily pull my pants down for a second, well it was pretty scary but also very sexy so I did it. I pulled down my pj's and showed him the front of the tiny thong and then turned quickly and showed the back. He told me I looked amazing and I pulled them right up. I was so hot showing off for him like that I cant describe, the thong was so small that it covered little, plus the thought that my husband hadn't even seen them yet also made it that much more naughty. So there we were few hours later in the den with some more whisky and wine under our belts. Now my husband for the past few months has liked when guys look at me in bathing suits and stuff so what was about to happen wasn't that crazy even though he could also at other times be very jealous. He talked about playing strip poker and of course Sameer approved. I don't like being dared so I went along and I think my husband thought I wouldn't have gone along, or he figured I would play down to my underwear and quit. But he hadn't realized how little my underwear was and he also underestimated my competitiveness. He also had no idea of this building sexual tension between Sameer and I who made the thought of some nudity sound quite hot to me. So we sat down and played. The first few hands were pretty uneventful. We all lost a few hands and lost our socks and jewelry. We were down to real stuff now, everybody had on a tee shirt, I had on pj’s and the guys had shorts, and all had underwear.

The next to lose was my husband; he took off his tee, which exposed his chest. Then Sameer lost and also took off his shirt. He had very good body and hairy chest which I really liked. I admired his chest and gave a naughty smile and he also smiled back. Again Sameer lost and took off his shorts. He was wearing briefs instead of the boxers I had seen him in a few times before and he seemed semi hard as his bulge was looking big. . I was enjoying looking at him and his semi hard cock for the first time. Then I lost, I had a hard decision, if I took off my shirt I will be left in a bra, or I could do my pants and expose my thong. As I thought my husband commented that I was quitting, I gave him a look and stood and stepped out of my pants. Wow he said noticing I was wearing a thong; I took a little spin saying you like. Then I winked at Sameer as my husband's reaction had just confirmed that Sameer was the first to see my thong. I felt so naughty sitting their knowing Sameer had not only seen them first but also picked them out and paid for them. The next round Ram lost and took off his shorts. I giggled a bit as he sat back down cause even he had a hard on but his bulge was looking smaller then Sameers's. Now my husband said that the game was over, Sameer said we should play till one winner, my husband started saying no he was tired etc so I chimed in saying, look who was quitting now. I was dying now to continue and see where this game will take us. I did not even mind getting naked in front of Sameer and I was about to say I would keep playing when he decided to continue. However he said that we will not strip any further but the loser will have to what the winners say. The next loss was mine; so both the men were what to make me do. Sameer gave an idea that I should have a close dance with then with only the dim lights on. Ram also agreed so I got up and Ram came to first and Sameer played a cd with real slow numbers. My husband caught me and took me in tight hug and danced for few minutes and kept kissing me and I could fell his hard on and knew he wanted me badly. Then it was the turn of Sameer to dance with me. He came close to me and slowly took me in his arms while Ram watched with eyes fixed on me and he gave me a naughty smile.

Sameer pilled me closer and we started to slow dance. I could also feel his hard on which more looked then what my husband had. Then Ram said that he is going to the bathroom and will be back in few minutes. This was enough for Sameer to pull me close to him and was a little scared that Ram may come in the room any time but he was just not willing to listen to me my breast were pressed against his hairy chest and his hard cock was pressing my stomach. I was getting wet in my panties and was on the verge of dripping. I could feel his hot breath on my face, neck and ears. His hands were all over my back and he slowly moved them to my naked butt as my thong hardly covered anything. I slowly whispered to Sameer that Ram may come anytime. He also understood and released his grip and just then Ram walked in and we finished our dance. After that my husband decided that we will have a last game and then call it a day. So it was decided that anyone who loses now will remove his one garment while the light were totally dim and we call it a day. As luck would have it I lost and I hard to remove one garment out of the two I was wearing. I decided to open my bra and as I took my hands behind my back to unhook my bra my husband switched all the lights with little light coming out from the kitchen and the bedroom. I unhooked my bra and lowly let it fall to the ground and exposed my breasts and my rock hard nipples. Even in the dim light my boobs were visible to both of them. My husband seemed quiet while Sameer made a gentlemanly comment about how nice they are or I looked. I was only left in panties which really did not cover much. He was looking hard at my tits and then winked at me. My husband quickly declared himself and Sameer the winners and suggested we turn in. I knew he was getting jealous about Sameer looking at my half naked body but I wanted to enjoy the moment. I sat there finishing my wine and making small talk about what to do in the morning all naked except

the panty and making no effort to cover myself. Sameer followed my lead chatting with me with his raging hard on at attention. We continued this for about 15 minutes while my husband nervously fidgeted and picked up cards and stuff before we finally started on and went to bed. Before going I went and hugged Sameer as we used to it every day and this time as we hugged my bare breasts were pressed against his bare chest. I said good night and as I was moving away from him my erect nipples brushed against his hairy chest and it was great feeling, after that I left for my room. We went to bed and I was horny and so was my husband so we started having sex, it was hotter then it had been for quite a while. I had a very intense orgasm as did my husband but then with the wine he drifted off to sleep and I was wide-awake. I didn't know it at the time but Sameer had hung out by the bedroom door and tried to listen to some of our love sounds. He would confess this later. I was still wide-awake and decided to walk down to kitchen, I was naked so I threw on my short robe figuring that Sameer was also sleeping. I was surprised to find Sameer, sitting on a chair drinking a cup of tea. He also thought he would be alone and had only his briefs on. His hard was still on and I could still notice a bulge. We exchanged hellos and I poured myself a cup of coffee. He asked where my husband was and I told him he was sleeping, he knew we had sex but he was probably hoping that once had not been enough for me that night and he was right. I went to sit and noticed he was now hard; I couldn't help comment about it still being that way. He of course reminded me that he was a bachelor and that the game had been pretty arousing. He also let on that based on what he could hear in his room I had gotten pretty aroused from the game also. I blushed knowing I had moaned pretty well in the bedroom. Then we had a short conversation about how arousing it had been to be half naked and dance that way in front of each other.

What followed was a surprising discussion about masturbation. He admitted that he had planned to when he got back to his room and I kind of admitted that I too might. What happened next is hard to explain but somehow after a few shy playful comments the possibility of masturbating together came up. I would have love to do something crazy yet safe like that with him but was too scared so I said no way, he said okay like a hurt puppy dog and I then said something I shouldn't have, I said I would be willing to help him but he had to promise not to try anything. He looked pretty surprised, I took a walk to check on my hubby and make sure he was asleep. On my return I took him to the laundry room, I figured if my husband came down he could stay there and I would come out like I was doing late night laundry. So there we were, in the dark laundry room, Sameer slipped down his briefs and told me to go ahead and help him to cum. I told him to wait as I had to put some lotion on my hands which I had picked up while coming back after checking out my husband. When I was done I took my hand forward to grip his hand but could not find his cock in the dark and I also found that my hand was shaking with excitement. Then Sameer caught my hand and lowly guided my hand to his cock. As my hand touched his cock I was shocked to feel what I felt. His cock was very large and much thicker then my husband. I could not grip it fully in my small hand. I slowly moved my hand up still shocked, to find out the complete length and ended at the top of his cock where a huge knob was there. It must have been around 8 to 9 inches long. I just held it for some time to get used to the length and the thickness of this monster that I was holding. Sameer said what are u waiting for go ahead and make me cum. Then I slowly started to jerk him off, what a rush I felt. It was so hot having a man's cock in my hand that wasn't my husbands made in supper hot, as I slowly stroked and gently played with it. Looking at him, asking him if it felt good

Today, iam sharing a real part of my life as a story. This is the first time i have written something and sharing with the world. Though the story is true, still I have added a little bit from my fantasy. Nevertheless, the incidents are true.
Comments are welcomed and highly appreciated.

My name is Akshay(name changed). Iam a 21 year old student from Mumbai. This story is about me and a married female roshni(real name) who called me to her home after a few days of meeting on a chat and a couple of phone sessions.

We met in a chat and I on her request showed her my pics. Though on many requests, she did not show me her pics. Later I came to know that she did not know how to put them in her computer. Anyways, somedays later we exchanged mobile numbers and started talking. We talked on phone about our daily lives in the beginning and nothing much.

Any ways, I would explain her and her life now.
She is a married woman around 25 years old. She does not have any kid. She lives with her husband and mother in law.
Her husband is an advocate. He seems to be a very busy man and is mostly out of the house.
Roshni is a fair skinned, 5'4 height and a very slim woman. She must be around 55 kgs. Her figure to me looks to be 34c-28-36. She has silky long black hairs. She wears saree most of the time.
Her blouses are pretty normal but do bare her back a lot more than what we call normal. She has a very strong distinct body fragrance which can be felt easily. Her hairs are mostly tied behind her head with a hair clip.
Her inner wear or we can say bra and panty are mostly matching. She wears lacey kind of inners which I feel to be very feminine. She wears only light colors like light pink, sky blue, light green etc. but never white.
Her saree wearing style is like sushmita sen or what we desi call it as "ulta pallu".

Now, a little about me. Iam a smart fair skin guy with 5'9 height. I have an athletic body weighing 65 kgs dot. I also do light gym and hence my body is very much is shape. I wont lie about my cock as most people tell their to be 9 or 10 inches. Mine is a thick 6 inches long trimmed hair dick. I have a fair amount of body hair mostly on chest and legs. I got a cute face according to most of my female friends.

Getting back to story now.
So one fine day she invited me to her house. I wore a short white designer shirt with denim jeans and went to the address she gave. I didn't ring the bell and rather called her on mobile. She opened the door. My heart was pounding hard at the moment. When I saw her for the first time, all my senses had stopped working and I remember staring at her for a long time. I was immensely happy from inside because she was really very beautiful.


She was wearing a black saree with red designer prints on it and a matching blouse. Her long hairs were pinned behind her head. She looked as if she has just bathed. All the while before meeting I never thought she would be such a gorgeous woman.

Her husband was off to court. Her mother in law was inside her own room.
Roshni introduced me to her as a distant cousin and she even told me to touch her feet which I did.
Her mother in law has severe back bone problem so she can't move at all. She stays mostly in her room all the time reading religious books.

After that we returned to the main hall. I was looking at her all the time. She was really a very beautiful woman. She would look like a young girl if she wore western outfits.
She resembles somewhat like diya mirza.
She was wearing a mangalsutra and a gold chain. Her wrists were shockingly naked which is pretty uncommon for a married woman. She left the room to get some water for me.
I was seated in the drawing room looking at exotic paintings on the walls. Just then Roshni entered the room with a glass of rasna. She was smiling at me and I returned the same.
She asked me if I had any difficulty reaching there, I smilingly replied in negative.
I noticed her big eyes and really luscious lips, her small pointed nose. I was highly very excited to be with her. I never felt like this even with girls of my age.

We talked about general things of life. I came to know that they had moved to Mumbai around 8 months back from Chandigarh.

I asked her about her marriage life and all of a sudden she got kind of nervous and was literally not answering to the point. She told me she is married since 3 years but was not able to conceive because of some problem in her body. She even told me that it was because of this reason they moved to Mumbai.

I changed the topic by asking her why she was not showing me her pics on computer. She told me that she do not know how to transfer pics to the computer. We both laughed loudly at that. She told me she is not so well versed with latest technologies.
Later she showed me her house and some family album.
That day passed away in only talking though even my intention was nothing more.
I left that day after she told me that her husband would be soon returning.

Few days passed and we stayed in touch on phone. We talked or sms'ed very often. I had somewhere deep within started to love her.
She invited me to her house many times over but all visits were one or the same of the first kind. But we had bonded really well because of all these meetings.


We even saw a movie together. That day she wore a pink kurti top and jeans. She was not even wearing mangalsutra. I was on cloud nine on seeing her. That was the first time I told her that she looks very beautiful. Though she looks more gorgeous in a saree. We were roaming around like an unmarried love couple. We had lunch in a nice beach restaurant. That day I kissed her on her hand before leaving her home.
Later next day she told me on phone that she loved the feeling while being with me.

I told her that I too liked her a lot. I could hear her breathing
hard on the phone. I asked her what happened and why are you breathing so
heavily, she didn't say any thing and kept on breathing harder. I
definitely was able to make out that she was touching herself but I
wanted to hear it from her. Though I also used to touch myself while talking
to her.


We were both only listening to each others breathing for more than
10 minutes. Suddenly she said," Akshay, I love you". I was so happy to
hear that. I replied that I love her too. We were again quite for a
long time. I never in my life felt myself so dumb struck. I was out of
my mind. She was making kissing noise now. And telling me after each kiss the place where she kissed me. Like smooch, kiss on your
forehead, smooch, kiss on your cheeks, smooooch, kiss on your lips etc

Suddenly there was a knock on my door so I had to hang up. I
called her after 5 minutes and she told to come after two days
at her home. I can't tell how happy I was. I was dreaming of her all
the time.
Two days later I went to her house with a condom pack just in case ;). Her husband had taken her mother in law to their home town. She was all alone for three days.

She opened the door with a big smile. She was no longer looking an innocent being
rather she was looking like a sex goddess. Her hairs were open and she was
wearing absolutely no ornaments.

She was dressed in a very thin material, plain light blue saree.
Her pink lace bra was very much visible from the almost transparent
saree. She closed the door and turned her back towards me and started
walking to the kitchen. Her blouse bared her back so much that even
her bra belt was completely shown. The blouse was really very low cut
which made her back and tummy almost naked. She had tied her saree
very low too. She was dressed to kill.

I caught her hand and pulled her towards me. She was facing me
backwards. I held both of her arms and pulled her towards me. She
didn't say anything. I pulled her so close that my chest was touching
her back. I knelt a little and kissed her below her ear lobe. Due to that little kneeling, my lower body didn't touch her body.
I moved my hands to her tummy. Her skin was silky soft. I touched her
navel. I tickled her tummy with my fingers.

I pushed my hands a little under her saree. The moment I touched
her panty she held my hands even tighter and stopped me from going
further. My hands still a little under her saree, I pulled her towards
me and her ass touched my lower front body. My already hard dick was
now touching her ass in the middle working hard to come out and Fuck
her. She felt my dick and even pushed her ass to feel it even more. I
was licking and kissing her neck.

I once again started to push my hands into her panties but this time she removed my hand and proceeds towards her bedroom. I followed
her and she was standing at the window looking outside. I went close
to her and grabbed her tummy again in same manner as before. She
immediately turned around facing me. We both hugged like crazies. I
was holding her ass pressing and caressing them hard. She pushed me on
the bed while still kissing.

I was beneath her body now caressing her back while still kissing
and playing with her tongue. Her hands were holding my hairs. I
unclipped her blouse and bra from behind and started moving my fingers
on her now completely bare back. All the while we kept kissing.
Now I turned her other way round and she was beneath me. We stopped
kissing and were now staring each other in eyes. She was smiling at
me, and started unbuttoning my shirt.

I removed my shirt and was now naked on top. I also then removed
her blouse. But when I started to remove her already unbuttoned bra,
she held her boobs from over the bra and gave me a teasing smile and
moved a little away on the bed. I also followed her and got her into
my arms and started kissing her cleavage. She was moaning now. I kept
on kissing and kept closing towards her nipple. I held the bra in my
teeth and pulled it off.

She was looking at me smiling while covering her boobs with both
her hands. I held her hands and while she kept moaning noo, I took her
hands off her assets. Her boobs were very well shaped. Her nipples
were exceptionally small for what I had normally seen in my life. They
were very little pointed. But I liked them.
I held her both tits now and was pinching her nipples while she had
her eyes wide open staring at me.

I went closer to her tits and started rubbing and kissing them.
She was moaning a little louder now. She was running her fingers on my
back. Sometimes she scratched so hard on my back, that made me yell in
pain. I played there for sometime and gradually started moving down
towards her waist. Her saree was already half way off. I unwrapped her
saree and was shocked on what I saw.

She was wearing a pink crotch less thong. But this was not the
shocking part. She had written my name on a thigh and her name on
other with a black marker. She had made some designs around it. It was
all very erotic. I went close and kissed her soft thighs. Her legs
don't have a single hair. But I could see her very hairy pussy through
the tiny thong she wore. Her long pubic hairs were all coming out of
the lining of her thong.

Rosey, was a 45 year old, married lady whom I made the acquaintance of through a mutual friend. She stood five feet eight tall and although what would be commonly referred to as a bbw figure, her largish breast had very responsive nipples. She was a very sexy lady who reveled in being told what to do.

It had been almost twelve months since our first contact over the internet, basically as friends to chat with, even though she was married the sexy banter was fun and over the last two months the sexual fun had become too good to call a halt.

After our second meeting, she informed me, as we chatted on line, that her husband regularly demanded sex with out any fore thought about her own feelings or wants. Usually causing massive rows if she even dared to think of refusing him and never caring about whether her needs were satisfied or not; as this had gone on now for a number of years she could not see it ever changing.

One day whilst chatting on line, She mentioned her husband was being an absolute pig again and joking she said she wished he would have an accident for being so uninterested in her needs and feelings.

I asked “What is your sense of revenge like?”

“I could never hurt him no matter what he has done” she said thinking I was planning an accident for her Old Man.

I assured her that I was not thinking of an accident befalling her other half, I simply said “I was thinking more of giving him a taste of his own medicine”

“I would have no worries carrying out a revenge plan, especially on him providing no one actually got hurt” she replied.

So here is the story of her one time revenge over her pig of a husband.

Part of Rosey’s make up was that she preferred to be told exactly what to do, so any actions she carried out could be guilt free, as she was only obeying orders.

Therefore I informed Rosey, she should purchase some carrots, big ones but not too large. Next day she should peel a carrot before, whilst home alone, beginning around 9.00am she should place the peeled carrot up her pussy.

She was then to lay back and fuck her pussy with the carrot thinking of me at my home taking time to lick her pussy to numerous orgasms. During the rest of the day she should keep the carrot inside her and frequently masturbate herself on the carrot.

Rosey informed me that she managed several cums on the carrot and it felt really weird parading around in front of her unsuspecting husband with it wedge inside her pussy. On more than one occasion she had to be really careful how she sat down and she admitted feeling it being pushed inside her on more than one occasion.

When it was time to go to bed, she should again make sure she orgasmed on the carrot and if possible to leave it inside as long as possible. Then remove the carrot and pop it into a plastic bag, put it safe until the following day. She managed to go off to the bathroom on the pretext of going for a shower.

She gave herself a leisurely fuck on the carrot managing not one orgasm but three. To prevent the carrot falling out she wore a pair of lacy panties during her shower. She confessed that the feeling was wonderfully strange as she showered with her cunt muscles gripping on the carrot deep inside her pussy.


Just as she was finishing her shower, her husband knocked on the door saying “I have an early start tomorrow, so I am going straight to bed. Don’t disturb me when you come in”

Now no longer fearing her husband may want his conjugal rights, she realized she need not pop the soaking carrot into a re-sealable plastic bag, instead it could marinate over night in her pussy juices. She quietly came out of the bathroom and wandered downstairs, went into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea.

Going into the living room, to drink her tea she sat carelessly on the settee and suddenly felt the whole carrot disappear up her pussy, so deep in fact she felt it force its way into her womb. The problem was that the end which had been sticking out of her pussy was now buried inside her pussy and with the amount of pussy juice made it difficult to grip the end to extract it. A feeling of panic and humiliation set in, she could imagine having to go to the hospital to have the carrot removed and having to explain how it got stuck up there. As quietly as possible she phoned me and explained what had happened.

I must admit, I had to stifle a giggle, but I suggested that she use her pussy muscles in a similar way as she would with her anal muscles while on the toilet, at the same time use her fingers to try pulling the carrot from her pussy.

Well it must have worked, because with a sigh of relief she said, got it. She also said “I felt so full, when it penetrated my womb, it felt wonderful. Now the panic of retrieving it was over.”

Suddenly she put the phone down as her husband shouted “Are you coming up to bed yet”

Rosey recognized this and the tone of his voice as being the norm for the prelude to one sided sex.

She placed the carrot in the plastic bag, sealed it and popped it in the fridge. By now the carrot would have soaked up loads of pussy juice and keeping it in the plastic bag would keep it fresh for the next day.

Rosey then meekly went upstairs and submitted to her husbands demands. He had already had an erection and roughly shoved it in to Rosey’s well juiced pussy. He almost became suspicious as to why her cunt was so wet and why she had an orgasm as he took his pleasure. He simply thought his technique so good that this time he had made her wait long enough to make the simple fact that she was going to get fucked had her aroused.

Next Morning Rosey had to go to work so the plastic bag was left stored in the fridge and upon returning home that afternoon. She popped it back into her pussy for good measure. She said that she felt the chill of the carrot right up her spine but it soon chilled out and after a further three or four session of masturbation with it, she removed it returning it to the plastic bag for later. When she prepared her husbands evening meal which just happened to be a salad, she was to grate the carrot and add it to her husband’s plate.
Lovingly she prepared her husband’s special meal. She took great delight in grating this carrot and even made sure the whole carrot was grated in to place on top of his salad. She was almost tempted to taste the grated carrot but just as she was about to give in her husband walked in he asked what was for dinner and she had trouble not laughing as she replied just a salad.

The meal prepared, she carried the two plates into the dining room and placed his plate in front of him. She sat opposite and watched her husband as he tucked into the special carrot salad. The more he ate, the more she struggled not to give the game away. He saw her grinning and almost asked what was so funny, but instead assumed it was about his good performance in bed last night. He even smiled back at her, she nearly choked when she saw his smile.

Next day we discussed the facts over the internet. She admitted she had a difficult job not blurting out as she watch each fork full of the carrot disappear into her husband mouth.

The poor sucker never even realized the special treatment that carrot had undergone. Even to this very day, she can not look at grated carrot without inwardly smiling at the revenge she took on her husband.

So all you husbands out there, be wary of upsetting your wife, least your food my have that special grated carrot flavour……

As a security guard at Christmas, it is usually a thankless task. All those office parties and you have to remain sober, alert and at your post. However once in a while something happens that turns the job into a bonus.

So it was at Christmas 1984, I was the sole security officer at a multi tenant office block. The five floors housed nine different companies, with a communal executive dining room on the top floor where the pent house would normally be. At this time of year this dining room is usually a very busy place booked up for all the staff parties of the tenant companies.

As a rule the parties normally begin around the 17th December and go through to the 24th. This particular year the 24th was a Saturday and therefore only one party was booked for that day. This meant that the only people on the premises would be associated with that party. The catering manager surprised me around 9.30 am, when he informed me “You know you may well be here for quite some time as usually the security never get relieved until at least the 28th by this company”

“I expect so!” was my reply.

“Well to make things easier on you, here are the spare keys fro the catering stores. Use what ever you want but make a list so I can knock it off my stock list when I return!” He continued. “This key is for the wine store, again go easy on it and let me know what you use” he added.

“As I do not drink, your wine store will be safe!” I informed him.

“That’s as maybe, but there is more than just wines in that store, it’s were the cokes and fruit juices are kept” he commented.

He told me that today’s party wanted a cold buffet and it would be all laid out for them from 1.00pm. So he expected to get away around that time, the party was scheduled to start at 3.00pm and finish by 8.00pm. He informed me to ensure the place was locked and secured by 20.30 hrs.

He actually logged out around 12.30 pm and on my next patrol, I decided to check out the dining area. The long room was laid out with trays of sandwiches on trays covered with cling film with six cases of cokes stacked nearby.

I checked the storeroom, thinking about something to eat later after 9.00pm, there was just about everything you could think of in the freezer cabinets. I decided upon a nice selection of ham and cheese for later.

At 2.30 pm the party guests started to arrive, as required they signed into the building out of hours, this allowed me to check who was on site and ensure they had all left later. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred, apart from the occasional flirting between the female guests and me. One blonde woman with her two colleagues, thought she was being witty when she said “If you was only 20 years younger!” winking at me.

I responded with “You would still be cradle snatching!” smiling at her. She returned my smile. Before disappearing towards the lift, she produced a sprig of mistletoe and demanded a Christmas kiss. I think it was for show in front of her two younger colleagues, so I thought if she wants a kiss I’ll give her one to remember for a long time to come.

I grabbed her and Rudolph Valentino style turned her into the clinch before giving her an open mouthed kiss. Sally responded by slipping her tongue in to my mouth and tried sword fencing with my tonsils. Her two colleagues merely clapped and cheered, whilst laughing. Breathlessly we broke our kiss and with a wink she said “Wow, I will be back later to see you later for some more”.

“Not if I see you first!” I responded.

As the rest of the guest began to arrive, I finally discovered that night what PVC really stood for… Perverts Viewing Clothes. As most of the women seemed in competition as to see who could wear the smallest PVC skirt, tightest PVC top and who could flash most of their stocking tops. As far as I could tell there seemed to be three females for every male at the party.

I was tempted around 5.00 pm to lock the main doors and take a quick peek at the party now in full swing. I decided that better part of valour was to remain where I was.

Sally did return to my front desk around 6.30 pm, she was slightly the worse for wear and appeared a little intoxicated. She brought with her two glasses of wine, offering me one of them. I pointed out that I do not drink and she simply pouted her lips at me. “I suppose you don’t screw of first dates either!” she chided.

“I would not say that!” I quipped.

“Well how about another of those sexy kisses?” she asked. I took the two glasses from her and set them down on the desk, before taking her hand and leading her into the small security office behind me. I then took her in my arms and re kissed her, exactly the same way as I had early. Only this time I managed to slip my hand up to feel her generous tits. She never flinched, but did stop me from sliding my hand up her skirt though, giggling as she said “I hardly know you, kind sir.”

She pulled away and wagging her index finger at me she backed out of the room, grabbed her drinks and headed off to the lift. As the lift doors opened she blew me a kiss before stepping inside and she was gone.

Nothing further happened until the guests began leaving around 7.45 pm. Several of the women were worse for the drink and needed Mini cabs to get home. Sally hung around the reception area as everyone else began to leave. Eventually she came up, kissed me on the cheek and slipped a piece of paper into my hand. After everyone had left, I finally got to read the note. It read ‘Give me a call after 9.00pm tonight and we could get together’ it included her mobile phone number.

By 8.30 pm, it appeared that everyone had left, so I locked the front doors and walked up the stairs to the top floor with the intention of locking the dining area and then making a sweep of the building serving as my next patrol. The Dining room was a real mess, but empty, so I locked the doors and began working my way down the stairs checking each floor as I went.

Fourth floor was clear and promptly secured, as was the third floor. On the second floor however, I heard the sound of giggling. Working my way around the open plan office I came round the final corner to an area where a partitioned office stood with its door wide open. As I approached the giggling became louder, I was not prepared for what I was about to witness.

I reached the open door, to see two naked women on the large board room table. They were looking at each other and obviously unaware of my presence, but they were very busy fucking their own pussies with the necks of two wine bottles. As I stood watching the raven haired woman (Sue as I soon found out) screamed out her climax announcing “I win, I win” as she climaxed over the wine bottle which was more than half way up her pussy.

Her red haired friend (Sheila), screwed up her face as her own orgasm broke, she too had the majority of her bottle buried from sight. “Shit, you bitch, I suppose your going to make me do something really horrible now!” she screamed.

Before Sue answered, I coughed and startled both ladies. They both sat bolt upright but never attempted to cover up, it was Sue who broke the silence as she said “OH Shit Sheila, we are busted!”

“What can we do to convince you not to report this?” Sheila asked.

“Get dressed and go home!” I replied.

Then Sheila stood up on unsteady feet and approached me, her heavy set breasts swayed provocatively as she walked. She reached me just as Sue struggled to her feet. Sheila then ran her hand over the obvious bulge in my trousers, squeezing my now painfully hard cock. She turned to sue and said “Here Sue look what we have here, we can have the real thing for desert after all”

Sue smiled back, licked her lips and replied “Oh I certainly hope so, just look how it bulges his pants”
Sue joined Sheila by my side and as sue began to kiss me, Sheila unbuckled my belt and had my trousers undone with out me realizing. The first I knew was when I felt my trousers slip to my knees. Sheila’s had was quickly inside my boxer shorts and wrapped around my cock.

It took me all of four seconds to decide ‘what the heck, who would believe me anyway.’ So I allowed them to lead me back over towards the table, where while Sue continued to undress me. Sheila had my cock already buried down her throat to her tonsils.

Sue suddenly announced, “As I won our little game, I have first choice of going first or second!” she continued “I choose second! I want to see him fuck you!”

Sheila reluctantly stopped sucking me and released my cock, standing she laid back on the table and beckoned me between her legs. Sue walked round behind me and taking my penis in her hand she fed it into her friends open wet pussy. She then leaned forward and began to suck ob Sheila’s nipples. What could I do but begin slowly fucking this randy woman laid before me.

I suddenly saw Sue give Sheila’s right breast a love bite, this drove Sheila over the top as she suddenly began moaning, her cunt spasmed against my rigid prick. I suddenly felt the tell tale tingle start in my balls as I shot my load deep inside her clutching pussy, which milked my cock for all it was worth.

Sheila then slipped to her knees and sucked me hard again. Ready for me to screw Sue, She wanted me to lie on the table and she then climbed on top of me and began to rub her pussy lips against my hardening member. Then she slipped it into her pussy and began riding in earnest. I felt Sheila, squeeze my balls as Sue bounced up and down on my prick. Suddenly I felt Sheila slip a finger into Sue’s tight anal ring and begin to finger fuck her. Sue suddenly went rigid as her orgasmed bathed my hard cock. I lasted much longer this time because of the fact that I had just filled Sheila’s pussy with Jism.

I took Sue to a second orgasm before finally washing the walls of her pussy in my cum. I then persuaded them to dress and escorted them off the premises. I had just locked the main door when the desk telephone rang. “Hello” I answered.

“Thought you were supposed to call me around 9.00pm” the woman’s voice said.

“I have been busy besides I am not that late!” I responded.

“You better check your watch again!” Sally replied.

I looked up at the wall clock and suddenly realized that it read 10.30 pm. I apologized and explained I had found a problem on one of the other floors, which I could not just leave.

“Well just open the bloody door, it’s freezing out here” was Sally’s response.
I looked up at the main door and there was Sally, still dressed as when she had left earlier. I unlocked the door and she stepped inside. “I saw your problems just leaving” she sniped. I explained I had found them passed out in the board room on the second floor and need to make sure they were alright before sending them home.

After locking the main door again, Sally and I went up to the dining room where; she helped herself to another drink before slowly doing a sexy striptease for me. We ended up seeing Christmas morning in doing what comes naturally. Sally had a passion for anal sex and at one stage had my cock up her arse and a Saveloy sausage up her pussy, before slowly eating it.

She finally left at 9.00 am Christmas morning walking decidedly bow legged. I could not believe the Christmas this had turned out for me.

I finally got relieved from the site on the 28th December but being honest was never alone for long as Sally kept popping in for food, drink and a little bit of the other……

Eleanor was mid twenties when we met, she showed clear tendancies for kinky sex from the beginning. For example on our first date she drove to meet me in a ultra micro skirt semi transparent white blouse, self supporting stocking and nothing else.

As we drove to the pub, she reached between her legs and played with her cunt, before folding the front of the skirt back towards her waist, even in the dusk glow of twilight I could clearly see her cunt lips were open and glistening with her secretions.

Suddenly as we drove along a dual carriage way a large van slowed along side us as he kept pace with our car. The guy in the passenger seat of the van had wound down the window and was ogling the view from his higher position. Eleanor merely looked at me and said “master, may I give him a better look!” I nodded and watched as she opened her legs as wide as she could but still being able to drive the car.

All too soon we had to turn off in order to reach the agreed pub on the outskirts of Epping forest. We pulled up in to the dusky car park and she parked her car as far away from the pub as possible. Leaning over to me she said” Oh master, thank you I am really turned on now, thinking about that silly man having to find somewhere to go for a wank because of me” with that she took my hand and pushed it against her cunt lips. They were truly soaking and her cunt felt red hot. I eased a finger inside her and she suddenly went rigid as wave upon wave of climax pulsed through her body.

Never one to miss an opportunity, I told her we were going to go in to the pub and she was not to bring her jacket with her. She nodded but blushed slightly. We got out of the car and I walked around to her side, as she locked the car door I pushed her up against the cooler metal of the car and from behind slipped three fingers up her cunt. I told her to thrust her pelvic muscles in such a manner as to stimulate me fingering her cunt. She tried to move my fingers around inside her but found she could not achieve any real satisfaction from doing this. A frustrated groan left her lips as she mouthed the words for me to fuck her there and then.

I with drew my fingers and simply slapped her arse once and told her she would have to wait and earn any fucking from me. With that we walked slowly towards the pub and upon entering we walked to a quiet area towards the rear. As we entered the pub the noise level noticeably dropped and I could feel the guy’s eyes watching her cute butt sway as she walked. When we sat at the table I made sure that she was facing the bulk of the crowd in the bar. I asked what she wanted to drink and she said “your spunk, master”. I told her to cut that out and she settled for half of lager I went to the bar and ordered the drinks, the young barman offered to bring them over to our table. So I paid for the drinks and headed back towards Eleanor. As I sat down I told her to un button the top four buttons of her blouse and when the barman came over she was to lean towards me offering me a cigarette.

Right on cue, she leaned forward and I caught the barman having a really good blatant stare down Eleanor’s top. As he noticed me watching him he began to avert his gaze but not before he saw me slide my hand across the table and pinch her nipple. He looked straight at me and nodded.

The rest of the evening in the pub was of a similar vein as young men passed the table supposedly on their way to the bar or toilets she would flash them a smile and maybe show a little stocking top to boot.

We never had to buy another drink in the bar that night as first the barman brought over a set of drinks and again Eleanor obliged by leaning forward. This time the bar man gazed openly down her top so I leaned forward and said (in a low voice) get up and go to the loo, but make sure you flash the barman your cunt.

As she got up she purposely made sure her hand pulled her skirt high enough for him to see she was not wearing knickers. After she left the bar man came up to me and asked if what he had seen upset me, I replied that not in the slightest, who do you think was telling her to do these things. He then invited us to stay after the bar closed, but I told him I had other plans but thanks anyway.

A little while later a man I had never met came over with more drinks and introduced himself as a mate of the barman’s again Eleanor showed her charms. By the time I told her we were leaving we had flashed for some six different people. As I discovered when we got back to her car she was soaking. So we drove to a quiet lane and I made her give me a blow job before I made her lay on the bonnet as I fucked her cunt.

I’ll never forget the look on April’s face when she saw me. I was just as shocked as she was, and I tried to appear as if I just happened to be passing by. But I had to know.
“Discrete?” I looked in her eyes. It was the password an unknown woman, a prospective liaison, had agreed on with me when we met in this parking lot. April nodded, her face turning red. I chuckled. “This is kind of awkward, isn’t it?”

Again she nodded. We were both speechless, both totally unprepared to meet under these circumstances: two people looking for a lover. And she was my sister-in-law.
I had put in an ad on a personal’s website, stating my location and desires. That had been a week before this day. She had responded, under the name, “Stacey”, and we had talked through emails.
It had been quick. We both stated what we wanted, what we were like, and then decided to take the plunge and meet. So here we were. We had planned to go to a nearby restaurant and talk before we decided on any action.

April giggled. “I don’t know what to say, Greg. Maybe we should explain ourselves over some food, and we will see what happens.” We drove to a place in the town, and sat together in a secluded booth while we ate and talked.

It seemed she was not being satisfied with her husband, my brother-in-law. These days his thoughts were on his job and hers were on sex. She was at her wit’s end.
I had never had a sex life with her sister. She had been messed up since before we met. And I had suffered our entire marriage because of it. It had only been the last couple of years where I had begun to think of cheating on her. And now, my first attempt had hooked her sister.

April and I were very different people, but I had always been attracted to her. She had recently lost weight, but it didn’t show in her breasts. We had always gotten along, but lately there was more of friendliness to our relationship. I mentioned this at the table.

“I know I have been drawn to you more, Greg”, she said. “Tammy (made up name) has told me some things about you two. Some of that has been about the bedroom. Truth is, I have been thinking about you a bit.”
I was cautious. “Listen. This is a big deal. I can’t have you feeling guilty afterwards and telling her about us. The boys are too important to me.” She shook her head.
“Well, I can’t afford Tom (made up name) finding out, either. It would end my marriage.” We talked a bit more before becoming comfortable with the idea of being lovers. It seemed our lips would be sealed by our similar situations.

She had already thought of the next step: the place for our tryst. “There’s an affordable hotel the next street over that isn’t a dump. I control our credit cards, so you can just pay me half the room charge.” I agreed, and we left the restaurant after our lunch was over.
I was buzzing with excitement. I had never cheated on my wife. The thought of having my hands and body on April was getting me hard while I followed her in my car. I stayed in the car while she paid for the room, and then followed her up the stairs to where it was.

Even as I write this, I have her face in front of me; her smile, so nice, her eyes bright, and desire making both of us nervous in our movements. After the door was shut, I pulled her to me and we kissed.
We took our time, letting our mouths merge in almost complete silence, savoring the moment. Our tongues followed, pressing for each other, our yearning causing us to grind our bodies together. My hands slipped down to her shirt, feeling her breasts underneath. April sighed, louder than she thought she would. She giggled as I began to unbutton her top.
“Let’s get on the bed”, she said, and pulled me down on top of her. I began to rub her pussy through her shorts. Her legs spread instinctively, beckoning me to touch her more. She was warm, I felt hot, and our lips found each other again.

“What do you want to do?” Her question broke the silence between us. “I mean, I know we are going to make love, but what first?” She looked into my eyes.
“I’d like to take my time and touch your body, April”, I said in a hushed, reverent voice. “I hate rushing sex.” She nodded her agreement, and pulled her open shirt off her body. Her bra was white, bright and firm. I reached behind her and undid the clasp.
She allowed me to pull her bra away, and her full breasts sagged free. I was shocked when I saw them. “You have even bigger nipples than Tammy does”. April grinned, obviously pleased by my comment.

I was too horny to lay there and just stare. I had to keep touching her body and kissing her. It seemed that she agreed. There was a fire in her eyes as she held me just as tightly as I held her. In between kisses she whispered, “I’m glad we’re doing this.” It was all I needed to hear.
April wasn’t about to let herself get completely naked without me following suit. One hand reached for my belt while the other unzipped my jeans. She slipped her hand inside and felt my bulge.
“Well, you feel bigger than Tom. He has a six-inch cock. How long are you?” She was caressing me firmly now.
“Seven inches, and very happy about that right now.” We both laughed. The belt came off, and my jeans and boxers followed suit. So now I was naked from the waste down, and she was naked from the waste up.

I pulled off my shirt, and she slipped off her jeans. My fingers massaged her mound, hidden behind her cotton panties. “I could spend an hour on just kissing and touching and exploring your body.”
“I’m too horny for you to just touch me, although I would love that later on.” April’s eyes danced mischievously. I pulled her panties down, and she flung them off the bed with her foot. Then she spread her legs wide for me to feast my eyes on her trimmed pussy. “Like what you see?”

Sometimes a man just has to do what a man has to do. I bent my face down to her moist mound and began to lick her. I was licking my sister-in-law’s pussy! If my wife could see me now!
Her brown bush was wet from desire and my mouth, and her soft, fleshy lips opened for my tongue. I stuck it deep inside her, and she groaned with pleasure! “I want to watch you, Greg, because Tom has never liked licking my pussy. But it makes me feel so good, all I can do is close my eyes and hold on for the ride.” We both laughed.
I kept licking her pussy and clit until she was about to cum. Then I moved around until we were in a 69 position, and while I continued to suck and lick her, she leaned her head back to receive my cock in her mouth. It slid inside her mouth so easily! It was a sure bet she had been a good cock-sucker all her adult life.

I know my wife, her sister, had sucked high school guys’ cocks. So it was a good bet that April had done the same. As I thrust in and out of her hot and willing mouth, I said, “I’m going to cum in your mouth. And I want to drink all your juices.”

I was amazed, but I could feel her excitement. She probably hadn’t had a man’s mouth on her pussy when she came before. April was sucking and licking me as I slid in and out of her. For my part, I had my mouth and face buried deep inside her. I was wet from my nose to under my chin, and to each cheek. She was delicious!
April began to buck, her body taut as the first wave of her orgasm hit her. I could hear her gasp with sexual release as she began to cum in my mouth. She was squirting hot juices, and I was lapping them up as fast as I could!

I let her continue, holding my load until she had gone through a couple of orgasms. Then I slipped my hands under her ass and pulled her pussy into my face more, and as she began to cum again, I began to shoot my load into her mouth.
It made her cum another time, and all that could be heard in the room was the two of us slurping each other’s juices down. After we both finished, we lay in each other’s arms and kissed until the fire inside our loins began to grow again.

We talked about how we were glad we had done this, and how that it had not been with a stranger. After a bit, April asked how I wanted to fuck her. “What position do you want to use, Greg?”
I replied, “April, there is one obvious position that I never get to do, and that is doggy-style. But I want us to make love missionary-style, too, so I can look in your eyes.” She blushed.
“Tom is so boring! I’d love to fuck you (I was shocked when she actually used the “f” word!) that way. And let’s do missionary-style last. It is more intimate, and I have a surprise for you.”
April sat up and moved to my cock. I spread my legs and she knelt between them. She took my balls in her mouth and began to suck them. I was in heaven!
My cock stiffened immediately, which was a miracle for me at my age. She kept it up, and that kept my cock up, too. After she had warmed me up a bit, she moved until she had her pussy above my mouth. April laid her ass down on my face, her pussy pressed against my mouth, and I licked her until she began to moan again.

After a while she said she was ready to cum, so she moved off of me and positioned herself on all fours on the bed. I mounted her from behind, my cock penetrating her pussy. In and out I thrust, holding her thighs against my legs.

I moved my hands, one hand grasping her breast as it hung down. The other I used to rub her clit. Her breathing quickened instantly! I could tell it wasn’t going to be long until she came.
Her breast felt so good in my hand. Her clit was longer than her sister’s. Tammy’s was only a tiny bump. April’s clit was about a half an inch long. It stood straight out because she was so aroused.
I felt her pussy lubricate as she began to cum. She pressed her ass back against me as her orgasm overtook her. I was ready, too, and as I fucked my sister-in-law I came inside her. I held her to me as we rocked back and forth in rhythm.

“Squeeze my breasts!” Her voice was rough with desire. My hands obeyed, and my cock held hard inside her pussy as I felt her full, fleshy tits. We stayed like this for a few more moments. I kept thrusting in and out of her until my cock was spent.

Then we lay down on the bed and cuddled some more, my arms around her and holding her breasts. I flicked her large nipples gently while we talked about our sex lives.
“I cannot believe Tammy doesn’t have a sex drive”, April said. “She must be a lesbian, based on what you’ve told me, and what she and I have talked about, or else she is just messed up. You love sex too much for it to be your fault.” She paused. “We should change spouses when we want to make love. That way we all get what we want.” We both laughed.

After some more kissing, and some serious breast-licking and –sucking that she never wanted to stop, we decided we needed one last fuck before leaving. We continued our foreplay in more earnest now, and both of us were getting aroused. My cock pressed against her as I lay between her thighs.
She ground against me with her bush, her pussy lips spreading around the shaft of my manhood. Just then it hit me. “I didn’t use a condom, April!” The last thing we needed was for her to get—April interrupted my thoughts.

“That’s my surprise, lover”, she said. “Tom and I have been talking about having another baby. We’re supposed to start tomorrow. But I’m starting today”, she chuckled.
“What?” I was shocked. “I thought this was supposed to be discrete?” She kissed me, grabbing me by my ass with both of her hands.
“I’m going to have your baby, if our time together today gives it to me. This maybe the first time we’ve fucked, but it won’t be the last. And I want your baby; especially after the way we just made love, Greg.”
“But our baby won’t look anything like your other kids”, I protested. She laughed gently, kissing me.
“That will be our secret, Greg.” I shrugged my shoulders. We had come to far already. I might as well enjoy the rest of the trip.

We began to kiss, and April spread her legs wide as I fed my seven inches of cock into her love tunnel. I was going to be a father again, most likely.
It felt so good to lie between her legs and fuck my sister-in-law! April was good-looking, and she had lost weight and kept it off for sometime now. Her breasts were a bit smaller than Tammy’s because of that, but if Tammy lost weight, April would have bigger breasts.

I had always been attracted to April, and now we were trying to get pregnant to have a symbol of our desire for each other with us forever. I doubted, though, if she and Tom would name the baby after me, if it was a boy. Ha!
April spread her arms out, too, as if to say, “I am fully yours. I surrender myself to you!” I wrapped my arms around her body and we French-kissed. My tongue thrusts were timed with my cock thrusts, and it sent her over the edge.

Her pussy tightened around me (something Tammy never could or would exercise to do) and we kept fucking until she began to cum. By this time I couldn’t hold on either, and I released my load inside her.

April whispered in my ear as I finished my thrusts and collapsed on top of her, “I’m having your baby, Greg.” It was a lovely end to a wonderful afternoon.
Afterwards, we sat up and talked about our next tryst. I fondled her breasts, and she played with my balls and spent cock. “Okay”, she said, “so you want me to ride you (that’s for my pleasure), and I want you to fuck me while I sit on the table. Oh, and I—I want to try anal.” She looked at me shyly and giggled.
“You’ve never done anal either?” I asked, laughing. She shook her head. “We both have boring partners. Boring!” She started to get dressed, but I stopped her.
“I want your bra and panties, April.” Her mouth dropped open. “What, as souvenirs? No way!” I held my hand out. “I want to take them home and mix them with Tammy’s stuff, as a joke. She won’t know what to think.”

“Well, her and I are different bra sizes”, she protested. “She’s what, a 36C or D, and I’m a 35C. She’d know immediately it wasn’t hers. And my panties…” I cut her off.
“Are much smaller than hers, I know”, I said. “But it will be our joke, and I’ll plead ignorance. What? Am I going to bring a woman home to our house to fuck with your dad down the street? I’m not an idiot, April. No, I want your bra and panties and souvenirs and to mess with Tammy. Give them to me. You’re probably having my baby, anyway.”
That settled it. April handed over her underwear and began to get dressed. “Wait”, she said. “Then you have to give me your boxers.” I just nodded and she picked them off the floor and stuffed them in her purse.

After we finished dressing we stood by the door of the room and kissed some more. I couldn’t keep from rubbing her between her legs! April grinned and pulled away, then dropped to her knees and unzipped my jeans. “One for the road?” She looked up at me and smiled.
It was the best time I had ever had with my in-laws. But it was just the beginning.