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   Seduce My Man Little Girl (MF) By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)

   My husband is the greatest man in the world.

   I've had that thought many times over the last eight years.  I know it's
hyperbole but I believe it.  The best father, the best husband and the best
man there could ever be.  He's a giver.  He moves through life with a quiet
ease, always trusting in a kind word where others often resort to shouting
and demands.

   For example, he doesn't hustle and con at his work.  As a site manager
for a large construction firm, everyone trusts him implicitly.  They go to
my husband for straight answers and simple solutions.  He wasn't promoted
quickly but every step ahead he's made has come from pure merit when he was
right for the job.

   He's making pretty good money now.  We were a two income couple for a
few years and that was great but we always knew we wanted a family and now
we have one.

   Motherhood agrees with me.  There was a time I was afraid it wouldn't.
When I was young, having children seemed like a scary burden.  A way to
ruin your life.  It's certainly true for a lot of girls.  After all, I had
plans.  I wanted to be independent and successful.  Hell, as a CPA, I still
get calls from recruiters several times a year.

   I'll probably go back to that some day.  It's good to have money, for
lots of reasons.  But for now, there are more important things.

   I caught myself staring at my husband, unconsciously rubbing my
expanding belly under my sweatshirt.  He was just setting down the grilled
cheese sandwich he'd made for Emma, our youngest.  Youngest for now, at
least.  She was wiggling in her booster seat and reaching for it as he cut
it in half, diagonally.  She squealed when she got her hands on it. 
Apparently mashing the bread in her fists was the thrill of a lifetime.

   Ben, a couple years older, was studiously taking bites from his own
sandwich all around the outside.  Around and around it went in his hands,
getting smaller and smaller.  I saw that he had also bitten each of his
baby carrots in half.  The little guy likes symmetry, a lot like his
father.

   Seeing my husband with them made all my womanly instincts dance with
joy. To be loved and to love in return.  To be safe and happy.  To have
another life growing in me, so close to joining our family.

   He treats me like a queen when I deserve it and sometimes when I don't.
He respects me as a partner in life and I trust him absolutely.  And he
drives the horny slut that lurks just beneath my skin wild on a regular
basis.

   Please excuse me.  Like I said, all my womanly juices were flowing.

   The kids were getting an early dinner because it was date night.  It was
just going to be dinner but we'd picked a pretty high-end place and planned
to take our time.  With my due date nearing, this was going to be our last
time alone together for a while.

   But right that second I had an urge to be alone with my man before
dinner and before the babysitter arrived.

   "Honey, come help me with my dress?" I asked as I tried not to waddle on
my way to our bedroom.  Ronald made one last attempt to salvage Emma's
sandwich but had to just leave her to shove the wreckage in her mouth by
the tiny fist-full.

   He followed me into the bedroom, I hope unsuspecting.  I let him pass me
and shut the door behind him.  And locked it.

   He looked at me with a questioning tilt of the head but with a glint in
his eye.  Probably a reflection of the gleam in mine.

   At 5'10", Ron's just a little taller than I.  Skinny without trying to
be, what he lacks in muscle tone he makes up for in clean lines.  I've
always loved the way he looks in flat-front slacks and a button-down shirt.

   But at the moment, those pants are in the way.

   We locked eyes while I loosened his belt and lowered his fly.  I knew
his hot package would be twitching and swelling already.

   I pulled down his pants and shorts and there it was, growing before my
eyes.  I pushed him back to sit on the side of the bed.  I braced myself on
his knees as I eased myself down to the floor.

   This is probably a little sick but I caressed my belly as I knelt
between his legs and peered up at him.  "Baby needs some protein," I said.

   Not sure he liked that.  He made a face.

   He liked it a lot more when I slid his stiff meat into my mouth and
massaged his head with my throat.

   In my life, I haven't always been a good girl.  The forbidden and the
inappropriate excites me.  I may be a one man girl these days but I've
given a lot of head to a lot of guys and I'm pretty awesome at it.

   It helps that Ron lets me practice on him whenever I want.

   Ron fed me that protein probably more quickly than he'd ever want to
admit to anyone but it made us both happy.

   I was still on my knees and could still feel the warmth of his seed in
my mouth when the doorbell rang.  Laura the babysitter was here.

   The juxtaposition of events in that moment sparked a positively
diabolical idea in my dirty little head.  Mr.  Fantastic was going to
really get a treat after dinner.

   *****

   We've been in this house six years.  I'm only thirty-three but already
I'm beginning to view the passage of time differently.  Six years doesn't
seem so terribly long to me anymore but in the life of someone like Laura,
a lot can happen.

   She was a little pixie of twelve when we moved into her neighborhood. 
The first time she babysat for us, she was fifteen.  I can't say we're
close but we've kind of been on the periphery of each other's lives for a
while now.  And they have been formative years for Laura.  She turned
eighteen this year and has turned into quite a young woman.

   She lives a couple blocks away and is the oldest of three.  Because I'm
younger (and so she assumes more hip) than her mother and not a family
member necessarily obligated to blab her secrets, she has come to me a
handful of times with the kinds of questions young women of her age have.
I've tried to be open and supportive with her while not contributing to any
kind of delinquent behavior.  Of course, my personal bar for what is
acceptable behavior isn't necessarily the same as everyone else's.

   For the record, at her age, I was never reckless and I had high
standards.  But I liked attention and had virtually no shame so I managed
to have a string of educational and exciting adventures with carefully
selected partners.

   I was slightly heavy as a teen but always carried it well.  I started
watching my diet in college and managed to reign in a slight over-abundance
of curves.  But when I had been heavier, it hadn't been an obstacle to
gaining boys' interest.  I had all the parts they were interested in and
they stayed in the right places.

   When I see Laura now, it almost frightens me what she must do to the
young male libido.  The girl was cute when she was younger; at eighteen
she's exactly the kind of hard-body I used to hate.

   I let Ron do up his pants and go greet the sitter while I dressed
without help.  After all, I wasn't exactly stuffing myself into something
slinky.

   When I returned to the kitchen, what I saw was very interesting.  Ben
was unwrapping a Little Debbie oatmeal cookie and Ron was trying to clean
Emma up.  There was cheese and grease everywhere.

   Laura was watching my husband.  There was a look on her face that was
instantly recognizable.  The naked appreciation of a female for a male.

   Exactly what I wanted to see.  In the last year or so, I'd seen that
look in her eyes more than once and each time for my husband.

   She didn't know I was there yet so while she stared at my man, I
appraised her.  She was in a light gray pull-over with a loose collar but
it hugged her chest and waist closely.  One red bra strap was visible and I
think it was one of the thick, slightly padded bras.  It made her look
bigger than I knew she was but hid the actual form of her breasts.  I
always thought that style made a girl look unintentionally frumpy.

   Her blue jeans with some rainbow stitching on the pockets and waistline
looked like they were absolutely painted on.  I could tell she was wearing
bikini-cut panties with just a glance.

   Laura's hair had been every color possible over the years we'd known
her. She was currently wearing it straight, letting an old blond dye job
fade at the tips while most of it was her natural mahogany color. 
Honestly, I thought it was a bit unfaltering; the two-tone look didn't
work.

   She noticed me with a start and smiled uncomfortably at me.  She
probably didn't realize just how lustfully she'd been looking at my man but
she knew she'd been staring.  "Hey Christi!" she said, covering her
fluster. "You look nice.  Just a few weeks left, right?"

   My third pregnancy was going well and I felt pretty good.  I was wearing
the one nice maternity dress I had; I first bought it when I was carrying
Emma and determined not to be a shut-in.  It was eggshell blue with layered
ruffles at the bodice and lots of room beneath.  If there could ever be a
combination between a cocktail dress and a muumuu, this dress approached
it.

   Ron was pretty focused on Emma still.  I wandered across the kitchen and
closed on Laura.  She was relatively tiny; about 5'1" I think and trim like
a gymnast.  I happened to know the only athletics she'd ever been involved
with was swimming several years ago but some people are just blessed
genetically.  Of course, lots of people looked good at her age; who knew
what her future held.  Laura's mom was no taller but quite a bit wider.

   At any rate, I was almost a head taller with her in sneakers and I in
two-inch heels.  I got rather close to her, close enough to very definitely
look down at her.  I ran my gaze up and down her body.  I'm not sure
exactly what my eyes showed right then but Laura went very still and shrunk
down just the tiniest bit.

   "Thanks, honey.  You look good too.  Seems like you've got a better body
every time I see you." I don't think I've ever called her honey or dear or
anything like that before.

   Laura was looking very conflicted.  I don't think Ron had heard my
comment.  He was gathering Emma up and carried her off to the bathroom with
Ben following.

   When I was sure Ron was out of earshot, I backed away just slightly. 
"Any new notches on your bedpost, sweetie?"

   As I said, Laura had come to me with a few questions over the years and
a couple of confidences.  I knew she was no longer a virgin.  In fact, I
knew the name of the boy who had plucked her flower.  And the name of
another boy she'd allowed between her legs after that.

   But I'd certainly never quizzed her about her sex life before.  I knew
my behavior was going to freak her out just a little; I wanted to see how
much she'd squirm or if she would squirm at all.

   She took a moment to gather herself but answered with a steady voice. 
"I've seen Tommy a couple more times.  It's getting better I think.  A
little."

   Laura was a bit let down by sex.  She was sticking with boys her own
age, sensibly enough, and they were failing to light off firecrackers. 
She'd come to me with some concerns.  I'd told her she needed to be patient
and that there was a bit of a learning curve for everyone.  That her
experience was typical.

   "You know, I've been thinking," I began, leaning a hip against the
kitchen counter.  "If you're not too attached to Tommy, maybe you should
find someone a little older.  You know, just to make sure you're doing it
right."

   She blushed then.  "I don't love Tommy or anything.  But I trust him.  I
wouldn't be safe with just any guy."

   It was practically the perfect answer.  Both to show her own good sense
and for my own purposes.  "Yeah, trust is important.  You can't open
yourself to just anyone." I heard my husband and children returning.  I
passed Laura and walked into the living room, reaching for my bag and wrap.
"Maybe try to think of someone a little older you've known for a while and
trust.  And who you're attracted too of course."

   I looked up and down her body one more time.  "It goes without saying,
you can seduce any man you care to." I did place just the slightest
emphasis on the word man.  To differentiate it from boy.

   Laura was a bit jittery for the rest of the short time before Ronald and
I left.  I saw her shy away from my husband twice and she kept wiping her
hands on her thighs.

   As we were leaving I asked her, "Your folks are out of town, right?"

   She had Emma in her lap paging through the TV menu looking for a movie
or something.  "Yeah, they took the brats to the lake for the weekend.  I'm
just glad to get a break from them all."

   I patted Ron's butt as he passed me out the door.  I don't think Laura
caught that, curse the luck.  Don't think Ron knew what to make of it
either.  "Remind me to make sure Ron walks you home tonight.  Don't want
you entering a dark house alone."

   Ron was lingering patiently on the porch.  "Sorry to ruin your Friday
with this.  Really appreciate it." Laura made a dismissive wave with her
hand.  But still, I made her a promise.  "We'll need to find a way for Ron
to make it up to you."

   They both gave me such odd looks as they puzzled through my wording.

   A seed had been planted.  I was already making plans on how to nurture
it.

   *****

   By this time, you probably have a notion of what I was planning. 
Especially if you're reading my tale in the kinds of places it's likely to
show up.  There's a few things I want to get out of the way.

   Ron and I do not have an open marriage.  We don't swing or share or live
any kind of "life style".  We're comfortable with each other and trusting
and we have shared many fantasies.  We don't pretend to not notice other
people of the opposite sex and will tease each other from time to time
about who each of us has the hots for.

   ....  subject....  object.  I guess that would be whom each of us has
the hots for.

   So, we don't have a history of spouse sharing but it's never been
absolutely off the table.  More of something we liked to joke about and get
a little hotter thinking about.

   I know that Ron can get just a little self-conscious about being
attracted to teens.  I have no problem with it but he doesn't want to be a
leering creep.  Well, I mean, I don't want him to be that either; if I
thought anything about my husband made anyone uncomfortable he'd hear about
it, I can assure you.  But I have a hard time imagining the man I love ever
doing anything to make another person feel unsafe or weird.

   All that being said, Laura was a hot, tight piece of ass and I'm dead
certain Ron had noticed.  And though I may be a bit biased about my man's
hunk-factor, there was no mistaking the looks Laura had been giving him.

   So I didn't think the mission I had set myself for the night would be
much of a challenge.

   *****

   Ron and I tease each other about sex and hot members of the opposite sex
quite a bit.  I won't say I don't have a jealous bone in my body but I have
no trouble separating the abstract from the immanent.

   On the other hand, I already mentioned how touchy Ron is about
"jailbait" and I usually bite my tongue when it comes to things like the
neighborhood teens spending all summer in bikini tops and short shorts.

   Tonight though, I was going to make him squirm in the best way possible.

   "My god, wasn't Laura's little ass amazing in those jeans?  I swear I
could see her pores.  And read the label on those little panties."

   That definitely made Ron uncomfortable.  He didn't deny noticing said
attributes but he sidestepped the subject.  "Something like that can't be
comfortable.  You ladies really don't have to do that you know.  Men are
going to notice no matter what a girl wears."

   I rolled my eyes.  "Oh please, you all drool over that stuff.  Right, I
know, you don't think you do but you don't see the look in your own eyes.
We see the looks and we get off on it when we're the target."

   Ron drove silently, probably trying not to think of the babysitter's
fine ass.  I went on.  "I've tried to explain to you before what makes a
girl feel sexy.  We wear the clothes for you but that's just a means to an
end.  What *I* get out of it is the thrill of knowing I'm the sole focus of
someone's attention."

   "We love to be admired and wanted.  We know it means you're hard for us
and that makes us so wet and so jumbled feeling inside."

   Ron's hands were tight on the wheel.  "It's a good thing you already
swallowed my load, dirty girl.  Talk like that can make us late for our
reservations."

   I smiled at him innocently and let a couple more minutes pass in
silence. But then I piped up again.  "Shame about the bra though.  I need
to have a talk with that girl.  The padding does nothing for her; she needs
to show her shape."

   I gently stroked my husband's thigh.  "But you know what they look like,
don't you?  I don't think she put on a shirt all last summer.  She'd
outgrown half the tops she kept on wearing.  Fuck, and those hard little
nipples?" I made tasty sounds.

   I sighed.  "It's a wonderful time in a girl's life when the apricots
become peaches."

   One more minute passed in silence.  "She only got her cherry popped,
what, three months ago?  Such an exciting time for her."

   The car literally swerved.  Ron looked at me aghast, "What the hell are
you trying to do?  Kill us?  And that's not the kind of information you
should share with me!"

   He focused on the road.  "Seriously, what's got into you?"

   I shrugged but chose to dial back the pressure for now.  "Hormones, I
guess."

   By the way, I know that "time in a young woman's life" is actually rife
with stress and fear and every kind of pressure in the world. 
Nevertheless, later, when you look back on it, it still seems magical.

   *****

   I am happy to say my husband and I aren't terribly attached to our
phones.  Status updates and browsing memes or Pinterest just aren't things
that suck us in.  We don't need rules about phones at the table or anything
like that because it just doesn't come up.

   The meal was fantastic.  We were both taking our time.  My salmon was in
a delicate butter and cream sauce that didn't actually carry strong flavors
but made the salmon feel divine on my tongue.  Ron was also enjoying his
crab legs and clams.

   It wasn't a big deal when I took out my phone and texted Laura to check
on the kids.  Perfectly normal "mom" behavior.

   ~<b>Everything under control?</b>

   I set the phone aside.  Two bites of pilaf later it buzzed.

   ~<i>Of course.  The fire department almost has the fire out.</i>

   I deserved that.  But she was feeling sassy.  That was good.

   ~<b>Just as long as you don't have a boy over.  Or boys.</b>

   I sipped my iced tea.  It was the only downer of the meal.  It tasted
just a bit off and I was missing wine.

   ~<i>Who says I don't?</i>

   ~<b>Oh, well then I hope they're treating you right.  Any of your boy
toys ever give YOU head?</b>

   There was something of a delay before the next response.  Ron had
started giving me a look.  Not unhappy.  Curious.

   ~<i>No.  But they always expect me to do it for them.</i>

   ~<b>And?</b>

   ~<i>And it's not the most disgusting thing in the world but sometimes
they...  finish.</i>

   I smiled at that.  ~<b>I told you, that's how they are when they're
young.  As it happens, I enjoy giving head.  And getting, of course.</b>

   I sent that but continued typing.~<b>In fact, I was blowing Ron in the
bedroom just, like, a minute before you got there.</b>

   I caught Ron trying to read the texts.  I have him an enigmatic smile
and angled it away from him.  Laura answered ~<i>Bull-ony</i>

   ~<b>I'm serious.  Gotta keep him interested even when I'm the size of a
house.</b>

   ~<i>Do you actually enjoy it?</i>

   ~<b>Sure.  Making another person feel that good is inherently rewarding.
Makes me feel, I don't know, powerful in a way.</b>

   I turned the phone over.  When it didn't buzz again for a few minutes,
Ron asked.  "Everything fine at home?

   "Of course.  Laura was just asking me about blowjobs." I didn't time my
response quite right...  if I had waited two seconds I probably could have
gotten a genuine spit-take.  Ron set his drink down and gritted his teeth.
"What?"

   I shrugged.  "The girl's at that age and I'm a worldly older woman.  She
has questions." I think Ron chose to believe I was joking.

   I needed to move the process forward.  I texted Laura, ~<b>I don't think
I told you about it when Ron got a vasectomy a few months ago, did I?</b>

   ~<i>No, you didn't.  Did it go ok?  Why are you telling me now?</i>

   ~<b>It went perfectly.  He's firing blanks now but let me tell you, he's
always loaded.</b>

   I continued before she could respond, if she even would have. 
~<b>You've probably never felt a man cum in your pussy, have you?  It feels
so much better than with a condom or pulling out.</b>

   ~<i>Those pregnancy hormones must be some crazy shit, Christi.  I don't
think I want to talk about this.</i>

   ~<b>Yeah, it's probably the hormones talking.  Thinking about you
seducing an older man and letting him cream in you probably shouldn't make
me wet like it is.</b>

   She didn't respond to that one and I let it drop for the rest of the
meal.

   When the bill came, I grabbed our copy of the receipt and the pen and
wrote two words on the back in big letters and added my signature.  Then I
folded it up and stuck it in my bra.

   As we were leaving, Ron asked, "So are you feeling better?"

   "I'm feeling fine.  What do you mean?"

   "Well, you were flushed earlier and they way you were holding your
phone...  what was going on?"

   "I was giving Laura pointers on seducing older men.  Made me a little
horny."

   He looked at me bug-eyed.  "Chris....  seriously, are you okay?  Mood
swings are one thing but you may be losing it."

   I kissed him on the nose and patted his ass.  "Don't worry, honey.  I'm
just the right amount of crazy."

   *****

   During the car ride home, I texted the babysitter again.  <b>We've
started for home.  You looked so hot tonight but there's one thing you
should change.</b>

   While I waited for her to respond I asked Ron, "Which do you like
better; Laura's tight little ass or those perky tits?" It was a rhetorical
question.  My man is a breast man.

   Ron was getting a little peeved now.  "You're walking her home tonight,
Chris.  This is getting weird and now I don't feel like I should be
anywhere near her."

   A message arrived.  <I>Change what?</i>

   "What's wrong, dear?  Don't think you can control yourself?  I trust
you. I'm sure Laura does too."

   ~<b>That padded bra isn't flattering at all.  Forget size.  Men will
want to see your natural shape.</b>

   Ron didn't answer me.  While I was waiting again for Laura I went on. 
"I mean, if she tries to seduce you, that would be a different story I
guess.  Do you dream of hot little teens seducing you, love?"

   "I'm fantasizing about pulling over and letting you walk home.  But
since you don't currently seem to be in a right state of mind, that would
be really irresponsible."

   Laura hadn't answered.  I pushed.  I think maybe I had cracked in the
brain just a little.  I almost felt like I was past the point of no return
even though obviously I wasn't.  ~<b>Take it off now.  Take your bra off
before we get there.  I guarantee Ron will notice.</b>

   "Yes.  Please don't shove me out the door." I said distractedly.  "Then
I won't be there to protect you from the babysitter's urges."

   I squeezed his thigh tightly and felt his whole right side twitch.  "Oh
wait, I'm not going to do that anyway.  As far as I'm concerned, it's open
season."

   The final couple miles rolled by, Ron jumpy and shooting me confused
scowls.  Laura took her damn time responding too.

   <i>Chris?  Are you saying you want something to happen between me and
Rob?</i>

   <b>Do you have the bra off yet?  We're pulling in.  YES.  Ron doesn't
know yet but I've been teasing him.  Hold on, he's already getting out of
the car.</b>

   In my rush, I struggled to pull myself up out of the car.  My pregnancy
doesn't usually slow me down much but haste makes waste.  I hustled up the
walk behind my husband.

   Laura opened the door as he reached the steps.  He was stuck, forced to
face her.

   That clingy gray top was pulled tight in all the right places.  Ron's
eyes froze on her hard little nipples.  My heart pounded in my ears. 
Laura's mouth hung slack, her soft lips unintentionally inviting.  She
flushed under my husband's helpless, trapped gaze.

   Crickets chirped and the tableau lingered far beyond what was
comfortable.

   Finally, I brushed past my husband and took Laura by the arm.  "Kids all
tucked in?" I asked as if nothing were amiss.

   Laura made an indecipherable reply as I led her through the living room
and into the kitchen.

   I turned her to face me and I appraised her.  She was nubile and
vulnerable looking.  Her breasts were just as delicious looking as I knew
they'd be, the shirt virtually molded to them.  Perhaps I should give Laura
some credit; that bra was probably intentional camouflage.  Without it, she
was just too damn sexy.  "Okay Laura, this is it.  It's up to you to make
the move."

   She was shrinking in on herself.  "What, here?  With you?"

   "No, but save that thought.  Ron will walk you home.  If you want to
find out what good sex is like, seduce him."

   She looked ready to bolt.  Obviously, I wasn't going to force her but I
felt a pep talk was in order.  A quiet pep talk.  "Laura, if you don't make
love to my husband tonight, you'll always wonder what you missed.  Ron's
good and being with you will make him so horny, he'll be like a teenager
himself except he'll really know what he's doing."

   I leaned close.  "Keep him all night.  Let him cum inside you.  Demand
that he eat you out until your brain fries.  Taste him.  Make love to him."

   She swallowed and schooled herself.  And she nodded.  I swear her little
nipples grew in front of my eyes.

   I hugged her close for a moment.  "When you get him to the point that
the only thing stopping him is that fact that he's married, tell him to
check his shirt pocket.  I'm going to leave him a note to let him know I
want this."

   I turned and led her back toward the living room.  I called out, "Do you
have Laura's money?"

   He seemed to be half hiding in the corner.  He patted his pants pockets
and pulled out his billfold.  "Right, yes.  I have it right here." He
didn't quite stammer.

   I stepped close to him and straightened his collar and brushed back his
hair.  Gestures I'd made a million times.  I plucked his shirt straight and
slid my hand down his chest, smiling at him.

   I was very proud of myself that he hadn't noticed me slip the note into
his pocket.

   "Laura's house is completely empty.  Her entire family is out of town
and she'll be alone tonight." I held his gaze.  I didn't leer or wink, I
just made sure he was listening.  "Walk her home and make sure she gets in
safe.  Maybe check out the house for her."

   "Chris..." he said, pleading.  Did he think I was testing him?  Just
teasing him?  Did he suspect the extent of what I wanted to happen?

   I ushered them out the door.  I think Laura was really warming to the
idea.  She had eyes only for my man.  Ron, on the other hand, was looking
everywhere but at the hot little babysitter.

   I watched them make their way down the sidewalk and turn right.  Her
house was only about three blocks away.  I was already fantasizing about
what she might say to him along the way.  What she might do.

   Turning back to the living room, a thought occurred to me.  I scanned
the room, looking and thinking.  If I were a hot-to-trot babysitter, where
would I...

   Of course.  I pulled the cushion from the couch and found Laura's red
bra.  Smiling, I fingered the little gel inserts in the cups.  They were
still warm.

   *****

   I wasn't present for any of the amazing things that came next of course.
But I made Ron tell me everything that happened and got Laura to fill in
some details as well.  And of course, I have the pictures.

   But that's getting ahead of the story.

   At any rate, here's the way they say it happened.  At least, how I
envision what they described and maybe a little bit how I fantasize about
it.

   The first block passed in silence, aside from crickets and chuch-swish
of sprinklers.  Laura broke the tension innocently enough.  "Thanks for
walking me.  I really don't like going into an empty house at night."

   "No problem," Ron answered.  They passed a couple more houses in
silence.

   "Can I ask you something?  I need advice and I think I need to hear it
from a man."

   Ron's steps slowed.  "I suppose," he said uncertainly.

   "Every time I'm with my boyfriend he wants me to suck him.  And that's
fine, I'm willing to do it.  But he never goes down on me.  Not once."

   This brought Ron to a halt, momentarily at a loss for words.  Laura went
on, "Guys do really do that though, right?  Eating pussy isn't just a porn
thing, is it?" Laura told me she was proud her voice remained steady.  I
like to imagine that she was just as poised and mature as she tells me she
was.

   Rob, not so much.  "Woha, no.  Laura, I'm not going to talk to you about
that stuff.  No, completely inappropriate."

   Laura continued walking, forcing Ron to follow.  "Oh, come on.  Who else
can I ask?  I know Chris is a very happy woman.  Do you ever go down on
her?"

   "That is both private and inappropriate to discuss with someone your
age."

   Laura rolled her eyes.  "I'm eighteen, Rob.  I've had sex.  I just want
to know if I could be doing it better."

   Ron didn't answer.  I'm proud of little Laura.  She kept pushing.  "So,
do you do it?  Did you do it with girls before Christie?"

   Ron finally gave a clipped, "Yes."

   "Cool.  I knew it.  Does it matter if the girl's shaved?  I only trim my
bush a bit."

   "Laura, that's enough."

   "Awww, don't be like that.  Does Christi shave or wax or anything?"

   They were very near her house by this point.  She turned and looked up
at my husband with a raised eyebrow.  Her sudden halt brought them close.
"Does she orgasm when you eat her?" she asked quietly.

   "Go in the house, Laura.  I know Chris had something to do with this so
I'm not angry at you.  But I'm leaving."

   She grabbed my man's hand.  The poor girl had gotten herself excited and
didn't want to lose this opportunity.  She pressed his hand to her perky
little peach and lowered her voice.  "Don't go, please.  Come inside so I
feel safe."

   Ron completely rebuffed her.  He felt the tautness of her nipple and the
perky pliancy of her breast but it didn't sway him.  I guess I should be
glad.  No, let me be clear.  I am very glad Ron is who he is and I would
expect nothing else from him.  Both because of his devotion to me and
because Laura was, in reality, an innocent girl seemingly acting foolishly.

   He pulled his hand away from her thinly covered breast and stepped away.
Laura followed and grabbed his arm, this time just to slow him.  "Please,
Rob.  I've been thinking about you all night.  I really want you to...  I
want you.  I want to learn what's like like to be with a full grown man
that knows how to treat a full grown woman."

   He shrugged her off again.  "Laura, that can't happen."

   "Check your shirt pocket."

   "Huh?" The request didn't make sense.

   "Christi left a note for you in your shirt pocket."

   Ron fished for it for a moment, feeling the receipt.  He pulled it out
and looked at it.  Seeing only our bill, he turned it over.

   There were just two words and my familiar signature.

   *Hall Pass*

   He knew what it meant of course.  We've teased each other about an open
marriage and things like which people in our lives we might get a chance at
but never discussed it as a serious possibility.

   Now for the first time, he knew he had my blessing.  Fortunately, he
didn't have to worry about this being some kind of trap or test.  We simply
would never jerk each other around like that.  He knew I was legitimately
giving him permission to make love to Laura.

   That left just one hangup.  Laura could see the conflict still in his
eyes.  She got close to him again, the fingers of one hand softly at his
waste.  "I'm not a virgin Rob.  And Christi told me about your operation."
Her fingers brushed his stomach.  He couldn't help but stare down at her
clinging shirt.

   "I want to feel your naked cock inside me.  Please."

   That girl has some skill, let me tell you.  She knew how to set the hook
without chasing the prey away.  She turned from my husband then and climbed
the porch steps, fishing her keys out.  She'd made her request; now she let
it sit with him a bit.  And coincidently gave him a great look at her ass.

   The porch light was on as were the lights in the front room.  She opened
the door and stood just inside, looking back at him.  Her gaze spoke
volumes but she wasn't going to beg him.  She knew she was freely offering
him a treasure.  She did have just one thing more to say.

   "You can stay all night if you want.  There must be so much you can
teach me."

   Ron was of course very turned on by this seduction but was still only
half convinced it was anything but a bad idea.

   It was her silhouette in the door that broke the barrier.  She was, in
his words as he later told the story, "Too fucking perfect to say no to."

   The best part is, once Ron decided to go through with it, he took
command.

   I fucking love it when my husband takes command.

   He neatly folded up the hall pass note and tucked it back into his
pocket.  Then he strode up the stairs and stopped just short of Laura, both
standing in the doorway.  He looked down at her, eyes hot.  I know a chill
ran up Laura's body and she flushed.  He put a hand under her arm, his
thumb resting on her breast.  It was a firm touch signifying control.

   "Say it again Laura.  This is your chance to back out.  Ask me to fuck
you."

   Her little pussy clasped at the word fuck.  "Yes Rob, please fuck me."

   Ron nudged her into the house and shut the door.  His gaze was even
hotter.  There was one more test he needed.  He took the back of her head
by her hair and tipped it back.  His intent was plain in his eyes.  She
parted her lips in anticipation.

   My husband kissed the babysitter.  His tongue (oh, god, that wonderful,
evil tongue) laid claim to hers.

   Laura had French kissed before but the way Ron made her feel right then
was a revelation.  He pulled her body to his.  He took control of her
entirely.

   Her legs went weak.

   The kiss lasted longer than her boyfriend usually lasted altogether. 
When Ron finally released her, he picked her up as if she might faint.

   Yeah, I know.  Wasn't going to happen.  Ron and Laura have slightly
different takes on a few of these details.  She really liked the kiss and
enjoyed being lifted into his arms.  He thought she outright swooned.

   Holding her in his arms, he looked around her family room.  "If you have
no objections, shall we use your parent's room?"

   Laura smiled weakly.  "Oh yes, that sounds like fun."

   I said before that my man is slender.  When he carries me like that it's
always a bit of a struggle.  Of course, it's mostly a joke when he does it
anyway so it's fun.

   When Laura told me about Ron carrying her up the stairs to her parent's
bed, it was a different kind of story.  She's such a little thing.

   He felt powerful to the babysitter.  So confident.  The feeling didn't
end when he set her down in her parent's room.  He stood behind her and
pulled her body against his.  She wiggled eagerly in his grasp.  "Ohh, Ron
I can feel you.  You're hard already!" The firm tubular lump against the
small of her back was unmistakable.

   My husband buried his face in her hair, against her neck.  He drew in
her scent and kissed in a way I've always found even more interment than
tongue to tongue.  "Ohhh." Laura sighed and softened in his arms.

   Ron's hands found the snap of her jeans and undid them, drawing the
zipper down.  "I was wondering if these might just be painted on," he
murmured into her neck.  He caught her earlobe between just his lips and
plucked it as he peeled them down.

   He sank down along the back of her body as he lowered her pants.  It was
a bit of a struggle, in fact.  Laura twisted and hunched, helping work the
tight jeans down her legs.  Of course, this translated into a movement of
hips and ass that my husband found mesmerizing.  He let loose of her pants
while they were still bunched around her knees to grab the hard planes of
her ass.

   Laura bent forward, frantically trying to pull her jeans the rest of the
way off while Ron molested her ass.

   With a hop and a shout of triumph, the jeans were off.  This was
followed by a yelp and a giggle as Ron bit her ass through her ruby-red
bikini panties.

   He rose and spun her in his arms and laid another soul kiss across her
lips.  He swept his arms under hers and on cue, she hopped up into his
embrace and wrapped her teenage legs around his waist.

   He took four slow steps across the room toward the bed while their teeth
and tongues clashed.  He cock ached now, trapped in his slacks, but there
were a number of things he wanted to do to the hot little babysitter before
jumping to the finale.

   He lowered her to the bed and stood tall between her legs.  He swiftly
unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off.  "You know I want to see those
tits, Laura.  Take that shirt off if you want me to eat your sweet pussy."

   She swept the offending garment off in a blink and Ron just leered at
her tight, high-riding little hills.  She had a pronounced tan line that
was so cute against her healthy, sun-kissed glow and the deep pink of her
puffy nipples.

   Ron fell on her and inhaled one breast.  Her hand clawed his hair and
her back arched.  "Ahhh...  oh shit.  That feels amazing." Her eyes
squeezed shut as he sucked hard on her entire tit.

   While he snacked on her delightful chest, he pulled her panties down. 
She had to close her legs as he did so and he had to abandon her tits.  He
kissed down her flat stomach and nipped the folds of her navel with his
teeth as he worked the panties lower.  She wiggled her feet out of them and
spread her legs wide.

   Ron paused a moment to rise and look her in the eyes.  He gently pressed
a palm to her mound and let her folds begin to spread his fingers.  "Be
sure to say my name when you cum." He smiled devilishly at her as he
lowered himself to his knees and slid one long finger along her slick
crease.

   My Ron has lush lips for a man and a very quick tongue.  The guy has
sucked hundreds of climaxes straight out of my clit.  Poor little Laura had
no idea what was in store for her.

   She was wet and fragrant.  The tightly curled fur of her trimmed bush
did little to hide her pink blossom.  It was all dramatically framed by her
tan lines.

   Ron began low at the base of her slit.  That evil pink tongue that I
know and love barely split her lips at all on the first pass as he drew it
up along her crease.  Laura shivered and her legs wavered, half wanting to
close around his head, half eager to open wide for him.

   He didn't make contact with her clit that time but he saw the little
bump hiding in its shroud at the top of her mound.  He chuckled and wedged
his tongue in just a little deeper.

   "Oh god," was all that Laura could say, her hands gripping the
bedspread.

   Ron's lush lips and clever tongue coaxed her petals open wider and wider
as Laura's arousal escalated.  Already he had her hotter than she'd ever
been in her life.  He was so much better than her own fingers (there was no
point in making any comparison at all to a couple of fumbling boys whom's
names failed to cross her mind).  It wasn't that he touched places that she
couldn't because she could and did.  He touched her in ways she didn't know
she wanted until it happened, letting her squeaks and shudders show him the
way.

   My husband really started digging in.  He had his whole face buried in
the folds of her pussy.  Her feet found his shoulders and her body began to
twist and grind on him.  Her clitoris was centered on the bridge of his
nose.

   Ron gripped the tops of her thighs right against her hips and held her
firmly against his face.  "Oh god.  Oh Fuck, oh god.  This is...." Laura
panted rapidly and hunched against his face while his lips slurped her
juices directly from her hole and tongue dug against her walls.

   "Oh god, Ron.  I'm cumming!" She'd done as instructed, whether she
remembered the instruction or not, calling his name and riding the hot
climax over a cliff into roaring bliss.

   My husband kept his face planted in her creaming pussy, lapping up her
juices until she started to squirm away.  "Fuck, no.  I can't take any
more. Feels like my pussy's going to jump off my body."

   I'm not quite sure what that really meant but Ron insists that's what
she said.

   Ron got to his feet while she scooched up the bed and caught her breath.
"I knew you'd say my name.  I made you feel better than you have ever
before, didn't I?"

   Ron was feeling ballsy and who can blame him.  He had the hottest thing
in the neighborhood laid out naked in front of him and he'd just given her
a hell of a tongue lashing, so to speak.  Laura could only nod, trying to
put her brain back into her head.

   He began to undo his belt with relish.  "And now we're going to see what
you've learned about giving head."

   Laura stared as my husband lowered his fly and then his slacks.  He left
his boxer briefs on.  They were light gray and jockey length.  The
babysitter could plainly see his stiff manhood.

   He rounded the bed, drawing closer to her.  There was a small, dark
stain of pre-cum near his waistband.  She rolled once, bringing herself
close to the edge of the bed.  She'd regained some composure and gazed up
into my husband's eyes.  "I've never felt anything like that in my life.  I
feel amazing.  And I want to taste you so bad." She grabbed his waistband
and tugged it down past his balls.

   What did her wondering eyes behold?  Well, she told me she was very
impressed with my husband but just between us, Ron is very average.  He
just tops six inches and I can get my hand around him pretty well.  Though
I doubt little Laura can.  But he has a very pretty cock.  Straight as an
arrow, a bit darker than the rest of his pale skin and with a nice, strong
head on it.  I love to play with it to see all the different colors of
purple it changes.

   Laura had enough experience that she didn't try to do anything from an
uncomfortable position.  She tossed a pillow to the floor and slid down to
kneel on it.  As she did that, Ron kicked his shorts away and they were
both completely nude.

   Laura licked up his underside, breathing in his scent.  "Chris told me
she gave you a blowjob just before I got to your house earlier.  Is that
true?"

   Ron's hands went to her hair.  He'd later tell me that he didn't feel
self-conscious at all talking about his wife while being sucked by a
teenager.  "Yeah.  She was still swallowing my cum when the doorbell rang."

   Her tongue circled the rim of his cap and then caught a drop of his
lube. "I bet she's good.  I bet she keeps you real happy." Laura squeezed
his balls gently and the tip of her tongue toyed with his slit.

   "Fuck yes.  She can swallow every inch and loves to just let me fuck her
face."

   He's right, I love that.  I love it when the man I'm with just loses
control and takes what he needs.  Some women say that kind of thing makes
them feel like objects but I think it makes me the most important thing in
his world and that's exhilarating.

   "Let's see how much I can fit," she said.  She slid her lips over his
head and pulled him into her face.

   Ron went up on his tip-toes, both hands in her hair but letting her
control things.  He didn't plan on losing control with the little teen.

   Twice she froze and then backed off, fighting the gag reflex.  His fat
cap filled half her mouth all on its own and pinned her tongue down.

   "Oh fuck, your little mouth feels so good on my cock." With small hands
and a small mouth, little Laura was making my man feel very large.  Gagging
on one end while still having enough room for short strokes on the other.

   Laura felt him swell still further.  Fearing he was about to cum she
released him.  He wasn't quite as close as she thought but Ron didn't waste
time explaining.  With one hand in her hair and the other under her arm, he
lifted her to her feet.  His drool-covered cock slid around against her
flat stomach as he covered her mouth with his and palmed one of her little
chest-fruits.

   "Can you taste yourself?" he panted half into her mouth.  She moaned and
nodded.  "You think that tasty pussy's ready for my hard, naked cock?" Her
feet shifted with anxious arousal and she grabbed his soaked rod and pulled
on it.  Both groaned into each other's mouths.

   She fell away from him onto the bed.  Her legs went up and out without
any prodding and she said in the most sultry voice she could muster.  "Show
me what I've been missing."

   Ron planted his tip against her entrance and gazed down at her body in
fascination.  It's not as if Laura was super tiny but the contrast with
what he was used to was striking.  He realized he'd have to go slow.

   I have a confession to make.  After two children (and a third on the way
of course) and some very enthusiastic use of my furry treasure over the
years, my pussy is a bit on the loose side.  My hole is big and juicy and
Ron swears up and down that he absolutely loves sinking into it.  He's
certainly pumped many gallons of cum into it over the years.

   But as much as he loves going wild on my cunt, it was going to be a
special treat to wedge his horn into something tight and fresh.

   As wet as he had her, he actually didn't need to be as slow and gentle
as he was.  As I said, Ron's just average in the size department.  Don't
worry, he won't freak to hear me say that; he's a realist.  So he wasn't
noticeably larger than the couple of boys Laura had already been with.

   But he did go slow and that's not a bad thing.

   It was certainly a first for Laura.  Those boys hadn't had the
self-control to do anything other than shove it in.  She'd told me it hurt
when they put it in almost every time.  But they hadn't prepared her like
my man did.

   Hell, if they had they would have just shot off before completely
entering her.

   The slow advance of Ron's naked cock into her slicked-up honey-pot felt
amazing to Laura.  Fellas, take note.  We really, really like it when you
take your time both to get us ready and to open us up.

   When Ron's groin bumped her mound, Laura came a little.  "Oh god oh god
oh god.  That's so fucking cool." Ron snugged into her, pulled her ass half
off the bed.  He wrapped one arm around her leg and spread his other out
across her flat stomach.

   That's been one of Ron's moves since before we met.  I guess he gets
some kind of stronger connection and sense of control out of it.  He's told
me that feeling the woman's body like that, sort of holding her between his
hand as is dick just feels very natural to him.

   Laura liked it.  The tips of his fingers pressed into her abdomen and he
slowly drew himself out.  She grabbed his arm, her eyes big staring into
his.  When he felt the head of his cock tug at the inside of her lips, he
quickly pressed in again.

   Laura pulled against his arm and hunched her hips into his.  "Fuck yes.
Make me cum, Ron.  Please make me cum again!"

   "I love to hear you beg." He started a steady rhythm.  "Take my cock
little girl.  Cream all over my naked cock and scream!"

   She didn't start screaming right then but my man worked her over
magnificently.  Relentless, firm thrusts into her absolutely soaking cunt.
Rather than speeding up, Ron was subtly slowing his assault.  Each jab
sought to press deeper.  He held her pinned to the bed longer each time.

   Her young gash was creaming heavy for him, discharging thick and white
along his shaft.  Ron could feel her trembling at the brink.  Now he pulled
her up by the leg he had his arm around and lifted her ass high as he
jabbed in deeply.

   That triggered Laura's climax and she shouted wordlessly.  She bit her
lips and pulled at her hair and went stiff, arching her shoulders to the
comforter while Ron stood tall at the side of the bed with his cock held
deep inside her grasping sex.

   "You cumming, little lady?  Does my cock feel that good inside you?"

   "YES!" she cried out.  Breathing hard, she let her back relax against
the bed.  Puffing himself, Ron lowered her hips as well and he popped out
of her with a little spritz of her cream.  They both stared down at his red
and engorged member.  He stroked himself.  "Holy hell, look at your girl
cream all over my cock.  How fucking horny are you?"

   "That's your sperm, isn't it?" She asked, very gently tracing her pussy
lips, exploring her open and engorged sex.

   Ron chuckled, "Oh no sweet Laura.  It's all you." He stroked himself
tightly, making the head swell and darken even more.  "See how hard I still
am?"

   Laura didn't say a word.  She just stared at his soaked, raging cock and
stroked herself a little less gently.

   Her slit was too tasty a treat to pass up.  Ron went to his knees,
brushed her hand aside and buried his face in her again, slurping her
essence.

   Laura's eyes went very big.  She started to push his shoulder away but
couldn't bring herself to do it.  At first, she was too sensitive and the
sensation too intense but some part of her craved the spine-twisting feel
of it.

   Ron only spent about a minute glued to her flower before standing again.
He hadn't yet cum himself, after all.  "You ready to feel a man fill you up
completely now?"

   He took both her thighs and cinched her up against his jutting cock once
again.  He locked her gaze for a moment, checking for any hesitancy or
refusal.  Seeing nothing but dizzy desire, he sank into the babysitter
until his balls nudged her hard cheeks.

   Laura's arms were limp above her head.  She tossed her hair weakly but
swiveled her hips against his with more skill than she knew she had.  "Fuck
me again Ron.  Please come in my horny pussy."

   Ron has told me of his time with the babysitter more than once.  It's
definitely one of our favorite bedtime stories.  Talking about it turns us
both on a lot.  But I do confess, I'm not without some jealousy on the
subject.  When Ron really gets into telling the story, the way he talks
about Laura's perfect, nubile body is quite...  avid.

   Even lying on her back, Laura's perky little tits stood tall, wearing
her tan lines like a mask.  Ron has gone into great detail about the
souffle-shape of her puffy nipples and how their delicate pink color
deepened as her heart raced and her eyes rolled back.

   Her perfectly flat and bronzed stomach has that sexy crease that extends
above the navel.

   Her dark bush was trimmed close to her mound, just thick enough to hide
the hood of her tiny clitoris.

   She has narrow hips but an even narrower waist.  Every time Ron talks
about how small she was and how she seemed to fit in his hands, my pussy
drips but I also want to tear her eyes out for just a moment.

   We only share this story alone in bed when we're feeling randy.  My
usual response is to take Ron as hard as I possibly can.  To fuck my mouth
and cunt on his cock like a desperate, possessed woman.  Determined to
remind him what a woman with skill, love, depravity and maturity can do for
a guy.

   I guess I can see how my husband might be equally eager to show a horny
teen how good a real man can be.

   Although he was very close to release, Ron plowed Laura with firm
control.  With his hands at her waist, his thumbs almost met in the center
of her stomach.  He moved the girl at whim, sawing her body onto his wild
erection with finesse and power.

   Her little breasts were so firm, they jiggled only slightly under the
assault.

   Discovering new instincts, Laura's hand went to her mound and found her
little pearl.  "Fuck me, Ron!  Oh god, cum deep inside me." Her eyes were
practically spinning and her entire body was aflame.  "Christ!  I think I'm
going to cum again."

   Ron grunted.  "I'm going to shoot you so full your mom's going to be
scraping cum off the walls for weeks."

   I swear that's what he said.  I know.  Sexy but stupid.  Well, and
gross. And maybe not actually sexy.  Goofball.

   But that's about the time he did.  Cum I mean, not the walls thing.

   Ron stooped over, releasing her thighs and pressing his hands to be bed
near her shoulders.  Laura wrapped her teen legs around my man and ground
hard against him.  She felt him all the way inside her cunt.  Deep.  Deep
and throbbing and hard.  It had all been so slick and hot to have him naked
inside her.

   Ron huffed and tensed and pressed her to the bed and released the white
dragon.

   Yeah, he called it that once early in our relationship.  I haven't let
him forget.

   The hot pressure, the surge of his release was more than enough the make
the girl climax right along with him.

   They came hard and messy and supposedly, like, forever.

   *****

   I haven't gotten a very clear version of the story immediately following
that climax.  It's pretty fuzzy for both of them.  Eventually, they wound
up spooning quietly in the middle of the bed.  Ron held her close, arm
across her chest possessively.  Laura couldn't keep her fingers out of her
wet crease, toying with her sensitivity there.

   Laura's phone buzzed and dinged.  Neither of them responded.  A minute
later is buzzed again followed shortly after by a chirp from Ron's phone.

   "Guess who." Ron murmured near the babysitter's ear.

   "What do you suppose she wants?" Laura asked with a little trepidation.

   Ron hesitated before answering.  "I really don't know." He was a bit
worried I might have had second thoughts.  "For the record Laura, we've
never done anything like this before.  Chris set this up out of the blue."

   "So then?" she asked.

   Ron nudged her one way while he rolled the other way and sat up at the
side of the bed.  He reached down to his discarded slacks to pull out his
phone.  "We better find out."

   Laura started reading my texts.  They hadn't noticed the dozen or so I'd
sent over the previous fifteen minutes.

   The messages ranged from "Did you cum on his mouth?" to "Is he inside
you yet?" to "Can you deep throat him?"

   "Looks like she's really into this," Laura said.

   Ron just grunted.  I'd texted his phone a bunch of times as well but
they were much simpler.  He showed the string of messages to Laura.

   ~<b>Do her</b>

   ~<b>Do her</b>

   ~<b>Do it to her</b>

   ~<b>Fuck the hot little bitch</b>

   ~<b>Fuck her tight little teen slit</b>

   ~<b>Fuck her</b>

   ~<b>Just fuck her hard</b>

   Laura blinked.  I certainly was succinct.  The phone buzzed and another
message popped up.

   ~<b>Cream her fucking pussy!</B>

   Ron took the phone back and tapped out a response.

   ~<b><i>Keep your knickers on.  We're catching our breath.</i></b>

   The phone buzzed again immediately.

   ~<b>Tell my you came inside her.</b>

   Man and girl exchanged a look.  Ron asked softly, "Want to show her your
fucked pussy?"

   Laura picked her own phone back up.  "Use mine," she said and lay back
on the bed.  Spread her legs and teased her folds open.

   The photo Ron sent me from Laura's phone made my ears burn and my mouth
go dry.  She was blossomed open like an orchid, the thin, dark hair of her
pubes doing nothing to hide her pink, swollen mound.  She glistened.  And
looked well fucked.

   Her face was well out of the shot.  Laura's not a dummy.

   I responded to Laura's phone.

   ~<b>That pussy's been well fucked.</b>

   A little time went by.  I didn't know if Ron was getting dressed to
leave or they were in the shower together or he was eating her cream pie
out or what.

   Eventually, I got another pic.

   It was my husband's proud, upstanding cock.  Laura's small hand was
wrapped around the base and her upper body was visible between his legs. 
The head was pressed to her little cleavage, the slit glistening with
recent bubbles of lube or perhaps the babysitter's saliva.

   My Ronald's excited helmet was nearly as big as one of her firm titties.
He looked ready for action.

   Very shortly thereafter, another pic.  It showed only half his rod and
curtain of hair as Laura took him in her mouth.

   Laura described it later to me.  It was the first time she'd tasted
herself.  She'd never had the luxury of time in her furtive humps with her
boys.  Ron said she hummed and slobbered all over him, getting very excited
playing with his stiff member.

   I was torn with the desire to be there with them and see more and the
excitement of my husband being alone with the teen.

   They sent only one more pic.  It was a good five minutes later before I
got a shot of my man's cock half buried in her pink lips from behind.  One
hand clung for purchase on her hard little ass.  Laura's back curved down
and away, her spine defined by light and shadow.  Her head was bowed to the
mattress, face still hidden.

   Her hands were tight fists.  The picture was rather blurry, to be
honest. The couple was not holding still for it.

   This is always one of my favorite parts of the story.  Ron fucked her
right through one bed-pounding orgasm and didn't slow down.  The teen was
going crazy beneath him, clawing the covers and babbling nonsense about
shattering into little pieces.  She was again trapped between the
over-sensitivity of her sex and the absolute need to experience more.  Her
ass was all over the place.  One moment Ron was ramming her directly into
the bed, the next she was up on her knees and grinding against him.

   After my little gulp-and-go before dinner and leaving one load in Laura
already, Ron was set for the long haul.  Or he would have been if not for
the little issue of gasping lungs and burning legs.

   So he did the sensible thing and put the hard-bodied teen to work.  He
laid back on the bed and pulled Laura aboard and within seconds she was
hunching and grinding on top of him, racing to another educational and
mind-expanding climax.

   And not long after that, another.

   Though she was soaking wet, she was still the tightest thing Ron had
been inside for a very long time.  While she shuddered through that final
orgasm, Ron wrapped her in a tight embrace, one hand on her ass, the other
pulling her head to his shoulder.  His hips jabbed upward at her, fast and
rough as she came hard.

   He filled her with more of his thick white essence then, face buried in
her hair and hips arched and an animal groan of release.

   Laura lay on my husband for a very long time after that, her throbbing
pussy dribbling around his softening cock, both breathing hard and sweaty.

   Eventually, Laura said softly, "Thank you."

   Laura felt more than heard his deep 'hmmm' of contentment and he said,
"thank you too."

   By this time it was past midnight.  I'd fallen asleep on the couch in
our home, I think.  I had some very vivid dreams.  Those dreams eventually
woke me.  I checked on the kids and got myself to bed where I gently petted
myself to release while thinking about my husband and the babysitter.

   The night wasn't over for them.  They showered together, each exploring
the other's body in great detail.  As you might imagine, Ron's cock did not
rise again for quite some time.  But there in the master bath in the home
of the babysitter, amid her mother's cosmetics and father's razor, Ron had
her hoisted onto the sink and ate her out once again while gently teasing
her tight little rear passage with his fingertips.

   I don't care for anal but do like the outside of my hole teased...  and
Ron's very good at it.  Laura creamed all over his face and they had
another quick rinse and grope in the shower.

   Once dry, they returned to Laura's parent's bed and spooned long into
the night; they claim they actually got some sleep.  It was Laura that woke
Ron eventually after coaxing his cock hard while he slept and letting it
wedge between her thighs.  Sleepily, as he has done with me often, he woke
enough to grab her firmly at the waist and tit and find her slick opening
again.

   They made love slowly and silently.  Neither came until the very end,
Laura's body going hot and stiff as her pussy drank its third load of the
night.

   That seemed to be a natural end to things for them.  They sleepily
murmured their goodbyes and thank yous, exchanging contented smiles and a
couple of pecks on the lips as Ron dressed.

   It was after 4am when Ron quietly crawled into bed next to me.  I
nestled back into his arms instinctively, still asleep.  Being asleep, I
didn't have any conscious thought of where he'd been or what he'd been
doing.  For a time, I was just sleeping with my husband.

   But slowly, I became aware of a couple of scents.  Coconut and
strawberries of Laura's shampoo and cosmetics and a much earthier scent of
sex.  Spent semen and wet pussy.  A pussy scent just slightly different
from my own.

   My eyes flew open in realization.  I reached back and clasped his arm.
"You're home."

   "Umm-Hmmm." he hummed into the back of my neck.  He rested his hand on
my swollen belly.  After a couple seconds, he asked in as casual a manner
as he could manage.  "What did you think of those pictures?  Any regrets?"

   I eased my body and curled up comfortably against my man.  "You looked
very sexy together.  No, no regrets.

   A couple of minutes passed.  I doubted he'd fallen asleep.  An idea had
come to me.  "Ron, I don't want you to tell be about Laura for a while. 
Wait until after the new baby.  Wait until I'm ready to fuck your brains
out."

   His hand slid up to softly grasp my swollen breast and he pressed his
hips to my ass meaningfully.  "It's a date, dirty girl."

   *****

   There is one final coda to this story.  Laura came by the house the very
next day.  I was a little surprised to see her.  It would be silly to
exaggerate and say she'd been transformed into a whole new, mature woman.
But she showed no shame or hesitancy in her posture.  I think she was a
little proud of what she'd done.

   Ron, on the other hand, didn't know what to do with his eyes or hand or
his voice for that matter.  He kept looking from Laura to me with just a
hint of fear, as if he thought there might be some kind of drama about to
unfold.

   Men.

   Laura said she wanted two things but really I think she was there mostly
for a third.

   She was dressed in tight shorts and a football jersey, of all things. 
So I didn't think she was there for more seduction.  She got me into our
bedroom in private and asked for her bra.  She gave me a very particular
kind of look as she shrugged the jersey off, briefly showing me her little
tits while she put the bra on and then swam back into the jersey.

   She was probably also wondering if I had any regrets.

   Then she asked if I had any condoms.  As it happens, we did have some
left over from before Ron's vasectomy...  before the time we decided to try
for a third and I subsequently got pregnant, actually.  Still six months
till they expired.

   I no longer had a use for them so was happy to let Laura have the box. I
think there were about eight in it.

   She discarded the box and concealed them in her waistband.  She made a
face because the corners poked and scratched her a bit.  Obviously she
didn't want to be seen walking home carrying a box of condoms.

   Yes, I have now realized a bag of some kind would have fixed that. 
Sometimes a person's brain is just focused on other things.

   Then we got to some girl talk and the biggest reason for Laura's visit
(though those condoms were pretty critical).

   Laura had the house to herself for one more day and night.  She was
inviting Tommy over.  The kid had a curfew but the two could spend an
afternoon and evening alone together in Laura's house.

   She was going to teach the teen a number of things.  They were going to
do things right and pretty much fuck all day.

   Honestly, I don't think it's really what Ron taught her that matters. 
It was just a change in mindset.  Laura was no longer going to treat sex as
a reward for the boy or something that had to be done furtively.  She now
knew what was really at stake and how much she could get out of a meeting
between bodies.

   She was now ready to seize opportunities or to make them happen to suit
her needs.  No doubt Tommy was about to get an education but the real
revelation will be the luxury of time and an eager, even demanding partner.

   Good for them.

   No, damn it, I am not a bad influence!  Quite the contrary.  I managed
to spread a little extra happiness into the world.