Jack's Wife by  (c) Hamilton Joyce  MF  M+F

Jack and Mungo went out on the dot of two o'clock, and I reckoned I had about 
twenty minutes to get ready. Really just a matter of a quick shower, brush hair, a 
dab of perfume, and the lightest of dress!

I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad. If he didn't respond to this, 
well good luck to him. Pretty good! Small problem with the panty-line...like the 
dress was such a thin satin that you could easily see my thong through it. I 
slipped the panties down, over my high- heeled slippers, and kicked them away. 
Perfect, The dress just covered my cunt, and so, presumably, my arse cheeks. 
But if I raised my arms, then there was a fleeting glimpse of lips! I was sure they 
were already swollen in anticipation. Sure enough. I felt myself...hard nub, and 
moist crack!

A dab of perfume. Not too close to the cunt. More in the arse crack. And behind 
the ears.

The doorbell rang. He was early. I teased my nipples so they would stand, 
visible under my dress.

His double-take as I opened the door was amusing, but exciting too.

'Jesus! Have you got a license for that?'

I turned round to show him my arse. 'I've just been trying on my new party 
dress. Like it?' I could imagine his eyes following my arse as I went in front of 
him. 'Jack waited till two, but when you didn't show, he went off. He said to 
tell you Mungo will pay you for the ticket.'

'Shit! He said two thirty, didn't he? Or rather, you told me he said two thirty.'

'I'm sorry if I got it wrong.' I put my hands behind my head, pretending to 
primp my hair. Certainly my trimly-coiffured mound came into view 
momentarily. Such a careless mistake...he was going to miss the match by just a 
quarter of an hour! 'You can watch the match here. It's on Sky.'

'I could think of better ways of spending two hours!'

'More like five minutes, if I know you men!' I laughed, and my momentary 
movement towards him must have done the trick. At all events we were in each 
others' arms. I had my hands on his bottom, lovely and firm, small, hard, 
beneath his trousers, He had both hands on my bottom cheeks, one up under the 
dress, cupping my naked flesh, the other over the dress, feeling the satin. I 
kissed him, and allowed my tongue to penetrate his mouth as we embraced. Not 
a peck, not a peck at all! I took one of his hands, the one that was not on naked 
flesh, and placed it on my breast, without interrupting the kiss. My hand then 
back to feeling his butt. He was stroking and kneading with both hands now, 
while I pulled him onto my body.

I slipped a hand down between us, and grasped his erect cock through the cloth.

'If it's going to be two hours, then I want to be comfortable. Like in bed!' He 
followed me up the stairs, fondling my bottom as he went.

                                       

I was stripped in ten seconds...the time it took to pull the slip (it wasn't a dress 
at all, of course) up over my shoulders and kick it out of the way. 'I better draw 
the curtains.' I leaned over, deliberately giving him the best view of my body I 
can. My arse, bending over. My tits are good, my legs long and shapely, my 
belly flat, but my bottom is the best. There was still plenty of light in the 
afternoon sun, even with the curtains drawn.

I turned back to him. So far he'd only got his shoes and socks off. I went over to 
him and knelt in front of him. One hand round him, playing with his bum again, 
I unzipped him with the other, and pulled his pants aside to release his cock. 
Lovely. All I imagined it would be...tall, straight, lovely knob. I tickled his tight 
scrotum with the tip of my tongue. He groaned as I ran my tongue up the shaft, 
up the sensitive front of it, round the helmet, down the shaft again, and then 
back to his balls again. 
 
He held the back of my head in one hand, and the root of his prick in the other. I 
shut my eyes as he forced his knob into my mouth. He moved it in and out, and I 
was careful to keep my teeth out of its way. .He rested it in my mouth, and it 
was my turn to move on it, gobbling, sucking, still feeling his bottom, and my 
fingers round his shaft.

I felt as much as tasted the first cum, and knew I'd better stop. I took it out of 
my mouth, kissed its head. 'I want to see you!' I unbuttoned his shirt, and his 
belt, and let his trousers drop to the floor. He was standing there, shirt undone, 
trousers and pants round his ankles. Gloriously erect. I went over to the bed, and 
lay down, legs open.

He threw his remaining clothes off and joined me on the bed. My breasts are not 
big, but they are firm and shapely. He was kissing them, licking, sucking, while 
I grasped his cock, my own lips on his neck. Still holding my breasts, one in 
each hand, he moved down my body, licking my navel, and then burying his 
head between my legs he nibbled my clit and licked my lips. I held them open 
for him so he could concentrate on my clit. I ran my fingers through his hair as I 
pressed his face into my cunt. I was groaning my pleasure. I'm sure my shaven 
lips enhanced his pleasure.

But I was too close to coming, what with the anticipation of the last few hours.

'That's good. But I want you in me. Fuck me with that great weapon. Now!'

He kissed me as he entered, no hands. My cunt was so eager and wet and his 
cock so hard that it found its own way in while we kissed and fondled each 
other.

Of course, this was only the second man I'd ever had. I was so young when Jack 
first had me...and until now I'd been faithful. He was bigger than Jack, and I felt 
as if my cunt was being stretched...and he was longer too, as he raised my leg 
and gave me his full length. Then he lay on top of me, and it was strange to feel 
him, so much heavier. And his chest hairier. And his kisses more ardent. And he 
had a way of riding up on me, so my clit was rubbed even as he fucked me in 
and out. I'd never felt this with Jack. I'd wanted this boy so much, when we 
were at school. But he never seemed to want me...or any girl come to that. God, 
how I'd wanted him, playing with myself at night while I thought of him!  I 
wanted to cry out. Why not? I never had before...but I did, as I felt myself 
coming. Words I'd heard, but never used, babbled from me as I writhed under 
him, finally screaming out I was coming. I felt his movements faster and harder, 
and then the rush of his cum into me as I contracted onto him.


We sat side-by-side, smoking. He had his arm around my shoulder, and was 
absent-mindedly rolling a nipple between finger and thumb. My spare hand lay 
in his lap, against his limp prick.

'You're only the second man I've had.'

'Then I'm a very lucky man!'

'You know I wanted you so much when we were at school together.'

'That's funny...I always wanted you. But you were Jack's girl!'

'And he was your best mate! Men! You should have said!'

'Well, we're OK now! That was good for me.'

'And for me too. And now, I want to kiss you a bit!' For kiss, I really meant 
suck, because I leaned over him, and took his knob in my mouth. Then the 
whole of his limp cock. I sucked on it, and could feel it growing. His legs 
relaxed, opened, and he slipped down the bed till we lay horizontal. He was 
completely hard now, and I was gobbling him in and out. He groaned.

'Let me do you too.' He moved on the bed, so his face was between my legs, as 
I got him into my mouth again.

I swallowed his prick down as far as I could without gagging, and let it rest 
there while he held my hips and buried his face between my arse cheeks. He 
started in my crack, but soon his tongue was into my anus, slipping in and out. 
My cunt was aching! I love to be rimmed, but my clit was so urgent! I slipped a 
bit down over him so he couldn't reach my arse with his tongue, and obligingly 
he entered my vagina with his tongue, the same slipping in and out, and rotating 
round the rim as he had with my bum. Still I had his stiff cock rammed, 
twitching, down my throat.

My clit wanted it! I slipped further down the bed, and raked my whole crack, 
from cunt to clit, up and down his nose and tongue. 

And now something I'd never had before. Jack didn't know about this one! He 
held my hips motionless, lifted an inch above his face, and nibbled at my clit. It 
was impossibly exciting! He would take my clit between his lips, pull it down, 
release it, grab it again, pull it down, release it.

I was close now. I forgot about his cock and let it slip from my mouth as I again 
yelled my ecstasy. 

I fell on his body, panting.

'I'm neglecting you! That was lovely. Where did you learn that? ' I laughed. 
'Probably better not tell me!'

'Kneel down for me. I want you from behind. You've a fabulous bottom. Really 
lovely. When you closed the blinds...Jesus!'

I got up and went over to the armchair, draping myself so my arse was presented 
to him. He was up and into me without a pause, driving deep into my 
welcoming cunt. After the clit orgasm, I needed a strong, robust fucking.

And that's what I got! He raised one leg onto the chair for leverage, grasped my 
waist between his two hands, and rammed me like a pile-driver. He was longer 
lasting this time, and his balls smacked into my cunt lips and clit a hundred 
times. I came. Biting into the velvet upholstery. I came. But he still fucked me. 
Deep. Hard. Fast. I was coming again, a smaller one, but I was coming! How 
many times was this? God! How glad I was I took the plunge. It had never been 
like this. I came again. Still he fucked, but this time I could tell he was close. I 
took one of his hands from my waist and pulled it under me onto my breast. He 
pulled at it almost painfully, and he came. Quiet, but panting in his passion. 
Short, hard, jerky pushes, each one crowned with a gush of hot cum into my 
vitals!

                                         

We lay, quiet, no words. I looked at the clock...about twenty minutes. I 
wondered if...

'I've had you in my cunt. In my mouth. Can you guess what I'd like now?'

'You don't, do you? I mean. Do you really?' He could hardly believe his luck.

'Yes I do! In fact I love it in the arse. If we can get it up...I'd love that. Now. 
Just wank my arse with your finger for a bit. You've already had your tongue in 
there. And that was lovely. Yes! The cold cream by the bed there.'

I lay on my back while he spread the cold, slippery oil onto my burning anus, 
and then slipped his index finger in. I groaned and shut my eyes as he started to 
slip it in and out, mixing this with an occasional rotating, stretching of my anus. 
He was wanking with his other hand. Out of my half-shut eyes, I could see him 
hard again. I pulled my legs back, towards my shoulders, completely 
surrendering my innermost body to him.

He entered me, and began a slow, rhythmic fucking. He was bigger than Jack, 
and felt much, much bigger in my small, secret hole. I could feel my pleasure 
rising. He grasped my left breast with his right hand and squeezed it brutally. A 
sudden wave of pleasure ran through me, from my nipple direct to my vagina. I 
opened my eyes.

'Yes! More! Like that!'

He pushed full into me, and grasped a tit in each hand, squeezed, and pulled 
until each was stretched into a cone. He let go. But only to spank my tight 
stretched thigh, and the inside of my leg, first with his left hand, and then with 
his right.

'Yes! Yes! More. Don't stop!'

Each thrust was accompanied with a stinging blow on my thighs or tits. I was 
close.

'Now! Now! Now! Fill me. Whip me! Oh...' I sceamed, moaned , panted, and 
finally felt the rush of hot spunk into my eager arse. He collapsed on top of me.

                                                
'You really like that! I mean the spanking bit?'

'That must have been pretty obvious. Yes, I love it. I get hot just thinking about 
it. Let me show you something!' I went over to the table, and brought back the 
album. I searched for the page, and showed it to him...

'Jesus! Is that you?' He studied the photograph. 'Yes! I can see it is. I'd love to 
see what's going on bottom left of the snap!'

'I was being alternately sucked and whipped. That's why you have that 
stretched, pain-pleasure look about me. Yes I love that.'

'But your nipples.' He fondled one between thumb and forefinger. 'Doesn't that 
hurt. Those clamps I mean.'

'Yes! And that's half the joy. The other half is helpless submission. Very sexy!
The room next to this, through that door is rigged up as a dungeon. Bit fake, I 
guess. But all the equipment. Whips, frames. Hooks, chains, cuffs, a bench with 
leather straps. Oh yes. All that stuff.'

'So you're a masochist. A lovely, sexy, cute-arsed masochist. He laughed, still 
fondling my breast. I could see his cock hardening.

'And a sadist too! I can whip as well as be whipped. Here, what about this!' I 
turned the page to a shot of me as Mistress Panthera! 

'My God! And that's a cross behind you.'

'A whipping frame. Next door! Jack loves it!'

'You tie him to it and whip him?'

'You should see him! Talk about hard! Or rather, you'd better not see him!' I 
laughed.

'I've just got a new outfit. Black basque, black stilettos, and a black strap on 
dildo. I love to shag a man in his bum.'

'You said you've only had Jack. I mean before me.'

'Ok! I love to shag Jack in the bum. And I'd love to do you too!'


I'm not sure about that. But I'd love to see your dungeon...'

'Another time. You've got to go. They could be back any time now. I'd better 
watch the window while you get dressed.'

As I drew the curtains, I teased him by giving him my tits and arse in profile. He 
was having difficulty getting his trousers over his bulging pants, cock outlined 
so clearly.

'I went over to him, and kissed him, fondling his hard cock. Always send 'em 
away wanting more, I said to myself. But to him, 'Pity! So much more here for 
me...' I was gripping his cock.' Next time.... There's a home match Thursday....'

'Wednesday, seven o'clock...'

'Come round at six forty five. I'll be waiting for you, ready....'

'Perhaps you could wear your black basque...and the black strap-on...'





Wednesday.

About 3 o'clock the phone rang. Without stopping the work I was doing on the 
spreadsheet I picked it up. It was her. My heart fell...not a cancellation. I was so 
looking forward to it. Talk about randy!

It was ok. 'I know I shouldn't ring you at work. But I wanted you to know it's 
all right for seven...he's going to the match. And...well, I feel like being a sex-
object. A slave if you want.'

'I want!'

'The door will be unlocked. Come up. I'll be in the playroom, next to the 
bedroom. I'll ring off now. Love you!'

                                
The door was open, and I made my way upstairs, and stripped in the bedroom 
slipping on the black silk karate robe she'd laid out for me. I picked up the 
wicked looking cat-o-nine-tails and pushed the door open. It was charming. She 
was kneeling, demure in an attitude of prayer. White wedding dress, bridal veil. 
The works.

She looked up as I came in.

'I was saying my prayers.'

'And what were you praying for, my dear?'

'That our marriage should be happy, and that I should be a good wife to you.'

'Excellent! Do you know what happens tonight?'

'My mother told me. We will kiss and you will caress me, dearest!'

'What else?'

'She wouldn't say. Only that you would ask me to do some things, and that I am 
to refuse you nothing.'

'Excellent. A wise woman your mother. Nice tits, and a good common sense.'

'Darling. Nice tits! How could you be so crude?'

'You are never again to comment on me like that. And to teach you a lesson, so 
you won't forget, I shall introduce you to this sort of caress!' I struck her across 
the shoulders, covered still in her veil, with the black leather cat.

She screamed, and cowered back, still kneeling.
'Let's have some of this nonsense off you. I pulled the veil from her head, and 
unzipped her dress. It fell around her knees, revealing the sexiest white waspie, 
blue panties...and off course her shiny stockings. 'Something borrowed, 
something blue, huh!'

I tied her hands with a blue scarf as she knelt there.

'Please. Please don't hurt me. I won't criticize again, I promise.'

I gagged her with another scarf. And then proceded to whip her soundly across 
her satin-clad buttocks as she knelt. My prick stood, raring to go, twitching in 
anticipation of this pretend 'virgin'.

She was sobbing now. I find tears very sexy!

I put the whip down, and undid her gag, leaving her hands bound. Roughly I 
pushed my hand down into the cup of her bra, and grasped a tit. 'Nice tits. You 
too. Runs in the family!' I laughed as she paled, and winced when I twisted her 
nipple between finger and thumb. Back now to her breast, feeling and 
squeezing.

'Who else has felt these? Which of the village oafs has had his hand inside your 
bra, and squeezed these?'

'Oh! Nobody! I swear!'

'I don't believe you. And this is what happens if you try to deceive me.' This 
time the lash fell on her tits, though probably with little effect through the white 
satin. 'Who?'

'Billy Tucker...but only once, and I slapped him!'

'Billy Tucker, eh? Rhymes with fucker.' I laughed. Well we'll sort him out 
later. He's the sort of fresh-complexioned, athletic lad I quite enjoy myself. Yes! 
We'll sort him out later.' The whip fell again. 'And who else?'

'The curate. Mr Jones, the new curate.'

Another pretty boy. Tell me about it.'

'I was kneeling, and he came behind me and put his hand in my blouse. Like 
you did just now. But he didn't hurt me like you!'

Again the whip. 'I warned you! This time we'll secure you for punishment.'

I had her remove her bodice to reveal a matchless pair, so young, round, firm, 
shapely.
                                                                                                      
The white, shiny rope was coiled by the bed, and I made an artistic job of tying 
her up before securing her to the hook she and Jack had helpfully let into the 
ceiling. 

I pushed my hand between her legs, feeling the contrast between the soft, white 
flesh, and the shiny hard nylon stockings. The white satin crotch felt damp. 
Well, I knew Jack's wife found bondage and beating sexy. Here was the proof. I 
slipped my hand inside her knickers, and into the warm, wet slit. 'And who has 
had his hand in here before me? Billy Tucker? The randy curate? Look at me 
when I speak to you!' She raised her eyes from the demure pose she had 
adopted. 'Who? A schoolmaster? Or your father, perhaps?'

'Oh no, sir. How could you?'

'Again! I warned you' This time I whipped her hard on her delightful, naked 
tits. She screamed and pleaded with me. Still insisting no man had felt her cunt. 
The slight reddening of her white flesh would soon fade. I do like white tits!

'Your father must be a saint. A body like this...' I passed my hands over her tits 
and down over her flat belly, then round behind her to her arse. 'Yes a body like 
this, in his face every day. How he must have lusted for it. Yet no touch! I 
believe you. ' I felt deeper in her, and let my finger penetrate her hot, tight but 
wet cunt. 'And yet. And yet.' There was, of course, no hymen. 'And yet not a 
virgin. So what?'

'I play with myself, sir.' She managed to blush most charmingly for me. My 
cock twitched. 'With a candle, sir. It's not as big as yours, sir'

'How charming!' I rewarded her with a kiss, pressing my naked body against 
hers, my chest compressing her naked tits, and my cock against the satin of her 
panties and suspender belt. Jack's wife fell out of character a moment, as her 
tongue penetrated mine, and her body writhed against me.

'Now repeat after me...I will obey you in all things.'

'I shall obey in all things.'

'No matter how strange they may seem.'

'No matter how strange they may seem.'

'I shall pleasure you with every part of my body...' I felt round inside her 
panties, and touched the rose of her anus with a probing finger.
                                                                                        
'I shall pleasure you with every part of my body...'

'I shall give my cunt, mouth, arse and tits to your friends if you desire that...'

'Oh! I couldn't. How could you ask?'

I warned you!. This time I gagged her with a rubber-ball gag, and laid into her 
arse with my whip. It was protected by the satin of her  pale blue knickers, but 
clearly I was stinging her up. And sometimes a stray lash stung up the naked 
flesh above her stocking tops, or above the waistband of her panties.

I paused, and felt her crotch. The panties were drenched. Jack's wife really was 
into this stuff, I thought. Me too!

I removed the gag. 'I promise to do whatever you ask, even to giving my body 
to your friends for their pleasure...'

'Even to their pleasure...' She sobbed, and was looking at the floor.

'Look at me and say it again!'

'Even to giving your friends their pleasure.'

I laughed and gagged her again. The red gag this time. Her tits were 
magnificent...by which I don't mean they were big. No! Little girl breasts. Tiny 
titties, the way I love them. Conical, firm, puffy nipples. You could see how 
aroused she was by her bondage and whipping. The ropes, too accentuated the 
shape and swelling of her bosom. I stood in front of her, bent down, and pressed 
my cheek against them, licked the flesh, and finally sucked one nipple and then 
the other. My cock pressed against her stockinged thigh...the pleasure was 
almost painful. I could have come, spunking over her stockinged legs and 
pantied tummy!

'Kneel!'

As she knelt in front of the settee, I tied the heels of her shoes together, and 
looped the rope round her ankles before tying it off. She was now helpless, 
gagged, and in the best position for whipping (and indeed for fucking either in 
the cunt or the arse...but it was too soon for that.)

The white undies and ropes seemed almost to glow as I turned down the light, 
using the dimmer switch. She had her hands over her bottom, as if to protect 
herself from the onslaught to come...whether whip or cock, the hands would 
protect her cunt and tender arsehole from the sadist's harm.

But that wouldn't do at all. 'Don't think you can cover your lovely little bum 
and save the sting of the lash on your sweet bottom! I lifted her hands, and 
tipped her forward onto the padded seat, her hands no longer obscuring the 
objects of my lust.'

The next ten minutes or so were filled with me whipping  that lovely bum, 
stopping to caress and fondle it, and then whipping some more. Sometimes I 
would lay my cheek or my mouth against the firm, reddening flesh. Sometimes I 
would feel her increasingly hot, increasingly wet, increasingly eager cunt. 
Indeed I would part the cheeks and lick her juicy slit, or slip a pointed tongue 
into her un-creased, naked rose of an arsehole. Before returning to the whipping. 
I hardly dared touch her with my cock, so tense it had become.

At last, as I explored her cunt again with my tongue, I felt her coming, her 
bottom moving as if she was fucking, her vagina spasming round my finger and 
against my lips.

I removed her gag.

'That was wonderful, sir.' Still Jack's wife played the virgin bride role. I envied 
Jack having this versatile girl not just once a week, but whenever he wanted her! 

I undid her ropes, slowly, taking the opportunity of feeling, fondling, tweaking 
as I did so. The ropes had left red lines, especially round her breasts and 
between her bottom and thighs. These would soon pass, as would the angrier 
weals across her bottom and thighs from the whipping. I had her put on a white 
platform bra. Her tits didn't need a bra, and in any case the tops of them, and 
even the nipples were left exposed. But it did cover up some of the weals, and 
might prove useful to hold on to, for leverage, when I came to have her.

I turned her round, back to me, and could not resist resting my cock a moment 
in the crease of her lovely bottom, pulling her onto me, one hand on her tits and 
the other on her belly, naked except for the flimsy lace of her suspender belt. I 
could feel her buttocks clench around my knob, and was very tempted to slide it 
straight in. I resisted! I worked each hand under the straps of her suspenders, 
and moved her backwards and forwards against me.

I had noticed the heap of handcuffs on a side bench, and a strange device with 
two holes in it. I worked out this was for handcuffing thumbs together, and fixed 
it on her. Then handcuffs...and more handcuffs...and still more! I was getting 
carried away! I could have come in her in seconds!

Well. If I was going to come it was going to be in a better place than over her 
bottom, however delectable a butt. I sat her down on a chair, and again tied her 
legs...at the thigh this time. She was helpless...hands behind her back, legs tied. I 
told her she was going to suck me off.

'Oh no! I couldn't. Not in my mouth.'

I picked up the whip. 'And what did Mummy say? And what did you swear to 
me only ten minutes ago? And what is this for?' I let the thongs of the whip 
slide over her round breasts.
She was silent now. I grabbed a handful of her silky blonde hair, and pulled her 
face to my cock. In fact it was the balls that I had her lick first. 'Kiss them! Lick 
my bollocks for me!'

She was still acting the innocent virgin and, tentatively at first, but increasingly 
eager she licked around my balls, the root of my cock , and, yes, round to my 
arsehole. 

My excitement was rising and rising. A naked ...nearly naked...sex slave. A 
willing sex object. Bound and helpless.

I realized I was in peril of coming all over her lovely tits, raised even higher by 
the platform bra. That wouldn't do! Still grasping a handful of fine, golden hair, 
I pulled her face down onto my cock. Her lips stayed shut.

'Open them. Open them for my cock.'

She kept her mouth shut. I squeezed her nostrils together till she had to open her 
lips to breath, and with that breath I forced my knob in.  I was well in now, and I 
grasped the root of my prick to get leverage, and, without moving myself, pulled 
her head down further until the whole was in her throat. She slipped out of 
character, and I could feel her tongue playing over that part of my prick it could 
reach.

I pulled out as far as the rim of my knob. Still her tongue stimulated me.

'Suck on it. Hard! Suck on it hard.'

As the suction increased, I also moved in and out, holding her head now in both 
hands. The hair felt silky , and her head beneath it so hard, small, fine. I could 
feel my climax coming, what with the suction of her cheeks, and the friction of 
her lips as I fucked her face. The coiled spring suddenly released, and what must 
have been a huge volume of cum spurted into her. I had been so aroused by her 
game.

She gagged a second, but I could see and feel her throat as she desperately 
swallowed each gout of hot spunk. 

Finally I was finished, but let my cock rest, still erect, in her mouth.

'Well, sweetheart. That's the first of your three virginities sorted. What did you 
think?  Do you want it again? What did I taste like?'

My cock was in her mouth, so she made funny little stuttering sounds as she 
tried to reply.

I laughed and removed it, still letting it rest, hard, against her cheek.

'It felt funny, sir. Hard and yet silky. I like the feel. And the stuff was so hot and 
thick...and salty. I liked that, too!'

'It's called cum. Or spunk. Or jizz if you're American. Now which of these 
next?' I fingered her arsehole and cunt as she knelt there, penetrating each in 
turn with a probing finger. Her cunt was sopping wet, and her arsehole relaxed! 
Promising!'

'Oh! Not my bottom, sir. Please do me properly in my...' she hesitated...'please 
do me properly in my cunt.'

I had to lift her to lay her down on her back. To lay her down I had to remove 
the handcuffs, but as soon as she was in place, I re-tied her wrists, placing them 
as a cushion to raise her cunt to the level I needed.

In this position she was delightfully tight, and as I forced my cock into her hot, 
wet vagina, I could feel the young, muscular walls constrict it.

I held her legs in the air, and kneeling in front of her, gave her a long, slow, 
fuck. I found I could support her legs with one hand, leaving the other free first 
to fondle her tits and then her belly. I had come once, and felt able to go on as 
long as I wished. Soon I could see her face flushing, and she was clearly 
coming. I reached down and teased her clit as I speeded my thrusts. This tipped 
her over...and she came.

As soon as she had calmed down, I slipped my cock out, and slipped it an inch 
down her crack till it rested in her anus. The slightest shove, reciprocated by 
thee movement of her hips, and my knob was in her third pretend 'virginity'.

She squealed a moment, but there was no difficulty in shoving the full length. 
This time I could feel my excitement really rising. I've always loved arseholes 
(male as well...as long as a bit effeminate). So I was reaching my orgasm really 
before she had a chance to get hers, especially without the help of her hands! At 
all events, it was a full, strong one and I collapsed backwards after it.

'Untie me, and I'll give you a show. We've still got at least forty minutes!'

'All that, and it's only half-time!' We laughed as I undid the white silken ropes.'

                                         
'Now you just lie back and enjoy one of Jack's fags, while I get you interested 
in my arse again. I could do with a bit longer than that!'

I did as I was told...the bridal virgin game was obviously over for this evening. 
Jack's cigarettes were Gauloises...but beggars can't be choosers. His taste in 
cigarettes might be execrable, but his taste in women was peerless. I would 
enjoy his wife more than his tobacco, I suspected.

And what an arse! She knelt down at the foot of the huge double bed, and 
showed me how delightful. Shall I describe her?

Not slim, not plump. Rounded, firm and feminine. She was nearly hairless...the 
slightest fuzz just visible on her mound. Jack must have shaved her cunt lips, 
because they were immaculately smooth, as was her anus. Her cunt lips were 
not flabby, but tight and firm as any teenager. The hole was closed, and her clit 
nestled within the lips, unseen. The rose of her anus was almost without 
wrinkles, and the same delicious pink as her cunt lips.

My cock was hard again! I leaned forward, kneeled behind her, and pressed my 
lips to her nether lips in a wet embrace. She laughed, and lay on the bed facing 
me.

'It's woken up again. Well, I feel like teasing it. You carry on with your smoke 
and watch this.'

The dildo was black, and shiny. She looked at me provocatively, maybe with an 
enquiring glint in her eye, as she slipped the tip into her cunt and clicked the 
vibrator on. I noticed she made sure I had a good view of her beautiful rose-like 
anus. I knew what she wanted next!

She closed her eyes, lost in the reverie of her pleasure. I was really hard now, 
and treated myself to a few rubs with a half-open fist.

She stopped just short of orgasm, and turned over so her bum was facing me 
again. This time it was a small, pink dildo in her arsehole, getting it ready for 
me, and a shiny purple plastic one in her cunt. She held the pink one in place, 
allowing the vibrations to do their work, but moved the purple one in and out of 
her cunt vigorously.

I moved closer to her, kneeling behind. I licked the hard , smooth place between 
the two dildos. She looked over her shoulder. 'Now! Now! Give it to me now.' 
The pink vibrator dropped from her arse onto the bed, still buzzing. The other 
hand round the front now, and the dildo stuck into her vagina. No doubt which 
hole she wanted. I spat in my hand and moistened my eager weapon. And 
slipped it in. I could feel the vibrations from her vagina beside me.

She came...but I continued my slow, thorough probing of her anus. I felt her 
remove the dildo, and she was now doing her clit with it, wriggling her round 
bottom against me. I leaned over her , my arms round her, and grasped a breast 
in each hand. The feel of her flesh under my palms, and her bottom against my 
thighs stimulated me to shag her harder. I felt the vibrator again through the thin 
membrane between cunt and arse, and also heard her coming again.

This time I didn't wait, and unloaded my hot spunk into her...




A couple of months later.                                                        

You know I'm not the sort to just fuck anyone I suddenly fancy. At least you do 
if you've seen the earlier episodes of my story. Apart from Jack, and for about 
six months now his best friend too, I'd had no other men. 

So why did I take him to bed ten minutes after he knocked on the door?

I guess it must all have come right at once for a fling!  Over the weeks since I'd 
first decided to have a lover as well as a husband I guess my body was getting 
sensitized, as it were. I found myself looking at men in a different way. 
Wondering what they'd look like stripped. Looking out for the shape of 
interesting bulges under tight jeans....trying to work out if they were 
circumcised or not (I'd never had an un-cut cock, and wondered what it would 
feel like......in my mouth as well as....well, you know). Wondering what their 
special kinks were. (You know mine by now!) I found that a good-looking boy 
could wake up my cunt, warm it up, just by my looking at him. And that hadn't 
happened for a long time until recently.

Anyway, that Wednesday afternoon I was especially ready. Now the football 
season was over we couldn't use Jack's match-days as safe for our rendezvous. 
But Wednesday he had his weekly sales meeting...followed by a few drinks, 
bowling, or  (probably) a strip club. So we would have several hours to enjoy 
ourselves with our bit of male-female bonding while he did his male bonding! 
I'd had my bath, luxuriating and relaxing in the warm water. Then I'd tidied up 
my cunt hair. In fact I'd shaved it all off this time. For a year or so I'd shaved it 
to leave a vertical line up towards my belly...like a whore I'd seen in one of 
Jack's porn videos. But I'm blonde...and it doesn't work as well if you're not 
brunette. 

So I'd sat in the old chair by the bath, with the mirror by my feet, and used 
Jack's shaving lather and a delicate little razor. Now I guess most people who 
read this little confession will be male (if indeed anyone reads as far as this). 
And no male can have any idea how sexually exciting it is to stretch those lips 
and lightly run the razor over them. Yes, that and the fact that Jack's shaving 
foam is so slightly mentholated.  So there I was, stretching the thin, sensitive 
skin, shaving, looking forward to a good sucking and a good fucking. Little 
wonder I was getting randy! ( I used to let Jack shave me....he found it so 
exciting. But one day he nicked me with the razor, and ever since I didn't enjoy 
him doing it. His loss, through carelessness!)

I finished, and wiped the little residues of foam away with a hot flannel. Then I 
dried my cunt, patting myself with a thick towel. I looked in the mirror, held 
now between my ankles. A little tuft of fine blonde hair still, just behind my 
arsehole. I removed it with one sweep of the safety razor. Beautiful! I must 
admit my arsehole is beautiful...not a wrinkle. Smooth. And never red-inflamed. 
And my plump cunt lips, swollen a bit now with the excitement of fingering, 
and the tiny little. hard nub of my clit just peeping out between them. My two 
men were lucky! God! If I had a girlfriend with one so pretty, I could love it 
myself!

A dab of perfume...just there , between my two holes. Not too much! And the 
special luxury of rubbing a little oil into my arsehole. Make it glisten...and ready 
in case he feels like having it this afternoon.. My finger slipped in, just like his 
tongue. I moved it in and out, feeling my excitement rising. My anus gripping 
and then relaxing. God! I was looking forward to the next few hours. I rubbed 
the inside of my wrist against the places I'd shaved. Silky smooth. Ready to be 
fondled and kissed.

Enough of these kinky thoughts, I thought. I slipped my shiny satin robe 
on....the coral pink...and went down to the kitchen to make  a cup of coffee. Still 
forty minutes before he arrived. And he was always punctual.

I had just drained the cup when the doorbell rang. Half an hour early. Good!

I opened the door, and there must have been a classic double take when I saw 
him. Young! At least ten years younger than me. But perfect! Blonde...crew-cut. 
White t-shirt with the university printed across it. But tight. Tight across his 
barrel chest. Tight over his tiny nipples. Tight over his swelling biceps. And 
shorts. White tennis-type shorts. A Bulge! Shorts tight across flat belly. Tight 
across his hard-looking arse. Tight over his bulging crotch. Strong legs, with 
fuzz of blonde hairs. White baseball shoes. He was holding a clip-board.

My sex was melting before he spoke. But when I heard that deep, bass, liquid 
voice, with its oh-so-proper English accent, I was lost. He was talking about 
some sort of offer on electricity supply!   I asked him in.

'Really, I can't stand here dressed like this.' I tightened the belt on my negligee, 
aware that this gesture accentuated my breasts. I was sure my nipples were 
showing through the thin satin. I knew they were standing erect...like my hidden 
clitoris...and I was pleased. 'Come in and tell me about it.'

I sat him in the big armchair, and pulled an upright dining-table chair in front of 
him, where I sat. I was higher than him...which gave us both a good view of 
each other. Personally, I was watching more than listening as he went through 
his sales pitch. He had some sort of table of numbers that was supposed to prove 
something or other. I didn't care...I was more interested in the lovely, curly, 
blonde hairs on his thighs. Thighs so strong and shapely. I leaned forward to 
look at the numbers, and my negligee opened above the waist as I did so. At this 
angle he could see my breasts. The cleavage. The firm, round tits. And the hard 
little, rosy-red nipples. I have been sunbathing naked a lot, and my tits are not 
only shapely, but beautifully, evenly tanned. A light, golden tan. Not too deep. 
He stuttered a moment as he focused on them, but recovered and went on with 
his spiel.

But his cock was getting hard. I could see the shape changing from a bulge to a 
hard crow-bar diagonal across his belly, straining against the tight cotton of his 
tennis shorts. I studied it, openly, shamelessly, and could see where the shaft 
ended and the knob began. I swear he blushed when he saw me looking, and 
lowered his clipboard to cover the shape of his erection.

I interrupted him. 'I think you've told me enough. It's a good deal. But tell me 
about yourself. You don't look like a salesman...'

'I'm not. I'm at the University. School of Sciences. I do this to help pay my 
way.'

'I thought so. And you must be into sport. You're so muscular.' I reached 
towards him and grasped a bicep with one hand. My hand scarcely went round a 
third of it. He flexed it for me. And my hand scarcely covered a quarter! God! I 
was excited. My negligee slipped off my leg as I leaned over, and suddenly I 
was naked...at least down one side and down my leg.  He choked. I laughed. 
'I've never felt such muscles!' I reached for his other bicep with my left hand, 
and the other half of my negligee fell away, leaving me now naked actually
from my ankles  to my waist. 'Wonderful!'

I could see him looking in amazement at my belly. I realized he had never had a 
woman with a shaven cunt...or perhaps it reminded him of his earliest sexual 
fumblings with little girls who were as yet naked there...

I opened my legs.

'Jesus! That's lovely. You're lovely!' His voice was even deeper now. His 
clipboard fell to the floor as he reached forward, and grasped my hips, one hand 
on my flesh and the other on the satin.

'You know what I want...' I pulled him towards me, and down, till he was 
kneeling between my open legs. He buried his face in my shaven crotch. I 
leaned back, and slipped my arse forward on the wooden seat. I felt his lips 
kissing my clit, and heard myself moan with the first pleasure .

'Harder...Yes, just like that.' He had got it exactly right. His tongue, hard and 
pointed, was licking over my clit, and then down between my lips, down and 
into my cunt. As it went into me, then his nose was stimulating my clit. Then up 
between my lips, to nibble at my clit again, before repeating. I could feel myself 
getting wetter and wetter. My tits ached, and I twisted the nipples between my 
fingers and thumbs. I leaned my cunt forward, further into his face, and my hips 
were now moving in rhythm with him. I undid the bow at the front of my 
negligee, and slipped it from my shoulders. My tits were bare now, and I lifted 
one of his hand from where it was gripping my hips, and placed it over my right 
breast. His licking increased in intensity.

I reached my hands under his t-shirt, stretching the neck of it, and kneaded the 
muscles of his shoulder. His skin silky, but muscles hard beneath it.

I was close now, and could hear myself mouthing endearments and 
obscenities...remote from me as if it were another person. I was all cunt and 
tits...no mind. I grasped his head in both hands and held it while I raked my cunt 
up and down his face. My two men, my lover and Jack, my husband, both have 
fairly long hair. This crew-cut felt so different under my palms. It was this 
thought that triggered me, and I came, my cunt sliding up and down over his 
open mouth as the spasms rippled through my body.

I'm not sure whether I've mentioned it before in this series of diaries, but after a 
really big orgasm my clit goes a bit sensitive. Not for long...thank goodness, but 
quite sharp for a few minutes. He was still licking me, though slower, and I 
heard myself give a little squeak as it went on edge. I  put my hands in his 
armpits and lifted him slightly to let him know I wanted him to get up. I doubt if 
I could have lifted him far!

He stood in front of me, and I nuzzled him, my cheek against the front of his 
tennis shorts. I felt up the back of his thighs with both hands. My light touch 
tickled him, and he wriggled. The feel of the light blonde hair just brushing my 
palms was so exciting! As he wriggled, I reached up, both hands up the back of 
his shorts, to feel the muscles of his thighs, and then up till I had one hand on 
each of his buttocks...he had no underpants on, and I could feel the strength in 
the hard muscles. At the same time my face was crushed against the hidden 
crowbar of his prick. I opened my mouth and closed it round the base of it. He 
moaned, and I could feel his buttocks move under my palms in a simulation of 
fucking. My mouth moved to his knob, and I mouthed it, still through the cotton 
shorts. He moaned more, and one hand left my head, where he had been 
stroking my hair, and started to fumble with the waistband.

'No, let me...'  I searched for the zip. I couldn't help noticing a perfect cupid's 
bow at the root of the white shape of his cock, where I had closed my mouth on 
it, and a red lipstick smear where it had found his hidden knob. I giggled a 
moment as I wondered whether he would have to explain those suspicious 
marks to some lover...some little girl in his class. Or some boy... There was no 
zip. I unpopped four or so buttons, leaving the top clasp done up. I reached 
inside and pulled his cock out, fringed by long wisps of fine, golden-red-blonde 
hairs.

I held it for several seconds, admiring it. I'd only had two cocks...but knew from 
Jack's porno movies that this was indeed an exceptional weapon. 'You're big...' 
I pressed it against my face. It went from my chin right up past my forehead.  
And the knob! Well, he was circumcised, which was a pity because I still 
wanted to know what it was like to play with an uncut penis, but the consolation 
was that it seemed immense. I thought of that reaming into me, filling me, and 
could feel my excitement rising. I licked its full length, along the vein at the 
front. I know this sends men crazy. Licking up and down now, using the point 
of my tongue, and alternating with gently sucking on it, like you eat a slice of 
watermelon, I thought, giggling again.

He had one hand on the back of my head, still stroking my hair. I'm lucky. Got 
the hair that men love. Long, blonde, shining down to my shoulders. The other 
hand reached down and fondled first one breast and then the other. Each 
squeeze on my breast, each tweaking of a nipple, sent shudders through me, 
right down to my clit. It is as if I have a connection from my tits to my cunt. I 
knew my juices were flowing even more than when I came under his tongue.

'Jesus! You've got lovely tits. What a body. You're really beautiful. God you 
make me hot. Yes, Like that! Jesus that's good...'

I was giving him a classic head-job now, working his knob in and out of my 
mouth, sucking my cheeks in to give suction.

Both hands on the back of my head now, he was steering me so I was in the 
rhythm his eager cock wanted. He had a lovely habit of moaning when he was 
excited...I hadn't heard that in real life before, and it was extra sexy.

I tasted a drop of cum!  I pulled my mouth away.

'No! Don't stop! I was about to...'

I interrupted him. 'I know. Later! First I want this huge thing up in me. I want 
you to fuck me, fill me up!' As a treat I slipped one finger into the crease of his 
arse (I still had my hands up, under his shorts) and tickled his arsehole before 
tapping it with the tip of my finger, and then slipping the very tip, not right into 
his arsehole, but just past the outer muscle. His cock twitched in front of me, 
and another droplet of cum appeared in the eye of it. I licked it off with the tip 
of my tongue. 'On my bed!' 

I got up and pressed my tits against his t-shirt. I was naked now, as the satin 
robe had fallen to the chair where I had been sitting. I kissed him, and could 
taste my pussy on his lips. His hands were on my bottom, caressing and pulling 
me into him. The naughty boy had one palm on my bottom, but the other edge-
on in the crack of my arse, pressing my secret places with the side of his hand. I 
could feel that massive cock between us, pressed against the top of my belly. I 
kneaded the muscles of his neck and shoulders as we embraced. Lord! Was I 
ready!

I grasped his cock and pulled him after me as I walked to the stairs. On the stairs 
he fondled my bottom as we went up, and I knew he had fallen for my best 
....perhaps second-best....feature. I stopped on the stairs, and felt his cock hard 
against my buttocks, his hands reaching round to press my belly, and reach 
down for my cunt-lips...swollen and open as you will imagine. On again and 
into the bedroom. 

I made a great exhibition of drawing the curtains...reaching up to give him the 
best view of my breasts in profile, and bending over to show him my arse and 
newly-shaven, smooth, plump cunt-lips. I looked over my shoulder, and saw he 
was slipping off his socks, having kicked off his shoes. His cock still stood out 
through his flies, the knob red, eager, angry. The room was warm from the 
afternoon sun, and the blue curtains filtered the sunlight.

I lay on the bed and watched him heave his t-shirt over his shoulders and head. 
The muscles of his chest rippled. I couldn't wait to feel them, lick them, feel 
their weight on my tits. Now the shorts, undone, and dropped to the 
floor...kicked away. He stood there. Just as I knew what a lovely body I have, so 
he knew his was godlike, and was proud and confident in it.

I couldn't wait. 'Come here! I'm nearly coming just looking at you....'

'Jesus, you're lovely!' He seemed to be a boy of few words!

'Well, come here, and show me what you can do with that thing!'

I was laying on my back, legs wide open. He lay on top of me. He was aware of 
the weight of his strong body and rested on his elbows as he kissed me, his chest 
only just touching my tits...or rather my erect nipples. But I could feel his cock, 
nearly positioned over my cunt, as our tongues touched, and my hands felt that 
wonderful body. Both my other men have good bodies, but short of being really 
athletic. This was a treat. And his chest hairless despite its strength. Involuntary, 
my belly rose up as I arched my back. His cock was just right now, and I could 
feel that wonderful knob parting my lips. 'Now! Shove it in! Lover, shove it in!'

The photo of Jack, my husband, watched down from the wall above my bed-
head.

Neither of us touching his cock, I could feel the broadness of it stretching me 
beyond any toy I had used, and beyond the two cocks I had known, certainly. It 
was filling me. He rested there, tonguing my neck.

'And if you come before I do...'

'I won't. I'll try not to...'

'Well, fuck me then! Hard!' I knocked one elbow away and his full weight fell 
on my chest, crushing my tits. 'Yes! Like that! I want to feel your weight. Now 
harder! faster!'

His cock was reaming up into me, pulling out, nearly all the way, and then 
forcing up into me again. Each stroke his pubic bone crashed into my shaven 
mound, and my clitoris was on fire.

I was getting close. This was quick, even for me. His mouth on my nipple now. 
Nibbling at it and teasing it with his tongue. A hand under my arse, feeling me 
there, threatening to invade my anus. My arms round his neck, now round his 
back, clutching. My legs round his hips. Deep! Deep! Lord, I was coming. 
'Now! Now! I'm coming! Now! Hard! Fuck!' His lips on mine now, stopping 
the flow of my swearing, but fucking even harder and faster. My cunt clutched 
at him as I came, and I could feel his cock suddenly moving smoother, more 
freely despite my tightness, as he filled me with his cum.

We lay there, me panting. Him not! His cock still in me. He stroked my breast. 
Gently, not really sexually now. 'All passion spent!' I thought. Now where was 
that from? He really was beautiful! I looked at him. Like a statue...but 
warm...hot! And still erect!

I pulled away and kneeled over him, facing his toes. His cock glistened with our 
inter-mingled cum. I held it at the root, my other hand cradling his balls, and 
licked it, up and down, till all the stickiness had gone. It twitched.

'Now, let's have that oral,' I said. 'Gently. And long. Here, lie beside me.'

We lay side-by side, my face resting on one of his thighs, while the other leg 
held my head in place over his cock. And vice-versa for him. I felt his mouth 
again, full open against my open cunt. 

Did I say he was skilled? I've had a few since, and I think he's still the best....at 
least of the males! His tongue was describing a figure of eight...round my 
clitoris, down my slot, round the rim of my vagina, and then back up to my clit.  
It amused me to do the same to his cock. Knob in my mouth, tongue down the 
shaft, a circle round his balls with the tip of my tongue, back up the shaft, and 
again fully in my mouth. We were playing, and I knew that soon we would both 
be demanding the full sensation of a mutual 'gobble'. But for the moment, the 
feeling for me was wonderful, hovering just this side of ecstasy.

Suddenly he stopped, and I heard him swear as he started to his knees. 'Oh shit!'

I suddenly saw my official afternoon lover standing by the bed. Naked.  Legs 
astride. His hand running slowly and luxuriously up and down his cock, 
watching us.

'And if that is a sight. Beautiful!' I heard him whisper.

'It's all right! It's not my husband. Just a friend. Don't stop.' I pushed him back 
down. Back to his thorough work on my cunt.  We were lying side-by-side 
again. 'And as for you! Stop playing with that and give me some. You can see 
there's room for you!' As I lay on my side I raised one leg a bit, crooking it, and 
spread my arse with thumb and fingers. He lay beside me, still holding his cock. 
I felt him press it against my anus, which I had oiled...it seemed days earlier, but 
really only half an hour or so before. 'Not that one. Or not yet!'
'Whoops!' he laughed, and I felt it entering the correct one...He removed his fist 
as he pressed it home, up, up into me. I was sandwiched now between the two 
men, one sucking at me while I rewarded him with my mouth, and the other into 
me from behind, pressing his chest against my back, licking and kissing my 
neck.

He leaned over and kissed me, fucking me slow and deep. The cock I had been 
playing with lay touching both of our faces. As he kissed me, his free hand was 
caressing not me, but the athletic arse and thighs of my student gas-man. I was 
still being sucked, but the hands that had been clasping my bottom cheeks were 
now displaced, and seeking consolation in feeling the newcomer's buttocks as 
they clenched and unclenched in the rhythm of his fucking . Both men were 
playing with each others' bodies while sucking and fucking at my cunt. I could 
see his hand slip into the opening-and closing cleavage, and then a finger 
tickling the young athlete's secret rose. The cock was twitching between us as 
we kissed. He pulled his mouth away from my neck and shoulder, and laughing 
made an 'o' with it. I grasped the cock, and shoved it into his waiting mouth.

Now, the fantasy of two men sucking each other...ideally fucking, but sucking 
would do...has been with me since I was a teen at school. Alone in my bed, with 
a candle or the handle of a hairbrush, I would come off while imagining two 
boys playing. And, as you know, this man and the boy who was to become my 
husband were the centers of my girlish desires. The sight of a hard cock in my 
man's mouth answered to all these secret imaginings, and suddenly I felt myself 
coming. I have since read that people are often disappointed when they first 
experience for real their solitary fantasies...in my case the orgasm was the most 
powerful of my life!

The sucking and fucking continued through my orgasm, and for once I did not 
go sensitive. I knew what I wanted now...

I pulled away from the cock and knelt over my blonde athlete. I held his cock 
vertical, and sank myself onto it, until my pelvis rested on his, his golden hairs 
touching the white, naked plumpness of my mound. I leaned forward...'Now the 
other one. Fuck me in my arse.'
As my tits rested on his broad, hairless chest he managed to get one arm up 
between us, to fondle one breast, while the other hand over my back pulled me 
down onto him. And then I felt a second cock beginning to enter my tighter 
hole. First the knob, stretching, and then the shaft, filling. There was a 
momentary discomfort, to be immediately replaced by a feeling of full-ness. 
Two cocks! Another of my fantasies. Not one of girlhood now, but one which I 
had recently begun to use to spur myself on to orgasm when in bed with my 
husband, Jack. It worked when all else was failing!

As we lay there, hardly any movement in my cunt was possible, but that cock in 
my arsehole was now moving freely in and out. I was pressing down on the 
pubic bone beneath me, and managed to move oh-so-slightly, to press and 
release my clit.  I kissed the blonde boy, and by reaching forward found my cunt 
could move. So now all three of us were being stimulated. My tongue deep in 
his mouth, my lips wide open over his, I felt an orgasm rising. I would have 
cried out, but his hand now held my head so our lips were locked together. My 
arse was being slapped, and I knew I would come. I tore my face away and 
yelled 'Now!' and some other words I blush to write down. I felt the looseness 
in my arse as he pumped cum into me, and then my cunt ultra-slippery as my 
other boy filled that for me too.

We lay, propped against the pillows smoking, watching our athlete dress. He 
had to report to his depot before it closed...and would have to at least jog there 
to arrive in time. 

'A week today?'

'Yes. maam. I'd like that!'

After he had gone, I decided to explore a bit. 'I could see you fancied him...I 
could see you watching him as he dressed. '

'Well, you must admit, he's got a fantastic bod. And the face of a God, too. And 
not a bear, despite his muscles. The two of you lying on the bed when I came in 
was the sexiest thing I've ever seen'

'I could see you feeling his muscles while you fucked me. And the crack of his 
arse . And I found it ever-so-exciting when you sucked him...Tell me, if you had 
an hour with him what would you do?'

'Suck a bit...and then have him fuck me.'

'So you do go both ways?'

'Not often enough...Shall we next week?'

'Umm. I'd like to watch you...pity Jack doesn't...hey, you're hard again. Now, 
like this...'

                                        The end, for now