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Aurora was anxious. Nervous didn’t quite cover it. She was outwardly calm but inside the beautiful exterior her emotions and body were raging. Let me explain.

Consider a beautiful woman, with some experience in life, by no means a virgin and certainly not a prude. In fact, Aurora had prided herself on being able to live life to its fullest, until tonight…

For almost as long as Aurora and Daniel had been together, even after they had gotten married, they had talked about her many admirers. Every time she walked down the street men would take a look at her and then another. From the front they saw her lovely face, classical features that were always graced with a smile, her beautiful light brown eyes flashing, her long wavy auburn hair swaying with each step, and each step gave her luscious breasts movements that made men moan.

At first Aurora thought her husband would be angry with her about this, but when she asked him about it she was surprised to learn that he liked the attention she was given as much as she did, and perhaps even more.

“I love the way you look, Aurora, the way your sweet ass looks in your skin tight jeans, or how good your ass and legs look when you wear a mini-skirt, so how can I complain when other men want to look, too, and even touch?” Aurora would blush at his remarks, but those remarks excited her even more, so instead of trying to look more innocent and demure Aurora would sometimes return a glance, then divert her eyes and blush. But as time went on she would hold the glance if the man was young and handsome and well dressed, and the blushes turned into feelings of desire, the heat from her cheeks now becoming warm lustful tingles in her pussy.

“Yes, Dan, it turns me on, how could it not?”

“Then why don’t you talk to them, see if you like one?”

“Like one for what? I have you for my lover, Dan, you’re all I need, all l want. And if you wanted another woman I think I’d kill you!”

“Aurora, you’re all I want as well, but I want you to be happy. That makes me happy. So why would I be angry with you if you were to talk with one of them?” They would discuss this until it got to the point of Aurora admitting that some of her admirers did turn her on, but she couldn’t do anything with any of them, she knew it would hurt Dan, and she wouldn’t do that.

And then one night it began to change again. They were just getting back home, after a walk in the summer evening, and as they walked past a café that was near their neighborhood they saw a well-dressed young man sitting at an outside table, having a drink with his friends. Dan clearly heard the young man say to his friends: “There she is. Is she not beautiful?” The three other heads turned, showing slight smiles, then they turned to each other and began talking again, but not before Daniel saw a hint of a glance pass between the handsome young man and Aurora.

Dan had gripped his wife’s hand tighter, leaned to her, whispered in her ear: “Aurora, do you know him, the handsome one? He’s looking at you. Even though we’ve passed them, he’s looking at you, can you feel it?” Aurora instinctively turned her head, saw that each of the men at the table was looking at her, at her beautiful ass in her tight jeans. Her head snapped back to eyes front.

“Yes, I know him, he’s in the café every day so it’s not unusual that we would meet. Please don’t be angry with me!”

“On the contrary, I’m not angry, I’m happy that your friend admires you, how could he not?” Aurora breathed a sigh of relief, and emboldened by her husband’s excitement she went on, telling him that the man, Sandro, had asked her several times to go with him to his apartment, just for lunch, or a drink, or coffee. But she had always refused, although she really did want to go. She had looked at her husband as she said this, watching his face for any sign of anger or pain, but she saw only a smile.

“Aurora, the next time he asks you to go with him, go. See how he lives, and how he reacts when you’re there with him. Listen to this: make a plan with someone at work to call you at a certain time and when you answer you use the call to either tell Sandro that you have to leave, or that it’s nothing that can’t wait and you can stay. How does that sound? You’ll be safe.”

Aurora knew now that her husband really wanted her to do this, that he had planned it all out, every detail, so why would he be hurt if she were to actually do it? She decided to go a bit further with him.

“So you want him to see me?” she asked, dropping the flimsy negligee she had worn as she brushed her lustrous hair. Her breasts were tipped with dark nipples that he ached to touch, but she turned from him, her magnificent ass drawing his attention. “And would you like him to see me like this?” Dan finally caught his breath, managed to utter a ragged “Yes! Oh, yes!”

So now she knew, he really thought he wanted her to take a lover. Now the question was, did she? Immediately her pussy began to quiver, she could actually feel the flower petals of her lips tingle and pulsate as they filled with blood, the warmth of her lubrication wet in her slit. She wanted to, she realized she wanted to feel another man touch her, kiss her, fondle her, enter her, but could she do it.

“He would have to kiss me,” and her lips descended to Dan’s, opened, her tongue slipping into his surprised mouth, sweet, warm, insistent. “Oh, yes, and I would have to do this,” her hand gliding down his body, finding his throbbing cock, gripping it, her fingers tightening. “Should I do this as well?” and she kissed a trail of wet kisses down his chest, pausing to bite his nipple, then kissed until she was at his hips. Glancing up at him, her lovely eyes glowing with lust, she raised her eyebrows questioningly, “is this what you want me to do with him, Dan?” and she rubbed her lush lips across the dark head.

“Oh! Aurora! Yes! Please, yes! I want you to do that to him, Aurora!” and in a minute he was filling her mouth with his cum.

A few days later Aurora was in the café where she often went for a coffee in the late afternoon. She felt somewhat embarrassed that since her husband had tried so hard to convince her to take a lover she was now dressing more provocatively. Today she was wearing a tight mini-skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks and she knew that if she were to bend over her ass and pussy would be on full view, but the thought of other men seeing her most private parts excited her. In some ways it was as though she had no control or blame, it wasn’t really her decision, but since Dan was so insistent she would go along with it just to see how it felt.

Aurora could sense the stares she was getting as she entered the cafe, and the thought of that made her walk a little faster, knowing that her hips would move in a very seductive way. She was a bit disappointed that none of her friends were there, but it was early, so she sat at the small table by the window where they usually met and sipped her coffee.

As she looked out the window she saw Sandro strolling toward her and she felt her heart beat faster. She tried to remain calm but she could feel her face begin to warm with blushing, and she realized that she was wriggling in her seat, her pussy felt all tingly and warm. The worst thing, though, was that she could feel her nipples begin to stiffen. In the thin top she was wearing Sandro was sure to see the evidence of her excitement.

Rather than sit at another table he approached her and without asking her permission he sat across from her. “Nice to see you again, Aurora.” His voice was soft, soothing, and she began to relax. His blue eyes sparkled as he looked at her, his smile comforting, making her smile in return. They began talking and soon she felt that they were like old friends catching up on each other’s lives.

”Oh, I should leave, I have some things to do. They’ll only take a few minutes but it must be done now.” Aurora felt the disappointment, hoped it wouldn’t show on her face or in her eyes, and she lowered her gaze. “No need for us to stop now, though. Come with me, I can do what I need and then we can have a drink before you leave.” It wasn’t an invitation, rather it was what he had planned for her, for them. Silently she raised her eyes, then smiled and they walked out.

His apartment was close by so they had little time to talk as they walked, the afternoon warm, very pleasant. Sandro opened the windows for some fresh air, the long curtains blowing softly. “I’ll only be a few minutes, I promise. Something to drink? I’m having a Punt e Mes and soda.”

“Yes, with lime, please.” Aurora was shaking, she caught a little quaver in the words that tumbled from her lips but Sandro didn’t seem to notice, or let on if he did. The tall cool drink was in her hand in a minute and he leaned to her, kissed her cheek. “Only a few more minutes, Aurora,” and he went into another room. Her cheek was burning where he had kissed her, her pussy was dripping, her breath was fast and shallow, she thought she might faint. Aurora drank half the aperitif and walked around the small but well furnished room, admiring the books and CDs on the shelves, looking at the pictures, all of Sandro and an assortment of young attractive women. She was standing at the window between the parted curtains when she felt his strong hands on her slim waist.

“Aurora, you’re a very beautiful woman,” and he pulled her long hair aside, his lips brushing the nape of her neck. She shivered but tried to maintain her composure.

“As beautiful as all those women in the photographs on your walls?” Instantly she regretted the petty remark, she sounded juvenile and jealous.

“Aurora, your name fits you perfectly, but it’s more than beauty that I admire in you. I can see that you have a thirst for knowledge and experience, so we’re alike in that regard.” He turned her body to him, moving her as though they were dancing, and looked into her eyes. “I know you want to have this experience, don’t I?” His words were a statement rather than a question, confident, almost commanding. His hand was beneath her chin so she couldn’t lower her eyes, and she felt her lower lip begin to quiver.

“I … ,” and he kissed her, the kiss soft and gentle, his lips soft against hers. She relaxed and leaned into him, felt the hardness of his chest, felt the muscles in his arms as he gently pulled her to him, gasped as she felt his hardness push against her firm belly.

“You see what you do to me? I can’t resist you, I’ve been waiting for this since the first time I saw you in the café, and every time since I’ve gotten aroused at the sight of you. I think perhaps you have a spell on me,” and he laughed, but held her more tightly, kissed her again.

Her nipples were aching, they felt so hard they almost hurt. She returned his kisses now, her tongue against his, her hands on his back as his cupped her ass, pulling her hips more tightly to him. She heard herself moaning, felt the burning of his hands as he pulled her top up, she raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. Surprising herself, she unsnapped her bra, let the lace fall to the floor. Her breasts swayed and then were still, beautifully shaped, her nipples pointing upward a bit and outward.

Sandro stepped back, not touching her, his eyes feasting on her partial nudity. He sat in the chair where she had been, and as he unbuckled his belt he told her to undress completely, slowly. She turned from him, unbuttoned the skirt and wriggled her hips to get it down, conscious that it looked like a shimmy in a strip show. She threw it aside, and when she turned to him she saw that he was naked, sitting again, legs spread, one hand slowly stroking the biggest cock she had ever seen. The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. The first thing she realized was that she wanted to feel that hard swollen head deep in her throat and then buried balls deep in her twitching cunt.

Aurora turned again, surprised at her restraint. She leaned over to take her high heels off, and she knew that with her legs spread like that she was showing him everything, and she smiled. This was better than she could ever have imagined and she was loving it. Why had she not done this sooner?

Sandro could scarcely believe it, she was naked now, and as she leaned down he could see that her pussy was literally dripping, the tops of her thighs were glistening with her sweet dew, and her puckered little asshole was there for him to do as he wished. She turned to him, completely naked now, her tits full, slightly separated, her nipples hard, her eyes burning brightly as she licked her lip lower lip. Gone was the hesitant young girl, here was a lusty erotic woman, about to take what she wanted, and he had better not disappoint her.

Aurora felt far from in control, though, she felt like it was the first time she had ever had sex, and she was terrified. “What if he doesn’t like me once we’re in bed? What if I freeze up? What if … “ and he held his hand out, she took it, and he led her into the bedroom.

Wordlessly, they lay on the bed, she on her back, he beside her, tilting her head to him, kissing her lips, his hand caressing her warm flesh, eliciting soft moans when he touched her nipples, her hips, her mound. Aurora parted her legs then, needing him to touch her, there, wanting to feel his fingers delve into her. Her kisses were hard now, demanding, her mouth sucking his tongue in, her hands pushing his down to where she was oh so ready for him.

“Sandro … ,” and she gripped his head, holding on as she kissed him again, “ … please, don’t tease, not any more, please!” and she pushed his head down until she felt him suck her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling on the hardened tip, making her body convulse. She thought she might cum, it was so overpowering, but he trailed his tongue across her heaving chest and, oh!, bit the other nipple, fire shooting from there down into the depths of her cunt. She was beginning to feel lightheaded, and she took a deep breath as Sandro let her nipple free.

Aurora took a second breath just as his lips reached her mound. “You’ll shave your lips for me, my sweet,” and she groaned as his tongue pushed through the hairy patch, down the silken furrow of her slit. He moved between her legs, spread them wide, the soles of her feet on the bed beside his shoulders, and lifted her hips. She rose to lean back on her elbows, watched through lust crazed eyes as he licked again, brushing between the sodden lips, down, as he raised her hips and licked at her puckered asshole. “Oohhh!!!”

Sandro wanted more than anything to fuck this delicious woman. The smell of her sex, the taste of her sweet pussy, the feeling of her soft skin was driving him wild, but he took deep breaths, wanting to prolong her anticipation so that she would enjoy herself, and him, to the fullest. This would be no one night stand; he wanted to have her as often as he wished, so he had to be sure she was panting for his cock and that she would savor it when she finally felt him enter her, that she would want it over and over again, tonight and in the days and months to come.

She was panting, for sure, unable to hold still, her body writhing on the bed, trying to pull his face into her pussy, and when she felt his mouth cover her lips and as he forced his tongue deep into her she cried out, her body rigid, teeth clenched in anticipation. And he pulled away.

“Bastard! I want you now, do it!”

“Do what, beautiful woman? What do you want? Tell me.” He pulled himself up between her legs, feeling her wetness against the tip of his cock as it dragged against her, then flatten against her belly. He leaned to kiss her but she slapped at his face, her eyes fierce.

“Fuck me now, you’ve waited long enough!” And before she could finish the last word she felt her lips opening to him, felt the heat and hardness drive into her, past her soft petals, deep into the silken sanctum of her cunt, his balls nestled between the cheeks of her ass. She groaned, moving her hips to accommodate his length and girth, and he began moving in that ancient dance. Her arms were around his neck, her mouth on his, her tongue fucking his mouth. He pulled away, bit her lip, then rolled until she was on him, and let her go.

Aurora rose up, her knees clamped to Sandro’s thighs, her back arched, tits thrust out, long fine hair falling down her back, high in the saddle, then fell forward, her hands flat on his chest, grunting with each swivel of her hips, her breasts moving in rhythm with his upward thrusts, bouncing up and settling again, slightly swaying from side to side.

“Now I have you right where you want me,” and she moaned as she took him in until it hurt. “I should have done this long ago, but … “ and she closed her eyes, imagining for an instant her husband and what he might say when she returned to him tonight.

“You’re here now, Aurora, we’re here now, and that’s all that matters. Everything else will work itself out, you’ll see.”

“I want you to cum in me, cum inside me, I want to feel it,” and she moved off, lay by his side, accepting him into her arms as he mounted her, kissed him, wrapped her legs around him as if to capture him to prevent his escape. His movements became fast and hard now, his hips a piston, pounding into her wanton body, his gasps of exertion met with her sobs of joy until she was crying out, her orgasm raising her off the bed, his hands gripping her ass as he poured himself into her, spurt after spurt, until he fell onto her, both of them barely able to breathe.


- - - 3 - - -

Aurora could feel his cum beginning to dribble out of her still tingling pussy, tickling her cheeks as it leaked down, the pulsating walls of her cunt squeezing it from her I cream globs. She wriggled her hips and Sandro moaned. “Wait, Aurora, wait a few minutes until I catch my breath.” She laughed.

“I was just getting comfortable, my lover,” and she flinched as soon as the words were out, but it was true, Sandro was her lover now, and she his. She pushed gently at his shoulders and he rolled to the side, Aurora feeling him slipping from her tight velvet grasp until she was empty save for his semen and the memory of his hardness within her. Reaching between her legs she dipped a finger into her font, raised it to her lips, tasted it on the tip of her tongue and then kissed Sandro. “That’s us, that’s what we taste like,” and she pushed her tongue into his mouth, then out, “and I want more.” She made her way down, took him in her hand. “I want to taste you now, just you,” and she licked him clean. “Now. Just you.”

Aurora took him into her mouth. He was nearly hard now from her licking him, but soft enough that she could take all of him in, and she did, sticking her tongue out to make room in her throat, her lips closing around his shaft, her fingers playing at his hairy balls, a finger tickling between his cheeks. Never had her mouth been so full, felt so satisfied. In a minute he was hard and deep in her throat. She could barely breathe but the excitement was what was really breath-taking. She swung her body over his, straddling his head with her damp pussy, the cum crusted fuzz tickling his nose as he licked the sugar-coated lips.

Their bodies heaved and rose and fell, mouths locked on each other between each other’s thighs, the pleasure almost painful, every nerve alive and screaming for release. Aurora knew that no one could possibly feel this good, that she was the only woman, the only person, in the world to feel this and she thought that if she were to die in the next instant she would die happily with a smile on her lips.

Each time Sandro felt her body begin to tremble, felt her thighs begin to tighten, he’d stop for a second, take a breath, then begin again. Not to be outdone, Aurora would take the increase in his stiffness as a signal to slow, let him escape from her throat, from her mouth, and lick his shaft, or his balls, and once his asshole. That almost got her into her orgasm but she held back, wanting to feel him fill her mouth when she finally let go.

She sat beside him, watching the head of his glistening cock emerge from her pumping fist, then be hidden again, and each time it reappeared she wanted to take him into her mouth again, to savor the taste and feeling of it. She finally did, leaning to him, gripping tightly, feeling the throbbing, placed her lovely lips on the tip, her tongue poking at the tiny hole, then opened her lips as his hips strained upward, until again he was in her throat, her fingers at his balls and asshole, her other hand between her legs, three fingers thrusting deep into her cunt. And as she pleasured her lover and herself she was finally aware of the power she had over him, and her husband as well. She could give pleasure or withhold it, or tease with it, she had no idea how far she would or could go but she knew that with this night her life had changed.

Aurora crawled on top of Sandro, never letting him out of her mouth, then began taking him in until she was gagging with him past her tonsils, now up until her pursed lips were kissing him again, each time her mouth feeling each ridge and vein and hair, until she knew his cock by heart and could know in advance what she would feel in the next second, and the next.

Sandro flipped them over, he now on top, spreading her legs wide, his tongue piercing her lips, searching for her hot spot, stuffing her full of his tongue and fingers, opening her wider, his tongue between her ass cheeks, licking her there, a finger probing gently, “Just the tip, my love, … , for now,” and then he licked there, his tongue pushing in, soft and warm, listening to her moaning, her mouth filled with him.

He knelt beside her, pulling her up onto her knees, leaned to her and sucked her nipple, bit it until her moan became a series of small cries, his teeth holding her there as she tried to back away. He pulled her to him, sucking gently now, his tongue swirling around the bruised bud. His hand went to her head, he kissed her, their tongues tasting of sex, pulled her to him and down, then held her head in both hands as he fucked her mouth, deep, and Aurora was gagging, coughing, then groaning as she felt the torrent flood her mouth, now trying to swallow, Sandro pulling away, his strings of cum splattering on her face, then her tits and belly.

They were laying together, both wet with his cum, which was beginning to dry. “We’ll be glued together, Sandro,” when her phone chimed. He glanced to her. “I should answer it or he’ll think I’m in trouble,” and she went to her clothes, got it, opened it.

“Yes, I’m fine, I’ll be home in an hour.” Sandro watched her, so calm as she spoke with her husband, naked, covered with his cum, her hair disheveled, her face glowing with sated lust. He saw her smile as she listened to what her husband had to say.

“Oh, that’s too bad. Well, I’ll see you when you get back then. Don’t forget to have something to eat. Ciao, Dan.” She turned to Sandro. “He’s out of town, has to stay until tomorrow, or maybe longer.” Her smile told him she was not disappointed at the news. (Of course, Aurora knew, by the sound of the background, that Dan was not out of town, but was, in fact, at home.)


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Aurora came to him, her lush body beautiful in the moonlight that filled the room through the open curtains, her long auburn hair brushing her shoulders, her dark nipples tilting upward and slightly outward, her belly firm beneath the soft flesh, her pussy dark with her natural bush, her legs long and shapely.

“You heard?” Sandro nodded, smiling. “Now, can I have you inside me one more time before we sleep, or must I leave now?” She crawled up to him on the bed, like a giant cat about to pounce on her prey, and he could smell her, the remnants of her perfume mingled with the aroma of her pussy, and the pungent scent of her cunt cream mixed with his fluids, and her sweat. An intoxicating mixture, an aphrodisiac, to be sure. Despite their almost non-stop sex he was beginning to get hard again, and straining his muscles he was able to give a little twitch, which didn’t escape Aurora’s watchful eyes.

“Oh, someone is glad to see me, I think!” and she continued crawling until she was astride him, her plump nipple at his lips, then as she kissed him, only the tip of her tongue going into his mouth, she rocked her hips so that her wet pussy was rubbing his cock. In a minute he was hard enough so that she could hold him and push the head in, then settle back and with the sensation of her warmth and wetness he became fully hard and drove in, and they were fucking . . . slowly, lovingly, kissing and murmuring, her strong shapely legs around his, her ankles locked behind his knees, her head back, his hands gripping her wrists beside her head, “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” until first Aurora and then Sandro came, her orgasm bringing on his, and lasting until both were still, panting, a soft chuckle from Aurora.

During the night Aurora awoke, wondered for a moment where she was, then felt the warmth of Sandro’s body against her, so different than Dan’s, unfamiliar. She lay beside him, gently fondling his soft cock, then slipped beneath the sheet that covered them, sucked him into her mouth, her fingers caressing his chest, her fingernail scratching his nipple. Soon he was awake, but groggy from the excitement of the evening. He lay there, groaning softly as Aurora sucked him, softly, relishing the texture and stiffness of his manhood, until Sandro pulled her on top of him, spreading her legs to eat her pussy again, licking gently, probing with his fingers and tongue; they were like old lovers now, nicely acquainted with each other’s likes and wants. Sandro came, Aurora swallowing as the spurts splashed against her tongue, then licked him until he was empty and satisfied. She came up to him, nestled against him, purring like a kitten full of milk.

“Aurora, you didn’t . . . “, but she pressed a finger to his lips.

“Shhh, I feel wonderful; I’m saving it for later. I want something special from you in the morning.”

- - 5 - - -

Aurora opened her eyes, the early morning sunlight having replaced the magical moon beams of the previous night. Looking with dismay at the empty space on the bed beside her she could hear water running, so she padded, naked, on bare feet, into the bathroom, finding Sandro shaving, his jaw covered with the remnants of the thick fragrant white cream. She kissed the back of his shoulder, her hand resting affectionately on his hip, watched silently the mirrored image for a moment, then peed, feeling very erotic to be doing it as he watched and listened, the tinkle of her flow musical in the otherwise quiet apartment.

“Aurora! I didn’t want to awaken you, you were so beautiful sleeping there, that angelic smile on your naughty lips.” He rinsed his face, pulled her to him, kissed her, his hands on her ass, massaging the tight buns. She pressed her body against his, wriggling her hips as his fingers dug in, groaning as her tongue found his again.

“Since you’re shaving, maybe you’d like to shave me,” and she moved his hand to her cum encrusted bush. He smiled, then rummaged around in a drawer below the sink, found an electric clipper.

“Here, you can take the first layer off, then I’ll shave you properly with my razor.” She saw his cock twitch, took the clipper from him and sat on the edge of the toilet seat. Spreading her legs, she pulled the thick hair at the sides of her lips taut and pressed the clipper at the edge of her thigh.

“Ohh! That tickles, but it feels nice!” She carefully ran the clipper up her labia, and in a few minutes she was satisfied with her work. She had also trimmed above so that her mound was still covered but not so thickly. “Now, the rest is up to you, my lover.” She liked the sound of that very much.

Sandro lathered his hand, then applied the scented cream to her nether lips. Aurora watched closely as the razor began to do its job, long swipes taking the lather away, and the stubble beneath it as well. He shaved in one direction and then the other, pulling the frilly folds to get all the hair, and soon he was done. “Ah, even more beautiful than before, but I think I’ll leave that lovely fringe around your pretty rosebud. You should rinse now, Aurora,” using the word to describe her beauty rather than her name, “and you really need a shower anyway, you reek of sex.” She punched his upper arm playfully and they got into the shower, blushing at his comment about her asshole.

They washed themselves, then each other, Sandro getting hard from her very thorough soaping of his cock and balls and ass, Aurora, now wet within as well as outside from Sandro’s sucking her tits and washing her pussy and ass, being careful to get to all the cracks and crevices, and from him telling her how beautiful her newly shorn pussy was. He gave a few experimental licks, declared the job a success. “Later, after breakfast, we can really put it to the test.”

Aurora couldn’t wait, didn’t want to wait. She turned from him, placed her hands on the tiled wall, spread her legs and leaned forward, her wet hair plastered to her head. She looked over her shoulder to him, her face smiling, her eyes half closed with lust. “No, Sandro, I can’t wait, fuck me now.” Her pent up arousal from the middle-of-the-night fucking and her not climaxing had to be released, and his playing with her pussy as he shaved her had made it even worse. She was aching to feel him inside her!

Sandro knelt behind her, spread her cheeks and licked her now nude soft smooth lips. Her fingers were there already, investigating her clit, which was now so smooth on its hood. “Oh, Sandro, it feels so wonderful!” She moaned as he ran his tongue down through the newly naked furrow, flicked his tongue across her tight little star and pushed his middle finger into her pussy. She rocked her hips as he added a second finger. She was close to cumming but wanted to hold off for as long as she possibly could.

“Sandro, you remember saying that you wouldn’t put your finger in my rear, for now?” He hummed something that she took for a yes. “Well, I think it’s now; now would be a good time, do you think?”

“Ummhmm!” He spread her cheeks with both hands, opening her to him and licked her asshole, long wet warm swipes, the tip of his tongue like a small hard cock pushing into her tight crevice. Aurora turned to face him and he thought she had changed her mind, but she kissed him.

“In bed, let’s go to bed again,” gripping his hand. They dried hurriedly, both wanting to see how far Aurora would take this. It was her decision, something she had long resisted but long wondered about. Today she would break one more taboo. Would it hurt as much as she thought it would? Would it still feel good despite the pain? Would this be going too far for her husband to tolerate?

Sandro had her lay on her belly, her luscious body spread before him like a banquet. He had fed from her mouth, her breasts, her pussy, and now he would devour her last remaining vestige of virginity, her ass! He pushed a pillow beneath her belly, raising her hips off the bed, spread her legs a bit wider, and kissed each perfect round cheek. His fingers traced soft designs on her lower back, and he could see the fine hairs there standing to attention, wanting their share of enticement. He ran his hand up her spine, then down, watching her tight little star pucker in anticipation. Finally, unable to tease her any longer, he touched the tip of his tongue there, “Ohh!, and spread her cheeks wider, opening her ass to him.

Sandro licked, from her ass to her pussy and back, several times, the fine strip of flesh that separated her love chambers now was her most erotic zone. He caressed her ass as he licked her there, began pushing his finger tip into her, “Ohh, Sandro!” his thumb into her pussy. Her hips were wriggling, she wanted to feel him fill her, all of her. “Please, Sandro, fuck me there, I’m ready now.”

“Fuck you where, my sweet? Where do you want me? What do you want from me, tell me.”

“Fuck my ass with your beautiful cock, fuck me until I scream and cum!” There, she’d said it, and the relief spread throughout her body. “Sandro, I really want you to do it, please, I want to do it, to feel you in my ass!” She looked at him over her shoulder, her smoldering eyes begging him. How could he not?

His licking had gotten her wet, but he wanted to be sure that she was sufficiently lubricated so he reached to the bedside stand and found a tube of lubricant, not being new to this game. He squeezed a dollop of the viscous gel on her asshole. “Aurora, rub it in for me, get your beautiful ass ready for me.” He watched as her hand reached between her outstretched thighs, her middle finger pushing the gel in. “Rub it in well, my sweet, in deep,” and the tip of her finger disappeared, her cheeks clasped closed, a soft moan from her as she began to finger fuck herself.

“Sandro, it feels so good! I never imagined it could feel this good.” She used two fingers now, jamming them in completely, and he dripped more gel on them as they slid in and out. She was panting now.

“Use your thumb on your clit, Aurora,” and immediately she began moaning loudly as her thick thumb nudged her love button. “Push it into your pussy, fuck both holes,” and she began straining with the pleasure. “Enough, I want to make you cum now,” and he pulled her hand away, her fingers sticky from the gel.

“I’m ready, my lover, but go slow, please, at first, go slow,” and she gripped the sheets above her head. He straddled her, his cock pushing into her dripping pussy, surprising her. “Sandro, no, please,” and as finding its target as if by scent, on the next thrust he slipped from her and she moaned as she felt the thick head at her dark entrance. Sandro leaned over her, took hold of her wrists, “Relax, sweet one, relax. Breath out, and ...” and as she did he pushed forward.

“Ohh, Sandro! Stop!” He did, for a moment, and then pushed again. With a few more attempts she cried out as the thick ridge of the helmeted head was in, her sphincter closing around it, tight on the top of his shaft. “Ahh, you’re inside me, you’re in my ass, oh my god, you’re in my ass!” They began to move, Sandro kissing her back of her neck, her shoulder, still holding her wrists, feeling her straining against him. “Yes, fuck me, oh god, fuck me!”

Sandro sat up, his cock now gliding effortlessly in and out of her oh so tight tunnel. He pulled at her wrists, pulling her up off the bed, her back arched like a bow, her asshole tightening on him. He let one wrist go, grabbed a handful of auburn hair, pulled until her cheek was beside his. She turned her head to him, her mouth open, and he kissed her. “I’m going to fill you with my cum, fill your sweet ass.” He reached to her, his middle finger finding her clit, now swollen and super sensitive. He rammed into her ass relentlessly, and as he did he rubbed and pinched her clit and in a few moment she was cumming, screaming his name and he was cumming in her ass, his seed mingling with the gel, so slippery now, squishing, and they fell to the bed.

After a few minutes, Sandro’s lips at her breast, Aurora sighed.
Sandro, my lover, we must do that again! Soon!”


- - - 6 - - -

After her night with Sandro Aurora had gone home and, no surprise, found Dan there, waiting impatiently. “Well. I suppose you’ve been with a sick friend?” He wanted to hear the details, who she had been with, what she had done, how she enjoyed it, would she do it again? He was bursting with questions but he kept his silence, waiting for her to come forward.

Aurora told him that she had met Sandro at the café, “You remember the handsome man we saw awhile ago outside with his friends, and you said I should go with him to his apartment?” The look on her husband’s face was priceless! “Well, I met him yesterday. I was in his apartment when you called me, from “out of town,” and she emphasized the last words, letting him know that she had been onto him when she got the call.

“Yes, I remember him. Did you really go with him?” He could scarcely believe it.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Oh, Aurora, yes, I do, everything, please! You know how much I want you to be with another man, to know that it’s not only I who appreciates you. And it would make me feel good to know that you’ve had someone else but still return to me, your loving husband.” Aurora took it in, but now it was in a new light. When he had tried to convince her before she hadn’t believed him, hadn’t believed she could do such a thing, or that he really meant for her to do those things she’d done with Sandro. Now she knew better. She could do those things, and her husband really did want her to do them. How grand life was turning out to be!

“Rather than tell you, let me show you,” and she began undressing. She had left her panties at Sandro’s so when she let her skirt drop to the floor Dan was amazed to see that not only was she nude but that her pussy was shaved, or at least her lips! And when she removed her top he saw that there were red marks on her breasts, and her nipples were swollen and puffy.

“I’m a real woman, now, my husband,” and the sound of her telling Sandro that he was her lover flashed in her head, “in every way.” She led him into the bedroom, her delectable ass firm and perfect, swiveling as she walked, dressed only in her high heeled boots. She lay on the bed, her legs spread wide, her pussy lips red and puffy like her nipples from constant use. “Get your ring, I want to feel it when you fuck me.” Dan was amazed, hearing his sweet wife talk like this, but he quickly undressed and got his vibrating cock ring. She took it from him and slipped it onto his hard cock.

“You want to know what we did? We did this,” and she took him in her little fist and squeezed until the head was fat with his blood, then licked him. “But first he licked me,” and she pulled her husband’s face between her thighs, letting him lap at her smooth pussy until she was cumming, her fingers digging into his shoulders. “Then … ,” and she moved down until she could take him into her mouth, into her throat, her tongue rubbing along the base of his shaft, her fingers playing with his balls, squeezing as she tickled his asshole. “And then … ,” and she sucked him until he was shooting his load deep into her throat, listening to her gagging and gargling, then she was up and there were long trails of his cum on her chin, one dangling as it stretched to her breast. She rubbed it on her nipple and pulled his mouth to it, moaning as he licked her tit.

The fucked again, Dan behind her, pulling her hair as Aurora had described Sandro pulling it. “Wait, I want to get on you,” and he let her free, lay down and had her climb onto him. She held the vibrator against her clit, rubbing her mound against his cock, the vibe sending shock waves through her body deep into her smoldering cunt.

“And, what do you think we did this morning, after we had fucked all night?” She lay back, her hair flowing down her back, raised her hips until she was high enough that she could take him in her hand, reached between her legs with her other hand, spread her asshole with her fingers. “He fucked me here until I was begging him to cum in me, to fill my bowels.” Dan could take no more, he gripped her tits, making Aurora cry out in pain, then rammed into her dark star, her thighs slapping against his, the vibe raking her clit and the tight ring of her asshole each time she descended, until he was pumping his cum into her.

They lay panting, his cock still hard within her tight ass, his hands now gently caressing her face and breasts. He looked into her eyes, those huge orbs filled with love for him, he could see that and it filled his heart. He pulled her down, kissed her luscious mouth, her lips soft and tender from all the kisses they had received and given.

“And will you see him again, my sweet wife?” She nodded, her lush lips breaking into a huge grin.

“Oh, yes, this is only the beginning.”


Aurora and Sandro continued to meet nearly every day for the next few weeks, always at the café, then the short walk to his apartment and a long day of sex. For Aurora every time was as amazing as the first time, with Sandro adding something during each session. He would tie her wrists to the bedposts, or blindfold her as she sat on a kitchen chair. On one occasion he had pressed her body against the picture window in his apartment and fucked her from behind, her tits flattened against the glass, only three stories above the afternoon passersby. It was always exciting for them both. She never told her husband when she was going to meet him but she always told him later, in great and vivid detail, everything they had done, no matter how erotic it may have been.


Aurora met Sandro at the café for dinner, as they had planned. She had left a note for her husband telling him that she might not be home that night but not to worry. She was dressed in skin tight jeans, black leather boots stylish at mid-calf, her top a transparent red gauze that hid her nipples until you were right in front of her, the fat tips nearly poking out of the flimsy material. Her lustrous hair was flowing around her lovely face, her huge eyes sparkling as she smiled to her lover, kissing him as he rose to greet her.

“Aurora, you’re more gorgeous each time I see you!” She thought he might be exaggerating but she still liked the compliments. Hearing his voice gave her tingles in her belly. She had been like a school girl waiting to see her boyfriend again, she was so excited!

“I’ve been thinking about you every day, my lover,” the sound of the words still giving her cunt a throb and she could feel her wetness, which had begun even as she was getting dressed to meet him.

“Tonight I have something in mind that you may not want to go along with.” He sat watching her face, her eyes. “But if you trust me I know you’ll enjoy it.” He waited, silent now, letting her run any doubtful thoughts through her mind, but he had only seconds to wait.

“Sandro, I can’t imagine what it is that we haven’t done, but whatever it is, I know you won’t disappoint me, so yes, my lover, let’s do it.” She was even more excited now. Gone were the days when she would tell her husband that she wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t do that, before even knowing how she might feel, whether or not she might like it. If Sandro wanted her to do it, if he thought she’d like it, she’d do it, and tell her husband when she got home.

Sandro excused himself and was gone but a minute, and they finished their coffees and left.
The walk to the apartment was quiet, both on the darkened street and between themselves, each lost in their own thoughts. Sandro was congratulating himself on yet again being able to have this beautiful woman do his bidding, and Aurora was looking forward to yet more delights of the flesh with her magnificent lover.

As they entered his apartment Aurora was surprised to see two of his friends, Marco and Simon. She’d met each of them before, at the café while having a pre-sex coffee with Sandro. They were both very good looking and quite nice and Sandro had only last week mentioned that they had told him how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have such an extraordinary woman for a lover; it was no secret, everyone at the café knew of their relationship.

Aurora realized immediately what was happening, what was expected to happen if she stayed. Of course she would stay, why would she not? She had thought about such a thing more than once, one of her girlfriends had told her how amazing it was to be loved by more than one man at the same time. Now she would find out for herself if it would be as good for her.

“Ah, I see! Let me guess: we’re going to play a game and I am to be the ultimate prize. If I win then you are to be the prizes. Either way I win, so why waste time with a silly game?” Aurora pulled her shirt from her jeans, letting it flow around her. She unsnapped the brass button at her waist and let the zipper down. The jeans were so tight that they stayed in place, which Aurora had anticipated. “If you want to see me undressed, fair is fair,” and she leaned forward, her breasts hanging enticingly in the transparent top, and unlaced her boots. She glanced up to see that the three men were rapidly undressing and as she took her time with her laces they were all naked in a minute. And hard. And throbbing. Marco seemed to be leaking already and Aurora chuckled to herself.

“Sit, please, all of you, on the sofa,” and she pulled the top over her head, her lovely naked breasts falling free, the nipples plump with anticipation. She threw the top to the side, then stood in front of Simon, lifting her leg as she leaned on Marco and Sandro. “Take it off please,” and she pulled back as the boot slipped free, then repeated with the other. “Now, my jeans, please, and I don’t think we’re in too much of a hurry,” but as she looked to Marco she laughed, “or are we?”

Sandro was wondering if she would be naked beneath the jeans. “Stop, just for a moment. Does she have anything on under the jeans? Panties, a thong or g-string? Or is she naked? The one who is correct gets to have her first.” They all agreed, Aurora simply shrugging her shoulders.

“And in the event of a tie, Sandro?” she asked.

“As I said, whoever guesses correctly gets to have you first, so in a tie it would be two, or even perhaps all three.” Aurora thought about it, that this could go so many ways, but in each scenario she was the clear winner.

“Sounds fine with me. Who thinks I have nothing on beneath?” and she walked across the room and back so that they could better judge for themselves. The jeans clung to her perfect ass, the rear seam tight in the vertical crease that separated her full cheeks.

“Nothing,” voted Marco.

“A g-string,” chimed in Simon and Sandro nearly simultaneously.

“Well, let’s give you a look, shall we?” Aurora had never felt so naughty in her life! Here she was, with three handsome naked men with hard cocks, waiting to see her remove her jeans to learn if she was wearing underwear! Amazing! How her life had changed, and all for the better as far as she was concerned.

She gripped the edges of her waistband and pulled downward. The blue material lowered and her belly was revealed, then her mound, her dark hair short, then her nude lips.

“I win, I win!” Marco exclaimed. Then Aurora reached inside and pulled the thin black g-string into view and a long groan escaped his lips as Sandro and Simon gave each other high fives.

“I’m sorry, Marco, but I never leave home without underwear. Now, my lovers, may we go to the bedroom; this carpet can be rough,” speaking with a certain amount of carnal knowledge. She walked with Sandro and Simon, with Marco lagging behind, but from his perspective he had by far the best view, her gorgeous ass swaying with each step.

“So! You two are first with me. How to do it? Hmm. Simon, you’re the guest, so you should get some amount of preferential treatment, yes? So which is your preference with me? Should I suck you, or would you like to lick me? Or do you want to be in my pussy? Perhaps you fancy my ass? Not a bad choice in the lot, I think.” Aurora couldn’t believe what she was saying, but her pussy was dripping as much as Marco’s cock was weeping. She gave him a sly glance, saw him look longingly at her.

“Aurora, you have such beautiful eyes, the first thing I noticed about you, in fact. But the second thing that got my attention was your mouth, so with your permission I’d love to have you suck me.” Simon looked a bit sheepish, this probably being the first time that he had this conversation with a woman. His handsome looks gave Aurora the courage to take his hand, pull him onto the bed, push him down on his back and grasp his beautiful cock. The thought struck her that he was just another man to her, then the next thought was, so was Sandro, now. She felt a flood of relief sweep through her, for she had been beginning to doubt that she could be with Sandro, and others, and still love her husband. Now she knew, and all thoughts flew from her mind as she lowered her beautiful head, her eyes holding Simon’s, and kissed the dark red tip.

As she knelt over Simon she felt hands on her waist, and she knew it was Sandro, it had to be Sandro. His hands spread her cheeks and she felt his breath there, sending a shiver through her body, felt an overpowering quake in her cunt as his tongue touched just below her asshole, then continued down, through her dripping slit, stopping just short of her clit. She pushed back, and her pussy was filled with his warm tongue, then his fingers, probing for her hot spot, finding it, massaging the tiny seed on the roof of her sugary depths. Again she marveled at how far she had come in the past weeks, with Sandro and now with his friends as well.

Simon thought he’d blow his load immediately, especially when he saw Aurora undressing, then again when she kissed the tip of his cock. But she would feel him approaching climax and back off, licking only the shaft, then his balls, sucking one into her mouth, rolling it around in the warmth, then let it pop out, her lush lips brushing over his nut sack and his tight asshole, then she would take him in again, down into her throat, or sometimes just the head, sucking it at first gently and then with more suction.

Aurora was playing him like a violin, increasing and decreasing the tempo and rhythm, letting Sandro’s licking of her pussy and asshole bring her along, pushing her up the hill, getting her to the peak, then letting her stay there, hanging. She knew she couldn’t last much longer, her pussy ached, her clit was throbbing, her cunt was pulsating with each change in pressure and speed, her sphincter was clenched tight. Finally she had to cum; she reached back and grabbed Sandro’s hair, pulled him to her and rammed her hips back while at the same time pumping Simon’s shaft. Simon reacted immediately, and his spurts into her mouth gave her the kick she needed to bring her over, her body stiffening as Sandro jammed his thumb into her ass and pinched her clit, then rubbed both areas until she fell forward onto Simon.

She had a mouthful of cum, half of which she swallowed but the other half spewed out of her mouth and onto Simon’s belly. She laughed, then licked the pool that had gathered in his navel, slurping like a k** at an ice cream cone. She was lying there, gasping, when Sandro pushed into her from behind, filling her cunt until his balls were slapping against her pussy. She rose up and leaned on her fists, then looked up to see Marco in front of her, stroking his cock, his eyes wide, trying to hold on, not to cum yet, not until he had been in her, in anywhere.

Aurora licked her upper lip with the tip of her tongue, motioned to Marco and took him into her mouth, still sticky with Simon’s semen. Marco was larger than Simon, larger than Sandro, but he had no control and was cumming almost as soon as her lips had closed over his apple sized head. Aurora paid no attention, sucking him and swallowing, then continuing to suck, keeping him hard. After a few minutes he and Sandro changed positions and when she felt Marco stretch her pussy she knew what the argument concerning size was all about. Never again would she doubt anyone who said it didn’t matter; it did, but technique, to Aurora it was all, and in that department young Marco, for all his good looks and physique, was sorely lacking. Still, she enjoyed the feeling of him in her pussy.

In a few minutes she was glad that his large cock was stretching her cunt because Sandro was getting her asshole lubricated with gel. Better him than Marco, she thought. It surprised her, though, that instead of Marco pulling out of her pussy he kept pounding at her while Sandro held his cock to her rosebud and fed it into her. Aurora thought she might explode, or be torn in half, but instead she kept feeling fuller and fuller as both men fucked her.

Never had she felt like this, her body filled with male flesh, her mind reeling with thoughts of what was happening. Suddenly she realized that Simon was at the foot of the bed, a camera in his hands, snapping still pictures rapidly as she was pummeled from both ends, her hair flailing around her beautiful face, her pendulous tits swaying. When she looked into the lens her eyes were glazed with lust and abandon.

As dawn broke Aurora lay on the bed, on her side, Marco behind her, his thick cock having eventually eased its way into her asshole, the final sex act for them both. He was limp now, and everyone was totally exhausted.

Simon was at the computer, uploading the pictures of the night’s activities, and Sandro was in the shower. The room reeked with sex, her female aroma mingled with the pungent scent of semen and sweat. Aurora tried to estimate how many orgasms she had had, which was the best, the longest, and how many times her pussy had been filled with cum, and her ass, and how many times she had so much cum in her mouth that it ran down her chin, splashing on her tits and belly. Her neck was caked with it, it was in her hair, with long stripes flaking on her back. Her nipples ached from being sucked so long and so hard, her clit was numb, her pussy lips puffy and red, her cunt was throbbing with each heartbeat.

“What a wonderful night!”


Dan had worried when Aurora hadn’t returned by midnight but he knew that if she needed him she would call, so at 1am he finally went to bed, lonely now without her there by his side. He thought of how much he loved her, how good their life was together, and how much more erotic it was now that she had finally acceded to his wish to take a lover.

“What is she doing now?” he wondered. “Or more precisely, what are they doing?” Little did he know what had happened during that night, but he would know, he was sure Aurora would tell him, as she always did, and then they would make love. He thought of that as he drifted off to sleep, his mind filled with her cheek against his thigh as she nuzzled his cock with her lovely lips, how her nose poked into his nut sack as she took him into her throat, and how, now that Sandro had broken her anal cherry, she would groan as he mounted her and fucked her tight ass.

In the morning he got dressed, more worried now that she hadn’t come home during the night, but this wasn’t the first time she’d spent the night with her lover so he wasn’t overly anxious. He arrived at work and got busy, getting ready for a trip out of town, knowing that when he told Aurora she would likely schedule another date with her lover.

It was now almost lunch time; he was working on a spread sheet, costs and estimates, boring, but it had to be completed by the end of the day.

Lunch time now, and everyone was gone but Dan. He heard the chime of his email, announcing an incoming message, saw that it was from Aurora and clicked it immediately, a flood of relief coursing through him.

“Dearest husband, I’m sorry if I made you worry but you know that wasn’t my intention, and truthfully, if I had know what was to happen I’d have told you, but it was a surprise to me. Click on the links below and you’ll see what I mean and why I wasn’t able to return until just now. I’ll see you this evening, my dearest.”

He saw the links, knew immediately that they were sites where men posted erotic videos and pictures of their wives and sweethearts. He clicked onto the picture site, opening a group of pictures titled “MILF with friends”. With friends! Oh, god! He saw as it opened that Aurora was on a bed, naked, her back to the camera, but it was her, he knew it. The rest of the pictures showed her naked in various poses, most with one or more of three men, all faces blurred but he recognized one as Sandro, her lover. Interspersed with the photos were comments from the viewers, all adoringly positive, requesting that her face be shown, asking if she was a shared wife, where they might meet her. At the end of the pictures was a comment from the poster: “If you like these, you’ll love the video!” Oh god!

Dan clicked to the video link, his heart pounding now, saw that it was not one but a series of clips, each the full length that was allowable to be posted. He waited impatiently for the first clip to load. It was Aurora, no doubt about it, her gorgeous tits hanging as she took one of the men in her mouth, until his balls were banging against her chin, her fingers between his legs, her sucking him, licking his long shaft, kissing the bulbous head, until he was cumming on her face and tits! He was shocked! It was one thing for her to tell him what she had done, perhaps she might have exaggerating a bit, but this was it, this was the real thing, living proof that she was sucking and fucking another man; no, three other men!

The second clip showed her sucking a different man, the cock almost obscene in its size, but Aurora was obviously enjoying her self as she took it nearly to the hilt while a different man, Sandro he thought, was behind her licking her ass or perhaps her pussy, or both. Several of the clips were of Aurora being fucked from behind, or with her legs over someone’s shoulders, or riding a cock as she shuddered in orgasm, some as she was sucking another as her pussy was being fucked. He almost came at his desk as he saw one man grip her hips and push into her ass as she sucked the man in front of her.

Then the last clip: Aurora mounted on Sandro, her back to him, her face to the camera, and it was clear that his cock was sawing in and out of her asshole. One of the other men came to her, held his cock to her mouth, the huge cock from before. Aurora’s fingers were at her swollen clit when the huge cock pushed past her fingers and she was fucking both men at once! Oh god! Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, remnants of cum on her neck and tits and in her hair, a mantra of “fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me” over and over from her swollen lips.

With trembling hands Dan broke the connection, sat back in his chair, his cock aching for release as the sounds and images of the video remained in his mind. He forced himself to continue to work, going on auto-pilot now, until at last he was finished. He sent the report off and hurried home, wondering all the time if Aurora would actually be there.


“Dan, I’m so happy to see you, I’ve missed you so, my love!” Aurora rushed to him, kissed him even before he had his suit jacket off, her mouth sweet and warm, her lips full and wet. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin robe she wore, and the scent of her shampoo was fresh in her hair. He couldn’t help but think of seeing her with her hair streaked with cum, another man’s cum, but instead of getting angry and jealous he felt himself becoming aroused.

Aurora could feel his arousal as well, his erection pressing against her leg. Upon arriving home she’d fallen asleep as soon as she sat on the sofa, and had slept for five hours, then woke up and ran to the shower, from which she had just emerged. True, her body was sore and tender in some places, her nipples were still not back to their normal softness, but all in all she felt superb.

“Aurora, you look so beautiful.” He paused, then decided to go on with it, get right to it. “I saw the pictures that were posted,” watching her eyes, “and the videos.” She blushed, but then smiled at him.

“Is that what you wanted, is that more to your liking than a dull housewife?”

“Aurora, no, you were never dull, no, never! But I wanted more for you, for us. I love you, I always will, and nothing you do will change that.” Aurora led him into the bedroom, stripped, and told him word for word what had happened. Dan never even thought about dinner until nearly midnight, so Aurora made them scrambled eggs for a midnight breakfast.