Amity 5 CataclysmChapter 22 Outposts
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I didn't hear the door close, neither did I hear the creak of the stairs. But what I did hear was "what the fuck are you doing?"
My wife had arrived home very early, apparently because her meeting had been cancelled.
My embarrassment could not be concealed as I stood in the bedroom naked with my rigid cock in my hand. Naked that is except for the garter belt, black sheer stockings and a tiny g-string.
Also laid out before me on the bed were approximately 30 porn magazines, already open on selected pages, one of which I had planned to offload my sperm onto after a suitable period of masturbation.
Most of the open pages already showed the effects of my previous wanking sessions. Something else to feel embarrassed about. After all it was one thing to be in possession of a stash of porn mags but when they all displayed the crusty, stained and torn results of numerous jerk off sessions, then it clearly showed what a dirty, perverted wanker you truly are.
She stood staring at me, with a horrified expression on her face, mouth open and speechless.
I have no idea what I looked like I can only imagine, quite pathetic I should think. Especially as my dick was now hanging completely flaccid from the side of my tiny panties.
After a few minutes of me stammering and stuttering apologetically I made a move to rid of myself of what a few minutes earlier had been very sexy, erotic lingerie and now frankly felt a bit disgusting.
She told me to stop and to stay exactly as I was, walking slowly towards me she took long, lingering glances at me, surveying every inch of me.
I knew she wanted to intimidate and humiliate me and she was doing a good job.
I pleaded with her to let me get dressed and clear everything away but she responded to nothing I was saying.
Finally she stood facing me, the tips of her high heeled shoes almost touching my nylon clad feet. Reaching down she flicked my limp cock with her forefinger saying "pathetic."
She walked behind me and twanged the elastic of my thong.
Turning and walking towards the bed she said "so this is what you get up to when I am out and by the look at the state of these magazines you have been doing this for a very long time."
What could I say years of masturbatory history was spread before her. Not only were there a large quantity of magazines but so many pages had been spunked over, with many of pictures receiving several loads. So the evidence was conclusive. Her husband was a dirty wanker.
"So you get yourself all fired up and spray your cum over these pictures, I suppose."
I answered in a soft stutter explaining that it had been a fetish of mine almost since my first wank. Unable to explain why I just said that for some reason it really turned me on looking at and feeling these well used spunked up magazines and that sometimes I held one close to my face, when jerking off, because the smell enhanced the feeling just before I shot my load.
" Interesting, perverted but interesting" she said thoughtfully.
" You must be feeling quite frustrated now."
No please can we leave it now, let me get dressed and get rid of all this filth.
"Oh no, not yet at any rate." "So that sort explains the filth on the bed but what about the dressing up, incidentally I see you at least have the decency to buy your own undies."
"Well yes I bought these because they turned me on and because I feel more comfortable in my own gear. Again it started early on with silk slips of my mothers. The soft light sensual material made me hard and the obsession grew from there."
"Do me a favour tuck that useless bit of flesh back into your panties, you look ridiculous."
I did as I was told and tucked my flaccid cock behind the little triangle of sheer black nylon. As I did I felt a tingle and stirring as my cock, now nicely encased behind the flimsy fabric, started to harden.
The fact that my wife was running her hands over my smooth hosiery of course added to my sensations.
"I must say you don't look bad in these stockings, they almost suit you"
"I suppose you get turned on looking at yourself in the mirror."
"Sometimes" I muttered.
"Well go on turn around and look at yourself."
I looked at myself in the large cheval mirror. Quite a bizarre sight greeted me, familiar in some respects with me in my lingerie but so strange with my wife crouching down beside me running her hands over my nylon clad legs.
Suddenly she said " are you getting hard again."
Sorry I can't help it, me dressed like this and you caressing my legs is just too erotic for words.
"Hmmm" she said. And stood up.
She began removing her business suit, first the jacket, then unbuttoning the white blouse and pulling it free from the waistband of her skirt. It revealed a black bra trimmed with a lot of red and black lace, cut low but pushing her tits up firmly, with such an inviting cleavage. Her breast are great anyway firm not too large but more than ample.
Next she unzipped and slowly pulled down the grey skirt, it fell to the floor and she stepped out of it.
Thrill upon thrill she was wearing stockings, sheer black just like mine. Garter belt and panties that matched he bra and the icing on the cake her high heeled 'fuck me' shoes.
By now of course my cock was straining to be released from it's nylon prison.
Staring down at my erection she said "So I can still get you excited then as well as your filthy cum stained magazines"
"You look fucking amazing" I said "so incredibly sexy."
Standing facing me looking straight in the eyes, she reached down and caressed my cock through the thin nylon gauze.
"Hmmm you really are pleased to see me." With that she teased it from the tight fabric, lightly stroking it, before forming a circle with her forefinger and thumb and pushing it over the engorged head of my prick.
For two or three minutes she played me like this, stroking, teasing, running her thumb over the tip, occasionally making me jolt and convulse with the intense pleasure she was giving me.
Then she slipped both hands into the side of my panties and slid them down my legs, until they were around my ankles. panties around ankles always a great look I think.
She cupped my balls with one hand and began sliding the other up and down my thick shaft.
Kneeling down she helped remove the panties from my feet and then, much to my surprise, took my cock into her mouth.
Oh what pleasure, the sensual warm and wet sensations of that mouth was just heaven. Her tongue was around my cock head as she sucked on me, this was alternated her licking the full length, starting at the base all the way to the tip, just like a lollipop.
I was in ecstasy, who doesn't enjoy a good blowjob!
But then I was rudely shaken out from my euphoric state by the ringing of the doorbell.
"Oh shit" I said.
"What" said my wife.
"It's my friend."
"FRIEND, what do you mean."
" Well I have this friend who sometimes comes round, he err he shares my love of lingerie and soiled magazines."
"Oh I see another dirty wanker" "Well best let him in" she said.
"No, I will tell him to go away" I said, trying to sound convincing.
"You will do no such thing, invite him in and bring him to the bedroom."
So down the stairs I went, opened the door and quickly tried to fill him in with events of the past few minutes. Reluctantly he came in and followed me upstairs.
Nervously he faced my wife, so bizarre as he obviously still had on his street clothes, including a fairly heavy coat. And my wife stood there in her sexy underwear and high heels.
"So, you are?" she said.
"Errrr, Dave" said my friend.
"Dave, so what are you two lovers or something." In unison we both stammered NO, just friends.
"Friends" she said in a questioning manner. "What exactly does that mean?"
"Well we sometimes get together, dress up pore over each others magazines and the we..... err, then we err..."
"Wank each other off I suppose you are tying to say" she said, mockingly.
"Not always, mostly we wank ourselves off, it's the dressing up together and looking at each others cum stained magazines, that we enjoy."
"But you wanked each other off before"
"Once or twice" I said very sheepishly.
"Right Dave you best get undressed, or is it dressed, either way you best get ready for some action"!
After a few minutes Dave re-entered the bedroom and nervously stood there in his Basque, which was purple and black, matching reef panties and sheer black stockings with a very sexy lace trim at the top.
I was quite envious, because he looked gorgeous, so sexy. My wife commented on how good he looked as well but then he was a few years younger than us, with a well defined body.
"So do you have your smutty magazines with you?" She said.
"Ermmm yes in this bag."
"Well get them out, I want to see what turns you two on". "Clear a space on the bed, Terry" she said to me.
Space cleared and Dave removed about 20 magazines from his bag and placed them on the bed.
While Dave and I stood next to each other, my wife quickly leafed through his magazines.
"They are as disgusting as yours" she said to me.
"So get started, show me what you two get up in my absence."
We moved towards the bed and each picked up a magazine. We both half reluctantly started flicking through the pages, the one I was looking at had been very well used and the pungent aroma of stale cum assaulted my nostrils.
I love this smell and often hold a magazine like this close to my face to inhale as I jerk myself off. Do the smell I was now detecting was beginning to work it's magic and my now flaccid member was starting to stir.
Dave noticed this and combined with his relaxing into the strange scenario, was also starting to get hard and shortly his cut prick was pushing against the taught piece of nylon that was trying to contain it.
"Ha ha, finally some action" said my wife. "I think we can remove that useless bit of nylon." And with that moved behind Dave and yanked down his little panties.
"That's better now I can properly see what we have here."
She reached around him and gently wrapped her hand round his cock. He flinched at first not expecting her to touch him but soon relaxed.
Reaching round with her other hand she cupped his scrotum, whilst sliding her hand up and down his shaft and quite a generous shaft it was to. He was certainly larger than me, a fact my wife had noticed saying "what a nice big boy you are!"
Soon she turned him round and pulled him towards her crushing his swollen cock against her slightly, rounded belly. Then she sank to her knees and to my surprise, encircled her lips over the top of his engorged knob. He moaned as her soft, wet lips sucked him in.
I looked on longingly, knowing how good she was and found myself stroking my rigid cock. Dave now had his eyes closed as he lost himself in the euphoric moment of oral ecstasy.
Dave's breathing was becoming more rapid and deeper as he was getting closer to orgasm but Sara didn't want him to cum yet and seeing she was in control of this scenario, she stopped. Leaving panting and wanting more.
"So you were enjoying that as well" Sara said to me "is it because you want me suck you, or because you want to suck Dave?" "Well come on answer Terry."
"Errr well a bit of both I suppose."
With that Sara shuffled over to me and wrapped her gorgeous red lips around my swollen glans, after first wiping away some pre cum that was leaking from me and then licking her finger.
She didn't allow too much pleasure though, just enough to tease me and leave me wanting for more.
"So Terry what would you and Dave do next"? "Carry on as if I weren't here, just relax and have the session you were planning to have."
Dave smiled at me, he did look a sight in his Basque, stockings and enormous erection. He moved round to my side of the bed and seized my cock and started stroking me. His touch was so, so good, firm but gentle. His thumb massaged some pre cum around the tip. Oh it felt wonderful. His cock brushed against my thigh, I reached down gripped it, rubbing my hand up and down it in rhythm to his movements.
I almost forgot Sara was there, until she spoke "You really are a couple of sluts aren't you. Look at you dressed in your tarts underwear, wanking each other off."
"We are and loving it" said Dave and with that sunk to his knees and begun sucking me for all he was worth.
"Go on suck all that creamy spunk out of him" she said.
This just seemed to intensify his oral lovemaking, bringing me closer to the edge. I placed one hand behind his head, pulling him toward me, I thrust at him wanting to eagerly shoot my hot sperm down his throat.
But it was not to be, Sara intervened pulling us apart, like a pair of dogs on heat.
Dave released me and sunk back onto the floor, my legs almost buckled as I fell back towards the wall.
I stared at Sara who was now naked except for her stockings and garter belt. She had one between her legs, fingering herself.
"There is no way you are getting off without giving me some pleasure, assuming you are both up to it of course."
Dave was still sitting on floor, she moved over to him and stood astride him and very slowly squatted down over him, lowering herself onto his rigid prick.
She pushed his down to the floor and called me over. Stand over him and let me suck you. Eager to get my cock some more action I duly obeyed. She was slowly sliding up and down Dave's prick but more than able to suck me at the same time.
But after a while she had to abandon my cock as her movements increased on Dave. She was really pounding up and down on him now, faster and faster and so violently. Until finally she screamed to a body shuddering orgasm.
Somehow Dave had not cum, how he managed not to with her intense fucking of him I have no idea.
Eventually she climbed off him and I could see her juices on Dave's cock and running down his balls. Her orgasm had been massive and as Dave got up I saw a bit wet patch on the carpet. She often did have very wet orgasms but this one bigger than usual.
Anyway I usually enjoyed licking her after a wet orgasm so took Dave's cock in my mouth to clean him up, before getting on my knees and lapping at Sara's cunt, to clean her up as well.
While I was doing this Dave crawled between my legs, on his back, began to rim licking and tonguing my arsehole. He had never done anything like this to me before, which was a pity because I was now realising what I had been missing. His tongue was probing and flicking around my anus. I stopped licking Sara's cunt, being unable to concentrate any more! And sat back a little on Dave's face, fully revelling in the ecstatic licking I was receiving.
"Terry you are a selfish bastard, you need to give Dave's cock some attention, his dick needs a good sucking."
Reluctantly I extracted my anus from his wet probing tongue and the rush of cool air on my arse, showed to what extent he had been slavering and licking at me.
I laid beside him and pulled his engorged cock close to my mouth and encircled my lips around his glans. I could smell and now taste Sara's sex on him. As I seized his balls I felt the wetness that was still there from her orgasm.
I sensed the pulsating of his cock in my mouth as I went to work on him, sliding my mouth up and down his rigid shaft, stopping at the top to flick my tongue over and around his cock head.
I then felt the warm, wet sensation of his mouth over my cock as he reciprocated.
And there we were locked into a classic 69 position. Form the corner of my eye I could see Sara sitting on the dressing table stool, legs apart and two fingers shoved inside herself. Her thumb was massaging her clit as she watched her husband and his friend suck each other's cocks.
Dave and I were really getting in to it now, relishing the delights of both receiving and giving oral pleasure.
Suddenly I felt something hard against my chest, I opened my eyes to see Sara's foot and spike heeled shoe placed between us. I looked up, my eyes following her long, silky nylon clad legs.
Hands clasped on her hips with legs apart, her pussy looked red swollen and wet as my rested upon it, testament to all the fingering it had been receiving.
"You two look like you are enjoying yourselves too much, now stand up."
As ordered we stood up facing each other our rigid cocks almost touching. I so wanted to still have Dave's cock in my mouth, even more I wanted to feel him pumping his warm cum into my mouth and taste his saltiness. But Sara was punishing us, well sort of, although up until I have been enjoying my 'punishment'.
"I am not going to watch you cum in each others mouths, you will wank for me. I want to watch your expressions as you masturbate. I want to see your spunk shoot from those lovely cocks of yours. Now stand by the bed."
I asked how she wanted us to do this.
"Both of you select a magazine and choose a picture and then spunk on it."
"But one at a time, you first Terry."
I picked up a magazine and fumbled through it until I found a picture I liked. I began stroking myself, as I did Dave started to fondle his cock as well.
She moved over to him and removed his hand, standing behind him she put both arms around him, her hands cupping his balls, then one hand wrapped around his hard cock.
I was a bit jealous as she worked on him but nevertheless I was enjoying playing with my own prick, which was leaking a lot of precum making it very slick.
"Don't you cum yet Terry, you must wait."
How the fuck can I wait I thought but I eased off and tried to hold on.
Next Sara told Dave to climb onto the bed and to get on all fours. When he was in position she placed the magazine he had chosen on the bed beneath him. She replace her hands around his cock and balls but now bent down slightly placing her face in his backside. Moving in closer she licked his crack, before burying her face in his arse.
She was pumping his cock with her right hand and squeezing his balls with the other, tongue up his arse.
What a sight to hell with waiting. A few seconds later there was the splat, splat of cum as the first jet erupted from me and landed onto the picture. Then splat, splat, splat as repeated globs of warm creamy spunk shot from me and drenched the picture.
Dave looked like he was in heaven, judging by the ecstatic look on his face. He opened his eyes as the drop of cum landed on the page, he then watched intently as the rest of my orgasm jetted out of me.
Sara also saw me cum. " You dirty fucking wanker, I told you to wait. I hope you feel good standing there in your stockings, with that wilting, dripping cock in your hand. Pathetic dirty fucking wanker."
Suddenly Dave started moaning, she had not eased up on his cock and the first shot of jizz powered out of him, missing the page beneath him and landing on the bed cover.
Sara was still milking him as he continued to shoot his load, each spurt now hitting the target page, with slightly less force than the first shot.
Like me he shot a massive load which also drenched the porn picture he had chosen.
He finally finished Sara stood up and licked her fingers clean of Dave's cum.
"You taste good but just look at the mess you have both made on those magazines. You truly are a couple perverts dressing up like whores, sucking and wanking each other and then spunking over those girly pictures."
"Terry you need to get hard again because I need a good fucking."
She moved towards me and grabbed hold of my now semi erect prick and began to work on it. It soon began to react and slowly started to stiffen, so she sank to her knees and took it in her mouth. Her lips encircled the head and then she sucked me in, moving her head forward she took the whole length down her throat and then out. Back and forth her head went, sucking and licking me.
I was now really hard again, she released me and got on all fours, telling me to fuck her from behind.
I got down on my knees behind her and slipped my rigid length into her. She was so wet I just slid right in and begun thrusting into her.
She was squelching with all the juices, I put my hand between her legs and felt all the wetness running form her. She felt so good, best ever, I have never felt her this wet.
She was moaning now, the squealing, working up to another orgasm. My hand still between her legs, fingering and fondling her. She bucked and cried out as she started to cum. I felt it even wetter now, is that possible.
It was too much for me and my juices mingled with hers. Shooting my hot spunk deep inside her, so intense and considering only about 25 minutes ago I shot a big load, I seemed to keep pumping semen into her.
Dave had been watching of course and wanking and just after we had finished, he shot a second load over the picture.
We were all spent and I felt good. But what would happen now? Would Sara be able to accept my alternative lifestyle?
Maybe she would, particularly if we involved her, after she had some fantastic orgasms and very wet ones at that.
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