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A few years ago, a cute Irish girl started working in our office. She was slim with short, dark hair and pale-skinned and pretty in an understated way. I was instantly attracted to her.
We got along well immediately and soon began to take lunch together in the canteen. Because of the way lunchtimes were arranged, we were the only people in there at that particular time. I enjoyed having the place to ourselves, and loved the way I could make Sarah laugh with stories about some of our colleagues, who were all new to her and she was enjoying getting to know.
She dressed quite conservatively in a business suit, but I admired the way her skirts clung to her slim hips and often glanced at what were clearly a small, perky pair of tits poked against the material of her blouse when she removed her jacket to eat.
Sarah shared some stories of her home life with her husband Dave - a Scots lad like myself, who was into his football and going for a pint with his mates on a Friday night. He sounded like a good laugh and she was clearly still in love with him a couple of years into their marriage, with plans for k**s down the line.
Over the weeks, our conversations grew more and more flirtatious. We began to talk about sex quite openly; both being outgoing people, it seemed perfectly natural. She made it quite plain she was attracted to me but hated girls who cheated on their men.
One Friday lunchtime, after a really hard week at work, I said something along the lines of: "God, I really need to release some tension this weekend. I could do with a good shag, to be honest."
Sarah laughed and, knowing I'd been single for several months, said: "I'll bet!"
She had already told me about several friends of hers, particularly one called Roisin back home in Ireland. "Man-daft, that one!" was her verdict.
I'd seen pics of Roisin on Sarah's Facebook page and loved the look of her - curvy, with big boobs and long red hair and a real glint in her eye.
"I could be doing with somebody like Roisin to mess around with - she's so hot," I said.
Sarah said: "Yeah - too bad she's so far away. She's be into you. She likes guys who're a bit taller with good bodies."
"Too bad you're a boring married woman, Sarah," I added. "Me and you could have a great time."
She looked me coolly in the eye, her pretty face slightly flushed. "Dream on," she said, and smiled.
The following Monday, having made no effort to get laid but enjoyed a couple of wanks about Sarah and over Roisin's online pics, I felt a subtle change in the air when we had our lunchtime chat. Sarah was incredibly flirty, talked about sex a lot and then, just as we were sitting down to eat our boring, microwave meals in the deserted room, suddenly leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues tangled and I felt her hot breath in my mouth as she panted slightly before breaking off the deep snog.
I stared wide-eyed at her and almost gasped at what she said next. "I told Dave about you. I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to fuck you, so I told him. He's seen your photos online and reckons you'd be ideal for a session with the two of us some time."
I was stunned, but my mind raced and my stiff cock pulsing in my pants made my true feelings clear.
I'd told Sarah I'd had a couple of gay experiences in the past - just messing about with mates when we were drunk on a couple of occasions in our late teens, kissing and sucking cock. Both the guys were happily settled with girlfriends, as I had been several times over the years, and although we still saw each other as part of a group of friends, we never spoke about our experiences.
Sarah spoke again: "Dave's bisexual. He's been faithful to me since we met, but I know he'd be up for another go with a lad. I'm sorry, but I'd never have sex with anyone else without him being there."
I cupped her face in one hand and pulled her to me with the other, pressing her slender body against my cock as we kissed deeply.
"I want you, love. I'll do it," I said.
The following Saturday night I drove down to Sarah and Dave's house about a dozen miles from my place. We had made the date over lunch a couple of days earlier but hadn't said anything else about it since. We hadn't kissed either. To be honest I was very nervous about the whole thing, unsure about how far I was willing to go with a guy, or even if I would be happy with him watching me with his wife. I really didn't know what to expect.
Well, as it turned out, things couldn't have been better. A meal, a few drinks and then, after Sarah excused herself to go upstairs and shower, a good talk with Dave.
What a lovely, easy-going guy. Devoted to his young wife - at 26, she was about five years younger than both of us - but up for some fun. Nothing wrong with their love life, but both keen to try something different.
"I like you, man - it'll be a laugh," he said. "Nobody's gonna be doing anything they're not up for."
"You coming up, boys?" called Sarah from the top of the stairs. God, that cute Irish voice.Dave grabbed another bottle of white wine from the fridge and the two of us went to her.
Sarah was sitting on the edge of the bed, a thick white towel wrapped round her body as she dried her wet hair with another. With no make-up on she looked younger, and I stared at her slim, girlish legs and perfect feet with their long, delicate toes.
Dave poured us each some wine and stripped, revealing a thatch of black hair on his chest and, as he peeled off his jeans, a thick, shortish cock which was stiffening. He sat in an armchair underneath the bedroom window and began to stroke his balls and penis. "Go for it, you two," he said with a smile.
My gaze flicked between the two of them and my mouth began to water.
Sara threw both towels on the floor and lay back, stretching like a cat. I had stripped by now, my hard-on banging against my belly as I did so. I lay down on top of the pretty brunette and we kissed deeply, both of us moaning slightly.
"I've got to taste you, honey," I said, kissing my way down that perfect, slender woman's body, so like a teenage girl's in the subtly-lit bedroom.
I sucked and licked at Sarah's pert tits and deep red nipples, railed my tongue over her belly and caught the wonderful, feminine smell of her pussy as I made it down to her crotch. Her cunt as shaved bare, the lips delicate, and I dived straight in.
My tongue and lips went to town on her sweet vagina, and she moaned as my work made her juices begin to flow. I tasted her tangy fluids, rubbing my face deep into her musk, licking, tonguing and kissing. I loved her sweet hole.
Lifting her by her small butt, I moved my mouth lower, slurping on her asshole and spearing it with my tongue as her tight sphincter began to ease open. She was delicious, and my hard cock throbbed in my hand as I reached down for it.
I looked over at Dave a couple of times as I was doing all this. His eyes were like slits, but there was a big grin on his face as he tugged on his meaty dick, occasionally liking his thumb and running it over his glistening knob.
Eventually, I heard him stand up and come over by my side. I looked, and his tasty looking cock was just a few inches from my face as I busied myself on his wife's vagina. By this time Sarah was breathing heavily and groaning as she pulled at those strawberry-ripe nipples.
I pulled my head back, placed a hand on one of Dave's hips and licked the head of his beautiful cock, tasting his precum.
Then I stood up and grinned at the good-looking lad. "Go on, mate - she's ready for you," I said. "Sarah's going to suck my cock while you fuck her. Aren't you, babe?"
To be continued...
We got along well immediately and soon began to take lunch together in the canteen. Because of the way lunchtimes were arranged, we were the only people in there at that particular time. I enjoyed having the place to ourselves, and loved the way I could make Sarah laugh with stories about some of our colleagues, who were all new to her and she was enjoying getting to know.
She dressed quite conservatively in a business suit, but I admired the way her skirts clung to her slim hips and often glanced at what were clearly a small, perky pair of tits poked against the material of her blouse when she removed her jacket to eat.
Sarah shared some stories of her home life with her husband Dave - a Scots lad like myself, who was into his football and going for a pint with his mates on a Friday night. He sounded like a good laugh and she was clearly still in love with him a couple of years into their marriage, with plans for k**s down the line.
Over the weeks, our conversations grew more and more flirtatious. We began to talk about sex quite openly; both being outgoing people, it seemed perfectly natural. She made it quite plain she was attracted to me but hated girls who cheated on their men.
One Friday lunchtime, after a really hard week at work, I said something along the lines of: "God, I really need to release some tension this weekend. I could do with a good shag, to be honest."
Sarah laughed and, knowing I'd been single for several months, said: "I'll bet!"
She had already told me about several friends of hers, particularly one called Roisin back home in Ireland. "Man-daft, that one!" was her verdict.
I'd seen pics of Roisin on Sarah's Facebook page and loved the look of her - curvy, with big boobs and long red hair and a real glint in her eye.
"I could be doing with somebody like Roisin to mess around with - she's so hot," I said.
Sarah said: "Yeah - too bad she's so far away. She's be into you. She likes guys who're a bit taller with good bodies."
"Too bad you're a boring married woman, Sarah," I added. "Me and you could have a great time."
She looked me coolly in the eye, her pretty face slightly flushed. "Dream on," she said, and smiled.
The following Monday, having made no effort to get laid but enjoyed a couple of wanks about Sarah and over Roisin's online pics, I felt a subtle change in the air when we had our lunchtime chat. Sarah was incredibly flirty, talked about sex a lot and then, just as we were sitting down to eat our boring, microwave meals in the deserted room, suddenly leaned over and kissed me. Our tongues tangled and I felt her hot breath in my mouth as she panted slightly before breaking off the deep snog.
I stared wide-eyed at her and almost gasped at what she said next. "I told Dave about you. I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to fuck you, so I told him. He's seen your photos online and reckons you'd be ideal for a session with the two of us some time."
I was stunned, but my mind raced and my stiff cock pulsing in my pants made my true feelings clear.
I'd told Sarah I'd had a couple of gay experiences in the past - just messing about with mates when we were drunk on a couple of occasions in our late teens, kissing and sucking cock. Both the guys were happily settled with girlfriends, as I had been several times over the years, and although we still saw each other as part of a group of friends, we never spoke about our experiences.
Sarah spoke again: "Dave's bisexual. He's been faithful to me since we met, but I know he'd be up for another go with a lad. I'm sorry, but I'd never have sex with anyone else without him being there."
I cupped her face in one hand and pulled her to me with the other, pressing her slender body against my cock as we kissed deeply.
"I want you, love. I'll do it," I said.
The following Saturday night I drove down to Sarah and Dave's house about a dozen miles from my place. We had made the date over lunch a couple of days earlier but hadn't said anything else about it since. We hadn't kissed either. To be honest I was very nervous about the whole thing, unsure about how far I was willing to go with a guy, or even if I would be happy with him watching me with his wife. I really didn't know what to expect.
Well, as it turned out, things couldn't have been better. A meal, a few drinks and then, after Sarah excused herself to go upstairs and shower, a good talk with Dave.
What a lovely, easy-going guy. Devoted to his young wife - at 26, she was about five years younger than both of us - but up for some fun. Nothing wrong with their love life, but both keen to try something different.
"I like you, man - it'll be a laugh," he said. "Nobody's gonna be doing anything they're not up for."
"You coming up, boys?" called Sarah from the top of the stairs. God, that cute Irish voice.Dave grabbed another bottle of white wine from the fridge and the two of us went to her.
Sarah was sitting on the edge of the bed, a thick white towel wrapped round her body as she dried her wet hair with another. With no make-up on she looked younger, and I stared at her slim, girlish legs and perfect feet with their long, delicate toes.
Dave poured us each some wine and stripped, revealing a thatch of black hair on his chest and, as he peeled off his jeans, a thick, shortish cock which was stiffening. He sat in an armchair underneath the bedroom window and began to stroke his balls and penis. "Go for it, you two," he said with a smile.
My gaze flicked between the two of them and my mouth began to water.
Sara threw both towels on the floor and lay back, stretching like a cat. I had stripped by now, my hard-on banging against my belly as I did so. I lay down on top of the pretty brunette and we kissed deeply, both of us moaning slightly.
"I've got to taste you, honey," I said, kissing my way down that perfect, slender woman's body, so like a teenage girl's in the subtly-lit bedroom.
I sucked and licked at Sarah's pert tits and deep red nipples, railed my tongue over her belly and caught the wonderful, feminine smell of her pussy as I made it down to her crotch. Her cunt as shaved bare, the lips delicate, and I dived straight in.
My tongue and lips went to town on her sweet vagina, and she moaned as my work made her juices begin to flow. I tasted her tangy fluids, rubbing my face deep into her musk, licking, tonguing and kissing. I loved her sweet hole.
Lifting her by her small butt, I moved my mouth lower, slurping on her asshole and spearing it with my tongue as her tight sphincter began to ease open. She was delicious, and my hard cock throbbed in my hand as I reached down for it.
I looked over at Dave a couple of times as I was doing all this. His eyes were like slits, but there was a big grin on his face as he tugged on his meaty dick, occasionally liking his thumb and running it over his glistening knob.
Eventually, I heard him stand up and come over by my side. I looked, and his tasty looking cock was just a few inches from my face as I busied myself on his wife's vagina. By this time Sarah was breathing heavily and groaning as she pulled at those strawberry-ripe nipples.
I pulled my head back, placed a hand on one of Dave's hips and licked the head of his beautiful cock, tasting his precum.
Then I stood up and grinned at the good-looking lad. "Go on, mate - she's ready for you," I said. "Sarah's going to suck my cock while you fuck her. Aren't you, babe?"
To be continued...
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