Dont Judge A Book By The Cover
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Saturday 9th June 2018
“Give them some time, honey,” Dee’s soft Southern accent suggested. As her eyes looked into mine, trying to keep me from looking past her at the sight of my wife disappearing off into the night with a man other than her husband. Jill and my evening together was ending pretty much as it had started; with her hand-in-hand with this new man who’d burst into our lives over what now seemed a lot more than a week. I could only see her back and the sensual and exaggerated sway of her hips, but I knew her face would be the same picture of excitement I’d seen when I’d finally said yes.
The euphoria of cumming in Jill had slowly wound down and then I’d felt far more human and vulnerable as I retrieved my clothes and tucked my limp sticky cock away in full view of the audience of black guys. Most of whom I knew were far better physically equipped than me. Thankful for the relative darkness of the little back room in the club which hid the way my cheeks colored up.
Dee kissed me softly and winked, moving to then help Jill take a slightly more lady-like pose. As far as was possible, given my wife still only wore hooker heels and tiny white thong panties. But, at least Dee’s pushing off the diminutive gusset hid Jill’s pussy and mopped up my juices which would have otherwise run down her legs.
As Dee helped my wife to her feet she stood between us, her head barely inches away from Jill’s so I couldn’t see my wife’s expression as Dee started to talk to her. I had a pretty good idea I knew what Dee was saying, and when Jill peered around Dee to look directly at me, I knew my suspicions were right. Jill’s expression was a cocktail of disappointment, nervous anticipation and wondering why I’d agreed to this. At least that’s how it felt to me, half-guessing and half-knowing after so many years together.
My uncertainty soon gave way to certainty as Jill gently moved Dee to one side and tottered across to me on those insane heels. Her arms went back around my neck, just as they’d been just minutes ago when we’d been united as we came together in front of the audience we’d been so busy ignoring.
“Are you okay with this, honey?” she asked, the look on her face telling me her own feelings were as mixed up and screwed up as my own.
I didn’t know what to say. I just looked into those beautiful hazel eyes that I’d shared so much with over the years. The eyes I’d looked into as we gave our vows, the eyes I’d looked into when Jill first held our son and twin daughters. The eyes I’d looked into when she’d finally come home from that night when I’d nearly lost her to Chris.
I just looked at her, breathing deeply, trying to calm myself and trying to work out what to do and what to say.
Later on, I felt guilty and spineless as I looked back at the evening’s events. Because, unsure of my own wishes and desires, I gently nudged the ball back into Jill’s court.
“If I say yes, who will you choose, baby?”
This was my cowardly way of nudging things along. Of getting a small hit of the dangerous pleasure I so enjoyed. Of getting the excitement of seeing which of the two men my beautiful wife most desired for her bed tonight. But still keeping the option of maybe backing out. The pleasure without the pain.
“Luther,” Jill’s response came back far too quickly. Without a single moment of delay or hesitation. Malcolm, the head of Security was far bigger and younger than Luther. But, there hadn’t been even a second’s pause or delay to soothe my ego or worries before Jill had called out ‘Luther’.
I felt a lump in my throat as my mind went back to how I’d spent much of the evening watching just how attracted Jill was to Luther. Remembering also how the first two times we’d met Luther I’d noticed the same attraction and how Jill had often tried to mask this attraction she felt. I’d beaten back Chris’s bid for Jill’s heart, winning out against the handsome and successful slightly younger man. Despite his charisma, sexual athleticism and the way Jill had fallen head over heels for him. Her love for me and for our family was a strong enough glue to keep us together as a couple.
But, the way Jill had so instantly chosen Luther over the younger and bigger man had me instantly trembling with an overpowering mix of fear and excitement. Luther was, give or take a few months, the same age as me. My career was successful enough, but at the end of the day, I worked for someone else. An employee to his successful business owner’s status. A salary slave to his independent businessman who no doubt counted his annual profits in the millions, rather than my salaryman’s wages we had to always carefully shepherd. An office warrior to his real, battle-tested warrior persona. And, from the way Dee told it, also likely to be outmatched in the bedroom stakes.
All of these comparisons swirled painfully and excitedly around my brain as I saw the way Jill was again trying to hide her own excitement and attraction.
It must be truly the most humbling and painful experience in the world for a husband to stand in front of his wife knowing that she’s aching to hear the words. To hear the words that mean her husband is giving her away to another male for the night. To a man who you know she wants so badly and who is by all conventional measures of manliness your superior. With all the feelings and risks that such a comparison implies.
And that’s how I felt as I gazed into Jill’s beautiful face. Those soft, sparkling hazel eyes half pleading and half hiding the truth. My humiliation and fears only kept in check by the excitement I also felt at playing this more exciting and dangerous game.
Torn by humiliation, fear, and excitement, I wasn’t ready yet to come off the fence.
“You want this, don’t you, honey,” my shaking voice asked, the coward within again kicking the can down the road.
This time, Jill did pause and hesitate before answering my question. This time answering my question with a question of her own. “Would you feel bad if I said yes, honey?”
As the words left her lips I could tell she was losing the battle to even half-hide her attraction to Luther and to be with him for the night. Seeing Jill give in like this, no longer able to fight it, amped up every feeling of fear and excitement I was feeling as we stood there together in the dark back room. Still a couple together, but debating how long this would last tonight.
I think that was the moment I knew I’d give in. Give in to the devil within, giving up the unequal fight that had been waged all evening long. From the earliest flirting between them as we’d driven across town. The flirting that had continued through dinner and the way Jill seemingly hung on every word Luther said as he regaled us with story after story. The way she laughed at all his jokes and then allowed herself to be escorted by him as we moved between locations. Taking the arm and the hand of her new man rather than that of her husband, as Dee and I followed behind them as the evening moved on.
I could barely bring myself to say the actual words. As I gave up the fight, knowing I was laying myself open for the pleasure and pain that would follow, the best I could do was kiss Jill on the lips and smile at her. All I could say was a simple ‘okay.’
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They’d been laughing and cuddling as Luther had ushered Jill into the back of his big black Lincoln Navigator. The ultimate irony being that he’d deputized Malcolm to be upfront driving as he climbed into the back seat with my wife. Luther hadn’t been drinking so I knew the reason he wanted someone else to be driving.
With a gentlemanly gesture bordering on the sick, Luther held the door open and winked at me as Jill disappeared inside his car. Giving her shapely ass a squeeze as he winked at me again before climbing in beside her and closing the door to start an evening that I knew would mark a new chapter in our marriage.
As the brake lights accelerated away, I felt Dee squeezing my hand. Turning to look at her I saw a look of genuine tender concern on her face.
“How are you feeling, honey?” her soft Southern tone asked. “Are you okay, sweetheart?”
Letting out a deep sigh, I tried myself to hide my hurt and put a brave face on it. “It’ll be okay. It’s nothing we haven’t done before. And we’ve always come out the other side in one piece.”
She squeezed my hand again, and having heard my half-convincing reassurances the she-devil that had pranced around the club earlier gently edged back into view. “You’re right, honey. You and Jill know each other best. I’m sure she’ll have a wonderful night. And I know you’ll love to know she’s having a great time… and to listen and watch as your naughty wife has fun.”
Dee was looking directly into my eyes as she said this. Almost daring me to contradict her, to put her right on the pleasure that I’d get from what was about to happen between Jill and Luther. Even though she’d only known me a week or so, she knew my weakness well enough that she’d called it right. Calling out that however painful parts of the night might be, I’d get my strange kicks to balance the ledger in this new way of life we were exploring.
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As we rode across town things were all over the place between Dee and me. A big part of my mind and heart were in the back of the Lincoln Navigator with Jill and Luther. Wishing I could be a fly on the wall, watching and listening as their relationship moved forward. But the way that Dee’s hand slipped inside my fly, teased and caressed my cock brought me back to the here and now. Made me focus on her and what she was saying, as her fingers slid up and down the length of my cock, time after time, expertly working me. Making me groan with excitement as she built me up and then let me cool back down, repeating this time-honored pattern time after time.
“Don’t worry honey, we’ll soon be there. You’ll soon be able to listen and watch.” She smiled, like a benevolent teacher telling me it was nearly time for morning milk. “And anyway, doesn’t it make it kinda hotter and more exciting, letting them get started without you? More painful for sure, but tweaking your cuck heartstrings with a delicious agony?”
This woman wasn’t just an expert at tweaking my cock. Somehow she had a near-magical power to look into my heart and soul. To know my deepest, darkest and most embarrassing secrets, however well I thought I’d hidden them and didn’t want them discovered.
With a shiver of premonition, I knew deep down that someone who knew all these well-hidden secrets would be able to do things of which I’d hardly even thought about or could imagine. That she’d be able to take things to new depths and heights way behind what we’d experienced so far. Darryl had been virtually a one-night stand. Chris had been a normal guy who just happened to have a huge crush on Jill. Now, through our dabbling with Freddy and Josh, Jill and I had been delivered into the hands of people who were obviously experts. Whose professed hobby was sex, and whose livelihood was running clubs, several of which catered to guys' sexual needs.
Dee must have caught something of the way I was looking at her as I thought about her and Luther. “Don’t worry, honey. We’re not like Chris. We don’t want to steal Jill away from you. We just want to have some fun. We just want Jill to have some fun. To explore her sexuality. To find the real Jill. The slut within, you might say.”
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When we got to Luther’s house, the Black Navigator was parked out front, but there was no sign of any of the occupants. Dee just winked at me as she opened the front door and looped her arm through mine.
Kicking her shoes off, she kissed me on the cheek. “First time around, you’re not allowed to watch. Luther’s house, Luther’s rules. He always tells girls their other half isn’t here, you know, so they can really let go and enjoy themselves. Not having to worry about hurting the feelings of their other halves. Staying quiet so their hubby or boyfriend doesn’t know just how much they’re loving being with Luther.”
She looked into my eyes to judge my reaction, before smiling a wicked little smile and continuing. “But you can listen,” she added, pulling me by the arm towards the ornate wooden staircase.
Even before our feet touched the first step I heard the first sounds coming from upstairs. The low moan of a woman being pleasured. “Mmmmm.” The moan continuing each time for as long as possible until the woman needed to breathe. Speaking volumes about the level of pleasure she was receiving.
‘The woman needed to breathe,’ – what the fuck. The woman in question wasn’t some notional, faceless woman. It was my beautiful wife Jill who was somewhere at the top of the stairs being so thoroughly pleasured by the owner of this large house. And the long, steady, satisfied moans of contentment that drifted down the stairs told me she was receiving an awful lot of pleasure.
Dee made us stop halfway up the stairs. Forcing me to listen to the sounds of Jill being pleasured. “He’s giving her oral sex. He always does that first time around. Needs to do it to get them ready for the size of his cock.” She grinned at me, enjoying the way the color was draining from my face. “He always lets them have one orgasm, to relax them, then brings them right to the edge of a second one before he slowly puts it all the way in. And then he fucks them like they’ve never been fucked before.” Again, looking across as she spoke, enjoying the effect of her words on my excited and troubled face.
Satisfied that she’d wound me up as tight as a coiled spring, Dee smiled her wicked smile and pulled me up the rest of the staircase, finally bringing me to a closed wooden door. We stood next to the closed door and Dee encouraged me to copy her by putting my head next to the door, so we could both better listen to the continuing soundtrack of Jill’s moans and sighs of contentment. As Luther’s mouth, tongue and no doubt fingers worked on her womanhood to bring her to a fever-pitch of excitement.
My heart was pounding and I felt like red-hot needles had been inserted in my gut as I stood there sweating, listening to all the different sounds my wife was making. The sounds Luther was drawing out coming in waves. Sometimes slow and steady moans. Sometimes deeper panting mixed with little squeals as he found the right spot and Jill signaled to him to encourage him to give more.
But even through the ebbs and flows of Jill’s sounds, each successive round was a little louder than the last. A little more passionate than the last, a little more out of control as Luther slowly dismantled her barriers and took possession of my wife. The increasing volume of Jill’s ragged moans telling me as clearly as if I could see through the door that Jill was getting closer and closer. That Luther’s expert tongue had brought her right to the edge… until Jill’s sobs finally gave way to a single, prolonged shriek of pleasure as Jill breached the heights. Her cry of ecstasy going on and on, until finally, she started coming down the other side. The shriek giving way to a series of deep breaths as she got her breath back, intermingled with the odd satisfied ‘mmm’ as if she was remembering or a little after-ripple of pleasure had just touched her.
And then it all was quiet. Quiet except for the kiss I felt on my cheek and the little voice that whispered, “Baby, you do know that was just the starter, don’t you? Jill’s just had the tiny first course. In a minute he’ll get her ready for the main course.”
I closed my eyes as a giant fist squeezed at my chest. I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take. Luther had said that sex and exploring people’s sexuality was his hobby. And the bastard must have known from experience that excluding me in this way, so I couldn’t even see a damned thing, intensified the whole thing a million times. They say blind men have a far, far more acute sense of hearing than the normally sighted. That’s how I’d felt as I’d listened to every little sound that Luther’s mouth and playing had rung from my wife’s compliant body. I couldn’t see a damned thing, but instead, my brain conjured up pictures to match the soundtrack. Every time Jill had moaned or squealed or sobbed, I’d imagined the look on her face. I’d imagined her beautiful face scrunched up in ecstasy. I’d imagined her hands holding Luther’s head, pulling him tighter and tighter to her womanhood. Her need for him growing by the moment. That bastard Luther knew that by locking me out he was throwing gasoline onto a fire that was already a raging inferno.
But now, with the sounds stopped, a whole new and different set of feelings and images went through my head. If there were no sounds of sex, then surely they were laying face-to-face. Kissing softly. Enjoying that first time together. That special first time when hours and hours of expectation has finally given way to fulfillment and satisfaction. I pictured Jill’s beautiful hazel eyes gazing into Luther’s eyes, just as they’d look at me earlier when we’d made love on stage. The image tormenting me, a perfect and painful picture of my wife lost to another man.
All of these images rushing through my head, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I tried the door, hoping beyond hope that it might be open. I don’t know why, but some submissive part of my brain made me try it slowly and quietly as if I was an interloper and had no right to be there. But, as I pulled the handle down and gently pushed, there was not even the tiniest give in the door. It was locked. I was still locked out.
As I realized this, I heard the first, tiny sound from the second act. The first new sound, a small moan from Jill. I craned my neck, listening hard, thinking maybe I’d imagined it. But it came again, this time just a little louder. And then a third time, this time louder still. Until the sobs and moans of Luther’s new onslaught on my wife’s pussy were coming thick and fast. A constant sound, loud enough to get through the door and totally unavoidable to my ear.
Dee just smiled at me. “Not long now.”
And she was right, because just as she’d predicted my wife’s moans built up and up until they came to a sudden change. The soundtrack changing from a simple series of sobs and moans to a much more complex one.
“Please go slow, Luther. I’ve never had one as big as you before,” the nervousness and anxiety evident in the tone of Jill’s voice.
“Don’t worry, honey. You’ll love it, just relax and enjoy,” Luther’s calm and deep voice reassured her.
“Nnnn…” the sound of my wife taking the first part of Luther’s huge cock, as he stretched her as he lodged the head of his over-sized cock in Jill’s vulva. Her ‘oh fuck’ and short staccato sobs confirming the picture my mind was conjuring.
“Oh fuck.” “Oh fuck.” “Shit, that’s big.” I couldn’t see, but I knew this was surely Luther slowly sinking inch after inch of his huge cock into Jill’s tight body. A cock bigger than any Jill had taken before.
And then Jill’s verbal commentary gave way to a series of little mewling sounds, mixed in with those short, shallow gasps as she tried to catch her breath and adjust to the size of the new, large cock that was taking her for the first time.
And then after several minutes of this movie trailer, the full feature arrived. As the other side of the locked door Luther must have started slowly but forcefully working the full length of his huge cock in and out of my sweet wife’s tight pussy.
I was struggling to breathe as every fiber of my being focused on the sounds coming through that heavy wooden door. The sounds of the bed moving, responding to the powerful thrusts of a man as large and heavyset as Luther. A man who was using all his weight and power to thrust time after time as deeply into my wife as he could go. A man with the largest cock my wife had ever known, using it to make her sob and moan with pleasure. His steady rhythm of penetrating her sweet body only something I could imagine in my minds’ eye, a locked door separating me from witnessing Luther taking my wife.
My mind seemed totally filled with the sounds of Jill’s passion and enjoyment. I don’t know if it was because I couldn’t see, but it seemed to me that Jill’s cries of pleasure were louder and more heartfelt than I’d ever heard before. Louder than with Daryl. Louder than with Chris. Louder even than the times she’d been shared by multiple lovers at the same time.
As my mind filled with the sounds of another man pleasuring my wife better than I ever could, I lost track of how many times Jill came. It’s a cliché, but after listening to the sound of her first, big climax, she seemed to be experiencing an almost non-stop series of mini-climaxes. It reminded me of watching waves breaking on the shore. Lots of little breakers, the occasional bigger wave, and then every few minutes a much, much bigger wave, so big you can see it coming in the distance. That’s how the series of orgasms Jill surfed seemed to me as I stood outside that locked bedroom door, helplessly listening to my wife being taken and sexed by a man we’d hardly known a week. A man blessed with a bigger cock than any of Jill’s previous lovers and a man who was making her cry out in a seemingly endless series of orgasms.
The sounds of Luther having sex with Jill for the first time went on and on and it was nearly an hour before I finally sensed something different. The sounds of the bed moving seemingly accelerating. The headboard banging against the wall at a faster pace, making a louder banging noise each time as Luther was obviously now fucking Jill with more and more force.
I’d lost track of how many different things Jill’s excited voice had cried out over the last hour. I’d heard her beg Luther to fuck her faster and harder, inevitably followed by her weak voice calling him to be slower and more gentle, as she recovered from one or other climax. I’d heard her tell him how amazing he was, telling him how much she loved his big black cock and that he could have her anytime he wanted. But mostly it wasn’t words, it was just the sounds of a woman moaning and crying out as she went through a seemingly endless cycle of pleasure and climaxes.
But now, just as the sounds from the bed were different, so the sounds from Jill were different. Her moans and sobs were louder, as she almost constantly panted and whimpered from the faster and more powerful strokes of Luther’s huge cock. Her words of encouragement more frequent and more full of feeling. Until finally I knew they were both close to the ultimate, as I heard Jill call out to Luther to give it her his all. To fill her up. Crying out ‘yes, yes, yes’ as I finally heard Luther’s deep voice, bellowing like a bull. “Here it comes baby… Here comes my seed… Take it all Jill…” as he cried out like a wounded animal, shooting his load deep into my wife. The pair of them screaming through a massive orgasm as Jill received Luther’s black seed for the first time.
And then the loud sounds which had filled my head and nearly driven me insane were suddenly gone. Gone as fast as they’d come, just the odd sound of a murmur or a whisper. Tiny aftershocks, little baby tremors to follow their huge shared earthquake as they’d come together for the first time. Known each other’s bodies fully and intimately for the first time.
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All was silent as Dee looked into my gaunt face. I think she must have seen the ghosts of all that had gone before with Chris, because her face was no longer playfully teasing me. It showed kindness and concern as she held both my hands and looked into my eyes. Like a trauma survivor, I think she could see what I’d just been through.
I looked at the locked door like a begging puppy, but she just gave the smallest, gentlest shake of the head and instead pulled me in the other direction, down the corridor as she spoke to me in a quiet voice. “Let’s go in here. Jill won’t be able to see you, but at least you’ll be able to see Jill.”
She pushed me into a darkened bedroom and gestured for me to sit on the bed, turning on a large wall-mounted TV screen as she did so. “Honey, would you like to see Jill and Luther? Or would you prefer not?” she asked, her voice still full of tenderness and kindness.
I was still recovering from listening to the last hour’s activities. My feelings had well and truly been put through the shredder, but my cock was incredibly hard and although I felt both jealous and humiliated, I also wanted nothing more than to be put out of my misery. To finally be able to see what until now I’d only been able to hear. I knew that after an hour of torment and angst, actually seeing Jill and Luther together would be both painful and hugely erotic. And I knew that hell and wild horses wouldn’t stop me from answering yes to Dee so that I could get my fix. Be put out of my misery.
I hardly had the strength to reply, just smiling at Dee and nodding my head, my parched voice croaking out a barely audible ‘yes’. She patted the pillows next to her, waiting until I followed her instructions and sat next to her at the top of the bed. Only then fiddling with the remote until the huge TV screen was filled with a near life-size picture from the master bedroom.
At that instant, all of the heartache and pain from the end of Jill’s affair with Chris came flooding back to me in a tidal wave of emotions. I almost felt like I was physically drowning as I took in the sight of my beautiful wife snuggled up next to Luther on top of his massive bed. Both naked, they were lying next to each other, faces barely inches apart, just gazing into each other’s eyes. Occasionally exchanging a tender kiss, but for the most part just happy to gaze at each other.
Propped up on one elbow, Jill’s breasts hung like the perfect ripe fruits as she smiled contentedly at the man who had so recently taken her to heaven and back. I’d not seen it, but I’d heard it as clear as day as he’d made love to her with his huge cock. Making her call out in passion time after time as orgasm after orgasm had wracked her body. And now she was spent. A contented female, almost purring as she lay next to her man and smiled at him to let him know how wonderful he’d been. How wonderful it had been for her. How happy she felt as his sticky seed bubbled away between her legs, in the depths of her body doing its business. Hunting left and right for one of Jill’s little eggs to fertilize. Unaware that thankfully Jill was back on the pill and so the hunt was likely in vain.
Feeling Dee’s body by my side made it both better and worse. Better because the softness of her skin and desirability of her shapely body was both a salve and an aphrodisiac for me. Worse because it reminded me how wonderful it felt to lie next to Jill, while the TV screen told me that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. I felt Dee’s hand softly stroking my hair away from my sweating brow as she kissed me softly like a mother reassures a child. I smiled at her and turned back to the screen.
“Wow, I’ve missed that,” was all that Jill had to say to her new man. Something in her tone and expression taking me straight back again to those dark nights when I thought I’d lost her to Chris. Making me think of both the highs and the lows of the affair I’d allowed to build between my wife and her handsome younger boss. The times in England, both good and bad, when they’d lived as man and wife and I’d shared my bed with Gemma. The times when all three of us had played together and I’d felt included and happy. The emotion shredding last night she’d spent with him, which seemed to go on and on until I was beside myself. Convinced I’d lost Jill forever.
Looking at the two of them, so close and intimate after their first time together, I felt like I was back in one of those rooms with the ever-shrinking walls. Walls and ceilings remorselessly moving closer and closer to crush the helpless inhabitants. Sure, I was excited, my heart beating nineteen to the dozen and my cock as hard as nails. But, I also couldn’t help but think how different this felt to the games I’d seen Jill playing recently with Josh and Freddy. Those games had been pure carnal lust. No hint of emotion or intimacy. Jill choosing to throw off the shackles of behavior society normally prescribes, allowing herself to be sexed by and to fuck two well-hung young black guys more than ten years her junior.
Looking at the way Jill and Luther were smiling at each other, the parallel was more Jill and Dave. Two lovers recovering after sharing the wonderful gift of sexual union as a way to express their feelings for each other. Their intense feelings of mutual attraction and desire. I didn’t think Jill loved this guy. But, there was no way to miss how much she was deeply attracted to him, showing all the signs of an almost teenage crush.
Jill leaned in to give Luther the softest of kisses. “Thank you,” she smiled, her hand reaching out to touch Luther’s limp and sticky cock.
I’m embarrassed to admit it, but in some ways, I’d become as much of a size queen as Jill has. I’d thought enough about my own likes and needs to know I got off on the fact that Jill was being pleasured by cocks much thicker and longer than my own. But until Jill touched his cock, I’d been so focused on looking at the closeness and the feelings between them that I’d not looked at the limp and shiny monster that was laying happy and spent on Luther’s muscular black thigh.
Of course, I could only imagine what it looked like when it was on full heat. Fully flooded with blood, erect and throbbing, ready to do its job. But, judging by how thick and long it was even in its limp state, it must have been frighteningly large when it was ready for work. Even limp it was so thick that Jill’s pale white fingers couldn’t encircle its plump girth. And comparing its length next to Jill’s fingers and lower arm, even spent and limp it must have been seven or eight inches long. It simply lay there like a spent and sleeping black snake, recovering ready for the next round. Getting ready to take Jill back up to heaven and back.
Jill kissed Luther again, giving his cock another squeeze, her fingers next to the large pink apple-shaped dome that was his huge cockhead. Her smile telling me how much she was enjoying playing with her new toy. She was just starting to lean in for another kiss when suddenly the screen went blank.
For a moment I thought there was some kind of technical hitch. But as I looked across at Dee, I saw the remote back in her hand and I knew she was the cause of the blank screen.
“Later,” she said with a harder edge to her voice. “Luther isn’t the only one who wants some fun tonight.”
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For the next hour, I nearly totally forgot about my wife and her new lover. I’d forgotten how wonderful it was to make love to a new woman, especially one as sexy, desirable and skillful as Dee. It was a wonderful and amazing experience as I lost myself in Dee. Losing myself both in the physical pleasure of sinking my cock into her and feeling her soft legs wrap around me. Losing myself in Dee as a person. That special pleasure of joining with a new woman for the first time. Looking into her eyes, seeing her smile and listening to her soft moans as my hips moved up and down, my cock stimulating and exciting her pussy.
Occasionally thoughts of Jill came back to me, but for the most part, my mind and heart were just filled with Dee. Enjoying her soft smile, full of warmth and humor. Enjoying the softness of her skin and the warm, moist envelopment of her surprisingly tight pussy around my cock.
She might have been used to the super-human loving of big-cocked Luther, but I knew she was enjoying our time together. Maybe I wasn’t causing the house to shake and resonate with screams and cries like Luther had, but we did just fine. Dee’s smile told me she loved what we were doing. Enjoying each position we tried. The closeness and kissing allowed by missionary. Her moans and sobs as I knelt behind her and fucked her doggy, loving the slap-slap of my midriff pummelling her shapely ass. Loving, even more, the way her big fake tits swung to and fro in time with my thrusts. Loving when she took control and rode me, her tits still magnificent and proud as she was finally able to find just the right position to cum. Loving best of all when we went back to missionary, kissing long and hard and with true feeling as I shot my juices deep into her pussy.
The true testimony to how wrapped up in each other we were was when we were snuggled together under the sheets, just cuddling and talking. We both heard it at the same moment – the unmistakable sound of a woman being penetrated. Of my wife down the corridor taking Luther’s huge cock again. Dee smiled at me and held the remote control up, the question clear. I just shook my head, surprising myself that I had the strength to resist. To stay here and present in the warm and tender little cocoon Dee and I had just constructed. Seeing the warmth and feeling in Dee’s expression as she put the remote down made me so happy at the choice I’d had the strength to make. I received a gentle kiss as she playfully rubbed her nose against mine.
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Throughout the next few hours, the sounds of love-making often drifted down the corridor to our bedroom. I didn’t count how many times Luther and my wife made love, but for a man the same age as me Luther was doing a pretty good job.
In the morning it was no surprise that Dee and I were the first down to breakfast. A quiet contentment shared between us, a bond strengthened by the recent morning love-making we’d shared and a rather playful and enjoyable joint shower.
I was pouring Dee a second cup of coffee when I felt a soft, feminine set of arms around my neck, thankfully not guessing at their identity before Jill spoke.
“Morning, lover,” she greeted me, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek as I turned to look at a tired but happy looking wife. We shared a smile as she kissed me again, before looking at the man who’d just entered the kitchen.
“Honey, when we’ve all eaten, Luther and I have something to ask you.”
(Thanks to cbears52 for his frequent help in editing.)
Sunday 12th May 2019It had been a long nine days.A very long nine days.The last nine days had marked the crescendo of a two-year period that had turned our marriage upside down. I’m one of those people who enjoys classical music but doesn’t know all the technical terms. But the last two years reminded me of one of those classical pieces which starts incredibly slowly and builds, bit by bit, through various levels of drama until a noisy and unbearable climax assails the audience that has been...
Wife LoversSunday 5th November 2017 My wonderful husband Dave left off the last chapter describing our decision to call a pause in the newly liberated lifestyle we’d just started tasting. I say our decision, but that’s a little unfair. It was basically my decision, which Dave was happy to support as he made clear to me that he didn’t want to carry on with our new lifestyle if I had any doubts. (He also made clear that he found watching me with other guys incredibly erotic, but that was as nothing compared...
Wife LoversDON'T JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER Even before we were married Roxy liked to play a little game with me. At first I didn't like it, only because it felt wrong, but as time went on and it became more sophisticated, I found my inhibitions vanishing and I got to actually like it. 'It' was dressing me up in her clothes. "Time for you to get dressed, Michelle," she would say to me, using the feminine form of my name Mike. I would then allow myself to be treated like a life sized 'Barbie'...
After meeting Reinna when I was 19 yrs old and later some of her girlfriends. I had the opportunity to spend time with them, would go to The Motherlode during the daytime and spend hours with them. San Francisco is multicultural, girls either moved there or would visit. San Francisco was very optimistic and a safe haven for TSs, Transvestites and Crossdressers whom experienced discrimination or came from homophobic and transphobic locations.In the Tenderlion District they were embraced and...
Monday 13th November 2017That Monday evening ended in a truly surreal fashion. Having earlier watched my wife enjoying the joint attentions of both Chris and Rocco, and then the more intimate time Jill shared just with her handsome boss, the FaceTime call finally went dead as Chris ended the call.But barely ten minutes later my phone was again buzzing as the screen lit-up and insistently demanded my attention with the flashing text ‘Jill Cell’. It suddenly occurred to me this must be Jill’s...
Wife LoversSunday 12th May 2019, early eveningIt had been a long nine days. A very long nine days, since Jill had headed off to the airport to spend time with her two different lovers before following through on our agreement that she sever all ties before we relocated to L.A.These last days had marked the crescendo of a two-year period that had turned our marriage upside down.Until that fateful summer day in 2018 that kick-started our new lifestyle, when I’d watched three friends vying for Jill’s...
Wife LoversSaturday, 8th June 2018I’d woken in far more agreeable ways. Still semi-drunk from all the drinking the night before, I rolled over in a strange bed and hit air. The place where I’d expected to bump into Jill was empty, just a hole on Jill’s side of the bed. No one to kiss, snuggle or wrap my arm around. Just air.Jolted rudely awake by this realization, the clock told me it was four in the morning. A feeling of slow, rumbling dread built in my gut and spread to the left side of my chest. But...
Wife LoversThursday evening, 31st May 2018Having taken the trouble to drag my tired body onto a five-hour night flight from LA to Miami, my welcome home present had been a greeting from a butt-naked Freddy who greeted me in my own home, his big dangling dick hanging limp and threatening between his muscular legs.The second part of my welcome home present had been watching two long rounds of sexual athletics between my beautiful wife Jill and her two new lovers, Josh and Freddy, the two early-thirties...
Wife LoversMonday 28th May 2018Freddy’s black ass slipped lower and lower as he drove inch after inch of his fat cock further into Jill’s willing body. Each extra inch winning new and satisfied moans and whimpers of pleasure from my wife, as once again she enjoyed the feeling of being filled by a male much thicker and longer than her own husband.Her arms were wrapped around Freddy’s thick and muscular black neck. Her pale skin forming a white band around his blackness, their lips locked together like a...
Wife LoversIntroduction The Jones family is a collection of stories that could involve any of the three family members. First of all we have the mother, Elizabeth Jones, a widow who took the death of her husband very badly. She threw herself in to her work but when this was not enough, she quickly discovered sex, she loves it and is willing to experiment. Elizabeth's work means she has to travel a lot and as a result her two children live in the house alone. Her daughter, Sarah, is seventeen and...
Introduction: Things arent always as they seem. This is my entry to the Calling All Readers Challenge, Chapter 7. The theme we were to use is Females For HIre. For reasons of my own, I no longer accept comments on my work, nor do I give them. Please send me a PM with any critique you wish. I cant grow as a writer without your feedback. Please enjoy my take on Females For Hire. Hillary sat on the bench outside the courtroom that Monday morning. She tugged at her skirt, trying to make it appear...
The other night my wife and I were in Slippery Pete’s at closing time. She was dressed in slacks but she was also wearing pantyhose and heels for my benefit. Just her nude nylon covered feet were plenty enough to send me over the edge even without the added eroticism of a short skirt. I wanted nothing more than to have her stocking feet in my hands and face while my little dick exploded, in her, on her, on myself, I didn’t care. I just wanted to experience ejaculation and her stocking feet at...
EroticSaturday 9th June 2018 It was a long walk down the street, past the long strip of bars, clubs and low-end stores and eateries. Following behind Jill’s shapely swaying ass, it struck me how this long walk was some kind of a metaphor for the long walk we’d been on as a couple this last year. I knew the literature-loving part of Jill would have laughed at the thought, probably finding a way to top my joke with one of her own.But Jill was walking a little too far ahead of me for me to call out to...
Wife LoversSaturday 26th August 2017Just over a month had passed, since out of the corner of my eyes, I’d observed Craig, Byron, and Callan rutting as three stags for the attentions of my sexy, but spoken for, wife.Jill and I were snuggled in bed enjoying a quiet and activity-free Saturday morning in bed. No lifts, sports matches, or driving lessons. The well-earned tranquility of proud parents whose kids were making their way in the world, at college or in the world of work. Coffee was steaming, the...
Wife LoversAndersonville 2 - Judge-less by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Mathew Shepherd, who lives in the hearts of all open-mind people. Fade in... The warm glow of yesterday's conversation with my father ended in the cold reality of Monday morning. The cold reality that I was a young, teenage girl. The cold reality that I was expected to act like a girl, something totally foreign and yes, something I found even a little scary. And the cold reality that I had no idea why I...
Introduction: A sister strives to help her twin heal from past trauma Bang! I jumped at the sound of a slamming door. I saw my twin sister Danielle standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes. I fell to my knees as I realized that Daddy was gone. She had been at the hospital with our mother, but if she was back, it meant Aunt Trudy had brought her home to tell me the news. I had refused to go. I couldnt bear to see him like that. We were only 7 years old, and little did we know that...
This story could go in a number of categories. There isn’t a lot of sex. Thanks to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for making my stories a much better read. Since court shows seem to interest people, I thought I’d be Judge DG Hear. This is a totally fictitious account of a story I made up. Let me know what you think and I’ll see if the Judge has any more cases on his docket. It is a tongue in cheek story, just writing something a little different than my usual fare. Bailiff Jane Doyle...
Sunday lunchtime, 3rd June 2018Jill and I were enjoying a very late Sunday breakfast. We’d only got home from the party at three-thirty in the morning, and so breakfast was just this side of noon. Jill keeping it to a very light breakfast as she wanted to look her best for John and Becky’s upcoming wedding, now only three weeks away.The portions and choice of food she served me making clear that she expected me to give her moral support in her efforts to lose those last pounds so she’d look her...
Wife Lovers"But Your Honor," the attorney complained. He was representing the husband, John Elliott, in this divorce case "But nothing counselor," Judge Lowell responded. "Your objection is overruled. Make another objection, present some evidence or sit down." Bill Simpson looked back at his client, shrugged his shoulders, and sat down. Mrs. Elliott's attorney, Dennis Johnson, stood. "Your Honor, we would like to submit..." "Sit down Mr. Johnson. I believe I have the pertinent information."...
Tuesday 27th March 2018“Hi honey,” I greeted Jill as I trudged wearily from work into the kitchen.It had been a hell of a day. Problems, problems, problems at work. The best I’d manage to salvage from the day was crawling into our family home a little after eight p.m., any chance of Jill and me keeping our date night long gone. But this didn’t seem to have dampened Jill’s spirits. She was trying a new recipe and had told me earlier on the phone that she was fine to have our date night at home...
Wife LoversI was glad that I’d brought a couple of interview outfits. Chastity told me I looked ‘dope’ in my gray pinstripe suit, white button-down shirt, and red and gray-striped tie. She chose to dress up and wore a navy blue, almost business, suit. With her red hair braided around the top of her head, she appeared mature and vulnerable at the same time. She was stunning, and when we met in the lobby, Sam nodded his approval. My first look at Cavanaugh came when he strutted into the courtroom. He was...
Sunday 15th April“Jill?”I’d gone into the guest room to look for a book I’d been discussing with Gemma. And I’d been totally shocked to see my sleeping wife’s body lying there. Her face showing the evidence that she’d cried herself to sleep.In that single moment all of my anger, hurt and righteous indignation from the Saturday night melted away like late snow on a Spring morning.Fuck! I’d seen Chris’s taillights disappearing around the corner with Jill sat by his side.A few minutes later our...
Wife LoversBailiff Jane Doyle says, "All rise for Judge DG Hear; plaintiffs and defendant, please remain standing. All others in the court room please be seated." "Judge, this is case #247 Snyder and Snyder vs. Brown." "Thank you, Jane, we have quite a case here. Let me give a quick review." "Mrs. April Snyder, you are charging Mr. Bruce Brown with ruining your marriage and want five-thousand dollars in damages; is that correct?" "Yes, Judge DG." "Mr. Snyder, as I understand it, you are...
Being a moderately attractive woman with that level of power also drew its fair share of admiration and respect. I was a popular body around the courthouse and most considered me a delight to work with. I also had the reputation of being professional and fair in my verdicts. I was a force to be reckoned with, and I thought nothing would get in the way of my ascent. Things changed when the court hired a new stenographer. Previously, recruitment had favoured ladies of an older variety; glasses...
On Monday of the next week, Pamela had another appointment with Judge Redding, but this time it was not to meet him in his judicial chamber. He'd instructed her to get a reservation for a large suite in a hotel in one of the neighboring cities – where no one would know that a prominent judge and one of the female lawyers who appeared in his court were meeting for an illicit fuck session. Pamela did exactly what Judge Redding told her to, and even though she was beginning to feel...
Thursday 27th December 2018, early morningWhat a depressing vista? A shoddy motel room. Is this what my life had really come to? So much for high-powered corporate Exec, nationally head-hunted and offered a sixty-percent raise. The little kitchenette and the rest of the décor reminded me of every witness protection scene I’d ever seen in every TV cop show or Crime movie Jill and I had ever watched together. The feeling was so strong I almost looked outside the room door to see if there was a...
Wife LoversSunday 10th June 2018 She looked so damned beautiful, lying there next to me, her eyes briefly shut after her nighttime exertions with her new man. What kind of a fool was I to ever take a chance to lose a woman like this? A woman so loving, faithful and kind. So smart, sexy and warm. I felt an ache in my chest and a deep sense of sadness at the path things had taken. A sense of sadness mixed with the honest self-knowledge that we were unlikely to turn the clock back any time soon.Jill’s...
Wife LoversSaturday 9th June 2018Recap: Barely a month after the turmoil at the end of my wife’s affair with Chris, after the briefest of hiatuses we’ve conspired as a couple for Jill to take up with our two black next-door neighbors Freddy and Josh. Through them, we’d known Luther for just a week, and on Saturday he insisted on showing Jill and me around the high end and the definitely lower end of his ten-club chain.After an evening of Jill flirting with Luther while his girlfriend Dee was my dinner...
Wife LoversIntroduction: First read 1-8 , so that you may understand the relationship we had with the Judge One weekend, when I was spending the night with Sharon, the Judge came in again. We had been asleep for about an hour, I think. The light shinning into the room, from the hallway, woke me up. When the door closed, I strained my eyes, to watch Judge Cooke. He walked over to the night stand, and turned the lamp on. Sharon had her back to me. He walked over to the far side of the bed. He looked right...
Introduction: Please read the Judge Cooke Series starting with number 1 thru 7, so that you may understand what led up to the events of this Night. I couldnt stop thinking about the spanking Judge Cooke had given me ? My little butt was so sore, but I desired more. Did everyone have these desires, locked deep inside of them? I desired more. I wanted Judge Cooke to mount me, as I had watched him do to his daughter, and the kitchen servant. I needed his cock, deep inside me. I wanted his cock,...
"You're so damn hot, Pamela," Judge Redding said as he helped the hot sexy young lawyer ride up and down on his thick hardon. She was far sexier now sitting on top of his hard cock and fucking herself up and down on his lap than she'd ever been when fully dressed and doing her lawyerly duties in front of his court. No one would ever imagine sexy Pamela coupled at the crotch with old Judge Redding, and even he could hardly believe this was happening. "Ohhhhh, ohhhh," Pamela moaned as...
Being the only female judge in my city carries weight. It had been a long road of ambition, education and professionalism to reach the height that I had. I'd barged my way through sexism and misogyny to sit comfortably in one of the most respected positions in the community. When I sat on that bench overseeing a hearing, it said 'Judge Sanders' on the nameplate and everyone knew it. I was in charge.Being a moderately attractive woman with that level of power also drew its fair share of...
FetishIntroduction: To understand this true story, it is better to read Spanking and Sexual Awakening, Another time I was watching Judge Cooke, Catching Judge Cooke under the stairs and the last one,Our punishment at the hand Of Judge Cooke first, as one leads to the other. The day of our punishment, I was to spend the night so I was there the entire day, evening and night. That afternoon, after our punishment something happened that was to call ripples in this household. Between Sharons Bedroom...
Sunday 11th November 2018, one minute after midnightSeeing Jill’s car parked by itself in our drive caused all kinds of feelings for me, my adrenaline and energy levels suddenly spiking. Fight or flight. Was she there by herself, or was Malcolm and or Luther there with her, or maybe Dee – the she-devil who’d been dildoing Fake me in Jill’s first porno which I’d been made to watch.Heading into the house I felt like I imagined a soldier feels edging into a house that may well be booby-trapped...
Wife Lovers28th May 2018 - Memorial DayCar keys safely hung by the door, suddenly I was overcome by a sense of loneliness. A wave of self-pity and tired lethargy sweeping over me. Alone by myself on the Memorial Day holiday. Husband about to fly to the other side of the country. Kids busy with their own things, building their own lives. Ex-lover and boyfriend in a self-imposed exile several thousand miles away in California. I caught myself in the mirror, wondering how come I was so alone on this day when...
Wife LoversIntroduction: I hope that you all like this continuation, of the true stories in the Judge Cooke Series. The next morning, after I had watched Judge Cooke fucking his daughter, she and I went down to breakfast. As we entered the formal Dinning Room, Judge Cooke stood. He walked over to pull the chair our for me to be seated. He then did the same for his daughter, Sharon. We were served by the young black woman, that we had watched him fuck. As she moved to the left of him to serve, he reached...
Introduction: This is a true account of spanking that fueled a lifelong desire. This does contain descriptions of events that happened when I was young. If this offends you please do not continue to read this. Remember, that you are an adult, and you have the right to make your own decision to read this. Please let me know if you would like for me to post other events that happened in my friends home between her Father and others. Please feel free to PM me or email [email protected] I lived in...
Dear Judge, Now I was supposed to write you this and explain how come the woman I accidentally did was not illegally done after all. What she was turned out to be the party of the first part of the party. I been told I was supposed to use legal words because that is what the defrocked lawyer that went to a mail order law school and has a real diploma and everything and is in...
The Judge asks a favor of Robin By Robin Young As my salon's reputation grew the first three years our clientele of wealthy women also grew. Houston has some very wealthy areas of the city where the men drive Mercedes Benz automobiles and the women stay beautiful, well dressed and perfectly coiffed. We specialize in pampering our clients with champagne and fine wines while we attended to their beauty needs. My lead stylist Andie has gained a reputation for giving the full treatment. By...
I was becoming more and more convinced that Leanne was not responsible for this comprehensive clipping collection. Unfortunately, no one else seemed to fit the profile of my mystery mailer any better. The only mystery woman in my life was Eve and she looked nothing at all like the whacky judge, not even enough to be a relative I didn't think. At least I was probably now done receiving collections of clippings, I thought. Wrong. There was a brief respite and then a new collection of...
The evening of Sunday 17th JuneI got home from Veronica’s around six p.m. and wasn’t remotely surprised that the drive was empty, with no sign of Jill’s car there. Still absent, just like when I’d arrived home two days ago on Friday night and I’d patiently waited at home before heading out and watching her first try-out as a club manager.I smiled a wry smile to myself. Of course, she wasn’t back yet. Unlike Veronica, Jill had outgrown her motherly responsibilities and only had a husband to...
Wife Lovers28th May 2018I guess we all have those seminal moments when a word offered really sticks in your mind. Never to be forgotten, often to be acted on. Well, one such piece of advice I received way back in my mid-twenties when I was going through a bit of a funk was ‘if your mind keeps going back to something, the only way you’re ever going to be able to get closure and move on is to confront that thing or that person.’ That however hard and painful this might seem, you really have no...
Wife LoversTuesday 7th November 2017 Shit. Why had my husband replied like that? He knew damn well I was trying to move back a little from our newly open marriage for a few months. To get my bearings and make sure we weren’t doing something that might permanently damage our marriage and family. And here he was, having dressed me up and sent me to work in a sexy and revealing outfit for my boss’s enjoyment, now inviting me to stay out late with the same man.What wife, texting a husband that she’ll be...
Wife LoversI took the job at the library because I knew it would allow me to meet people from the community. I hadn't lived in this town for long and hadn't really connected yet. When the part-time job as assistant librarian was posted, I applied and luckily, got the job. My third day on the job, I had had a rough morning. I hadn't switched laundry loads from the washer to the dryer and had no panties clean to wear that day. I figured if I wore my skirt, no one would notice the lacking panty lines and...
Introduction: This happened about 3 moths ago My wife and I decided go to the mountains for a week. So we rented a cabin and everything was going fine except no sex. First night she was too tired, the next night she was dirty and had a headache, by the third day I had enough and decided to take her on a long bike ride and hopefully when we got back and she showered she would be too tired to say no and just give in. And after mountain biking with her only wearing a sports bra and shorts there...
Introduction: Please read Spanking and Sexual Awakening first, so that you will understand the relationship I had when I was young,with Judge Cooke. I have changed the names to protect the family. Please comment, PM me or email me [email protected] It excites me to read your comments As I have written in a previous story, Spanking and Sexual Awakening, most of my sexual education came from being in the home of my friend Sharon, whose Father was a Judge. This is a true account of another time I...
Introduction: You must read, Catching Judge Cooke under the stairs, to understand this story, as it is a continuation. The stories about Judge Cooke are true. We waited in Sharons Bedroom for Judge Cooke to come up to administer our punishment for disturbing him, while he was under the stair case fucking the young black woman that worked in the Kitchen. I wanted to talk to Sharons about what had happened. I wanted to ask her how she felt knowing that her Dad was cheating on her Mom. How she...
Tuesday 30th April 2019, early eveningThree cars parked on our driveway. That didn’t bode well, not exactly the start to a nice quiet evening with my recently estranged wife that I had been hoping for. Jill’s car – tick. The red 74 Firebird and Malcolm’s dark SVU – both unexpected and deeply unwelcome. That oh so familiar feeling of dread firing up in my gut like a six-point-two-liter V8 on steroids. Was this some kind of sick style cuckold-hotwife-bull intervention to which my invitation had...
Wife LoversSaturday 16th June 2018Malcolm led my tired-looking wife out of the door from the little room where he and the other three black guys had fucked Jill for four and a half hours, and then the screen went blank. With the screen now blank, suddenly the bedroom where Veronica and I were lying seemed a very quiet and empty place. After all the highs and lows and moans and grunts we’d been watching and listening to all night.Feeling physically and emotionally drained, although it was now light outside...
Wife LoversWednesday morning, 30th May 2018My conversation with Jill had lasted so long that I didn’t have time for breakfast and had to make do with some brought in pastries and coffee when we got to our offices. But a missed breakfast was a price worth paying to talk to Jill and to hear her words of reassurance.Being driven across town I’d tried to concentrate on what the team was telling me, but my mind was fighting an internal war. Mostly reassured by Jill’s words about always coming home, and how...
Wife LoversTuesday morning 29th May 2018I’d headed to bed at around midnight, but it was fully two-thirty on the Tuesday morning before I finally managed to fall asleep. Thankfully, my client meeting was in their office right next door to the hotel, so I was able to get out of bed as late as six and still shower, breakfast and prepare for the meeting.Of course, from when I awoke at six until I walked into the client meeting at eight, much of my mind was back in Florida, wondering what had happened after...
Wife LoversSaturday 5th May 2018What the hell were Charlotte and Jill doing sitting in Callan’s car at one a.m. in the morning? And what the hell were they talking about?As I stood staring through the misted windows of Callan’s car, it was Charlotte who spotted me first as our front door opens out onto the passenger’s side and so Jill hadn’t seen my approach. Before she’d spotted me, Charlotte had been in a heated discussion about something with my wife. But the moment she spotted me, Charlotte’s gaze...
Wife LoversIntroduction: I have had many emails regarding my stories. I would like to thank each of you. I thank all of you for your complements. ( For you Hariot) After Judge Cooke left the room, I wanted to talk to Sharon about what just happened. I wanted to know how it felt. Did she like it? I was hoping that she would turn over and face me, but she never did. I fell asleep, thinking the events were over. I dont know how long I slept. I awoke to a sound. The lamp was on and I could see clearly....
Introduction: As I have explained in my previous stories, Spanking and Sexual Awakening and Another time I was watching Judge Cooke this is another account of true events that added to my sexual knowledge Sharons Father, Judge Cooke provided most of my sexual knowledge . Later in life I realized that he had been kinky to say the least! I often wondered, why we never told anyone about the sexual events, but I guess we knew he was the ultimate authority. Today, was the same as most days,...
Hi everyone, so enjoying the winters, well how much good it feel if you get the chance for new encounter in such chilling month of Jan. Anyways I am not teasing anyone and just coming to story, well this is the incident which happened in new year party . This time I planned to celebrate the party in our own society and the main reason was the safety concern and also the hot and young bhabi whom I stare every day and was getting restless to at least fuck one among them. Even though I have many...
James sat upright on his bed, with his legs crossed and hishands holding his head up. He just stared at the small, red notebook that lay in front of him, this mysterious gift that was granted to him. His own name was engraved on the front. It was almost like it was glowing, beckoning him to open it, to control reality even more. His mind was racing, full of thoughts of Amy, Kirsty and the words written inside the book: ‘Kirsty is going to change her mind and ask me to come over to work on the...
SupernaturalLetter 1 - Guilty By Accident Dear Judge, Now I was supposed to write you this and explain how come the woman I accidentally did was not illegally done after all. What she was turned out to be the party of the first part of the party. I been told I was supposed to use legal words because that is what the defrocked lawyer that went to a mail order law school and has a real diploma and everything and is in here on bad check charges said I should do. But I don't know any of that fancy lawyer...
As for Leanne, our divorce was now long final and shortly after the end of my trial her parents drove over from Cincinnati to pick up her stuff. About time! I suspect more than a few mice had burrowed into her clothing boxes to nest but that was her problem for letting the boxes sit for nearly a full year. She lived with her parents for a while, moved out and then became involved in an abusive relationship with a guy who soon tired of her shit too. Then she moved in with yet another guy who...