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Moira was like a tiny mole digging through my wife's sumptuous clothes closet. Tossing clothes rapid fire through the open closet doorway, creating three large piles on the bed. One pile each for the Goodwill, the Consignment Store and the "Suits for Success" charity. I watched Moira's actions detachedly while sitting on the edge of the king size bed that I had shared with my late wife Sharon. Moira burrowed deeper into the depths of the large walk-in closet. Each piece of clothing Moira placed onto one of the growing piles of colorful fabric brought forth a memory to my mind of Sharon and the intimate time we shared in our fifteen year marriage. In my mind's eye, I could see Sharon standing before me, feeling each bit of textured fabric falling against my skin, of the arousal that Sharon brought forth as she rubbed and teased me with her large assortment of clothing. Memories of our sexual abandon and ardor brought both tears to my eyes, and a certain lust to my loins, unfilled in the year since Sharon passed away in her sleep. A victim of a coronary episode brought on by a blocked artery, or so the coroner had said on the death certificate. Moira stood and wiped her brow, giving me a look that somehow managed to convey both concern and pity at the same time. "Come on, lets go grab a beer, the kids won't be back from school for another couple of hours, I'm pooped." Moira lead the way from the bedroom down the hall into the kitchen, her tight little ass swinging side to side as she walked, slightly elevated in the spiky beach sandals she always wore. Moira and Sharon had been good friends ever since meeting up at some community activist event seven years ago. When together my wife Sharon and Moira were quite a contrast, Sharon was large, with big full breasts, blond hair and an infectious grin, Moira on the other hand is on the tall side of five feet nine, lean in an athletic sort of way, filled with a wiry tension waiting to be released. Moira has short deep red hair shaped into a rather severe spiky cut up top that smooths out and falls gently to kiss her shoulders just below the nape of her neck. Her face is brimming with a sea of freckles that frame her vividly bright green eyes flecked with bits of gold, always filled with mirth and wildness. When Moira concentrates, her gaze goes right through you, your eyes automatically drop, usually to her small yet shapely breasts, or her pert tight little ass, which is currently sashaying down our hallway, nicely framed in a pair of light blue nylon running shorts. Moira grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge, handed me one and plopped down onto the leather sofa in our living room. She patted the leather next to her. "Come sit here next to me." So I sat down next to her, we took a few long pulls from our bottles, and let an awkward silence fall between us. Without preamble, Moira leaned into me, kissed me deeply, the cool wetness of her beer still upon her lips. Her warm tongue darting between my teeth and tangling with mine. I returned her kiss passionately, my pent up desires for sexual release overwhelming my sense of better judgement. When we broke away, I could feel a flush fill my cheeks. "Hush," Moira said placing her finger on my lips. "I have wanted to do that for years..." she giggled. "But what about your husband Jack?" I whispered wanting so much more but not daring to hope for anything else. "Jack!" Moira chortled, as she tossed her head back and let forth a loud belly laugh. "Jack..., Christ he has more lovers than I have fingers." Placing her hand on my knee, drawing lazy circles with her neatly manicured fingers, Moira looked into my eyes. "Jack and I have a very loose sexual relationship, you might call us swingers, but I detest that term. We have been trying for years to get you and Sharon into our little group, but we could never figure a way to approach the matter with you two, and now with Sharon gone, well..." A smile began to play upon Moira's smooth red lips. "You know, while I was cleaning out the back of Sharon's closet I found something rather interesting." She pulled something from the large purse resting next to her on the couch and held forth for me to see, a modestly sized teal blue spiral shaped glass dildo and a longer, thinner, soft black dildo mounted in a finely crafted leather harness resting in her hands. "These!" she exclaimed in obvious delight. My heart sank, as I realized that Moira had found our secret stash of adult toys. Holding the fragile looking glass dildo out to me Moira asked, "This is yours isn't it?" I nodded, feeling a flush in my cheeks deepen as I looked at the small blue opalescent curved dildo glistening in the light from the window. "Well, It goes a long way to explaining the totally hot "Fucker-wear" I found at the bottom of Sharon's lingerie drawer. It seems that you and Sharon were a much more adventuresome couple than any of your friends thought." Moira gave me a grin and a mischievous side long glance as she set the glass dildo on the table, then picked up a fondly remembered harness and black strap-on dildo. Moira began to caress the dildo, tracing the smooth round shape with her long fingers, rubbing it lightly between the palms of her hands. "It seems that Sharon had her own little sissy slut," Moira patted me on my cheek while looking me in the eye, "and now it looks like I have found one of my own..." Moira picked placed the smooth black dildo in my hand, whispering just inches from my lips, "Tell me..., tell me, my new little sissy slut, what did you do with this to please my good friend Sharon?" The weight and shape of the phallus resting in my hand excited me as the memories of it's use filled my head. Moira was clearly rubbing herself through her shorts, pulling them so tightly that I could see the lips of her pussy form a camel toe through the nylon as she pleasured herself. Moira reached across, fondling the growing bulge in my shorts, scratching my cock through the material with her long oval shaped red finger nails. "Did you dress up for Sharon?" Moira's fingers slowly began dancing up the zipper to the snap atop my pants. "Did you put on the cute blue stockings and that darling black boned corset with dangling suspenders I also found in your secret spot?" I looked into Moira's green eyes, feeling the weight of the strap-on in my hands, remembering the last time it was used, my ass tensed with the anticipation. "Yes, Moira..." I said, getting more and more aroused as Moira tensed slightly on the couch beside me, her crotch moist beneath her playing fingers. "Did you love it when she fucked your little ass with this dildo, shoving it in deeply, thrusting in and out until she came?" The smooth surface of the dildo became slippery as my palms began to sweat with anticipation. "Oh yes, Moira..." I murmured, "I loved it when Sharon fucked me in the ass." Moira stood, letting her shorts fall to her ankles, she was wearing see-through black mesh g-string type panties, which she quickly pulled aside, exposing her moist, nicely shaved pussy, so that she could continue to pleasure herself as I watched from the couch. "Tell me my new sissy slut, what did you do for Sharon when she showed you her moist juicy pussy, like this...?" Letting the dildo fall to the floor, I moved from the couch to my knees swiftly reaching out to Moira, grabbing her ass with my hands, pulling her moist pussy to my mouth. Moira's pungent fragrance filled my nostrils, as the smooth mound surrounding her cunt brushed against my waiting lips. Moira collapsed to the couch as my tongue parted the moist folds between her legs. I dipped my tongue into the well of her pussy, licking the fresh juices of her excitement, catching small droplets as they began to run down the inside of her thighs. Moaning in soft low tones, Moira spread her legs wider, lifting them upward, placing her thighs over my shoulders, her spiky high heels dangling against the small of my back. Moira settled lower into the couch raising her ass upwards, clamping her legs around my head, her pussy ripe and ready for my attention. The growing knob of Moira's clit was between my teeth as I flicked it with my tongue, little pearls of her juices rolled through the valley of her ass, and I followed them with my lips and tongue, playfully darting in and out of the valley, leading to her tight little pink bud of an asshole. I kissed the cheeks of her ass, then probed her ass first with my lips, then with my tongue, "not down there love" said Moira, moaning with pleasure as she grabbed my hair and pulled me upwards to eat her pussy once more. Moira's orgasm was intense and explosive as she clasped and un clasped her legs about my ears with increasing intensity as I worked my tongue against her bulbous and swollen clit. She pulled me upwards to her lips, kissing me deeply, searching out the growing hard-on in my pants with her hand as our lips mashed together with passion. "Here, suck this..." Moira held glass dildo to my lips. "no, wait this isn't right." Moira said suddenly as she pushed me away from her, and stood up beside the couch. "Come on" she said, leading me down the hallway back to the bedroom. "We don't have time to do this properly, your kids will be home from school soon, but I want you to dress for me." A brush from her hand along my crotch sent shivers down my spine. "Oh, I don't want you to dress too much..., just these" rummaging through a pile of clothes on the bed Moira handed me a pair of purple opaque thigh high stockings with elastic gripper tops, "and this," a soft butter cream colored short silk gown with a sash tie, "and of course these" a pair of 4 inch spike heel black leather open toe strap sandals. "Next time you will have to dress for me properly, but for this afternoon this will have to do." Moira began looking in another pile on the bed, "Quickly now, go into the bathroom and put those things on, I want to fuck that sweet little ass of yours!." I went into the bathroom and put the clothes on as quickly as possible. I was so hard with excitement that I almost shot my load the minute the cool fabric of the gown fell across the head of my cock. I stepped from the bathroom and was confronted with a very different Moira, she had changed clothes too. She was now dressed in a sheer black frock that I instantly recognized as Sharon's. Through the shear mesh, the black strap-on dildo was lodged in the harness and in place about her hips, the head just poking out through the loosely tied gap in the front of the gown . The strap-on looked more menacing on Moira's thinner more athletic frame than on Sharon's ample hips. Moira had re-applied her bright red lipstick, and held in her hands a pair of shear black shimmer stockings. "Come here lover..." she beckoned me, and I stepped before her, trembling in anticipation. She parted my silk gown, pinching and twisting my nipples tightly, making them hard and full. "You like that don't you? You like a little pain mixed in with your fun, mmmm, don't you my little slut?" Moira pulled two pink plastic alligator type clothes pins from the laundry basket next to the bed. With a slight twist, Moira then snapped them tightly to my nipples, using them to attach a single black stocking toe to each of my hard pink nipple buds. I cried out when the teeth bit down on my red and swollen nipples, the pain was sharp and intense. Moira playfully twisted and tugged on the stockings, making sure that the clothes pins would not pop off. "These will just have to do until we get proper nipple clips for you." Each tug brought a wave of sharp, yet delicious pain that pulsed through the nipple and coursed through my body to my groin, where my cock was waiting hard with anticipation. Moira then began to slowly rub the loose ends of the stockings across the head of my cock, teasing me with the rough texture of the stockings against the smooth skin of my cock. I could feel the pre-cum rising through the shaft of my cock as Moira pulled the open end of the stockings over my shaft and balls, squeezing and kneading them with her fingers and nails. Moira saw the small globs of pearly colored fluid escape from the tip as she continued to rub me with the stockings. "Oh, this will not do!" said Moira as she captured the rising fluid using her long red finger nails as tiny spoons. She lifted the pre-cum to my lips, smearing it on them like lip gloss. Moira then kissed me deeply once more, the slightly salty tang of my loin juices mixed with the sweet taste of her mouth as her tongue parted my lips and danced with my own. Moira tugged on the stockings as we kissed sending more delicious waves of pain through my body. Moira then took the loose ends of the stockings and wound them tightly around the base of my cock. My cock rose and pointed out straight and hard, providing a constant downward pressure on my tender nipples. Moira pushed me back on the bed. "Layback, and grab the headboard with your hands spread wide, and don't let go!." Moira stepped to the nearby dresser, and pulled another pair of stocking legs from the drawer, fastening one each about my wrists, she bound my arms tightly to the headboard so that I could not roll over. Completing her task, I was soon rewarded with a mouth full of moist muff as Moira straddled me and began a slow gyrating grind over my face. "Mmmm, oh yeah! You like sucking pussy don't you, you little slut?" The black strap-on was riding back and forth across my forehead as she mounted my face. My tongue probed and searched for her clit, as I gasped for breath between her powerful strokes. Moira was riding my face hard, bucking and pulsing her thrusts, her juices dripping into my eyes and down my chin, the taste of her exciting the taste buds in my mouth as her pungent fragrance filled my nostrils. Accompanied with a long guttural moan, Moira came in a gush, her warm gooey liquid washing over me, filling me, choking me, nearly smothering me as she bore down and clamped her legs tight with ardor and rapture. The pressure about my head was released, and immediately my mouth was filled with the cool long phallus of the strap-on. "Suck it honey child, take it deep, show me how much you want it!" Moira leaned back as she thrust the dildo in and out of my waiting mouth, her long mane of hair draping over my cock bobbing up and down with her thrusts. Then in one fluid movement, she pulled the dildo from my mouth, and lay back atop me, her legs spread wide and her pink ass bud before me. "Go on slut, lick my ass!" I hesitated briefly, Sharon and I had never gone this far before. "I said lick my ass, go ahead you sissy shit, stick your tongue right on up there and give me a rim job, make it a good one too!" With a little trepidation I started to lick the valley of Moira's ass, starting at the bottom of her moist pussy, following the beads of her still flowing orgasm to the pucker of her hole. The sweet flavor of her pussy juices turned slightly bitter with the acrid taste of her shit. I hesitated briefly, Moira laid an open handed slap to my under arm. I flinched, but began to lick her once more, the taste becoming quickly less objectionable as my saliva began to lubricate the hole. Moira was moaning loudly as I forced my tongue deeper, prying her sphincter open slightly. "Oh yes, yes, yes! Fuck my ass with your tongue, my sweet little sissy slut!" Moira was bucking and rubbing her clit with one hand, grabbing me by the hair and forcing me deeply into her ass with the other. With a great spasm Moira clamped her legs together once more my mouth and tongue locked tightly against her asshole. The scents of her feminine rutting, shit and sweat threatened to overwhelm me. Moira relaxed, unclasped her legs, and allowed a rush of fresh air into my burning lungs. Moira sat up on my chest, and looked down into my eyes. "Oh my sweet, sweet sissy, no one has ever licked my asshole before. I have waited forever for the person to come along that would service me in that one way, now you are here, my sweet sissy! Moira leaned down to kiss me tenderly, and with passion. "Did Sharon give you a name my sweetness?" She whispered between kisses. "No" I responded with an involuntary shiver, "she never did." Moira pulled back, and looked down at me with those big green eyes, pondering for a moment, "I think that we will call your sissy self Felicity," with a big grin on her face she smiled down at me. "Well?" I smiled back at her, "it's perfect, thank you Moira..." Smiling down at me from her position astride my chest, Moira murmured , "Now, don't you think it's time I fill that sweet ass of yours with this beautiful strap-on Sharon left me?" Nodding in agreement, I tried to free my wrists from the headboard to roll over, but was met with a slap across the chest, and a sharp tug at the the stockings tied to my nipples. "Oh, no you don't!" Moira dismounted from my chest and stood beside me, "I want you to raise your legs over your head and hook your feet to the head board next to your wrists. I know you are limber enough to do this, and I will help you this one time time, however, I suggest that you join a yoga class before our next meeting, I want you really limber! Moira grasped my ankles, slipped the high heels from my feet, and lifted them above my head and slipping my feet between the headboard and the wall. In this position my ass was poise high in the air, in perfect position to be reamed by the glossy black dildo, now poised at the entrance of my hole. Moira stared down at me through my spread legs, grinning as she spread a glob of lubricant across my ass. "Mmmmmm, how does that feel lover?" My asshole quivered as she ran her fingers up and down the crack, spreading the gooey lubricant across the bud of my ass. Moira's finger slipped past my sphincter pushing gently into my ass, lubricating the hole for her next penetration. "Well sissy honey, you ready to take me?" Moira asked as she slipped the strap-on closer to my waiting hole. "You want me inside you, fucking you like the little girl you will never be?" The head of the dildo was poised to enter me, I could feel the round tip resting on my ass, Moira's hands gripping the backs of my thighs tightly. An air thick with anticipation hung between us. "Oh, yes Moira, fuck me, fuck me like I only could wish that Sharon would!" Moira slowly shoved the head of the dildo into my ass, pushing the sphincter open, allowing the well lubricated smooth glass phallus to slip inside. Only an inch in, she stopped and pulled out, quickly entering me once more, only deeper. Each thrust pushed a little farther in, deeper and deeper, until the entire dildo was inside, with the head brushing up against my prostate, and the leather harness slapping against my ass. "Mmmm, I like this my little slut Felicity," she said as she began to pump the dildo in and out with an ever increasing speed and depth, "I like this so much Felicity, I am going to want to fuck your hot little ass a lot, and I am going to want to bring friends with me, they are also going to want to fuck you too!" Moira reached between my legs and with one hand grasped the two stockings clipped to my nipples and cock pulling then hard as if pulling the reins of a horse. The sharp pain to my nipples was excruciating, I let forth a scream, but Moira was soon was pulling the stockings and pumping the dildo in my ass with synchronic rhythm. The leather harness slapped with each thrust, Moira began to slap the side of my ass with her free hand, riding me for all that she was worth. "Yeah!, my little bitch, I know Sharon never rode you like this!" I moaned and screamed as she thrust, pulled and slapped once more. "You love it too, I can see it in your eyes! Tell me Felicity, tell me you love this, tell me you want to be my sissy slut to use and fuck as I please!" Moira pulled up sharply on the stockings, one of the clips popped free, my cock as hard as it ever had been, straining at the stockings that were wrapped it's base. "Let me hear it Felicity, tell what I want to hear!" I stammered a response using what little breath was available to me as Moira was in her fucking frenzy. "What was that little girl, I couldn't hear you!" Moira pushed the dildo viciously into my ass and stopped, it was quiet for the moment as I caught my breath. "Yes Moira!" I croaked, my voice gathering strength, "Yes Moira, I love this, I want you to fuck me often and in different ways, bring your friends, let them fuck me, turn me into your personal whore!" Moira slipped the dildo out of my ass, and released the two stockings, she then pulled my legs from the headboard and stood above me holding the shit covered dildo inches from my face, I was afraid she was going to want me to clean it with my tongue, but she just rose and unstrapped the harness, letting it drop onto a towel next to the bed. She lay down beside me, kissing my chest and releasing my nipples from the clips, kissing and gently pulling my inflamed and swollen nipples with her lips, the flowery scent of her lipstick wafting in the breeze from the overhead fan. Moira kissed my belly button, tugged at the stockings still tied tightly around the base of my cock with her teeth, then in one smooth motion she took the whole of my cock into her mouth, her lips kissing my ball sacks at the end of her dive, leaving a red ring of lipstick around the base of my shaft. Moira expertly sucked my cock, her tongue flicking and licking my balls and shaft. Moira sensed each time I was about to cum, pulling away from me and tugging tightly on the stockings that formed a makeshift tourniquet around my shaft, effectively stopping the flow of semen. My balls ached with the need to cum as Moira looked into my eyes, then at my swollen purple cock, which she smacked lightly with the backside of her hand until the erection subsided slightly so that she could remove the stockings from the base of my cock. "Felicity, honey I know that you need to let go soon, but I am not ready yet, you are going to have to hold on just a little longer, can you do that for me?" I looked up at Moira and nodded my head just as Moira straddled my chest and poised herself above my cock, her moist pussy dripping her juices that coated the shaft like a melting ice cream bar. Moira plunged herself down on my cock, so well lubricated and engorged from her earlier excitement that I barely felt her as she slipped atop me, and began to ride my shaft with abandon. I looked up at her as she pumped herself up and down, her tiny tits glistened with sweat, her chest heaved with exertion, and her moans filled the room. I longed to reach out to her, to fondle her tits, to finger her pussy, but my hands were still tied to the bed board, and I could not. Still impaled on my shaft, Moira bent down and kissed me fiercely, our tongues mingling and dancing as she thrust herself upon me, my member once again fully hardened, and the cum rising once more. "Moira!" I moaned into her kissing mouth "I'm going to cum, and I can't hold it any longer.".. Moira sped up her tempo, but kept herself low on my cock, her cunt lips slapping repeatedly against the top of my shaft. "Give it to me!" She yelled as she began to corkscrew on my shaft, twisting and grinding my cock deeper into her pussy. "Give it all to me, I am ready now!" So was I, and with a gigantic arch of my back, and a tightening of all the muscles in my body, I let forth a spasm of cum into her that a seemed to go on forever. Spent we lay together, she atop of me, our sweat mingling on my chest. She kissed me deeply once more, and then slowly extricated herself from my cock carefully trying not to shed much of the load of sperm she was carrying in her snatch. Pulling away from my cock, I could see that her shaved cunt was filled with the white pearly froth of my cum, the lips of her labia dripped with the milky substance. "Ok lover, only one more small thing to do before I untie you, and I think you know what that is, don't you?" I stuck my tongue out waiting. "That's right clean me Felicity, suck all of this wonderful cum out of my box and swallow it all, don't let a drop escape." Moira turned around, and sat squarely on my face, the pungent mixture of my cum, her cum, sweat, lube and shit filled my nose and mouth. The salty goo from her snatch oozed from within her, threatening to gag and suffocate me if I did not start to eat the cum away. Moira impatiently began to grind herself against my mouth and nose as I started to suck down and swallow my cum. The cum had the consistency of sticky hair conditioner, it was thick, stuck to my mouth, tasted slightly salty, and was not easy to swallow in small portions. I took advantage of a shift in Moira's weight to take a much needed breath, then sucked in as much cum as I could attempting to swallow a bunch of cum all at once. The large plug of cum did indeed go down a little easier, not unlike a whole oyster, which just left me to clean up what was left with my tongue. Moira' sweeter juices began to mingle with the remainder of my seed, and I could not help but begin to suck Moira's swollen lips and delve into her, searching for her clit once more. Moira moaned, and began to grind her pussy back and forth into my face, aiding my tongue in it's mission, while she leaned forward, and took my still hard cock once more in her mouth. She sucked and I licked both of us with abandon, and much groaning and moaning. Her juices ran sweetly into my mouth as I sucked and licked her bulbous clit until she arched herself above me her orgasm complete. Then sucking and licking me with much care and devotion I soon followed her, spewing forth a lesser fountain of cum than before, but still enough to fill her mouth with the pearly fruits of my loins. Moira untied my wrists from the headboard, and we embraced one another, my second load of cum swapped freely between us as we kissed and cuddled post coitus. "Well my sissy slut Felicity" she whispered "I have never had sex like that before, but I want a lot more in the future." She pulled the disheveled and stained gown I was wearing together, fingering the softly textured fabric. "You my sweet, have spoiled me. You have let me do things that I have never thought I would do, but always wanted too. You have freed me, freed me from my inhibitions, allowed me to explore a different side of myself. Moira glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed, "You know we could do that all over again and I still would crave more.".. All told our escapades had only taken a little over an hour, which was a good thing since my children would be getting off of the bus shortly, and evidence of our debauchery needed to be hidden. A flash of yellow from the bottom of our hill caught my eye, "Moira, the school bus is here!" Moira pulled up her running shorts and adjusted her sports bra, slipping into her shoes as if nothing had transpired. Scooping up the strap-on, she handed it to me, "tidy up and I will greet the kids." I washed the sex toy and hid it in it's special place, and quickly dressed in my normal "dad" attire, walking down the steps just as the door burst open with two children flying through them all aglow from the run up the hill. "Aunt Moira!," screeched both my daughters, Petra and her sister Beth, as they came to a stop before her with a slam of the front door. Being such a good friend to my wife, and a very frequent visiter to the house, Moira had long ago achieved the status of Aunt with the girls. Beth the older of the two, and the more suspicious asked, "So Auntie Moira, why are you here, mommy's gone?" Moira gathered the girl in her arms, "well, we both know how clueless your dad is, and this house needs a woman's touch don't you think?" Beth nodded in agreement, and Moira slid me just the slightest smirk in passing. "So I thought I would stop by and help out with a few things, is that ok with you guys?" both girls nodded and ran off in different directions, dropping their backpacks to the floor as they went. Moira and I returned to the bedroom to begin again sorting through Sharon's things once more. Moira bent to tidy up the mess we so recently made of the piles on the bed, fingering a sheer blue chiffon long sleeve blouse with satin cuffs as she did so. Searching through another pile, she found a matching blue mid length skirt, and tossed the two items into a vacant spot on the bed. "It looks like we need to start a pile for donations to Felicity too!" Watching her finger the very feminine garments, knowing that she wanted me to wear them gave heart a quick jump. "Uh, Moira, just so you know, I am not a transexual or anything, dressing up just feels really good in bed, you know? Moira gave me an appraising look, picking up a slinky black dress with spaghetti straps from one of the piles. "Let me get this straight," holding the dress out to me, "You mean to tell me that if I asked you to wear this very sexy dress, complete with a wig, some make- up, sky high heels and fancy hose, you would refuse based on the notion that you might be some sort of transexual?" My heart skipped a beat as Moira tossed her head back and laughed "Honey, you may be a closet cross dresser, and you will definitely become my sissy slut, but a transexual you are not!" Moira dropped the dress onto the Felicity pile and turned linking her arms about my neck, her green eyes locked on mine. "Frankly I wouldn't want it that way Felicity," she whispered in my ear, "I like you just as you are...." giving me a quick wink, ."..after all, I can control you much better as a man with something to hide than if you were openly dressing full time as a woman!" I watched Moira continue to sort the clothes for a while, occasionally calling down to the girls to do their homework, feed the rabbit and what not. I was particularly interested in the growing Felicity pile. Moira was selecting Sharon's most feminine and reviling dresses and sportswear. I was getting hard just thinking about wearing those clothes for Moira. The sun was slanting warmly through the bedroom window when she finished her sorting. "OK, you bag these for donation" she said pointing to the three neat piles on the bed. "Hmm, and we will need to find a place to stash the Felicity items, making sure there will be room for at least several more outfits, your lingerie, and of course shoes." She looked back at the nearly empty walk in closet, "you know, you could put a set of lockable doors on one side of the closet, and I could store some of my stuff here too, that way if the girls became too inquisitive we could just tell them that all the clothes are mine and that I ran out of space at home." I thought about it for a few seconds and agreed with Moira, who volunteered to explain to the girls that she was going to store some things here since the closets were nearly empty. "It's nearly time for you to cook the girls dinner," Moira said standing up and stretching her hands above her head. "tomorrow you and I will go to the hardware store to get doors and closet organizers." Moira softly closed the door to the bedroom, and slipped her shorts off, her pussy lips forming a camel toe through the tightly pulled mesh panties. "Do you still go to the gym at work"', she asked me as she began to rub herself. "No, not really, not since I started to drive to work after Sharon died." I replied as I watched her fingers deftly parting the folds of her lips, thrusting them inside until her panties were moist with her juices. Moira looked up at me, smiling, "That's good, because there are a few things I want you do for me before we meet up tomorrow." "Firstly," Moira stopped rubbing herself, and pulled the panties down her long legs. "Felicity, I want you to wear these tonight," she handed me the panties, which were damp and slightly slippery to the touch, "I want you to think about what we shared this afternoon, I want you to smell my scent under your covers as you sleep, and I want you to feel the panties that I was wearing against your straining cock." Moira reached down to pat the bulge in my pants, giving my balls a short little squeeze. Taking my hand in hers she guided my fingers downwards, "feel my smooth pussy, my smooth hairless legs, and my tight little ass. Felicity, I want you just as smooth when you pick me up tomorrow morning." Moira reached for my waistband, pulling my pants down with one practiced motion, freeing my cock to shrink in the cool air of the bedroom. "Let me see those panties on you before I leave, then go cook dinner for your darling daughters." Pulling Moira's panties on, my cock immediately grew to full extension once more as the moist mesh rubbed against my sensitive cock head and filled the crack of my ass. I pulled my pants up over the panties, and followed Moira down the stairs to the front door. With a quick wave to the girls watching TV in the downstairs living room, Moira stepped through the door, "Pick me up at 8:30, after the girls leave for school, and mind my instructions for the evening," and with a click of the door she was gone. Sometime during the night, my cell phone rang, waking me from a deep sleep, it was Moira, she sounded a bit on the hammered side. "Felicity baby..., what are you wearing?" It sounded like she was in a crowded bar. "Are you smooth, like I asked you to be?" Moira's suddenly husky voice whispered into the receiver, "are you wearing your panties like a good girl?" Still groggy from being awakened from a deep sleep, I answered, " yes, Moira, I have them on." From the headset next to my ear Moira's provocative voice said, "Prove it Felicity, text me a photo of your lovely privates." On hearing this, I was at once focused on the sensual feel of the sheets wrapped around my freshly shaved legs and my barely constrained cock and balls in held captive in the G-string panties Moira gave me to wear earlier in the day. "Felicity, I am hanging up now, I expect you to send me that photo within a minute or so....." The line went dead, and there was a profound silence in the room. Lifting the covers to expose myself to the cool night air of the bedroom, I glanced at the swelling mass rising inside the the black mesh panties. As I sat wondering what this was all about, the phone rang again, "get a move on love, I want to see those panties now!" I took the phone and turned on the camera, pointing the tiny lens at my groin, I tripped the shutter, momentarily blinding myself as the flash went off in the darkened room. The text with the photo to Moira sent, I lay back down in my bed, wondering again where this was going. I didn't have long to wait, my phone chimed that a text had arrived. I opened the message to find a photo of Moira, dressed in a slinky black dress, hiked up to her waist. Moira was wearing garters and black shimmer hose, which framed her smooth and naked pussy lips nicely. The phone rang again, "Very nice Felicity, I am so glad to see that my calls have you properly excited." Moira was interrupted by a peal of laughter in the background followed by the clinking of several glasses. "Oh, Jack and I are at one of our club's unique private parties." Moira gave a small laugh, "just Imagine a group of a hundred or so randy couples renting out an entire local motel and bar and hosting a no holds bared fuck fest, a real honest to god orgy! I really wish you were here Felicity, with me and the girls. Jack is off god knows where fucking some fat broad dressed in blue spandex that I have never seen before, she squeals like a pig! I just can't see why he gravitates to that kind of woman, than again I don't think he would understand how I feel about you either." The bulge of my cock was screaming to be released as I imagined what that party was like, I too wanted to be with Moira, and I told her so. "Felicity, I am so glad!, next time for sure... Oh, one of the girls wants me to go to the restroom with her, text you later, bye..." With that she was gone, and I sat in my bed wondering just what Moira was doing (or who/how) and fantasizing as to what went on at a party like that. My overactive imagination, providing me with a more provocative picture than reality I was sure. Moira once again proved me wrong. My phone's text alert chimed again, and displayed on the tiny screen was a photo of Moira, her dress removed, standing on a toilet, squatting above a young woman dressed only in a blue satin push-up bra who's head was resting on the toilet's white rim. Moira was pissing into the smiling girls face. The phone chimed again and the next photo was of Moira sitting on the toilet, her back leaning against the tank, her silky legs spread above her in an open "V" her spiky high heels resting on the sides of the stall door. Between her legs, the woman who she was pissing on in the last photo was eating her out, licking Moira clean, I was suddenly very jealous! Unconsciously, I began rubbing myself through panties Moira had given my this afternoon, staring at the photos on my phone. How would it feel to have Moira's hot piss cascading down my body in rivulets, flowing around my balls, down the crack of my ass, following the seams of my stockings down into the arches of my high heel shoes filling the toes with her warm yellow goodness. How would it taste to clean her snatch with the saltiness of piss mingling with her other sweet juices as I brought her to climax. I decided that it would taste just wonderful! Without warning, in mid revelry, just as I was about to explode, filling the panties with cum, the phone rang beside me. A little Breathlessly Moira asked, "did you enjoy the photos Felicity?" "Oh god yes!," I replied, with my heart racing my dick in my hand, moist with sweat and tiny pearls of pre-cum. "Moira, I am so jealous of that woman!" I could hear Moira snickering on the other end of the line. "Well Janet is a bit of a piss bitch, but she does give just as good as she gets, you will like her. Oh, and she wants to give you a very thorough rim job, just to prep you for my strap-on of course!." I gave a little moan at the thought of Janet's tongue in my ass, licking the hole, beginning the process of lubing it to receive a fucking with Moira's strap-on. "Ah, that excites you does it?" Moira said as she hung up the phone, ."..the nights still young." With my hands hovering over the moist mesh of Moira's panties, I found myself in a quandary. I was so hard, and so close to climax, a mere brush or two across my fabric encased cock would do the trick, but did I really want to cum? Not just yet I decided, hoping that Moira would have more to share with me... In no time after reaching my decision, the next text came. "I hope you haven't cum yet love..." She must be a mind reader I thought as I texted her back, "not yet, but close waiting for your next move...." The next move proved to be another photo. This one was of Janet, she was resting with her stomach across a low stool, facing a blank wall with a hole in it. Her long legs not visible in the other photos Moira had sent were encased in blue opaque shimmer stockings, her feet firmly planted on the ground beside the legs of the stool, exposing her naked ass high in the air. The next photo was a close up of a huge pulsing cock being shoved through the hole in the wall, inches from Janet's waiting lips. Several photos were texted in rapid succession of Janet taking the giant shaft in her mouth, covering it with a ring of freshly applied lipstick, then deep throating the mass to the point she was imprinting the hairless balls with her lipstick too. The next photo however was more telling, it was of Moira wearing a leather harness, with a large blue phallus attached, her fingers rubbing lube into Janet's quivering asshole. Then a quick photo of Janet's face, her eyes bugging out as Moira began to push the dildo into her ass, her mouth effectively gagged with the monster cock, so she could not cry out. I could imagine in my minds eye the scene. Moira pushing into Janet, who in turn pushed against the cock, then backwards pulling Janet from the cock, then forward once more, then back... I guess that in this way Moira was fucking them both, Janet and the anonymous owner of the meaty cock. The next photo was to be expected, it was of Janet's cum covered lips and partially open mouth filled with the pearly essence ejaculated from the head cock as it bucked and reared in release. Moira could be also be seen in the background with her strap-on still plugged into Janet's ass. Moira texted me "This could be you love..." just before she sent me the next photo of her and Janet exchanging a very wet kiss, with long ropy strands of the still fresh cum stretched between two brightly painted pairs of red lips as they swapped the salty thickness between them with their tongues. I stared at that photo for quite a while, then flipped back through the series over and over again until it formed a smoothly flowing movie across my minds eye, the blanks being filled in by my now over stimulated imagination. I lay back on my soft bed, my head nestled in the deep pillows, exhausted as if I had been a participant instead of just an invited voyeur. In desperate need of release, I waited in anticipation for Moira's next text, and I waited, and I waited a bit longer, slowly drifting back towards sleep, as my cock began to wither inside the mesh cocoon. The phone rang just as sleep approached, and the flickering tendrils to a very provocative dream began to slip across my subconscious mind. "Felicity" Moira's now very slurred voice beckoned, "not asleep yet are we? Sorry it took so long to ring you back, it was my turn at the wall. Five cocks, all of them full of yummy cum, and I thought of your panty covered cock each time I went down on one, and each time I swallowed their lovely cum. Yep, your Moira's a cum slut, just like Janet, oh, you are going to like Janet... Moira abruptly hung up the phone and two text photos followed. The first one of Moira, her face a mess, lipstick smeared, eye make up running, her bangs and face soaked with sweat and globs of sticky cum, and a smile that would light the sky, there was not doubt that she was having loads (pun intended) of fun. The second was of Janet, her face in similar condition poised at the entrance to Moira's snatch which was brimming with the pearly white excess of many cocks that had made a deposit there while she was poised at the wall. No doubt about what she was about to do. My cock was once again straining at the mesh panties, pre-cum flowing unbidden into the fabric. Moira texted me "show me your cock...." I took a picture of my firmly rigid pole straining against see through mesh, pre-cum glistening in the hard light of the flash. The text back was immediate "jack off in the panties, I want to see you cum..." reaching down I cupped my balls lightly, with one hand, ran the other over my throbbing head, now red from prolonged contact with the rough mesh of the panties. It felt so good, as I slipped the hand inside the panties and grabbed the shaft giving it a few tentative strokes, I knew this was not going to be a prolonged affair. My other hand shifted from my balls to my ass, toying with the sphincter as a continued to stroke my cock lightly. From the base of my cock through my body I could feel the cum rising, my ass tingled as I pushed down, preparing myself for the climax that was sure to be a good one. What normally would have been a spurting volcano of cum was reduced to a flowing mass caught by the fabric of the panties, and spilling onto my hand and filling the basin formed by my balls, and the stretched material against them. Fumbling with the phone with the hand that had been playing with my ass, I took a photo of the drenched panties that now resembled a black tent with a white jellyfish resting atop, and sent it to Moira. "Oh, lovely, now take the panties off and clean them with your tongue, I want photos, " texted Moira back. I slipped the panties over my smooth legs trying not to spill the cum onto the sheets, then lifted them to my lips. I had tasted my cum many times before, both with my late wife Sharon, and as recently as this afternoon, when I cleaned Moira's pussy after fucking her, but now it felt different. I extended my tongue forward scooping a glob from the panty onto the tip of my tongue, letting it trail away in a strand as I pulled back to take a photo with my free hand for Moira. "That's sweet honey," texted Moira, "but too timid, I want you to turn the panty inside out, and stick the whole panty inside your mouth, gag yourself! I did as Moira asked, noticing that the cum was becoming more sticky as it began to dry, and hastened to file my mouth with the gooey, damp and slightly acrid smelling (this was the third cum dump into them of the day after all...) panties. I took another photo for Moira, but I hesitated sending it for a moment while looking at it. I saw myself in such a vulnerable situation, obviously gagged, my lips glossed with the cloying residue of my lust, yet deep down I knew I wanted more, I sent the photo to Moira. The phone rang and I answered as best I could with a mouth full of cum soaked panties. "Mmmmmm, I wish that was my pussy that was causing you to mumble so sweetly" said Moira just before a sharp intake of breath then a long gasp came from the phone, "oh yes, Janet love' " Moira moaned deeply "right there' oh god, oh god, oh god.......!." The line went dead... That was the last I heard from Moira that evening. I removed the mostly cum free panties from my mouth, and padded into the bathroom to wash them out in the sink. Not wanting to wear wet panties to bed, I hung Moira's up to dry and pulled on a pair of Sharon's panties from the Felicity pile on the floor. Snuggling into bed I flipped through the photos Moira had sent me this evening once more, rubbing the rising mass in my crotch. "Stop it" I said to myself, before erasing the images from the phone.