Fantasy Overload
Old Barabus
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Part 5
It has been quiet for the last three days. Liz has been in and out finishing the paper work with Dave and Bob. Samantha and I had been going over her floor plans for the remodeling of the rec room. I wanted to get things back to normal, or what I thought were normal and as of yet I had not asked Samantha for the rest of the story. I did ask Dave to check and see what could be done to get everyone's OK to view the tape that had brought Samantha off of her guard tower. He said that anything was possible but would take some time. A lot of people were still jumpy with what Ted had done and several had pulled back from the group for the moment. He had found out that there were only two couples who had not been to the unit out of all of their members and those two had been out of town or they would have been there also.
When Samantha left Thursday morning to get her hair done, I asked Liz, "How are you coming along putting the film together? "
She said, "It should be done this evening."
I asked her how she was doing since she was in and out so much lately that I had not had much of a chance to talk to her. She said she was doing well with most of it but had found she missed having a warm body to snuggle to when she slept at night. I told her I could understand that. I told her I had to run out for a bit, and asked her to tell Samantha I would be back by dinner time, that if she needed me to call my cell.
I had been doing a lot of leg work looking for a track system that would handle the weight of the exam table, letting it move freely and lock in place when needed. Twice I thought I had found what was needed, only to find it didn't allow the piece to be locked in place. I had a new lead on a product that had just been released and from what I gathered did exactly what I needed. The only draw back was I had to go almost into the next state to see how it worked and place an order. When I arrived at my destination and walked into the showroom I sensed something was up by the looks I got when I entered.
I walked up to the receptionist window and told her I was there to talk to their new-products sales person about their new track system. She was blushing so bad that not only were her ears red but she was beet-red clear down to where her cleavage disappeared inside her dress. I asked if she was OK as she buzzed the sales rep's extension. She said she was OK, it was just a hot flash, then she told whoever was on the line that someone was there to see one of the new products. She asked me to have a seat; someone would be right out. I was getting nervous as she kept glancing at me and fidgeting. Someone came out their personnel door then ducked back in so quickly I didn't see who it was and I was getting ready to say the heck with it and look elsewhere.
As I was getting up to leave the door opened again revealing a young man and woman who seemed both surprised and pleased to see me. I was beginning to wonder if I had ever met either of them before as they acted like they knew me.
The young women introduced herself as Julia and the young man as Mark, and said they were the team in charge of the new track system they had developed. I asked if they had a display set up showing how their new track system worked so I could see if it was what I needed. They both stammered that they did but it was in their R&D department and was not open for visitors to see.
I asked them why they had offered it to contractors without pamphlets and told them that I had heard through the grapevine about their product, and that I had had to come here to place an order, as their packaging did not offer any means of contact. It was presented for commercial use only. They said they could show me the spec sheet and probably answer any questions I had.
I told them that I needed to see it to be sure it would do what I needed before placing an order. When they asked me about the application, I explained that I had a heavy metal cabinet that I wanted to be able to move for cleaning. That it was not on wheels, but with the weight involved I wanted to control its travel and be able to lock it in place. I wanted it recessed into the floor so tripping over it was not going to be a problem, at the same time not have to worry about dirt or items falling into it and jamming it up.
Julia said that the new product line did meet all of those requirements and showed me in the spec sheet what the load bearing capabilities were. It did indeed seem to be what I wanted but I still wanted to see it and look at it closely to see what would be involved in the installation. When I told them that I still wanted to see it they said they would be right back.
I walked over to their lobby windows and watched the traffic go by, wondering just what was going on here. Julia came back with an older gentleman who she introduced as Henry, the Vice-President of the company. They asked me to please follow them.
Henry asked me more questions about my requirements for a track system. I said it was of a personal nature and he said that he suspected as much. Henry looked at Julia, saying it was her brainchild and that under the circumstances she was to show me what I needed to see.
Julia was taken aback by Henry's words but said she would take care of it. I thanked Henry for his time. He thanked me for stopping by and if I had any questions when I was done to please let him know. As I followed Julia to the R&D department I was having little nagging thoughts, that for some odd reason they knew exactly what I wanted.
Julia said that they had a project that they had been working on to develop a heavy track system. It was still set up and operational and that I would without a doubt, see for myself, that it filled my needs perfectly. It could withstand heavy motion, at the same time not limit free movement when needed.
As she opened the door and motioned for me to go in first I was having second thoughts. Not sure why I did it but I stuck my head around the door, looking inside the room. I didn't see anything and pulled back and looked at Julia, saying I didn't see anything. She laughed and said to follow her as she walked into the room. Julia asked me why I was so jumpy. I explained that while it might be nothing, I had gotten the impression that Mark, Henry, the receptionist, as well as herself had all known me when I walked in.
Julia said that while I was familiar to them, none of them knew me. I was getting that sinking feeling again and was beginning to get upset. She asked me to please relax; she would explain everything as we went along. She hit a button on the wall and a rollup door opened, revealing an exam table just like the one I had installed on a track system. She asked me to look at it closely while she made a call. I walked over to the exam table looking closely to see just how it was attached to the track system. As I looked around the table and at the walls where the design was explained and how it worked, I was both impressed and pissed. It was indeed everything I needed.
Julia said she had someone on the phone that wanted to talk to me. I asked Julia what was going on and she said the person on the phone would explain everything to me. I took the phone and said hello. Low and behold Liz was on the line. I asked Liz if she had any more surprises for me. She said she did but that they could wait. She asked me why I had not told her I was coming out here, as she would have liked to see her sister. Without thinking I asked her who her sister was and Julia jabbed me in the ribs. When I turned to look at Julia, I was looking at a younger version of Liz and I could hear Liz laughing in the phone. Julia asked for the phone back so she could talk to her sister.
Dumbfounded I stood there looking at Julia as she talked to Liz, now it all made sense. I went over and sat on the table waiting for Julia to get done talking to Liz. When she finished talking and hung up she walked over and asked me if I had any questions about the track system. All I could think to ask was what the wear cycle was. She said that it had been in heavy trials 24/7 for three months and had not shown any wear yet. She asked me if I wanted to see a demonstration and I looked at her and said not at this time. She said that Liz had instructed her to fill my order and anything else I might need while there. I gave her the list of what I needed and how I was going to install it. She asked me if I was sure I didn't want anything else and I told her that the list I had given her was everything. She faxed the list with instructions for them to call her office when the order was ready.
As we walked to her office she told me that Liz had said the movie was finished and awaiting my return home, and that she felt it was everything I had wanted on it. Now I was uneasy and getting excited at the same time. She asked me if I was really going to view it the first time by myself. Why I was getting all that attention was beyond me. I was not after a quickie or an affair; it made me nervous. I told her that I felt it was a personal matter and I did not know her well enough to discuss it. She said that was OK, she would find out later and save me from being bashful. We talked about Liz and what she might have planned for the future until she got the call--my order was ready. When I went to pay for my order Henry came out and told me it was free of charge. I asked him why and he said that the orders were pouring in for the tracking system and that they were glad they had received the call to make it. I thanked Julia, Mark and Henry for their help. Now to make it back home while thinking about the tape.
I made it home only to find the house empty, my dinner in the oven, and a note saying Liz and Samantha were at her place with some buyers. They would be a while since all three couples who had placed bids were there at the same time. I grabbed my dinner and a cold beer and headed for the rec room where Liz had said the tape would be.
There were two notes sitting on top of the tape. One note was from Samantha and the other from Liz. I read the note from Liz first. It stated that she had fuzzed out faces and sometimes, entire bodies to protect the identity of different people in some spots. That reminded me of the express mail package. If it was of our last night in the unit, I wanted it.
The note from Samantha asked me to remember what we discussed and that she loved me very much and hoped that the tape was really what I wanted to see.
I placed the tape in the VCR and stopped to reconsider watching it alone. I knew Samantha would prefer to watch it with me but I wanted to watch her, try to see what she was seeing and understand what it was that was really getting her juices flowing. If she was here she would be all over me and I would miss a lot of what was on the tape.
For better or worse I was going to watch it alone and hope for the best. It was just like Samantha had said the first time she went to watch. She was clothed in jeans and a light sweater. I could hear Liz saying to someone that Samantha had been good enough to let them use the unit in exchange for letting her watch what was going on. She was not to be touched or talked to.
Liz had kept an eye on Samantha the whole time. Only at the end did she join in with what was going on. The look on my wife's face gave away the excitement she was feeling. She even went so far as to rub her crotch against the arm of the love seat. I noticed she stayed way back from the naked bodies, but would bend this way and that to get a better view of what was going on. I could see beads of sweat on her forehead and her hair was sticking to her neck. When she put it in a ponytail, I could see her nipples pressing against her sweater without a problem. As everyone finished and began talking while they were dressing Samantha went over to the fridge and got a wine cooler rolling it across her forehead and cheeks.
Liz walked up and asked Samantha what she thought of her first live viewing. She was looking at Liz like she wanted and needed more. She told Liz that she was going to have to wear something so she could relieve how horny she was or she might do something stupid. I heard a woman's voice say that she should have stripped down and went for it. Nobody there would have minded seeing her taking care of herself. Liz said that maybe she should wear her bikini next time, as I would probably not mind that.
I could see how excited she was and in one sense I felt sorry for her. When my wife got as excited as she was, she had a hard time holding back. Pausing the tape I thought so far so good, and got up to get another beer and to take my tray back to the kitchen. While I was there I looked out the window at Liz's house, all the lights were on and I could see people moving room to room. OK back to the movie.
The next scene showed Samantha in her peach bikini with a light wraparound sitting in a lifeguard's chair. A whistle was resting between her breasts. She was watching whatever was going on below her intently when all of a sudden she blew her whistle and told someone to stop hogging her view. I could hear laughing in the background when she did it and a man told her she could have his view, anytime. I heard Liz remind whoever it was to remain a gentleman or leave. He said he was sorry but he was having problems doing his part while she sat there and not joining in. Liz said that was part of the excitement. Whatever was going on during the conversation, Samantha was watching very closely, and I watched her hand slid across her breasts, circling first one and then the other nipple. It was then that I saw her other hand was under the wraparound moving around her pussy. She was actually playing with herself, sitting above these people. The camera zoomed in on her face as she closed her eyes, rolling her head back, her mouth open and gasping. It was a very intense look on her face as her orgasm peeked. Whatever she had been watching had been good for her. As she came to her senses and looked out at the room again I heard them clapping and hooting at her. It looked like she was blushing but smiled and climbed down.
Liz could be heard telling her that she had looked good up there, and that she was coming along well, as far as holding her own. She asked my wife how she felt about it now. I heard Samantha say that she had an idea that might help her control herself more. Liz laughed and said it was time to head home.
I was beginning to feel tired but revved up too. I decided to take a shower real quick before I watched any more. I ejected the tape and headed upstairs so that when I was done showering I could watch it in bed or maybe on the courtesan loveseat we used off and on. I was thinking about Samantha and how she was losing her inhibitions while watching these live shows.
As I was toweling off, I thought I had heard the girls talking downstairs, but when I called down nobody answered. When I got my satin PJ shorts and housecoat on I went downstairs to see if they were home. Finding nobody downstairs and things still going full tilt at Liz's I shut most of the lights off and headed back upstairs to finish watching my movie.
I decided the loveseat would be better just in case I needed to pull Willie out and take the edge off. No sense in taking a chance of messing the bed up in case I over shot the towel. When I went to put the tape in, it wasn't where I had set it down. Just for the hell of it I checked the VCR and it was in there. I didn't remember putting it in but I had been groggy before my shower. Oh well, I walked over, plopped on the loveseat and hit play. Now I knew I had not rewound the tape any, and it was not where I had shut it off. Hmmm, I had someone checking up on me. I ejected the tape and took it with me as I slipped through the house to see which one of the girls was here. After checking all the rooms I went back to the kitchen for another beer. There was a note on the fridge door from Liz saying that they had restocked the patio fridge with wine coolers and beer and would be back by 9:30. It was 8:45 so I figured I had forty-five minutes to watch some more of the tape before they would be back.
When I started the movie again I had to fast forward probably five minutes of tape to get where I had stopped it. I was wondering who it was that had checked on me when I heard Liz on the take asking Samantha what was in the bag? She told Liz she would just have to wait and see. She climbed up into her chair and propped one leg up over the armrest and told everyone she was ready to watch.
This time she had her baby blue G-string bikini on and no wrap. She never really wore it too much that I knew of. It looked like my wife was getting into teasing, exposing herself more than I had ever seen her do even when we were in Jamaica a couple of years ago.
I could see her getting that look again and sure enough she started rubbing her breasts. Her nipples were stiffening and poking out nicely when someone asked her if she would show them off as she played. She just smiled and slowly lowered one cup of her top, exposing first one and then the other nipple, licking her fingers and running them over each nipple in turn. Damn she was hot; I could see the crotch of her bottoms getting a nice wet-spot.
A couple of minutes later, I watched her open her toy bag and pull out some lube and something I had not seen before. It looked like it might be made of silicone since it was a swirl of black and red. It was one of the newer style dildos, one side smaller than the other and offset. She lubed up one end and moved her bikini bottom over, closed her eyes and slowly slid it in and out of her pussy. It was only a couple of minutes before she was moaning, coming, slipping it in and out a little faster, working herself into a frenzy.
As She came and continued to work the dildo in and out of her pussy, I could hear the squishing noises. When she was done she opened her eyes and looked around below her and asked why everyone was watching her and not doing their own thing. She pushed the end of the dildo that was in her pussy in up to the flanged area then placed her legs together. It looked like she had grown a seven-inch red and black cock. She smiled and slowly started jacking off the dildo sticking out between her legs. I heard Liz tell her that she better stop because she had nowhere to put it.
Samantha said for now, but maybe some day she might, and wanted to practice. A guy said something about his standing invitation and Samantha said something back but all I heard was Liz raising her voice over both telling them that it was not going to happen. Liz appeared out of nowhere, standing next to the chair telling Samantha that the deal was to watch and not get involved. She told Samantha that if she could not do it she would not be invited anymore. My wife's face had a shocked look and she started saying how sorry she was and it would not happen again. She told my wife that she took her promises seriously and if she thought there was a problem she would fix it.
The guy who had been talking started on Liz for being a spoilsport and I heard Dave say he would take care of it. I had been wondering if I would hear Bob or Dave's voice on the tape. They had both said they were there at least once. I could hear but not see Dave telling this guy that they had been invited as guests and if he forgot his manners as a guest he would be removed and restricted from any more of the group's festivities. He knew the rules the group went by so he had no excuses. Whoever this guy was, he was a problem in the making; I could see it myself.
Now this was a new twist I hadn't heard anything about. I shut the tape off and pondered what I had just heard. It would seem that something had been overlooked or possibly forgotten about. I wanted so bad to believe what Samantha said. My wife had become a major voyeur, an exhibitionist, and so it would seem losing her self-control. I needed to call Dave and see if he would tell me more about this problem character.
I popped the tape out and headed for my den. I wanted this tape put away where it would be safe till I could finish viewing it. I had a safe put in the floor last year to keep documents in till I could get either to the lawyers or the safe deposit box at the bank. The combination was in my safe deposit box, which Samantha would gain access to when I died. I had several life insurance policies, etc. that Samantha did not know about. She had a thing about "facing death" and I wanted to make sure she was taken care of. So to avoid the fight, I had it done without her knowing, or so I thought anyway. Now I wasn't sure of much of anything.
The girls walked in laughing as I walked out of the den. I asked them how the bidding had gone. Liz said that Dave's wife was upset with him over not taking better care of her the night she kicked Ted out. That way Liz would have accepted her offer on the house and it would have been a done deal by now. It was shocking to me that things like this actually happened and that it was no big deal to those involved. I guess some might say they were a bunch of free spirits, but to me they were bordering on eccentric.
Liz asked me if the tape was satisfactory, and I told her that I had not finished viewing it yet, and that I had a couple of questions for them. Samantha said she would answer them for me tonight and Liz said I could ask her any questions I still had in the morning when she got back.
I told Liz that would be fine and that I would be looking forward to our talk. I asked Samantha if she was ready now or if she wanted to get a shower first. She said she wanted to talk to Liz for a minute but would be right up to shower.
After waiting twenty minutes for Samantha to come upstairs, I was beginning to reconsider watching the rest of the tape with her. I'm not sure what was going on, but I think it might have been a mistake giving her free reign to finish this fiasco. Starting first thing in the morning I was going to take an interest in everything that was going on, including my wife's activities.
I decided I needed to find out more of what was going on and went looking for the girls. I didn't want a confrontation; I just wanted answers. I ended up finding Liz in the guestroom, packing an overnight bag. I asked her to fill me in tomorrow on how things were going.
She asked me what Samantha had said about her movie. I said that we had not talked yet and that was mainly the reason I was there. She was shocked that Samantha hadn't told me anything yet. I said I was going to watch the second half with her but she hadn't come upstairs yet, and that after twenty minutes I had come looking for her. Maybe a half an hour now, as I had looked around the house before coming to Liz's room. I asked Liz if she knew what was going on with Samantha.
Liz said that she had seemed to be upset with something but that she figured that it was just us working things out. I said that as far as I knew there was nothing to work out, as Samantha had basically told me everything and I had said that if that was all she did, I could live with it. Liz said that I needed to talk to my wife soon. When I asked her why she said that if Samantha had not talked to me when she got back, the three of us would sit down and talk till all the questions had been answered. I said that would be fine, as I would be home all day tomorrow. I thanked her for making the tape and she said it again, that I had to talk to my wife tonight.
What Liz said was making me nervous, and where was Samantha. I locked the door behind Liz as she left and went in search of my wife. I looked in all the rooms downstairs and she was no place to be found. I grabbed the tape from the safe and headed upstairs. I heard the shower shut off and went into the bathroom, what I saw was not what I thought I would find.
Some woman with short blond hair and a small red rose tattooed on both of her ass cheeks was bent over toweling her legs off. Just as I was asking who in the hell she was, she turned around, looked me in the eye and asked me if I liked the new her. I was shocked, dumfounded, and speechless. I just stood there staring at her. Samantha said that in the twelve years we had been married, she had never seen me look so shocked.
Cutting her hair was a big item, but going from dark red to blonde... I asked her if that was permanent and Samantha asked me what I thought of them. I was still confused and asked her why she felt she needed to make such a big change in how she looked. I told her that I had always loved her long hair, how silky it felt when she was on top. I gave her a big hug and kissed her neck, as I told her I loved her very much, no matter what.
I changed the subject by asking her to watch the second half of the tape with me. I felt it was only fair to her if she did. She asked me if I was sure that was what I wanted and I told her I thought it best this way. I gave her another kiss and said I would be right back with some wine coolers and asked her to meet me on the loveseat. I think I saw the beginning of tears in her eyes and I told her everything was OK, I would be right back.
I rushed downstairs and grabbed a six-pack and a cold Gel-Pac to keep them cold. She was sitting on the end of the bed holding the remote. She looked at me and the tears started to run. I sat down next to her and asked her what was the matter, I told her again that I loved her very much and that would not change.
She said that she had wanted to watch the movie with me but she wanted me to keep an open mind. I said that wasn't going to be a problem. From what I had seen so far she was really getting into being a voyeur and an exhibitionist. I offered her my hand to help her up and walked over to the love seat and started the tape.
As the tape rolled on I asked Samantha about the time she had gotten down from the chair. Her reply was that it should be on the tape somewhere. I put my arm around her as we drank our wine coolers and watched and listened.
This segment of the film showed her wearing a lime green g-string bikini. The top barely covered her nipples it was so small. I asked her when she had bought it and she said that same day because she had already worn all the ones she had. I asked her when she had bought the double-ended silicone toy and she said that one she had borrowed from Liz.
As things got rolling on the tape she started running her fingers up and down my shaft giving me a major hard-on. I asked her to be good so if I had any questions I would be able to ask instead of jumping on her. She said that was fine by her because she had been hoping for some good ol' fashion bone-jumping sex. I told her we would but I wanted to see her get off on the tape first. She said OK
I lifted my ass up so she could move my PJ's out of the way. I was going to say something of the same to her when she paused the tape, stood up, and dropped her nightgown to the floor. Then she squatted down to my feet, grabbed the legs of my PJ's and yanked them off, saying that was better. I told her she looked fantastic and to get back up here so we could continue watching where we left off.
She slid back up and rested her head in my lap, lying on the bottom of the chair. She hit play and started breathing heavily on my cock. I said that was not fair and she told me to watch the movie or it would get more unfair.
I was now watching my wife fingering her pussy with one hand while pinching and pulling on her nipple. The camera zoomed in showing her eyes glossed, her mouth slightly open, and her chest was heaving. Whatever was going on below her, she was having a hard time seeing because she was leaning one way, then the other. She was getting frustrated but didn't slow down working on her nipple or pussy. Then all of a sudden she stopped and started down the ladder. I could hear Liz telling her to get back up on her seat. Whatever it was that she had not been able to see, she now could by the expression on her face. Then Liz was there turning her around and pushing her back to the chair. As Samantha grabbed a hold of the chair and pulled it about two feet closer, Liz smacked her ass and said to get moving. Samantha was up in the chair in no time flat. She spun around and her eyes widened at whatever it was she was seeing. She latched a hold of a nipple and started pulling and twisting it. The camera shot pulled back a little showing her hand stuffed in her pussy. I thought sure as shit her whole hand was in there but the camera zoomed in and it was only two, then three fingers.
Damn, I nearly jumped off the chair as Samantha suddenly sucked my cock into her mouth. When I had moved I had jammed what she did not have in her mouth in. She was bobbing on my cock like crazy. I started to say something and she pulled her mouth off my cock and said don't, just watch, and then she engulfed me yet again. How in the hell was I supposed to watch when I was getting the best suck job of my life!
When I looked up she had four fingers working in and out of her pussy at once and her other hand had moved from her nipple to her clit rubbing furiously. As I was thinking damn this is hot stuff she closed her hand, aligning all her fingers and thumb into beak-like form and was trying to get it all inside her pussy. I was getting close to blowing my load and told Samantha so. She started working that sweet spot just below my nuts and sucking harder on me. Damn this was hot! As she started babbling and tossing her head back and forth on the chair she let out a scream--she was coming--and I blew what must have been the mother of all loads into my wife's mouth. I had to hold her head from bobbing on me because I could not handle it any more. I could feel drool and cum running down on my nuts and into the crack of my ass as she pulled her head off of my cock.
When I looked back at the screen Samantha was barely in the seat and was beginning to slide off when Liz and someone else grabbed her and carefully laid her on the couch. Liz had fuzzed out the face of the guy but I could tell he was a fairly good size guy.
I paused the tape and asked Samantha what was so exciting that she had lost it like that. She said she would tell me as I ate her pussy. She swung her legs up on top of the love seat, placing one on each side of my head, then she slid down until her pussy was up against my mouth and said please, she needed it. I started licking and sucking on her pussy while rubbing her nipples between my thumb and finger. She said that there was a guy with a strange looking dick in the group. He had a standing invitation to only the women. Any woman who wanted to be fucked by him had to fuck him with a strap on first. He wasn't gay, but felt that any woman desperate enough to do it was worth him fucking her in return, in the hole he chose to fuck them in first time. His cock looked something like a sugar cone. The tip was about an inch and a half in diameter but at the base it was almost three inches in diameter, and it was about eight inches long. Samantha had watched this guy fuck a woman hard for ten minutes before coming what looked like a half a cup.
She sucked my cock back into her mouth, bobbing away and rubbing her cunt in my face. I sucked her clit into my mouth twirling it with my tongue the best I could as I tried to work a finger into her ass. I had to forget working on her nipple and try to hold her steady so I could breathe. She must have gotten tired because she was now deep-throating me and not bobbing up and down like she had, or maybe too much blood had gone to her head.
I lifted her up a little and slid out from under her, then picked her up and laid her on the end of the bed. She was in a dazed state but moaning that she needed me to fuck her hard. I lifted her legs, placing her ankles on my shoulders and drove my cock hard and fast into her sopping pussy. I don't remember her ever leaking this much cum out of her pussy. It was making slurping sounds; the more I fucked her the louder her cunt got on the outward strokes.
She started moaning and tossing her head, telling me to stuff my cock in her ass, to make her cum hard. When I pulled it out of her pussy and went to stuff it in her ass, she started thrusting her ass against my cock. I didn't want to just shove it in and possibly tear her, but on her third upward thrust she got the head in and things went nuts from there. She bent towards me and grabbed my hips pulling me toward her and thrust her hips up at the same time driving my cock to the hilt in her ass. She was like a mad woman thrusting her ass onto my cock. I didn't see any blood so I went along for the ride, driving down as she thrust up. I hoped like hell as I pounded her ass that she would be OK in the morning. She told me to cum in her ass, to shoot my hot load of cum in her ass, that when she felt my hot load shooting into her ass she would cum for me.
Hurray, faster, faster, harder, jam it in her ass and come for her. It felt like my heart was ready to jump out of my chest as I told her I was coming in her tight ass. That I was going to fill her ass with my cum. She clenched her asshole, squeezing my cock at the same time savagely thrusting her ass onto it.
As I gave a final thrust she dropped her legs off my shoulders, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulled me as far into her as she could, saying she could feel my hot cum splashing in her ass.
I was gasping for air and so was she. When I asked her if she was OK she asked me to play with her clit just the way we were for a couple of minutes--she could feel a big cum right at the edge and wanted it. She was squeezing my cock with her muscles as I rubbed her clit with one hand and twisted a nipple with the other. I started twitching my cock in her ass like I was shooting some more cum in her as she strained against me, coming. Then she passed out.
I stood there working hard to catch my breath, my knees braced against the bed, thinking, damn she was one hot piece of ass. I was finally able to pull out and away from her, going into the bathroom and ran a warm bath for her. She was sound asleep curled up on the bed when I went back in.
I lifted her up and carried her into the bathroom and gently laid her in the water, crawling in behind her, letting her rest against my chest. I soaped up a wash cloth and started washing her shoulders and neck, working my way down to her breasts and stomach. I was rubbing her soap-covered breast softly, not centering my attention on her nipples just the whole breast.
She asked me what I thought of what she had said and done while we were making love. I told her that she was a very loving and giving woman. That I had enjoyed what we had done and that I was looking forward to doing new things with her. I thought she was the hottest woman I had ever seen on tape.
I asked her to turn around so I could wash her feet and legs and let her bottom soak. She said her bottom was a little tender but not too bad. I washed her feet and proceeded to wash her legs. I rinsed them off and started lightly running my fingers on the soles of her feet tickling her. She was giggling, asking me to stop wiggling her toes, pulling her foot away.
I stopped tickling her feet and grabbed a hand towel that I had placed next to the tub. Lightly wiping her foot dry I placed light kisses on her toes. She started squirming as I sucked on first one and then another of her toes. I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she said no, it felt divine. She said that she was glad I wasn't upset with her. I told her that I was but not over what she thought I would be upset over.
When I asked her if the tats were permanent she pulled her foot away from me and stood up and turned, asking me what tats. Sure enough they were almost gone. I opened the drain, letting the water out and pulled the shower doors shut, then started running water from the showerhead. Playing along I said that they must be under the soap bubbles and would have to rinse them off to see better. When I had her rinsed off, she turned her back to me, sticking her ass out provocatively. I leaned over and looking closely, I could barely make them out, and bit her ass. She squealed and jumped out of the tub laughing, and grabbed a towel and ran to the bed.
I finished rinsing off and grabbed a towel but before I could start wiping off Samantha said she wanted to do it. She lightly wiped me down, kissing me softly as she finished one spot and moved on to another. As she got down to my waist and wiped my ass and legs, I told her she had missed something. She said she had not forgotten anything. My cock was hard and begging for her attention again. She asked me if I wanted something and I replied with a smile, anything I can get away with.
She asked me to lie on my back on the bed and she would think about what she might have to offer. I said I would take it with a smile. She slid up along side of me placing her head on my hip with my cock an inch from her mouth. She would flick her tongue out every couple of seconds licking and breathing warm air on my cock, making it jump. I waited to see what she was going to do, running my hand through her short hair. She said that if I really wanted to fuck her again I could but she was a little tender.
I said if she could handle me eating her pussy that would be fine with me. She thought about it a minute and said she would get on top, so if she got too tender she could move away. As she got up I slid down some allowing room for her feet. She settled on top of me then said not to suck on her clit as it was tingling still every time she moved her legs. She engulfed my cock with amazing ease as my tongue made contact with her pussy lips. She lifted her head off my cock and said it's a good thing it was the weekend. I smelled and tasted like her beauty soap, and went back down on me. I forgot I had used her soap when I was washing her body. Oh well I liked the smell on her and I would take a quick shower again when we were done.
I had only licked her for a couple of minutes when she said her clit was too sensitive and pulled away. She said she wanted to try something new and asked me to get up. She lay down with her head hanging off the end of the bed and told me to come to her and fuck her mouth while pinching her nipples. We had talked about this but had never tried it. She opened her mouth, placed her hands on my ass cheeks. She licked me once and said to be gentle, she would let me know if I was going too fast and she was having problems breathing. Looking down at her as my cock was thrusting into her mouth was a big turn on for me. I was holding back from shoving in the whole way. If she wanted more she was going to have to pull it into her throat. That was the only reason I had never agreed to try it this way. All the other ways she was in control and could take it as deep as she wanted.
She pushed me back where my cock popped out of her mouth and told me I was in charge, and if I wanted my cock in her throat I had to put it there. She would let me know if there was a problem, and why was I not pinching her nipples. OK, this was new too.
I held my cock to her lips and said open wide. I had both of her nipples between my fingers as she opened her mouth and sucked me into the back of her mouth. I asked if I was pinching her nipples hard enough and when she didn't make a motion I pinched harder and she bobbed her head once. I flexed my cock a couple times and started to fuck her mouth again. I must not have been eager enough as she got a pissed look on her face and tried to push me back again. I said I wanted it all and started forcing more and more of my cock into her mouth and down her throat. She started rubbing the backs of my legs and ass cheeks as I worked my cock farther down her throat. If this is what she needed now I was going to give it to her. I said I was going to cum soon, to suck harder or I was going to stick it somewhere else. She pushed me back and let my cock out of her mouth then spun around on the bed, laid on her side, pulling her knees up to her chest with her ass on the edge of the bed and said pick a hole. I moved up and grabbed her hip with one hand, my cock in the other. Her pussy was excited; glistening juices had run out and down her ass. I rubbed my cock between her holes, saying eeny, meenie, minie, moe and shoved it in her pussy. She moaned and said to give it to her hard. I did.
I wanted back into her tight ass, but needed to loosen it up some. I placed my other hand at the small of her back and slid my thumb over her asshole spreading her juices. When I put pressure against it, it opened right up and my thumb slid in to the first knuckle. She said it felt good having my thumb in her ass. I started working my cock really hard in and out of her pussy and held my hand out so my thumb would move in and out of her ass each time I bumped into it. I pulled my cock out of her pussy and my thumb out of her ass. I gave her ass a smack and said don't move, I wanted something and would be right back.
I got the biggest of the three silicone dildos and the KY out of the night stand, coating the dildo and my cock as I walked to where her ass was hanging out. I pushed the dildo in and out of her pussy a couple times before I left it in the whole way. Then I put my cock against her rose bud and pushed it into her ass. She moaned and said to be gentle. I asked her who was in charge now, her or me. She wanted me in charge before so I was in charge now.
I left the dildo in place as I started slowly moving in and out of her ass. The dildo had made it a tight fit at first but she was loosening up now. I started moving the dildo a little as I pumped in and out of her ass. She said it felt good but different. I held the base of the dildo against my hip so they were both moving in and out simultaneously and picked up speed. I asked her if this was what she wanted, only the real thing. Two cocks in her bottom holes and maybe a pussy or another cock to suck on while we pounded her holes. She was breathing heavily and bearing down on my cock hard now. She didn't answer me until I pinched her ass. She said she needed, not wanted, more. I picked up speed and gasping, she told me she wanted it all, everything we had talked about. I was pounding her ass and cunt hard now as I felt my load getting ready to explode. I said we were going to do a lot more as soon as we could. I told her I was going to shoot in her ass again and she started wiggling which shot me up and over the top. She said she could feel me shooting in her ass but nothing in her pussy, and I said there would be soon enough.
After we calmed down and I pulled my cock out of her ass and the dildo out of her pussy we headed back to the bathroom for another shower. She was having problems walking and I asked her how she was going to handle three guys working her holes, when she had trouble with just me. She stopped and told me it was my job to get her in shape for it.
I asked her if she was hungry after we had showered and settled down the rest of the way. She said she was, but was in no shape to walk downstairs to the kitchen, let alone cook something. I told her if she wanted a hoagie I would call it in, she said that was fine with her. By the time I went downstairs grabbed some wine coolers and chips the delivery guy pulled in. I paid him, locked up and ran back upstairs.
I asked her to tell me what she wanted to try, not what she might want to do, but what she wanted to do. I said I know what we had discussed but I wanted her to be certain on each detail.
I said that we would talk to Liz in the morning and set some ground rules. I said that as far as I was concerned, as long as I was there, and we had discussed what was going to happen, I would not have any problem with it. We would do nothing without the other's consent before, not after. It was just fucking, and not making love. I told her I would do my best to make sure she got enough loving from me and enough sex to keep her happy. Those were the rules for now. She said that the rules were fine as long as they went both ways.
I asked her if Liz had let her watch the tape of the three of us the last time. I told her I was not going to touch another woman unless she told me to, that I had no interest in fucking other women--she had always been more than I ever needed. I had wanted to do more for her and nothing for myself. If she was part of it I was happy to help. I even felt nervous when a woman hit on me and sometimes I got rude with them, saying I was a very happily married man.
She said that Liz was surprised when I would not touch her that night after all she had done to help me. I said ya, but I warned her I would not touch her before she agreed to help me. I said that I thought of her as Samantha's friend and not as a fuck. I said I did glance at women at times but I always compared them to her and none ever came close.
I told her it had been some time since I had shot three loads this fast in one day. She said it had crossed her mind too and she was happy to get them all. She said she too had noticed how uncomfortable I got when women would get close and flirt with me. It looked like I wanted to run from them like a scared little boy sometimes. I said I did not find it amusing, I was being faithful to my wife.
I asked her if she wanted to use that dildo on that guy, because she was not going to do it to me. She said she had considered it but the guy was an asshole and a creep. She had asked Liz about him and she said that he was an out of town brother to someone in the group. I told Samantha that I had got the track for the table and contractors were coming tomorrow. I told her I was going to have a doorway put in to the deck I wanted off the rec room. She said that Liz wanted to talk to us about some things too.
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