Thank you all for the many requests, and compliments…

Thanks again for the continued requests and compliments; I really appreciate it. As you are already are aware, you’re getting this “heads-up” because you sent me your email address, — saying you wanted to know when I posted new stories.

This week’s story is called: “Mom’s Three-Way”.  The story concerns a mid-west, sensual mom, who explores lusty sex with her new boyfriend AND… her teenage son. All three are surprised at how pleasurable, erotic, and carnal their desires are. – As always, I look forward to your feedback.

So, with pride and pleasure, I give you…

Mom’s Three-Way” –

Chapter 1

Ellen and I started seeing each other in March of that year and we “hit it off”, almost immediately. Ellen was a very attractive forty-two year old woman, about five feet, six inches tall, and slightly on the plump side. She had fairly large breasts that kind of reminded me of melons. Her most attractive feature, in my opinion was her posterior. It leaned toward the plump size, and was heart-shaped. I’ve always been attracted to fuller women and when I saw her the first time, it wasn’t only my heart that skipped a beat, my dick did too.

The first afternoon we met, we did all the usual “getting-to-know-you” things like walking in the park, relating each other’s life-stories, etc. That evening, we went to dinner and I was unaccountably staring at her during the meal, when she said, “Would you like to spend the night rather than drive back?” Well, I got an instant erection at the mere prospect. Later, when we went home that evening, we made love like we invented it. Almost every weekend, I either drove down to see Ellen, or she came to Chicago to see me. One of the interesting aspects of our sexuality was that Ellen turned out to be masochistic. Interesting in that in our first sexual encounters we did the usual boy/girl sexual exercises of fellatio, cunnilingus, intercourse, etc. It was only later that I found out that she was a big fan of mild S&M.

Why am I telling you this you may ask? Well, the most interesting thing in our sexuality occurred one evening after we had been seeing each other for about three months. Before I go further, I need to digress and explain that Ellen has two sons, James the oldest, and Paul the youngest. Paul is a little on the hyper side and consequently, a little difficult to be around for long periods of time. James, on the other hand, was a real pleasure to be around. James was also an interesting guy in that he was curious.

In my visits to Ellen I had noticed she had a chessboard and some chess pieces. This particular evening it was raining and cold outside so there was not much to do and I asked James if he knew how to play chess. He said he didn’t, so I replied that I would teach him. Ellen had been outside doing some yard work and had come in a little on the chilly side and jumped in the shower to get clean and warm up. Her younger son, Paul, was spending the night with a friend. So, I got a piano bench and placed it between myself and James long-ways. We had gone through one mock game and were now beginning a “thinking” game where each player is a real adversary.

We were in the middle of the game, each concentrating on moves and strategy when Ellen came out of the bathroom. She walked around past the back of James and sat down beside me on the sofa. The surprising thing was that she was wearing a fairly short, silk piece of lingerie. It was bright red, thin, opaque and came to mid-thigh. Even though it was opaque, it caressed Ellen’s breasts tightly. After giving her more than just a sideways glance, I noticed that her nipples were taut and stuck out prominently in the fiery redness of her sexy outfit. I was a little embarrassed at the obvious display of sexuality and thought maybe I should take a peek at James just to make sure he wasn’t surprised at the actions of his mom.

When I glanced his way I noticed that his eyes weren’t on the chessboard at all; rather, they were in the same direction of where mine had been. He was blatantly staring at his mom and she knew he was looking at her. It was that exact moment that Ellen began to show another aspect of her sexuality. She looked over at me and moved her hands up to her big breasts and cupped them. I was stunned, I saw in my peripheral vision that James was taken aback also, and then we both just stared. Ellen turned sideways on the sofa and leaned back on the arm. Then, she did a remarkable thing. She put her left foot up on the sofa and kept her right foot on the floor. This position allowed James and I full view of her pussy and she knew that we both were looking at her. She then put her right hand down to the vee of her spread legs and began to lightly stroke the very outside of her pussy lips.

I was in awe. Ellen had always been an incredibly sexy woman, but at this particular moment, she was taking on the sexual personality of a vixen. I looked up at her face and there was the distinct look of wanton sex to her. Her eyes were half closed and she was using her tongue to wet her lips. At this point, she must have been getting deeper into her eroticism because her hips gave the faintest, unconscious jerk in response to her finger being dipped lazily into the wetness of her moist slit. I looked at James and he in turn looked at me and then dropped his head with what looked like embarrassment. But, apparently, the basic hormonal urges were too much, because in a few short seconds his head began to slowly rise. Part of the reason, I’m sure, was a new erotic sensation emanating from Ellen – the faint “slooshing” sound her hand was making as she frantically fingered her pussy.

I was as turned on as a human could get. My brick-hard cock was actually hurting. I knew I had to at least release it from its cloth prison to gain some relief. I also knew in my heart that this was a “point of no return”, and the “taboo” aspect of Ellen’s son watching this – was not what established society considered correct. As a matter of fact, that aspect, turned out to be an erotic stimulant. The very prospect of watching a mother put on a sexual display for her own son was too erotic to be described. So, without looking at James; I leaned back on the sofa, kept my eyes glued to Ellen’s fingers as they swirled her clit deliciously around and eased my zipper down. James must have heard the different sound coming from my direction and, even though he had been leering intently at the ministrations Ellen was giving to herself; he turned his head in my direction and was looking at me as I reached in and pulled out my erect cock.

Ellen must have heard the slight sound of the zipper too, because as she continued to finger-fuck herself; she now had her eyes open to the slit level and was looking in my direction as I began to pull my cock out of my pants. When it was fully exposed, balls and all, Ellen spread her legs even further and inserted the middle finger of her right hand deep into her pussy and gave out a deep moan of lust as she did it. She then began the ancient movement that is best described as raw desire. Her finger plunged in and out of her cunt like a man’s dick. With each in and out piston, her hips involuntarily came up off the sofa a little in an effort to get more of her finger deeper into her hole. Her head was swinging back and forth gently and her eyes were closed. There was an erotic smile on her face as she enveloped herself in her sexual pleasure.

I knew from past experience that her climaxes were tumultuous sessions of her screaming and literally losing control of her senses, and quite frankly, I always got an erotic thrill from watching her go over the edge. I desperately wanted to see her do it again now. I didn’t want to get in front of her, so I was only mildly jerking off to her lewd display and had completely forgotten about young James. I could sense some motion in my peripheral vision and I looked in his direction and was almost shocked at seeing James’s hand inside his loose-fitting shorts. He was staring intently at his sexy mom’s performance and was obviously manipulating himself.

Ellen must have noticed the same motion and turned her head languorously to drink in the sexy sight of her son’s apparent masturbation. Their eyes locked and Ellen turned her pelvis in the direction of James to give him a maximum view of her now dripping cunt. James only jerked harder in response to a clearer view of his mom’s slit. It seemed like a sexual dance was about to begin. Ellen, in response to James’s gaping stare, was actually hunching her pelvis in the direction of James’s face; and James, had already moved his chair closer, to get a better view. Me, well, I was pulling and jacking on my cock because I was enthralled with the erotic sight of mother and son masturbating to each other.

One of Ellen’s favorite things is breast-play. Pinching and playing with her nipples are an extreme turn-on for her. I was pleased to see she already had her left hand up to her breast, cupping it, while she used her thumb and forefinger to pinch and pull on her already extended nipple. I’m a bit of a voyeur and wanted to see if Ellen was actually going to fuck her son, or what. I got the impression that this was not the first time this sort of thing had happened between these two, and I had no intention of interfering with the show I was about to see. So I just watched. I knew that once Ellen’s passion started to increase, it took off almost like an F-16 going straight up.

Ellen’s ministrations to herself were beginning to increase. She had pulled the lingerie off both shoulders and exposed both her beautiful breasts. Her fingers on her tit were now pulling her nipple out and twisting it hard. She was mashing her fingers into her clit and vaginal area, similar to the pounding a cock might do. Her face was already flushing red and her breathing was short and a bit frantic. James was now between the arc her extended feet made, about three feet from the apex of his mother’s widespread legs. I knew something had to happen here because, from my past experience with Ellen, I knew she was now at the point where – she wanted some kind of cock in her. To my surprise, it wasn’t Ellen who spoke, it was James. He said in a whisper, “mom, you want me to go get the thing?” Ellen looked up slightly, actually increased her tempo a bit, and nodded. James got up off the chair, and hastily left the room. When he came back, he had a medium-sized, ivory-colored vibrator with him.

He handed it to his mom and was getting ready to sit down, when he slid his baggy shorts down in one motion and took his seat in just his underwear. He looked over at me as I was jacking my cock for just a moment and stared at my movement. Ellen must have caught the glance because she smiled sexily at me and took the vibrator, twisted the base and started moving the vibrating tip around on her clit. When she did this, there was a guttural moan from her. James caught the tone and looked away from me and back at the vibrator as it swam around the outside of Ellen’s cunt. She knew she had recaptured him and, this time, instead of putting only the tip on her clitoris, she put the first inch in the moist opening of her pussy, and moaned again. She kept inserting it further into her opening until it was in her pussy about six inches; then she started fucking herself with it. In and out in a blur it went.

James was rapt with the visual intensity of his mom’s wanton display and pushed his underwear off and kicked them away. His cock was about six inches and was about as big around as a medium cigar. He was uncircumcised and as he jacked his cock, he made the foreskin bunch up in a little tip from time to time. I’ll say this about his cock, it may not have been the biggest in the world, but it sure seemed like it was made of steel. Because, he pushed and pulled it every which way he could while he was watching his mom and it never flexed a bit. He had moved as close as he dared get and seemed to be beating his meat only about a foot away from where his mom was fucking herself with the vibrator. With all this uninhibited, raw sex going on, I had to get out of my clothes, so I stopped stroking my cock and pushed my pants and underwear down and off. There we all were, in essence, naked – and each in their own way, filled with erotic exhilaration and lost in masturbatory excitement.

Ellen loved her breasts and was always anxious for intense breast-play. She stopped fucking herself with the vibrator and brought both her hands up to her tits. The vibrator was still buried deep in her pussy and was softly humming. Ellen was fucking the vibrator with her pussy-muscles and fondling and squeezing her tits and nipples. She then hunched her hips out a little further until the base of the vibrator touched James’s hand. James stopped jacking his cock, looked over at me as if to see what I’d do. I nodded my head slightly and he took the vibrator and started fucking his mom with it. Ellen obviously knew who was fucking her with the vibrator and she started fucking her hips up to meet each thrust that James made.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and knew I had to get in on the action. I got up from my position at the end of the sofa and walked around James till I was standing where Ellen’s head was. I bent my knees a little and turned her face toward my raging cock. She opened her eyes slightly, enough to see my cock, and immediately engulfed it. Besides breast-play, her other favorite thing was sucking cock. She kept pulling and twisting her tits, and at the same time, started sucking voraciously on my dick. Not only was it her favorite thing, but I have to admit, her blowjobs were the best I had ever had. So I reveled in her technique. She alternated between sucking my cock and sucking my balls. She knew me well enough from past experience to tell when I was getting close to cumming, and whenever I was near, she’d ease off the head of my dick and start sucking my nuts.

I looked over at James and he was watching intently as his mom sucked my cock. He seemed a little mesmerized at the sight and I thought maybe he had never seen another guy’s cock before. I have to admit, I didn’t care what he saw, especially if his mom didn’t. So I let him ogle me. I even put on a little show in that I turned sideways slightly so he could get a better view, and then I shoved my cock into the back of his mother’s mouth, put my left hand behind her head and “face-fucked” her with long, deep strokes where I’d occasionally pull all the way out of her mouth and let James watch as her mouth “ovaled” as she frantically struggled to get my cock back in. It was also incredibly erotic, because James was unconsciously moving his mouth as if he was trying to help her.

James was having a little trouble. He was stroking his cock awkwardly with his left hand, while he used his right to fuck his mom with the vibrator. He was also trying to watch me give Ellen a throat massage at the same time. Consequently, he wasn’t doing any of it very well and I knew there had to be a better solution than this. Plus, I have to admit, the hedonistic side of me was absolutely enthralled with the forbidden idea of mother/son sex, particularly if it was going to be a threesome.

So, while Ellen was lost in her passion of sucking cock – I reached over and took the vibrator from James, turned it off, brought it up to my mouth and started sucking it to taste the sweet nectar of Ellen’s pussy juice that still lingered there. James watched and could tell I was enjoying the taste of his mom’s pussy. He looked down and her wet opening was staring him in the face. He looked up at me one more time, as if for re-assurance, and I nodded my head to indicate how much I liked it. James stuck his fingers out tentatively and slowly placed his first two fingers on Ellen’s engorged clit and started moving it around. Ellen could obviously sense this new sensation of her son playing with her pussy and actually moaned into my cock and hunched her pelvis back at his touch.

James could tell that this was cool with his mom and started massaging her clit a little more enthusiastically. I wanted to see this myself, plus I didn’t want to cum this soon, so I pulled my wet cock out of Ellen’s mouth. It was slick and wet, and dripped with her saliva and my pre-cum. Ellen rolled back so that she was reclining again and put her left foot up on the back of the couch this time, and kept her other foot on the floor. She used her new position to leverage her thighs to the widest position she could get them, then reached down and took her son’s hand and used it as if it was the vibrator that had been there before – to play with her steaming pussy. I was, of course, completely lost in this blatant display and simply stood there, slowly jacking my cock and watching in rapt awe as James’s mother used her son’s hand to bring herself off.

I thought I was going to cum spontaneously so I stopped what I was doing and started to…

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I have a new story for you…

Thanks for the tremendous response to my story last week. Wow! – Seriously, I’m surprised, flattered, and grateful for your interest. – As before, over to your right, you’ll see categorized stories to help satisfy your particular interest. – I will be posting additional stories this coming week.

My next story is called: “Chet: A Cuckold’s Story”.  The story concerns a husband, Chet, who is hard pressed to say ‘No’, when an aggressive return visitor takes over his house, and forcefully teaches Chet, and his wife Ellen, the ways and secret pleasures of the world of S & M. They learn there is no possibility of refusal to any humiliation he chooses for them. – As always, I look forward to your feedback.

So, with pride and pleasure, I give you…

Chet:  A Cuckold’s Story” –

Chapter 1

I had been with Chet and Ellen once before. I was surprised to hear from him again. The last time we were together I had fucked his wife silly. I assumed that would be the last time we would get together. Then – the phone rang and it was Chet and he asked me what I was doing next Friday night. I replied that I had nothing on my agenda and asked him what he had in mind. He said he and Ellen, his wife, wanted me to come over for a couple of drinks. I asked, “What time?” and told him I’d be there promptly at 7:00.

I smiled to myself. I knew that Chet was a little bit on the passive side, and figured that I knew what he had in mind. I told Chet to tell Ellen, that I was coming to dinner and to be sure to dress up. I told Chet that I would be exploring the relationship between he and Ellen in some detail and that I would feel free to do or ask anything to either of them that I liked. To press home my advantage, I asked Chet to remind me of what Ellen looked like again. I told him to describe her tits and cunt to me in absolute detail so that I could remember them if I shut my eyes. He stammered a bit over the phone, but in a halting voice, he did as I asked. “Ellen has a nice vagina. It is very well shaped and always smells clean for me. It has a light-blond bush which she usually allows to grow without much trimming. It is quick to get wet and has a nice taste”, he said.

I smiled and pressed him further,

“And your lovely wife’s tits, what about those?”

He stammered a bit more and said: “She has 34B breasts with nice nipples.”

I just listened and laughed softly, dismissing him.

Chapter 2

I arrived at their house in time for dinner. Chet opened the door apprehensively. He seemed a bit scared as I entered the house, knowing that I am attracted to his wife and also knowing that I can have her any time I want, and that he cannot stop me. Chet was dressed casually in an open-necked shirt and slacks. I entered the foyer and to let him know immediately how the evening is going to go I cup his testicles and, smiling into his scared but reluctantly excited eyes, slowly and luxuriously feeling him up. His little prick hardens under my caress and I begin to gently jack him a little. Chet begins to breathe a little harder and I slip a finger between his lips and make him suck it as I play with his little cock.

“Now, Chet,” I say a little maliciously, “take me in and re-introduce me to your pretty little wife. I can’t wait to get to know her better.”

I release his prick and withdraw my finger from between his lips. My attentions have left him a little pale and breathing heavily. I smile at him and go in and allow him to present me to his wife. I look her over from head to foot assimilating her clothes and imagining her sexy underwear. Chet knows that Ellen is wet right now with the attention I am giving her. I look at her tits, which are nice and firm, and seem even perkier than normal. Chet can tell that her nipples are already hard.

Chet had obviously asked Ellen to dress sexy for my visit and despite herself, the thought turned her on. I can tell that she is excited by the way she smells, by the hardness of her nipples and the extra sway of her hips as she walks. I even think I can actually smell her cunt a little. Putting all that together, Chet knows that Ellen is extremely excited. He knows that his wife is excited at the thought of a dominant sexy man in the house.

Chet had asked her to pick out something sexy and she has chosen an incredibly tight and short little black spandex miniskirt, which molds perfectly to her ass. She is wearing no panties, just a pair of black seamed stockings and black garters. Her heels are spiked and at least four inches high. Her toes are painted a deep red and they stick out of her open-toed high-heeled shoes. She is wearing a white, sheer tube-top, which does nothing to hide her breasts. It is as if they are on display. Her firm tits are outlined perfectly and her nipples are clearly visible through the sheer flimsy fabric.

She is wearing very hot red lipstick to match her toenails and her fingernails are painted that same blazing color. Her lips are quivering slightly in excitement as she keeps her eyes fixed on me. It is clear that she senses I am running the show and she defers to me seemingly without a thought for her husband.

Chet is still standing there as I take her hand, but instead of shaking it, I pull her to me and give her at first a gentle, and then a demanding kiss. She tries to pull back a little and I hear Chet gasp in protest. I look at him over her shoulder without releasing his wife’s lips and that one look compels his silent acquiescence. I press gently until her lips reluctantly open under mine and I slowly and completely begin to ravish her sweet mouth, slipping one hand down onto her bottom and massaging her full ass in front of Chet’s eyes. I play with her for as long as I feel like, and then suddenly release her and step back. She stands gasping, pale and trembling.

After I have kissed her she is surprised and confused about what to do. Her eyes meet Chet’s for a moment and then I look at him as well, saying: “Chet, get me a drink and fix yourself one as well. Oh, and slip into something a bit more comfortable. Why not put on one of Ellen’s little outfits. Hurry back Chet, I will be getting to know Ellen while you are gone.”

As he turns to go into the kitchen he sees me grope Ellen’s ass as she walks ahead of me. She shudders and tries to move away but my hands roam over her ass despite her feeble protests. Chet hears me talking to her but can’t quite make out the words. He listens tensely for a moment from the other room until he hears me say —

“Chet, are you dressed yet?”

Chet knows that I am aware of his lingering and he hustles to get the drinks and change. When he returns, he is carrying our drinks and is wearing a peach, baby-doll nightie and panties. Ellen is shocked at his appearance but I don’t give her a chance to think. I tell her that she and I are going out dancing. Chet protests and I sit him firmly on the couch and I take a pair of handcuffs out of my back pocket and put his hands through the wooden arm of the heavy mahogany couch. I then cuff him to it. He is unable to move the heavy couch and is forced to remain in a sitting position.

I tell Ellen to remove my pants and she stares at Chet and then at me, wondering what to do. I tell her that things will go easier if she does as she’s told. She still hesitates so I take her hands and put them on my belt buckle. Ellen falls to her knees and begins to unbuckle my belt and take off my pants. My cock is rock-hard and nicely outlined in my briefs. I have her remove my briefs and she slides them off slowly and reluctantly. My cock sticks out towards her and nearly pokes her in the face. I tell Ellen to bring one of Chet’s credit cards because the night is going to be on Chet and she leaves the room to look for it without comment.

While Ellen is out of the room looking for the credit card, I cross to the couch and sit down beside Chet with a sly smile. He looks up at me with a little fear in his eyes. Although he is sitting comfortably with his hands handcuffed through the mahogany arm of the couch, he can still move fairly freely. I am naked below the waist with my briefs on the floor beside me.

“Spread your legs,” I order brusquely.

He is so frightened that he doesn’t hesitate but separates his thighs until they are widely spread. As I look into his eyes I reach down and cup his balls, squeezing until he gasps with pain. I can see the anguish gathering in the corners of his eyes. I smile down at him and he looks up a little fearful. My smile becomes a little meaner as I caress his balls, moving up to his prick, which despite himself, has stiffened under my attention. As I grin down at him, I begin to steadily jack his cock. I continue to jack him until he begins to gasp and then I slow up. Stimulating him has made my prick begin to stiffen and it is now semi-hard.

“Open your mouth, Chet”, I order bluntly.

He shakes his head indicating reluctance.

“Open your lips or I will have to hurt you,” I say with some menace.

Despite himself, his lips unwillingly open and I feed my half-stiff prick between them and into the reluctantly welcoming warmth of his mouth.

“Now, start sucking and do it properly if you don’t want to get hurt,” I say; and Chet begins to grudgingly suck me off.

My prick rapidly hardens under his attention and, putting one hand at the back of his head and using it to control him; I begin to slowly and deliberately fuck his mouth at the same time reaching for his stiff little prick and start to jack him again. I know that Ellen will be down soon and I make no effort to prolong matters but steadily speed up until his gasping breath around my prick tells me that he has cum in his panties. My prick is now stiff between his wet lips and the regular sucking, together with the brushing of the tip of my stiff organ on his palate rapidly brings me on. I can feel the pressure building in my balls and I make no attempt to hold back my ejaculation. Chet’s eyes widen as he feels the spasm in my prick, but I hold his head firmly, fixing his reluctant lips around my prick as I begin to cum in his mouth. I enjoy the look in his wide eyes as I watch his throat jerk convulsively as he swallows my cum. My prick begins to soften and I slowly withdraw it smiling down at him as I do so.

“Did you enjoy that, Chet?” I asked.

Chet continues to gulp, trying to swallow my cum but a thin trickle of white runs from the corner of his mouth and it is the first thing Ellen sees as she hurries in with his credit card in hand.

“Oh, my God!!” she gasps, looking at Chet’s blushing face.

“Come over here and pick up my briefs,” I tell her. And she tip-taps over on her high heels, her cute bottom twitching from side to side sexily as she walks, bending to pick up my underwear in her little hand. I watch with pleasure as the curves of her body strain the fabric of the rather inadequate sexy, slutty clothes she has to wear.

Her eyes are wide as she wonders what is going to happen. I tell Chet to open his mouth but he won’t do it. I gently slap him across the face with my open hand. This time when I tell him to open his mouth, he does. I look at Ellen,

“Now, Ellen,” I say, “put my shorts into your husband’s mouth”.

With a look of repugnance on her face she forces my underwear into Chet’s mouth and I then put a piece of tape over his lips. My underwear is trapped and held in his mouth. It smells masculine and tastes cottony to him. He gags a bit and then begins to get used to it. I look with pleasure at his bulging cheeks and I enjoy the shock in his staring eyes. I slip my trousers on and take the credit card from Ellen. I spin her so that she is in my arms with her back against me and I slip my hands under her arms and cup her breasts through her thin tube-top. I can sense her reluctance at allowing herself to be mauled in front of her husband but I can also smell her excitement. As I casually feel his wife’s pretty tits, I look down at Chet, who still has a trail of my cum running down his chin.

“Don’t expect Ellen and I back for a while,” I say with a smile as I squeeze and mold the firm flesh of his wife’s tits, “we may go on to a club after dinner and dancing. We’ll see you later.”

As the door shuts Chet kneels in his panties with my underwear bunched up in his mouth and my cum running down his chin wondering what the two of us will do while we are out and what will happen when we return.

Chapter 3

Several hours later, in the early morning, Ellen and I returned… and we began to…

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Thanks for coming over to my blog…

So many of you told me you really liked my sexy stories, and asked for more… Well, you’ve come to the right place. — Over to your right, you’ll see fresh, categorized stories to help satisfy your particular interest. – Just so you know, I will be posting additional stories to each group frequently.

Also, I will post a new story here in my ‘blog-area’ every Friday. The first story is called: “The Neighbor”. It really IS based on an adventure I had one time, that was VERY sexy. Without further delay, here is my inaugural story, – “The Neighbor”. – I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, — AND… I look forward to your feedback.

The Neighbor – There’s a married, “40’ish” neighbor of mine a couple of blocks down where I used to live. She’s a schoolteacher and had heard that I was a pretty good computer guy and stopped by one Saturday afternoon to introduce herself and ask me if I could take a look at her laptop. I told her to bring it by that afternoon. About an hour later, there was a soft knock on the door and there she was. I invited her in and we went back to my office and computer room. She was wearing a navy-blue skirt and a prim white blouse that buttoned down the front. I typically wear gym shorts when I’m at home with no underwear. She was sitting across from me and, on a whim; I deliberately positioned myself so she could see my cock inside the leg of my gym shorts if she wanted to look.

I was talking to her about her laptop when she started turning a little red (blushing.) I knew what the problem was, but enjoyed the situation and pretended I didn’t. I asked her if anything was wrong and she shook her head “no” and continued to listen to me drone on about the laptop. Meanwhile, I knew my dick was getting bigger and beginning to poke out of my shorts a little. All of a sudden, she looked at me, almost beet red by then and said, “Did you know that your p.e.n.i.s, (she actually spelled it out like that) is uncovered?” I looked down, pretending not to have known and leaned back in my chair causing it to be become a little more uncovered and actually stick out of my shorts about an inch. I just looked at her and she just looked at me. After what had to be at least a half a minute (all the while my cock is getting fully erect) I asked her if she wanted me to cover it up. She didn’t say a thing, just kept staring at it as if she were mesmerized. Since she didn’t say anything I pulled my gym shorts leg fully over to the side and pulled my cock completely out of my shorts, balls and all. I started slowly jacking my cock and slightly smiling. I’m uncircumcised and I pulled up the skin and ran my finger between the foreskin and the head of my cock. She gave an audible sigh and I jacked it some more.

I could tell she was getting into it so I just stood up and walked over to where she sat. I didn’t say anything, just continued to jack my rock hard cock about five inches from her face. She didn’t move. She just looked at my dick as if she was in a dream or something, afraid to say anything. I put one foot up on the arm of the chair and got a little bit closer to her face. She kept looking at my dick and she said in a soft voice, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m not that kind of a woman.” So, I jacked my cock a couple more times and said, “Ok, I’ll put it away”, and did. I returned to the chair I had been sitting in and leaned back and spread my legs a little. I could tell she was looking at the big bulge in my shorts. I thought she might respond to a more bold approach. So again, after what seemed like two or three minutes I said, “You know, I sure would like to see your pussy, why don’t you lean back, spread your legs, and show it to me?”

She sat there for a minute or so as if trying to make a decision and then she just leaned back. She was still blushing and she raised her hips and pulled up her skirt. Then to my surprise, she hooked her thumbs in her pale blue panties and pulled them down and off. I asked her to put her legs up on the arms of the chair and she hesitated a minute and then – did. There she sat, legs spread, pussy wide open, beet red and kind of breathing hard. I got up, pulled off my shorts and walked over to her. I thought about getting on my knees and fucking her like that. But then in a moment of inspiration, I stood next to the arm of the chair and asked her if she liked to suck cock. She shook her head “No”. I leaned forward with my cock in my hand and said, “Are you sure?” and just pushed forward while I put my hand on the back or her head and gently pulled. She resisted the slightest bit then opened her mouth and took the head of my cock in and started swirling her tongue around on it. Her hand reached up to caress my balls and she pushed her mouth even further onto my cock.

There was quite the change of heart in her attitude. Her nostrils flared, her lips went concave and she started sucking my cock like it was her long, lost friend. When I got ready to cum, I tried to pull out a little but she wouldn’t have it. I reached for my digital camera and shot a couple of sexy pictures as I was cumming. When I was spent she continued to nurse my cock a little longer, and then all of a sudden, as if she had remorse, she turned her head away and started re-assembling herself. I took this as a sign that she didn’t want to continue and returned to my chair.

There was such a complete change of attitude that I looked down at her laptop, made a few adjustments and told her that I thought it would work fine now. She thanked me several times, and asked me how much she owed for the repair. I assured her it was my hobby and that it was no problem. She stood up, smoothed her skirt, grabbed her panties and stuffed them into her purse. When she was all together, she stuck out her hand to shake mine, and walked toward the front door. As she walked through the opening onto the porch, she turned and again offered her thanks and walked down the steps, onto the sidewalk and, presumably toward her house. As she was walking away, I told her she could come back any time she felt like it.

I turned and walked back in; a little perplexed as to how a woman could give such an enthusiastic blowjob and yet be so formal when she was through. I shook my head and thought – “Oh well, it takes all kinds”, and went back to my computer room to continue to write.

It was several days later, a Saturday afternoon in fact, that I heard a faint knock on my front door. I have a pretty extensive computer setup in my study and a friend of mine, Curtis, was helping me configure a new file-server. I heard the faint knock on the door one more time, and gave a curious look at Curtis, and said – “I wonder who that can be?” I was dressed in my typical Saturday afternoon fare of tee shirt and loose-fitting gym shorts and no underwear. When I went out of my study, through a hall, and crossed the living room to my front door I recognized her silhouette right away as my schoolteacher friend, Sarah. I opened the door and she immediately started apologizing for stopping by unannounced and disturbing me. I assured her it was no problem and took her hand and invited her in.

I offered her a seat on my yellow wing chair and she sat down, kind of toward the edge as if she had something urgent to say. I took a seat on my sofa, which was about eight feet away from her and at an angle. She immediately started to babble about what had happened the last time we were together and how she was terribly embarrassed, and if that got out she would be in big trouble since she was a schoolteacher – “and all.” She even said, “You know, I have a certain reputation to uphold in this community.” When she said that I knew why she was there. She kept talking and blathering about, “It was all some kind of a mistake, and that she would appreciate it very much if I wouldn’t say anything to ANYONE about what we had done.

I, of course, leaned back on the couch, stretched my arms out wide on the back of the sofa, spread my legs a bit and just listened to her talk without making any kind of a reply. She seemed a little flabbergasted that I didn’t have anything to say, and made even more of a plea by asking me for my help and understanding in this “matter.” Eventually, she stopped talking and just sat there. I remember her saying, “I just don’t know what got into me last Saturday; I am so ashamed of myself.” She then hung her head a little and stared at the floor. Still, I didn’t say anything. She eventually looked up and said, “Aren’t you going to say anything?” And I said, “You know Sarah, all I have to say right now is that I’d like to see your breasts, how about unbuttoning your blouse so I can see how stiff your nipples are?”

Well, she just sat there kind of stunned. We both didn’t say anything for the longest time and all of a sudden, in a low voice, she said, “Please don’t make me do this.” I told her that I wasn’t making her “do” anything. I told her she could leave right now and I wouldn’t say a thing to anybody. I remember her asking me how she could be sure I was discreet and I told her that I guess that was her problem. We sat there a few more minutes and I started to get hard and I guess she noticed and I could tell she was glancing from my face to my shorts.

I then asked her what she was looking at and she actually blushed a deep red and looked away. By then my cock was rock hard and standing up. I reached down and pulled my shorts leg over to the side, and my cock sprang up into view. I said, “Sarah is this what you came down here for?” She had her face turned fully toward the window and I could tell she was fidgeting a little; so I knew that she knew what I was talking about. “Sarah, look over here,” I said. She turned slowly in the wing chair and looked at me. She didn’t say anything at all. I started jacking my cock slowly and she watched me do it. Her mouth had opened the slightest bit and I could barely see her tongue through her teeth. I splayed my legs wide and brought my other hand down to my balls and started to pull on my nutsack a little while I very slowly jacked my dick. She was still silent and she just watched.

I was still sitting on the couch and I decided to ask her again, “So, are you going to show me your titties, or not?” I put one heel up on the edge of the couch and just let my cock stand there. The next thing she did was a little strange. Her hand went up to the top button of her blouse and paused at the button. She then said, “What if my husband finds out?” I said, “Well, I’m sure not going to tell him, are you?” This seemed to satisfy her a little and she undid the top button. She then said, “If I do this, this time, it’s not going to happen again, OK?” I said, “Sarah, you’re not a prisoner here, you can walk out the door right now if you want; it’s not locked.”

She moved her hand down to the next button and unbuttoned it. She was down to the last button and said, “I don’t know why I’m doing this; I hope you’re telling me the truth and won’t say anything about this to anybody. I’d just die, if you did.” By then, all her blouse was unbuttoned, but it was still closed. I couldn’t tell from where I sat what kind of a bra she had on, so I asked her to open her blouse so I could see more. She reached up and pulled her blouse apart a little and I could see the inside hemispheres of each breast. Her bra was a feminine, lacy one and seemed a little “much” to be wearing under a plain silk blouse. I asked her if she wore that bra on purpose because she knew she was coming to see me. She blushed a little and didn’t say anything; and in a kind of a start she said, “I didn’t come down here to do what we did again. I came down here to ask you not to say anything to anybody about it.” I simply said, “Sure, you did; now, how about unsnapping that bra, so I can see your breasts.”

She didn’t move. It was an awkward silence and then she moved both her hands to the front of her bra and unfastened it. The cups fell immediately to the sides of her breasts and she crossed her arms over her chest to hide herself. I then got a little upset and pulled my shorts over my cock and got up and was beginning to walk out of the room. She asked me where I was going and I said, “Back to work on my computer.” Then she said, “No, wait – I’ll do it, come sit back down.” I turned reluctantly and sat back down, but kept my shorts in place and didn’t expose anything.

Sarah moved her arms away from her breasts and put them on the arms of the chair, and said, “Is that better, is that what you want?” I just looked at her beautiful, white breasts. What I said next surprised even me a little, I said…, —

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