Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  We got to Bob and Nicole's around six and Nicole had put some light snacks out and had the bar open. We all fixed our drinks and sat around talking and joking while we had a couple. Bob suggested it was time to play some cards and then Pete pipes up and says that maybe we should change the rules tonight. Bob asks what he has in mind and Pete says strip poker. My alarm bells go off because unbeknownst to them, here I am wearing a pair of leopard skin colored bikini panties which match Cheryl's.

  I say, no way, I'm not letting those perverts see my beautiful naked wife.

  Pete says we will just play down to underwear for the fun of it and Bob says that sounds great.

  I look to the ladies for help and Cindy says her and Pete already talked and she was game. Nicole says I'm in and all I can do is look to Cheryl for help. I figure she'll help me because she knows my predicament. She shoots me an evil grin and say "I'm in".

  Shit what do I do now, I'm not even very good at poker. Cheryl says "come on honey it will be fun" and now there is no backing out. All I can do is hope for some great hands and it actually starts out that way.

  Nicole loses and pulls her sweater off and she sits down with a beautiful lacy bra on which showed a couple of nice pointy nipples. Pete loses next and he pulls off a sweat shirt and has nothing on underneath. Next I lost and lose my shirt but, luckily I have an undershirt on. This goes round and round and everybody has lost a top and then Cheryl losses her pants. She pulls them down and everybody gets a nice view of her leopard skin panties. A couple of comments are made about how sexy they are.

  Bob loses next and drops his pants. He is wearing a red pair of briefs and it is obvious to all that he is a little excited from the sights around him. More than one comment is made about his package and it does look like it is a good size one at that.

  So here I sit with pants as the only thing keeping my secret safe. Next hand I lost big. I try protesting and look one more time to Cheryl for support and she is no help. She says "Bob and I are sitting in our underwear, your turn."

  I pull my pants down and try sitting down real quick to deal. I didn't get away with it and it is Cindy that calls me out. She says "what have we got here, a panty boy with the same sexy panties as Cheryl!"

  There is a round of hooting and hollering at my expense and I am a red as can be. When things settle down I explain that I'm not gay or anything and that they just feel good. We play another hand and Cindy losses her pants. She makes a big show of pulling them off to reveal a very sexy white lace thong. My eyes practically pop out of my head and I feel something rising to the occasion inside my panties. We play again and I lose and I say that I guess the game is over and we can get dressed since we agreed to only go down to underwear.

  Well, at this point, everybody else is having too much fun so they start talking about some rule changes. It is decided that whoever wins can direct the others to perform some act. I start thinking this is my chance for revenge. I was top winner in the next hand and so I tell Cheryl that she should walk over to Bob and caress and rub all over his red underwear while she shakes her tits in his face. She simply laughs and does it. Bob is really getting an impressive hard on now and his cock head actually slips past the elastic band and is there for all to see. It was a nice looking circumcised head at that. Cheryl saunters back to her chair and we play another hand which she wins.

  She then says it's time to get even and tells Cindy to come rub my nice panty covered cock. Cindy shrieks with joy and runs right up to me and starts pawing all over my silk covered cock. I am rock hard in a second and she keeps it up. My cock stays within the panties but it starts leaking and a wet spot keeps getting bigger. I am both embarrassed and excited. There are a few more rounds and lots more daring things but everybody still has their underwear on. I win another round and tell Cheryl to go up to Pete and reach in his boxers and stroke his cock.

  Pete just sits there with a grin and Cheryl says, "you sure you want to go down this path?"

  I say do it and she does. As a matter of fact she strokes Pete for several minutes and it looks like he is going to lose it. She then stops, leaving Pete hanging, and sits down.

  Two hands later Cheryl wins and stuns everybody by saying "OK panty boy, crawl over to Bob, pull those red undies down and suck that cock"!

  I say "no way, that was not part of the rules". She says the rules say she can order what she wants and then Cindy and Nicole jump in saying yeah, I have to do it. Bob just sits there waiting to see what will happen.

  I figure, what the fuck, I'll show her that I won't back down, I crawl over to Bob and tentatively reach out and touch his cock through his underwear. It jumps a little at the contact. The girls all start saying keep going so I slowly pull the underwear down. There in front of me if a very good looking, half hard, circumcised cock that has had all the hair shaved off! I try to play it cool like I am only reluctantly doing what I was told but , actually, my mouth is watering. I learn forward and slowly extend my tongue and make contact with the nice shiny head of Bob's cock.

  The girls are having none of this go slow stuff and start chanting "suck it, suck it." I feed just the head into my mouth and Bob starts getting fully hard. I would guess he was about 7 inches but fat in circumference. I don't think I have ever had a gay thought in my life before but, I have to admit, this is a good looking cock. I start gently sucking and Bob starts moaning and then he starts moving. He starts sliding forward to get more of his cock in my mouth. His cock is rock hard now and I have about half of it sliding in and out. I am actually liking this and let a small moan of my own slip out.

  All of the sudden I feel a had caressing my ass and I glance back, cock still in mouth to see my sexy wife rubbing me. Now I really start moaning and Cheryl starts getting into it. She starts caressing my balls through the leopard skin silk panties and boy does that feel good. I start to go to town on Bob's cock sucking it for all it is worth. Bob me and Cheryl are all moaning now as I have a rock hard cock sliding all the way in and out of my mouth.

  Cheryl is rubbing faster now and starts saying "yeah my panty boy, show me what a good cock sucker you are." The other girls and Pete start chiming in with similar comments and it seems everybody is into it now. I am sucking and sucking and all of the sudden Bob's cock starts to swell even bigger and I know what is coming, or should I say cuming. Cheryl is rubbing fast and furious all over my panty covered cock and balls now and I am sucking like a mad man.

  Bob's cock swells a bit more and starts squirting hot cum down my throat. I back off some so I can taste it in my mouth. It is hot and sticky and salty and bitter. . .and delicious! Bob squirts about four times, each time a little less and he is panting like he is going to have a heart attack. I just keep sucking and can't get enough. The squirting stops and I gently keep sucking to make sure I get it all. I suck and lick for a couple of minutes but then Bob says to stop because he is too sensitive now. I let his softening cock slide from his mouth and Cheryl and I stand up. Cindy and Nicole are clapping and laughing, and pointing at my cock. I look down and my panties are socked with my cum. I must have shot a gallon! The panties are so wet that they are see through.

  After a bit of relaxing and joking around about what happened, we call it a night. I slide my pants back over my soaked panties and take Cheryl home for, hopefully some more fun. On the way out the door, Cindy says she is hosting cards at her house next weekend.

  The End.

  Temptation

  I never viewed temping as a stopgap like most people. I loved the irregularity; the unpredictability. I didn't have time to get bogged down in a never-ending cycle of filing because I was only there for a week or so. I could swan in and instantly become the mysterious new girl; wank fodder for every man in that office. I was the perfect no-strings fling: up for a quickie and gone in the blink of an eye so any awkward encounters in the lift were few and far between.

  I had worked in loads of offices and they were all the same. I tried to summon up some enthusiasm as the MD continu
ed to show me around.

  "Eva, let me introduce you to Daniella."

  Two pistachio eyes swept over me, disinterestedly. She arched a bored eyebrow and stifled a yawn before rearranging her plump lips back into their original pout.

  "Hi," I mumbled.

  "Hi," she sneered, her focus already back on her computer monitor.

  She was beautiful. Her caramel-coloured hair flowed over her shoulders; her collarbone jutted out like a knife edge. She flicked her kohl-rimmed eyes to a huge stack of paper in the corner of the room.

  "All of that needs shredding."

  Her voice sent prickles down my spine. My nipples hardened under my cotton blouse. It was an unusual mixture of emotions: fear tinged with excitement; dread mixed with desire.

  My first week was terrible. Daniella watched me constantly with those unnerving green eyes, breathing down my neck. She terrified me and yet at the same time, I found her fascinating. I knew nothing about her apart from the fact that she wore Chanel No. 5 and drove a black Lexus. She didn't wear a wedding ring and there were no photographs on her desk. Her inscrutable aura entranced me. I was bewitched by her unfathomable depths. She would strut from one side of the office to the other and every pair of eyes would be fixed on her, feasting on the sight of her satin skirt skimming the curve of her ass, her tight blouse clinging to the arc of her breasts, her lean legs striding with poise in killer stiletto heels. She had men and women alike, regardless of their sexuality, eating out of the palm of her hand and I was her newest recruit.

  Drinks after work on Fridays were a staple of office life. Every week at five-thirty, a group of us would pile into The Oak. After claiming our usual table in one corner, I waited until we had all taken those first, satisfying sips before I raised the inevitable subject.

  "So, Daniella..." I let her name dangle tauntingly for a while before continuing, "Does she ever join you for drinks after work?"

  Ingrid shook her head and laughed, "You must be joking!"

  "Well, what does she do?" I pressed, half to myself than the rest of the table, "Seriously, does anyone know anything about her? Is she married? Has she got kids?"

  My question collided with a wall of blank faces.

  "I think she moonlights as a stripper," someone piped up; "she's certainly got the body for it."

  We all nodded solemnly. I was surely not alone in imagining Daniella twisting herself around a pole or writhing on a table; a leather bra struggling to contain her pert breasts. I shifted in my seat and shrugged off my coat. Using a beer mat, I fanned myself. Several other suggestions were thrown into the mix as the alcohol worked to loosen everyone's tongues and inhibitions but I preferred to keep my theory to myself. I envisaged Daniella on a yacht with a bunch of other beautiful people, drinking champagne and eating sushi. I pictured her hair cascading down her honeyed shoulders, tendrils resting between her breasts. After diving gracefully into the sea, she would emerge, her white bikini transparent. Her nipples would clearly be visible through the thin material, seeking me out, beckoning me closer. I took a sip of my drink, using two hands to keep my glass steady. I had often fantasised about sleeping with girls, as I suspected most women had. There was something intensely sensual about the idea of licking a women's vagina, kneading her breasts.

  The following week was my last. Being on the brink of leaving didn't mean Daniella treated me any differently though. On my last day, she had pointed to a pile of paper and barked "shred" at me as soon as I walked through the door. Something inside me snapped. I had pandered to her whims and nuances for almost a month and been bullied and belittled in return.

  "You know if you said 'please' once in while, people might stop thinking that you're a complete bitch."

  It was the first time I had seen her rendered speechless. I grinned as I stalked into the store cupboard where the shredder was kept and began my mundane assignment. The door opening behind me failed to grab my attention. When it closed again, I assumed that I was once again alone until two hands snaked around my waist and moved up to cup my tits.

  I gasped in horror and looked down in alarm. Ten beautifully manicured nails fondled my breasts. I turned around to face Daniella.

  "What...?" I started.

  "Don't say you haven't been thinking about this moment as much as I have," she scoffed,

  She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, gradually revealing peachy tits nestled in a black satin bra.

  "I liked it when you stood up for yourself earlier," she played idly with a slightly exposed nipple, "It really turned me on."

  I fought to lift my gaze from her cleavage. When I finally looked into her eyes, she glared at me and I let myself succumb to the horny frustration that had been building up inside me. I pushed her roughly back against the wall and kissed her. Our tongues entwined hungrily; her fingers were entangled in my hair. I pulled her breasts free from her bra and pinched her nipples, delighting in watching her face twist in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Breathlessly, she pulled away from me and lifted her skirt up to disclose fishnet stockings and French knickers.

  "Touch my pussy," she pleaded desperately. I walked towards her and kissed her fiercely, our teeth grazed against each other.

  "I'm the one in charge," I reminded her, "I want to watch you finger yourself."

  Without hesitation, Daniella deftly slipped a finger between her glistening labia and started to move it in and out. I stared at her, transfixed, dying to flick her clit with my tongue. But not yet. Now, it was her turn to wait.

  I decided to prolong the agony by stripping for her. I ripped my shirt open, losing several buttons, and uncovered my tits. Her hand moved faster against her pussy. She bit her lower lip.

  "Another finger," I commanded, drunk with the power I had over her. She obeyed; restraining a cry. I walked towards her and pushed my breasts in her face. Submissively, she sucked my nipples.

  "Another finger," I hissed.

  With an effort, she forced a third finger inside her engorged pussy. The pressure of her teeth on my nipples intensified. I bit back a scream. Annoyed that she had regained control, I bent down and licked her clitoris urgently, trying to synchronise my tongue with the rhythm of her fingers.

  "Just how long were you going to make me wait?"

  She ignored me, throwing her head back and driving her fingers deeper inside as she approached orgasm. I wanted to take her to the verge of climax and leave her there, wanting, but she looked so gorgeously rampant that I couldn't resist carrying on. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her own flavour, as she reached her goal. She leant back against the wall heavily, exhausted. Slowly, languorously, she slid her fingers out of her pussy and ran them up over her stomach and breasts, leaving a trail of shimmering juice. I buttoned my blouse as best as I could and smoothed my skirt down. Daniella didn't make any effort to tidy herself up. She remained where she was, resting against the wall with her hair in wild disarray and her legs thrown open recklessly. She lifted her pussy-soaked fingers towards her mouth, a sly smile on her face. Possessively, I snatched her hand and licked her fingers, savouring the musk of her on my tongue.

  I left her where she was and cleared my desk as casually as possible, basking in the curious expressions on my neighbours' faces. At last, I had become the inscrutable temp. By the time my desk was empty, Daniella still had not returned to her seat.

  "What have you done with Daniella?" Ingrid asked, "She's been gone for ages. Have you finally finished her off?"

  "Something like that," I replied.

  The End.

  Doubly Disappointed

  "Mind of a genius, body of a goddess," Erin mused to herself as she admired her naked body in front of her bathroom mirror. She had every right to be proud. With long brown hair, 36D breasts, wide childbearing hips and an ass that nicely countered her chest, she was indeed a beautiful specimen of womanhood and she knew it. Being a healthy woman in the prime of her child birthing years, she decided it was time to contribute her genes to the fu
ture.

  She was dating a good man named Michael whom was a loving person, good provider and attentive to her needs but he had a flaw: a genetic condition. Yes it was only appendicitis and could easily be corrected with surgery if the child she was carrying ever developed the inflammation but that wasn't good enough. Erin was genetically superior, a trait she knew was rare. The embryo growing inside her was flawed and nature was not kind to the genetically flawed. She didn't have this exquisite body and health because her ancestors had mated poorly.

  Micheal's genetics had seemed healthy when they met but that illusion had ended a few days ago when he suddenly fell ill and was taken to the hospital for emergency surgery. Erin was relieved that he was going to be okay but her hand was gently massaging her taut lower abdomen the entire time.

  Mike would only be in the hospital for three days and he would be protective of his embryo, so Erin knew she had to end the pregnancy quickly. After visiting him in his hospital room, and telling him everything would be fine, she headed to the local women's clinic and requested an immediate in-clinic abortion.

  A believer in natural selection and evolution, Erin marveled at how far humans had come from the time we had been monkeys in Africa. At that time, a female had to accept if she was pregnant by a lesser male and had little say of the evolutionary consequences of breeding. At least how we can change the tide in a better direction, she thought as she lay on her back and the doctor moved between her legs. While some women may find the idea of her womanhood open and exposed to total strangers to be invasive, Erin found it empowering to be in control. As for any moral questions? We were all just apes, after all. More advanced, yes but there wasn't such a huge genetic difference between humans and chimps. The creature being removed from her was just an ape, a foreign thing that had been put there and she wanted gone. The cannula was then inserted into her vagina and the suction began.