"Still married? Are you leaving me Roger?," I yelled.
"No Laurel, I just did not elaborate to Timothy my situation," explained Roger, "I just got so turned on by Timothy and started an affair."
I focused my gaze on Timothy. Timothy was very young, probably 19, no doubt a student of my husband's. He was blonde with piercing blue eyes and a six pack stomach. He stood there stark naked and I looked a his penis. His wasn't as long as Roger's, but it was still very impressive. It was 7 inches long and very thick. As I stared at Timothy's cock, I started to feel a wetness in my panties. I too, was falling victim to Timothy's sexuality. I decided that if my husband gets to play with him, then so do I.
I walked over to Timothy, took his dick in my hand and began to stroke it. He felt good in my hand and I wanted more, I wanted to taste him. I got on my knees in front of Timothy and licked his cock. I ran my tongue up and down the shaft, fully lubricating his member. As I proceeded with pleasuring Timothy, Roger was playing with himself. Sensing that it was okay for me to continue, I put Timothy's cock in my mouth.
I bobbed back and forth on his cock in order to make Timothy moan. I put my hands around his butt in order to pull myself closer to him. He gagged me with his dick and I kept bobbing up and down. I then pulled him closer so that his dick was down my throat. Timothy then began humping my face furiously as he continued to moan.
At this point, I became distracted as Roger yelled as he ejaculated on the floor. Seeing Roger get off triggered Timothy's orgasm. I sucked hard as Timothy shot his load down my wanting throat. As I withdrew Timothy's post orgasm dick from my mouth Roger embraced me. He then kissed me passionately and Timothy's cum was in my mouth and Roger's.
"I think I'm going to have to go now," Timothy hurriedly said. He was still in shock over the events of the afternoon and left without a word.
"I hope he comes back," I said to Roger, "I'm not finished.
Roger assured me, "Don't worry, he'll be coming back if he wants to pass French class."
The End.
The Roman's Bride
Britain, 450
After many attacks and wars, a truce was to be made with Romans and a Celtic tribe. It would be made by marriage. A centurion would wed the village leader's daughter. And peace would be made.
That bride would be Seren, and she was not pleased. Her father only wanted the best for his people. Romans were only known as cold hearted rutting dogs to the Celts. She combed her long blond hair, and dressed for the feast. Her maid, Edith, began to braid her hair.
"You must be pleased of this marriage, my dear." Edith began.
Seren frowned."No,I am rather against it."
"But a Centurion,he is likely to be wealthy. You will have a good life and a home to fill with babies."
Seren shuddered. Half Celt half Roman babies! The horror! In the mirror, she looked at herself, her attire was a dark purple gown with a lace up bodice, and she wore silver bangles. She hoped not to be man handled by those men. Romans had an insane amount of lust.
Her father had served a huge feast, along with loud music and dancing. The tables held roasted pheasant, roasted pig, clotted creams, leeks, fish with honey and herbs, fresh apples, and breads. The centurion stood beside her father. He was tall and dark. His hair was thick and curly and his eyes dark. His face was good looking, and when his eyes met hers, she felt her heart jump and warmth heat between her thighs. He had a strong and well toned body, she wanted to feel how strong he was. Other Roman men reached out to touch her body as she moved past the crowd. Seren fought to keep their hands off.
The centurion noticed and came before her and helped her get past the men and lewd comments.
She stiffened at his touch.
Her father seemed pleased with him as he drank his ale. Seren ran to him. "Father, please do not make me marry a Roman." She pleaded.
Her father smiled. "Now my girl, you should be pleased. You will be taken care of."
"And once the peace is over, I am killed."
"No, you will be secure. It has been vowed."
"I will not submit to him." Seren huffed. The centurion smiled at her. She fumed.
He came to her."Lady," He greeted."I am Justin Valerius."
She let him take her hand into his and the crowd cheered. It seemed this marriage would happen whether she liked it or not.
Justin kissed her hand, and she shivered at the warmth of his mouth on her skin. His eyes gleamed sinfully.
"Please,"She whispered.
He smiled and let her go, and the ceremony began.
Dim candle light filled the dark room of Justin's bed chamber. He carried his bride into the room and set her on the bed. She looked at him with bright green eyes and swallowed hard. He felt pity, knowing she barely knew him. She was tiny and very pretty, but not very young. Her father said she was nineteen summers, old enough to be a wife. Still, he was only a handful of years older than she.
"Your father wants me to take your virginity tonight, so the pact can't be taken back." He said softly.
She nodded."I understand."
"Please do not fight me. Let me make this good for us both."
She bit her bottom lip."I won't fight you, but I won't like it. "
"Very well, stand up."
She stood and he unlaced her bodice, revealing her full creamy breasts. He ran a fingertip around her pink nipples, making her shiver. Heat flooded her pussy. He rubbed her nipples and cupped her breasts in his hands.
"You are lovely, Seren." He said to her.
She let out a soft moan as he stripped the gown off her leaving her naked before him. He bent his head and nuzzled her neck, and kissed her collarbone. She pushed at his hard chest, and felt the muscles ripple under her palms. He was strong and could easily take her. He caught a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard making her cry out. He let his hands feel her soft body and felt his cock harden. She was a beauty and tasted so sweet.
Seren was in bliss, his mouth sucked and licked her nipples, and she grew wet."Please, stop..."
He looked at her. "I hurt you"?
'' No, but I want it over with."
Justin stood. She noticed his erection and stepped back."I warn you, it will hurt the first time."
"The only time."
He laughed at that."No, lady. You are to satisfy my desire, each night if I wish it."
She struggled from him yet his hand found her wet heat and she gasped. He grinned and pushed one finger in, making her tremble.
"You like that"? He asked. Then he found her clit and began to rub, she cried out.
Seren could barely think. This man was pleasuring her body. The enemy was trying to bring her bliss. She had no will to fight it.
"Let me feel you," She asked.
He pulled away and began to strip off his clothing, letting her look at his hard muscled body. She bit her lip, and pressed a palm to his hard chest. She felt his heart pounding and smiled. Her hands traveled down over his skin, feeling him. She ran her fingertips along his hard thick cock and he gasped. She ran a thumb over the tip. It was too much for Justin.
"Vixen." He pulled her against him and kissed her, tasting her. She rubbed her body against his, wanting more.
Justin pulled away and lay her on the bed, and was over her. Panting, she spread her legs and he rubbed his cock along her slit, making her purr.
"Please..." She whispered. "Do it."
Justin still rubbed, making her go wild. He began to suck and lick her nipples. She came hard, trembling. Justin waited no longer and thrust hard. She arched in pain, gasping. He hands fisted against his chest.
He stilled. "Easy, hold still."
"I can't,your too big...please..." She gasped.
Justin kissed her and held still, until she began to move her hips, feeling him. The pain had eased, but she was sore. Justin moved with her slowly then picked up the pace, she clawed at his back and arms.
"Are you alright"? He asked breathless.
"Sore but it feels
so good."
He smiled and ground his pelvic bone against her clit, she came again with soft cries. He followed, filling her womb with his hot cum.
After, they lay side by side, panting. Seren sighed and felt happy to have felt such bliss at last. Moving to his side, Justin kissed her forehead and looked down at her.
"This may not be so bad, Seren." He said softly."You are now lady of my house."
Seren shifted and winced at how sore she felt. She sat up slowly and cried out at seeing blood on her thighs. Justin got up.
"All virgins bleed the first time. It is alright." He came to her with a wet cloth and pressed it to her delicate folds. She shivered.
"I am sore,I am sorry." She bit her lip and blushed.
Justin liked how sweet she looked when she blushed. "You must be. We can rest this night and you can heal."
"When will you take me again"? Seren whispered.
Justin got in bed beside her. "When your body is ready." He said and pulled her to him and kissed her. "Do you fear me"?
She shook her head. "No." She said against his lips. She rather liked being held and kissed like this. It was unlike anything she had known.
As she fell asleep, Seren felt peace and contentment.
Letting his bride sleep, Justin got up at dawn and washed. He knew Seren would be worn out from last night. After washing and dressing he went into the kitchen to eat.
The cook had prepared a small feast for him and his new wife. Oats with honey, sugared pastries, fresh berries, thick bacon and some sweet wine. After eating, Justin carried a tray to his chambers for Seren. She was awake curled up against the pillows. His heart caught at seeing how lovely she was.
"I am famished." She smiled at him.
Justin was glad she was at ease with him. "I am glad, my cook prepared a nice meal."
As she ate the blankets fell down from around her and Justin felted his cock harden at seeing her breasts and navel. "What does your name mean"?
"It means 'star' in Celt." She told him.
With her golden hair it fit her well Justin decided. After she ate she sighed and fell back into the pillows.
"Why are you dressed already"? Seren asked. "We are allowed to stay in bed all day today."
"I am tempted to take you again." Justin shrugged. "And I don't want to hurt you."
Seren thought."Will it hurt or will I just feel pleasure from now on"?
He grew even harder."Pleasure."
"I see." She thought. She looked at her good looking husband and knew she wanted him again. Getting out of bed she walked to him and began to unlace his pants. Justin moaned as when he was freed into her small hand. "You want me." Not a question.
"Yes, Seren. I been wanting you since last night."
She stroked him and ran a fingertip over the blunt head. He drew away suddenly.
"Lay down," He told her as he undressed. She laid on the bed and he came over her and their mouths met. Seren moaned as he deepened the kiss. She was wet and ready for him already. Justin broke the kiss and looked at her. Her pretty green eyes were dazed. He thrust deeply and she whimpered. Her face showed bliss not pain. He began a slow rhythm letting her just feel and enjoy.
"It feels so good." She panted, meeting his every move.
"Better than last time"? Justin asked.
Seren nodded. She felt him reach between their bodies and he found her little nub of pleasure and began to rub it. She cried out and shattered around him. He thrust deep and hard as he spilled inside her. Panting, Justin moved off her and fell beside her on the bed.
Seren felt like her body was singing. So much bliss! And she wanted Justin again. And by the grin on his face, she knew he wanted her as well.
The End.
Office Mating
In a way, it's because of my wife's terrific sex drive that I'm having an affair right now. Things were going along just fine, and I was happily monogamous, until that Saturday afternoon when my wife just ¬had to have my cock. Maybe I'll use that as my defense if she ever finds out. "It's all the fault of your horny cunt!" I'll say. Or maybe not.
Make no mistake: I love my wife, and I love the fact that she's got a near-insatiable sexual apatite. Annie is an all-around gem of womanhood. Statuesquely tall, with a great figure, golden-tan skin and shining, curly black hair, she's a knockout by anyone's standards. She made good money doing part time modeling in her college days, and the intervening twelve years haven't diminished her beauty in the least. And she's smart and funny and a great companion and everything else that goes into making a perfect wife.
The other woman in my life is my co-worker Kate. Most people would say that she's not as attractive as my wife, but personally I don't feel compelled to rank women like that--to mentally line them up in order of their beauty the way school kids are lined up in order of height. There's more to the beauty of a woman than just how closely she approaches some abstract ideal of perfection. I didn't always feel that way, but being around Kate drove that truth home to me. She's about five foot three, has straight blonde hair, and is a little more roundly padded than today's anorexic standards of beauty claim is ideal. But Kate has a wonderful personality that just sparkles and fills her body and her face with life. She gives the impression that she accepts herself totally; that she loves her body and she expects you to do the same. She's beautiful and sexy because she acts beautiful and sexy.
Kate and I have been sharing an office for about two years. The building our company is in didn't have enough offices to fit our staff, so many of us double up. Kate and I get along really well, and almost from our first day of working together we engaged in a lot of good-humored flirting. We're both happily married, but flirting was fun and seemed harmless. At first, this was only verbal--lots of sexual joking around of the "that's what she said" variety.
Over time, things got a little more physical. We'd touch as we brushed past each other in our office, sometimes just casually, sometimes with a definite sexual playfulness. Kate seemed to like my butt, and after a while I couldn't turn my back on her within arms reach without getting an affectionate pat. Naturally, that gave me permission to return the complement in kind, and in that way things gradually escalated.
One day Kate was messing with a computer cable under her desk. She was down on her hands and knees, and her snug little skirt was stretched tight over her round ass. After she'd reconnected the cable, she stayed on her hands and knees and maneuvered so that her bottom was pointing straight at me. "Aw, darn it," she said, feigning annoyance. "Just look at this thing, David. Do you know what to do with one of these?" She wiggled her ass, just to make sure I knew what she was talking about.
"Let me take a look," I said, and squatted down behind her. "Hmm," I said thoughtfully. "Yeah, I think I know how to handle this." I knew what I was about to do was pushing the boundaries, but I couldn't stop myself. Getting down on the floor with her like this had been a mistake. The smell of her perfume and the sexy, incredibly female look of her in this bent-over position were making my head swim. I ran my hands up and over her buttocks, then reached forward until I had a hand on each of her hips. I gripped hard, holding onto her the way I'd hold a woman while fucking her doggy style.
Neither of us moved or spoke for a few moments. Then Kate said "Oh," very quietly, but still we just stayed frozen in place. My cock was rigid and throbbing in my pants, and the office was silent except for the sounds of our breathing.
"W-we have to stop," Kate finally said. We weren't really doing anything, but I knew what she meant.
"Yeah," I said, but I didn't move. I tightened my grip on her hips and pulled her back while simultaneously leaning my own body forward. The hard bulge in my pants bumped against what I calculated was the exact location of her cunt, hidden by a few layers of clothing. I held us like that, my crotch pressed hard against her ass and pussy.
"Oh," Kate said again, and then: "Oh fuck!"
I was wondering if I should take those words as an invitation, but just then
I looked up and saw someone walking past the glass door to our office. Although Kate was hidden by her desk, anyone looking in through that door would have seen me kneeling there like I was praying before the altar of a keyboard drawer. To say nothing of the fact that someone could come strolling into the office at any moment. Reality came crashing back in on me, and I let go of Kate's hips and stood up.
"Sorry," I said.
"No, don't be," she said with a smile as she got up herself. Then she took a deep breath and blew it out with a "Whew!" sound. "Hank sure is going to get some action tonight!" Hank is her husband's name. We both laughed. Kate looked down at the bulging front of my pants and raised her eyebrows. "And Annie too, I guess," she smirked.
After that experience we toned things down for a while, but our restraint didn't last. About a week later Kate was standing close to me as she put her jacket on at the end of the day. She seemed to be deliberately pushing her chest toward me, and when she reached her arm back I could see her nipples raising proud little bumps in her tightly stretched blouse and bra. Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was up, cupping her tit. Again the two of us froze, she with her arm half into her jacket sleeve. After a while Kate let her breath out with a sigh. "Jeeze," she said. "Welcome back to Junior High School, Kate. You're wetting your panties because a cute boy is copping a feel of your booby." This made us both laugh, and we separated and pulled ourselves together. Kate finished putting on her jacket. Just before she left she turned to me. "I'm going to be thinking about that while I fuck my spouse tonight. How about you?"
"Yup, same here," I said.
That's how Kate and I let ourselves go on playing with sexual fire. So far, the net result of our escalating flirtation had only been to spice up our respective marital sex lives, and there's nothing wrong with that, right? And we pretended to believe that it would never develop into anything more.
And maybe it wouldn't have, if it weren't for my wife being so sexy and having such a hungry pussy.
It was a Saturday, but I had to go in to work to get a project back on schedule. I was out of bed and dressed when Annie came down to the kitchen. I reminded her I was going in to work that day, and she pouted.
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