I take your hand, leading you away while you wipe your mouth on your wrist. There is a stairwell outside where I push you back on the stairs. I go down on you, eating you right through your little panties. And I take hold of your knees and spread you, gobbling your pussy through the soaking wet cotton, ravaging your hot, open gash through the saturated fabric. And I drive my tongue up into the hole where I'd had my fingers, sucking your swollen clit. When you are clinging to my head and trying to push my face up your hole, and when you are absolutely vibrating, I just peel your little panties aside and bury my tongue into the slop, eating at your ripe little button while your juices drip from my chin. And when you are spent and shaking, I lap at you softly, cleaning your thighs and licking the juice from your beautiful, quivering skin while you stroke my hair affectionately.
Your mouth is hot and I can taste my mates’ cum, but I lift and kiss you passionately. And my dick is solid and aching but I want to wait until we get home….
We only live around the corner after all.
Lady of the House
Jake found himself just staring at the television screen. He could feel the guy watching. His eyes were fixed on Melissa's legs, and Jake sat there struggling with the worst, yet most incredible feeling he had ever experienced.
He had been married to Melissa for just over three years. She was twenty-two and he was twenty-four. They had taken a job as caretaker/host of a boarding house for an interstate trucking company. It wasn't really a boarding house though – more of a stopover for the drivers turning around on their runs between the two company depots. They had been working there for about three weeks while the company had been closed for a summer break. It was the first night they actually had guests, and the one guy who had stayed late watching TV was about forty, and heavily built and almost bald. He was sitting in a lounge chair sort of beside and a little forward of the lounge, and he was examining Jake’s wife's bare legs.
She had dosed off with her head resting upon Jake’s chest, and as he stared at the television screen he felt his fingers moving as if of their own volition. They brushed gently and very slowly up behind his wife's thigh. And he just rested his hand there while the guy watched TV and, from time to time, glanced around.
Jake waited anxiously for about ten minutes before he began gently stroking again, and he gradually worked his fingertips beneath the hem of Melissa’s little nightdress, inching under the soft fabric and slowly working upward until he felt the thin band of elastic around her hip.
His heart pounded as he followed the edge of it, gathering the light skirt away, and he stared at the television screen, sweat beginning to seep from his forehead as he felt the guy's head turn. And he felt Melissa's fingers tighten, pressing into his thigh as he sensed the trucker's eyes lift and focus on his.
Jake then began fondling Melissa's leg with an absent pretence – his mind whirling but his eyes remaining fixed upon the television screen. And when his gaze lowered, he slipped his hand along the front of her leg, rubbing back and forth, gently, but applying a little pressure when he touched her knee – pushing against it.
He knew she was awake, and he could feel her flesh trembling. He gently stroked along her thigh then back to her knee, pressing again and feeling her resistance before stroking upward again.
Her legs were folded together and the guy could only see her little panties from behind.
Jake moved lower again and pressed only softly, but enough that she knew. Her fingers dug into his thigh again but he held and her leg shifted slightly – her thighs parting – and his erection throbbed as the guy leaned forward for a look in between them.
Jake then moved his hand up to his wife's waist and continued to gently caress. He stole a glance to find that the hem of her nightie was gathered, and he saw the little pink triangle between her legs with the soft fabric furrowed up between them, but he quickly diverted his gaze when the trucker turned to have another look.
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That night Jake and Melissa fucked three times before falling asleep, and next morning Jake lay in bed listening to Melissa and the trucker chatting and laughing in the kitchen. The guy was to be leaving early and she had gotten up to serve breakfast. Jake couldn't make out everything they were saying but he heard the guy ask about her tan lines.
"No, there are some things I can't wear at the moment," Melissa responded, her giggle carrying a hint of embarrassment.
"Why not go topless then?" the guy asked "That's a nice little set of tits."
"Shut up," Melissa complained but she was still giggling.
"You know us guys only go to the beach for a look don't you? And you really should look after us a bit," the driver pressed with his tone playful, but there was a hint of authority in it.
There was silence then, and Jake’s heart thumped. He listened intently and made out their voices speaking in low tones as he moved to the bedroom door.
"It's not that I'm too shy. It's just that I'm a married woman and it wouldn't be right," Melissa was explaining.
"What if your husband didn't mind us guys seeing you?" the trucker pressed.
"You wish," Melissa replied lightly, her voice rising and her warm little laugh firming Jake’s dick again.
Her nightie was on the end of the bed, so he peered around the edge of the door to see what she was wearing. The kitchen was in an open living area downstairs. He saw the driver sitting at the table finishing his meal. Melissa was out of sight, but she stepped into view carrying a cup of coffee, which she placed on the table in front of the guy. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples were poking at the tight little white tank top she was wearing.
"Don't," she complained, catching his wrist as he tried to feel her up, but she was smiling and she didn't immediately move away. "Stop it," she uttered in protest and giggled as his big hand covered her breast. Then his arm folded around her as she turned, and he pulled her onto his lap.
"Just a little peep," the guy whispered, and Melissa pushed feebly at his wrist as he lifted the front of her top.
"Don't," she uttered again, wriggling and trying to slip from his lap as he folded her top up.
She had managed to pry herself from his grasp but her tits were completely exposed, poking from beneath her top as she held his wrists away and tried to stop him from groping up under her little skirt.
Her supple young breasts were pure white, her nipples dark and erect, and as she bent to try to move her body from his reach, they swayed and bobbled about. Jake saw his wife's eyes close as she suddenly caught her breath. The guy's hand was pressing firmly up beneath her skirt and her hand was clutching the back of his chair as she leant into him.
"You like that, don't you?" the older man suggested, massaging firmly up into her.
Melissa looked away.
Jake watched her intently. One of his wife’s hands was gripping the chair for support as her legs parted, the other releasing the guy's wrist and going to his shoulder as his mouth opened over her breast and sucked half of it in. And with his free hand he folded her skirt up in front and then Jake could clearly see that he had fingers up her. He had stretched her panties aside and had worked at least two of them inside of her.
Jake’s wife stood still, her eyes closed, her hips arching, and the trucker's thick fingers moving in and out of her. And as Jake prepared to watch the old trucker fuck Melissa, the front door opened and she hurriedly straightened her clothes as three guys clambered into the living room. They were laughing and chatting amongst themselves, tossing their overnight bags aside as they made their way to the table.
Melissa's face was bright red as she watched the guy licking his fingers. She fumbled with the cutlery, setting places for the other three before disappearing back into the kitchen.
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Jake was kind of relieved when that guy left. “I don’t know about this,” he said to Melissa, watching from the front door as the truck drove away.
“Oh, but why?” she replied, cuddling up to his chest.
“We’ve been reading all the stories…. I thought you wanted to try it?”
“Yeah, but are you sure you want to? You don’t have to, you know? If you want to stop, you just have to say.”
“I know,” Melissa cooed. “I’ll say so if it gets too scary or anything. And we can always look back later and say we tried it – letting other men have me.” She kissed Jake’s lips. “I’ll always be dying of curiosity if I never try it with other guys. After reading about it so much!”
“Yeah, I guess,” Jake conceded. He had been the one to start with the stories about swinging and wife sharing. He was still curious too. “Okay, let’s see what happens,” he said.
They didn't see much of each other at all that day. Melissa went shopping and he mowed the lawn.
The three new guys slept and left mid-afternoon, and just on dinnertime another two arrived. One of them was about fifty with long grey hair and a beer gut and the other was about Jake and Melissa’s age. He was tall and well built. He didn’t look like a trucker and it turned out that he was just catching a ride with the older guy.
Melissa fixed their meals and disappeared into the bathroom for an hour while Jake chatted with them over a few beers. There was a football game on TV so they settled in to watch it.
Finally Melissa returned, brushing her wet hair, and she settled in front of her husband on the floor with her bare legs extending and the guys looking her over immediately. Jake was sitting in one of the lounge chairs and the two men were both on the lounge. Their eyes were mostly focused on his wife though, and his heart thumped.
Her scent was beautiful. The soft fragrance of her bath filled the room.
Jake reached down and began gently working her shoulders. She had on a light, nylon gown which ended mid-thigh, and her nipples were poking firmly at it as he moved the fabric across them. The gown was loosely tied in front and as he leaned forward he could see her bare breasts clearly.
She seemed to sense him looking down too, and her hand closed around his ankle, so he began working the light fabric, parting it between her breasts, and he soon had it so that the guys were paying almost undivided attention. The gown held at her waist but it had slipped to be just clinging to her nipples and brushing them as Jake kneaded her shoulders.
"Any chance of a coffee?" the older guy asked after a while.
"Sure!" Melissa replied, smiling, and she got up to get it.
There was a coffee table against the wall which she brought over, placing it between the two men, and their eyes widened as she bent in front of them. The coasters were on the TV, and she then bent again as she placed them on the table, carefully positioning them while the men both craned their necks.
She left for a moment, returning from the kitchen with a dishcloth, and again bending in front of the two guys. And their eyes focused on her tits once more while she wiped the table.
"You missed a bit," the young guy smiled as she stood, and her face flushed
Then Jake looked on as his wife bend over again. This time the two men blatantly watched her gown part, but her hand went to her breast, causing them both to chuckle.
"Not fair," the young guy smiled.
Melissa hurried away and returned shortly with a tray. Jake hadn't met the gaze of the two men and pretended to be absorbed with the football game, but when Melissa stepped in front of the lounge he turned to watch.
There was nothing said this time, but they both sat forward. Melissa's face was bright red as she leaned right over in front of them.
"How many sugars?" she asked the young guy, and she measured two spoons into his cup, her eyes lowering as she slowly stirred his coffee.
"Just one," the older guy said, and they both examined her tits while she slowly stirred the other cup.
"There are some biscuits," Melissa said sweetly as she stood holding the tray.
"That's all right," the older guy replied, standing and taking the tray from her. "You sit down and I'll find them," he added. And he took her hand and she guided her to a seat.
He took the tray as far as the dining table and returned to sit beside Melissa, shuffling her to the middle of the lounge, and Jake’s cock firmed.
"Are you alright there?" the older man asked, and Melissa uttered something indistinguishable in reply.
Both men finished their coffee quickly. Jake stole a glance into his wife's eyes. Her face was still bright red.
"Thanks. That was very nice," the older guy stated, placing his cup on the table. And his big hand closed over Melissa's knee.
The younger guy stared at the TV and Jake tried to watch out of the corner of his eye.
"That's a pretty gown," he heard in a low murmur, and his wife said thanks.
"You right there, Andy?" the older guy then asked, and Andy nodded.
Jake sat transfixed, his heart pounding and his erection almost painful. The older guy's name was Darren, and it wasn't long before he saw Darren's hand move. It slipped back onto Melissa's knee and then it was moving back and forth.
Jake felt the old trucker’s eyes upon him for a moment, but he didn't look around.
"This is all right isn't it, buddy?" he asked, his low, deep voice lifting the hair on the back of Jake’s neck as he turned and nodded.
The old trucker then turned to Melissa and his hand went straight up her gown. Her legs parted and a gasp escaped upon her breath as her body arched.
"Fuck, she's wet!" he said to Andy, and Melissa peered up at the younger guy. Her eyes were wide and her legs were slightly apart. Jake could see then that she had no panties on, and when Darren stopped fingering for a moment to lift her leg over his lap, Jake also noticed that his wife had shaved her pussy.
"Have you got any rubbers?" Darren asked his young friend.
"In my bag," Andy replied and started to stand.
"No," Melissa uttered. "Not with one of them," she added and peered from one man to the other.
"Are you sure, love?" Darren asked softly, his fingers still filling her.
"Uh huh," Melissa uttered, her voice catching in her throat as Darren's fingers searched up inside of her. "You don’t need to use condoms," she breathed.
Darren had left her pussy again. He'd left it wide open and dripping on the lounge cushion. Andy sat there staring at it and Darren untied her gown. "Let's have a look at these little titties, okay?" he said, peeling the fabric away. And Melissa peered down at herself then back up at Andy.
Andy cupped her chin and covered her mouth with his while he reached down and slid a finger up her.
Melissa's body arched again, and her leg moved across Andy's lap. Her tits were bare and Darren started sucking on one while he also reached for her opening. Jake then sat watching the two men finger his wife. Their hands were backing against one and other as their fingers prodded up inside of her. Her juices were everywhere. Her arms were slung over the back of the lounge. Her tits wobbled and bounced, and they were covered in saliva. And Darren was tearing at his pants.
Suddenly he had his old cock out and he just shoved it up beneath Melissa and drove it into her.
Andy then stood and Melissa was turned over. She had one leg on the lounge and the other extended to the floor. Her hips were lifted and Darren pumped her from behind. The guy’s pants fell to his ankles, and Jake watched his old balls slap against his wife. His thrusts were firm and powerful, his body tense. Then he held with his balls contracting, and Jake knew right then that his wife was being flooded with cum.
Darren thrust again, and then one more time – holding firmly up inside of her and then collapsing on top of her with his old dick slurping from her and dripping on the floor.
He rolled off, leaving her sprawled half on the lounge and half on the floor. The lips of her pussy were swollen and his cum was seeping from them. She stood, her gown hanging from her elbows, her hand closing over her opening as she turned to her husband.
"Your turn," Darren grinned up at Andy.
Melissa looked to the younger guy.
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nbsp; "You don't have to," he uttered. His face had reddened.
"Do you want to?" Melissa replied, and he nodded.
"Not in front of everyone though," he went on.
Melissa was then led upstairs and Jake turned the TV off. It was silent, and after a while he heard a bed squeaking and bumping against a wall. It went for just a few minutes and it was silent again. About half an hour later though, he heard it once more, and he crept up stairs and looked in.
Darren was again fucking Melissa. He had her wrists pinned above her head and he was on top of her, driving into her solidly.
Jake went to bed and listened most of the night. His wife had been fucked five times when he went to sleep, and in the morning he stopped at the bedroom door and watched the guys leaving. Melissa was there and Andy kissed her cheek and went outside. Darren stood in front of her and he opened her gown. Her hands lifted to his in protest but he held it open and looked her over.
"What?" Melissa uttered, trying to smile.
"We've got a few minutes while he checks the rig over," he said, leading her back to the lounge.
"But I'm sore," she complained feebly.
"I just want to cum in your mouth," Darren said, sitting back and looking up at her.
She stood in front of him, her gown open and her pussy red, one of her tits exposed. He tugged at her hand.
Melissa hesitated, peering around at the open front door, and then she knelt between the old guy’s legs. She fumbled with his fly and released his cock. Jake saw clearly as she opened her mouth and sucked it in – her head bobbing up and down while Darren just leant back watching her.
After a few minutes Melissa looked up with her hand still working the trucker’s stiff old penis. "Please don't hold back," she said sweetly, turning to check the open door again. As she lowered and took his cock in her mouth, another guy stepped through the doorway, followed by another.
They both stopped, transfixed. And just then Melissa was still with a little frown creasing her forehead as Darren ejaculated in her mouth.
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