Subject: Two for the Price of One
Story Codes: MF Fmm mm oral adultery exhib voy
Diary Date: April 12, 2012
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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I may have lost the bet but in the end I think I was the winner.
Comparing the story codes to the rest of my diary should be enough to
tell you that this was quite an unusual experience for me.
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Games and Bets
Chapter 2 - Ethics & Principles
Chapter 3 - Setting the Stage
Chapter 4 - Steve Makes Arrangements For His Fantasy
Chapter 5 - Getting Started in the Jacuzzi
Chapter 6 - Back In the Room
Chapter 7 - Unexpected Pairing
Chapter 1 - Games and Bets
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Everyone plays games whether they admit it or not. Some games are for
entertainment, some are competitive, others are imbedded in the way we
live. Although most games are played for fun, some of them can be
downright cruel.
Every game includes a bet whether intended or not. The bet may be
financial, as in casino games or a friendly Friday night poker game. The
bet may be just be for personal honor like when playing a board game of
Monopoly or Clue. Sometimes a game may be played with some sort of
personal act at stake. In general the loser is required to do something
agreed upon at the beginning of the game, typically NOT something they
would have done otherwise and usually they would have preferred NOT to
do.
Every girl learns to play games when she reaches puberty and discovers
that simply by letting Mother Nature take her course she gains the power
to make boys do just about anything she wants. It may be something as
simple and innocent as pretending to pout when her father threatens to
ground her only to find he can't resist his little girl’s sad face. At
school she learns that boys argue over who gets to carry her books just
so she will smile at them. All it takes to have a boy eager to pay for
movies and food is to wear a short skirt and a tight tank top, preferably
without a bra. All it takes is the smallest of hints that she MIGHT give
a guy a blowjob and he’ll do anything she asks... and more.
When it comes to games, it’s not just buys that are the target for
maturing girls. What girl hasn’t played the classic game of Truth or
Dare at some point or another? Usually it starts out as a way to express
“dark secrets” about who she wants to kiss or some other innocent idea.
As girls grow older, the calls for “Truth” tend to shift towards “Dare”
as a means of exploring their budding sexuality. Just ask how many girls
experienced their first kiss with another GIRL rather than a boy and you
might be surprised at the answer (or maybe not...). Of course for the
vast majority there was no overt sexual attraction but that didn't mean
for a few there was, even if the girl opposite her wasn't aware of it at
the time.
Perhaps one of my favorite games when I was a young teenager (and still
today) was flirting. It’s easy to play and it seems I am always the
“winner” but that’s because as the girl I set the rules. Looking back I
don’t exactly remember the first time I consciously flirted with sexual
intent. I’m not talking about when I was little and all I had to do was
look sad or beg to get my way. No, I mean making a concerted effort to
appeal sexually to a man with no intent whatsoever to allow him to do
anything more than what I absolutely had to in order to get what I
wanted.
Way back when I was still in grade school I would visit my dad’s office.
Starting around seventh grade I began to notice that some of the men were
started to look at me at little differently. Well, not so much looking
at ME as at my legs and butt. It might have had something to do with
that fact that in the heat of summer I usually wore high-cut shorts and
tight little tank tops or skinny tube tops that showed off lots of
midriff and even a little of my bottom when I bent over. While there
wasn’t certainly all that much on top to show off, there was plenty of
leg and the outline of my bottom for the guys that were into preteens -
which includes a lot more guys than most men like to admit.
While my mom was certainly to “blame” for buying me the outfits, in
retrospect I think it was my dad that got more of a kick out of me
teasing the poor guys at the office. He was the one who would suggest
when I was wearing shorts that were cut a little higher or wear a tank
top that I’d outgrown the year or more before that I pick up something
off the floor when someone was with us. At first I didn't understand why
he was asking me to do such silly things but when I finally figured it
out I made it a point not to bend my knees and do other things to show
off as much as possible. I could tell from the way he looked at me that
it made my dad proud of me when other men looked at me which only made me
want to do it all the more.
As I got older I did all these things on my own without the need for any
encouragement from my mom and dad. Indeed, as the song goes it doesn’t
take long for most girls to learn “how to open doors with just a smile”.
I’d go to the mall with my cousin or a friend like Beth and we’d have
contests to see who could get the most looks or who could be the most
daring or naughty. The prize was simply bragging rights but the
competition sometimes became quite heated.
To be perfectly honest, I usually didn’t win those contests but it wasn't
always my fault. Like when I would go to the mall with Beth, she would
always win because her boobs were years ahead of most girls our age.
Being firm and perky and her being just a young teen she could easily get
away without wearing a bra, at least in terms of needing support. My
cousin Kristi usually beat me out simply because she was more outgoing
than me, and just about anyone else for that matter. The little slut had
absolutely NO shame and was NEVER embarrassed or shy, regardless of what
we would dare her to do. Still, even without “winning” I had lots of fun
just playing the games.
As our hormones began to take over the innocence of our games began to
fade away. For instance after we each learned that the others were
masturbating it wasn't long before even that became a contest where we
would see which of us could get off the fastest. Finally I found
something I could do better than either my cousin or BFF!
One of the games I played with Steve when we first started dating and
having sex was what I liked to call “Never Say No”. Actually the game
was his idea and I just named it. For some reason it seemed I was always
the one at the receiving end. What I mean is that we would go out on a
date and at the start I would solemnly promise that for the entire date I
would do ANYTHING he asked, no questions and without hesitation. There
were a few times Steve pushed the line but he was respectful enough of me
to never ask me to do anything he knew would hurt me or embarrass me. I
suppose it helped that he knew that if he did then that would be the last
time we played.
When I lost Steve because his mom was transferred to California, “Never
Say No” was off the table because the guys I was dating weren’t
trustworthy enough for me to take the risk. Of course I COULD always say
no but then that would spoil the game. It wasn’t until after I started
having sex with my dad that I finally had someone again I trusted and
respected enough to submit myself for an entire evening. Sometimes we
played at home, sometimes we would go shopping or to a movie or dinner.
I think perhaps the best was at church where his imagination really came
to life. As my Aunt Linda the realtor always says, “Location, location,
location.”
When Steve and his mom moved back to Pittsburgh a couple of years ago and
we started dating (eventually marrying last fall) I had my old game
partner back and we quickly resumed the fun. The difference of course
being we were ten years older so the demands became more risky but
considering I trusted Steve enough to marry him, submitting myself to him
for an evening wasn’t hard at all.
As far as flirting and other games, I still love to play them. One
difference now between being a teenage slut and now being a 27 year-old
wife and teacher is that the innocence is pretty much put aside in favor
of more “entertaining” possibilities. Face it, I can't get away with as
much at my age now as I could back in high school when it was “cute”.
Something else different now than when we first dated is that Steve LOVES
to watch me have sex with other men. Since getting married we’ve become
immersed in the local swapping scene which provide him with plenty of
opportunities to see me getting it on with a strange guy.
When it comes to games today, as a rule I try to avoid making too many
bets, especially when the penalty for losing is some sort of crazy sexual
behavior. Now that I’m older it opens the door to a lot more
possibilities, not all of which are my favorite things to do or even
things I feel comfortable doing. When you play these sort of games and
make crazy bets, anything can happen and without a strong moral compass
and set of ethics and principles, you can easily get lost.
Chapter 2 - Ethics & Principles
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Over the years I’ve pontificated in various articles and diary entries
about my ethics and moral principles so I’m not going to talk much about
them except how they are relevant to what happened.
Because I HAVE said so much in print about how I feel about a wide range
of various issues - adultery, masturbation, incest, underage sex, etc.,
it leaves me fairly exposed. As I have grown up many of those feelings
have changed or even been completely thrown out. Personally, I think
that’s just a normal part of life. Everyone changes their mind about
things, just watch the elections!
The key for me is that there are certain core principles and ethics that
can NEVER change. It’s sort of like how I feel about churches and
religions. I don't care if you’re into full immersion or sprinkling,
hands over the head or on your lap, dancing in the aisles or sitting
stoically. People make way to much about RELIGION and not enough about
GOD. So long as you believe Jesus died for your sins and that you have
to confess your sins and be saved, what difference does it matter how you
do it?
For me it’s the same when it comes to sex and its related issues. So
long as you respect other people and cause no harm, all the rest is just
filler if you ask me. I’ve taken a lot of heat for some of the changes
I’ve made in my thoughts about issues like underage sex and adultery. As
I have gained experience and matured it’s only natural that I have
different perspectives on many issues. However, I have NEVER changed my
core principles. Thus while I may change my definition of adultery, I
have NOT changed my position against cheating which unlike the physical
act of adultery, causes direct harm to your spouse. Similarly, I may
have broadened my definition of what constitutes acceptable underage sex,
but I have NOT changed my position against child abuse.
In other diary entries I’ve written about my feelings about submission
and compromise. To repeat the most important take-away, I feel VERY
strongly that a daughter should submit to her father and a wife to her
husband - but only using the biblical meaning of submission. This is one
core principle I can never change. Because of that, I’ve had to make
compromises in other ethical positions about which I’m not so adamant.
There is a difference between PREFERRING something was a certain way and
REQUIRING it to be that way. So while I freely admit to changing my
preferences over the years, I’d like to think I’ve remained true to my
core requirements.
One of those “battles” between my preferences and requirements has been
related to sex with underage partners. By this I mean anyone under
eighteen (although the legal age of consent varies between states). For
most of my life, at least after I turned eighteen, I considered this to
be wrong and unethical.
My mother was the primary influence on me regarding this issue. She was
always adamant that adults having sex with underage kids was the
equivalent of them buying alcohol and giving it to a teenager. On the
other hand, my father loved the idea but in deference to my mother, he
restricted such sexual relationships to his daughter and nieces.
Actually this satisfied my mother on two fronts. There was the underage
thing which was OK with her so long as it was restricted to incest. Sex
within the family fell under s totally different statute so far as my mom
was concerned. Not only was incest NOT considered “underage sex” (from a
philosophical perspective), it also didn't qualify as adultery, another
area where she was firmly convinced was immoral and unethical.
As I got older and began to form my own thoughts and opinions, I came to
realize that some of my mother’s “unbreakable” rules were really more
preferences on her part. By remaining immovable without hope of
compromise, her stands on these two issues eventually led to my parents’
divorce. When my youngest cousin turned eighteen my father had to deal
with going cold turkey. After having indulged himself for the past ten
years or so, it turned out to be more than he could do.
It didn't help that my mother’s sister was actively involved in a private
organization that not only promoted swinging and swapping, but also had a
VERY private offshoot that enabled underage sex parties. My dad, being a
typical man with addiction issues to porn and pedophilia, couldn't
control himself leaving my mother with no choice (or at least no choice
in her mind) but to divorce him.
When I married Steve I realized he already had some of the same
addictions as my father, or at least the early warning signs. I knew he
loved porn but then how many men don't? What was difficult to deal with
was when I learned about his leaning towards pedophile activities, the
same as my father. Seeing how this type of behavior tore my parents’
marriage apart, I knew I had to deal with it or else not get married. As
Steve’s wife I would have to submit to him which meant having to deal
with his addictions.
Fortunately I have a loving and totally wonderful husband. While at
times it’s like he can’t resist involving me, for the most part we have
agreed to a “don’t ask, don’t tell” arrangement where he goes off with my
dad and aunt (and sometimes my cousin) leaving me home to enjoy myself in
whatever ways I prefer. Such an arrangement may not work for every
marriage but so it’s been perfect
Chapter 3 - Setting the Stage
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So why bother with all that stuff? Well, I felt that I needed to set the
stage for the events that happened on this day so that people would
understand why I did what I did and that it wasn't some spur of the
moment crazy thing where I supposedly threw out all my morals and
principles. Maybe a bit of self-indulgence but there you go...
What got things started was a recent series of e-mails between me and an
on-line friend of mine that I first met over five years ago. Like me,
she is an incest daughter but in her case it involves a lot more people
both in her own family and with outside friends. Some of the e-mails
dealt with the thirteen year-old daughter of a close friend of hers who
had been sexually active with her family for over a year now. Trust me,
it’s an EXTREMELY complicated situation!
To make matters short, Candy, the daughter we were discussing, had a
close friend Tracy who was also having sex with her twin brothers. So
far Tracy had resisted having sex with Candy’s dad because she hadn’t had
sex yet with her own dad. The husband of the woman I was e-mailing would
have loved to fuck Tracy as he has been doing Candy for over a year now.
Unfortunately like Candy’s dad his dreams had also been thwarted because
Tracy hadn’t had sex with her dad. Apparently it was perfectly fine with
Tracy to fuck Candy’s twin brothers (one of which was her boyfriend) as
well as the boyfriends of some of their friends but she drew the line at
older men. Go figure.
We continued to exchange letters about the situation and she told me how
frustrating it was for the older men not to be able to fuck Tracy.
Knowing my own dad and husband’s reactions to such temptations I could
just imagine their lust for this hot little thirteen year-old slut,
especially after seeing her having sex with the younger boys. Based on
how things were playing out, I had my doubts that they ever would get
that chance as Tracy’s dad wasn’t showing any signs of being interested
in having sex with his daughter.
Eventually I found it becoming a bit silly to even talk about Tracy as it
seemed it was always the same story - no sex with the other fathers
because she wasn't doing it with her father. Well, since it seemed that
she never would, what was the point in discussing such things? As a way
to diplomatically shut down the conversation, I “bet” my on-line friend
that if her husband ever fucked Tracy (regardless of whether or not she
ever did her own dad), then I would grant my husband one wish by which he
could ask me to do ANYTHING he wanted.
Now that may sound like not much of a bet considering I claim to submit
to my husband totally when it comes to anything sexual but it’s really
much more serious than it may appear. The only reason I can submit
totally without question to my husband and father during sex is because I
trust them implicitly that they will NOT ever ask me to do anything they
know I really don’t want to do.
So what is on my “no” list? Actually not a lot but what IS there is
important to me. Things like anal sex, extreme BSDM, watersports or
anything to do with that type of thing, snuff, child abuse, anything that
would get me arrested.
Now those are the flat out “NO” items. In addition there are also the
things I PREFER not to do. While I can sometimes be talked into them,
they are not the type of stuff that anyone who respects me and loves me
would ask me to do except under certain conditions. We’re talking about
stuff like underage sex, mild BSDM, etc.
When it comes to anal sex, what can I say? I know, I know... so many
people claim to love it but not me. The idea of something up my poop
chute grosses me out and just the thought of licking someone there
positively sickens me. Even if someone does somehow fuck me or lick me
there, that eliminates any further oral or vaginal contact with that part
of them until they clean up and disinfect themselves. Anal sex is the
one thing that my dad and husband NEVER ask me because they know how
strongly I feel about it.
On the “not preferred list” I mentioned underage sex. It use to be on
the “NO” list until I married a pedophile but even so, while there are
the occasional times my dad or husband DO ask me it’s only for really
special circumstances. To be clear, it’s not that I don’t enjoy it and
indeed, I even look forward to it after they ask but in my heart I feel
it’s wrong and I usually feel terribly guilty afterwards.
My on-line friend is well aware of my hang-ups and indeed, she has often
encouraged me and even pushed me to allow my guys to fuck me in the ass
and to go with them to their underage family parties. So far I’d
resisted her shenanigans for the most part but admittedly at times it’s
hard. Thus I knew when we made the bet that she was counting on me
losing and having to give in to one or more of my taboo subjects.
While I knew she would jump at the bait, I felt I was pretty safe. We’d
been discussing Tracy’s situation for what seemed like ages and there had
been no major changes so I figured that the odds of anything serious ever
happening were practically nil making it a safe bet so far as I was
concerned.
For a while my plan seemed to be working as the subject was minimized.
Then one day the impossible happened. In my in-box was a long e-mail
describing the details which I won’t go into here but suffice to say that
by some miracle Tracy had been fucked by her dad! My friend triumphantly
informed me of the new situation, including how her own husband was then
finally able to fuck both of the thirteen year-olds. Her message was
clear - PAY UP!
Until now I’d never mentioned the bet to Steve. First, there was no
point as I assumed that it would never happen (yeah right). Second, I
didn't need to put such thoughts in his head needlessly as who knew where
it might lead to. Finally, as a rule Steve wasn’t interested in my on-
line friends, claiming I was wasting my time with such thing.
Seeing as I had to find a way to tell him about my bet, I let my husband
read some of the other e-mails. As I mentioned, Steve usually has no
interest in my on-line affairs so he wasn't too thrilled when I asked him
to read but then when he was about half-way through the e-mail trail his
eyes widened and the ramifications of what he was reading hit home.
“ANYTHING?”
I could see from the naughty smirk on his face as he looked up from the
screen that he was intrigued. I just nodded ruefully in response.
“You mean like no limits, no boundaries... ANYTHING?”
OK, so now he was getting melodramatic. The point was made so why string
it out? He wasn't about to be stopped that easily though. Such an
opportunity was rare... as in never happened before, so he was determined
to savor the moment.
“And you promise not to bargain, trade, negotiate or hesitate one bit?”
he continued, “And I can even ask for anal sex?”
Well now he seemed to proposing his plans, teasing me to see how I might
react and whether or not I was really serious.
“I’ll have to think about this one for a while,” he said with a tease to
his tone, “Sort of like my own personal genie except I only get one wish
so I want it to be a good one.”
While I had been worried about where this might lead to, if there was one
good thing about this entire exchange it was that it seemed to excite
Steve to where he was now super horny.
I like it when my husband gets super horny! I like even more what he
does to me when he gets that way...
Chapter 4 - Steve Makes Arrangements For His Fantasy
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Steve never mentioned anything about his plans for the next couple of
days. Somehow I resisted the urge to ask him anything as I knew there
was no way he could have forgotten. Steve may be forgetful about a lot
of things, like taking out the garbage or picking up things at the store,
but when it comes to anything about sex he has a photographic memory.
The things he comes up with sometime amaze me. It’s like he can list
every blowjob I’ve ever given him - time, location and where he came!
Whatever Steve was plotting I assumed would take place on a weekend.
Doing anything on a week night other than Friday wouldn’t give a lot of
time as we both had to work the following morning. Thus once I went to
work on Monday morning I felt relatively “safe” from any surprises for
the rest of the week.
What’s that saying about what happens when you assume something...?
Thursday afternoon was no different than most as my classes came to an
end and I drove home. I was feeling a little tired and looking forward
to Friday coming and going so the weekend would arrive. After a
wonderfully warmer than normal March, the weather was back to a normal
April which meant cold, damp and rainy. Sitting in the car in my work
clothes, for once I was almost happy to be wearing a long dress as it
kept my legs warmer than having them exposed to the nasty weather.
Unfortunately even the cold and damp didn't help make a case when it came
to the discomfort of having to wear a bra and panties all day. At least
I’d be home soon and out of them!
When I pulled into our apartment parking lot I was surprised to see
Steve’s truck. Normally I was home for at least an hour or two before
him so my first thought was that something must be wrong. Was he sick?
Oh my god, he didn't lose his job, did he?
Hmmmmmm, maybe he was plotting something?
I stepped into the apartment, bracing myself for a potential surprise
greeting.
Nothing.
Hmmmmmm, now where the heck was my hunky hubby? The apartment was almost
deadly quiet and for a moment my heart stopped. Was he OK? Had he come
home and passed out on the bed? Was something wrong? If he was home
then why hadn’t he called out to me?
Setting down my purse and coat on a chair by the door, I kicked off my
heels and called out, announcing that I was home but there was no answer.
It’s not like our apartment was all that big. While we’d been offered
free housing by both my Aunt Linda and Steve’s mom, I wasn’t thrilled
about either option. While my aunt was now living with my dad, my cousin
Kristi was still living in her old house and while I dearly love my
cousin I really didn't feel the need to deal with her and my husband
every day! As for staying with Marlene, she’s my mother-in-law so what
more do I need to say? I love her dearly but live with her? No.
I turned into the bedroom and almost jumped as there he was. Steve was
sitting on the bed with a small overnight bad next to him, grinning from
ear to ear like a cat who’d just had an entire pet store of canaries.
He’d already changed from his uniform into something more casual - jeans
and a long-sleeved dress shirt.
“Ready to go?”
I just stared at him and crossed my arms as I assumed my best “What the
hell are you talking about?” stance.
“Let’s go girl. Get out of that granny outfit and let’s hit the road.”
Yeah, Steve absolutely HATED my work clothes. For that matter he pretty
much hated most any outfit that covered me more than necessary to keep
from being arrested for indecent exposure and even then I’m not sure he
wouldn’t mind THAT. Talk about keeping your woman barefoot and in the
kitchen, Steve’s idea of the ideal wife was naked and in the bed. I did
my best but I refused to run around the house nude. He just had to be
happy with me baring my butt at most although wearing one of his shirts
unbuttoned seemed to be OK.
“Well it might help if I had some idea what was going on?” I huffed.
“Sorry, you don’t get to ask anything,” he teased, “It’s time to pay up
babe. I’m sure I don’t have to remind you about your lost bet, do I?”
Ohhhhhhhhh, so THAT’s what it was all about. But on a Thursday night?
What the heck was he planning for me? The overnight bag had me concerned
as it was still a school day tomorrow so staying overnight wasn’t an
option so far as I was concerned, not to mention I would need an outfit
appropriate for work and that wouldn’t fit into the bag, at least not
without ending up so wrinkled as to be unwearable.
“But...”
“Shush!” he admonished me, “Just get changed... hurry up, it really
doesn’t matter what you wear.”
OK, so that was at least a hint. Apparently I wasn't going to be wearing
much during whatever he had planned as he couldn't have fit a lot into
the small bag. I would’ve loved to see what he had in it but he was
protecting it like a mother bear would care for her cub.
“Alright, give me a minute. Can I at least shower?”
“No need... hurry up, we’re gonna be late!”
Another hint - no shower required? No what did THAT imply? Was I going
to be getting wet or did it mean I’d be getting dirty or sweaty right
away so it didn't matter if I started off clean or not?
Intrigued, I quickly stripped and pulled on a pair of jeans, a cami and a
blouse over it. A pair of anklets and sneakers and I was ready. Or so I
thought.
“Tennis shoes?” Steve whined.
His response was totally predictable as I knew exactly what he wanted -
me in heels. God, he could be such a guy sometimes! I once read an
interview where an actress said that when she came home alone the FIRST
thing she took off was her heels but when she came home with a man, the
LAST thing she took off was her heels. Back to the barefoot and in the
kitchen thing, Steve would have wanted me naked wearing heels while I was
in the kitchen. He’s one of those guys that likes his women to wear
heels to bed when they have sex. Whatever! If it makes him happy then
usually I end up happy was well.
What the heck. I kicked off the sneakers and tossed the socks in the
corner. If he wanted heels then I’d give him heels! Reaching into the
closet I pulled out a pair I hadn’t worn for him in ages. Sheesh, it was
like putting on stilts! They were probably the most uncomfortable pair
of shoes I’d ever owned but Steve loved them - six inch black stilettos
with open toe and long straps that wrapped several time around my ankle.
All I had to say was that he’d better be holding my arm tonight when we
walked or I might break a leg!
“Now THAT’s what I’m talking about!” he said approvingly.
One thing about these heels was that I was almost as tall as he was when
I wore them. Still, it already felt like my feet and ankles were on fire
but he was happy which meant I was too. My calves stretched, upper
thighs tightened and my butt pulled in - just why guys like it when a
girl wears them.
Steve helped me with my coat and even opened the door to his truck for
me. As he pulled out of the parking lot I noted that he had an address
already loaded in the GPS. Now where the heck were we going that we
needed the GPS to find it?
I knew that to would be useless to ask so I just kept my mouth shut and
did my best not to give him any satisfaction from my overwhelming
curiosity. So many questions were running through my head. What was he
plotting for me to do? Why didn't it matter what I was wearing? Where
were we going? The GPS only gave the next turn and he pointedly refused
to let me see the final destination or even the total miles to go. Were
me meeting someone? Just one person? A guy? A woman? A couple? A
group? Was I going to have to be an exhibitionist or a voyeur? How long
was this going to last? Would we both be involved?
Steve drove for what seemed forever as the GPS voice seductively gave
directions (he’d downloaded some woman’s voice that sounded like a 900
phone sex line operator). When we finally exited there were a number of
hotels, restaurants and gas stations - the typical expressway exit venues
from what I could tell. If you didn’t look for the local signs you’d be
hard pressed to know where in the country you were as they all seemed to
be the same.
“You have reached your destination,” the GPS slut proudly announced as
Steve pulled into the parking lot for a large Holiday Inn. My curiosity
was really going to town now. A Holiday Inn? Not that they were all
that bad but still, not exactly my first choice for a romantic getaway.
We checked in without any fuss. When the clerk asked us if we needed
help with any luggage, Steve simply thanked her and held up the small
bag, informing her that everything we would need was in it. Then he gave
the young girl a devilish wink and nodded towards me. The poor girl
blushed and tried not to smile. If she hadn’t noticed the wedding rings
she might have thought I was a hooker. Heck, even if she HAD noticed the
rings, she still might think so!
“What do you say we check the place out first?” Steve asked rhetorically,
slipping the room keycard in his front shirt pocket. What the heck, may
as well I thought to myself. We’d grabbed a bite to eat passing through
a MacDonald’s drive-thru window along the way but I could’ve gone for a
little more so with any luck maybe they would have a decent restaurant.
To my stomach’s unrest, Steve passed right by anything to do with food as
he seemed to be following the signs to the pool. It turned out that the
pool was part of a large indoor area in the center of the hotel,
surrounded by what must have been at least ten stories or more of rooms.
Each floor had a walkway that circled the pool area with the doors to the
rooms leading off from it. Several glass-enclosed elevators were located
at intervals which allowed the people inside to look out over the pool
area as they rode up to their floor.
“Hey, they’ve got a hot tub!” Steve observed as he elbowed me playfully.
“What do you say we go up to our rooms, get changed and come back down to
relax a bit?”
I was about to say something about needing a suit but then he must have
packed mine in the overnight bag - not that any of mine took up a lot of
space. I WAS curious as to which one he’d chosen though. Hopefully
nothing TOO risqué as this wasn’t exactly a couples-only resort given the
hordes of noisy kids that were running all around.
The pool area was rather crowded with a number of families with kids.
Even the hot tub was in use with a few people lounging in it. Not
exactly the greatest setting for any fooling around although it wouldn't
be the first time Steve and I had a little fun in a public setting.
However those times had been at the beach with rather opaque lake water,
not in a clear pool or hot tub, at least not when they were as crowded as
they were this evening. Still, I LOVE hot tubs so even if we just
relaxed a little before heading back to the room for whatever Steve had
up his sleeves, that would be fine with me.
Steve took my hand and we walked over to the elevator with the sign that
was closest to our room number. The clerk had written our room number on
the paper slip over the key card and I saw it said 1126 so I guess that
meant there were at least eleven floors. As luck would have it, we were
the only ones in the elevator when Steve pushed the button and the doors
closed behind us.
“So how’s my sexy wife doing... are you good and horny?” he teased him.
I had my back to the outer glass wall as he reached under my coat and
started to rub my breast through my clothes. Although never one to turn
away the attention of my husband, I couldn't help but glance behind me as
the people got smaller.
“That depends... is there something I should be horny about?”
“Geeze Kelly, we’re at a nice hotel all alone in a glass elevator where
everyone can see us, I’m feeling up your tits and you don’t know if
there’s anything to be horny about?”
I giggled at his faux outrage. “You know damn well what I mean buster.
Are you going to continue to keep me in suspense or what?”
“Me?” he said, pretending to be surprised at my accusation, “Why I have
no idea what you’re talking about Kelly.”
So that was how he was going to play it. Well, something told me that he
had been stalling since we arrived for some reason or another. Yep,
whatever it was would be waiting behind door number 2 - or should I said
room number 1126. I had him all figured out...
We reached the floor just as Steve was starting to work his hand under my
clothes. The door opened and there were several people waiting so he
quickly withdrew it and acted all innocent as if nothing had been
happening behind the closed doors. From some of the looks we were
getting I don’t think he was quite fast enough - or convincing.
We walked down the walkway, looking over the railing and keeping an eye
on the people who were now so far below us. Finally we made it to our
room and Steve started to put the card into the slot but then pulled it
back and looked at me in the eyes.
“I love you,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss me. Our tongues met and
for a few minutes we made out standing there in the walkway but it wasn't
like anyone could really see us being up so high. In any case we were
just kissing, not like we were doing anything unsuitable for public
consumption.
“Ready?” he said with a grin on his face as he unlocked the door.
The little lights on the door lock went from red to green and I heard the
lock unlatch. Steve slowly opened the door and I held my breath to
prepare myself for whatever it might be that was waiting for us inside.
Nothing.
That’s right, nothing happened. The silence was deafening as they say as
the door opened wide and Steve held it for me so I could enter first.
I walked in slowly, keeping an eye out for anyone that might suddenly pop
out and try to surprise me. I peeked into the bathroom but it was empty
as well. Oh well, so much for THAT!
“OK, so what’s going on?” I asked as I reached the middle of the room and
turned around before taking a seat on the edge of one of the queen-sized
beds that dominated the room.
Steve kept up the façade, raising up his hands and pretending to be
perplexed. “Come on Kelly, I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Just look around if you don’t believe me.”
Well, there WAS something - a dozen roses on the table along with a
bottle of wine and a card. Like THAT was a big surprise worthy of all
we’d already gone through. Not that I didn't appreciate them but it was
already almost 7:00 and it was a school night. I politely smelled the
roses and slowly opened the card without ripping the envelope. I smiled
to myself... typical guy card; all flowers and such with a simple “Love,
Steve” at the end. He must have put a lot of time into this one... NOT!
Still, I knew better than to think this was just some romantic getaway
involving just the two of us. What was going on inside my husband’s
handsome head?
“Well, not that THAT is over, ready to hit the hot tub?”
Steve was already reaching into the overnight bag and pulled out his
trunks along with my bikini. It turned out to be one of my older ones,
bright pink with silver sequins. The top tied up behind my neck and back
halter style. While it wasn't one of most revealing bikinis by any means
it was more so than anything I’d seen on anyone else during my quick
inspection earlier downstairs at the pool.
Steve started stripping without waiting for my response. Feeling my face
grow warm, I took a breath as his boxers lowered to reveal his wonderful
delicious dick. Mmmmmmm, I don’t think I will EVER get tired of looking
at it as it hung down limp from its nest of thick dark pubic hair.
Steve’s was the first real dick I’d ever had for my own and despite the
hundreds that I’ve sucked and fucked in the ensuing years it will always
be my most memorable and favorite.
“Are you sure you want to go downstairs?” I asked seductively as I
reached for my dick. That’s how I thought of it... it was MY dick,
especially now that I wore a ring on my finger.
“Down girl!” he teased me, treating me like I was a horny dog trying to
hump his leg, “You can have as much of THAT as you want when we get back
to the room but I’ve been looking forward to the hot tub all the way
here.”
Somewhat dejected at his rejection of my attention, I undressed and put
on my bikini as he watched me impatiently.
“Sheesh, why does it take girls so long to put on so little?”
Men! Always in a rush. Well, if he wasn't going to let me in on what
the REAL story was here, then I wasn't about to rush things along.
Steve grabbed a couple of towels from the bathroom but I just draped mine
over my neck. Really, what was the sense in wearing a revealing bikini
if you weren’t going to let people see you in it?
On the trip down the elevator we weren't alone this time. Well, we were
to at first but the elevator stopped abruptly just as it was getting
started, opening up at the tenth floor. In walked another couple dressed
much the same as us. They even looked to be about the same age. He was
quite a hunk while his wife (judging by the rings they wore) was built
with a HUGE chest and a naughty string thong. Well, so much for me
wearing the skimpiest bikini at the pool. I felt positively Amish!
Her husband was definitely giving me the once-over and I noticed she
seemed to be positioning herself for maximum cleavage exposure for Steve.
Suddenly my heart started to race. This was WAY too much to be just a
coincidence. Was this the couple we’d be swapping with? Here I had been
thinking it had something to do with the bet but it was just another swap
opportunity. I don't mean anything by saying “just”. ANY swap is fun
but it wasn’t at all what I’d been expecting.
Then I noticed the guy had pushed the button for another floor. Reading
the engraving next to the button, I deduced that they were heading for
the spa rather than the pool or hot tub. Sure enough, the elevator
stopped short of the pool floor and they got off without a word. Well,
so much for THAT idea.
In a few more seconds we were at the pool level.
“Now THAT was what I call a rack!” Steve gushed as we headed for the hot
tub area.
In response I elbowed him in the ribs. He knew better. If there’s one
thing I’m sensitive about when it comes to my body it’s my boobs. OK, so
they weren’t all that bad anymore but all through high school I’d been
one of the smaller girls and it was a continual source of embarrassment.
The pool was still crammed full of kids and so far as I was concerned we
could stay a mile away. They were jumping in and out, screaming and
laughing as they created a din that echoed in the enclosed building. Not
quite the mood for what I was hoping for this evening.
Any hopes of having the hot tub to ourselves were similarly dashed. There
was a couple already in along with what looked to be their teenage sons.
I was guessing they were in their late thirties or early forties while
the boys looked to be maybe thirteen or fourteen. Oh well, at least they
seemed to be behaving themselves. Interestingly, they looked to be
identical twins, both with the same long blonde hair, freckled faces and
lean bodies.
“Mind if we join?” Steve greeted them.
The guy looked somewhat annoyed at the interruption which I thought was
quite rude. After all, it WAS a public Jacuzzi. He said something I
couldn't make out to his wife and got out of the Jacuzzi, grabbing his
towel and heading for the elevator.
“Sorry, didn't mean to upset your husband,” I apologized as I lowered
myself in slowly near the woman, staying opposite her boys.
“Him?” she guffawed, “No, I should be thanking you for scaring him off.
The jerk was hitting on me. Can you imagine the nerve? I mean right in
front of my sons!”
Steve got in next to me, choosing to sit between the two of us. I’d
noticed the look he’d given her when he was standing up getting a good
view down the top of the loose two-piece bathing suit she was wearing.
After hearing her remarks about the last guy trying hit on her, I
wondered if he’d heard her as well and gotten the message?
Apparently not as Steve quickly introduced us to Marge and she then got
the attention of her two boys who were talking about something or
another. The Jacuzzi was pretty big and with the noise of the pumps and
jets it was impossible to make out what John and Jacob were saying.
For the first five minutes or so we just sat there and enjoyed the warmth
of the jets. The boys got out as soon as the introductions were over,
heading over to the drinking fountains and whatever else had their
attention, leaving the three of us alone.
I was starting to zone out as the heat relaxed me. That only lasted a
short while until I felt Steve’s hand between my thighs, working his way
quickly up to my crotch. He wasn't wasting any time! Before I knew it
he had pushed my bottoms to the side and was fingering my pussy.
“Steve!” I hissed at him, nodding my head deliberately toward Marge.
“What? She doesn’t mind,” Steve said with a grin and that’s when I
noticed he had his other hand at the same angle but in the direction of
HER crotch instead. Naughty boy!
Indeed, Marge wasn't having any issues at all. If anything, she seemed
to have her own hand where it didn't belong - in my husband’s lap. Well,
I wasn’t about to be outdone so I reached over myself only to find she
already had his stiff cock in her hand. All this was going on with
people not more than ten or twenty feet away, not to mention her sons.
The Jacuzzi wasn't exactly in the traffic pattern which helped, but it
still wasn't hiding behind a screen either.
Just as I was about to escalate things a bit (how I wasn't sure but there
had to be SOMETHING that would work) when John and Jacob returned,
dropping their towels on the floor and slowly lowering themselves into
the water again. This time though, instead of taking up residence at the
opposite side of the Jacuzzi, one went to the side of me while the other
went to the side opposite his mom. Which was which I had no idea!
“Jacob?” I asked.
“Noooooo, I’m John, that’s Jacob over by mom,” he corrected me. I could
only take his word for it and besides, what difference did it make?
John had scooted over a little close to me, close enough that it was more
than what I would’ve expected in a public situation such as this. Jacob
was practically shoulder to shoulder with his mom but then it WAS his
mom, not a married woman he’d only met a few moments earlier.
All the while Steve had kept his hand in my crotch which I found to be
quite erotic, especially now with this kid right next to me who didn't
have a clue what was going on. Had he known I’m sure it would have
fueled more than few masturbation sessions later this evening. From what
I could tell, the other two hadn’t slacked off either. I had my hand on
Steve’s dick now with Marge’s hand playing with his balls.
It was right then that I felt another hand on me. I looked to the right
and sure enough, horny little John was grinning as he had his hand on my
upper thigh. For the moment I ignored him, intrigued as to what his
intentions were.
I wasn't sure if Steve knew what was going on under the froth but for
whatever reason he pulled his hand from my pussy and put his arm around
my shoulder with his hand just under my boob. Was he feeling too shy to
fool around me with this kid next to me? If so, that would be a first as
Steve was NEVER shy about feeling me up in public, and in a lot more
public situations than this.
No sooner had Steve removed his hand from my crotch than John made his
move, pushing his hand in between my legs and going my pussy. That was
when I realized what Steve’s true intentions had been. He had been
signaling to John that it was OK to feel up his wife!
“Steve?” I asked him, looking him in the eyes. His answer was just a
huge grin and I knew in that instant what was going on. I’d been set up!
“Got you this time!” Steve crowed triumphantly.
Steve turned to Marge and she just nodded her head. The two of them got
up, motioning to the rest of us to join them. We moved over to a table
and chairs nearby and took our seats while Steve explained to me what was
going on.
To sum it up without dragging things out, Steve had gone to my Aunt Linda
for advice on how to deal with my “lost bet” issue. Of course by
involving my aunt that meant the odds were it would involve something
weird and perverted. She immediately had a proposition for him.
Apparently she had become friends with Marge at a recent party and even
enjoyed the expertise of her two twin sons herself. Marge was happily
married and at the time he’d been off doing some young thing himself as
they hadn’t been blessed with a daughter.
Marge had gotten involved with her boys when they were just twelve after
finding the usual porn on their computer and the stained sheets and
underwear. An incest girl herself, having been involved with her father
and most of her family since childhood, it didn't take much for her to
approach her sons and offer to make their wet dreams come true. I guess
when it comes to starting incest, there’s not as much angst over boys as
there is girls as it’s not like they’re breaking a hymen.
Marge and her husbands were swingers and they’d heard rumors about the
family parties in the area so she started to drop some hints with people
about how she was now involved with her sons and her husband wished they
had a daughter, that sort of thing. It wasn't long before they were
invited to their first party, bringing along their entry p[ass - their
two preteen sons. They fit right in (pun intended) and in the past year
or so had become quite active in the family party scene.
When my Aunt Linda had met Marge, Marge was thinking about doing
something different with her boys besides the group party scene but
hadn’t made up her mind yet. Her sons were only thirteen so it wasn’t
like she could get away with public “dating” or that sort of thing.
Nothing was settled and over time she and my aunt became close friends.
When Steve came to her with his dilemma, Aunt Linda immediately thought
of Marge and her boys and knew instantly it was the perfect solution to
everyone’s “problem”. She quickly contacted Marge who also agreed it was
just the sort of thing she’d been starting to think about. Plans were
made and next thing anyone knew, Steve and I were meeting them in the
Jacuzzi.
Chapter 5 - Getting Started in the Jacuzzi
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When Steve had finished, I just sat there trying to take it all in. I
looked at the two boys sitting next to each other, both of them staring
at me the way a hungry coyote would view a wandering chicken. They made
no effort to hide their interest in me and where that interest lay - my
boobs at the moment. I suppressed a grin when I thought to myself and
wondered if they even knew what my hair color was?
“So what’s the plan?” I asked.
Steve kept doing all the talking. “Well, I hate to waste this Jacuzzi so
why not hang around here a bit and then head up to the room?”
He couldn't fool me, not any longer. Any thoughts he might be having
about the Jacuzzi had nothing to do with relaxing! Seeing the looks on
the boys’ faces, I doubted they were thinking about laying back against
any of the jets any time soon, at least not unless I was sucking their
dicks (not that THAT was going to happen, at least not here.)
We all got back up and slipped in the hot water again as Steve reset the
timer. The boys and me took one side while Steve and Marge took the
other. Nobody had actually stated that this was the way it would be but
it was pretty obvious what the intentions were. I tried to see if I
could detect any discernible difference between the two young boys that
were on each side of me now but it was useless to even try. It was like
they had both been cast from the exact same mold.
“John?” I asked the one to my right.
“Jacob!” he laughed as he corrected me. Assuming that is, that he was
telling me the truth and not just messing with me.
That’s when I decided the heck with it. Who cared which was which? I
would call one of the John and the other Jacobi and not worry about it
anymore.
“Give me your bottoms,” Jacob demanded. Wow, pretty forceful for a kid
who’d only celebrated one birthday with “teen” in it. Still, I wasn't
going to be THAT easy for him.
“You want ‘em, you take ‘em,” I bargained.
Jacob just shrugged and dipped down. Next thing I knew he was sliding my
bikini off my bottom, down my legs and then held them triumphantly in his
hand.
“Look mom!” he called over to Marge, holding up my bikini bottoms like a
wet pink trophy.
Marge admonished him saying, “You know better than that Jacob. We’re not
at the club so you have to be a little more respectful here.”
Jacob didn't seem to bothered by her scolding him but he did lower his
hand under water so anyone walking by wouldn't see that I was bottomless
sitting between two boys less than half my age.
Meanwhile Steve and Marge were getting to know one another better,
kissing and making out like two teens in the backseat of their parents
minivan. The boys didn't seem to care what their mom was doing, all they
wanted was me!
Reaching down under the water, I put one hand in each boy’s lap and was
duly rewarded by the feel of two equally enlarged dicks. To my surprise,
somehow in the blink of an eye they’d both remove their suits as well and
were now totally naked next to me. Anyone walking by would be able to
tell but Lord help us if anyone happened to stop by and joined us...
As if on cue, that’s just what happened! An older couple stepped up to
the edge and asked Steve if they could join us. I guess they assumed he
must be in charge as he was clearly the oldest male.
Like what COULD Steve say? Ummmmm, no, sorry, I’m getting ready to screw
this older wife and mother here while my wife is having sex with her two
thirteen year-old twin sons?
Marge scooted over towards John leaving plenty of room for our intruders
to make themselves at home and indeed they did.
“So where you all from?” the older woman asked, apparently feeling the
need to involve us in conversation.
“Pittsburgh area,” Steve answered and I waited, curious to what Marge
would say.
“Ohhhhhh, we’re from out of town,” was all she volunteered.
“Your boys?” the guys asked, looking at me. Like come on!! Most people
guessed my age to be several years younger so what did he think I did,
have kids when I was in grade school?
“No, that’s our mom,” Jacob chimed in, pointing to his mom with the same
hand he was holding my bikini bottoms with.
He quickly realized what he’d done and dunked it under water but the
damage had been done. I think the guy missed but his wife certainly
hadn’t. Her eyes bored into my suspiciously and I knew she wanted more
than anything to ask me to stand up. My pussy actually tingled as I felt
even more excited to be sitting there bare bottomed in front of the two
of them.
“Let’s go,” she said to her husband, her eyes never leaving mine.
“What’s the hurry honey? We just got here,” her husband asked.
“I SAID, let’s go... NOW!” she said even more forcefully, practically
dragging him to his feet. They got out as the husband seemed clueless as
to what was going on.
They walked off but after about ten feet the woman said something to her
husband and she came back alone. She looked around at all of us as if
trying to figure out just what was happening. Then she pointed a finger
at me and said in a terse voice, “You are a very sick, perverted person
and I’m going to report you to the authorities.”
With that she stalked off. For a moment we all just stared at one
another and then Steve started to laugh, followed by Marge. The boys
didn't seem to quite catch what was so funny and I certainly wasn't
laughing.
“Give me back my bottoms,” I said firmly. Jacob must have been able to
read the anxiety in my voice as he immediately handed them to me without
any smart-aleck accompaniment and I slipped them on.
“Steve, I think we’d better go,” I said nervously, “What if she really
does tell someone?”
“Tell them what? She didn't actually SEE anything?” Steve protested. He
had his hands back to where it looked like he was grabbing Marge’s boobs
and I could tell that he wasn't thrilled about letting go.
“She’s right Steve,” Marge said, taking up my side, “Besides, the room
would be so much easier, don't you agree?”
Easy wasn't Steve’s primary goal when it came to stuff like this. Fear
and lust were his driving impulses and anything that made it more risky
or dangerous was alright by him. Marge was having none of it though.
“Well, whatever. The boys and I are heading to the room, right guys?”
For a moment I thought the two of them might stay but then Marge
rearranged her top and they got out along with us.
Once in the elevator, I turned to Marge and apologized.
“Sorry, I just didn't trust that bitch.”
Marge smiled and then leaned over to kiss me quickly on the lips. “Not
your fault Kelly. If my boy hadn’t waved your bikini bottom around like
a flag nobody would’ve been the wiser.”
Poor Jacob, he looked so dejected. Ignoring the glass walls, I reached
over and rubbed his dick over his wet suit.
“Don’t worry, I know you didn’t mean anything bad.”
As we walked to the room with the boys running ahead, I couldn't help but
think to myself, what the hell am I getting myself into? Then I thought
of my on-line friend. If she could only see me now!
Chapter 6 - Back In the Room
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“Don’t get on the beds before you take off those wet suits!” Marge called
out to her sons as they hurried to be the first inside.
Our room had two queen-sized beds which unfortunately neither of which
had been disturbed much until now. The boys claimed the one closest to
the window, dropping their soaking wet suits on the floor carpeting
before they jumped on top of the bed. Well, their mom hadn’t told them
WHAT to do with them so naturally they didn't think about such things.
“A mother’s work is never done,” Marge sighed as she picked up their
suits from the floor and took them in the bathroom to hang over the
shower curtain.
For whatever reason I wasn’t quite as anxious to strip down yet so I just
laid my towel out over the couch (more like a love seat) and sat down,
waiting to see what would happen next. It was hard not to stare at the
two young boys now nude on the bed as they bounced around on their hands
and knees with excess energy, their small dicks flopping free.
“Soooooo, what do you think?” Steve asked as he sat down next to me.
It was really the first chance we’d had to discuss the situation. Down
at the hot tub everything had gone so quickly and publicly that there
wasn't an opportunity to really discuss it between the two of us. Marge
took a spot on a chair that she had moved over next to us but just sat
there for the moment listening.
“Not really sure,” I stalled.
“Oh c’mon, don’t pretend this doesn’t turn you on,” he teased me,
reaching down between my legs to press his hand against my crotch, “I
read what you wrote to those women about those twins that get you so
worked up. Isn’t this what you wanted?”
He had me dead to rights. It was one of those things where you want
something bad but you know you shouldn’t do it. I mean like what girl
wouldn't want to have twin boys at her disposal, especially two cuties
like John and Jacob? Then again, they WERE just thirteen so there’s the
issue of appropriate age but with their mom sitting right next to me it’s
not like I felt like some pervert waving candy from an open van door
outside the school parking lot. Finally, according to their mom they
weren’t lacking in experience so it wasn't like I would be “leading them
astray” or anything immoral.
“So what does your husband think of something like this?” I turned and
asked Marge. It not only had the effect of changing the subject but it
was something I was actually curious to know the answer. “Why isn’t he
with you guys today?”
Marge looked at Steve as if she was wondering why such a question would
come up. Then she shrugged and answered, “I guess I was given the idea
that he wasn't what you were interested in. He’s not exactly the type to
just stand by and watch you know. Now if you guys had a young
daughter...”
She let that last point trail off which made her point. I guess it sort
of made sense. From what I gathered so far, Marge and Steve would be
pairing off leaving me with the boys. Not exactly the sort of scenario
for her husband to fit in.
Thoughts of a situation similar to this came to mind. I recalled back
when we met with a father and his daughter where the mother wasn’t there.
The difference was that it didn't seem like she was all that enthused
with what was going on plus her father claimed that while he enjoyed
watching his preteen daughter having sex, he didn't do it with her at
home.
“Pardon me for asking this all again but I just need to be sure,” I
started out, reaching my hand out and putting it on Marge’s leg to try to
convey that I wasn’t being intrusive or judgmental, “But you really DO
have sex with your boys?”
Marge smiled at me and nodded. “Yes, as I said before downstairs, it was
about a year ago now when we first did it. My husband and I have been
involved with other families so it wasn’t my first time with boys their
age but I have to tell you, doing it with your own son puts it in an
entirely different perspective. Parties are so... I don’t know how to
say this... impersonal? Lying in bed in the morning and having them jump
in and beg to have sex with me is like a mother’s dream come true.”
“And you did it with your father too?”
She nodded again. I noticed the boys were sitting still now, listening to
us. I had to think they’d heard this all before but they seemed curious.
“I was twelve the first time we had sex but it started long before then.
I was the youngest of three daughters and I was anxious to follow in my
sister’s footsteps but my mom had strict rules about that sort of thing.
Our entire family were nudists and everyone was open when it came to sex
and sharing. After my dad I was pretty much open season for the rest of
the guys in the family I guess you could say.”
She giggled at that and I could just imagine some of the stories she had
to tell me but those would have to wait for another time, if ever.
“So how is this going to work?” I said, turning to Steve. There didn't
seem to be any sense in dragging this out any further although I would
have loved to have dinner with Marge and hear more about her life. It
sounded fascinating!
Steve looked at Marge who seemed to be the one in control. She just
shrugged and held up her hand in the direction of the bed with the two
naked boys laying out on it.
“They look ready to me so I guess it’s up to you Kelly. Go for it!”
It was an unusual situation for me. Normally I never felt awkward or shy
about having sex with someone regardless of the circumstances. Still, I
was feeling a little tentative as everything had been planned out for me
and now it was like I was expected to “perform”.
Then I looked at the bed and my pussy suddenly felt like someone had lit
it with a match. God they were so cute and HOT. They both had erections
now, nothing even close to what Steve could produce but that just made it
all the more erotic for me.
This wouldn't be the first time I would have sex with boys this age but
as Marge had said, doing it in the crazy open atmosphere of “family
parties” kills any sense of intimacy. While these wouldn't be my own
sons of course, it was still a much more personal situation. Granted,
their mothers and my husband would be there a well but I had a feeling
the two of them would have other things on their minds before long.
Standing up, I let go of Steve’s hand and faced the pair on the bed.
“Well, are you guys just gonna sit there or are you gonna undress me?”
Not as there was all that much to undress but still, why not let them do
the work. I looked at the two of them, trying to see if there was
anything that I could use to tell the two of them apart. They each had
the same haircut, the same facial features and from what I could tell,
even the same sized dicks. Neither of them had any tattoos or other
markings or piercings. At the moment, they even seemed to have the same
fetishes as they started to argue over who would take off what. From
what I could tell they were both intent on removing my bottoms.
It was a silly way to get started so I took control. Reaching back for
my purse, I pulled out my lipstick and tossed it in between them. They
battled for it and one of them held it up triumphantly.
“OK, and you are...?”
John identified himself quickly, sitting up straight on his knees. I
almost giggled at the sight of his erection standing out so hard and
stiff. It was curved up such that the head was pointed to the ceiling
like a missile sitting on a furry launch pad. Mmmmmmm, if it was a heat
seeking missile it would be headed straight for my horny pussy not long
from now.
I reached over and grabbed the lipstick from him and before he realized
what I was doing, I put a short horizontal line right in the middle of
his forehead.
“There... now I can tell which is which.”
With that I told John, since he had to deal with the lipstick on his
head, that he could remove my bottoms while Jacob was in charge of top
removal duties. Neither of them seemed to have any problem with my
proposal and before I knew it two pair of hands were fumbling with my
bikini and in a matter of seconds I was standing in the middle of the
room between the beds totally nude. I looked over at my husband who
seemed more amused than anything by my aggressive start with the boys.
Marge wasn't even paying attention as her attention seemed more focused
on my husband.
Wow, how many times had I dreamed about something like this. Well, maybe
never anything quite like THIS but I mean more about me getting it on
with two young twin boys. I always loved it when my on-line friends
would write me and give me all the details of their last adventures with
their twins, one of which was their mom. Both of those boys were proud
to be “motherfuckers” - especially given the numbers of mothers they were
fucking. It wasn't just their own family and inner circle of friends but
now included the mothers of their girlfriends! So now it was finally MY
turn. OK, so it wasn't the two I’d been writing and fantasizing about
but beggars can’t be choosers...
From what I gathered from what Marge had said, the boys’ experience was
pretty big in terms of numbers, especially when you took into account
their age and amount of time since they started having sex, but not
necessarily that broad when it came to variety and options. Face it, a
sex party is a sex party no matter how many you do. That’s one of the
reasons I’d never been all that enthused about going to Beth’s sex
parties. Sure the themes and faces would change but it didn't take long
for a “been there done that” feeling to rise.
Seeing as I was the adult - more than twice their age in fact, I felt
like it was my responsibility to get the ball (balls?) moving yet at the
same time I want to get the full pleasured experience. First things
first though...
“Get off the bed and help me take off this comforter,” I instructed my
naked harem.
They both looked at me with a “what the hell is she doing” look so I
explained.
“Haven’t you guys ever watched those 20-20 shows where they take black
lights into hotel rooms and check them out for sexual leftovers?”
They didn't seem to understand a word I was saying so I continued,
“Besides everything else they find, the absolute worst thing in every
hotel room is the comforter on the bed. I won’t lay on one of those
creepy things if my life depended on it!”
I looked over at Marge and she nodded approvingly. Steve didn’t seem to
get it but he was a guy and as such I don’t think he would have cared if
an orgy had just taken place on the comforter the hour before with every
guy’s cum dripping all over it. Ugh!
The sheets at least like looked they’d been washed so I laid down on my
back in the middle of the bed on my back with my head propped up by a
pair of pillows.
“Dinner is served boys...”
It was like being the Queen of the Nile as my two young man-servants
lavished me with their kisses and touches. Actually, neither of them
seemed the slightest bit interested in kissing me on the lips. Like I
would have expected for boys their age, their attention was far more
focused on two other locations - my boobs and my pussy. While their
mouths descended on my nipples and clit, their hands went to work
fondling and groping me as much as they could reach.
Jacob started on my breasts, kneeling to the side of me and heading
straight for the closest nipple as his hands cupped my boob and squeezed
it. He’d obviously been given instruction as he knew just how to make it
feel good, starting with gentle tugs with his teeth and then sucking the
whole nipple into his mouth as his tongue played with it. He licked my
breast all over, wetting it with his saliva and then rubbing his cheek
against it almost like a cat rubbing against you as it purrs. Meanwhile,
his hands split up with one going for my other breast while the other
moved up and started running his fingers through my hair.
At the same time his brother had pushed my legs apart and settled down on
his stomach with his knees bent and feet up in the air as his arms pushed
under my thighs and then wrapped around me with his hands on my lower
torso. His arms served to lift my bare butt up off the bed a few inched
and with my legs so wide apart he was rewarded with the perfect view of
my shaved wet pussy. Wasting no time, his tongue started to run up and
down my slit and then he expertly found my clit and used his tongue to
stimulate it.
I moaned - loudly. Like, what else was I going to do? With them both
literally attacking me it was hard enough to breathe let alone say
anything intelligent or even coherent. I laid my head back into the soft
pillow, closed my eyes, and just let them do the work. Yeah, like it was
WORK for them.
I heard something to the side, like voices or giggling. Turning my
heads, I could just make out my husband and Marge getting in the bed next
to mine. Both were naked and from what I could tell, they were taking
things a little more slowly as they lay together in each other’s arms,
kissing and fondling each other. Seemed as though things were going well
for them at least.
Personally, I could have just laid there like this all night. He may
have only been thirteen but John was better at licking pussy than the
vast majority of men I’d been with, some of them quite experienced. John
was relentless with his tongue and lips as I felt my first orgasm arrive.
“Oh yeah!” I groaned out loudly as my back arched up and my legs
straightened out towards the end of the bed. “Don't stop... don’t you
DARE stop now!” I encouraged them both actually.
I don't think I’ve ever cum just from someone playing with my boobs but
there was no denying that paying attention to them while licking my pussy
was a guaranteed orgasm enhancement.
My pussy felt like a river was flowing from it as pussy cum gushed over
the teen boy’s face. He eagerly licked it keeping me clean and ready for
more. I couldn't wait for whatever was going to happen.
I didn't have to wait long...
Something was pushing against my face. Opening my eyes again, not two
inches in front of my face was the sight I’d been waiting - a HARD
thirteen year-old dick. Jacob had moved up next to my face, still on his
knees as he held his rigid dick beside my mouth. There was NO doubt as
to what he wanted. Not that it was anything different than what I
wanted!
For as moment I hesitated. Was he waiting for me to say something? I
knew for a fact that EVERY man loved to hear a woman say, “Let me suck
your dick,” or the granddaddy of them all, “Fuck me!”
There was no need to worry. Neither of these two seemed to have a shy
bone in their body, that was for sure. They didn’t need encouragement or
the slightest push to do something. Whatever they wanted, they just did
it. I suppose that once they started having sex that every woman
lavished them with praise and allowed them to do most anything so they
had undoubtedly learned that when it came to sex, if they wanted it all
they had to do was take it.
I looked Jacob in the eye as I opened my mouth wide and turned my head
towards him. That was all he needed as he pushed the head of his small
dick between my lips and into my mouth. God, it felt so small after
sucking on my husband or father’s cock! No worries about deep-throating
as it was easy to take him all in as he leaned in towards me.
My mouth wasn't the only hole getting attention. I’d been too distracted
by the dick in my mouth to pay as much attention to what John was doing
further down there. He didn't need a bullhorn to get my attention as he
began to push his little red-haired dick into my pussy. Damn, talk about
going right for it!
With Jacob kneeling by my face and John fucking me I had no idea what was
going on in the neighboring bed, not that I really cared at the moment.
Steve was a big boy and he could take care of himself without me
hovering.
I’d died and gone to heaven... it was what I’d only fantasized about in
the past - two kids barely out of grade school, each with their dicks
planted inside me while their mom was fucking my husband just a few feet
away. Any second thoughts or guilty feelings were pushed far away with
no signs of recovery any time soon.
Thirteen years old, hormones raging, horny as heck, an older woman (at
least in context of their age)... it would’ve been more of a surprise had
they lasted more than a few minutes the first round. As it was Jacob
came first, not even asking if he could cum in my mouth but just letting
it fly as soon as he was ready. I’d barely swallowed it when John
started pumping his own load of sperm deep inside of me, at least as deep
as his four inch dick could reach.
You have to love a young teen boy. Memories of Steve back when he was
sixteen came flooding back as I remembered how he could fuck me literally
all night without having to pause to recover. Even though he was only 29
now, the ability to keep hard after cumming was already beginning to
wane. It was still no big deal after the first time and often even the
second. But three and four? THAT had eluded him starting a year or so
ago. Not so John and Jacob!
No sooner had John shot his last load in me than the two of them switched
without saying a word. It seemed like someone had hit the rewind button
for a do-over as they both began to fuck me again. This time it took a
few minutes longer but once again I was flooded with a double load of
sperm - one in my mouth and the other in my pussy.
Had I not known that they both had cum twice now in the space of fifteen
minutes, I would never have believed it. I couldn't remember a time when
I’d had so much cum dumped in me in such a short time - or at least when
only two guys were involved.
Taking a look at the bed next to us, I saw Steve and Marge were having a
good time with her now riding Steve as she leaned over him to let her
boobs drop into his face so he could suck them. His hands were planted
firmly on her exposed ass (one of his favorite places to have them) as he
rocked her back on forth on his dick which had to be buried in her pussy
as it certainly wasn’t in sight.
Marge’s hair was hanging down which kept me from seeing her face but I
could just make out him watching what I was doing with her sons. That
didn't surprise me knowing my husband but I couldn't help but wonder how
Marge would feel if she knew Steve was doing her more out of obligation
than desire. Oh sure he had to be enjoying fucking her, what guy doesn’t
like ANY pussy he can get? Still, I knew Steve’s preferences for younger
pussy - MUCH younger than her and no doubt he was wishing she had twin
daughters instead. The only older women - and by that I mean over
thirty, that I knew Steve actively sought out for sex were my mom and her
sister. Like what guy doesn’t want to fuck his wife’s mother not to
mention doing sisters - especially when the sister was his wife’s aunt.
Even over thirty was pushing it for Steve. While I hadn’t realized this
while we were dating and going to parties with girls around my age, he
really would be happy if all he had were young teenage girls, even some
at the preteen stage provided they were mature enough for sex. It drove
my cousin Kristi nuts that Steve preferred having sex with her mother
than her as at 25 she was almost twice the age that really turned him on.
Then again, I knew her background as a prostitute turned Steve off as
well although neither of us had ever mentioned a word of that to Kristi
or even her mom for that matter.
It made me feel a little proud to know that even with a horny housewife
and mother of two mounted on his dick like a Coney dog, his attention was
focused on me more than her. Steve LOVED watching me having sex with
other men and to see me getting it on with these two young twins had to
be one for the highlight reel for him. It was a little odd for me in
that seeing him having sex with Marge didn't really turn me on at all but
yet he got so hot watching me being fucked. Maybe I owed him a little
show...
“My turn now boys,” I announced to their surprise as I sat up and then
turned over onto my knees.
I maneuvered them until they were laying side by side on the bed, legs
straight out and hands to their side. It was a delicious sight indeed -
two thirteen year old studs with their tiny dicks still stiff as trees
growing out of their still sparse pubic hair. Other than between their
legs and on their heads they didn't have hardly any sign of real hair
which only made them seem even younger.
Kneeling between them, I sat back on my heels and reached to each side
and grabbed onto their dicks, one in each hand, and started stroking
them. They felt so small compared to my husband’s cock and I can't
really say he’s all that incredibly well endowed. Both of them were warm
to the touch and slippery with cum.
“Do you guys like a girl to suck your dicks?” I asked.
Yeah, it was a stupid question because what guy in his right mind would
ever say no. Still, it was more because I wanted to hear them say it out
loud.
They both nodded eagerly but that didn't satisfy me. “I can't hear you!”
I teased them as I tugged on their erect dicks a little harder.
“Yeah!” said the one with the lipstick. Jacob quickly followed with a
“HELL yeah!”, obviously trying to impress me with his “adult” vocabulary.
“Who first?”
This time I didn't have to encourage an outburst as they both tried to
outdo the other to beg me to suck their dicks. Did it really matter?
Well, not to me as so far as I could see - and feel, they were both
exactly the same. Thus I made a scientific-based decision - I was right-
handed so I would such the one in my right hand first.
Leaning over I took Jacob’s dick in my both as I maintained my hold on
John’s. I could still taste my pussy on him and the residue of his cum.
I gave him a few head bobs and then turned my attention to the left and
did the same for John.
Back and forth I went between my pair of young dicks. Each time I tried
to stay a little longer before I went back to the other, slowly building
up their desire even more each time. Between the two of them I must have
sucked their dicks for close to a half hour, making sure I would quit
each time just in time to keep them from cumming. That didn't prevent
their precum from flowing though and they were each oozing a flood.
Finally I went just a hair too far with John and I could feel him getting
ready to cum. I had learned a LONG time ago that once that boulder
starts rolling down the hill there’s no stopping it so I turned my full
attention to his groin and waited for the inevitable.
John groaned in his high-pitched tone and I felt his hips lifting up off
the bed as he started to cum in my mouth. Damn, the kid STILL had a
decent load left for me! Talk about a sperm factory, his balls must have
been working overtime.
With a mouthful of his brother’s cum, I turned back to Jacob. Leaning
over his dick I spit his brother’s cum down over his erection and used it
like lotion to lubricate my hand around his hard cock. The I licked up
one side and then the other to clean it back off again before taking him
in my mouth.
“Oh that feels good!” Jacob cried out as he filled my mouth with more
cum.
This time I swallowed it down and then sat back up again on my heels,
licking my lips seductively and spitting out a little remaining cum
between my lips and then sucking it back in again.
Damn, I’d never expected anything like this when Steve came home and
surprised me!!
Chapter 7 - Unexpected Pairing
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This time the boys’ dicks finally showed some signs of being human and
dropped a little bit but they never went totally flaccid. I figured it
wouldn't take my effort to get them hard again and already I was planning
out which position I wanted them to fuck me in next. It seemed that
their mom had other ideas...
“Nice job Kelly!” I heard her call out to me as I turned my attention
back to them. Apparently Steve had cum but from the looks of it he’d
sprayed her boobs and face. Damn it, I’d somehow missed that and I knew
Steve wasn't exactly one for cumming quietly. Guess I must have been
busy...
“Why don’t you come over here for a moment,” she invited me waving her
hand for me to move over to their bed. Steve’s dick was going to need a
few minutes to recover - he wasn't thirteen anymore!
I wasn't quite sure what she was leading up to; SOMETHING seemed to be on
her mind as she had this mischievous look to her. What more could she
possibly have up her sleeve than we’d already done?
“While you husband here takes a break, I thought maybe the two of us
could get to know each other a little better,” she started out. Hmmmmmm,
from the way she said it, not to mention the way she was looking at me, I
had the feeling she didn't mean we would swap recipes.
Sitting next to her with my legs under me, she turned to me and kissed
me.
“Mmmmmmm, I’d recognize that flavor anywhere,” she said with a grin,
“Nothing like the taste of young cum, eh Kelly?”
I just smiled and nodded, not sure where this was going. But then she
turned her attention back to the boys who were sitting up now back on
their knees like two puppies looking for attention. There was something
about their look of expectation that caught my attention, like this was
somehow planned out and they were waiting for a cue from their mom.
“See them watching?” she whispered to me, “Have you ever see two boys
doing it?”
You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to see where this was going.
Was she serious though? Interestingly enough, while I’ve been involved
in a LOT of girl-girl pairings primarily for the purpose of teasing and
entertaining men, I’d never watched two guys doing it. It’s not like I
have made a conscious decision NOT to watch, it’s just not something that
has come up over the years with the type of groups I’ve been involved
with.
Why is it that when two girls make out that everyone cheers them on but
when two guys do it then everyone turns away? Like my husband LOVES
watching me another girl even more than having a guy fuck me. Even if
all we do is kiss he gets a massive hard-on. But even mention the idea
of two guys doing it and he’s history. Steve has reluctantly been
involved in some MMF threesomes over the years but they are few and far
between and then generally only under duress with the promise of some
form of payback to make it worth the effort.
I still wasn’t 100% sure where Marge was going with all this so I just
smiled and went along for the ride to see where it would lead. Marge
just nodded to her sons who knew the signal and then the most amazing
sight began to unfold right there in front of me. When I think of 69 the
first thing that comes to mind is being with another girl, followed close
behind by doing it with another guy. That’s as far as it goes though,
one of two combinations. Yes, there is a third possibility but it’s so
far out there I never considered it. Well, from now on THAT wouldn't be
the case.
The boys quickly “assumed the position” in that one of them, John from
the mark that was still on his forehead, laid on his back while Jacob
climbed aboard. Before I had time to even mention anything to their
mother, they both had a dick in their mouth and started blowing the
other.
“Holy crap,” I whispered under my breathe, not even really thinking about
what I was saying - it just came out automatically.
“They’ve been doing that for years now,” Marge said, “We didn't even have
to teach them, it just seemed to happen naturally. I just wish I’d been
there the first time they figured it out for themselves!”
I looked over to see what Steve’s reaction was but he wasn't watching.
If he had seen them to start he wasn't showing any signs as he studiously
avoided any indication of having anything to do with the activities going
on a few feet away.
Now I’ve always contended that I thought it was silly that men didn’t
suck cock as easily as girls would eat another girl out. Of course a
girl can lick me better than any guy as she knows what is going on down
there. If that’s the case, then why don’t guys do the same when it comes
to sucking dick? Heck, if anyone should know how to give the perfect
blowjob it should be a guy. For that matter, who better than your twin
brother?
“God I get so horny watching them,” Marge sighed in a husky voice. She
was reaching between her legs and playing with herself as she watched her
two sons sucking each other’s dick.
As for me, what can I say? I can’t say that it didn't turn me on - it
most certainly DID. Then again, it was more an intellectual thing than
an emotional one. It was interesting to see how they did each other.
All my cock sucking skills were pretty much self-taught with help from my
mom, friends and my dad’s porn collection. Even so, no matter how much I
handled a cock, I could never fully understand how it actually FELT to be
in the receiving end of a blowjob, just as no man can truly understand
how it feels to take a dick INSIDE of your body.
Just watching was enough for Marge anymore. She pushed back on my
shoulders, dropping me to the bed and then straightened out my legs. I
just laid there and waited to see what she would do and then she climbed
on top of me with her pussy over my face and her own head in my crotch.
It was a little unusual for me as usually I like to be the girl on top
but she was calling the shots now, directing the action on both beds.
Damn! I felt her mouth and tongue on my pussy and it made me quiver with
desire. Then she dropped her hips down, pushing her hairy pussy into my
open face. I could smell the heavy musk of sex and then as I reached out
my tongue I could taste the mixture if male and female cum, thankful that
the male portion was supplied by my own husband and not some stranger off
the street.
As Marge and I ate each other out, I couldn't see what was going on next
door as her thighs blocked my view. I reached back and tucked the pillow
under my head more so I could just look over her legs and get a glimpse
of the action in the other bed.
How do you describe it and do it justice? It’s easy to state the obvious
- two barely teenage boys in a 69, licking and sucking on each other’s
erections. Maybe it was because they were so much smaller and less
mature than if they had been even sixteen, but as it was they looked
incredibly cute! They could have almost passed for girls a few years
younger had it not been for the stiff cocks protruding from their groins.
As much as I wanted to watch the boys, Marge was proving herself to be
one heck of a pussy licker. Damn, she was almost as good as my mother.
From a purely technical perspective, I would say her skills were actual
as good, if not better than my mom but she lacked that special ingredient
- she wasn’t my real mother and THAT was the trump card.
When I came it was the best orgasm of the night. Marge seemed to know my
body better than myself as she would build me to climax and then back off
just enough to prolong things without letting me crest. She was making me
feel FANTASTIC!
When I finally regained my senses I was about to just pass out but then I
remembered the boys and my heart sped up yet again. My heart skipped a
beat as I hoped that I hadn’t been so involved in my own pleasure that
I’d forgotten about them and missed the climax of the show - literally.
It turned out my timing was perfect by some fluke as just as I looked the
first one started to cum. Jacob kept his mouth clamped on his brother’s
dick, determined not to allow any to escape. I had to wonder just how
much cum could possibly be left for John to spew into his brother’s
mouth! Apparently more than I would’ve ever imagined as it began to drip
from the corners of his mouth and then when Jacob was finished, John
opened his mouth to show his mother that he’d swallowed every drop.
It only took John a little while longer to return the favor to his
brother. Now the both of them had taken a load in their mouths and just
when I thought it couldn’t get any more surreal, they turned and kissed,
swapping cum between their mouths.
“I’ve never know two guys to love cum the way they do,” Marge sighed,
“But they only like each other’s - nobody else's.”
It was getting late and I had no idea how far they had to drive to get
home but I DID know how far it was for me and I had school in the morning
myself. Marge seemed to be having the same thoughts.
“Well, I think it’s time to wrap things up,” she announced. She looked
at Steve and smiled, “So did everything go as you had hoped?”
Steve said something about how much better it had been but when Marge
started to reach over to kiss him he backed away. She looked a little
curious but I could have told her the story. Steve HATED cum and once I
took a load in my mouth or pussy, either spot was off-limits until I had
thoroughly cleaned up.
“C’mon boys, time to get dressed and back to daddy,” she told them but
then added, “Get over here and let your mom clean you up a little before
you get dressed.”
Now had any other mom said that to her kids I would have expected a towel
or wet washrag to appear but Marge had other ways to accomplish her task.
Once again it was like they were expecting this as they quickly jumped
out of bed and stood side by side at the edge of our bed with their dicks
out as if for inspection.
Marge leaned over and took John’s dick in her mouth and started sucking
on him and licking him. Then she turned to me and offered, “You can do
Jacob if you want Kelly.”
What the hell, why not? The two of us each “cleaned” our respective son
although I think had we gone much longer they would have just created
another mess. Damn, did this boys EVER get enough?
Just then a thought hit me and I was dying to ask her but didn't dare.
Did they do it with their dad too? Well, I chickened out and didn't ask
so I’ll never know but I had to wonder.
I scooted over in the bed to be against Steve and he put his arm around
me and pulled me tightly into his nude body. Mmmmmmm, I loved the warmth
of my husband against me!
We watched as the three of them dressed and then bid them adieu. There
was no talk about getting together again or anything personal. We both
had a reason for coming together and now that had been fulfilled so the
“contract” was complete.
The door closed and locked behind them and for a moment we just laid
there in the sudden silence. After all the fucking, groaning and
moaning it seemed almost starting to suddenly be so quiet. The I felt
Steve push up against me and there was that unmistakable sensation of a
hard dick poking me in the back.
“Hmmmmmm, I thought you were finished after doing her?” I teased him,
reaching behind me to get a handful of my husband’s wonderful cock.
“Once was enough... you know how it is,” he sighed without embellishing.
Then he pushed against me again and said in a lust-filled voice, “You
really aren't that worried about school tomorrow, are you?”
I turned to my husband and looked him in the eye and smiled as his
beautiful brown eyes met mine.
“I love you Steve... I always will more than anything or anyone else. I
loved what you did for me tonight but what I want more than any of that
is for you to make love to me right now.”
He did... OH MY GOD he did! Yes, I loved being fucked by thirteen year-
old twins but they didn't even begin to compare to my wonderful husband.
THE END