Subject: Kissing Cousins
Story Codes: MF incest cousin
Diary Date: January 18, 2013
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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Growing up like sisters, Kristi and I have always shared most everything
- clothes, makeup, and boys. Most of that has dwindled away over the
years but every now and then it includes our husbands...
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - Growing Up With Kristi
Chapter 2 - All Together
Chapter 3 - Getting Started
Chapter 4 - Shopping
Chapter 5 - Dinner
Chapter 1 - Growing Up With Kristi
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I was raised an only child which has its pros and cons. From a purely
selfish perspective, I got mostly everything I wanted without having to
share anything with siblings. Paying for only one child to go to college
is a lot easier than three and so there were more financial options,
allowing me to attend the institution of my choice. There was no time
that this worked out better than during Christmas. Was I spoiled? Of
course I was and hopefully without sounding TOO self-centered, I don’t
mind saying so.
The flip side of the coin showed its face more as I got older and
realized what I was missing. Sure as youngsters almost all brothers and
sisters fight and don't get along but as they get older and mature
typically they become best friends and confidantes. There were times
growing up when things weren’t going all that well for me when it
would’ve been nice to have a sister to turn to for help and even at times
when things went well. Having a big brother to watch over me at school
would’ve come in handy more than once.
One thing that helped compensate for a lack of a bigger family was my
Aunt Linda and her daughter, my cousin Kristi. Kristi lost her father
when she was a toddler which meant she had to grow up never knowing what
it meant to have a father. Not only that, she was also an only child so
really who am I to complain about not having a brother or sister when I’d
been blessed with such a great father?
My Aunt Linda is two years younger than my mother, just as Kristi is
almost two years younger than me. With Aunt Linda deciding not to marry
again, the two of them more or less took up residence with us. Thus
while technically they lived a few blocks away, in more practical terms
they seemed to spend more time at our place than theirs. Kristi was in
many ways more of a sister to me than a cousin, especially in comparison
to my other cousins who I only see now and then, usually on special
occasions.
It wasn't until my later teen years that I learned the complete story
behind WHY my aunt chose to be at our house so much. Once my father
started having sex with me when I was sixteen, my mom filled me in as to
what had literally been happening right under my nose. I guess it goes
to show how you can miss even the most obvious goings-on when you don't
know to look for it. Then again, how many girls would suspect that her
favorite aunt wasn’t just talking real estate issues when she came over
to talk to her dad in his office? Like why would I even THINK that my
dad was having sex with my mother’s sister, especially knowing how firm
my mother was when it came to issues like adultery. At the time, of
course, I wasn't aware that sex within your marriage family wasn't
adultery but again, there was no reason for anyone to explain that to me.
Kristi and I always seem to be together growing up and often that meant
getting into trouble together as well. I like to tell people that Kristi
was usually the instigator when it came to us being naughty but I can’t
say I was all that hard to talk into doing such things. I WILL say that
I’ve always been far more conservative than Kristi in many ways. First
and foremost, religion plays a major role in my life whereas for Kristi
attending church is something she did growing up because her mom made her
go. Now that’s she married and on her own without her mother’s daily
influence, the only time she attends services is usually as a favor to
me. Like she and Ben wasn't even married by a pastor but instead they
just went to the courthouse and bingo they were legally married.
Another way we’re different is to the number of sexual partners we’ve
each had. Not counting parties I’ve had one-to-one sex or at most a
threesome with over fifty men, probably closer to 100 these days. If you
include the anonymous quickies at various parties I’ve attended then that
number shoots up past 300 or more but that’s because there might be dozen
or more at one time. As for blowjobs, I really have no idea but it’s
well into the hundreds. Heck, I blew dozens of boys before I even
graduated from high school and like to think I had a pretty darn good
reputation when it came to my skills.
While I’m no slouch in the sex department, Kristi makes me look like a
virgin in comparison. Whereas I was willing to blow any boy who dated
me, I usually drew the line when it came to actual sex and reserved that
for the more deserving ones. Kristi’s reputation was considerably more
“enhanced” in that for her, NOT putting out on the first date was
something to write home about.
In college my sexual resume was rather restricted, to say the least,
because of the draconian rules regarding sexual conduct as dictated by my
ultra-conservative Christian university. In contrast, Kristi’s brief
collegiate career at a state university was marked more by coed dorm sex
parties and even her own version of an escort service until she dropped
out rather unceremoniously. Upon graduation I went on to pursue a
teaching career whereas Kristi turned to a so-called “professional escort
service” where she made more money in a week on her back (among other
positions) than I did in a year as a 4-6th grade teacher at a small
private Christian elementary school. Needless to say her tally of sexual
conquests skyrocketed upward whereas mine sort of hit a plateau,
especially after an old boyfriend showed up in town again.
That leads to another difference between us. I’m now married to the guy
who received my first blowjob and then soon afterwards took my virginity
- my first crush and love. In contrast, Kristi married one of her
“clients” who was married at the time he was paying for her services.
Eventually he dumped his wife after Kristi “retired” so he could marry
her. At least there weren’t any kids involved. I mean like talk about
two totally different paths to the altar! Well, at least mine actually
included an altar.
Even now as married working women we lead totally different lives. I
teach at the public middle school now but still volunteer at church and
various civic organizations. Within the community I like to think my
husband and I have earned a reputation of being a loving couple with high
morals and standards. Personally I believe that to be true in private as
well. For obvious reasons our more private activities, including
swapping and incest (at least for me) are kept private and other than my
penchant for dressing a bit more risqué than most people might consider
“appropriate” I don't think I’m all that different from most other women
my age.
Kristi may not work as a hooker anymore but even as an assistant in her
mom’s realtor business she puts her well-honed “skills” to work. Nothing
closes a deal better than screwing the client, at least that’s her motto.
My aunt may have developed this rather unusual business plan but it was
her daughter who perfected it. As for Kristi’s public reputation...
let’s just say most women wouldn't let their husbands within fifty feet
of her if given the choice! I may dress a little risqué but she goes for
the major slut look even though she’s well past her “school slut” days.
Then again, it’s not like her mom dresses all that much more
conservative.
There have been times through the years when I wondered if my sexy little
cousin would ever settle down and pick one man to marry. As it turns
out, while she DID marry I can't really say she picked just one guy. A
perfect example of how Kristi approaches marriage was demonstrated when
she first introduced me to her husband. Sounds innocent enough until you
learn that I didn't know they were married until AFTER he’d fucked me.
The ceremony had been private and included only her mother. Heck, I
didn't even know they were getting serious, let alone engaged!
As I mentioned, it wasn't until after Ben had fucked me in front of her
that Kristi informed me that I’d just taken a load in my pussy from her
newly minted husband. I mean like talk about keeping your cards close to
your chest! She thought it was hilarious to play such a joke on me which
only goes to show her mindset regarding marriage and fidelity.
Since that first time Kristi and Ben have gotten together with me and
Steve for the occasional swap. I mean like the convenience was simply
too hard to turn down - no worries about getting hooked up, no security
issues or privacy problems. A simple phone call or even just a knock on
the door was all it took to get the balls rolling... literally.
So far as I was concerned, swapping with Kristi was fun and I knew Steve
had always enjoyed fucking my cousin. Ben was a lot older than Kristi,
42 in fact making him closer to my dad’s age than my husband’s. Given my
preference for older men when it comes to sex this wasn't anything bad so
far as I was concerned. Of course the additional thrill of him cheating
on his wife didn't apply in this situation. Based on her stories
sometimes I think he has sex more with other women than his own wife -
with her consent of course.
Normally when Steve and I swap with another couple we try to minimize the
time we’re all together and split off into separate rooms as soon
possible while being polite. That’s more because of how I want things
than him. Be real - there are a lot of guys that like to see their wife
with someone else - especially another woman.
Speaking of which, sometimes the other wife and I will fool around if the
guys are into watching that sort of thing but its more for their
entertainment than mine. We HAVE done the foursome thing but that’s more
for Steve’s benefit than mine. He may get off seeing his wife being
nailed by a stranger but I can’t say that watching my husband pumping
another woman I’ve never met before does anything for me. It’s not that
I care that he’s doing her, it just doesn’t turn me on personally to make
it a spectator sport.
That said, when we’re with Kristi and Ben it’s usually just the opposite
because I LOVE fooling around with my cousin. Kristi was the first girl
I deliberately masturbated in front of with the intent of being watched.
Sure I’d started masturbating years before that at home in front of my
parents but having your parents seeing you doing it because you don't
hide it isn’t the same as doing it for them with the intent that they
watch.
This also meant that Kristi was the first girl I’d ever watched doing
herself - and get turned on by it. What I mean is that seeing your mom
masturbating in her bedroom doesn’t exactly make you horny at that age so
watching Kristi doing herself was the first time I was ever turned on
that way by another girl.
Over the years my cousin and I fooled around a LOT and to most people we
must’ve seemed like sisters considering how often we were together. Each
of us knows we can turn to the other when it’s necessary like the time I
got her to pretend to be a whore (this was before she really WAS one)
with me for my dad so he could use us to entertain some clients from out
of town. It was cool because they had no idea at all that we were
actually his daughter and niece meaning he was able to fuck us in front
of them and they were none the wiser. That was a significant event for
me since it was also the first time I’d ever had sex with my dad with
someone outside my family watching is. True, they didn't know I was his
daughter but I did and that’s what counted.
Similarly, Kristi would “recruit” me at times when she needed some help
with a business situation. Probably the craziest time was when she was
hired to be the “entertainment” at some convention in the “hospitality
room” - another word for the courtesy sex room. Essentially I just laid
back on the bed for a few hours while a non-stop stream of horny men of
all shapes and sizes entered and did whatever they wanted - fuck me, jerk
off on me, have me blow them, or even just touch me (although fewer did
as I was covered from head to toe with sperm). It was one of those once-
in-a-lifetime events that I don't regret doing but would never do again -
all thanks to my cousin.
Probably the biggest difference between me and Kristi is our choice in
fantasy partners - I mean the type of guy we love to have sex with that
fulfills our greatest fantasy. For me it’s the husband and father of a
teenage daughter who cheats on his wife and family for the first time
while wishing it was his actual daughter he was doing instead of me. No
matter how many I’ve done such a guy, it’s so exciting that it’s like the
next one is the first time all over again.
Kristi may have married an older man but that still remains somewhat a
mystery to me. I guess it was her choice of a REAL partner versus her
fantasy one. Given a choice I would say that Kristi would rather be
fucked by a boy no more than half her age. Thus it was a quite a shock
when she first started doing them as while we were teens she wasn't
exactly discriminating when it came to the age of her partner. If he
could get an erection - meaning old enough to do it or young enough to
still get it up, then she was OK with it.
Personally I have to blame my Aunt Linda for her daughter’s behavior.
Maybe blame is too strong a word but at least “heavily influenced” would
be a better what to phrase it. It’s somewhat amazing to me how one
person can have such a similar effect on so many people’s lives. First
my Aunt Linda enabled my dad to recognize his life-long fantasies of
underage sex which he’d kept relatively confined to his imagination for
over 25 years of marriage. If there is one thing I think drove my
parents to divorce, it was that my mom didn't share her sister’s outlook
on underage sex. Talk about being on opposite sides of the spectrum!
After steering my dad to a divorce, Aunt Linda took aim at my husband.
The big difference was that unlike my dad, Steve hasn’t had a thing for
young girls all his life, at least no more than any normal heterosexual
male. The key difference was that she provided my husband with the
opportunity. Really, what guy is going to turn down such an offer?
Long before either of them she brought Kristi into the fold. In the
beginning it wasn’t Kristi going after the young boys but rather it was
the older men going after her. Her mother started bringing her to the
“family” sex parties as soon as she was old enough to quality - eleven in
this case. Before that it was just her mom’s boyfriends and one-nighters
looking for some hot mom-daughter sex where her young daughter was the
ultimate fantasy. Over time she went from being pursued to being the one
doing the pursuing.
Absolutely none of this was known to me until after my parent’s divorce
but once I was told it made perfect sense; allowing a number of
perplexing puzzle pieces to fall into place. Again, like so many things
in my life it had always been all out there in front of me but without
any suspicion as to the shape of the puzzle there was no reason for me to
suspect anything. Who would?
After my surprise introduction to Ben we didn't waste any time getting
together as couples. It quickly became apparent to all of us that what
we had was unique in comparison to what we did with other couples who
didn't share the history we were lucky enough to have. By far the
biggest element was the connection between me and Kristi which outside
our mothers was without doubt the most intimate female relationship
either of us shared.
Not to go off track again but this brings up another difference between
us - lesbian sex. I think for Kristi that sex with girls is on par with
the sex she has with men. What I mean is that she enjoys women just as
much as men. Of course men tend to be more available under most social
situations but that didn't mean she didn't take full advantage of any
“alternative” opportunities that arose.
For me, I’m not afraid to proclaim that I enjoy the physical pleasure of
being with a girl. Face it, with the exception of his dick (and that’s a
BIG exception) a guy’s body isn’t nearly as pleasurable to touch and
caress as a woman’s. But for the most part I like guys for what they
physically do to me whereas I like girls for how they make me feel
emotionally. Hence most of my female liaisons outside of parties and
such tend to be with family and close friends. If you ask me my opinion,
a dildo can certainly make me cum but not in the same MANNER as a real
dick! Of course I’m sure Kristi would disagree with me.
So anyway, now we’re both in the latter half of our twenties, married but
still without children. True, we got here using totally different paths
and our current lives diverge in almost every way, but we’re still
“kissing cousins” which has to count for something.
Chapter 2 - All Together
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It was the new year and we were all off to a fresh start with resolutions
most likely doomed from the start but still fun to at least try. Now
that the holidays were over there was nothing special on my schedule for
the near future. After the holiday break I was back teaching with Steve
working his normal shifts putting life more or less on cruise control.
Steve hadn't even gone off for any family parties with my aunt although I
think that had more to do with scheduling conflicts than any lack of
desire on his part. At the same time he hadn't even made any plans for
us to swap. Given these usually take at least a week or more to set up,
sometimes a month depending on the other couple, that meant life was
going to be pretty routine for a while - or so I assumed.
OK, here are enough jokes about the meaning of “assume” so I won’t go
there but at the same time the reason they are so popular is because they
are all too often true. Such was the case with my assumption with
regards to my upcoming sex life.
Sometimes I think I must be either really naïve or dim-witted. Based
strictly on my own ego, let’s go with naïve... What I mean it seems all
my life I have missed what others see instantly. Maybe it’s because I
tend not to look too deeply into people’s motivations and take their
behavior at face value. Whatever it is, the pattern has been too
consistent and too extensive over the years to attribute to coincidence.
Probably the biggest example of this was in my preteen and early teen
years. Despite what I now know to be obvious indications, somehow I
never figured out that my dad wanted me in a sexual way. OK, so I wasn’t
quite THAT naïve. Sure I knew that as a female I turned him on and
indeed I was above using this knowledge to my advantage when it came to
asking for things. But then just because he reacted as all men did when
I behaved that way it didn't mean he wanted to have sex with me - or so I
reasoned. Actually I never even thought of it that way. I didn't come
to the conclusion that he didn't want to fuck me, I never even thought of
it in the first place!
I could go on but it’s just more the same - Kelly going about blindly and
not seeing what was right in front of her face until someone spelled it
out for her without nuance.
So you would think knowing my own susceptibility that I would be more
cautious or even suspicious but it’s just not in my nature. Hence when
Steve approached me after he got home from work Friday night and told me
to get ready to meet with my cousin that he caught me totally by
surprise.
At first I figured he meant for dinner which was good as I’d conveniently
forgotten to set anything out for dinner - a trick my mom taught me early
in life. Then I finally caught on when he smirked and I saw that twinkle
in his eye that meant he was horny, or at least hornier than usual.
“Oh!” I exclaimed, “You mean THAT!”
We both laughed as he reached forward and hugged me, kissing me as his
hands grabbed my ass through my skirt before reaching under it.
“Anyplace special?” I asked him. It WAS Friday night and I had been
hoping to go out instead of just staying at home.
He mentioned a club we liked to go to which usually had a great DJ and a
small dance floor but still big enough to draw a small crowd. Sounded
great to me, not to mention an opportunity to show off the new dress I’d
bought myself over the holidays.
It was only six o’clock so we had plenty of time for me to shower and get
ready. Actually we had enough time for more than that...
Chapter 3 - Getting Started
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When I listen to the radio or read a magazine article where someone rants
about how couples who swap risk their marriage or have less satisfying
marriages I just want to scream. Like, do any of these so-called experts
have any REAL experience or are they just basing on the people they
counsel or otherwise hear from? Sure it’s not for everyone just as most
things in life but that doesn’t mean it isn’t a helpful tool for those
couples who marriages are founded on personal trust and love.
From my perspective, swapping has had a positive impact on my own
marriage. First, I can't imagine being limited to sex with only one man
for the rest of my life. That would be like saying I could only drink
one flavor of soft drinks or only drive one model car for my entire life.
Face it, sex is FUN and to stick with just my husband would certainly
eliminate one of the most enjoyable parts of life.
I also see swapping in a similar light to many reality shows. Like who
wants to really be (or even know for that matter) the sort of families in
shows like Honey Boo-Boo? As I heard one person say, “It makes me feel
good about my own parenting skills when I watch that show.” So too with
swapping. Sometimes the best sex between me and Steve is right after
we’ve swapped with another couple. Making love to my husband is always
special but to do it after being with someone else makes it doubly so.
Of course there are some drawbacks. One of the worst things about
swapping with another couple you’ve never met before is the anxiety of
not knowing ahead of time what will happen. Will they be outgoing or
introverted, kinky or conservative, into groups or pairing off?
That said, of the best things about swapping with another couple you’ve
never met before is the excitement about not knowing ahead of time what
will happen. Will they be outgoing or introverted, kinky or
conservative, into groups or pairing off?
This is one reason why I’ve never been a fan of meeting more than once
with someone I don’t intend to have some sort of relationship, even if
it’s just to be friends. While I DO enjoy it, it’s not the sex itself
that gets me so excited. Face it, ANY woman no matter her age or
appearance can get laid in 60 minutes no matter where she is or what’s
she doing IF she really wants it. What gets me exited is the newness
factor, the thrill of having sex with “strange”. Take that away and
what’s left? That is unless it’s someone you actually like and
appreciate for being who they are. So unless it’s a couple we plan to
engage in more than just sexual couplings, doing it more than once is
sort of a letdown the second time around.
When it comes to my friends and relatives, it’s an entirely different
matter. Again, it’s not just the sex itself that makes it fun although I
DO enjoy it. Needless to say it’s not the newness of to all as generally
I’ve known at least one of them all my life or at least most of it. In
these cases it’s because it IS my close friend or family member and
having sex just is one way of maintaining and strengthening our
friendship and/or relationship.
It’s like when me and Kristi when we shared boyfriends (or now our
husbands). I LOVE having sex with my cousin because we’re such close
friends that it feels only natural that we should be together so
intimately. The fact that we can do it in front of another guy - be it a
boyfriend in the past or our husbands today just makes it all the more
erotic. It’s not the sort of thing I’d want to do every day but now and
then it’s definitely on my to-do list.
One of the good things these days about having sex with Kristi is we
don’t have to mess around with all the formalities and introductions.
None of that silly the gamesmanship where we have to try and learn about
each other and how to please the other. Indeed, I know EXACTLY what to
do if I want to make Kristi cum as quickly as possible and by the same
token, how to drag it out without frustrating us both. Then again, she
knows the same when it comes to pleasing me. Even more importantly we
know what NOT to do, the things that spoil the mood or make the other
uncomfortable.
I’ve spoken a lot about the things I have in common with my cousin.
Well, as it turns out our husbands may seem to outwardly be quite
different in many aspects but it’s their more hidden traits that bring
them together.
For example, both of our husbands love watching their wife having sex
with other men and you can forget all that crap you see on the Internet
porn sites. I wouldn’t classify either of them as a “cuckold” as it’s
not like they are being humiliated or having us taken from them. If
anything THEY are the ones who push us to do it with other men and get
off from watching us.
Another area of similarity between our husbands that I really get a kick
out of is their blatant homophobia. Neither of them can hardly even look
at another naked man, let alone foster any thoughts about sex with him.
Yes, they both watch a TON of porn but they claim it’s more to fantasize
that they’re the guy than getting of actually seeing the guy himself.
One good thing about it is that I never have to worry about having to
deal with a DP with either of them as I don't think they would even allow
their dicks to get that close to another guy’s cock.
What I enjoy about our husbands, as I know Kristi does as well, is that
both guys are shameless exhibitionists when to comes to having sex.
While they may not care to see other dicks so much, they aren’t at all
shy about anyone seeing their own or using it for that matter. Public
sex? Oh yeah, bring it on. Steve LOVES me to suck his cock anytime in
public where we can get away without being arrested and from what Kristi
has told me, her Ben has the same fantasies. Luckily for them they each
married a girl who doesn’t mind fulfilling such fantasies!
As such none of us were to be satisfied just showing up at the other’s
place or hotel room and just have sex behind closed doors. Now maybe
later... but certainly not to start things off. The fun part for me was
coming up with an idea in the first place, and tonight had been no
different. It’s maybe one of the most redeeming points when it comes to
porn, at least in my eyes - helping to suggest ideas for a fun night out.
It wasn't helping though that it was January in Pittsburgh. Fortunately
we’d been experiencing an unseasonably warm spell after having just gone
through a rough patch of ridiculously cold weather. I suppose years
later this January would be “average” in the record books but that’s
because the average was of two numbers at the opposite extremes. In any
case, I was ready to take advantage of the mild temperatures.
Steve was the one to come up with the idea for tonight. A hard-core porn
aficionado, one of his favorite themes was the so-called “innocent” girl
being “interviewed” on the street. Of course she always puts out even
though supposedly she claims that she “never did this before”. Even
though it’s all obviously posed, some of them are still pretty hot when
you can see the people in the background going about their business
either clueless as to what’s happening or trying to appear not to watch.
Steve and Ben came up with a basic script and then we all sat down at
dinner to iron out some of the details. We didn't want it to all be by
the book as the spontaneity is what makes them erotic. At the same time
we didn't want to be arrested for indecent exposure so SOME preparation
was required. For instance, you need to find a place where people were
around that COULD see you theoretically but in actually practice probably
wouldn’t or even if they did, might not believe what they were seeing.
Several ideas were tossed out, most with some merit but none of them
hitting on all cylinders. Kristi suggested the restaurant booth thing
where we flashed and sucked cock in a MacDonald’s or similarly busy
establishment. I was the one to shoot that one down as there were too
many kids which meant if we DID get caught the odds were higher of being
arrested due to the kid issues.
My idea was JCP or Macy’s where we could do the infamous change room sex
scene. Surprisingly Steve was the one to nix that idea reminding me of
the last time we’d done that ourselves and how small the rooms had been -
definitely not good for three, let alone four people.
Ben was the one that earned the prize with his idea. It was a classic
porn idea but we all agreed it would be fun to play out all the same.
Essentially it was where a guy meets a girl in a public place and
convinces her to have sex with him nearby, typically right out in the
open. Of course if there’s anyone out there who believes that this girl
just happened to come along and was somehow talked into doing this, then
I have a great bridge to sell them in Brooklyn.
The devil, as it always seems to be, was in the details. The most
important problem to face first was where to do it. With the mild
weather I didn't mind being outside for a while, but not all night for
sure. At the same time Kristi was pushing for something more “public”
than a movie theater or parking lot. They guys... well all they cared
about was sex so it didn't really matter to them!
After Steve and I had finished with our second shower (what can I say, we
had the time...) I spread out my evening’s “costume” on the bed. I call
it that because it’s something I would have normally worn to a party than
out in public but then tonight was suppose to be something special.
Working my way up, it started with pure black pumps with a thin ankle
strap to make sure they stayed on regardless of what position I might be
in - a useful trait I’d learned from past experience. White semi-sheer
thigh-high hose didn't quite hide all my legs as the red plaid skirt only
came down to within a few inches of the elastic tops. A white matching
thong was to be worn under the skirt. The thong was more a “normal”
version rather than something totally risqué - such as the ones I have
with mere strings to hold them up. This one actually had a substantial
amount of material - nothing even close to being classified as a panty
but it covered my crotch completely.
On top I had on a white blouse that I left unbuttoned and merely tied the
bottoms sides together to form a halter-like top. The black bra
underneath would be plainly outlined through the thin material. Not
quite a “wonder-bra”, it still gave me a nice push-up look to maximize my
cleavage that would be plainly visible with the open blouse. It was cut
just above the nipples to allow for plenty of boob to show.
I decided to wear the diamond cross my dad had given me for Christmas and
other than my watch it was the only jewelry I wore besides the gold hoop
earrings. Although I didn’t go for too much makeup, I DID choose a
bright red lip gloss and darkened my eye shadow to give me a bit if a
that school girl slut look.
I’d debated a lot about my hair and at first was going to go for the
younger teenage girl look by pulling it back into a ponytail or maybe
even braids. Common sense won out thankfully so I just wore it straight
onto my shoulders. I suppose I could’ve gone out and paid a hundred
bucks for somebody to add body but since I doubted anyone would be
looking all that much above my chest, I figured why bother?
Steve watched me dress silently, smiling the while time as I put one foot
at a time up on the bed and slowly rolled up the hose onto my leg. I
saved the thong for last, teasing him with the idea that I might “forget”
to put it on but then dashing his hopes at the last minute.
“Do you REALLY have to wear that?” he asked like a little boy upset that
his mom had denied him something.
Putting my hands on my hips, I pretended to be exasperated and replied,
“Take another look at this skirt Steve. Do you think I can really go out
in public doing the commando thing with a skirt this short?”
OK, stupid question.
With the mild winter weather I forego a long heavy winter coat and
instead put on a coat more suited for fall or early spring that came down
about half-thigh - just enough to cover the tops of my hose and leave
someone wondering if there was anything else underneath. Steve
immediately pulled out his phone and snapped a shot.
“OK smart aleck, you can have THAT one but you may as well leave that
home,” I warned him.
“Ah c’mon babe, where’s that Kelly sense of adventure?”
I flipped up my skirt playfully. “I don't know... I think this way is
sexier actually. Keeps them wondering.”
It was true, that WAS how I felt about it. Heck, strippers have known
this secret for centuries. It’s not what you show that gets guys off,
it’s what you DON'T show. I mean look how many strip clubs don't even
allow the girls to get naked and yet men still flock to them. Even where
they do allow nudity the girls don’t usually take it all off until the
very end of their final set. With a short skirt they wonder what’s under
and then when they are thwarted by the thong it just makes them want me
all the more. If anything, Steve’s protests were just proving my point!
“So what’s Kristi wearing tonight?” he asked as he helped me with my
coat.
Actually I had no idea. We had talked about a few ideas but neither of
us had settled on anything last time we’d talked. With her huge wardrobe
it could be about anything so even trying to guess wasn't worth the
effort.
Looking at Steve, I thought to myself how easy guys had it sometimes.
After all I went through preparing for tonight, he’d just thrown on some
nice jeans and a shirt and bingo, he was ready to go. No makeup to worry
about, legs to shave, perfume to fret over, or unruly hair to tame. A
quick pass in the armpits with some deodorant, a splash of aftershave and
a few runs with a comb and he was off. I mean like half the men these
days didn't even shave! Thankfully Steve wasn't one of them as I hated
the feel of stubble against my sensitive inner thighs.
We’d agreed to meet Kristi and Ben at our first port of call - the T-
Station in Mount Lebanon.
The Pittsburgh Light Rail (commonly known as The T) is a 26.2-mile (light
rail system that also functions as a subway in downtown Pittsburgh. For
travel to downtown Pittsburgh it can’t be beat. While usually quite
crowded during the week, especially in the morning and evenings with
downtown workers, during the weekends it tends to be lightly used. The
station in Mount Lebanon has a large parking lot to accommodate the heavy
usage and then a platform from where you boarded the train car as it came
north towards the city. On Saturday nights they run about every twenty
to thirty minutes which was plenty of time for what we had planned and if
we skipped one of the runs, it didn't matter anyway.
Arriving at the parking lot, we spotted Ben and Kristi walking towards
the station. They spotted Steve’s truck easily and waved, stopping as if
to wait for us. It only took a few moments for Steve to find a spot
given the lot was practically empty.
“Nice hose Kelly,” Ben remarked as I hugged Kristi. I knew what he was
thinking so I didn’t make him ask.
“Yes... I AM wearing something more than just the hose,” I teased him but
at the same time not opening my coat to show him.
“And what’s with THIS?” Steve asked Kristi, nodding at the long coat that
came to her ankles, “I think that’s the least amount of skin I’ve ever
seen you showing!”
We all laughed yet at the same time he had a point. It didn't matter
what the weather or season, Kristi NEVER wore anything on her legs other
than hose and NEVER wore a coat that came much below her butt, MAYBE mid-
thigh depending on the style but that was the limit. Heck, I didn't even
know she HAD a coat that long and I suspected it was more than likely her
mom’s.
“So what are you hiding underneath?” Steve continued, acting as though he
was trying to pull it up so see for himself.
Kristi just swatted his hand away and grinned. “That’s for me to know and
MAYBE for you to find out.”
Yeah, typical Kristi. Always the tease.
With the preliminary greetings over, Kristi took over...
“OK, so Ben, you know what to do. C’mon Kelly, let’s go.”
Kristi took my hand and led me towards the platform, leaving the guys
behind. Both Steve and I had a general idea of the evening’s theme but
Kristi and Ben had been responsible for the detailed planning which meant
Kristi had done everything if I knew her.
“This is going to be so cool,” she giggled as we went up the stairs. The
place was deserted and as we’d see the last train go by just as we drove
in I knew it would be about fifteen minutes until the next one.
“OK, so act normal,” she said as she turned away from the stairs as if to
watch for the next train.
Just then one came in from the opposite direction. Ooops, being so
focused on the last train I’d forgotten that they ran both ways! Just a
couple of people got off and headed straight to the parking lot without
hardly giving us a glance.
“Hey, you girls waiting for the T?” I heard Ben calling behind us.
“Yeah, what’s it to ya?” Kristi answered back over her shoulder without
hardly a glance.
The two of them were up behind us by then.
“Well my friend here and I, we’re photographers and we saw you in the lot
and I knew right then that you would be perfect for this shoot we have
coming up.”
OK, so it was a total line of crap but then it didn't matter.
“Oh really?” I said, acting as if I bought it hook line and sinker, “So
what do we have to do?”
It was Steve’s turn and he answered saying, “Well, to be honest it’s for
a summer catalog so there’ll be lots of swimwear and that sort of thing.
We’ll need to see more of you before we can recommend you.”
“What do you mean by ‘more of us’?” Kristi asked, pretending to be
skeptical.
Ben took out a camera and held it up. “Well, like if you’re going to be
modeling a bikini then our sponsors are going to want to know what they
would be seeing. Understand?”
“I don't get it” I asked, looking confused, “Do you have some sort of
studio?”
“Oh now, nothing that complicated,” Ben said, “Just a couple of quick
shots is all. We can do it right here if you’re OK with it?”
“Here?” Kristi asked, “Like right HERE?”
“Hey, if you don't want to then that’s perfectly OK, we understand,”
Steve explained, “Most girls aren't ready for the modeling profession and
the demands it places on you. If you don't want to strip then that’s
perfectly fine, we’ll just find some other girls who need a break to get
into modeling.”
They started to turn away but Kristi called out after them. “Wait, we
didn't say no.”
Ben held up the camera. “OK, but we have to hurry, the train will be
here any minute now. Let’s see the goods. You, the one in the white
hose - open up your coat.”
He pointed at me so I untied the belt and pulled it open to show them my
bare midriff and cleavage.
“Nice boobs,” Ben complimented me, “But the skirt’s a bit too long - I
can’t even see your ass. You know how it is with today’s swimwear - very
revealing, so I really do have to see it.“
Of course he did! LOL
“Whatever,” I said with a shrug as if it was nothing. I lifted up the
front of the skirt to expose my thong.
“Nice... turn around now,” Steve said acting as director as Ben snapped
shots of me, “You, lift up your friend’s coat so we can see her butt.”
I turned away from them as Kristi lifted up my coat and skirt with it so
my all but bar ass was exposed to the guys AND the cold air. I could
feel the good bumps rising on my cold butt.
“Oh yeah, VERY nice,” Ben said as he snapped a few more of my ass.
“Sorry.. that thong is hiding too much, drop it.”
Yeah, like it was hiding a few square inches total of my ass but that
wasn't the point so I dropped it to my ankles, bending over with my feet
apart to show off my butt and rear view of my freshly shaved pussy.
“Better give that to me before you trip on them,” Steve offered.
I stepped out of my thong as Kristi helped and she handed it over to
Steve who put it in his coat pocket. Somehow I knew it was the last I’d
seen of it this evening.
“Very sweet... perfect ass,” Ben continued to compliment me. Then he
turned to Kristi.
“OK sweetheart, how about you? It’s your turn now.”
Kristi glanced around as if she cared if someone was watching and then
unbuttoned her coat, pulling it open when she’d gotten the last one.
“Now THAT is what I call a body,” Steve all but growled as he stared at
Kristi’s totally nude body under the coat. We’d talked about the
possibility of going naked but she’d been the one to talk me out of it
and now I knew why - so SHE could be the only one.
“So do you always go around town without any clothes?” Ben asked as he
snapped shot after shot as Kristi posed on the platform.
“Only when I’m horny,” she answered seductively.
That was Steve’s cue and he quickly pulled out his rapidly hardening
dick. All it had taken was one look at Kristi’s nude body and he was
ready to go!
“Well, I hate to see a girl all horny with nothing in her mouth,” he
explained as he stroked his stiffening cock.
Kristi didn't wasting any time either, squatting down in front of my
husband with her coat half open, just enough so he could see her boobs as
she started to suck him. As she blew him I looked to Ben who was
snapping away.
“So what’s the story, don’t I get any?” I pretended to complain.
Actually I wasn’t pretending anymore!
“Sure thing Baby, all you want,” Ben answered me as he pulled out his own
half erection which I took in my mouth almost instantly.
“Uhhhh guys!” Steve warned us. He’d seen the headlight of the
approaching train and in our current position we’d be in plain view of
the conductor and everyone else on the train.
There was a bench off to the side and the guys both took a seat facing
away from the platform. Kristi and I each squatted in between their legs
and resumed our efforts. With their coats and such there was no way to
actually see for sure but in our position it could easily be inferred
what we were doing. There’s something about a girl’s head bobbing in a
guy’s lap that is rather unique!
The train stopped but nobody got off. There were only a few people on
board and they all must’ve had business further north. A minute later it
was gone but we continued sucking as neither Kristi or I wanted to be the
first to let go of their dicks. It was always like that with us, just a
little element of competition, especially when it came to our sexual
prowess.
“God I want to fuck you so bad,” Ben groaned as I deep throated him.
“So what’s stopping you?” I teased him as I looked up at him with my hand
around his wet shaft.
Ben grinned and lifted me up and then spun me around.
“I think it’s time the lady took a seat, don't you agree?” he suggested
coyly.
Now that my thong was safely tucked away in Steve’s pocket all it took
was a lifting of my coat and skirt and there was nothing between his
waiting dick and my wet pussy than a few inches of cold air. Damn, it
WAS cold so I was more than anxious for a number of reasons to “have a
seat”.
“Now THAT’s better,” Ben moaned as I ground my butt into his crotch,
feeling his dick moving inside of me.
I look over and my cousin was basically doing the same with my husband
although I noticed she was keeping her coat closed now in deference to
the chilly air.
It was fun riding Ben’s dick literally out in the open with the town in
full view. Actually our current position was less suggestive than when
we were blowing each other’s husband. A BJ is unmistakable but grinding
on a guy’s lap doesn’t always necessarily infer sex - just ask any lap
dancer.
For a moment my theory looked like it might be put to the test as off in
the distance I saw the headlight of the next train. Damn, twenty minutes
can sure fly by when you’re having fun!
“Train!” I rang out, looking over at the other two to see what their
response would be.
“Screw it, we can catch the next one,” Kristi said as she wiggled on my
husband’s dick.
True but my ass was getting cold and my whole body in general was
starting to feel the chill. Yes, it might be unseasonably warm but we’re
still talking about warm for January - not July. So it wasn't snowing or
sleeting. That didn't mean you still didn't get cold, just ask the rest
of my body. The only thing hot was my pussy but then it had a built-in
warmer thrusting in and out of it.
“Let’s take this one,” I countered. Looking over my shoulder into Ben’s
face, I added, “We can pick this up once we’re inside and it’s warmer.”
Ben didn't seem to mind one way or the other as I would have expected.
Typical guy, only concerned that he was getting some pussy, not where he
was getting it.
I guess that’s why you never see glory holes for girls. Guys are so one-
track minded when it comes to their dicks they don't even have to see
who’s doing him, just the fact that someone’s mouth or pussy is around
their dick is all that counts. In contrast, the girl gets off from the
situation. Yes, it’s fun to suck a cock in that sort of situation and I
speak from experience. Still, the biggest thrill for most girls is the
setting and the circumstances, not just the piece of flesh poking out
from the hole.
Kristi still wasn't convinced and I could hear the train now so one way
or the other we needed to make up our minds.
“C’mon Ben,” I said, sitting up and pulling down my skirt and coat, “It’s
too cold for me.”
We were up close to the tracks but Kristi seemed determined to wait until
the last minute. Sure enough, the train arrived and she was still
mounted on Steve’s dick right in front of anyone who might be watching.
The second car was empty but the first one had maybe a half-dozen people
in it, looking like a group heading for some event downtown.
Timing it down to the last second, Kristi suddenly hopped off Steve’s
lap, pushing her coat down as she did. One advantage of wearing nothing
under it was she didn't have to worry about pulling it down or smoothing
it out. The coat was heavy enough to drop down on its own and nobody
watching would be any the wiser. IF they even noticed they would have
thought she was just sitting on his lap to stay warm until the train
arrived.
No sooner had they boarded than the doors closed and the train left the
station, heading for the next stop on the Red Line - Dormont. By the
time we reached it, Steve and Bob had taken their seats next to one
another at the end of the car and Kristi and I had resumed our positions
as well.
Pulling into Dormont for a quick stop, I was pleased that nobody was
waiting to board and so the train left without any change in the
passenger manifest. I loved looking out the bog windows at the traffic
and people going by as I slowly rocked on Ben’s cock. Actually the
motion of the train added its own element to the sensations in me.
Potomac and Fallowfield were small stop so it wasn't any surprise that we
just went by but South Hills Junction was a major point on the line. It
was the last stop before the tunnel and I saw a number of people waiting
to board meaning our private car was about to become a bit less
exclusive.
Just as we stopped I lifted off of Ben’s lap just enough for his dick to
flop free and he quickly repositioned it inside his pants and just got it
zipped again when the train came to a stop. I sat down between him and
Steve but Kristi didn’t join me, maintaining her position on Steve’s lap.
Leave it to her to push the envelope. She and Steve were wedged in the
back corner with Ben and me next to them but that wouldn't keep anyone
from sitting across from us.
As it was, only six people got into the car with us and there was plenty
of room for them to be seated in the front half of the car as they
appeared to be a couple and a group of four. They glanced back as they
boarded and scoped out the available seating but if they noted anything
different in the back seats then they didn't show it. I suppose it’s not
all that unusual for a girl to be sitting on her guy’s lap, especially
when it was as cold as it was.
“This is so fucking hot,” Kristi whispered in my ear as she leaned over
towards me.
“You’re such a slut,” I teased her, rolling my eyes as if I couldn't
believe she was doing this. Actually I couldn't believe that I WASN’T.
Wow, almost 28 and it was like I was becoming a prudish old lady!
“Yeah, I know,” she giggled and smiled, looking quite proud of herself.
I suppose it didn't hurt that she was doing it to my husband but I wasn't
to hers. Score one for her.
Chapter 4 - Shopping
====================
It was a quick run through the hill until we appeared back out in the
open again at Station Square.
“Let’s do some shopping,” I suggested.
A collective groan from the guys but then it wasn't like they got a vote
in the matter so who cared? LOL
“Sounds like a plan,” Kristi agreed with me as she grabbed a pole and
used it to steady herself as she stood up and let her coat fall down over
her bare ass before anyone could see anything, or at least they didn't
get to see much. Steve maneuvered his hard dick out of sight while I
blocked it from view.
The four of us followed the others off but they never even looked back at
us. Apparently either they were doing a great job of pretending to
ignore us or they didn’t see anything. More likely they didn't see
anything but when it comes in public sex matters it’s not whether someone
actually SEES you that scores the points, it whether they COULD have seen
you that really matters.
After the events of the past few minutes the cold air felt even chillier
as we made the short walk over to the shopping mall. As always, it was
filled with people shopping and eating out. Despite the wide selection I
really didn't see anything that I was all that interested in, at least
not until we passed by Hometown Sports, a store that specialized in
Steelers wear. There was the main store but now there were also two
others across the aisle that specialized in women’s apparel and another
for kids. Guess where I wanted to go?
“I need a new jersey,” I informed Steve as the four of us approached. It
was like I was ASKING for one, I was TELLING him I needed one. At the
time I was holding Ben’s arm while Kristi was practically welded to my
husband’s side from the way she was pressing in so tightly against him..
“Why? Don't you already have what... three?” Steve sighed. Typical guy,
thinking women only need one of anything.
“Actually only two... and THAT’s the problem,” I corrected him. “They’re
both getting all raggedy and after that last party I never could get the
stains completely out of the white one and we won’t even talk about the
black one!”
That brought as smile to Steve’s face and I saw Ben looking back and
forth at the two of us, obviously hoping for more information on the
inside joke but it was his wife who filled him in.
“Oh it was nothing, she’s just being a diva again,” Kristi huffed, “I
mean it was like ten guys so like duh, you can’t expect them ALL to hit
the target, can you?”
Ben’s eyebrows furrowed. “Target?”
Kristi just rolled her brown eyes at her husband’s naïve response. At
the same time I turned my head towards Ben and opened my mouth with my
tongue hanging out.
“Ohhhhhh.... THAT target,” he laughed as Steve just shook his head.
Well, he’d been one of the ten so he should know.
By then we were in the store and I was making my way through the racks.
Kristi was obviously bored and started to wander the store and I started
worrying about what she might do. Hidden nudity and boredom - not a good
combination when it came to Kristi and not one that typically remained
stable for long.
Leaving her to her own devices for the time being, I found something my
size and held it up against me for Ben to see.
“What do you think?” I asked.
Ben just shrugged but then who could blame him. I mean like how could he
really say anything when I was holding it up against my coat. In any
case it wasn't like it was all that difficult to buy, it was just a
question of how loose I wanted it to be on me.
“Maybe I should try it on... what do you think Ben?”
Ben looked around and shook his head. “I don't think they have change
rooms here.”
Silly man. Of course they did but then I’d been here many times before
so I knew what to look for. This specialty store wasn't half the size of
the main version and so their fitting rooms weren't quite “rooms”.
“Follow me,” I instructed him as I headed towards the back of the store.
I didn't see Kristi or my husband which made me wonder where they’d gone
as it was sort of hard not to see them in the relatively small confines
of this store. Well, I had my own agenda and they were big kids now so I
figured they could fend for themselves.
“See?” I said to Ben as I pointed ahead.
Ahead of us was a small space that had been curtained off in the back
corner with a sign that said, “Limit 2 pieces at a time.” The curtain
only came down to within maybe a foot of the floor so it wasn't like it
was intended to be anything all that private. For trying on a jersey
like the one I was carrying, though, it was perfect.
Ben helped me out of my coat and I noticed the store clerk give me a bit
of a look when she saw my outfit. Whatever. She looked like she was
still in high school and seemed more in interested in her cell phone than
helping out anyone in the store.
Slipping behind the curtain, I removed my top and looked at myself in the
full length mirror. Frowning, I reached into my purse for a brush and did
my best to smooth my hair back out again. I stood up straight and turned
to the side for a profile look and felt pretty good at the outline I saw.
The bra did a great job of showing off my boobs to their best and I liked
the way my hose and skirt were coordinated to show off about three to
four inches of bare thigh between them.
“Ummmmm, Ben?” I called through the curtain, “Can you help me out in here
for a second?”
Ben poke his head between the curtains saying, “What do you need Kelly?”
Then he saw me in my bra and smiled saying, “Looking good girl!”
“Don't just stand there, get in here,” I said demandingly, moving as far
inside as I could but there was still barely room for him.
Again he just stood there like he was clueless and I was ready to slap
him. God, like did I have to do EVERYTHING? Apparently so...
“Like how the heck am I suppose to blow your dick if you don't help out a
little?”
Ben looked over his shoulder and then down at the floor, undoubtedly
taking into consideration the fact that anyone outside could see the
bottom 12-18 inches of our legs.
“Since when are you so worried about doing it in public?” I teased him
softly, “You sure didn't seem to shy back at the train station.”
“Yeah but there wasn't some kid sitting less than ten feet away at the
time either,” he whispered back.
“Oh like she doesn’t know what a BJ is,” I huffed, “The little slut
probably blows her boyfriend ever day after school.”
With that I reached down to undo his pants and he didn't make any effort
to resist me. Soon I had his pants open and pulled down just enough to
let his dick escape into the open. Holding it in my hand, it felt firm
but not yet fully erect. I loved the warm feeling as I wrapped my
fingers around it and tugged on it gently.
“Now be a good boy and be quiet,” I said teasingly as I bent my knees and
squatted.
There hadn't been any customers nearby when I had entered but by now some
may have moved down so I tried to be careful not to squat TOO far down so
my bare butt would be showing under the curtain. being so short it was
next to impossible to keep it from pulling up over my ass when I squatted
down like this.
Mmmmmmm, he tasted so good and his dick felt so warm and thick in my
mouth. Something about doing it with people right outside seemed to add
flavor as well.
“Oh god,” Ben sighed softly as my mouth engulfed his shaft.
Ben placed his hands on my head, pulling me into his crotch which quite
honestly I could have done without but I didn't protest. So long as he
didn't try forcing me to stay down on him when I deep throated him I was
OK with it I guess.
Trying to keep my balance, I put my arms around him and held onto his
legs as I sucked on his dick hands-free. Looking up, our eyes met and
remained locked as I licked and stroked his cock with my tongue. I know
that men love me to look at them when I suck them but at the same time I
enjoy seeing the expressions on their face as I work their dick. If
anything, it serves me as feedback to know what he likes best. No two
guys have exactly the same reaction to the same techniques so until I get
to know a guy pretty well I try to keep an eye on his facial expressions
to learn how to best please him. Even then he can like one thing one day
and another the next so it never hurts to watch.
My knees were starting to hurt from holding myself in this awkward
position of half-squatting. In any case, he was fully hard now and I had
a better place for his dick in mind - my pussy.
Standing up and holding onto his cock, I leaned towards him and stood on
my toes to whisper in his ear.
“Fuck me Ben... I want you to fuck me now.”
Someone once asked me how many guys had ever turned me down after I’d
asked them to fuck me. Well, I have to admit that I don’t bat 1,000 but
at the same time my record’s pretty darn good. By the time I get into a
situation where’s its appropriate for me to ask for it (OK, sometimes not
appropriate as well), the odds are he says yes.
Ben was no exception but then wasn't this the point of the entire
evening?
Turning to face the back wall, I put my hands out and leaned forward,
spreading my feet apart for him to get easy access. I felt his hand reach
between my pegs and cup my crotch, his forefinger immediately searching
for the entrance to my hot pussy. It didn't take long for him to find it
and push it up into me as far as he could.
“Not your finger dammit, your cock,” I hissed as low as I could yet still
be heard. It wasn't that I didn't like what he was doing but there was a
time and place for everything. Under the circumstance, there was no need
for foreplay, I just wanted him in me!
“OH yeah, that’s better!” I gasped as his finger was replaced with his
hard cock. It felt so good as he pushed it up into me, bottoming out as
the base of his hairy dick met my smooth butt. I loved the feel of his
thick pubic hair against my ass as he ground himself into me.
“Excuse me... is everything OK in there?” I heard the store girl outside
the curtain. Yeah, like she didn't know what we were doing on the other
side of the curtain. One look at our feet and how we were positioned
should’ve been enough for most anyone to connect the dots.
“It’s OK,” I somehow managed to get out although my voice cracked at
first, “Just trying it on for size.”
“Sorry, didn't mean to bother,” she said and I wondered if she was
standing close or had resumed her earlier seat. Did it really matter?
“It’s OK, I love the way it fits me,” I couldn't help but throw out as
poor Ben practically choked trying to hold back his laughter.
Ben must have been turned on by the exchange because I could tell from
the way his rhythm changed that he was about to cum. Yep, one thing I’ve
gotten pretty good at over the years is predicting a man’s orgasm. Oh
sure sometimes I was surprised but I like to think I’m better than 90%
accurate. In this case I was right on the money.
“Oh fuck!” Ben groaned as he tiered his best to keep his voice down.
Then Ben started thrusting up against me, driving his steel hard dick as
deeply as he could into me each time he ejaculated inside my pussy. Over
and over he shot load after load into me, the evening’s events to date
obviously allowing for a large load of cum to be deposited in me.
Once he’d finished he pulled out and I immediately felt a stream of cum
flood from me as I stood upright. Looking around desperately, I
chastised myself for not being better prepared. Then I looked at the
jersey and cringed. Damn, I hated to buy it pre-stained! Fortunately
Ben was better prepared - must have been a Boy Scout or something.
“Here, use this,” he said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a
handkerchief. It looked new but even had it been used I guess it
wouldn't have mattered considering what I’d be using it for in a few
seconds.
“Thanks Ben,” I said with an appreciative smile. Reaching between my
legs, I used his handkerchief to soak up and wipe off the fresh cum that
was now threatening to drip down my thigh. Once I was finished I held it
put to him.
“Thanks again, want it back?” I teased him.
Of course I knew he wouldn't. Ben was like my husband in that he loved
shooting his cum but once it left his dick he wanted no part of it. The
way Steve reacted should it so much as touch him was like it was some
sort of potent acid that would eat his flesh if he was exposed. Now mind
you, these are the same guys that love watching men shoot cum on my face
and letting loose their own spunk on my chest and ass, not to mention
eating it by the mouthful, but let so much as a drop touch them and it
was like they’d been bitten by a zombie. Yep, I could wash that
handkerchief a dozen times and Ben would never use it again.
“Ummmmm, feel better,” I said as I watched him pull up his pants and get
himself back together again.
Once we were both ready I brushed by Ben with the jersey on its hangar
and handed it to the store girl.
“I’ll take this one,” I told her as she gave me a look that told me she
knew everything that had gone on. Still, like I cared? Who knows, maybe
I’d given her enough incentive to try the same when her boyfriend visited
her in the store next time!
As we made our way to the counter where Ben looked at me. Realizing I
was making no effort to get into my purse, he just sighed and pulled out
his wallet and paid for my new jersey with plastic. Like what did he
expect? I hadn’t paid for anything on a date like in forever so I should
start now?
Having paid and walking out holding my newly purchased jersey, there was
still no sign of the other half of our foursome. I looked up and down
and decided the food court was probably the best option. I was batting a
perfect score tonight as sure enough, the two of them were sitting at a
small table out in the middle with a soft drink for each of them.
“Sheesh, what took you guys so long?” Steve was the first to say, “Did
you try on everything in the store?”
“Just one thing,” I said with a naughty smile as I licked my lips and
looked at Ben while wiggling my hips and shifting my weight from one foot
to the other.
“That’s my cousin!” Kristi laughed as she high fived me.
“So what... you two just been sitting here?” I asked rather
incredulously.
“What did you expect?” Kristi replied, pretending to be hurt by my
insinuation, “I’ve just been sucking on this straw.”
Unlike Kristi who could be teasing at times, Steve wasn't about to not
brag about their little adventure. I guess he’d always been that way.
Way back from when we first dated he was always going to school the next
day and telling all his buddies about how he’d done me. I didn't mind -
it gave me quite the reputation which at the time I didn't really
appreciate how handy that would be later when Steve moved away.
“Kelly, your sexpot cousin here has been flashing every guy she can,” he
said, smiling and pointing at her, “and a few girls too.”
“Really?... Here?” I came back.
OK, so with Kristi anything was possible but even for her this was a bit
out in the open for such things. She wasn't even sitting at a table
towards the side or back but right out in the middle in full view of
everyone.
“Nobody seemed to mind,” she said innocently.
Steve chortled, “Yeah, there was this one kid who I think circled by here
a dozen times.”
Oh well, enough of that... I was hungry and not just for dick.
Chapter 5 - Dinner
==================
Station Square has a number of places to eat, most of them pretty good
but my favorite place isn’t even right in the shopping center but across
the street - the Gandy Dancer Saloon. It was advertised as the more
casual sister restaurant - the Grand Concourse to which was attached.
The Gandy Dancer Saloon features a rustic atmosphere with wood plank
floors and small secluded booths, perfect for an evening like tonight.
There was also a long oak bar and another horse-shoe raw bar & pasta
station, both with tall bar stools which had served me well in the past
as well. What was also nice was it featured entertainment seven nights a
week. Not necessarily the best all the time but at least it was better
than canned music.
Saturday night and I feared the worst in terms of having to wait forever
but our timing was impeccable. We were asked if a booth would be OK and
it was all I could do not to say something like that was exactly what we
wanted... and why.
This time we sat next to our respective husbands with Kristi and me
taking the inside positions. The girl eating us was HOT, dressed in the
usual garb of fishnet hose and an outfit more suited for dancing on the
bar - which she may also do for all I knew. She offered to help with our
coats which I gladly took her up on. Steve helped me take mine off and
handed it to her but Kristi was sort of stuck. I wondered if she had
really thought this through when she chose to go bare under the coat as
now she had to wear it during dinner.
“No thank you,” she said to the girl, “I’d probably freeze if I took this
off.”
The hostess just smiled and told her that if she changed her mind then
just let her know and she’d check the coat with mine. Meanwhile was
scooted into the booth as she left behind our menus and set out coasters.
“You’re going to boil in that,” I teased her.
Kristi just frowned at me and responded, “Well, I COULD take it off you
know.”
I let it drop as there was no telling what she might do if I pushed her
any harder. While it would undoubtedly get us kicked out, and hopefully
nothing more, I knew Kristi well enough that she might do it just to
prove to me that she would do anything no matter the consequences.
Indeed, while at times she would hint at some of the kinkier things she’d
done during her prostitution career, I sometimes had to wonder what she
wasn't telling me.
“Missed you,” my husband said as he leaned over in to my ear.
I smiled and turned and we kissed for a moment while his hand found its
way to my leg and worked quickly under the short skirt to get in between
them. For a moment I was worried that more of Ben’s cum may have leaked
out but Steve didn’t put his finger in me but rather just teased my clit
a little. I had to wonder if he did that because he I knew that Ben had
cum in me and he didn't want to get his cum on his fingers. It made me
feel a little guilty as Steve WAS my husband so if anything he should not
have to worry about such things, at least not on a night like tonight.
“Oh!” I couldn't help but blurt out as his finger rubbed my clit just the
right way.
“Now kids, behave yourself at the table,” Kristi teased us yet at the
same time she looked at Ben with a “Why aren't you doing what he’s doing”
kind of look. I noticed that she had unbuttoned her coat up to her waist
so it was only being held by the top couple.
Our waiter came by dressed in western garb. He looked to be about our
age, not bad looking but nothing special. Still, he had a cute smile and
greeted us cheerfully. He took our drink order to start and left.
“Wow, place is crowded tonight.” Steve observed as he looked around.
“Yeah, can’t believe we got a seat so quick,” Ben concurred.
“Well I for one and glad because I’m starving,” I added.
Kristi smirked and I reached across to slap her hand playfully.
“And what are you smirking about,” I asked.
“Oh nothing,” she said whimsically, “Just thought after one sausage you’d
be filled for the night.”
Steve’s hand pressed harder into my crotch and I wasn't sure if he was
being turned on or trying to stake a claim on me. It wasn't like him to
ever be jealous and I knew he loved watching me being fucked so I was
placing odds he would’ve liked to hear all the details. Well, he would
but later tonight when we made love in our bed. Oh yeah, if I knew one
thing about my husband it was if I wanted him to fuck me REALLY hard, all
I had to do was tell him how another guy had recently drilled me.
Our drinks arrived and the waiter took our order. No sooner had he left
than Kristi announced she need to use the little girl’s room so naturally
I had to go with her.
“God! I’m SO fucking horny,” she whispered to me as we made our way
through the crowd. She’d conveniently “forgotten” to button her coat so
she had to hold it closed to keep from flashing the mob.
The restroom had several other women in it at the time but two of them
left almost immediately leaving just us and an older woman. She was
washing her hands and checking her makeup, paying no attention to us.
Kristi undid the few remaining buttons on her coat and flapped it open
and shut to cool herself.
“I hadn’t realized this coat was so warm,” she complained.
Can’t say I had much sympathy for her. Indeed, I responded with, “You
know if you’d at least worn SOMETHING under it you wouldn’t have to keep
it on.”
I glanced over at the older woman but either she hadn’t heard me or just
chose to ignore us. Kristi also seemed to catch the lack of response and
for Kristi, nothing is worse than being ignored.
“Well I think your husband appreciated my so-called wardrobe malfunction,
don’t you?” she said to me but facing towards the other woman as she said
it, “Especially how easy it was for him to screw me earlier. Don't you
agree?”
Either it was the last straw or she was actually finished. Either way
the woman hurriedly left without so much as a glance in our direction.
If anything, Kristi seemed rather disappointed.
“Do you think she heard?” my cousin giggled as she nodded towards the
door.
“Well duh!”
“Maybe I should have taken it off,” Kristi mused, looking at herself in
the mirror holding the coat back behind her such that the reflection was
her nude image.
Now it was my turn to ignore her. No sense in egging her on as I knew
from plenty of past experience that could only lead to trouble. In some
ways Kristi was like an eight year-old boy. All you had to do to get her
to do something was to dare her. I have to admit to having some of the
same tendencies. Still, at least I knew when it was better to say no
whereas Kristi’s “moral compass” had lost its direction a long time ago,
if she ever had it in the first place.
“God I’m horny,” she whined yet again for the umpteenth time now, or at
least so it seemed. For the moment we were alone but as crowded as the
place was I knew that aberration wouldn't last for long. Apparently
Kristi was thinking along the same lines albeit with a different
conclusion.
“Ever do it in a restroom?” she asked me, her eyes bright with smoldering
lust.
Sheesh, she knew the answer to that so why ask? I first did it in a mall
men’s room back when I was fifteen and many times since then. Actually,
except for one notable exception in the church lady’s room, it’s always
in the men’s room as it’s a lot easier and safer as well. Face it, if a
guy walks in and sees a girl in the men’s room, the reaction is a LOT
different than a woman walking in on a man in the girl’s room!
Kristi caught my eyes rolling and giggled. “No silly, I know you’ve done
it plenty of times with a GUY, but what about a girl? I don't remember
you ever telling me about that before.”
As you might guess, Kristi never bothers reading my diary. Now if I had
a video blog, then maybe she might but reading much of anything isn’t
exactly her strong suit.
Thoughts again of my one-time thing with a wife and mother during summer
Bible School came to mind. God, that seemed so long ago I’d almost
forgotten about it! Still, we didn't exactly have all day and the guys
would be wondering what happened to us soon so I just shook my head and
muttered something about another time.
“Well, WE haven’t ever done it so what do you say?” she asked with a
silly grin and the twinkle in her eyes she always gets when she’s working
on getting me in trouble.
“Here? Now?” I asked incredulously, “You’re crazy.”
“C’mon, before someone comes in,” she urged me, stepping into the
handicapped stall.
As if to force me to make a decision quickly, she dropped the coat and
hung I up quickly on the hook in the stall and stood there nude in front
of me in nothing but her heels.
“If you don't get in her quick someone is going to see me,” she
threatened as if something would happen to ME if she was caught standing
there naked in the women’s restroom.
I sighed and stepped in, closing the door behind me and not a moment too
soon. I didn't even have it locked before I heard the door open and what
sounded like a herd entering the room.
“Eat me,” Kristi whispered in my ear and then she turned to face the wall
and grabbed the handrail, bending over and spreading her legs, wiggling
her sexy hips to tease me.
OK, so maybe seeing a girl in that position doesn’t turn me on the same
way it would for a guy like my husband, but at the same time it WAS my
cousin and I couldn't help but feel a little tangle in my pussy. Maybe
it was as much to do with all the talk going on just outside the door. I
had no idea at all who they were or even what age or anything else about
them, but I did know one thing, they couldn't have had a clue as to what
was behind door #1.
“Why not?” I mumbled to myself.
I’d left my coat back at our booth so it wasn't like I had to worry about
dragging anything on the restroom floor. If anything I was most fearful
of losing my balance and touching it as I squatted down and held onto my
cousins sexy bare hips for balance. Kristi was only holding on with one
hand now, her other between her legs and fingering herself. I could see
from the wetness on her fingers she was indeed quite the horny girl!
Leaning in closer, I could already smell the scent of her sex and
thoughts of Steve’s dick in her not so very long ago came to mind.
Mmmmmmm, now THAT would be even better - to lick her out with my
husband’s cock in her. Watching Steve fucking another girl is one of
those take it or leave it things for me except when he was doing someone
in my family - especially my mom! Still, seeing hid doing Kristi was
still special for me. It was one thing to see him do her when we just
dated but now that it was my husband fucking her, it seemed even more
erotic.
God she tasted good! My tongue ran up between her swollen pussy lips and
I pushed it into her pussy hole as best I could, feeling it moving around
my tongue as she rubbed herself outside. I could just hear her breathing
hard but with all the hubbub going on outside I was pretty sure nobody
would notice even if she started panting loudly.
Hanging on to her hip with one hand, I reached up and pushed s finger
inside of her. Leaning back on my heels a bit, I watched as I finger
fucked her and she played with herself. Mmmmmmm, she looked absolutely
delicious bent over naked with her legs as far apart as she could and
still keep her balance.
Over the years I’ve masturbated enough time with my cousin, had sex with
her enough time, and shared men with her that I like to think I’m pretty
much of an expert when it comes to Kristi’s sexual responses. Of course
during her career as a prostitute I’m sure she faked an orgasm more than
a few times but even so I doubt it was all that often. There may be
women who claim they have a hard time cumming but Kristi certainly isn’t
one of them. Maybe it’s in the genes as I’ve never had a problem
myself, nor either of our mothers so far as I have ever known. Like me,
Kristi usually can control things pretty well, either holding back for
the “big one” or getting into it quickly when the circumstances needed
it. This was one of those time.
“Lick me!” she hissed as she turned her head and our eyes met. Oh yeah,
she was ready!
My nose was buried in her crotch, even pushing slightly into her pussy
as my tongue worked on her clit together with her finger. Suddenly it
was almost like she was peeing but from the scent and taste I knew she
was cumming. Again it must have been in the DNA as we both are more
“gushers” than “squirters”.
“Oh God!” she sighed and for a moment I was afraid that the women outside
had to have heard her but there was no indication of that being the case.
If anything, the yakking got louder as more women entered. Damn, how
many could fit in here?
Someone knocked on the door. Actually as crowded as it was and with only
a few stalls it was surprising that it hadn't happened sooner. Then
again, 90% of women who go to the restroom never actually use the toilet.
Either it’s to do your makeup, wash your hands or just to yak with
friends away from the men. God, if guys only knew what their girlfriends
say about them in the restroom to their friends!
Kristi stood up and quickly grabbed the railing as she almost lost her
balance. She was grinning from ear to ear.
“Thanks cuz, I feel soooooo much better,” she whispered in my ear as she
reached for some tissue to wipe herself off.
No mention of her reciprocating but then again we really DID need to get
back so I didn't make an issue of it. Once she had a couple of buttons
done, I opened the door and stepped out. Wow, there was only three
others in there but from the jibber jabber I would have thought it was
twice that many. They looked to be younger than us but definitely out of
high school; probably college students.
None of them said anything but I did notice each of them looking at my
face which must have been covered with wetness from Kristi pussy. It
probably didn't help that my hair must have been an absolute mess - which
I confirmed in a few moments with one eye-opening look in the mirror. As
for Kristi, from her flushed face and bright eyes it didn’t take much
imagination to see she’d just had sex and enjoyed it.
It was like someone sounded the fire alarm or something as suddenly the
room went deathly quiet and all three of them scurried out. One of them
was saying something like, “Oh my god!” and another “can you believe it?”
Obviously not party girls. LOL, if it had been me in their shoes I might
have asked to join in! Well, maybe not but I can fantasize.
For the moment we were alone again and I leaned over the sink to rinse
off my face.
“Did you see her face?” Kristi giggled, “That was hilarious!”
“Do you think they knew what we were doing?” I asked her, more to egg her
on than anything as it was obvious they did.
“Oh yeah, they knew... I bet they’ll be talking about us all night.”
For that matter, I had a feeling they weren’t the only ones that would be
talking about it. Kristi pulled out a small hair brush and fixed her
hair as I tried to do the same. Damn, I had to practically redo my whole
makeup after washing Kristi off my face. A toothbrush and toothpaste
wouldn't have been a bad idea either but they weren’t part of my usual
arsenal that I kept in my purse, especially a small one like I was
carrying tonight.
Back at the booth, the guys stood up to let us in.
“Sheesh, what do you girls DO in there anyway?” Ben asked with an
exasperated look on his face, “Good thing they are running so slow
tonight or we could’ve had dinner and dessert by now.”
“We had sex,” Kristi said in a matter-of-fact tone, as if she was telling
them we put on makeup or something.
Steve knew Kristi long enough to know she could be quite a tease so he
wasn’t falling for what her suspected to be just that = a major tease.
“Yeah right... and that hot hostess stopped by to blow the two of us
while you were gone.”
I smiled sweetly at Steve and leaned over to kiss him. I may have washed
my face and put on makeup but it would take more than that to totally
erase the strong scent of my cousin’s pussy cum.
“No shit!” Steve chuckled and then looked over at Ben. “Well, guess they
did.”
Ben didn't seem to catch on right away - not like he’s the sharpest knife
in the drawer sometimes which I guess is one reason he and Kristi get
along so well.
Steve could see he was being too subtle for Ben so he added, “I do
believe my wife her has been eating our yours judging from what I can
smell on her face.”
Not even Ben could miss that one and his eyes widened as he turned to
Kristi. She was practically beaming as she wore a full-tooth smile.
“Before you ask, yes she did,” I said to him as I leaned forward over the
table.
There it was again, that “duh” look so I just took a deep breath and
said, “What I mean is yes, she came.”
Ben appeared embarrassed now as I realized that maybe I’d gone a little
overboard. Still, they guy was married to an ex-prostitute and he knew
what she was and he STILL had to have everything explained to him in the
dumbed down version.
Ben seemed more interested now. “Wasn't there anyone else in there? The
place seems pretty crowded.”
Kristi nodded and answered, “Oh sure, we did it in the handicapped
stall.”
Steve whispered in my ear, “Sound familiar.”
I giggled a little myself as I knew what he was referring to. Indeed, we
were both well acquainted with the virtues of the larger handicapped
stalls with their handy rails and open floor plans.
Our dinner arrived which effectively ended the conversation as the waiter
placed our meals in front of us. For the rest of the meal Ben was full
of questions as to what we’d done. No detail seemed too small when it
came to satisfying his curiosity. Kristi did most of the talking and to
say she embellished things a bit would be an understatement but I let it
slide. Ben didn't seem to questions anything so why not pour it on a
little. After all, how would he know I wasn't carrying a rabbit in my
purse? (Of course I’m referring to a small dildo, not the furry kind!)
By the time we were done it was getting late and seeing how Kristi wasn't
really dressed to go dancing or such we decided to head home for the
evening. Unfortunately we apparently weren’t the only ones calling it a
night as the T was filled almost to capacity, making it all but
impossible to repeat our incoming performance. I say “almost” because
the one thing the crowded car DID provide was a form of privacy to where
Steve could feel up Kristi under her coat and not be noticed with
everyone so close to them. Even Ben managed to get his hands between my
thighs and tease me a little with his thumb as he pressed it against my
still bare pussy.
Back at the station, we got off along with most of the remaining
passengers. On the way to our cars, Ben was the one to ask the question
I think we all were wondering about.
“Soooooo,” he drawled, “Who goes home with who tonight?”
It wasn't so much a question as a statement about what he would like for
the rest of the evening. Obviously he was hoping to swap wives for the
night. Personally I was divided. One the one hand I wouldn't have mind
IF that was what Steve wanted. However, after being teased and teasing
all evening, frankly what I wanted was to make love with MY husband more
so than being fucked by Kristi’s. I say that because there is only ONE
man in the entire world who makes love to me and that’s my husband. Not
even my father, the number two man in my life, has ever made love to me.
I looked up at Steve and squeezed his hand, hoping he would take it for
what I meant and not interpret it as me telling him to go with what I
knew his dick was telling him.
“You know, it’s been fun but I think I’d like to spend the rest of the
night with my wife,” Steve said firmly, leaving no room for negotiation.
YES! And people ask me why I love my husband and even though I still
fuck other men and his other women, why I know he wants me more than
anyone else. In that one sentence he said it all. God I love him!
Ben shrugged. This time there was no need for further explanation. I
kissed him and Kristi goodnight and we left as we came - husband and wife
together in their respective vehicles.
It wasn't long before Steve DID make love to me. Having sex with as many
men as I have in as many situations as I has left me with many memories,
some good and some bad with some of them never to be forgotten. Yes,
it’s special to have a man commit adultery for the first time with me.
yes, it’s special when my father fucks me. But none of those hold a
candle to my husband making love to me.
Our day ended actually well into the next day. I fell asleep in my
husband’s arm, his dick pressed into my ass as my pussy tingled from the
multiple times he’d cum in me. My last thoughts were how much I loved
him...
THE END