Subject: Ashley Madison 2
Story Codes: MF FF MFF incest father daughter adultery
Diary Date: September 13, 2015
Author: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>
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Summary
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It was only a couple of weeks ago that my friend Ashley confided in me
that her husband had been one of the men "outed" in the Ashley Madison
debacle. One of the things she learned about her husband were his
fantasies of having a threesome with her and another woman. Until then
she had never even been with another man, let alone a woman, so she came
to me for advice. So now she's been with a woman but the question
remained, could she muster up the courage to allow her husband to realize
his fantasy?
Table of Contents
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Chapter 1 - First Times
Chapter 2 - Making Arrangements
Chapter 3 - Getting Ready
Chapter 4 - Can She Do It?
Chapter 1 - First Times
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First of all, if you haven't read my diary entry from August 29, 2015,
I'd advice starting there as I'm not going to repeat everything. So
here's a BRIEF summary to serve as a reminder for those who did read
it...
Ashley and Ben are two friends of mine going back to our grade school
days. While we're quite different in many ways, particular when it comes
to sex, Ashley and I just seem to click and we each respect the other's
convictions and lifestyle choices, even if we don't necessarily agree
with them. For instance, Ashley was a virgin when she got married
whereas I'd lost mine when I was fourteen and had sex with literally
hundreds of men prior to being married - ironically to the same guy who
took my virginity (talk about going full circle!). My husband's sexual
resume, while not as extensive as mine, was pretty impressive but so far
as Ashley knew, Ben had also been a virgin when they took their vows.
What she didn't know was that he and I had sex once back in high school -
something I never intended to ever tell her. While I'm not what I would
call a lesbian, I do enjoy sex with women while Ashley had never even
kissed a girl. Steve and I enjoy swapping and mixing it up but neither
Ashley or Ben have never been with another partner since their marriage
day.
I found it rather ironic therefore when Ashley came to me seeking advice
after finding out her husband had been a member of Ashley Madison. What
I mean is that although I had found out my husband was a member, it would
have been no big deal yet he wasn't. Yet in Ashley's case, where it WAS
a big deal to her, her husband was a paying member.
When Ashley confronted Ben, he admitted his membership but claimed it was
just something he did on line and had never actually met anyone. Ashley
believed him, just as I would have. While Ben and I shared something we
could never totally put aside, it wasn't something we ever discussed or
even mentioned. Fortunately for him, being a man his wife didn't know
that he wasn't really a virgin on his wedding night but seeing as how it
was just a one-time thing with a girl back in high school, I'd have to
say he was pretty much a virgin in spirit!
The biggest issue for Ashley was Ben's confession that he'd always
fantasized about having another woman join them for sex. For Ashley, I'm
not sure which part of that bothered her the most - her husband wanting
to have sex with another woman or him wanted to watch HER having sex with
another woman!
Long story short (again, see my diary entry for the details) Ashley and I
had sex in her bedroom while our daughters played outside. I only
mention our daughters since while they had NO idea what their mothers
were doing, they DID interfere by knocking on the door before we'd done
everything I'd hoped we'd do but the important thing was that Ashley had
crossed the line - two lines in fact. First, she had sex with a girl for
the first time and in doing so, in her mind she technically had sex with
someone other than her husband which was adulterous. Personally, I would
disagree with the adultery thing as unless a cock other than your
husband's penetrates your vagina without your husband's permission and/or
acceptance, it's NOT adultery but then as I mentioned earlier, Ashley and
I have our own views on things and I respect her beliefs.
So now the question was... what next?
Chapter 2 - Making Arrangements
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For me, the "What's next?" question was easy - tell me husband. While
Steve and I don't necessarily share every sexual experience we have when
apart, I do try to keep him up to date on what I think are the more
important events. For instance, a simple blowjob at a store or even a
quickie for lunch with a friend isn't all that exciting to talk about but
I knew Steve would get off hearing about me and Ashley doing it for the
first time. Indeed, I knew Steve had a thing for her and had she and Ben
been receptive I'm sure he would have had no problem trading wives with
Ben for a night! But like me, Steve respects other people's morals and
lifestyles and it's not like we had to have sex with EVERY couple we were
friends with to enjoy being with them.
Of course Steve was excited to listen to me tell him all the details. He
came practically as soon as he started fucking me after I'd finished
which was a little more troublesome these days as recovery time now that
he was in his thirties wasn't quite the same as back in his teenager days
when it was like he could fuck me over and over again without a break.
Yet the time in between allowed us to talk more about the two of them and
of course his initial reaction was to ask why it couldn't be a foursome.
I tried to explain to him that this was just a "fantasy come true" thing,
not like Ben was looking to open up their marriage or anything like that.
I had no doubt that IF it ever happened it would be a one-time thing,
much like when I have sex with cheating husbands who need to have that
adulterous episode they always dreamed of but once it was over, it was
over. I have to give Steve credit though, he tried every which way to
find an angle including offering to hide a video cam so he could watch if
they wouldn't allow him to do so in person but I finally convinced him
that he would have to be satisfied with my recounting of the day
afterwards.
So while breaking the news to MY husband was easy, I had to wonder what
was happening between Ashley and Ben. Oh sure she had SAID she was going
to propose something to him but I had to admit I had my doubts as to
whether she could go through with it. We met for lunch again later the
following week and she turned so red when I even brought up the subject
that I dropped it and we never said another word about Ben, let alone
what had happened between us the week before.
The day after Labor Day I ran across Ashley at the store and we took a
break at Starbucks. It was just us, no kids this time, so we didn't have
to worry about little ears overhearing our discussion. Not that they
would have likely understood anything although her oldest was twelve now
and might have questioned a few things. At first we just chatted as
usual but finally I knew one of us had to bring up the elephant in the
room and it certainly didn't appear it would be her.
"So Ashley, have you talked to Ben yet?" I finally had to ask.
Poor Ashley's face turned bright red which could have gone either way.
Then she nodded which actually surprised me as I would have given odds
she had chickened out.
"I hope you're not embarrassed about what we did," I said trying to smile
sweetly.
After a moment's hesitation she answered, "I still don't know quite HOW
I'm supposed to feel about that."
I grinned at her saying, "Well, I know how I do... I loved it."
"Well sure YOU did," she said a little sullenly, "But I'm not a slut."
If we hadn't been such close friends I might have taken that in the wrong
way but I knew what she intended to say, even if it had come out rather
snarky.
"We'll just have to keep working on that problem," I teased her and she
just rolled her eyes in a "whatever" expression. "So have you talked to
Ben or not?"
Ashley heaved a bit of a sigh and replied, "Actually I did. Yeah, I know
that surprises you but we talked about it over the weekend - it took me
all week to get up the nerve. So anyways... he seems thrilled - even
more so when I told him it would be with you."
"Oh really?" I commented, trying not to look TOO pleased.
Ashley frowned. "Yeah... not so sure how to take that to be honest.
Maybe a little TOO thrilled if you know what I mean."
"Well I'm sure it really wasn't anything to do with me so much as he's
excited about doing it with you," I jumped in, not wanting the
conversation to go off in any direction where she might suspect that Ben
and I had anything but a chaste history.
"I don't know," she said slowly, looking at me with what might have been
a little suspicion but then it may have just been my guilty conscience.
"Now it's all he talks about when we're alone... Kelly, Kelly, Kelly."
"Did you tell him about last week?" I asked, curious more than ever to
know.
Ashley's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Hell no," she replied
quickly. For her to use a rare profanity just emphasized how she felt
about it. "I'll never tell him. It's bad enough to talk to him about
this as it is."
We paused for a few minutes to eat some lunch and then she put her fork
down and looked me in the eyes.
"So how do you do this sort of thing anyways?" she asked, "I mean, I
don't even know how to get started."
I reached over and took her hand in mind and gently gave it a squeeze.
"Tell you what... leave everything to me. You just get someone to take
care of the kids Sunday afternoon and I'll come over right after church
is done."
For a moment I thought maybe I'd pushed a little too hard in suggesting a
date so close but then she seemed to relax. "What do I wear then?"
"Well, you guys always go to church, right?" I asked although of course I
knew the answer since I saw her and her family there every week. She
nodded and so I continued, "So let's both just wear out church outfits.
I bet that turns on Ben even more than if we were in lingerie."
It was obvious she hadn't been thinking along those lines but then she
wasn't as experienced as me when it comes to such things. It's the
taking of innocence that turns men on so what better than to have us
dressed in the same outfits we'd just worn to church?
"Well, if you say so," she answered although not too confidently.
So we were set, or least for the moment. I still wasn't ready to make
any major bets on Ashley carrying out this plan. Something told me she'd
chicken out, even at the last minute. As much as I loved my friend, I
knew our little adventure the previous week had only taken place because
I caught her off guard. Now she was going to have plenty of time to
think about things so would she really be able to do it?
Chapter 3 - Getting Ready
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There were several reasons I suggested Sunday afternoon. First and
foremost, Steve's schedule would have him home for the afternoon so I was
appointing him the babysitter for our two girls. I wasn't sure what
Ashley would do with hers as it wasn't like we could just lock them out
of the bedroom this time. Oh well, that was her problem to figure out I
guess. Then too, I guess I thought it would add a little spice to add
the church element given how religious I knew Ashley was. While I'd like
to think I am just as "religious" as she is in terms of our faith and
commitment, she is much more narrow minded in her interpretations of the
Bible and such so doing this on a Sunday right after the service just
seemed the right thing to do.
The only person NOT excited was my poor husband who was stuck with
babysitting chores while his wife was out having a good time. Oh well,
not that I felt particularly guilty about that. There are a LOT more
times when I'm the one keeping an eye on the kids while Steve goes out
alone or with my aunt to some party so it was about time he got stuck at
home. I actually did contemplate trying to get Ashley to let me sneak in
a spy cam so Steve could watch but I knew she was going to be under
enough stress as it was without having to worry about who might be
watching her.
Sunday morning came FAST, I guess because I was so looking forward to it.
The morning started out with the usual routine where Steve hung around in
bed with the girls while I headed over to my dad's place for our Sunday
morning tradition. Back when I was in high school living at home my dad
use to come to my room in the mornings before he left for work. Most
times he would just masturbate looking at me as I slept and then cum on
me but there were also days when he was a little hornier or had some
extra time in which case I might blow him or even let him fuck me. Now
that I'm not living at home anymore that tradition of course had to end
so in its place we came up with our Sunday morning version. Basically I
stop by before church, we have sex quickly and then go to church
together, usually with my pussy filled with his incestuous sperm. OK,
technically there were no sperms in it since he'd had a vasectomy after I
was born but you get the idea. After all, it's not like I was ever
looking to get pregnant by him - it was more the symbolism and the act of
him "mating" me that I loved.
Steve was never one much for church. While this somewhat perturbed me on
a moral level, at the same time it actually helped in terms that he was
usually home to take care of the girls while I was with my dad, not to
mention that Steve was never a big fan of seeing me and my dad having sex
together. It was sort of funny in that he LOVED watching men fuck me but
not my dad. Go figure!
So far the only person I'd told about my plans for the afternoon had been
my husband. I'd debated telling my dad but then I figured I'd just have
to go through the same discussion I'd had with Steve as to why he
couldn't join in. My dad had been eyeing Ashley since she first started
sleeping over and while I was sure she had no idea of his lust for her,
there was no sense pushing the matter. Plus, now that she was in her
thirties I figured his attention would be more on her twelve year-old
daughter anyways. So was my plan... so much for plans!
"Hey baby girl," my dad greeted me as I walked in through the front door.
Sunday mornings were always a crap shoot in that I never knew how my dad
was going to greet me. Some days he would be running behind and we'd end
up just doing it in the kitchen or dining room with him lifting my skirt
and just dropping his pants to his ankles. Other days I might be a
little early and catch him still getting dressed or in the bathroom in
which case I might get undressed and have "normal" sex in bed. It didn't
really matter to me as it was all for him. As his daughter I had a
biblical duty to honor my father and submit to his so however he wanted
to fuck me was just fine with me so long as he did.
"Hi daddy!" I returned my greeting, putting my arms around him as he
pulled me in tight with his hands on my ass. We kissed for a few
moments, his tongue and mine each exploring the other. AS we did he
worked my skirt up over my butt and I felt his large hands cupping my
bare ass.
"No panties, that's my girl!" he said approvingly. Well duh, of course I
didn't have any panties on - when DID I?" The same with a bra although I
sometimes would wearing both if I had a new outfit to show off. Still,
most every time I went over on Sunday morning I made it a point to leave
my underwear at home. Even if I DID wear it there, it was a pretty safe
bet it never made it to church!
"Sorry I'm a little late," I apologized as he started to feel me up.
"No problem... I'm ready to go!" he reassured me. Reaching down between
us, I could feel his cock bulging out against his pants - yes indeed he
was!
"Besides, I was thinking maybe after the service we could go out for
lunch and get a little naughty in the parking lot."
Hmmmmmm, as much as it sounded inviting, I already had other plans. So
much for not telling my dad about my upcoming adventure! As I undid his
belt and worked on his zipper, I quickly used the opportunity to explain
my conflict and sure enough, I'd been correct as to what his reaction
would be - spot in in fact.
"OH I remember Ashley - the little one that always wore a one-piece
bathing suit," he mused as he stood there with his hands to his side as I
pushed his pants down enough to free his erection. Mmmmmmm, he was
really hard and I couldn't help but wonder if memories of my friend were
having any impact. I couldn't help but smile - he WOULD remember that
about her. Nothing my dad hated more back then than was when one of my
girlfriends would hide her assets. Then again, had Ashley any ideas of
the thoughts my dad was having about her she probably would have never
come over to my house again!
"Good grief, she goes to our church dad," I responded with a hint of
exasperation, "Like you see her every week." Then again, being twice the
age she was back when he was masturbating about her he probably didn't
notice her these days, especially as conservative as she tends to dress.
"Oh yeah!" my dad groaned as the conversation effectively came to a close
once his dick was in my mouth, "That's my girl."
My dad had his hands on my head now, gripping me more or less gently as
he guided my mouth onto his dick. He was starting to hump now, holding
my head still as he effectively fucked my mouth. As he got going, he
pushed it in further and further until finally I was taking his entire
length. My dad may not have a porn star sized penis but he's hung pretty
well so those later strokes were pressing down into my throat causing me
to almost gag a few times but I hung in there like a trooper.
"Hey guys, church starts in ten minutes," I heard behind me. I didn't
need to look as it could only be one person - my Aunt Linda. "Finish him
off Kelly so we at least get there before the first set hymns is over."
I could hear my aunt opening the door to the basement and head down the
stairs to get to the garage where my dad's SUV was parked. For a moment I
wondered how long she had been watching from behind me but then it really
didn't matter. Usually she wasn't in such a hurry to get to church so I
had to wonder what was the rush. Was she meeting someone there?
"Do you want me to keep going or you gonna fuck me daddy?" I asked as I
stroked his wet erection with my right hand. I know, stupid question but
then he was expecting me to ask him. From the time he first fucked me
I've known that my dad loves it whenever I ask him to fuck me. He's
often referred to them as those "magical three words"... "Fuck me Daddy!"
"OK then, I suppose we'd better hurry things along before she has a fit,"
he said, sounding more than just a little disappointed.
It was a classic dilemma we faced many Sunday mornings. It was usually
my fault for running late but the question would arise, fuck a little
longer or get to church on time. Guess which one usually won out!
I could tell from his quickening pace that he was close anyways so I
stood up and grabbed the handrail on the stairs, leaning over and lifting
my skirt up over my bare butt to display my waiting ass for him.
"C'mon Daddy... fuck me," I encouraged him, as if THAT was even the
slightest bit necessary.
I moaned softly as I felt my father's hard incestuous cock sliding easily
into my soaking wet pussy. Like wow, how many times had he done this in
the more than fourteen years since we first started having sex? It was
in the hundreds, that was for sure, maybe into four digits by now. It
didn't matter as each time it was like it was the first. I don't think
I'll ever grow numb to the sensation I feel when my father first enters
me. Yes, I'll admit I LOVE it when our bodies join as one, when my
father gives me what only he can - my father's incestuous cock. My dad
doesn't have the longest dick or the thickest. He doesn't have any
magical staying powers and at his age he's pretty much a single shot
musket rather than the revolver he'd been when he was younger. None of
that concerns me as the only thing that DOES matter is the fact that he
is my father and that for a few brief moments in time he and I are joined
together as one, sharing our love for each other in the most intimate way
possible as I submit myself totally and selflessly to him in any way he
asked.
"Ohhhhhh daddy!" I moaned loudly, pushing my butt back against him when
he would drive his hard incestuous dick deep inside of my wet willing
pussy, "Fuck me daddy, I want you to cum inside of me."
Indeed, that was one of the things I loved most when having sex with my
dad - having him ejaculate while buried as deeply as he could push
himself inside of me. Pulling out and cumming on my face or boobs was
the sort of thing people do for porn videos, not in real life, or at
least not when a father fucks his daughter.
"God I love you Kelly!" my father exclaimed suddenly as I felt him ram
his erect dick as deep as he could inside of me. From our extensive past
history I knew what THAT meant so I closed my eyes to allow me to focus
on the happenings between my legs which meant so much to me.
Over and over my dad jerked and I knew each time another load of my
father's cum was being deposited inside of my body. Finally he finished
and for a moment he just stood there with me impaled on his now spent
dick.
"We better get going," he said suddenly and pulled out of me. Without
his dick acting as a plug I could feel his cum draining out of me and
down my ass and thigh. Hmmmmmm, for a moment I questioned my decision
about my panties. Maybe I SHOULD have brought a pair with me for no
other reason than to catch his massive load of cum as it drained out of
me! It's not like I had to KEEP them on after all.
"Just like a man," I teased him, "He cums and then it's all over. What
about me?"
"Shit, you can always do yourself in the car on the way over if you?re
THAT horny," he came right back. Yep, he might be my dad but he thinks
like any other man. It's all about HIS orgasm.
I knew my aunt was waiting impatiently in the car so I pulled my skirt
down and checked out my hair in the hallway mirror. Not perfect but good
enough. I was about to head down the stairs after my dad when I felt
something between my legs and made a detour for the kitchen where I
grabbed a washcloth and quickly wiped between my thighs to collect the
cum that was draining out of me. I decided to hang onto the washcloth as
no doubt there would be more cum where that came from.
"Well it's about time," my aunt groused when I finally hopped into the
back seat. I just ignored her as she seemed to be in one of her strange
moods today and I'd learned from bitter experience that when she was like
that it was best just to leave her be.
As my dad pulled out from the garage and hit the door opener button on
the rear view mirror, I leaned back into the corner behind the driver
seat and spread my legs enough so I could rub my pussy. By the time my
dad was on the street I was already masturbating. Ok, so sue me, I was
horny!
"Really?" my aunt asked with exasperation in her voice when she realized
what I was doing.
"Hey, I'm only doing what dad suggested," I came back with.
"That's a bunch of crap - don't blame your father, I know you a LOT
better than to listen to that," she said with a smile. Oh sure, like SHE
didn't do it all the time herself.
Aunt Linda turned back around and poked my dad in the ribs. "So let me
guess... left your poor daughter high and dry again?"
My dad just chuckled and nodded back towards me in the seat behind him.
"I wouldn't exactly say dry."
"Oh you goof!" my aunt retorted, poking him a little harder.
In truth I wasn't really paying all that much attention to them. Instead
my eyes were focused on the people in the cars next to us and walking on
the sidewalks as we drove by. It was exhilarating to be able to lay back
in the seat and rub my freshly fucked pussy - fucked by my own dad no
less, and being so close to my orgasm finally which they either drove by
or walked by totally clueless of what was going on just a few feet away.
I've always loved public sex an masturbation. Oh sure I'd like them to
actually see me but in some ways this was even better where I was doing
it with them in sight so close to me yet without any knowledge about it.
In some ways it was actually more erotic for me to be in a place where
people COULD see me than to be where they actually did. I guess maybe
because the people who would stay and watch weren't the ones I wanted to
see react to my activities.
"Better hurry up if you're going to do it," my dad warned me. Yeah, like
I needed to be told. I was horny, not blind!
"Oh yeah!" I moaned with my eyes closed as my orgasm crested and came
crashing down on me like a monster wave on a surfer's beach. Just then
my dad made the turn into the church parking lot and even in my current
state I had the wherewithal to slouch down a little bit more in the seat.
Tinted windows or not I wasn't about to let any of the uptight church
ladies catch me getting off in the middle of the church parking lot. As
much as I'd love to see the expression on their face, years of discipline
imposed by my parents ensured I took the proper precautions.
"You done?" I heard my aunt asking softly as my dad parked and turned off
the vehicle.
Like when is anybody ever really DONE when they masturbate? OK, maybe
guys who only carry a single shot musket but as a girl with the pussy
equivalent of a semiautomatic Glock I could have kept going for the rest
of the afternoon given the opportunity. If anything, my orgasms just get
better the longer I do it. Still, I knew what she meant by the question.
"I guess you could say that," I replied to her teasingly, "Or maybe you'd
like to finish me off after the service?"
She just rolled her eyes and answered, "Careful there, horny little
nieces shouldn't ask for something unless they're prepared to get it."
"And who said I wasn't prepared?" I teased her as I tugged my skirt down
as I scooted out of the SUV. Not TOO much but just enough to be at least
a little bit decent - after all, it WAS church so displaying my bare butt
wouldn't have been exactly socially acceptable.
My dad finally intervened, "That's enough of THAT you two, or maybe we
should just skip the service?" he asked with a sly grin.
"DAD!" I blurted out before my aunt could get in a word edgewise. He
knew better - church ALWAYS came first on Sunday.
"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch," he teased me and then raised his
eyebrows to add, "Oh that's right... you aren't wearing any panties!"
"John...," my aunt said softly, nodding at the people we were about to
join. Sometimes my dad needed to be reminded to behave himself and she
took it upon herself at those time to nag him a little. It really would
be bit hard to explain how my dad knew I wasn't wearing panties - or even
why I wasn't wearing them in the first place.
The church service followed the usual routine so nothing really of note
happened. As I sat in the pew between my father and aunt, I couldn't
help but look around and wonder what people would say if they had any
idea of what I'd been doing with my dad over the past hour, or the
conversations I'd shared with my aunt. Other than perhaps revealing what
some of the more conservative women in the congregation apparently
considered to be too much leg when I crossed my legs and allowed my skirt
to ride up, I was pretty sure nobody had any idea that under my outfit
there was nothing but me. Well, maybe being braless was a little more
obvious but these days with the styles available, no panties lines didn't
necessarily mean a woman was going commando.
As I looked over the congregation I saw other girls sitting next to their
fathers and I wondered how many of them were fucking their dads. If I
had to bet I would have figured at least a few. Based on my own past I
knew what people see in church and what happens in the privacy of your
own home aren't necessarily anywhere close to being the same thing. Oh
sure people sometimes commented on how close my dad and I were but I
really doubt whether anyone actually knew just how close we really were.
As the sermon droned on (my least favorite part of the service), I
started thinking about Ben and Ashley. I'd arranged with Ashley to where
my dad would drop my off after the service so we could all go to lunch
together and sort of break the ice a bit without having to jump right
into the middle of things. I noticed they weren't in church this morning
so I wondered what they were doing right now. Ashley and I really hadn't
talked much about what we were going to do but then I hadn't really
pushed her into that sort of conversation as I was worried it might
overwhelm her and lead to her changing her mind.
Sitting still in the pew. my pussy tingled as various scenarios played
out in my head. With my legs crossed I squeezed down a little and was
rewarded with a sharp sensation between them, causing me to let out a
little squeak before I could better control myself. It was all I could
do to keep my hands from reaching down and I found myself longing for
winter when I could have my coat over my lap to hide such things. Of
course none of this escaped the watchful eyes of my Aunt Linda.
"Behave yourself!" she whispered as softly as she could while nudging her
shoulder against mine. I just smile and looked at her with a "what are
you talking about?" expression, as if I didn't know what she meant. She
wasn't buying it of course...
"It's your fault so live with it."
She turned her head back towards the front of the sanctuary but I got the
message. Without panties to soak things up, if I got myself TOO horny it
could be a bit embarrassing to walk out of the church with wet spots on
the back of my skirt. Not that it hadn't happened in the past but these
days I was over thirty so people wouldn't just attribute it to being a
typical teenage girl daydreaming in church.
Still, I was getting more and more excited about the possibilities of my
upcoming afternoon tryst. The combinations and permutations were
practically endless! For instance, how much would Ashley participate?
Would she be able to play with me in front of her husband? Doing it
behind closed doors in her bedroom was one thing but with an audience -
even if it WAS her own husband? How would she react to seeing her
husband fucking me - assuming of course he did which I figured was a
pretty sure bet at this stage. I've had to deal with situations where
the wife loved it to others where she found that turning fantasy to
reality sometimes requires a heavy price be paid.
"Kelly... earth to Kelly."
My thoughts were interrupted again by my aunt nudging me and I realized
that everyone was praying as the pastor concluded his message. I quickly
bowed my head and said a few prayers of my own - undoubtedly with nothing
in common with what our pastor was praying for!
When the service concluded we were waiting in line to greet the pastor
when my best friend Beth passed by with her husband and two kids in tow.
It had been a while since I'd seen her so we hugged as her husband shook
hands with my dad. I smiled as I saw them as I was pretty certain that
Beth's husband had no idea that my dad had fucked Beth back when we were
in high school - twice for that matter. It was pretty significant as
back then he was married to my mom with a strict "no adultery" rule in
place so to fuck anyone outside their marriage family was pretty much out
of the question. I think my mom only went along as Beth and I were so
close it was almost like Beth WAS a member of our family. The other
important point was that it was the second time when my dad fucked Beth
that she learned that he was fucking me as well, making her at the time
the only person outside our family that knew this was happening.
"I can't believe you're wearing that outfit to church," she said softly
to me as we hugged, "You know you're going to get the church ladies all
in snit again if you're not careful."
She stood back and then grinned, meaning forward as if to hug me again
but what she really wanted was to get close enough to me so that she
wasn't overheard.
"Are you horny or what? Your nipples are poking through like
headlights!" she said quickly in a voice so low I could barely hear her
yet her mouth was up next to me ear. "And you really should wear panties
afterwards... I assume that's what those spots are at least."
Crap, that meant my earlier concerns about dripping onto the back of my
dress had been realized. I turned to my dad who had been up for hours.
Although I didn't say anything, I couldn't help but think the least he
could have done was warn me when we got up so I wouldn't have paraded
around with a spotted dress.
"What can I say?" I simply replied, shrugging and smiling.
"You're incorrigible," she giggled after which she said goodbye and left
with her family.
I shook the pastor's hand, thanking him for the beautiful message
although I hadn't heard a word of it. Then again, had anyone else? A
little cynical, I know...
"Don't forget to drop me of at Ashley's," I reminded my dad as he
prepared to pull out from his parking spot.
"So will we get to watch the video?" my dad teased as he turned onto the
street.
"Oh daddy!" I groaned, my usual response to the same line of questioning
we usually went through when he knew I was on my way to a sex party for
even just a date. He always got the same answer yet since I first
started dating he'd asked the question every time I was about to leave.
It was a pretty short ride to Ashley's and I stepped out of the SUV and
blew a kiss goodbye to my father and favorite aunt. As they drove off I
turned and walked to the front door, feeling like I was sixteen again on
a first date. What would happen in the next few hours?
Chapter 4 - Can She Do It?
==========================
Ben answered the door after I rang the bell which sort of surprised me as
I'd more or less expected Ashley to be the one. Not really sure WHY I
felt that way, perhaps more because I thought she would want to control
events, at least to some extent.
"Well imagine seeing you at my front door," Ben greeted me, his eyes
quickly roaming over my body. "Nice outfit!"
Judging from the way his eyes were focused on my chest I assumed it was
more what as under my outfit. Yeah, Ben had always been a boob guy, one
reason most likely why he'd been so attracted to Ashley who had the
biggest bra size of any of my friends back in those days. After two kids
mine were now considerably larger than the tiny A-cups I sported through
most of my high school years - not that the boys complained when I let
them play with them!
"So where's Ashley?" I asked, "And the kids?"
Ben poked his thumb towards the house next door. "Kids are at the
neighbors playing with their kids... good luck to them! Ash's still
upstairs... getting dressed I guess or whatever you women do."
Standing in the living room now with front door closed. I checked to see
the hallway was clear and turned to Ben.
"So just to be clear... she has NO idea what we did back then, right?"
Ben smiled naughtily. "Not even a hint. She'd die if she ever found out
you know. All that crap about marrying as virgins and such... you know."
I just smiled and then he reached out and grabbed me by the waist with
both hands, pulling me in closer to him as his hands slipped down and
lifted my skirt up from behind until he had both my butt cheeks cupped in
his hands.
"That's not to say I don't remember," he whispered huskily as he groped
me, "God, it was so hard to keep a straight face when she thought she had
to convince me to screw you."
A sound of a door opening caused him to suddenly pull away and I yanked
my skirt back down. Just in time too as Ashley made her appearance. I
can't day really what I'd expected her to wear but I HAD assumed it would
be a least a little suggestive. Instead, she looked more like she was
dressed for church - at least the way most women dress for church, with a
conservative dress that came down to just above her knees without even
any revealing any cleavage.
"Hi Kelly, sorry I wasn't ready," she apologized as she came up to me and
gave me a hug. She started to pull back but I wasn't going to let her
get off THAT easily, not with what I had been hoping for all the past
couple of weeks. So I pulled he back to me and kissed her on the lips.
At first she resisted, more out of instinct I think, but finally she
responded and for at least a minute we stood there kissing like lovers in
front of Ben who was clearly enjoying himself.
"Now THAT's worth the price of admission," Ben gushed, "Damn, I have to
admit I wasn't sure if this whole thing wasn't some practical joke you
guys had concocted for me."
"Well Ben, then you ain't seen nothin' yet," I teased him as we parted
from our kiss.
There was a bit of a pause at that point, it was like neither of them had
any idea quite how to move things along from this point so I decided to
help out a little.
"So lunch then? Where do you guys want to go?"
Ashley stammered a little, allowing Ben the opportunity to do what guys
do... cut to the heart of the discussion.
"You know... personally I think I'd rather just stay here and have some
pussy for lunch," he said with a lewd grin, his eyes dwelling on first
his wife and then me and then back to her again.
Ashley looked a little distressed and I knew this might be moving things
a little fast for her. But then again, I was a little surprised as to
how easily she adapted to kissing me in front of her husband. Maybe Ben
had the right idea in getting right down to things without a lot of
"foreplay".
"I guess that would be OK with me," Ashley said but her tone of voice
didn't sound as confident as her words might have suggested. "Kelly...
is that OK with you?"
Duh! Let's see... waste away an hour or more at some place like Eat n'
Park or get in bed with a sexy married coupe...? Oh yea, like THAT was a
hard decision to make.
"Sounds good to me," is what I actually said, trying not to sound TOO
excited about skipping the boring parts.
Another pause but this time I left it to one of them to pick up the torch
and lead.
"So how does this work?" Ben asked, looking at me as if I was the
professional. Then again... I was!
"Hmmmmmm," I pondered with my hand under my chin as if in deep thought.
Then I took Ashley by the hand and the two of us turned to face her
adoring husband. "Ashley and I have been practicing Ben... would you
like to see what she's learned?"
"Oh really?" Ben said, looking rather surprised as he turned his gaze to
his wife who was blushing like a high school freshman on her first date.
I realized then that she must not have told him about what she and I had
done before asking him about fulfilling his fantasy. Naughty girl!
"Why don't you take a seat then Mr. Ben... and watch," I told him, more a
directive than a question actually.
Ben had a huge grin on his face now as he reluctantly backed off and took
a seat in the middle of the large couch, stretching his arms out along
the top and leaning back against the cushions with his legs parted
slightly.
"You ready?" I asked Ashley gently as I turned to face her.
"I guess so," she answered barely audibly, her eyes looking down at the
carpet.
"I love you Ashley," I said loud enough for her husband to hear. With
that I put my hands on the sides of her head and we kissed again, quickly
turning it into a deep passionate kiss like we had learned to do back in
her bedroom. I didn't look at Ben but I knew he must have been staring
at the sight before him.
"Undress me," I said to her after we'd kissed for a while. Personally I
couldn't wait to get that dress off of her but I figured it would be
easier for her if I got naked first. It's not like her husband had never
seen her naked of course, but more about what it symbolized.
Ashley bit her lower lip and then she licked her lips which seemed to
have become dry suddenly. It's not like there was all that much to
remove after all. A few buttons down the front of my blouse freed it and
without a bra underneath I was quickly topless. Once she started it was
like she didn't want to stop or she might lose her nerve so she unzipped
the back of my skirt and it dropped to my ankles before she could grab
it, revealing my bare ass underneath as I stepped out of it. Of course I
left my heels on - they would stay on all day no doubt.
"I was wondering...," Ben commented as he grinned looking at my naked
butt. "Still hate underwear I see."
Ashley gave him a sharp look, like she wanted to ask him he knew my
preferences regarding the wearing of underwear but I think he realized
his slip-up as soon as the words were out so he quickly attempted to
recover.
"Oh like everyone doesn't know that," Ben admonished his wife, "It's not
like she tries to hide it. Shit Ashley, you use to call her a slut even
back in high school, remember?"
Ashley seemed to accept this so a potential crisis was averted.
"My turn," I said, more to Ashley but for her husband's benefit too. I
turned her around so I could reach the zipper on the back of her dress,
undoing the clasp first and then slowly dropping it down to her lower
back before it bottomed out. Of course she had on a white bra underneath
and as I slipped it over her shoulders and lifted it over her head I saw
the matching panties.
I was a little amused at how red her face was now that she was standing
there naked in front of us. She started to push off her heels but I
stopped her.
"Leave them on Ashley. When I come home alone, the FIRST thing I remove
is my heels. When I come home with a man, the LAST thing I remove is my
heels."
She couldn't help but smile and while I felt a little guilty plagiarizing
an old line from some Hollywood actress, it DID serve to lighten her mood
so why say anything?
Once again we kissed and this time I allowed my hands to start exploring
her soft warm body. God I love the feel of a woman! Not that I don't
like touching men but let's real... a woman simply feels a lot better
than a man! My hands roamed down her bare back and then I cupped her
buttocks, drawing her in closer to me as our exposed breasts pressed
against one another's. My nipples tingled at the feel of her boob
pressing against them so I wasn't the least bit unhappy when she
surprisingly took the lead and started to caress my breasts even before I
touched hers.
"Lay on the couch," I whispered to her and guided her over to where Ben
was sitting. I motioned for him to move more to the end and then
maneuvered Ashley so she was laying on her back with her head on her
husband's lap. At first her legs were extended out until her feet met
the arm rest but I gently pushed them up so she bent her knees and then
spread them apart for me.
"Ever see a woman eat out your wife's pussy?" I asked Ben with a sly
grin.
"Fuck no!" he was barely able to push out.
"Then watch and learn," I said as I lowered my face to my friend's hairy
pussy. Mmmmmmm, she tasted even better than I'd remembered! My tongue
quickly found her clit and she stiffened and groaned as my forefinger
pushed in and explored her already soaking wet pussy.
"Don't just sit there watching," I scolded Ben, "Play with those boobs!"
Needless to say he didn't have to be told twice.
Ashley pressed her legs together so my face was captured by her soft
smooth thighs. Oh yeah, they felt incredible against my cheeks! There's
something special about a woman's skin in that erogenous zone between her
upper thighs that feels so special! I can speak for myself in that I
LOVE to be touched there, even if it's my own hands.
Ashley was twisting back and forth as her husband and friend worked
together to bring her to the first of what I was hoping would be many
climaxes this afternoon. For a woman who claimed she didn't orgasm, she
did a pretty darn good job after less than ten minutes of the proper
stimulation.
"Oh my god!" Ashley moaned loudly as her hips lifted up off the couch and
she stiffened like a board, "Oh god I'm cumming.... I'm cumming Ben!"
Ben? Like HE was the one licking her delicious pussy and tugging gently
on her clit with my teeth? Was HE the one with two fingers up her wet
hairy pussy? True, he was doing a fine job massaging her impressive
boobs and tweaking her nipples but I'd like to think I was the one
principally responsible for getting her off. After all, it's not like
he'd been exactly doing it for her all these years. Oh well, it wasn't
like it was a contest I guess.
"Oh my god," she kept moaning over and over. Yeah... if there's three
words I'd love to purge from our daily vocabulary it would have to be,
"oh my god" as it seems that's the only phrase people know when anything
happens.
Finally she stopped and she just shut her eyes and breathed heavily, her
chest rising and falling as she regained her breath. I looked up at Ben
who gave me a thumbs up and a huge grin. I could only imagine what was
pressing up underneath Ashley's head at that moment. Then again... why
just imagine?
Getting back up on my feet, Ashley let her legs drop as she practically
collapsed on the couch. I stepped over to Ben and gently took her head
in my hands and pulled it down towards his knees so I could better see
his crotch. Yep, there was definitely something there trying to get out!
"While she's recovering, what do you say I take care of your problem?" I
teased him as I rubbed my hand on top of his pants right over his obvious
erection.
Ben just looked at me and grinned, just waiting for me to carry out my
suggestion so I undid his belt and pants, then unzipped his fly.
"Really Ben, tightie whities?" I huffed, feigning exasperation although
in truth I was a bit miffed he didn't bother wearing boxer shorts if he
simply HAD to wear underwear at all knowing what we had planned for the
day.
"What can I say, it's all she buys for me," he said apologetically,
pointing down at his docile wife.
"Whatever, I'll deal with it," I muttered as I worked his pants open and
reached down under the elastic where the head of his dick was lurking not
far down. It was hard to believe that so many years had passed since I
last had my hand on this dick! Leaning over him with my hand around his
cock, I whispered softly in his ear, "I've missed this."
Ben's eyes widened and he pointedly looked down at Ashley who wasn't
asleep, she just was relaxing now and obviously he didn't want her to
hear
me say this sort of thing. For that matter neither did I but I couldn't
resist the temptation to push the bar a little, especially if it turned
him on as much as it did me.
I could see Ashley starting to get restless so before I went any further
I took my free hand and rubbed her boobs just enough to get her
attention. Her eyes opened finally and she looked over at me
questioningly.
"Don't mean to disturb you Ashley but I thought you might like to watch
me such your husband's dick."
Her eyes opened wide at that and she struggled to get her balance and sit
up which worked for me as it made it easier to get at her husband's firm
dick.
"Take his pants off for me," I directed her. Then I continued but I was
looking at Ben as I said, "I don't want to let go of this nice hard
dick."
Ashley almost robotically slipped off the couch onto her knees on the
carpeting and pulled her husband's underwear and pants down to his ankles
before removing his shoes and socks and then taking his pants off
completely. Not surprisingly, she actually folded them before putting
them on the couch over at the end!
The best part of all this was to leave Ben naked from the waist down with
just his white dress shirt on. For the moment I decided to just leave
his with the shirt as the most important part of his body was now
revealed. He spreads his legs apart, his hairy crotch fully exposed.
"You're a very luck girl Ashley," I commended her, "Your husband has a
WODNERFUL cock. I can't wait to taste it."
I didn't wait long, like big surprise, right? Mmmmmmm, he smelled so
masculine and his dick felt so stiff yet smooth and soft as I first
licked up the sides and then around the underside of his dick head. Them
I took him between my lips as I started to seriously blow Ashley's well-
hung hubby. Mmmmmmm, I could have sucked his dick for the rest of the
afternoon! It certainly didn't hurt knowing his wife was watching
another girl blow her husband for what she thought was the very first
time.
"Help me Ashley... let's both suck Ben's delicious dick."
I ran my hands through his lush pubic hair, cupping his hairy balls in my
hand as his naked wife took him in her mouth while I watched. We traded
back and forth, first one of us licking him while the other sucked and
then reversing roles.
"Fuck! You guys are going to make me cum!" Ben gasped as I felt him
squirming on the couch under us.
"Remember what we agreed?" I reminded Ashley. She nodded but Ben
couldn't help but notice our little exchange and as horny as he was at
that moment he couldn't resist asking what this so-called "agreement"
was. I turned to Ashley, sending her the message to answer her husband
with my eyes.
Ashly took a deep breath and smiled sweetly at her husband. "Kelly gets
all your cum today."
"So I can cum in her mouth?" Ben asked. I couldn't help but smile as I
saw that it was directed more at his wife for her permission than at me
for mine. Ashley just nodded and so he asked, "And I can cum inside her
too? I mean in her pussy?" Ashley nodded yet again and Ben just sighed
and let his head lay back against the couch as if he was in heaven. Then
again, in a manner of speaking I suppose he was!
"You heard you wife... cum in my mouth Ben," I followed up before taking
him in my mouth yet again. He came so quickly I had to wonder if the
words we'd exchanged hadn't had as much to do with getting him off as our
mouths although I'm pretty confident they had a lot to do with it.
I sealed his dick with my lips as my hand stoked his dick until I felt
the first ejaculation send his sperm into my mouth, the sharp salty taste
quickly filling my senses.
"Oh my god," he groaned as he came again and yet again into my mouth
which as still sealed around his dick, keeping every drop inside. I
didn't even get miffed at his use of my least favorite phrase but then
when a guy is cumming in your mouth it's sort of hard to think about much
else of anything.
When he finally finished I leaned back and opened wide to let the husband
and wife see his gooey sperm coating my tongue. With a sly grin I closed
my mouth and exaggerated as I swallowed it all down in one main gulp. It
took a couple of smaller ones to clear my mouth but I don't count those.
All gone, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue in my best porn-star
imitation to show all his cum had been swallowed down into my belly.
"Mmmmmmm, this beats lunch at Applebee's any day!" I joked, well maybe a
half-joke, as I licked my lips like a cat after enjoying a bowl of milk.
Other than the flavor and texture of sperm as compared to milk, I guess I
wasn't far from that!
Glancing over at Ashley who was perched on the couch with her legs tucked
under her, I tried to read the expression on her face but it was like
trying to deicer the Mona Lisa. Was she pleased or unhappy? Maybe a
little of both? Maybe one more than the other? Normally I'm pretty good
at reading people but she was making it difficult to say the least.
Well, this was just a blowjob which in my dictionary doesn't even qualify
as "real" sex so did it really matter?
Ben wasn't the teenage boy I'd fucked so many years ago so his dick
pretty much went on strike and shrunk down to a fraction of its former
grandeur. I could think of a number of ways to stimulate it back to
form, the only question being which one? Well, if Ben was like 99% of
the men I've encountered, I might as well take advantage of something I
knew would work as well as anything... his wife. By that I mean ME and
his wife of course! Especially given the way the last time Ashley and I
had been together. Like, she owed me one, right?
"C'mon Ashley, I think Ben needs a little break so why don't we show him
your new skills?"
Since technically she hadn't yet eaten another girl's pussy (not even her
own for that matter assuming she was being truthful about her feelings
regarding masturbation) she was a little confused but then Ben didn't
have to know. All the better that he got to visualize us doing it even
before today.
Ashley seemed a little hesitant but then I took that was from the fact
she wasn't 100% sure even what I was referring to but didn't want to say
so in front of Ben. So rather than spell it out, I basically took the
same position she'd had earlier with my head on Ben's lap except this
time his dick was out in the open next to my face rather than being
cooped up inside his pants. Ashley moved out of the way so I could lay
on my back and she quickly got the idea of what I was expecting her to
do. If that wasn't enough, I made it painfully obvious by saying, "Your
turn now Ashley, show your husband how much you love my pussy."
It had to be obvious to Ben that his wife wasn't exactly leaping at the
chance but then no doubt he was assuming that we'd only done it once or
twice so she was still a little nervous. If anything, I was willing to
bet that turned him on all the more thinking that he was getting to see
her "learn to be a lesbian", one of those all-time top male fantasies.
At the same time, I think Ashley was more worried about disappointing her
husband than she was about sticking her face into a girl's crotch so she
managed to get in between my legs. I tried to give her some hints along
the way, knowing that hearing me would just turn on ben all the more and
get that dick to stiffen even faster.
"Lick along the inside of my legs," I said to her gently, running the
backs of my fingertips of each hand along my inner thighs. Oh wow, that
felt incredible, especially as horny as I was at that moment. Feeling
her wet lips follow was even better as I looked down and watched my
friend caressing my thighs with her long tongue.
"That's it... now work your way up to my crotch slowly."
Ashley followed my instructions to the letter, slowly but surely inching
her way up, wetting my legs with her mouth and tongue as she did.
"That's it... use your fingers to open my pussy."
Ashley shifted her weight to get balance so she could move her hand
between my legs. Using her thumb and forefinger she parted my wet pussy
lips exposing my swollen clit and vagina entrance.
"Aren't pussies beautiful? I asked Ben, turning my head up to look at
him. Ashley also looked up and a noticed a small smile on her face
appeared as well.
"Now watch Ben... watch your wife eat my pussy."
Ashley took my cue and stuck out her tongue, albeit rather tentatively at
first. I felt the tip touch my pussy right below my clit and then move
up until she lingered over my clit. I shuddered slightly as chills ran
up and down my spine. Oh yeah, one of the best things about being licked
by a girl was she knew from the outset where to lick you. None of this
journey of exploration that guys would embark on when they weren't very
experienced. Heck, even the experienced ones would often leave the trail
and get lost at times! It's pretty simple - stay on my clit!
"Oh yeah Ashley, right there!" I exclaimed although it was more for ben's
benefit as Ashley knew what a girl wanted. Even if she didn't admit to
masturbating, just the couple of times I'd eaten her out should have been
plenty to provide her with a roadmap permanently etched in her brain.
"Finger my pussy... push your finger up inside of me."
This time she took a little longer to comply but eventually felt the
pressure of her forefinger as it circled the entrance to my pussy,
wetting the tip until it slide easily inside of me.
"Yesssssss Ashley... fuck me... fuck me with your finger," I encouraged
her. She started to lift her mouth off of me to focus more on her finger
but I pushed her head back down without saying anything and she quickly
got the hint and continued licking my clit.
Reaching back with my hand I grabbed onto Ben's dick and was pleased to
feel a little life already returning. I wasn't surprised. Heck, if
watching his wife eating out the pussy of the first girl he'd ever fucked
didn't get him going, what would?
"Talk to her Ben... tell her what to do."
I squeezed his dick slightly and started to tug on it, feeling it growing
ever so slightly more.
"Make her cum Ashley. God damn you look so sexy!" he said in a voice
filled with passion and lust. Oh yeah, it wasn't going to take him long
to get hard at this rate and I knew without any doubt that he'd be more
than ready to fuck me as fast as I could mount him.
Meanwhile I was about ready to cum. I turned my head and rubbed Ben's
dick against my cheek as his wife made my pussy feel like it would
explode.
And then it did.
OK, I have absolutely no idea what a guy feels when he cums. Heck, I
can't even imagine having this thing hanging between my legs let alone
what it feels like when it stiffens and shoots its load. It MUST feel
good or else why would guys be so driven to do it? Still, at the same
time I think women have an edge in the orgasm department. Ok, so men can
pee standing up but women can cum and cum again and again and again
whereas for men it's one and done. All I know for certain is that there
is no feeling in the world to compare with my orgasm. Oh sure there are
all sorts of variations on the theme. For me it's also as much a factor
about the circumstance surrounding me at the time as the actual physical
stimulation. For example, the orgasm I get with my husband is like that
no other man can give me. We make love - the only man which I can say I
do that with. Then again, even that is totally different from what I
experience when I cum with my father's dick buried inside of me. True,
my dad fucks me rather than making love to me but that's only because I
am his daughter, not his wife and lover. With other men it's all about
the when and were, not so much the who. Are we in public? Is it behind
his wife's back? Hold is he? That sort of thing.
In this particular case it was all about getting licked out by a friend
who had always been so chaste and conservative while being watched by her
husband, the man who gave me his virginity yet his wife has no ideas as
she eats me out that we'd even ever had sex before. I can make myself
cum by myself so I didn't NEED Ashley to orgasm. What Ashley did was
give me one that was even better.
Ashley tried to pull her face from my pussy as I came but I held her down
with my free hand, not wanting to let go of her husband's dick. She
didn't really try all THAT hard - my hand isn't THAT strong. After I'd
cum I let her sit up and both Ben and I were treated to her face covered
with my pussy cum. She started to raise her hand to wipe her face off
but I stopped her.
"Don't do that... let me help," I told her, motioning her to come closer
to me. Ashley looked a little perplexed but she did as I said and when
she got close enough I reached for her and pulled her face to mine where
I kissed her and licked my cum off her cheeks.
"Now THAT's hot!" Ben burst out causing both me and Ashley to look up at
him and grin.
"I LOVE the taste of my pussy," I told him - and her in the process, "But
it's even better when it's on a nice hard dick that just fucked me."
It wasn't like I was saying it just to turn him on - which it DID do as I
knew it would. I really DO love the smell and taste of a woman's pussy -
mine most of all. I started seriously masturbating when I was eleven. I
say "seriously" to differentiate from those early years when I would
explore myself out of curiosity but it wasn't until I was a little older
that I learned how to get myself off. I'd experimenting by licking my
fingers after touching myself at an early age but I learned that there
was something special about it after I'd made myself cum. What I like
about tasting myself on a guy's dick - other than the fact I love putting
his dick in my mouth in the first place, is knowing that just moments
before that very same cock had been buried deep inside my body and now
after having left his seed in me I could taste him and me on it. It's
sort of along the lines like how sprinkles make an ice cream cone even
better.
Ashley and I kissed some more but now I was hornier than ever after
having just come off such a great orgasm. So many thoughts were running
through my head, so many reasons why I couldn't wait for him to fuck me.
Of course there was the basic need just to be fucked - that pure and
simple instinctive drive to be mated by a male. THAT goes without
saying. I also was excited about renewing my sexual relationships with
one of the few guys who I'd had the honor of revoking their virginity. I
suppose what I was anticipating the most, of course, was to see Ashley's
reaction when she witnesses her husband, who has supposedly never had sex
with any other girl but her, fuck one of her best friends right in front
of her.
"Are you ready?" I asked. I directed the question to Ashley, not Ben.
There was no doubt in my mind judging by the firmness of the dick in my
hand that her husband was ready and willing. Really, name me one man in
the world who would say no to such an opportunity if he's being honest.
No, it was his wife that I waited for a response from.
Ashley looked up at Ben and I could see the conflict in her eyes and
facial expression. Up until now she had done pretty well if you were to
ask me. I mean to go from being such a conservative marriage to even
just the oral sex fun that we'd just shared was a HUGE step, more than I
would have ever guessed she was capable of just a few weeks ago. But
THIS was the real test. For some women sex represents their marriage and
can't deal with their husband "cheating" with anyone else but her.
"Forsaking all others" in their wedding vows is taking quite literally
whereas for women like me, it's the intent that counts, not the literal
interpretation. I will never cheat on my husband which is what I meant
when I took my vows. That didn't mean I wouldn't have sex exclusively
with him. Of course as things turned out I would do it with a lot more
men that I'd expected when I said those vows!
"Ben?" she asked softly. It was almost like she was hoping he would
suddenly rise to the challenge, declare his love exclusively for her, and
tell her that he didn't need to have sex with anyone but her. Well heck,
if that's what she was hoping for then she was even more na‹ve than I'd
taken her for being.
In my eyes it was Ashley's "fault" she found herself in this position.
She was the one who snooped and found out about his Ashley Madison
account. She was the one who approached me and asked my advice. She
knew me well enough so like what did she expect me to tell her? She was
the one who made the arrangements. And now here she was, naked on top of
me on her couch after having just shared her husband's dick with me
(albeit only orally so far) and eaten me out in front of him. Honestly,
what right did she have to think her husband could say no to anything at
this point?
Ben bit his lip and for a brief moment I thought he might actually do it!
Perhaps my cynicism was misplaced and there WAS one man in the world who
could be that knight in shining armor and resist the most incredible
temptations. Had things continued on this path, who knows, maybe he
would have.
But not if I had anything to say about it!
"Fuck me Ben...," I suddenly broke the silence. It was like both of them
came out of some sort of trance and Ben looked down at me and grinned
broadly.
"Ashley?" was all he said, looking down at her and then at me. Mmmmmmm,
I knew it, he wanted me! There are few better moments in life than to
know a man wants me so badly that he's willing to do virtually anything
to possess me, even for just a few brief moments. Ben wanted me - I
could see it in his eyes, I could feel it in his hard shaft. I knew at
that moment he wanted me more than his own wife - so much so even that he
wanted to fuck me right in front of her.
From the look on Ashley's face, I could tell that she had come to the
same realization. I couldn't help but wonder what it felt like to know
that your husband desires another woman more than you, his wife. It was
difficult because I can't say I've ever experienced that myself. Yes,
I've seen the lust in my husband's eyes for other women. Yes, I've known
how it feels to see my husband's most base instincts take over when a
young girl offers herself to him. Yet I've never felt at any of those
times that he wanted her more than me. I've never been in a situation
where if my husband had to make a choice that he would choose anyone over
me. It goes both ways in that I will always be faithful to husband.
There's only one man to whom I would have to deny my husband if he ever
tried to keep me from being with - my father. It's not a question of
love - I love my husband more than anyone. It's simply that my dad is my
father and that relationship can never be broken whereas a marriage could
be. I pray that such a horrible decision will never face me! My Aunt
Linda was forced to do so and I hope I would have the strength to make
the same decision she did when her husband tried to stop her from having
sex with her father.
"Sit back in the corner Ashley," I said to her softly, "Don't say a
word... just watch."
For a few seconds I wondered if she was going to be able to do it but
then her eyes dropped and she meekly moved to the far corner of the couch
where she sat with her legs tucked up under her.
"OK Ben... this is it," I said to him as I lifted myself off my back and
stood in front of him with nothing on but my heels. "Tell me... tell
Ashley... say you want to fuck me."
Poor Ben! He wanted so bad to fuck me and I'm sure in his mind he was
thinking why doesn't this woman just shut up and sit on his dick! But
for me this was more than just sex. This was something that marked a
major milestone in their lives, in their marriage. I wanted to make it
something they would never forget, even if we never did anything like
this ever again.
Ben looked over at his wife who was sitting silently in the corner, her
hands clasped tightly in her lap to where I could see the whites of her
knuckles. What I would have given to be able to read her thoughts at
that moment! Then he drew a breath and looked directly at me, our eyes
meeting and I could see the determination in them.
"I want to fuck you... Forgive me Ashley but I want to fuck Kelly so bad
right now."
Good enough for me! I worked my way onto his lap and straddled his legs
such that my ready pussy was directly over his dick which was so hard now
it was pointing straight up like a missile ready to launch. I was about
to reach down and guide him into me when I looked at Ashley and a light
bulb went off over my head.
"Come here Ashley... guide him into me, help your husband to fuck me."
Ashley didn't respond at first but I could see from Ben's expression that
he was on board. He turned his head to his reluctant wife and said,
"C'mon Ashley, do it... I want you to be part of this."
Personally I thought Ashley had already been more a part of all this than
she had expected and that this was maybe a bridge too far but Ben urged
her again and she finally drew a deep breath and stood up on her heels.
"She's so beautiful, isn't she Ben," I said softly to him but loud enough
for his gorgeous naked wife to hear me clearly, "You're so lucky to have
such a sexy wife. You're so lucky to have a wife willing to let you do
this."
That drew a smile from Ashley although I wasn't so sure she was as
willing as I was making her out to be but the point was, she WAS doing it
and in the end that's all that mattered.
"Kneel down and guide him into me," I instructed her. Ben and I watched
as she knelt onto the carpet and reached between my legs for her
husband's stiff erection. I helped a little by dropping down until I
could feel the tip of his dick just touching me.
"That's it, rub it against my clit," I told her. She leaned over a
little to get a better viewing angle and then I felt his cock pressing
against my still super-sensitive clit. Oh wow that felt so good!
"Tell me again Ben... tell me what you want... tell your wife what to
do."
I think Ben was about ready to shoot right then and there! His face was
red and his breathing already a bit ragged as he looked down at his
crotch where his wife was rubbing his cock against her friend's pussy.
He never even looked up at me, he just stared down at what she was doing.
"Damn I want to fuck you so bad Kelly... so bad! C'mon Ashley, put it in
her... now!"
Ashley held him in position and I did the rest, lowering myself down onto
him until I felt the pressure of his head forcing its way into me. As
wet and horny as I was, it didn't meet a lot of resistance and I moaned
as I felt myself part open to accept him inside of me. I tried to take
it slow, to savor the feeling as his dick pressed into me deeper and
deeper but once he was about half way I couldn't hold back anymore and
just dropped down and took all of him inside of me with my pussy pressed
into the base of his shaft.
"Oh Ben!" I sighed, feeling exhilarated by the sense of fullness in me
and the crazy sensations I was feeling emanating from my crotch that
seemed to move out throughout my entire body as I rocked slowly on his
dick.
Ashley didn't stay on her knees any longer than necessary and moved back
to her corned on the couch as soon as I was impaled by her husband's now
adulterous cock. OK, so maybe technically in my book it wasn't adultery
as his wife was a willing participant, but somehow I got the idea from
the look on her face at this moment that she wasn't quite as willing as
she had been just a few minutes earlier.
Perhaps part of her change of heart was due to her husband's reaction to
having his dick in me. Ben quickly reached around and grabbed my butt
with both hands, helping me to rock on his cock and fuck him. I leaned
forward so my boobs were in front of his face and he immediately started
sucking on my nipples and burying his face in my cleavage. But what I
think affected her the most, even more than seeing her husband's dick
appearing and then disappearing back into my pussy, was when we kissed.
It was wild and passionate and there could have been no doubt in her mind
that this was more than mere sex... he LOVED fucking me!
Of course that's exactly what I wanted... I wanted him to love doing me.
I wanted him to demonstrate to Ashley how much he enjoyed me. It became
even more evident when he pulled me in tight and stood up, allowing me to
wrap my bare legs around him as he turned and laid me on my back with my
head right next to his wife. His dick never left my pussy during the
entire time as he started to fuck me right next to his wife.
I was sort of hoping that Ashley would get more involved at this point,
even if it was just reaching over and playing with my boobs or even my
hair for that matter but she sat still in the corner, never making a
sound and barely even registering an expression. Well, so long as she
was still there and watching, I was happy. The last thing I wanted was
to push too hard and have her leave the room!
Ben was losing himself as he fucked me hard and fast. He drilled his
dick so hard into me that he would drive me towards Ashley a little more
with each thrust until I felt my head pressing against her legs. It got
to where his head was almost touching hers as continued to fuck me
relentlessly.
"Oh my god... I love fucking you," he said suddenly which I think took
all three of us by surprise. Oh sure it was obvious from his actions
that he did but to come out and say it, and to say it just inches away
from his wife? Mmmmmmm, this was working out even better than I'd hoped!
"That's it Ben... fuck me... I love your big cock inside of me!"
It was like Ashley wasn't even there anymore as Ben and I fucked like two
lovers, each of us now telling the other how much we loved what we were
doing, how good it felt, how we both wanted more. I couldn't see
Ashley's face at this point and I was wishing we'd set up a video camera
before we got started.
"I'm gonna cum!" Ben groaned as he pushed himself into me as deep as he
could and held himself there.
"Cum inside of me Ben," I begged him - no acting skills required at this
point, "Give me your cum... I want it in me!"
"Ben?"
It was the first sound I'd heard from her but if she was questioning her
husband mating me, well that ship had already sailed. Ben grunted and I
felt him thrust hard over and over as he ejaculated deep inside of me,
filling my wet pussy with his sperm. It was like he would never end as
it just kept pouring out of him until finally he was spent, dropping down
onto his elbows and kissing me as his dick throbbed inside of me.
"Ben?"
This time is was little more urgent but neither Ben nor I wanted to deal
with her at this moment. I felt so good... so complete. As he kissed me
I could feel his dick moving ever so slightly inside of me. He kissed my
nipples and then sucked on them gently, still keeping his dick in me.
"Get off of her Ben... that's enough, don't you think? Ok you fucked her
so now get off!"
I was wondering if Ben was going to keep ignoring her as he continued
sucking on my boobs but then he lifted up his head and said, "OK babe,
don't worry."
With that I felt him pull put, leaving my pussy with that feeling of
emptiness I get after any guy fucks me, like something was missing now
and I wanted him back in me. I felt his cum draining from me and down my
ass to where it was likely making a mess on the couch. He sat back on
his heels on the couch, looking down at me with my legs spread apart,
grinning as he was apparently admiring his creampie handiwork. His dick
was almost deflated at this point but it glistened in the soft light with
its wet coating of sperm and my pussy.
Looking directly at his dick, I licked my lips and said, "You know what I
want now Ben..."
Ben looked at Ashley and while I don't know what she did, one way or the
other Ben did what I wanted and straddled my chest to let me suck on his
tasty dick.
"Mmmmmmm, I told you I loved tasting a dick after it fucks me," I said
for Ashley's benefit. "You want a taste?"
"No, I don't think so," she said rather sharply, "Well Ben, are you happy
now?"
Poor Ben. Here he was getting his dick sucked by a woman he'd just
fucked and now his wife was already nagging him.
"What do you mean babe?"
"Don't 'babe' me," she spat out, "You know exactly what I mean. Did you
enjoy fucking the whore?"
Now THAT was getting a little personal. If there's one thing I take
offense at, it's being called a whore. Slut is just fine - can't deny
that. But whore? Nope, I don't get paid for sex, at least not as a
prostitute.
Ben got off of me which allowed me to sit up slowly as I tried to keep my
balance. Ben stood in front of Ashley and reach out for her hands but
she wasn't exactly cooperating.
"Ashley, you know I love you more than anyone," he pleaded with her.
"You're the only one I want."
It was a little incongruous to hear him say that under the circumstances.
Standing naked in front of you wife with your cum leaking out of the
woman
sitting next to her is hardly the time to be telling her that she's the
only one he wants!
"That's not what it looked like to me," she said rather determinedly.
"Hey Ashley, it was just sex so don't blame Ben," I said, trying to
defend him a little.
Ashley turned to me and frowned. "I know, that's what we said before but
it's not the same when you have to watch it."
As much as I loved having her watch us, at the same time I didn't want
this to hurt their marriage. Actually, that's true anytime I have sex
with a married man. I never want it to hurt his marriage and in most
cases I think it actually helps in that he gets the chance to realize his
fantasies in a safe and confidential environment. So now I felt a little
bit responsible for helping them through this.
"Ben... I think you need to make love to your wife."
Ben raised his eyebrows, looking at me and then Ashley and then replied,
"Oh we will."
I shook my head. "No Ben, not later... NOW!"
The two of them both looked confused so I continued. "C'mon, let's go to
your bedroom, all three of us."
"Kelly, I appreciate what you're trying to do but maybe you should leave
now."
Maybe she was right yet in my heart I knew that if I did it would likely
spell the end of our relationship. Frankly, I wanted to fuck Ben again
sometime!
"Just trust me Ashley...," I said as gently as I could.
Ashley looked at her husband who just surged his shoulders in a "why not"
expression.
"OK, but if I tell you to leave then you promise to go?"
I just nodded and the three of us made our way to the bedroom. Once
there, Ashley pulled back the covers and the two of them laid down next
to each other, looking back at me for direction.
"OK guys, here's how this goes down," I started, "Ashley, you are the
only one who touches Ben and Ben, you only can touch Ashley."
I could tell they were a little confused as with the two of them in bed
together, what other options were there. Then they found out...
"I'm going to lay next to Ashley. She deserves a little extra loving
care, don't you agree Ben?"
Ben nodded but Ashley didn't seem so sure. Yet she didn't say no so I
took what I could get. I dropped my heels at the side of the bed and
snuggled up against her nude body, pressing my boobs into her back as she
cuddled with her husband.
"Now make love to your wife Ben, just pretend I'm not even here."
Ben recovered surprisingly fast and for the next hour or so I was treated
to being a part of their lovemaking. Yeah, it was fairly conservative
with mostly missionary and spooning positions but I loved seeing a
husband and wife so clearly in love. Throughout it I fondled Ashley and
played with her hair and rubbed my hands all over her. When Ben first
fucked her I was SOOOO tempted to grab his dick and return the favor
Ashley had done for me earlier but I kept my process and didn't touch Ben
the entire time.
Yes, it was really hard seeing him fuck her and not get some of that dick
for myself but I managed by masturbating and even got myself off a couple
of times - once more than Ashley actually. When they were finally done we
all just laid on our backs in bed, Ben and I holding hands with Ashley as
she lay between us, apparently happier now that her husband had cum in
her almost as much as he had cum in me.
"OK Kelly.... it's time," Ashley whispered, trying not to wake ben who
had fallen asleep next to her.
I turned on my side and smiled at her. She smiled back at me whispering,
"Sorry I was so bitchy before, I don't know what came over me. It was
just so overwhelming!"
I leaned over and we kissed briefly. I ran my hand down between her legs
and gave her pussy a quick press.
"Maybe next time Steve can join us. I know he'd LOVE to fuck you!"
For just a nanosecond her face clouded and I worried that maybe I'd
pushed too hard, too soon but then she smiled just a little.
"We'll see, OK?" she sighed, "I still can't believe we did THIS!"
I took one last look at the nude couple on the bed and waved goodbye to
Ashley before returning to get my clothes in the living room. I called
Steve who came to pick me up. On the way home I told him everything that
had happened - as we usually do whenever we go out without the other.
"Wow, did she really say I could fuck her?" Steve asked excitedly, "I
always figured she would be like the last one to agree to that."
I patted my horny husband on the lap where his stiff dick was ready to
welcome mm home.
"I didn't say that was for sure, but we'll see!" I said, trying to keep
his hopes in line with reality, "Now I need another good fucking. Know
anyone interested?"
Like duh!
THE END