Ah Bombay

It was another hot day in Bombay. The past few days had been a bit cooler than the previous nevertheless, it was still hot. Geeta had just finished doing the laundry but the dirty clothes were already starting to pile up. The baby had to be changed because his diaper had leaked. And Geeta had changed into another sari because of the heat. She now changed into a hot pink sari top. It was actually one of her favourite ones to wear at home. It seemed as though there wasn't much work to be done for the day since she had done her shopping the day before and the cooking for the evening meal didn't require much preparation. All in all, it was seeming to be an easy going day.

Since the baby was sleeping, Geeta decided to watch TV just before the baby woke up to be fed. Just as she sat down and watch her favourite Indian soup opera, the doorbell rang.

"I hope its not the milk man again. He never gets his schedule right," she said with annoyance. Geeta ran to the door and opened it. It was Priya.

Priya is a girl that lives down the road from Geeta. Geeta used to tutor Priya in the evenings during her days in middle school. Ever since then, Priya and Geeta had become friends. Priya came to Geeta's house at least once a week. She turned out to be a lovely looking 19 year old girl.

"Hello Aunie!" said a cheerful Priya.


"Are you crazy or something? You delivered the milk yesterday!" joked Geeta.

Priya laughed and said, "Quit it auntie! How come whenever I come over, you always think it's the milkman!"

"It will remind you to study hard so you don't end up being the wife of a milkman!"

"You'll never change will you Auntie," said Priya smiling.

Geeta smiled back. "Come on in."

Priya lived in a house just down the road from Geeta. She was the daughter of a very famous shopkeeper in the area. Geeta had come to know her when she was only in middleschool. She had tutored Priya up until her first year in College where she took up another tutor that had more experience in what she was studying. But they maintained their relationship after that. Priya also grew up to be a very pretty girl. She was tall, about 5'7, big black eyes and long curly hair. She had light brown skin. Her voice was almost like that of a child, high pitched and very innocent sounding. Her breasts developed into a perky pair that were the centre of attention on her body. Today she was wearing a simple ensemble consisting of a white body hugging t shirt that accent the curves around her hips well, and some simple grey trousers.

"Where is my little baby!" said an excited Priya. She hadn't seen the little one in quite a while. "He's a sleep right now but I am sure he will be awake anytime. I'll feed him then."

The two girls chitchatted for well over a half hour before the baby began to cry in the other room. Priya excitedly hurried to the room upon hearing his cries while Geeta followed behind, smiling at her innocent laughter. After oogling the baby with love, Priya handed the child over to her mother who sat down in her usual chair where she fed the baby. As Geeta was preparing to feed the baby, Priya bent over to once again shower the baby with the usual cheek pinking. Geeta could not help but peek at Priya's breasts. Because of the hot weather, her shirt was sticking to her body, giving Geeta a fairly nice few of Priya's bra which was visible enough to make out the rough pattern of her bra. After Priya was done, Geeta lifted her sari top and bra exposing her buxom womanhood to both the baby and her. Priya did not move away from Geeta until a minute or so after the baby had begun to feed. She then sat down in front of Geeta and continued to make chitchat.

After burping the baby and putting him back in his crib, the two women moved back to the master bedroom where they previously were.

As the two women sat on the bed, Priya hesitantly asked, "Geeta, I have an odd question, but I hope you don't mind me asking it."

"Go ahead Priya ask me whatever you want," replied Geeta, rubbing Priya's shoulder in reassurance.

Priya nervously went on with her question. "Well, you see, I have always wondered what breast milk tastes like. I know it's a weird kind of question but its something that I have wondered." Geeta laughed for a few seconds. Priya went on.

"I have heard it tastes kind of sweet but I am not postive."

Geeta stopped laughing and smiled at her. Then she slowly inched closer to Priya, not breaking eye contact.

"Would you like to taste some?" asked Geeta.

"If you have some in the fridge or something, yes I...I wouldn't mind," replied the naïve girl.

"I have some fresh milk for you right here," said Geeta sofly, and began to unbutton her sari top slowly. Priya looked in shock as continued to unclasp her bra.

"Come, taste my milk," she said as she stuck out her chest in encouragement. Priya, still shocked at Geeta's proposition, looked at her with her big dark eyes and slowly obliged. Priya bent down to Geeta's breast and licked her areola first and nipple to make it moist. She then put her voluptuous lips around Geeta's nipple and began to suck her milk. Geeta gasped quietly and shot her head back as a wave of sexual pleasure came over her. Her nipples immediately became erect. Priya's mouth on Geeta forced her breast to swell as her mouth pressed up against it. After indulging a few seconds on her breast, Priya stopped.

"Mmm..." she said as she moved back, wiping some milk from her lips with the tip of her finger. "It does taste sweet." Geeta laughed as she moved her hair back behind her ear with her finger.

"Have some more." Geeta held her breast in her hand as Priya bent down for another taste. She teased Geeta's nipple with her tongue once again and began to suck more milk out of her. Geeta felt a second wave of lust rush through her body. Her face looked down at Priya's lips sucking at her buxom milk filled breasts and instinctively her hand moved to the back of Priya's head, stroking her long dark hair. Slowly, Priya moved away and sat back up.

"Your milk is very sweet," said Priya as she smiled. "Do you always get excited like that when you are feeding?" She was referring to Geeta's erect nipples.

"I try not to think like that. I only got that way because your hair was tickling my breasts. You also licked me before sucking, that got me a bit excited," responded Geeta in a mischievously shy manner. They both giggled.

Priya moved back a bit and said nothing. She then shifted in her spot and brought her arms together in a rather naughty way causing her breasts to squeeze together through her shirt. "I wonder how it would feel like if I was to be sucked."

"Well...I am pretty sure milk won't come out of you but we can find out." Both girls had gleams in their eyes as they looked at each other's dark eyes. Geeta, with her breasts still exposed, reached over and helped slip off Priya's top and threw it on the bed. Priya reached back and undid her bra, causing her perky breasts to fall into place. Geeta in the mean time slipped her bra and sari top off completely and threw it near Priya's shirt. She noticed that Priya's areolas were rather large, which was a pleasant surprise. She then moved her hair back behind her ears and went down and began sucking Priya's supple breast. Priya's mouth dropped open as she felt for the first time, the pleasure of her nipples being sucked. Geeta teased her areolas and nipples by licking and sucking and then repeating. Priya looked down, watching her old tutor's breasts sway back and forth ever so slightly as she enveloped a good part of her own breast into her mouth.

"How did you like that?" asked Geeta as she moved back. "Did it feel good?"

"I've never felt like anything like that before."

"I must admit it is a pretty good feeling."

Both girls sat topless for a few seconds, each admiring the other's breasts.

"Can I taste you again?" asked Priya.

"Certainly," responded Geeta with a smile.

This time, Priya positioned herself more comfortably and moved down and once again began at Geeta's tit. Her free hand reached over and started caressing Geeta's sides, paying particular attention to her love handles. Geeta let out a soft moan as she caressed Priya's back with one hand and her own free breast with the other. This time, Priya sucked in less milk and focused more on licking and attempting to put as much of Geeta's breast in her mouth as possible. Geeta's excitement heightened as Priya's hair tickled and teased her stomach. Slowly she started to move her hand from her breast down to her pussy, slowly rubbing it through her sari. Just before Priya's sucking started to intensify, she moved her head away from Geeta's breast.

"I love the way you taste," she said as she came away.

With an intense look in her eyes, Geeta then reached over and kissed Priya on he lips; softly but with passion. At first Priya's lips didn't move but as Geeta worked her lips, Priya began to relax slowly and give in. Geeta then, ever so slowly broke off the kiss.

"Do you know what else feels good?" asked Geeta.

"What?"

She directed Priya to the top of the bed and signalled for her to lay, putting the pillow up against the headboard so that her head would be up. Priya moved, her tits swaying as she did. Once Priya was set, Geeta moved in front of her, sitting between her legs and unbuttoned the front of her pants.

"What are you doing?" Geeta raised her left eyebrow as she smiled seductively but didn't respond to the question. After undoing her button and slowly unzipping her zipper, Geeta reached over to Priya's waist, grabbing hold of her pants and slipped them off. She discovered Priya wearing a while lace panty that appeared to have a wet spot in the centre. Noticing the spot, Geeta gently touched the area with her fingers to confirm. She then slipped her panties off and threw them to the side. Geeta then spread Priya's legs began to lick her pussy. Priya let out a loud high pitched yelp as Geeta's tongue sparked a wave of lust to enter her body. Geeta licked her pussy slowly so as to not over stimulate her right away. After a few seconds, when she felt that Priya had gotten used to her tongue on her fruit, she began to lick more frequently. Priya's hands instinctively went to her breasts where she began caressing and eventually massaging them. As Geeta's licking began to gain intensity, Priya's body started to become restless and squirm. With the intense pleasure she was experiencing, her hands began to move from her breasts, to the back of Geeta's head or to her slender thighs that she would squeeze. Priya's initial short, high pitched yelps became longer as Geeta began sucking on her pussy, paying close attention to her clit especially. To gain some sort of control of Priya's constantly moving body, Geeta grabbed a hold of both her thighs, forcing Priya's hands to move back to stimulating her breasts. She squeezed her erect nipples to increase the already overwhelming pleasure racing through her supple body. Geeta in the mean time focused on Priya's clit, munching and nibbling at it like no end. She would tease the throbbing piece of flesh every now and then by licking the entire vagina slowly before diving back onto the clit. This drove Priya wild, forcing her to develop an intense expression on her face, complimenting it with a groan that filled the room. With every slow lick that Geeta provided, a jolt of sexual rush would drive through Priya's body causing her entire body to spasm. Priya hadn't felt as sexy as she was feeling right now. She crossed her left arm around her bust and gathered her tits together and squeezed them as hard as she possibley could. She squeezed each nipple with her other free hand.

Priya had her eyes closed for most of the time. The last time she had her eyes open, Geeta was lying on the bed on her stomach with her legs and pelvis spread liberally over the mattress, her chunky buttocks clearly the centre of attention. This time when she opened her eyes, she discovered that Geeta's entire pelvis was in the air. Her legs were spread far apart with her heavy ample tits hanging down over the bed swaying back and forth with every movement, sometimes even slapping up against each other depending on how hard she was moving. Her nipples teased the bed sheets as they caressed the white fabric every now and then.

It was not long after that Priya came to a raging orgasm. Her yelps turned to suppressed screams as her body gyrated as wave after wave of orgasm hit her. Her mouth dropped but barely any sound came out of it in the initial onset of her orgasm. Geeta struggled to keep Priya's pussy in her mouth by spreading her own legs back down over the mattress while she cummed, filling her mouth with oozing hot sex. She kept cumming and cumming all over Geeta's face. Priya held her breasts in each hand as a means of support while her body jarred every which way. She squeezed them as hard as she could bare and lifted them as high as they could possibly go. Almost a minute had past before Priya's orgasm showed any signs of calming. Geeta spread some of Priya's cum over her thighs with her tongue allowing a good part of her pelvis to give off an alternative glisten to the glistening shade that her sweat had provided. She finally moved away from Priya's pussy but not before she spanked the wet cunt with her hand in a final act of tease. Geeta then moved up beside a panting Priya, cupped her sweating face with her hand and kissed and indulged in a passion rich kiss.

"How did that feel? Asked Geeta smiling as she circled Priya's nipple with her finger.

"Oh my God Geeta...that was amazing," she said, still trying to catch her breath. "I've never felt anything like that before." Geeta sat upright on the bed bedside her, holding her in her arms, kissing her softly on her lips while her free hand caressed and teased Priya's breasts. Both girls shortly broke off the kiss and just sat there staring into each other's eyes. Eventually, Priya began to explore Geeta's body, particularly Geeta's meaty breasts.

"You like those, don't you," said Geeta as Priya licked one of her nipples. Geeta then shifted.

"Here, let me show you something." Geeta positioned herself so that Priya was in a semi lying down position and Geeta was on top of her. Geeta moved herself so that her pelvis would be on top of Priya's, essentially so that both their pussies could rub up against each other. Geeta smiled her seductive smile at Priya. She quickly moved forward, grabbed Priya's body and ravished her with a make-out session. She kept Priya close to her body by wrapping her arms around her, vigorously rubbing her hands up and down her back and sides. Both girls's breasts squeezed up against each other, their erect nipples pressing into their breast tissue. Their make-out session on the bed quickly began to get more intense. Both women's pussies started to become moist and moved ever so closer to the other's. Geeta struggled to let out a moan despite Priya's best efforts to keep her lips locked overtop of hers. Both women's bodies began to sweat. Finally, Geeta moved Priya's pelvis up close to hers. Both women's wet pussies were now in contact with each other. Geeta began moving her pelvis overtop of Priya's in a rhythmic fashion. Priya followed suit. The make-out session soon became a game of who could make contact with who's lips first as both women became intoxicated with the lust that enveloped their bodies. Faster and faster their pussies grinded up against each other and fast and faster the both women began to breath and moan. The loose joints of the bed made eerie squeaking noises, which were quickly drowned out with the sound of each girl's flesh slapping up against each other as both women began to intensify their rhythm. Their bodies were sweating intensely now. So much so that both women's bodies slid against each other frictionless. Beads of sweat ran down both o them, getting caught in the separation of their breasts. Both women's breasts squeezed and slapped up against each other, jiggling and swelling with each rhythm. The girls were lost in sexual ecstasy.

Priya's moans turned into loud yelps as Geeta's high-pitched moans disguised the squeaking of he bed. At this point, both women's bodies where as close to each other as possible in the position they where in. Each could feel the hot breath of the other cool their sweat dripping face. They're tits were entangled with each other, wresting for space. At the climax of their rhythmic pussy grinding, Geeta came. Her teeth grinded against each other and then let out a loud yelp. As each wave of orgasm jolted her body, her yelps became louder and louder. She shock uncontrollably as her body moved violently up against Priya's. Geeta's milk filled tits squeezed together unintentionally as she moved her arm forward to feel her pussy. It had never gotten this wet in years. Geeta's orgasm only encouraged Priya to grind harder and more vigorously against Geeta's. As she felt her body come closer to orgam, Priya moved Geeta's still orgasming body close to hers. Finally, Pirya came. And boy did she come hard. She screamed out loud as her climax hit her like a bolt of lightening. Her sweaty body shook violently against Geeta. She struggled for air as she tried taking back control of her body. Geeta in the mean time was just getting over her orgasm but as she realized Priya was orgasming, wrapped her arms around the hot and sweaty body in an attempt to control her. Geeta could tell Priya was coming hard. She could feel Priya's tits jiggling even though they were tightly pressed against her own. She could feel Priya's heartbeat thumping wildly. And mostly she could tell by her sounds that it was in fact one violent orgasm. And Priya's intense expression could hardly hide that.

As Priya's hard orgasm began to subside, both girls collapsed on the bed, holding each other in their arms, Priya on top of Geeta. Priya's hair, wet from sweat, clung onto Geeta's flesh. Both women struggled to catch their breath while their eyes closed. Their bodies glistened and shined in the evening sun. Geeta began to make out with Priya once again, her hands moving freely over Priya's perspiring body. Priya soon after broke off the kiss and attacked Geeta's tits one last time, licking her nipples and flesh. She soon rolled off of Geeta's body and laid there, her breasts heaving up and down with every breath. Geeta rolled onto her side, facing her. Her luscious tits swelled up in size. She moved her leg on top of Priyas and moved close to her body. Geeta's finger toyed with her lips as her eyes studied every inch of Priya's body.

"Did you like that dear?" asked Geeta as she spread cum over Priya's pussy.

"Oh my God Geeta...what did you do to me?" She responded by laughing. The two women lay there for quite some time before Priya got up off the bed. She kissed Geeta one last time.

"I want to stay with you so bad but I have to go. My mom must be waiting for me, I have to cook dinner too you know," said Priya as she moved the wet hair way from Geeta's eyes. Priya didn't want to leave. Her face was clearly displaying the heartbreak of the moment. She wanted to stay and experience more. But Indian life was to prevail.

"I understand," said a smiling Geeta as she rubbed her pussy slowly, watching Priya put on her bra, watching her breasts move up and swell. After getting fully dressed, Priya moved over to Geeta's hear and whispered this:

"You have changed me today...and I won't forget it." Priya kissed Geeta on the cheek and left for home.

Swinging Relationships

 As I closed the bedroom door behind us Sonia turned to look at me a mixture of nervous excitement and arousal marking her face. I quickly covered the gap between us and wrapped my arms around her and seconds later her soft lips were caressing mine as I allowed one hand to cup her hot ass and the other to slide gently over her swollen breasts.

After a few minutes I reluctantly released Sonia and led her slowly to the bed, laying her down and slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and gently pulled them over her hips and down her soft thighs. As they slid down Sonia's beautiful pussy was revealed, with a full but neatly trimmed bush of light brown curly hair covering her pink lips that pushed out from between the strands of hair, her moisture already glistening in anticipation of what was to come.

I finished sliding her panties off, before quickly sliding my own underwear to the floor and slipping onto the bed beside the hot brunette. My hands quickly explored her naked body, Sonia's hand quickly finding its way to my hard dick and gently stroking me, her soft fingers expertly massaging the sensitive underside of the head of my cock.


I gently kissed Sonia one last time before slowly kissing my way down her body. As I slid down her body I gently kissed each of her milk filed breasts, gently sucking on each nipple savouring the small trickle of milk that coated y lips as I did so. I continued down her body kissing and stroking her soft pale stomach, gently teasing her belly button with my tongue, before gently sliding my lips through the soft hair between her legs.

Gently sliding my right arm round her thigh I eased Sonia's legs apart giving me a direct view of her hot wet pussy. I leaned in and gently allowed my tongue to trace the lips of her pussy, savouring the taste of her juices that already coated her outer lips.

Sonia shuddered and gasped as my tongue briefly flicked past her clit, before I allowed my tongue to gently ease in between the folds of her pussy. Sonia was soaking wet as I sneaked my tongue in, her juices instantly washing onto my tongue attacking my senses as my fingers joined in, sliding deep into her tunnel. I slid my tongue up the entire length of her slit buried as deep as I could get it until I reached her clit. Sonia cried out loudly as my tongue flicked against her sending waves of pleasure through her body.

I realised she was not going to last much longer and quickly attacked her clit alternating between flicking it with my tongue and sucking it between my lips, my fingers simultaneously working the lips of her pussy for maximum effect.

Suddenly Sonia let out a loud deep moan, her whole body going rock solid as her hips lifted clean of the bed. "Ahhhhhhh good God" Sonia screamed as the tension in her body eased allowing her hips to fall back to the bed. I continued my attack on her hot pussy as her orgasm washed through her filling my mouth with the sweet taste of her cum. Finally Sonia relaxed back into the bed, her body going limp as she lay there in the afterglow of her intense orgasm. I slowly allowed myself to move from between her legs, kissing my way back up her body until I was laying flat on top of her my chest squashed against her plump swollen tits and my hard dick wedged against the wet lips of Sonia's pussy.

Smiling at her I leaned into her and gently kissing her on the lips. The kiss was soft and lingering as I allowed Sonia to taste her own cum on my mouth, before I opened my mouth to hers, our tongues joining each other as my hands slid over the soft sides of Sonia naked body. After a few minutes Sonia breaks the kiss and rolls us over so that she is straddling my cock, leaning into me we kiss again as my hands instinctively rise to fondle her dangling breasts, gently groping the soft flesh and squeezing her nipples causing her milk to slowly leak out lubricating her nipples as I continue to tweak and pinch them between my fingers.

As we continue kissing, Sonia slowly started grinding her wet pussy against my hard cock, her soft curly pubic hair scratching gently against the sensitive part of my cock as her pussy covers my in her juices. I break our kiss and reach my head up to taste her beautiful plump breast. My lips gently kissing the soft flesh, before reaching her hard pink nipples. I take them in my mouth gently sucking on them, eliciting groans of pleasure from Sonia as she continues to pleasure herself by grinding her pussy into my cock.

I tasted Sonia's sweet breasts milk on her nipples as I continued to suck them into my mouth, gently biting them between my teeth. Sonia gasped suddenly as I bit down on her nipple and pulled her breasts from my reach sitting upright on top of me looking down at me with a look of admonishment on her face, her sexy tits swaying gently from side to side as she continued to gently grind her pussy against the length of my cock.

"That hurt" she told me a sexy smile spreading over her face. Sonia locked eyes with me suddenly ground herself down hard on my cock, I groaned loudly as she pressed down on me.

"And that is going to send me over the edge if your not careful" I told her. Sonia flashed me another sexy smile.

"I thought that was the point" she said, slowly sliding her body over the length of my cock. I felt her juices coating me as my dick slid slowly through the folds of her twat, before gently lodging itself at the entrance to her wet pussy. Sonia looked down at me her eyes glinting with desire, her full lips slightly apart as she breathed gently, her soft wavy hair cascading over her shoulder framing the cute, but sexy features of her face.

I looked up at Sonia, gently pressing my hips up as my cock pressed gently against the opening of her pussy and then Sonia leaned into me, her lips locking with mine. My hands instantly slipped up to grope her hanging breasts as she pushed down on me, my cock sinking deep into her wet twat in one smooth motion.

I squeezed her tits painfully in my hands as Sonia began to ride me hard and fast, her hips rising almost all the way off me before plunging her self back down my cock spreading her open each time. Out mouths opened to each other our tongues caressing as we kissed passionately our joint arousal peaking as we fucked each other harder and harder. I pulled my mouth away from hers and quickly devoured her breasts with mouth, sucking her nipples back between my lips tasting her milk as she leaked into my mouth.

I bit and pinched her nipples as she fucked me crying out loudly each time I bit down on her as her orgasm built up. Finally her body went tense on top of me, the muscles of her pussy contracting painfully around my cock sucking me even deeper into her hot twat. Sonia groaned loudly as came, her juices flooding out and soaking my thighs and stomach, enveloping my cock with warmth as she buried deep inside her.

Eventually she collapsed onto my chest, her breasts squashed between us as she caught her breath. Slowly Sonia started rocking on me again, slowly this time gently working my cock almost all the way out of her pussy before gently sliding it back deep inside of her. Her lips brushed against mine, her tongue sneaking out to gently lick my lips. As she worked me her soft breasts caressed against my chest her hard nipples rubbing against my skin.

My arousal continued to build up as my hands explored her soft skin and a few minutes later I couldn't hold off any longer. "you'd better pull off me Sonia" I whispered "I'm going to cum in a second" But rather than pulling herself off Sonia slowly sped up, the muscles in her pussy suddenly massaging my cock, one second she gripped me tightly, then next I was sliding freely through her wet tunnel. Her breasts were suddenly hanging in my face, their soft skin brushing lightly against my face, hard nipples pushing against my lips, urging me to suck them, dripping sweet milk into my mouth.

Her hair ticked against my body as every one of my senses heightened, my orgasm suddenly hitting me hard. I grabbed Sonia's hot ass in one hand and drove my hips upwards burying my naked cock deep into her wet twat as I came, my cum flowing freely into her pussy, the muscles of her twat squeezing me tightly and milking every last drop of my cum deep inside her.

Sonia collapsed on top of me again as my orgasm subsided completely exhausted. I held her against me my hands resting on her soft ass as we both fell asleep. I don't think we were out long as I awoke to Sonia gently running her tongue over my neck as she slowly worked her hips on me.

As I woke Sonia lifted her head to look at me, before gently leaning in and kissing me. As we shared that kiss I amazingly felt my arousal building again as she lifted her chest slightly off me allowing those beautiful breasts to once again brush softly over my chest. My cock quickly grew inside her and within a few minutes filled her pussy as she slowly worked herself back and forth on top of me. Holding onto Sonia hot ass I rolled us over so I was laying on top of her, Sonia's thigh's spread as we slowly began making love to each other.

The feeling was fantastic, until now nothing had ever come close the connection I felt with my wife when we made love, but as I slowly worked myself in and out of Sonia's wet pussy, our lips caressing as we gently kissed I finally realised that I'd found the connection I needed to be able to really let myself go and really enjoy sex with someone other then Laura.

We continued to make love to each other for well over an hour sometimes slowly and sensually and at other times fast and passionately, but we both kept each other from reaching climax, slowing down or stopping altogether just before the other reached their orgasm. We both teetered on the edge, the sex getting more and more intense, until Sonia finally whispered into my ear that she needed to cum.

I looked into her eyes one last time and kissed her our passion finally taking over. I increased my strokes driving myself deep into her pussy over and over again as her hands reached round and grabbed my ass digging her nails painfully into my flesh as she urged me into her deeper and harder. Then finally just as I felt my energy leave me Sonia suddenly screamed out loud, her nails ripping into my flesh as her orgasm hit her. She screamed out again and again her pussy suddenly convulsing around my cock and sending me over the edge, I cried out loudly with her, our voices screaming out our lust as our joint climax hit us with wave after wave of pleasure, my cock pumping the last of my cum deep inside her hot pussy.

I finally collapsed, falling off Sonia's soft body. Sonia curled round her naked skin pressed against me as she fell into a contended sleep. I lay there awake for a while thinking about the evening I knew that Sonia was the one we had been searching for to join our little group, she was easy going, fun to be around and importantly she was a very enthusiastic lover. It didn't hurt that she was hot either I thought to myself as I started to drift off to sleep. I just hoped that Laura would agree and that her husband was as keen as Sonia

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I was awoken the next morning by my wife's naked body slipping into the bed next to me. As she pressed her soft breasts against me she reached over and gently ran her fingers lightly over the Sonia's naked flesh as she slept quietly next to me. Laura slowly slipped the covers down the bed until we were all exposed our naked bodies exposed to the day. As Laura slowly let her fingers caress over Sonia's body, gently tracing the contours of her swollen breasts I felt my cock come to life and soon Laura's hand had slipped from Sonia and was gently stroking me to full hardness.

As soon as I was hard Laura slipped on top of me and slowly inserted me into her pussy, which was already dripping wet. Laura allowed herself to gently work me into her allowing a little kore of my dick into her wet twat each time she bounced on me, her full breasts swaying as she moved. Finally once she had taken my entire length into her pussy she leaned forward, her breasts settling no my chest and whispered into my ear.

"Mikey and Bev are gone and he was a crap lay" She told me "he lasted less than ten mniutes last night and I had to finish myself off one he was done." My wife allowed her breasts to gently drag over my chest as she whispered into my ear, gently working her wet pussy over my cock as she talked.

"He managed to last a little longer this morning, but he still came before getting me off and his wife came charging in seconds and dragged him home before I could get him to go down on me and finish the job" I moaned into my wife's ear as I realised her pussy must still be full of Mikey's cum as she continued to slowly fuck me.

Laura then sat upright again and slowly started to pick up the pace grinding her cum filled pussy onto my hard cock. As she fucked me my wife slowly allowed her hand toslip between her thighs, her fingers searching for her engorged clit and slowly working it masturbating herself as I watched, while she worked herself up and down on my cock.

Laura's free hand caressed her breasts slowly squeezing her nipples as she slowly made love to me.

"Do you need a hand?" a lust filled voice suddenly asked.

"I thought you were never going to ask" my wife replied and reached out her hand pulling Sonia to her knees. The two woman looked at each other for a few moments before they leaned in and gently kissed, their soft lips caressing together as their hands eagerly sought out each other soft breasts. My cock got even harder inside my wife as I watched her making out with Sonia, their hands exploring each other bodies.

Laura suddenly pulled out of their kiss and eased Sonia round to straddle my face and seconds later her sweet pussy was rubbing over my lips. I reached my hands up sliding my hands round her soft thighs, puling her onto me my tongue pushing into the folds of her pussy tasting her sweet juices as they flowed into my mouth. I quickly found her swollen clit and let my tongue massage it gently causing Sonia to moan loudly. I then felt fingers gently brushing through my pubic hair and then the soft flesh of Sonia's fingers as they grazed against my cock as it slid in and out of my wife's pussy. Seconds later I heard Laura let out a low deep moan of pleasure as Sonia's fingers found their way to her pussy, gently caressing her lips and tweaking her engorged clit.

The two woman continued shifting ontop of me, Sonia pushing her pussy arder against my face urging me to lick her twat faster and my wife bouncing on my dick quicker and harder as they both reach their orgasms. Almost simultaneously they cries out, both my cock and my face flooded with juices as the two girls climaxed on top of me. Both Laura and Sonia went limp on me for a while as they caught their breath, before Laura finally lifted herself off my cock, my hardness slipping out of her tight twat. Seconds later Sonia shifted herself round and straddled me, just as my wife grabbed my cock and gently pressed it against our friends wet opening. Sonia quickly dropped herself onto me filling herself with my hardness.

As Sonia starts fucking me Laura quickly slide one hand between her thighs working Sonia's pussy, her other hand cupping a swollen breasts gently caressing her nipples.

"What happened to you breasts to make so red" Laura suddenly asked as Sonia gently eased herself on my cock.

"Your husband got a little carried away last night" Sonia replied as Laura bent down to gently kiss the red marks on her breasts where I had squeezed them tightly the night before. Laura then ran her tongue over Sonia's hard nipples gently sucking on them.

"Ummm" my wife purred as Sonia's milk leaked from her nipple and into Laura's mouth. "I think we all heard you both getting carried away last night. Your breasts are beautiful Sonia"

Sonia blushed suddenly at the compliment from my wife as Laura suddenly attacked her breasts with her mouth. I quickly joined my wife and soon we were sucking and kissing Sonia's swollen tits as we groped them between our hands. Sonia cried out loudly as we both nibbled on her nipples, squeezing them painfully between our teeth her milk flowing freely into our mouths. Sonia worked her pussy over my dick faster as Laura stepped up her attack on Sonia's wet pussy and suddenly Sonia climaxed, her body going rigid my cock painfully crushed by her hot twat.

Sonia shuddered and moaned for what seemed like an eternity as my wife and I continued play with her tits while her orgasm washed through her. Sonia finally sagged into us totally exhausted. Her breathing deep and heavy. Laura lifted Sonia mouth to her own and gently kissed her and I leant in adding my lips to theirs as we shared a sensual kiss between the three of us. Laura gently broke the kiss and whispered into Sonia's ear.

Slowly Sonia lifted herself off my cock and slipped to her knees between my thighs. My wife dropped to the bed beside me as Sonia gently took hold of me in her soft hands, her tongue reaching out and slowly licking all of our combined juices from me. Once I was clean Sonia gently allowed me into her mouth taking my entire length in, her lips gently closing around my shaft as her tongue continued to caress the underside of my cock.

I watched Sonia's cute face working itself over my cock and in no time I felt my orgasm approaching. I reached down to push the hair away from her face and looked her in the eye, Sonia quickly took the hint and allowed most of my cock to slide from her mouth leaving just the head between her lips as she used her hand to caress my shaft.

Sonia then gave me one of her sexy smiles and sent me over the edge with a flick of her tongue to the underside of my cock. My orgasm hit and I grunted loudly as my cum spurted into Sonia waiting mouth. She continued working my cock through my climax mil king every drop of cum onto her tongue before swallowing it all down and sliding up the bed between me and my wife.

My wife leaned into Sonia and gently kissed her tasting my cum on our new lovers lips, her hands gently exploring Sonia's body again.

Breaking the kiss Laura looked at me "Why don't you give us girls some alone time and get started on breakfast" she said and then leaned straight back into Sonia's mouth her hand cupping a swollen breasts as she slid her soft thigh over the hot naked brunette laying between us.

I quickly dressed as Sonia and my wife slowly started making love to each other a smile spreading across my face as I realised that Laura was as taken with a new lover as I was, before slipping out of the room.

I quickly woke Neil and we both went to wake James and Dawn only to find them wide awake with Dawn astride James's cock in their bed slowly riding him as her groped at her massive tits. Dawn turned to look at us as we opened the door and invited us both in. Neil was heading to the bed seconds later obviously needing some attention as Bev had left before he was even awake.

I quietly slipped from the room leaving them all to their fun and was soon in the kitchen pulling together a full breakfast fro us all.

It was almost an hour later when the other joined me, finally all dressed and looking respectable. Laura joined me in the kitchen sliding her arms around my waist a quietly whispering in my ear that Sonia was the one. I turned into her gently kissing her on the lips, tasting Sonia as I did so.

We looked over to the lounge as Sonia was re-united with her husband the two of the sharing a kiss. James looked at Sonia with a question in his eyes clearly having tasted my wife in his Sonia's lips. Sonia leaned into him whispering and James looked over at Laura a slow smile spreading over his face.

"I need to sleep with James next" Laura said to me as we both plated up breakfast "I'm sorry you never got to have some fun with Bev it leaves things a little uneven"

"She was to thin for my tastes anyway" I replied "Besides I'm not going to be jealous of you getting to sleep with Mikey and James, not after the night I had with Sonia" Laura gave me a wicked grin.

"You'll have to tell me all about it" she said smiling as we carried the plates through to the others

"You bet I will" I replied

Finish

I hope you enjoyed my account of the remaining events of our intimate party. Laura has promised to tell her story next, thanks to my badgering and all the welcome feedback we have had asking for her to give her side of events.

This story really brings everything up to date with our lives. The party was just two weekends ago and nothing of real note has happened since. We have however been invited to spend the weekend at Sonia and James's little farm, we've already accepted of course and are already looking forward to what might happen.

Since the party we have had one of our regular Thursday night swaps with Lisa-Marie and Danny, which although tame compared to the fun I had at the party was much more exciting than the last few evenings I have spent with Lisa-Marie. I took the step of showing her the first two stories I wrote and managed to convince her to read the story of our first time with Dawn and Neil out loud, which totally embarrassed her at first, but a combination of me telling her how hot it was to hear her read the story and me sliding my head between her soft naked thighs and licking her sweet pussy as she read, soon had her reading aloud and cumming onto my tongue twice during the reading.

I got Lisa-Marie to sit in my lap with my cock buried inside her whilst she read the second story to herself and then I recounted my time with Sonia to her just as you have read while we made love again later in the evening, she had her biggest orgasm ever as I finished the story with the threesome I shared with Sonia and Laura, helping me to cum inside her at the same time.

The following morning before I left I invited them to join us at Sonia's for the weekend. She agreed on the condition that she got to spend some time alone with Laura and Sonia!! I can't wait for our weekend now as the last hurdle seems to be falling and Laura will finally fulfil her desire to enjoy Lisa-Marie's hot young naked body. I will of course make sure I write the story up for you all to enjoy.

Finally I want to say thanks for all the great feedback. We have had lots of requests and we will try to fulfil them all. Laura is currently writing her version of events, which will probably be one story all the way through. Lots of you have asked about our early experiences and after a little encouragement Laura has promised to tell her story all the way from when she lost her virginity.

Meanwhile I am working on writing the story about our first time with Lisa-Marie and Danny, which I will try to incorporate some of our Thursday night meetings into.

Sales executive fucking married female colleague

A couple of years back I was interviewing candidates for the job of a sales executive. The job had decent pay,more than what other companies were offering at that time. But what was most interesting was the perks involved. The selected executive would get a car to travel, minimum two trips in a year to Europe and additional benefits. So naturally there were lots of applicants for the job.
But what I was interested in, was to hire a female. Since I would be travelling with the executive sometimes my goal was to seduce her on one of the trips and make it fun for me as well. So I ignored most of the male applicants except a few. And that too just to pretend that I am giving a fair chance to all applicants. But my eyes were only on the female candidates.
But my biggest dilemma was how to make my move on these females. Just like any other married guy I was scared that if things go wrong I might ruin my reputation and career. Thinking about it made me nervous and scared so I thought "no I cant do something like this ".
After interviewing about 9 applicants, 6 of which were females I started getting bored. None of the females were upto the mark. And I was not interested just to hire any plain jane. There were 3 more candidates waiting in the lobby - 2 guys and 1 female. I was watching them from the security camera The female looked quite interesting.

So I quickly got rid of the 2 guys and then called in the female. What she did just before walking in raised my hope and also my dick. As I watched her walk towards my cabin I saw her put her finger on her blouse just around where her cleavage starts and pull her blouse down exposing more of her cleavage. She then cupped her hands around her boobs and lifted them.
I found it both funny and sexy at the same time. Immediately I realized that this female was going to use her sexuality to influence the interview in her favour. I waited with bated breath for her to walk in. When she opened the cabin door and walked in my dick got harder. She looked a bit plump just the way I like them. I like my females on the healthier side.
They feel so much more feminine than the thin ones. My eyes were glued to her cleavage and as she walked and sat down I couldn’t take my eyes off her bouncing jugs.Something inside me said "wow I just have hit the jackpot".
So after some minor small talk I understood she was 28, been married for 3 years and no kids. I smiled more. I like married women. Single females are more troublesome, they make you dance even for a kiss. Married females are more willing to be seduced faster. And single females create too much drama when it comes to getting down and dirty.
But the biggest attraction of screwing a married female is that she will let you cum inside her. Trust me, nothing in this world beats the feeling of unloading your cum deep inside the wet pussy of a woman married to someone else.
Anyway back to the interview. Although in my mind I had already selected her for the job,still I went through the interview routines. But gradually I steered the conversation towards personal discussions. She appeared very friendly, infact too friendly. I guessed she will be an easy lay.
Suddenly I got this insane urge to attempt to seduce her right there and then. I was scared initially but my hardon was simply not going away. I knew it was quite stupid to try such a stunt in my office but the thrill and excitement of pulling this off motivated me. I said what the heck lets just try.
So gathering some guts I asked her if she was comfortable with male clients since her work involved travelling and mixing around a lot.She told me absolutely no problem dealing with males and smiled. I replied "of course you wont have. You know how to use your feminine charm to make guys fall for you ".
She laughed at my remark and asked me "Why do you say so ".So I told her I saw you lifting your boobs and exposing your cleavage and she laughed nervously. I asked her why did she do that. And without any fear she said I did that to impress you. I said "I am surely impressed by it".
I asked her "so you use your sexuality to your advantage ?" and again quickly she said "Yes and I do and Why should I not ?". My next question was what if the guy gets the wrong idea and attempts to do something naughty. She said "I can handle such men". so I asked her "Can you handle me ?? " with a naughty smile on my face. "What do you have in mind ?" was her question.
So I gave her a dose of her own medicine and asked her "If you can try to use your charms and get away with it, why can’t I try to use my authority and power over here and demand something from you in return for the job?".
"So this is something like a casting couch huh ?" she asked me. "Yeah kind of " I said."So are you willing to play a part in this ?" I asked. " Why not ? if you can guarantee me that job I can do what you ask and much more " she replied. I couldnt believe my luck As I was admiring my luck the peon knocked in and brought in water for her.
I didn’t like the interruption at all and shooed away the peon. She laughed guessing my irritation. I stood and locked the door behind the peon and then stood behind her. Keeping my hands on her shoulders I asked her one more time "are you sure you are game for this ?". "Yes I am" she said.
I didnt wait any longer, I slid my hands down from her shoulders towards her breast. They felt nice and soft.I turned around her chair and made her face me. "Why don’t you play with my cock ". She started rubbing my groin with her hands. I slipped my hands inside her blouse and under her bra and started kneading her soft boobs.
I was really horny and dying to put my cock inside her pussy but I had no condom and I never fuck anyone without a condom, so I said to myself I have to be satisfied with a hand job today. I unzipped my pants and took out my cock and told her make me cum. She didn’t waste any time,she started stroking my cock fast.
It was a bit painful so I asked her dip your fingers in the glass of water and continue. After that it was much more pleasurable. kneaded her boobs with both my hands while she worked on my cock. This continued for a while and I enjoyed every second of it. She expertly played with my cock while I kept pinching and squeezing her nipples.
She was also enjoying this and this made it more fun, because when the female also enjoys then the pleasure magnifies a hundred times. I was about to cum when I grabbed my cock and hit it against her face." You are a dirty bitch, are you not ?" I asked her. She just laughed.
I spread a newspaper on my table and asked her to make me cum now. She obliged and jerked me hard enough that when I came I not only sprayed on the newpaper but all over the table including some diaries and files. It was funny but satisfying at the same time.
I cleaned up myself, told her "congrats !! You have the job ". She was very happy to get the job and I was happy to get a fuck buddy. I remembered to carry a condom and fucked her the first day she joined the office. We had a great time fucking for next 2 years till her hubby got her pregnant and then shit quit the job. But It was great while it lasted

The Tour Guide

kissed my husband good bye as he left the hotel lobby to attend his two day lecture. I looked at my watch and had about an hour before the guide came to meet me for my half day tour of this beautiful, eastern European city.

"Why do the showers always work differently, in hotel rooms?" I thought, as I tried to make the water come out. Suddenly a stream of cold water shot from a hidden spout directly into my vaginal area. I jumped, but the icy wetness had already shocked my senses. Finally I managed to make it work and quickly showered.

I dried myself and applied sunscreen to my body. My skin was very smooth and always has been, especially my face. It easily took 15 years off my looks and instead of people thinking I was the 58 years that I really was many thought I could pass for 45.

Probably the daily workouts, which have kept my buttocks tight, my tummy flat and my breasts firm added to the deception. And, of course the silicone implants, which took me to a firm D cup with a 91 cm (36 inch) circumference, still make many men and some women, and stare.


I quickly dressed in a white blouse and jeans and after checking out the mirror hurried downstairs to meet my guide in the lobby. I have been in Muslim countries before, but was still a little shocked when a woman, dressed in a hijab (head scarf) approached me. "You must be Mrs. Douglas?" she asked, in broken, but perfectly annunciated English.

I acknowledged and she introduced herself as Aatifa, my local guide. To my surprise we hit it off well. She was extremely knowledgeable and very friendly. I enjoyed her sense of humour and the way she explained things.

She was only 46 and as most people seem to do, refused to believe that I was more than 50. Although she was the mother of three children she seemed to have kept herself in shape. She talked about her family and her husband. Her opinion of him was the same as most women, married for 20+ years. It was an arranged marriage and although he never abused her there was certainly no love lost in the relationship.

We laughed as we chatted and at one point I asked her why so many women in her country walk arm in arm along the streets. She explained it was a custom and without warning she slipped her arm through mine and held me tight as we continued walking. "See," she said. "Now you are one of us."

"I don't think so," I replied, looking at her hijab.

"Ahh," she said. "We can fix that." She paused a moment and looked at her watch. "Our tour is nearly over and I have to go home to feed my youngest child, but you may join me and have some lunch and you can try on a hijab."

I smiled, at first prepared to decline the offer but it seemed like it might be fun so I agreed. She explained that it was not far and we hopped on a city bus and in a matter of minutes we stood before a typical, white flat.

Inside was the home of a family of five. Toys were everywhere and kids were noisy. She introduced me to a girl of about 14. Her daughter and the babysitter. Her son of two and came running to his mother. Her other son was outside playing. She spoke to the daughter in the local language and a moment later she was gone.

"She will be back shortly to look after Ali, when we return to your hotel." I explained that it was not necessary for her to see me back, but she insisted. As she put it, "You are a guest in my country."

I sat on a couch and she on a chair and I was shocked when Ali, her two year old came up to her and she shamelessly lifted the bodice of her hijab to reveal her large, brown breast. She held it and Ali stepped up to suckle it. I dared not stare, but found I could not look anywhere else.

It has been a long time since I breastfed my sons and always in the privacy of a closed room. Sure, I have seen people in malls and such, breastfeeding, but always from a distance and always discreet. This was quite a shock as the child sucked heavily from his mother's milk source.

Her breast was extremely large and seemed even more so in contrast to her slender waste. She broke the silence. "You are hungry, my child," she said, at the same time removing the remainder of the garment and feeding him her other teat. I was now staring at both her large, naked breasts while her child hungrily sucked.

"This makes you uncomfortable?" she asked. I was somewhat stunned and I guess it showed. "I am sorry," she replied.

"No, no," I stuttered. "Not at all. I am not used to seeing this, that's all." I paused awkwardly and stupidly said, "You... you have beautiful breasts."

She smiled at my inappropriate comment and accepted it as a compliment. She thanked me and when Ali was finished she used her hand to wipe off the excess milk, which was still lactating from her golden brown nipples. She picked up her son and placed him in a playpen.

"Now you must try on a hijab," she said and stood, replacing hers back into place. I followed her to the bedroom and she took a number of different cloths from the cupboard. I had always assumed a hijab was similar to a scarf, but these were sewn into actual garments.

We decided on a colour and I slipped it over my head. My hair was hidden like a nun and Aatifa told me how beautiful I looked. She told me to remove my blouse, as the hijab replaced all of my upper body clothes. Hesitatingly I did as I was told.

"What size you are?" She asked, pointing to the built in brassiere. I told her 36D and she said that was the same as her so it should fit nicely. Standing behind me she unclasped my bra and as it fell to the floor I felt my breasts hang free. She showed me the cups of the hijab and helped me fit into them. She fastened the clasps and I moved it slightly to make it comfortable.

She stood back and smiled approvingly. I looked in the mirror and enjoyed what I saw. The loose fitting garment accentuated my breasts and brought all the attention to my face. I told her I liked it.

"Come, come," she said, taking my arm. She led me to the living room where her daughter had just returned. The young girl smiled and said it suited me. I was a little embarrassed and thanked her. Aatifa spoke to her daughter in her native language and turned to me. "We go now," she said.

"Go, where?" I asked.

"To lunch and finish the tour." I was not aware we were having lunch, but as I had no other plans I was up for the treat. She stepped to the bedroom and showed that she had put my blouse and bra in her purse.

"I can't go like this," I protested, but she would have none of it and before I knew it we were out the door and on a streetcar. I was nervous as people stared, but decide there was nothing I could do so I would simply ignore them.

After an enjoyable lunch we walked to my hotel. I suggested she come up and I would return the hijab. She agreed and followed me through the door. Thankfully the front desk clerk did not recognize me and we quickly stepped onto the elevator.

Once in the sanctity of my own room I relaxed, looked at Aatifa and we laughed as would two school girls who had gotten away with stealing a cookie. I asked Aatifa to unclasp my bra, as the hooks on the hijab were different from ours.

"You also have beautiful breasts," she said, as I felt the undergarment part of the hijab come loose. I stared at her and thanked her. It was an awkward moment as we stood in silence staring at each other.

Suddenly, without notice and to my great surprise, I felt Aatifa's hand on my now uncovered breast. She squeezed softly, pinching the nipple. I stood there staring into her large eyes and she moved forward placing a kiss on my lips. It happened so fast and without warning that I did not resist and was not sure I would have if I had been given more time.

Her lips were large and soft and I could feel her tongue push against mine. I slowly parted my lips and let her tongue enter. She explored the inside of my mouth as she pressed her face harder against mine. Her hand softly massaged my breast and I twitched when she gently pinched my nipple.

My hands involuntarily moved around her back and I held her. She looked at me and smiled and reached her hand to remove the hijab over my head.

Suddenly I was standing nude from the waist up before a stranger who hours ago I had only met for the first time.

She sensed my apprehension. "You are exquisite," she said, a smile on her lips and she kissed me again. She stopped and stared at me and reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. A moment later she was lifting her hijab over her head and let it fall to the floor.

I stared in awe at the beauty of her face, now framed only by her long, wavy black hair, previously hidden from my view by her hijab. I could not help but stare at her breasts, which hung perfectly. "Do you want to feed from them?" she asked. I was a little stunned, but realized English was not her first language. She cupped her hand under her left breast and held it out for me.

I was reluctant to move but she placed her other hand on the back of my head. She moved me closer and I was staring at her brown, perky nipple.

"Drink my milk," she ordered and I found myself almost involuntarily opening my mouth.

She pushed her nipple between my lips and I began to suck. It was not long before I tasted her nourishment. She pulled out and squeezed her areolas. Milk squirted onto my face and I opened my mouth. I felt the watery, nearly tasteless liquid run down my face and opened my mouth further. I drank it and pushed my face forward, hungrily sucking at her nectar.

My senses were so heightened I could barely feel her unclasping the button of my jeans and sliding her hand down, inside my panties. She touched my freshly waxed womanhood and paused. A moment later I quivered as she massaged my most precious area.

My mouth continued to suck on her breast, even as she guided me to the bd. Somehow my jeans and panties had come off and I was lying on my back with her breast in my mouth and her hand working my vagina.

"You like to be my baby?" she asked. I looked up into her dark brown eyes and nodded. She removed her breast and held the other one over my mouth. She squeezed it and the milk shot onto my face. "Drink it all," she ordered and again my mouth opened wide to accept her food.

I felt her finger enter my opening, quickly followed by a second. I wanted to stop her, as I was close to reaching a climax, but the feeling was so good I dared not. It was too late regardless of what I wanted, for I felt my stomach tighten and my thigh and groin muscles spasm. She knew what was happening and pushed her breast deeper into my mouth. She held me like a baby as I allowed my orgasm to flow throughout me.

Her breast muffled my scream, but I continued to suck hungrily. Finally my body relaxed and I felt her move her face to mine and kiss me softly. "Was that good?" she asked.

I smiled at her. "It was wonderful," I replied."

I looked down and saw she was still wearing her skirt. I unbuttoned it and slid the zipper down, pushing the garment onto the floor. I was surprised that she was not wearing underwear and when my head reached her womanhood I felt a wetness suggesting she was ready to explode.

She moaned slightly as I came in contact with her and I worked her opening. "Fuck me," she commanded when my finger entered her and I rapidly moved my hand back and forth. I sucked her lactating tits hungrily, but wanted more. I began to move my mouth along her tummy until I felt the soft hair of her pubic area.

Using my tongue I worked feverishly to excite her and my actions were rewarded, because she began to squirm. She screamed when my tongue probed her clit and I sucked it hard to increase her excitement. It tasted so sweet that I wanted more. I was quickly rewarded with mouthful after mouthful of hot, juicy liquid, as her muscles tightened and her climax topped.

It seemed to last forever and finally she slumped, not releasing her grip on my hair. I heard her moan 'more' and continued to lick her womanhood. She began to move in a way the brought us to a sixty-nine position and a moment later I felt her eating me.

It was an unbelievable feeling as I allowed my tongue to explore her vagina as well as her anus. I licked and ate and felt her do the same to me. I was close once again and knew she was as well. The timing was perfect and we erupted together. I felt my love juice shoot into her mouth and at the same time swallowed every drop from her. We finally relaxed, lying on a cum-soaked bed.

We turned and kissed, each tasting our own cum mixed with saliva. She smiled, as she stared deep into my eyes. "You are beautiful," she said. "I have not made love like this in many years,"

I smiled and kissed her again. We held each other for at least 30 minutes, slowly caressing, yet continuing to hug. Finally she stood and dressed.

I watched from the bed, too exhausted to get up. We exchanged email addresses and hugged one last time before she walked out from the room.

I stepped onto the balcony, covered only in a towel and waited. She looked up and we waived to each other. I watched her disappear in the distance and returned to my bed. I could still taste her milk on my face mingled with her love juice. I began to feel myself and soon neared another climax.

I think I masturbated 4 times that afternoon and evening but none of my orgasms matched the ones she had given me.

Back at the Swinger's Club

After a Pregnant Pause, Back at the Swingers Club

My wife Susan and I used to be into swinging, but that was before she had the first baby followed quickly by a second. Sex became one of those on-demand things for us. By the time that our youngest reached two we could feel the strain start to really take a hold on our marriage. Finally it was Sue who said maybe we ought to leave the kids at the grandparents for a weekend and go back to the swingers club. I could feel myself start to rise to the occasion as I made the call.

I felt a sense of excitement and so did she as we approached the club for the first time in nearly four years. We actually "made-out" in the parking lot before going in. The host and hostess were the same and they welcomed us back warmly. My wife had on a new tight little black leather dress. The old one did not fit her post pregnancy body anymore as she had gained a few inches in the hips and butt, and definitely went up a cup size or two. Whoever she went with that night had better be into milk I thought, as she was still lactating.


We split apart and worked the room. I hooked up with an Asian girl who was an office manager in her mid-thirties, she had small tits, dark nipples and a nice round soft behind, which I would get to know much better that evening. My wife was chatting up some jock with blonde hair when my "date" and I went back to a private room.

An hour later after some great fantasy fucking I went to look in on my wife. I did not see her downstairs or in the halls upstairs, or in the more public rooms. Then someone tapped me on the shoulder, giving me a general description of my wife, I said that was her somewhat panicking thinking that something had happened to her. The guy said no, she was upstairs in one of the private rooms.

I went to the second floor and there was a crowd around the door, I could hear my wife moaning and screaming, I could not even get in the door. I asked a blonde girl what was happening as she came out. "Some slut is taking on the entire Texas Longhorn Gang-Bang crew. I gave her a puzzled look. "The club sometimes has semi-pros come in to spice things up. This group is a group of five black males from Texas who..."

Her words faded away. I could not believe it. My wife? It could not be and yet the sound... I pushed my way in and there was my wife. Wearing black stockings and a garter belt she had not had on when she entered. One man was beneath her his large rubber encased cock was wedged in her pussy while another man behind her had his rubber enshrouded schlong pushed up her asshole. Two men stood on either side of her face impatiently alternated jamming their cocks down her throat. In a tribute to human hand-eye coordination she jacked off the fifth men while a room full of people watched. Per the strictest of club rules no cameras or cell phones are ever allowed on the property. Do it even by mistake and you will be bounced hard from the club. In the years I was there only one jerk had had this happen to him. So there is no record of my wife's interracial debauchery, other than my stunned memories.

The man beneath her sucked on her milk-laden tits as she was pounded in every hole that could be filled. Someone recognized me as her husband and the honor of a chair was granted. "Sorry I need it so fuckin' bad." My wife said after seeing me, then turned back to her new black masters.

The two guys pounding her finished and pulled their diminishing cocks out of her. They tossed their rubbers into a red garbage can provided for such disposals.

My wife assumed the more classic pose of getting on her knees in front of the remaining three men. A female volunteer got underneath her and licked her pussy while with hand and mouth my wife serviced the three men in front of her. She stopped sometimes to squeeze milk out of her tits onto the face of the woman below her and then onto the cocks she sucked.

A short Mexican woman, her dark hair in a tight little bun, rolled a rubber onto my cock. She got onto me facing away and sat on my dick. "Ride him good." My wife said getting up. One of the remaining three men put on a rubber and sat on the bed. She climbed up and I watched that large black cock dilate her pussy.

Her sweaty matted hair whipped up and down as she impaled herself onto him. The two other men took turns sucking her tits then putting their cocks in her face for her to service.

My lover turned around to face me. She opened my mouth and spit her sweet spit into it telling me to fuck her like I meant it.

That comment was like spinach to that cartoon sailor. I pushed her off of me. Then I spun her around and back into the chair and with that beautiful tan ass high in the air I entered her again and fucked her for all that I was worth, her moans filled the room as I rubbed her clit while screwing her.

Behind me I could see in the mirrored wall the man who was fucking my wife had grabbed her hips to immobilize them so he could achieve maximum penetration. I came and pulled out of my lover. Relaxed she sat on my lap as I fingered her pussy.

My wife came over to me and gave me a deep kiss and then after a moment's hesitation did the same for my new lover.

"When I am done I will come for you." She said then more quietly "I needed this..so badly." A helpful woman had fluffed the two men who were fucking her when I came in and now they slipped some rubbers on as they came back to my wife for a second or third round.

My companion got up and lead me to another room and there I was joined by a woman who could have been her twin; if it was not for her hair being somewhat lighter. As a tribute to their sexual powers I actually forgot about my wife for a few minutes.

An hour or so later my wife knocked on the door as I was getting dressed. She was sore by the way she walked, her black leather dress was covered with cum stains. As per our rule if she don't want to talk about it we didn't. She fell asleep in the car on the way in.

That Saturday morning I let her rest and made breakfast, finally around noon she woke up. She ate like a wolf then she said she was ready to talk.

She told me how after I had walked away with my first partner for the evening that it had not worked out with the blond guy. She had gone into a private room with him. They were in there for a few minutes when the door had opened and the Texas Long Horn Crew had come in saying they had the room for the night. He said some very racist things and before he knew it he was bounced from the club. His clothing tossed on the ground after him.

"One of the guys from the crew asked if I was as racist as my boyfriend, I told him I was not. He asked me if I wanted to stay." My wife hesitated but went on, "I told him I was not sure. The main guy, I guess he was the leader said they had papers as they were getting tested every month in case someone wanted to go bareback. I told him I did not. He smiled and told me I was sexy reaching out he squeezed my tits. He asked me why he had not seen me in the club before and I told him about my giving birth, I could see his cock rise as he said that mothers were very sexy."

My wife stopped to blush, "I told him I'd never been with a black guy before, let alone a group, he laughed and before I knew it I was stroking his cock, then all their cocks.. One unzipped my dress and I think you know the rest." She asked me if I was upset at her, I told her no, just surprised. She smiled.

"Did it turn you on?" She asked, adding "To watch?" I told her it had. She smiled.

"Well maybe if we can get your parents to sit it will happen again, but one thing, I want it to happen outside of the club." She said looking down.

While we would swing at the clubs, doing it outside of them was new ground. I did not know if we would, or could. My wife told me it had turned her on so much; she did not know if it was their size, or that they were black but she had to try it again. And she would, and it would change or lives in a big way

The Tour Guide

I kissed my husband good bye as he left the hotel lobby to attend his two day lecture. I looked at my watch and had about an hour before the guide came to meet me for my half day tour of this beautiful, eastern European city.

"Why do the showers always work differently, in hotel rooms?" I thought, as I tried to make the water come out. Suddenly a stream of cold water shot from a hidden spout directly into my vaginal area. I jumped, but the icy wetness had already shocked my senses. Finally I managed to make it work and quickly showered.

I dried myself and applied sunscreen to my body. My skin was very smooth and always has been, especially my face. It easily took 15 years off my looks and instead of people thinking I was the 58 years that I really was many thought I could pass for 45.

Probably the daily workouts, which have kept my buttocks tight, my tummy flat and my breasts firm added to the deception. And, of course the silicone implants, which took me to a firm D cup with a 91 cm (36 inch) circumference, still make many men and some women, and stare.


I quickly dressed in a white blouse and jeans and after checking out the mirror hurried downstairs to meet my guide in the lobby. I have been in Muslim countries before, but was still a little shocked when a woman, dressed in a hijab (head scarf) approached me. "You must be Mrs. Douglas?" she asked, in broken, but perfectly annunciated English.

I acknowledged and she introduced herself as Aatifa, my local guide. To my surprise we hit it off well. She was extremely knowledgeable and very friendly. I enjoyed her sense of humour and the way she explained things.

She was only 46 and as most people seem to do, refused to believe that I was more than 50. Although she was the mother of three children she seemed to have kept herself in shape. She talked about her family and her husband. Her opinion of him was the same as most women, married for 20+ years. It was an arranged marriage and although he never abused her there was certainly no love lost in the relationship.

We laughed as we chatted and at one point I asked her why so many women in her country walk arm in arm along the streets. She explained it was a custom and without warning she slipped her arm through mine and held me tight as we continued walking. "See," she said. "Now you are one of us."

"I don't think so," I replied, looking at her hijab.

"Ahh," she said. "We can fix that." She paused a moment and looked at her watch. "Our tour is nearly over and I have to go home to feed my youngest child, but you may join me and have some lunch and you can try on a hijab."

I smiled, at first prepared to decline the offer but it seemed like it might be fun so I agreed. She explained that it was not far and we hopped on a city bus and in a matter of minutes we stood before a typical, white flat.

Inside was the home of a family of five. Toys were everywhere and kids were noisy. She introduced me to a girl of about 14. Her daughter and the babysitter. Her son of two and came running to his mother. Her other son was outside playing. She spoke to the daughter in the local language and a moment later she was gone.

"She will be back shortly to look after Ali, when we return to your hotel." I explained that it was not necessary for her to see me back, but she insisted. As she put it, "You are a guest in my country."

I sat on a couch and she on a chair and I was shocked when Ali, her two year old came up to her and she shamelessly lifted the bodice of her hijab to reveal her large, brown breast. She held it and Ali stepped up to suckle it. I dared not stare, but found I could not look anywhere else.

It has been a long time since I breastfed my sons and always in the privacy of a closed room. Sure, I have seen people in malls and such, breastfeeding, but always from a distance and always discreet. This was quite a shock as the child sucked heavily from his mother's milk source.

Her breast was extremely large and seemed even more so in contrast to her slender waste. She broke the silence. "You are hungry, my child," she said, at the same time removing the remainder of the garment and feeding him her other teat. I was now staring at both her large, naked breasts while her child hungrily sucked.

"This makes you uncomfortable?" she asked. I was somewhat stunned and I guess it showed. "I am sorry," she replied.

"No, no," I stuttered. "Not at all. I am not used to seeing this, that's all." I paused awkwardly and stupidly said, "You... you have beautiful breasts."

She smiled at my inappropriate comment and accepted it as a compliment. She thanked me and when Ali was finished she used her hand to wipe off the excess milk, which was still lactating from her golden brown nipples. She picked up her son and placed him in a playpen.

"Now you must try on a hijab," she said and stood, replacing hers back into place. I followed her to the bedroom and she took a number of different cloths from the cupboard. I had always assumed a hijab was similar to a scarf, but these were sewn into actual garments.

We decided on a colour and I slipped it over my head. My hair was hidden like a nun and Aatifa told me how beautiful I looked. She told me to remove my blouse, as the hijab replaced all of my upper body clothes. Hesitatingly I did as I was told.

"What size you are?" She asked, pointing to the built in brassiere. I told her 36D and she said that was the same as her so it should fit nicely. Standing behind me she unclasped my bra and as it fell to the floor I felt my breasts hang free. She showed me the cups of the hijab and helped me fit into them. She fastened the clasps and I moved it slightly to make it comfortable.

She stood back and smiled approvingly. I looked in the mirror and enjoyed what I saw. The loose fitting garment accentuated my breasts and brought all the attention to my face. I told her I liked it.

"Come, come," she said, taking my arm. She led me to the living room where her daughter had just returned. The young girl smiled and said it suited me. I was a little embarrassed and thanked her. Aatifa spoke to her daughter in her native language and turned to me. "We go now," she said.

"Go, where?" I asked.

"To lunch and finish the tour." I was not aware we were having lunch, but as I had no other plans I was up for the treat. She stepped to the bedroom and showed that she had put my blouse and bra in her purse.

"I can't go like this," I protested, but she would have none of it and before I knew it we were out the door and on a streetcar. I was nervous as people stared, but decide there was nothing I could do so I would simply ignore them.

After an enjoyable lunch we walked to my hotel. I suggested she come up and I would return the hijab. She agreed and followed me through the door. Thankfully the front desk clerk did not recognize me and we quickly stepped onto the elevator.

Once in the sanctity of my own room I relaxed, looked at Aatifa and we laughed as would two school girls who had gotten away with stealing a cookie. I asked Aatifa to unclasp my bra, as the hooks on the hijab were different from ours.

"You also have beautiful breasts," she said, as I felt the undergarment part of the hijab come loose. I stared at her and thanked her. It was an awkward moment as we stood in silence staring at each other.

Suddenly, without notice and to my great surprise, I felt Aatifa's hand on my now uncovered breast. She squeezed softly, pinching the nipple. I stood there staring into her large eyes and she moved forward placing a kiss on my lips. It happened so fast and without warning that I did not resist and was not sure I would have if I had been given more time.

Her lips were large and soft and I could feel her tongue push against mine. I slowly parted my lips and let her tongue enter. She explored the inside of my mouth as she pressed her face harder against mine. Her hand softly massaged my breast and I twitched when she gently pinched my nipple.

My hands involuntarily moved around her back and I held her. She looked at me and smiled and reached her hand to remove the hijab over my head.

Suddenly I was standing nude from the waist up before a stranger who hours ago I had only met for the first time.

She sensed my apprehension. "You are exquisite," she said, a smile on her lips and she kissed me again. She stopped and stared at me and reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. A moment later she was lifting her hijab over her head and let it fall to the floor.

I stared in awe at the beauty of her face, now framed only by her long, wavy black hair, previously hidden from my view by her hijab. I could not help but stare at her breasts, which hung perfectly. "Do you want to feed from them?" she asked. I was a little stunned, but realized English was not her first language. She cupped her hand under her left breast and held it out for me.

I was reluctant to move but she placed her other hand on the back of my head. She moved me closer and I was staring at her brown, perky nipple.

"Drink my milk," she ordered and I found myself almost involuntarily opening my mouth.

She pushed her nipple between my lips and I began to suck. It was not long before I tasted her nourishment. She pulled out and squeezed her areolas. Milk squirted onto my face and I opened my mouth. I felt the watery, nearly tasteless liquid run down my face and opened my mouth further. I drank it and pushed my face forward, hungrily sucking at her nectar.

My senses were so heightened I could barely feel her unclasping the button of my jeans and sliding her hand down, inside my panties. She touched my freshly waxed womanhood and paused. A moment later I quivered as she massaged my most precious area.

My mouth continued to suck on her breast, even as she guided me to the bd. Somehow my jeans and panties had come off and I was lying on my back with her breast in my mouth and her hand working my vagina.

"You like to be my baby?" she asked. I looked up into her dark brown eyes and nodded. She removed her breast and held the other one over my mouth. She squeezed it and the milk shot onto my face. "Drink it all," she ordered and again my mouth opened wide to accept her food.

I felt her finger enter my opening, quickly followed by a second. I wanted to stop her, as I was close to reaching a climax, but the feeling was so good I dared not. It was too late regardless of what I wanted, for I felt my stomach tighten and my thigh and groin muscles spasm. She knew what was happening and pushed her breast deeper into my mouth. She held me like a baby as I allowed my orgasm to flow throughout me.

Her breast muffled my scream, but I continued to suck hungrily. Finally my body relaxed and I felt her move her face to mine and kiss me softly. "Was that good?" she asked.

I smiled at her. "It was wonderful," I replied."

I looked down and saw she was still wearing her skirt. I unbuttoned it and slid the zipper down, pushing the garment onto the floor. I was surprised that she was not wearing underwear and when my head reached her womanhood I felt a wetness suggesting she was ready to explode.

She moaned slightly as I came in contact with her and I worked her opening. "Fuck me," she commanded when my finger entered her and I rapidly moved my hand back and forth. I sucked her lactating tits hungrily, but wanted more. I began to move my mouth along her tummy until I felt the soft hair of her pubic area.

Using my tongue I worked feverishly to excite her and my actions were rewarded, because she began to squirm. She screamed when my tongue probed her clit and I sucked it hard to increase her excitement. It tasted so sweet that I wanted more. I was quickly rewarded with mouthful after mouthful of hot, juicy liquid, as her muscles tightened and her climax topped.

It seemed to last forever and finally she slumped, not releasing her grip on my hair. I heard her moan 'more' and continued to lick her womanhood. She began to move in a way the brought us to a sixty-nine position and a moment later I felt her eating me.

It was an unbelievable feeling as I allowed my tongue to explore her vagina as well as her anus. I licked and ate and felt her do the same to me. I was close once again and knew she was as well. The timing was perfect and we erupted together. I felt my love juice shoot into her mouth and at the same time swallowed every drop from her. We finally relaxed, lying on a cum-soaked bed.

We turned and kissed, each tasting our own cum mixed with saliva. She smiled, as she stared deep into my eyes. "You are beautiful," she said. "I have not made love like this in many years,"

I smiled and kissed her again. We held each other for at least 30 minutes, slowly caressing, yet continuing to hug. Finally she stood and dressed.

I watched from the bed, too exhausted to get up. We exchanged email addresses and hugged one last time before she walked out from the room.

I stepped onto the balcony, covered only in a towel and waited. She looked up and we waived to each other. I watched her disappear in the distance and returned to my bed. I could still taste her milk on my face mingled with her love juice. I began to feel myself and soon neared another climax.

I think I masturbated 4 times that afternoon and evening but none of my orgasms matched the ones she had given me.