Chapter I

Sam saw the light turning red as he made a gentle right turn into the driveway of the Conference Center. He found a parking spot halfway down the row, and eased into the spot, taking care not to get too close to the van parked awkwardly in the spot to his right. He shook his head at the careless manner in which the van was parked, and got out. Grabbing his briefcase, he made his way to the entrance, and soon found himself looking into the bright, smiling face of the young girl at the registration desk. He gave his name, and thanked the girl as she smartly handed him his registration package, and directed him to the rooms where the technical sessions had already begun.

Sam saw the rows of partitions in the large open space to his right as he turned the corner, looking for the lecture hall where an important session was being held. These were the poster boards, which were used by researchers to display their technical work. As the vice president of the technology marketing group for his company, he was responsible for keeping abreast of the developments being presented at the conference. Sam always looked forward to these meetings, because he not only could keep track of his competitors, but also got the chance to meet many young people starting out in the technology development business. There were many young faculty members from various universities who presented their work at this meeting, which was funded by various federal programs.

The room he was looking for was at the end of the hallway. As he approached the room, he caught a glimpse of a young woman standing near one of the poster presentations. She was talking to a couple of people, obviously explaining her project. She had a slightly high-pitched voice, not the annoying kind, but with a slight metallic quality. Sam quickly looked at her, and noted with a smile that she had a rather nice figure, which was concealed by her business suit attire. She had her hair in a pony tail, and had full, red lips. She was about medium height, with long, shapely legs.

Sam briefly nodded to her as she looked in his direction, and gave a polite smile. He opened the door to the lecture room, and stepped in, closing the door carefully behind him. The speaker was wrapping up his presentation, and as Sam adjusted to the dark room, someone behind him turned on the lights, just as the speaker concluded his remarks. Sam found a couple of empty chairs in the last row, and sat down in one of them. He listened absent-mindedly to the discussion, as he flipped through the program to see who the next speaker was. He glanced at his watch, and noted that the session was quite on time. He nodded his head in approval.

He looked around, to see if he recognized any of the people in the audience. There were a few of his friends sitting way ahead near the front. As he adjusted himself in his chair, he heard a soft voice behind him.

“Is this chair taken?”

Sam recognized the voice of the woman he had passed earlier in the hallway. He turned and looked at her. She had taken off her jacket, revealing a nice figure. Sam smiled and half arose in his chair.

“No. No one is sitting here. Please sit down.”

The woman thanked him and bent forward to put down her briefcase, giving him a brief view of her cleavage through the open neck of her blouse. She slid into the chair, and turned to him. Offering her hand, she said in a pleasant voice, “Hi. I am Sandra Richards.”

“I am Sam Mahlinger,” Sam replied, “Pleased to meet you.”

Sandra nodded in acknowledgment, and asked, “What do you do, Sam?”

“I am the vice president of marketing for Falconcrest Industries. And you?”

“Oh, I am just a lowly assistant professor at the Silver Springs University in Washington.”

“Why the self-dismissal? Don’t you like teaching?”

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. You are a big corporate executive, and compared to that I am only a junior faculty member.”

“So what? I am sure what you do is very important.”

“I think so. But it is so hard and so frustrating to convince all the establishment people that university faculty do know something about applied research, and we should be properly funded.”

“Well, that’s interesting. I take it you don’t have a lot of funding.”

“No. I am just starting out. I got some money from the government, and the department helped out a little. But I need more money to prove the concept I am working on, so that I can get more grants. What is your interest in this conference, Sam?”

Before Sam could reply, the session chairman announced the next speaker, and the lights dimmed. Sam said to her in a low voice, “Listen, I am not really interested in this speaker. If you like, we could sit down over coffee and talk about your work. I will tell you why I am here.”

“Sounds great. Let’s go.”

They got up, and quietly left the room. They found a secluded table in the corner of the restaurant that was located on the same floor. Sam ordered two coffees, Anadolu Yakası Escort and turned to her. Sandra took off the band that kept her hair in the pony tail and shook her head. Sam watched as her cascading, long, black hair that draped around her shoulders. He saw her breasts jiggle slightly as she shook her head. When he looked at her face, he saw her watching him. She smiled at him, showing a row of bright white teeth. She was beautiful, Sam concluded, almost too beautiful to be a junior faculty member at some nondescript university. She looked quite intelligent, and sure had a very pleasant personality.

“So, what brings you to this conference, Sam?”

“Well, we are in the business of developing and marketing advanced technologies. We have a group of scientists who work on various projects, and develop new things. My job is to do the marketing assessment of what they do, and make sure we are not wasting money on dead-end projects. It is very hard to come by R&D dollars these days, you know.”

“You are telling me,” Sandra replied, smiling. “I was talking to those two Japanese participants earlier when you saw me. They are interested in my work, but don’t want to fund me to do more research. It is so frustrating.”

“Now hold on, Sandra. Tell me what research you are doing. But before that, let me show you what our company is involved in.”

He turned and picked up his briefcase, and pulled out a brochure. He gave it to Sandra, and watched her face as she eagerly looked through it. He saw her eyes light up, as she came to one page.

Sandra looked up at him, and asked, barely trying to conceal her excitement, “I didn’t know you guys do process simulation. That is my area of expertise. I worked on simulation of industrial manufacturing processes for my Ph.D. work. Oh, I am so glad I met you. Do you think your company might be able to give me some money for research.”

“I don’t know. You have to tell me what exactly you do.”

“Okay. Let’s finish this coffee, and go to my poster. I will show you my recent work.”

They went back to her poster, and Sandra launched into a detailed explanation of her research. Sam listened attentively, his eyes focused on her animated face. Occasionally he would glance at her breasts as they moved with her rapid breathing. He realized that this woman was not only quite smart, but was working in a particular area of critical interest for his company. The scientists at Falconcrest were stumped by a peculiar problem in their work, and were unable to figure out why some of their experiments were failing to give reproducible results. He looked carefully at Sandra’s data, and had a feeling that she might be able to help his group.

Sandra stopped talking, and took a deep breath.

“So what do you think?”

Sam smiled, and said, “Very interesting. You are a smart lady, Sandra. Beautiful and smart. A potent combination, one that I admire tremendously.”

Sandra blushed several shades of red. “Thank you, Sam. Do you think you can help me?”

“It’s possible. I have to learn more about your work. I realize this is a brief summary of what you have done. I think we should talk in greater detail. What are you doing for dinner?”

“I have no plans.”

“Then please join me for dinner. Any particular choice?”

“Not really. How about you?”

“I am vegetarian. So I have to be more picky. You don’t mind vegetarian food, do you?”

“Not at all. I could use some healthy food. I have to watch my calories.”

“Oh, don’t worry. They are all going to all the right places,” Sam said, giving her a slow, appreciative glance.

Sandra blushed again.

“Thanks. You are in good shape also. Do you work out?”

“Goodness, no. I hate exercise.”

“Then how do you keep so fit?”

“I do yoga.”

“Oh.”

“I religiously do my exercises every morning. It’s the most inexpensive way to keep fit. No fancy, expensive equipment is needed. Just a commitment and a regular schedule.”

“I have wanted to learn yoga for along time. I read some books on it.”

“Forget the books. You can’t learn properly from books. You have to have a good teacher.”

“Well, that’s the problem. I have heard many of these so-called gurus don’t really teach properly.”

“Yes, especially the western teachers who try to make it into a popular exercise and fitness regime. They have badly distorted the tradition and purpose of yoga. The postures are merely one of the eight aspects of yoga. In the west, it has been distorted into a commercial industry, and all the beneficial potencies are lost.”

“How do you know so much about it?”

“Well, Yoga is the ancient tradition of India.”

“I know that. Are you Indian? Your name is not.”

“Well, I modified it slightly for the poor Americans who can’t pronounce my real name.”

“What is your real name, Sam?”

“Shyam Mahalingam.”

“That is hard to pronounce.”

“No, it is not. It is very phonetic. It’s not Bostancı Escort all that difficult. But most Americans I have met are simply too lazy to try.”

“Ooops! Now I have to prove to you that I am not one of them. Which means I have to try and say your real name correctly.”

Sam laughed. “It’s all right. I have gotten used to the American name. It’s not all that different anyway. That is why I chose it.”

Sandra laughed, and said, “Thanks for letting me off the hook, Sam. So anyway, what were we talking about? Yes, yoga. How am I going to find an authentic teacher?”

“I admit it is not easy, but not impossible. I could give you some names and phone numbers of authentic Indian teachers, who are faithful to the ancient traditions.”

“Great. So what’s next?”

Sam looked at his watch. It was already 5 p.m.

“Where are you staying?”

“At the Marriott. And you?”

“Don’t know. I just drove in this afternoon.”

“Then why don’t you try the Marriott? I don’t think they are full. That way, we can spend more time discussing my work.”

“Okay. If you are done here, let’s go. I need to shower and change. Then we can find a nice place to eat. Do you have a car?”

“No. Our project travel budget is limited. I rode with some other people this morning.”

“Then come on. I have a car. You can navigate and tell me about yourself.”

They left the conference hall, and walked out to the parking lot. Sandra directed him to the hotel that was about five miles from the conference place. After he had checked in, he grabbed his bags from the car, and joined her at the elevator.

“Which floor are you on?” Sandra asked him.

“Seventh. Room 718. How about you?”

“Room 720. We have adjacent rooms.”

“Is that good or bad?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you might not want to be that close to me.”

“Why? Are you planning to seduce me?”

“The thought has crossed my mind,” Sam said, laughing.

“Oh, really?” Sandra looked squarely at him. “I take it as a compliment.”

“It is intended to be. You are quite a gal, Sandra.”

“Just to warn you, I am married.”

“That figures. Gorgeous women like you are always tied up with someone else. Well, here we are. Give me about 30 minutes. I’ll knock on your door when I am ready.”

“Okay.”

Sandra fiddled with her room key, as Sam walked past her to the next room, which was separated from her room by a janitor’s closet. She watched his back, thinking about his mildly flirtatious comments. She waved to him as he opened his door and stepped in. Sandra closed the door of her room behind her and kicked off her shoes. She was mildly excited by the possibility that Sam’s company might be able to give her some research money. She wanted to make sure that she kept his interest in her at a high level. She had not detected any overtly amorous moves or intentions from him, and she felt confident that his interest was purely professional. She took off her jacket and blouse, and unzipped her skirt. She stepped out of it, and walked into the bathroom in her undergarments. She looked in the mirror at her figure, and smiled. She knew Sam had been looking at her breasts, which were quite firm and full. She removed her bra and started rolling off her panty hose, watching herself in the mirror as her breasts jiggled with her movements. She found her nipples hardening as she stripped. She ran her palms over them, gently squeezing her flesh, and pressing her hands over her flat belly. She looked at the dark bush at the juncture of her long, shapely legs, and fanned the hair with her fingers. With a deep sigh, she turned to start the shower, and stepped in.

As the water from the shower hit her face and neck, she stepped back, letting the water flow over her shoulders and breasts. Her nipples hardened further as the sharp jets impinged on them. Stepping back even further, she allowed the jets to hit her pubic mound, reaching for the bar of soap. She soaped herself vigorously, unconsciously rubbing the bar between her legs. A thick lather formed in her hands, and she scrubbed herself thoroughly between the legs. The warmth of the water, and the massage from her hand caused an immediate reaction from her body. Sandra moaned softly as she felt her excitement rising and her hands started rubbing the soft and sensitive flesh between the legs with increased urgency. In a few minutes, she was on the brink of orgasm, and she cried out when a sharp shudder shook her whole body from head to toe. She could feel the contractions as she slowly slid down into the tub, moaning with pleasure, and rubbing her inflamed flesh. She could feel the slippery fluid on her fingers. She brought them to her nose. The unmistakable smell of her aroused passion made her shudder once more. She stayed in the crouching position for several minutes, tightly clutching her hand between her legs. Finally she got up slowly, and rinsed herself off.

Stepping out of the shower, she pulled off Erenköy Escort a towel to dry herself.

“Wow! That was something,” she thought to herself, wondering why she suddenly felt so horny during the shower. She walked out of the bathroom, scrubbing her wet hair, and opened her suitcase to pick the clothes for the evening.

“I don’t know what you have in mind, Sam,” she said to herself, “but somehow I have a feeling that we’ll end up in bed before this conference is over.” She realized that she liked Sam, and was somewhat attracted to him. She thought of Ken, her husband, and wondered what he might say if she told him about her orgasm in the shower. She knew he would be turned on. Smiling, she pulled out a dress that barely reached her knees, and took out a black slip to wear under it. The dress was dark green, with built-in supports for the breasts, and was open at the shoulders. Sandra realized that the dress would invite even more attention from Sam who had not bothered to conceal his attraction to her charms earlier, even with her conservative business suit.

She recalled a momentous evening several months ago, when she and Ken had been invited to his boss’ home for a party. Ken’s boss had taken an immediate liking to her, and had openly flirted with her. Ken seemed not to mind, and later as they were driving home, he had confessed that he had been terribly turned on by the whole thing. They had made furious love that night, and Ken had confessed to her that he was open to such intimate relationships outside of their marriage, as long as they told each other about it.

She sat down to apply makeup to her face, taking extra care to liberally apply perfume to her breasts, armpits and crotch. She applied the soft, talcum powder to her cleavage, and inner thighs, and selected a deep red shade of lipstick for her lips. She took out the peal necklace to wear over her emerald-green dress. Satisfied, she stood up and looked at her naked body in the full-length mirror. She pinched her erect nipples, and sighed. Touching herself between the legs, she pleasantly discovered that she was wet. She knew this evening was going to be momentous. Then, turning to the clothes she had picked out, she began dressing. Pulling the slip over her head, Sandra wondered if she might let Sam flirt with her. She pulled on her panty, and slipped the dress over her head, reaching behind her back to button it. She watched her breasts thrust forward as she fumbled with the buttons in her back, and smiled with satisfaction that her ample cleavage was readily visible. She felt horny in that moment, and decided that she would not discourage any moves from Sam if he felt so inclined.

In his room, Sam was thinking about the young professor. He knew she had a terrific body, even though her format attire did a decent job of hiding her attributes. He had an eye for such things. He had also detected a mild response from her to his suggestive remarks. As he scrubbed himself vigorously in the shower, he found himself getting hard. He looked down at his throbbing organ, and smiled.

“Well, buddy. Let’s see if you will have any luck tonight,” he said to his arousal, and gently squeezed the shaft in his hands.

He closed his eyes as the pleasing sensations ran up his spine. He continued to squeeze the shaft with one hand, playing with the glistening, purple tip with the fingers of his other hand. He traced the sensitive ridge around the head, almost scrubbing it as if to wash the bulbous tip. His organ twitched sharply upward as the pleasure in his loins caused a stirring in his sacs. He did not want to spend himself, and so reluctantly he let go, patting his organ as it slowly subsided. Getting out of the shower, he dried himself, and walked out of the bathroom.

He combed his hair, and sprayed his favorite cologne on his body, taking particular care to spray his chest, belly and crotch. He winced when some of the cologne splashed on his organ, causing a stinging sensation. He pulled on his jockey underwear and adjusted his crotch. He liked this particular brand of underwear, as it afforded a very quick and easy access to his manhood through the horizontal panel in the front instead of the standard vertical panel. Many a time he had found his organ slipping out from this panel when he was aroused, often causing an embarrassing bulge in the pants as the tip of the penis broke free of the confinement. But he still liked this brand, since it kept him in a state of semi-arousal because of the friction on the tip caused by the design of the overlapping panels.

Sam took a final look in the mirror as he finished dressing, and slipped his feet into the loafers. Grabbing his wallet and room key, he stepped out, and walked the few steps to Sandra’s room. He knocked gently. Sandra called out that she was almost ready. He nodded to himself, as he turned and started walking down the hallway. He heard the door open, and turned around.

“I’m almost done, Sam. Would you like to come in?”

Sam raised his eyebrows, and said to himself, “Well, well, well. This is beginning to look promising.”

Loudly, he said, “Sure, if you are okay with it.”

“Yes, I am. I am well covered. Come in. I just have to finish the makeup. You know how it is.”

Shelley had done all her research. She knew exactly which Mini Cooper she wanted. The day finally arrived – she was going to the dealer and buying the car of her dreams. Her dad offered to go with her but she decided to do this on her own. “Remember not to take the first offer they give you” her dad told her. “The salesman always have a profit margin to play with – make sure you use your best negotiating skills and get a good deal”. Shelley was not a big fan of haggling but heeded her dad’s advice and decided to play the “game” a little with her car salesman.

She was a bottle blonde with sky blue eyes – she didn’t have a problem getting the opposite sex’s attention. The ass-gods had truly smiled upon her and was probably her best attribute. Her firm b-cup tits also didn’t hurt. In short she was most mens walking wet dream! She was a token blonde bimbo but seeing as she was a post grad student she proudly wore the label knowing she was a smarty.

She was pondering what to wear. She wanted to look the part of a blonde bombshell in her new Cooper. She finally settled on a pink satin CK thong – the back was lace and the edges were white. The matching bra really amplified her cleavage. It was her favourite set for special occasions. She wore a denim mini skirt. It was shorter than what any good girl would wear and finished her outfit off with a white low cut Guess t-shirt.

Floating into the dealership she quickly had the attention of three different salesman.

“Now now boys, I am the new car sales representative. I will be assisting the lady with her purchase” a man in his early forties groaned.

His voice was husky and he almost sounded like a male lion growling a warning to the rest of the males in his pride to back of his harem. Shelley spun around to look the man in the eyes.

“Hi, my name is Vince, how my I assist you” he introduced himself. Vince was soft on the eyes, not as buff as they guys Shelley is normally attracted to she thought to herself, but she always had a thing for older men.

Shelley could feel Vince sizing her up. She was used to men eyeing her and immediately knew she would have the upper hand in the negotiations.

“What type of ride could I help you with?” Vince winked at Shelley. She was not oblivious to the pun.

“I am interested in a white John Works Mini Cooper S with all the trimmings” she replied while noticing Vince staring at her cleavage.

Vince was slightly taken aback by this pretty little things knowledge of vehicles but excitedly ushered her to a car similar to the one she wanted. Whilst showing her the interior of the car Shelley skirt rode up revealing her shapely thigh toned from years of school sports and more recently spinning. Vince took his chance when reaching to explain the cooling mechanism in the glove box. He brushed Şerifali Escort his hand over her thigh. He was holding his breath whilst waiting for her reaction. In fact he thought she actually spread her legs a little while his arm lingered in front of her.

Shelley on the other hand didn’t mind this little infraction. In fact it had been a while since she had a steady boyfriend and enjoyed the sensation of a man’s touch on her skin. Additionally she knew this would help her in the price negotiations.

When Shelley didn’t object, it made him more daring. Vince stretched across Shelley to explain the functionality of the automatic seatbelt adjuster. In the process he grazed her breasts and was able to sneak a glimpse of her pink bra. Shelley pressed her breasts back against his arm. It had been a while since a lady, and such a sexy one to boot, flirted so openly with him. He immediately felt the beginning of an erection and started shifting a little uncomfortably in order not to make his hard-on not to obvious. Shelley was really starting to enjoy the game. She loved the way Vince smelled – she recognised it as English Leather cologne or perhaps she was confusing it with the new leather seats smell but she could feel her nipples were stiffening with his touch.

“I would love to take this baby for a spin” Shelley said. “Would love to hear, see and feel her perform if we press all the right buttons” whilst shooting a naughty smile at Vince.

Vince knew just the spot. He directed Shelley and they drove to a secluded strip of road about 10km out of town. Shelley was really enjoying the ride. The power and responsiveness of the car mixed with the thought of what was to happen next was really turning her on. She could feel herself getting wet with anticipation. She thought the car was actually starting to smell of sex.

After putting the car through its paces they decided to take a breather and pulled over below a Jacaranda tree. Shelley leaned over the bonnet giving Vince a great view of her boobs.

“So what price would a girl have to pay in order to get all these extras?” At this point Vince was mesmerised by her and would have almost given her the car if she just asked.

“Well, I have made target for this month already so I will make a plan and upgrade you at the same price as a standard Cooper”.

“Really – thank you so much!” She exclaimed as she ran around to him. She gave him a peck on the cheek and tight hug. She knew she had succeeded in what she set out to do.

The whole day had gotten her so revved up and she knew she could not leave good old Vince just poking her with his erection during their hug.

With one hand she grabbed a handful of his hair and forced his mouth onto hers – there was no objection from his side. With her other hand she gently İstanbul Escort started to massage his penis through his trousers.

Vince could not believe the day he was having. Selling another car and making out with this absolute mega babe. Perhaps it was true what they say about the naughty forties. He surely didn’t mind making out with a girl almost half his age.

“Undo your belt and drop your pants” Shelley commanded as she went down on her knees. He didn’t waste any time and obeyed blindly. Shelley wasted no time taking his six inches into her mouth. His cock was rock hard and glistening with pre-cum. She slowly started working the head of his penis. Gathering mouthfuls of spit to lubricate his entire shaft. She gently massaged his balls with her left hand and her right hand was rhythmically stroking his penis in unison with her mouth. Vince thought he had died and gone to heaven when he saw her sky-blue eyes stare back at him while he gently started to mouth-fuck her.

Shelly was a firm believer that anything that is worth doing is worth doing well so she whipped off her shirt and a unhooked her bra. Vince’s ex-wife had huge hanging boobs so he couldn’t believe how perky her breasts were. His cock was sliding up and down her cleavage and he could feel her rock hard nipples on his skin. She pressed her tits together and the added traction was making his balls swell with anticipation of release. Shelley could sense by Vince’s moans he was not far from release. She took his prick back in her mouth and started jacking him off feverishly with her one hand. Her other hand she used to massage his prostate. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop” Vince shouted as he started to climax. Shelley pressed hard on his prostate as she took his cock out of her mouth. She aimed it at her boobs and continued firmly tucking at his cock. Shelley felt as if her pink panties were soaking wet. She knew she did well when spurt after spurt of thick white cum shot all over her breasts. Not only did she look like a playboy playmate but she acted the part perfectly just now.

“Holy shit” Vince exclaimed as Shelley toyed Vince’s now limping dick all over her boobs and then started sucking his prick clean.

“Recline the back seats” Shelley ordered as she wiped the last trace of spit and cum from her mouth. Vince was a little confused where this was heading. He thought he had already made the sale – perhaps she wanted to be sure about the packing space. Nevertheless he did as he was told – this was an easy sell feature.

At this point Shelley couldn’t care less about the car. She just needed some satisfaction of her own. She scrambled into the back. Her ass in perfect view for him as the limitations of her mini was blaringly obvious. Shelly kicked off her mini and slowly started the pull down her thong. Ümraniye Escort It was soaked from all the action thus far. She threw it at Vince as he was standing there absolutely comatosed by her actions. Almost as if a reflex, he held her thong to his face and sniffed in her juices and aroma. Never had he been this turned on in his life before.

She laid back, spreading her legs wide so Vince had a perfect view. She inserted her middle and then her left hand’s index finger in her soaking cunt. Rhythmically she massaged her vagina – making sure to catch her g-spot with each penetration. With her right hand she started to toy at her clit and every now and then gently slapped her pussy.

“Come on Vince” she teased. “What must a girl do to get your dick hard again”. It had only been about five minutes since his mind blowing blowjob. The effects of the scene in front of him however had done its magic and Vince’s cock was so hard it was almost aching.

Shelley shuffled down until her knees were at the edge of the boot letting her lower legs hang loose. She motioned Vince over. His lust for her young wet pussy had almost become animalistic and he wanted nothing else at the moment but to plow his cock deep into her. She spread her legs as wide as possible and lifted her hips a little in the air. She wanted to feel the full force of his cock slam into her.

“Fuck me Vince” she told him with a sultry look on her face. He stepped up. Proud of how quick and hard his cock had sprung back into life. He aimed his cock at Shelley’s gaping hole. He noticed she had recently shaven and only a little bit of stubble was forming a landing strip above her cunt’s entrance. He thought he was going to explode at the sensation when he slided into her. She easily took his full length and wrapped her legs around his ass to pull him deeper into her.

Shelley still had the salty taste of cum in her mouth. Both of their bodies were building up a layer of sweet from their efforts and she enjoyed the cool breeze’s cooling effect. It also blew in the smell of Jacaranda blossoms.

Vince had manoeuvred Shelley’s legs over his shoulders. In this position each thrust was filling her pussy whilst stimulating her clitoris. Vince wanted to remember this image forever. Her perky tits bouncing up and down with each forceful thrust. Her hair falling roughly over her face. Her moans indicating her approval of each pump.

“I. Am. Gonna. Cum. ” Shelly managed to moan. Vince could not hold it in any longer either. He felt her pussy tighten around his dick. He had never felt anything so tight. Spasm after spasm clenched him. He replied by filling her with his cum. Shelley felt three, four, five streams of warm cum blasted into her. She was dazed at the force of her climax. Vince finally collapsed onto her. Their bodies a heap of spent energy.

They just laid there for a couple of minutes getting there breath back and processing the days events. Shelley thought her dad would be proud of her negotiating skills…well at least the result thereof she laughed to herself.

“Which one is yours?”

The question — and the voice that asked it — startled him. He was pretty deep in thought, mulling over an argument with his wife that they’d had the night before. He turned to face her, but she pointed back at the playground and smiled. “Which kid is yours?”

He was a little taken aback and didn’t answer right away.

“One of them is yours, right? I hope you’re not just sitting at a playground watching random kids. That’d be creepy.” She spoke with the confidence of one who knew he would eventually catch on and who delighted in the discomfort she was causing him.

“All four of them, actually,” he finally replied. “My wife said she had an urgent work thing on a Saturday morning, so here we are.”

“Vague urgent work thing? Sounds fishy,” she said with a playful smile. He only glanced at her now and then — he was trying to keep his eyes on his kids. Until the Home Owner’s Association finally got around to putting a fence around the playground, he couldn’t take his eyes off them for more than a few seconds.

“She never lies to me — I have no reason to question her,” he replied with half a smile. He let his comment linger and waited. He didn’t know what her game was, but he was willing to wait and see. Her move. She stayed about five paces away from him, to the right and a little behind where he stood. Close enough that she was in his peripheral vision, though just barely. She was positioned in a way that kept her mostly hidden from the playground. Completely hidden if the shadows were just right.

After a minute or two of silence, during which he forced himself not to look her way, she spoke again. “So… you don’t know me, but…” He turned and gave her a questioning look. She seemed almost flustered, hands shoved in her pockets. “I mean… we’re strangers and all, but I’ve seen you around the neighborhood. You’ve probably seen me out here with my kids — you just don’t remember.”

He took a moment to look her over. Tight t-shirt partially concealed with an unzipped hoodie. Tight blue jeans. Sandals showing off freshly painted nails. Wavy brown hair swept up in a way that showed off her elegant neck. Healthy curves, top and bottom. When his eyes returned to her face, he saw a smug little smile that told him she knew he had been checking her out.

When was the last time his wife had taken such care to look sexy?

“Anyway,” she went on, feeling a little more confident after seeing she had his attention, “my husband promised me anything I wanted for my birthday. A fantasy fulfillment of my choosing.” She took a step closer to him and looked down at the ground. Her voice lowered. “I told him that I wanted one time — a freebie — with a stranger.”

“Why did you ask for that?” he said nervously, ready to back up if she got too close.

“Doesn’t matter, does it?”

He shrugged. “Probably matters to your husband.”

“Well, that’s between me and him,” she shot back.

“And what did your husband say?”

She smirked. “He wasn’t too happy. Didn’t even let me explain.” She paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “But he knows I love him. He’ll come around.” She took a few steps backwards while maintaining eye contact with him. “And when he does, maybe I’ll see you around here again.”

He let the weight of that not-so-subtle suggestion sink in. She smiled coyly as the implications registered. Then she nodded towards the playground. “Better check on your kids… stranger.” As he turned to make sure all three of the older kids were still in sight and still mobile and the youngest still asleep in the stroller, she turned and jogged to the sidewalk, disappearing around the corner.

His eyes remained on the kids, but his thoughts wandered far afield until his stomach urged him to call everyone back to the house. He got a text from his wife. Back in a bit. Bringing lunch home with me.

*******

“Sorry to rush out like that,” his wife apologized as she pulled food out of boxes and bags and set it on the table.

“No problem,” he said pensively, leaning against the kitchen counter and watching his wife move around. Her hair was pulled into a hurried ponytail, and she wore a light sweater than still managed to look frumpy. “Sounded pretty urgent.”

“Yep,” she replied. “Definitely was.” The tension over their argument from the previous night was still present, but slightly dissipated. She was at least talking to him again. “You and the kids have a good time?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he answered, trying to get a look at his wife’s face. Trying to see what she might be thinking. “We went to the playground for a while.”

“That’s nice,” she said, handing him a sandwich. “They need to get out more, especially when the weather’s nice.” And with that, the conversation was over.

That night, as he lay next to her in the dark, he listened to the steady breathing that told him she was asleep. He had hoped that her friendlier behavior that day had been hinting at an openness to intimacy, but by the time Maltepe Escort he had gotten the last kid to bed, he arrived at his own bedroom to find his wife under the covers and unresponsive. He lay on his back an looked up at the stars visible through the skylight in their bedroom.

He realized that, despite their six years together, the woman next to him was still a mystery. Not that he didn’t know her at all, quite the opposite, in fact. But especially now that the kids and jobs kept them so busy, it was so hard to feel like they were growing together instead of living parallel lives. He longed to roll over, spoon up behind her, and tease her awake. They used to do that — sometimes. But age and familiarity had stolen most of the playfulness and excitement out of their bedroom.

More often than not, during the past year or two sex had become a chore — something they did because they were supposed to, because it was bad if you were married and didn’t have sex. She accommodated his appetite when schedules and energy levels and kids’ sleep schedules allowed. But what man wants to feel like his wife is having sex out of duty? Smiling out of duty. Kissing because she should. Reaching around and touching his bare back because that’s what she’s supposed to do when he’s on top of her. Waiting patiently for him to finish. Planning their grocery shopping while he is inside her.

He had even, on a couple of occasions, faked an orgasm because he didn’t want her to feel like she was inadequate or undesirable. But honestly, watching her stifle a yawn while he was fully inside her really didn’t make him feel desired. And not being sexually desired by his own wife… it was like a wet blanket, not only on his libido but also on his self-esteem.

He wondered, perhaps for the first time, what she was feeling in the midst of all this. Did she care that sex had become an afterthought in their marriage? Did she know or care that he needed more than civility, bagged lunches, and an occasional hug to feel like he mattered to her? Did he matter? Or were they on a path of accepting the status quo, because it was easier than the alternatives?

His last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep were that maybe he could understand why someone would ask for a freebie — for one time with a stranger. Just to feel alive again.

*******

Life continued at its usual pace: school, work, playtime, dinner, housework, and so on. His wife had a busy week at the office, and his job required a few extra hours near the end of the week. By the time Friday night rolled around, he had barely seen his wife except in passing. She promised things would slow down soon, and he knew she meant it when she said that. But still…

“Hun?” he asked softly into the darkness that night.

“Hm?” she responded sleepily.

“Maybe we should do something together tomorrow. Like a picnic or a hike or something. The weather’s good enough.”

“Hm. Maybe,” was all she replied before sleep overtook her.

*******

The next morning, he awoke to find a note in the kitchen: Had to run in to the office for a few hours. Let me know if you make any plans for later. Can join you after lunch, maybe.

He rolled his eyes. He was a patient man. But he was still just a man.

*******

“I wondered if I’d find you here today.” He almost jumped when her voice over his shoulder startled him. How was she able to just sneak up on him like that? “By yourself again?”

“Just for the morning, I think,” he answered, not turning around. Watching the kids at play on the swings and slides gave him reason to not look at her.

“How do you feel about that — about being left alone again?” she asked, hinting at something.

“I’m happy to support her. I value her work,” he answered truthfully.

“I’m sure you do,” she said, her voice sounding like a smile. “But that’s not what I asked. I asked how you feel.”

For a whole minute, maybe two, he didn’t say anything. He thought about her question. He weighed the idea of sticking to his original answer. Then, with a small sigh, he confessed, “A little lonely. You can’t coast in a marriage. Sooner or later you lose all momentum.” Then, trying to shift the topic, he half-turned her direction and asked somewhat accusingly, “Is there a reason you’re staying out of sight?” The confidence in his tone petered out as he got a look at her. With the temperature slightly warmer than the previous week, she had doffed the hoodie, leaving her chest prominently displayed by a tight t-shirt with a low neckline. A simple braid of hair trailed over her shoulder and rested just above her cleavage, drawing even more attention to her assets.

“If your kids saw me,” she answered, nodding their direction, “they might ask questions.”

He nodded in agreement.

“I thought about you this week,” she said. “I wondered what you were thinking. What you thought of me. If you thought of me.” When he didn’t reply, she asked, “Did you think of me?” A slight quiver in her Ümraniye Escort voice betrayed vulnerability.

He allowed a slight chuckle. “Yeah. Yeah, I thought of you.”

She giggled. It was musical. “Good.”

They stood in silence watching the children. The morning had been cool, but now the arc of the sun brought it just over the treeline and he basked gratefully in the warmth of its rays. He almost forgot she was there.

“My birthday is in two weeks,” she stated.

“Hm,” he replied. He turned to ask a question, only to find that she had already made her discreet exit. He shook his head and thought, Each woman is a profound mystery.

He texted his wife, asking if she thought they could do a trip to the park that afternoon. He could make some sandwiches, bring a kite…

Feeling a little under the weather, she replied a few minutes later. Another time.

*******

The next morning he awoke to the feeling of a hand on his crotch. His wife was nuzzled up next to him, lazily rubbing his member to a state of stiffness. Once that was accomplished (and it hadn’t taken long), she tugged his boxers down, rolled a condom over his cock, and lazily climbed on top of him. Leaning on one arm, she used her free hand to line him up, then slid down with a grunt. She set a moderate pace, keeping her face turned a little to the side. Morning breath.

He knew it was a courtesy fuck — an action born out of tender duty. It had been a few weeks since they had been intimate, and it didn’t look like their evenings were freeing up anytime soon. And with all the kids home for the summer… If he dwelt too long on the motivations and meanings behind the mechanics, he would probably soften inside her. Instead, he called to mind the images of the woman at the park. Her smile, her neck, her tight shirt. He could picture that woman lusting after him, commenting on the feeling of his member pressing inside her. He cupped his wife’s firm butt cheeks with both hands and pictured the curves he had seen contained in those tight jeans on the playground. He heard his wife’s heavy breathing — heavy more from exertion than from arousal — and he imagined moans of pleasure. With a few quick thrusts he was finished. She pushed down hard on him, taking him deep, because he had said once that he liked that. She paused for half a minute while his breathing slowed, then leaned down and pecked his cheek before dismounting. Morning breath.

He had questions. He wanted to connect with her like they used to. She was finishing up in the bathroom as he sat up and pulled his boxers back into place. They had not even spoken since waking up. Just as he was about to speak, the door handle to the bedroom began jiggling. Someone was awake and demanding their attention. Half the time, their attempts at morning sex were interrupted by that same sound. After a quick glance to confirm that they were both sufficiently clothed, he opened the door and scooped up their oldest girl– rushing towards him in sleepy exuberance. Conversation would have to wait. Again.

*******

On the days when he was home with the kids, he had been out to the playground with them twice, but he didn’t see her again. Not until Friday night. He and his wife were home and the kids had just gone to sleep. He had been feeling frisky and suggested that they could retire early. He wanted to taste her, to enjoy her, to see her face, to take their time. She was feeling achy and didn’t want to be physically close to him. Could they just watch a show together instead?

He tried not to be upset. He tried not to take it personally. He tried not to interpret her response as a personal rejection. He really tried.

“I’m going out for a run,” he stated a little curtly, digging in their closet for his running shoes. “If you’re still up when I get back, maybe we can watch something.”

“OK,” she replied, running her fingers through her hair and looking out the window. There was still a hint of daylight, but that would soon be gone.

In a few minutes, he was out the door and stretching his legs. It had been a while since he had gone running, and his body was taking every opportunity to remind him of that fact. He made it around the block once and then walked a minute before running again. He knew each trip around the block was a third of a mile. If he could at least do three laps…

He loved his wife. He wanted her to be more like… like the stranger. She used to be like that — playful, confident, delighting in her own sexiness. Physically she had changed very little over the years, and he found her no less sexy. Perhaps more, in fact. But it was as if her self-image no longer had the category of “sexy.”

Was it wrong to not just accept the changes life brings? To want to feel alive and vibrant again, to be desired — isn’t that what he wanted? Is this what it would take? Would it maybe change things at home if he-

“Hey, stranger.” She was leaning against the trunk of a car at the end of a driveway. She had on İstanbul Escort a light, silky robe that was held shut only by her clasped hand. The robe went down to her mid-thigh, and he could see nothing below it. He wondered what, if anything, was under it.

He decided he needed to take a break anyway. He paused, gratefully taking the water bottle she offered him. “I saw you out my window,” she explained. “I hoped you’d come back around again.”

Hands on his knees, he took a few deep breaths before taking a drink.

“You do this every night?” she inquired.

“No,” he said, still panting. “First time in a while.”

“Something on your mind?” she asked knowingly. He paused to think, but then she didn’t give him a chance to answer. “Nevermind. Not my business, right? I’m just a stranger. And I want to keep it that way.”

“Oh,” he answered, a little confused.

“Because my birthday is next weekend, and my present is one time with a stranger,” she said, emphasizing the last word.

He thought about what awaited him at home. He thought of how change seemed so unlikely, and of how hopeless that made him feel. He thought of what it would feel like to be with someone who wanted him, even if it was just once.

“Just one time,” she said, pressing her advantage while he was thinking. “No strings attached. Never mention it again.”

“Your husband is OK with this?”

“I think I’ve convinced him,” she smirked. “And don’t worry, he’s not home — no one is watching us from the window or anything.” He looked up at the lighted window on the corner of the house behind her. He also noticed she was holding a baby monitor.

“And I just show up at your place and you’re waiting there for me, and-“

“A hotel,” she stated. “Saturday afternoon. Say you’re in and I’ll give you the details. Say you’re out and you’ll never hear from me again. No hard feelings.”

He gave her a dubious look.

“But let me assure you,” she continued, lowering her voice and taking a few steps forward until she was almost face to face with him, “It will be good. Very, very good.”

“What if Saturday doesn’t work. I’ve got kids, and-“

“You’ve got a job, right? Just make sure something urgent comes up that day. Your wife will understand.”

He squinted his eyes and looked at her. She stared back, her eyes playful and her lips pursed, confident and a little nervous. He had questions. He felt certain she wouldn’t answer them. She lifted her eyebrows just slightly.

“I just say I’m in and you’ll take care of everything else?”

“If you mean the details, yes. But you will be taking care of me. You’ll be taking real good care of me,” she purred.

“And afterwards, we never see each other again?”

“Well, I only get one freebie. If you want to convince your wife to-“

“Okay, okay, I get it,” he interrupted, stretching his legs a little before the muscles got too tight.

“So are you in?”

“I need to think about it,” he said, suspecting he already knew what he would decide.

She cocked her head, as if she hadn’t expected that response. Then, after a moment’s thought, she said, “Well, I need an answer soon, or else I need another stranger. I’ll put the hotel and time on a piece of paper in my mail box. Then I’m going inside and going to bed. If you decide you’re in after one more lap, take the paper. If it’s still there in the morning — I’ll know your answer is no.”

He nodded, took one more admiring look at her exposed legs, and jogged away.

One lap later, he slowed down as he approached her mailbox. The state of arousal she had caused was thankfully receding as he slowed in front of her house. He put a hand on top of the mailbox and stretched a leg back. She had put the flag up. Opening the box, he pulled out the paper and looked at it. It simply had the name of a hotel and a time: 2pm.

He closed the lid, put down the flag, and pocketed the paper. Then he cooled down with a walk around the block, returning home to find his wife asleep in bed. After he had showered — and used his hand to find some relief — he curled up behind his wife. She moaned softly as his arm wrapped around her torso. His thoughts wandered about for a while until they merged into dreams.

*******

Saturday.

His wife had gone to visit her parents one afternoon that week, and she had ended up calling to ask to extend her stay a day or two when some important family matter came up. On the days she was home, he had actually been rather busy at work, covering a handful of evening shifts for one of his managers who had caught the flu. Though he had intended to be extra gracious towards his wife that week, they saw so little of each other that misunderstandings and short tempers made for more than a few tense conversations. So once Saturday arrived, he felt more than ready to escape for the afternoon.

Throughout the morning he was nervous that she would be called away. But aside from a quick errand that she ran in the late morning, they had no interruptions. Shortly after lunch, he took a quick shower, shaved, and picked out clothes that would be comfortable. He walked downstairs to find his wife on the phone. She glanced over at him, and he held up his phone. “Call from the shop — I have to go in.”

Martin removed his cap with the same grace and panache that he had seen his colleagues use dozens of times already. The girls in front of him screamed.

He had already taken off his jacket to rapturous reception at the start of the song; had torn open his shirt, which now lay on the floor, to display his shiny, muscular torso, the skin stretched smooth and taught.

A male strip show was completely different from watching a female stripper. When lads watch a woman strip, they just stare and slabber. All they want is to see a woman’s tits, and if they’re lucky, her bush, but generally, once a female stripper has discarded her slip and bared her fanny, she makes a quick exit from the stage.

With girls it is different: they want a show; they want entertainment; and Martin and his colleagues provide them with just that. Their show is a more interactive performance.

Martin looked at the girl sitting on the chair in front of him, her eyes staring at him with a mixture of fright and eager anticipation. He took another step towards her and tore off his white trousers, which parted along the Velcro seam to be swept away in one swift movement, leaving him standing there wearing nothing but a thong.

The girl was celebrating her hen night with her friends. This was her last night of freedom before she married in the morning. Martin smiled at her, determining to make her last night a memorable one.

She was not a particularly good looking girl, but not ugly either. She seemed shy and naive. Martin took her hand and guided up towards his cock. She shrieked as her fingers touched his massive organ, but her protest was drowned by the cries from her friends and the other girls in the audience, encouraging her to ‘rip it off’.

Martin nodded at her to proceed, and helped her hook her fingers into the little strap of his thong. Without waiting to see whether she would have the courage to pull off his last remaining scrap of clothing, he stepped back. The thong tore in its pre-determined places, leaving it lying limply in her hands, and leaving him totally naked.

But hanging limply was the last description that could apply to Martin. Stepping towards her again, he took her hand once again and placed it on his growing shaft. She tried to pull away, but the desire in her eyes was stronger, and after the initial resistance, allowed him to guide her hand onto his erection. This was what his cap was for. With his other hand he held the cap in front of his cock, partly hiding it from view of the other girls, offering this pleasure to the bride to be alone.

She smiled nervously as she began stroking his shaft, and then he used his free hand to guide her head forward.

“Oh no: not that.”

He could read the words on her lips, even if he could not hear her above the music and the calls of encouragement from the other girls, but he knew that she wanted to. Pushing her on, he allowed her to kiss the tip of his now fully erect shaft. This was what girls expected from a male strip show.

Martin judged that it was time to allow the other girls to see what he had. With a flourish he threw his cap into the audience, and exposed himself to the lustrous stares of dozens of young, wild and drunk women.

Now it was time to see just how wild the girl on the stool in front of him really was. With both hands now free, he stroked over her soft blonde hair, down her neck and onto her shoulders. Then, with a swift movement befitting his profession, her slipped the shoulder-straps of her dress off her shoulders and pulled her dress down to expose her tits.

His inexperience showed itself. The girl was happy to let him thrust his cock into her face, but as soon as he started touching her, she had had enough. His colleagues had warned him that some girls were prepared to do more than others. It was just bad luck that his first client should be so uncooperative. The girl pushed him away and covered her breasts with her hands.

Gallantly Martin took a step back, lifted the girl’s hand one more time to give it a gentlemanly kiss, gave his audience a bow, and retired backstage.

The girls screamed and whistled for his return, but his show was over for tonight. It was time for one of his colleagues to take over, dressed as a fireman. Another girl would occupy the hot seat – someone celebrating their twenty-first birthday, or something similar.

Paul led Martin back to the curtain, where he could watch his more experienced colleague, and learn what he did right and wrong.

—

Martin Ladbroke had been obsessed with body-building from an early age, after seeing a sword-and-sorcery film in which the muscle-packed hero paraded around in a loin-cloth, and compared the image to that of his couch-potato father stuffing his face with a jumbo packet of potato-chips. He wished for a set of weights for his next birthday, and began training with an iron discipline.

At the age of sixteen he joined a gym, and began to get professional guidance for his training programme.

Now, at the age of twenty-one, İstanbul Escort he was a fine figure of a man, his biceps bulging under the tight sleeves of his t-shirt; his chest broad enough to fill a doorway when he walked through; his thighs pulsating with the power hidden under his skin.

His job as a security guard was easy, and left him plenty of time for perfecting his body, but did not pay well. One evening, just after his twenty-first birthday, the owner of the gym where Martin worked-out approached him and asked him if he wanted to earn some good money on the side. When Paul explained what the job involved, Martin was very sceptical. Despite his pride in his body, he did not think that he could strip in front of crowds of girls. But as soon as he saw what took place in the clubs where Paul’s strippers were hired to perform, he became interested. He watched the other strippers and trained with them, learning their trade, until this memorable night when he was ready to give his first performance.

“You did real good. You just have to be a bit more careful before you start taking the show any further. Look at Carl: his girl is completely different – she’s game for anything.”

The red-head on the stool was clearly more mature and self-confident than the bride-to-be for whom Martin had stripped. She was swallowing Carl’s erect cock with greed, and was clearly quite happy when her pulled her t-shirt down to reveal her gorgeously firm tits. Pulling his shaft from her mouth he rubbed it against her bare nipples, teasing them to erection, while she rubbed his erection with her hand, pumping furiously, wanting to see a result.

“Your girl was too frigid. You give them a bit of fun, let them kiss your dick, and then leave it. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to find a hot one like her out there.”

He looked again at the climax to Carl’s performance. The girl’s tits were slapping furiously against his cock as she rubbed her hand up and down across his shaft. This was a totally uninhibited performance, and as she felt Carl reach his peak, she sank her lips onto him once again, and took his orgasm in her mouth.

Carl waited until his climax abated, withdrew his hot penis, covering it with his helmet, and gave the girl a kiss on the mouth, before taking his bow and making his retreat.

That was what Martin wanted. And he would get paid for it too.

—

Two days after his first professional strip, Martin was back in the gym, lifting weights on the bench.

Unlike some of the young guys who visit the gym with the prime intention of staring at the fit young ladies, Martin was dedicated to his fitness programme, and therefore did not notice the young woman with the jet black hair approach the bench beside him. She however noticed him, and recognised him. She had seen those muscular biceps before, glistening with oil rather than sweat. She had seen that broad chest before, which was now stretched taut as he lowered the weight, taking the entire load on his muscles. She had seen what was lying hidden beneath those black trunks which Martin was wearing: she had seen it all two days previously while she had been sitting whistling in the audience, wishing herself to have been in the place of her friend Judy, who was sitting in the chair in front of Martin. She would not have pulled away, embarrassed.

Rebecca watched as Martin put the weight to rest, and sat up to wipe the sweat from his body with a towel.

“Hi.”

It was not much of a greeting, but she didn’t know what else to say to him. The smile in his eyes indicated that he appreciated her approach.

“My name’s Rebecca. I’m new here.”

He studied her body. She was certainly no stranger to fitness clubs – she was slim, but well trained, showing not an ounce of fat under her tight black leotard, with its high-cut hip and low-cut neckline indicating that she was quite proud of her results. Her firm breasts seemed to strain inside the tight confines of the elastic material.

“Martin. I was just about to head over to the bikes.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“My pleasure.”

He watched the gorgeous curves of her arse as she walked in front of him towards the exercise bikes. They spent a good twenty minutes ‘riding’ next to each other, and then Martin asked her a question.

“D’you like, fancy going for a drink afterwards?”

That was the question Rebecca had been waiting for from the moment she had recognised him.

“Yeah: I’d like that.”

After getting showered and changed, they met up in the cafe which belonged to the gym. Her dark hair was still wet, but made her look even more sexy than before, despite the baggy training suit she was wearing.

They immediately agreed to extend the drink to dinner, which led to a few drinks afterwards, and then he drove her back to her apartment.

“Won’t you come in for a last drink?”

He followed her upstairs and watched as she poured a Southern Comfort.

“I think I’ve had enough to drink. I still have to drive home remember.”

“Not Anadolu Yakası Escort tonight though.”

Rebecca opened the back of her dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. Martin took hold of her in his strong arms and carried her into her bedroom, where he dropped her on the bed.

“Won’t you strip for me?”

He paused, shocked.

“You know?”

She smiled, wetting her finger with her tongue and then sliding it down over her body, across her nipples, teasing them to erection, over her belly, and into the softness still hidden by her underwear. Her other hand reached out and switched on the CD player by her bed.

Martin began his routine, opening his shirt. She wanted a private strip, he would oblige.

Rebecca sat up in bed as he pulled his trousers down, and then she reached out to assist him in removing his shorts. His cock was already fully grown, and she didn’t hesitate to take it in her mouth.

Martin pushed her down onto the bed, climbing on top of her and kissing her, licking her body, and tasting the sweetness of her breasts. Then he tore off her underwear. His tongue shot inside her. She was already wet and ready, and his tongue tasted the honey-sweet juices of her love. But she wanted to feel something else inside her. He felt her strength as she lifted his body up over her again, and allowed his massive cock to penetrate her. His shaft filled her with its length and thickness, touching every sensitive inch of her desire, as he began pumping inside her. His strong hands gripped her breasts, squeezing her painfully, but it was a good pain, exciting her until he came, filling her with his cum.

Rebecca felt his weight as he collapsed on top of her. He had fulfilled her expectations.

Some moments later he had recovered his breath.

“So tell me Rebecca: how do you know what I do?”

She smiled knowingly.

“Stripping? I saw you a couple of days ago. It was my best friend’s hen night.”

Martin blushed slightly.

“She was really quite pissed off when you grabbed her tits.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. But if you want to play with some tits, you can have mine anytime you want.”

She had been intending to just fuck him, her dreams having been tormented by his impressive build since she had first seen him naked, but after spending the evening with him, she had actually grown to like him. Her intended one-night-stand looked like turning into a relationship.

The following weekend Martin had another performance. This was a private party, and he was the only stripper booked. It was just him and Paul.

The women were waiting. Paul and Martin looked through the door into the room where the girls were drinking. He took a look at the face of the sexy, if somewhat mature looking lady in the centre of the party, trying to determine just how far she would be prepared to allow the show to go.

Shit: that was Annie Fisher, his mother’s next door neighbour.

Martin had been impressed by Annie Fisher since she had first moved next door, when he had been an impressionable fourteen-year old. She had been in her early thirties then, so he guessed her to be about forty now. Damn: she looked good for her age. Her loose dress with its deep neckline covered precious little of her tits. He remembered having seen those tits from a distance some five years ago, when she had been sunbathing topless on her patio. He had spotted her out of his bedroom window, and had immediately dropped his pants and started winking himself to the gorgeous sight below. When he had finished, he had the distinct impression that she was looking at him, but she never said anything, and he had never been certain whether she had seen him or not.

Well, she would see him now if he went out there and started his strip. He couldn’t do it: not in front of his mother’s neighbour.

“Go on Martin: what are you waiting for?”

“I can’t. I know her.”

“So? What difference does that make?”

“It’ll be embarrassing for her to find out what I do.”

“It’ll be just as embarrassing for her to have you find out where she gets her kicks. She isn’t here to look at the New York friggin’ Ballet. Get out there and give her what she came for.”

Okay Annie: whatever had happened five years ago, this was a professional arrangement. He gave the signal that he was ready to start.

Paul went into the room first, and instructed the DJ to put the appropriate music on. Then he took Annie Fisher into the middle of the room, and sat her on the stool.

“Annie Fisher: your friends have told me that it is your birthday today. They wouldn’t tell me how old you are, but I guess you can’t be a day over thirty.”

Everyone laughed, although Martin thought she looked like Paul’s compliment could be true, even if he knew better.

“And your friends have clubbed together to buy you a present to unwrap.”

That was Martin’s cue. He opened the door and danced into the room, wearing his tuxedo. She was going to have a night with James Bond.

The delight on Üsküdar Escort Annie’s face turned to doubt, and then wicked recognition as she saw who was actually going to strip for her.

He opened his jacket, pulled it off, and draped it over her.

“Hi Martin. Nice to see you again.”

Her voice was so low that only he could hear her.

“Hello Mrs. Fisher.”

“Call me Annie.”

He indicated for her to open the buttons of his shirt. Her hands were full of confidence as they stroked over his bared chest.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for some time.”

Martin pulled his shirt off, and then leaned forward, teasing her with his lips just in front of her face. She reached down to his trousers, her touch having the desired effect on his erection.

“So, just how naughty are we going to get tonight Martin?”

“That is usually decided by the client, Annie.”

He looked down into the depths of her dress, the curves of her breasts clearly showing that she was not wearing a bra. Her hands continued stroking his cock, encouraging his erection to grow further. Then her fingers began to open the buttons of his trousers.

Martin stepped back and pulled his trousers off in the well practiced movement. His cock was straining inside his thong. Once again he approached Annie, the greed on her face showing her desire. He put his face towards hers, and allowed his lips to touch hers. Her mouth parted to allow his tongue inside, while her hands returned to his cock. Not waiting for him, she tore the thong from him, baring his glory.

The women around him cheered. He hoped there was no one else in the crowd who knew him.

Annie took his shaft in her hands, and guided it towards her mouth.

“And I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you in your bedroom, after you watched me sunbathing.”

So she had seen him.

Her mouth closed on his cock and began to suck.

Well: if she was taking such liberties with him… Martin reached down and put his hands on her shoulders. Without encountering any objection, he slipped the dress off her shoulders, baring her breasts. He had seen those tits in her garden some years ago. Now he wanted to feel them. His hands closed on the soft flesh, his fingers teasing the hard nipples, while she pumped his cock with desperate vigour.

He felt the juices build up inside him. Well, if she wanted to make him come, then he was going to oblige. Her lips were soft, her mouth wet. He was about to make it a lot wetter.

But Annie did not let him get that far. She pulled her mouth away and smiled at him, giving his cock one last gentle kiss. Martin guessed the show was over, and covered his erect cock with his jacket.

The audience cheered their appreciation, but before Martin could withdraw, Annie pulled him towards her.

“Meet me outside in ten minutes. I want to talk to you.”

What did she want now? He smiled at her and left the room.

Martin changed into his regular clothes and went outside, where he saw Annie waiting for him with a cigarette in her mouth.

“Hi. You want one?”

“No thanks.”

“So how long have you been doing this?”

“The job? Not long.”

“Your mother know about it?”

“Of course not. Are you going to tell her?”

“Why should I?”

“I don’t know. You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“Call it revenge for you spying on me in my garden.”

“You know about that?”

Of course she knew about it.

“I wasn’t spying on you. I just looked out of my window. I could hardly miss you lying there.”

“It doesn’t mean you had to start wanking though.”

He blushed again.

“Hey: it’s okay: you were a young boy. It was only natural.”

“Well – you’re looking extremely good.”

“You enjoyed yourself too.”

“Yes thanks.”

“It wasn’t meant as a question. You want to enjoy yourself some more?”

“What do you mean?”

“You sounded worried about your mother finding out what you do?”

“Dead right.”

“She doesn’t have to find out…”

“If?”

“If you let me finish off what we started in there.”

The strap of her dress began to slip from her shoulder, as if indicating the delights she could promise him.

“You want me to make love to you?”

“Yeah. You have your own apartment?”

“Yes.”

“Then take me there when the party’s over.”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“And I have a husband. Who cares? I just want you to fuck me. That’s what I’ve wanted ever since I saw you. You think I went sunbathing topless just because I wanted to? I knew you would be there. Why do you think I came round that evening when your parents were away? You poor boy, were so naive that I couldn’t take advantage of you. But now…”

The strap slipped completely off her breast, exposing her once more. Martin grabbed her and kissed her, kneading her breast in his hand as his tongue explored her mouth.

“Slow down big boy. At your place, later.”

—

He was glad that Rebecca was not going to visit him that evening, as he led Annie up to his apartment. He apologised for the mess.

“Oh don’t worry about that: just lead me to your bedroom.”

The bed was unmade from the morning, but Annie didn’t worry about that either. She instructed him to get undressed and lie on the bed.

I have a secret.

Now, a secret can be a thrill, or it can be a burden. It’s a burden if you can’t tell anyone at all, you know? It’s just a weight you carry alone.

I have a secret, and I’m tired of it being more of a burden than a thrill.

Would you like to hear it? I think it would be exciting to finally tell someone!

Okay, good! Here goes.

******************

My secret is, I have a lover. A lover I probably shouldn’t have. No, a lover I *definitely* shouldn’t have, and I can’t tell anyone I know!

But wait. Let me start at the beginning.

It all started at my best friend Kate’s 18th birthday party. It was a pretty wild party, with lots to drink. As the night was winding down, Kate started getting all emotional, and not in a good way. She asked me to stay the night with her, so after everyone else left, we went up to her room.

I was pretty drunk too, but nothing like Kate. She was getting weepy and weird.

To make it even worse, we could hear her parents fighting in the other room. Or, to be more precise, we could hear her mom yelling at her dad. It was horrible. She was screaming at him, telling him how he was no kind of man at all. She called him names, and it was pretty clear they were having trouble in the bedroom. She was yelling how he used to at least be good for a fuck, and now Mr Limp-Dick wasn’t even good for that. I was so embarrassed to be hearing their fight, and poor Kate was just sobbing on the bed. Finally, we heard her mom say she was going to go get some real dick, and then the door slammed, and the house was quiet.

Kate couldn’t stop crying, and she was trying to talk, but she was blubbering and all I understood was that her parents have been fighting a lot, and she was scared they’d split up. I couldn’t believe they were fighting like this on her birthday! She was sobbing so hard, snot was running down her face, and drool was dripping down her chin. She’s usually such a beautiful girl, but she just looked wrecked. It broke my heart, and I tried to calm her down and get her into bed.

I guess her dad heard her and figured out what she was crying about, because he knocked on her door. He poked his head in, and had barely gotten three words out before Kate said she was gonna be sick, and bolted for the bathroom.

Her dad and I helped get her cleaned up. We got soaked showering her off, but eventually Kate was clean and tooth-brushed and mouth-washed, propped up on pillows in her bed.

Now, you should know, I have been friends with Kate since we were little, and it seems like I’ve spent about as much time at her house as I have at mine. Her parents are almost like my parents, except older. And nicer, in the case of her dad, at least. He is one of the sweetest people I ever met, and I always kinda wished he was my dad. Her mom has never been mean, exactly – at least, not to me – but she’s kind of prickly, I guess. Not a teddy bear like her dad. It really upset me to hear her yelling at him that way. I’d never heard her act like that. It’s like she went off the deep end.

Anyway, Kate’s dad was apologizing to both of us, and his poor face was so sad and ashamed.

“I’m sorry you had to hear all that. I’m sure it was awful. I mean, who wants to hear about their Dad’s ED, right?? Sorry, honey.”

That’s another endearing thing about Kate’s father. He is embarrassingly frank about everything.

Anyway, he went on downstairs and I got Kate tucked in. I took off my damp clothes and crawled in beside her. She rolled over, draping herself over me.

“I love you,” she said into my neck, her breath warm. “Thank you for taking care of me when my parents suck.”

And then she started kissing my neck.

“What are you doing, Kate?” I asked, giggling a little because it tickled.

Then she kissed my mouth. And I kissed her back.

“Don’t you think you should sleep?” I managed, when we eventually broke the kiss. I was breathing fast.

“Noooooooooo, Calista” she whined softly. “I want us to make love. For my birthday!” she added, almost as an afterthought. Her whining can be annoying, but tonight it was sweet.

I responded by pushing her gently over onto her back, propping myself on an elbow, and Bostancı Escort leaning down to kiss her.

“Are you sure?” I asked softly.

“Please? For my birthday? I need you to love me.”

“Ohhh, my Katie-cat, you know I love you.”

I kissed her again, and peeled her nighty up over her head.

My hand slid down her smooth tummy and I kissed her. I kissed her mouth, then her neck, and then I moved down to suckle her breasts. Such pretty, full breasts, much bigger than mine, with tiny pink nipples. She moaned and my hand moved between her legs.

And at some point, while I was sucking her nipples and fingering her, she fell asleep. I didn’t realize it until her breathing changed, and she started snoring quietly.

Oh well. So much for that!

Wait a minute – you didn’t think Kate was my secret lover, did you? Sorry! Nonono. I wouldn’t need to keep that a secret, would I? No, Kate isn’t who this story is about at all. But I’ll get to that, soon enough.

With Kate finally passed out, I tried to sleep, but I was a little restless. And thirsty. So I headed downstairs to find something to drink.

I jumped when a voice from the semi-darkness said “Calista! What are you still doing up?”

“Oh my god! Mr. E! You scared me!” I scrambled to grab a throw from the chair to cover myself.

Kate’s dad apologised for scaring me, and said he was just sitting and thinking because he couldn’t sleep.

“Me neither. I was just gonna get some tea. Want some?”

When I finished in the kitchen, I took the tea back out and sat on the other end of the sofa. I was glad for Mr. E’s company, but I felt a little self-conscious and pulled the throw closer around me. Like I said, he was almost like my own dad, and he’s occasionally seen me without clothes through the years, but I still felt hyper-aware that I was sitting on the couch with him, alone and naked, more or less.

“Sorry, my clothes are still wet,” I said.

“Don’t worry about it, honey,” he said kindly. “I’m just sorry about earlier. I guess we ruined Kate’s birthday…”

“She’ll be okay. She’s asleep now, but she’s worried about you and Mrs. E. She’s afraid you’ll split up.”

He laughed softly, a terribly sad sound. I felt my heart break a little for him.

“Well, we probably should have divorced years ago, but we never will. And now that I have this… problem,” he said, “she’s more unhappy than ever. But the fact is, we’ll never split up. Despite the troubles we have, neither of us want that.”

That just seemed weird to me, and I said so. We talked for quite a while as we drank our tea. My curiosity grew about his “problem,” as he put it. I finally got up the nerve to ask about it.

“So, what exactly happens? I mean, does it just not get hard, or can’t you feel it, or what? Is it that you don’t feel… excited? Or things just don’t happen even though you’re excited? I hear about erectile dysfunction all over the place, but I don’t know what it means, really…”

Mr. E, true to his unfiltered self, said, “Yeah, well, I just don’t get hard like I used to, even if I am turned on. And when I do get aroused, it isn’t like it used to be. Not as hard, or as big. And it doesn’t last.”

I had asked, and I was curious, to be sure, but I felt my face flush, just the same. Good ol’ Mr. E!

“I’m sorry, Mr. E. I bet that is hard. Errrrrr, frustrating!!” I added, embarrassed at my faux pas. Wanting to move on, I continued, “Isn’t there medicine to help with that?”

He told me how there was medicine, yes. And his doc said nothing else was wrong with him, so the medicine would probably help.

“But I’ll tell you,” he said, suddenly upset, “I don’t want to take the medicine. Not for her!” For the first time, he sounded more angry than sad. “She’s made me feel so bad about this, like it’s something I am doing to her, rather than something that is happening to me, or to us!”

“Why?” I blurted. “I don’t understand.”

We sat in silence for a moment before he continued, “I’m sorry sweetie, I shouldn’t be saying this stuff to you, but…” He fell silent again, and I thought he had decided not to talk after all, but then he confessed, “…when I started having trouble with Kadıköy Escort E.D. Rosa wasn’t very supportive. She just made fun of me and ridiculed me. She said I was only doing it so I wouldn’t have to have sex with her anymore. That hurt, but it also made me mad. And it just drove a huge wedge between us when it comes to sex. Instead of us, it’s her against me. I don’t think we’ll ever get past it, unless she stops blaming me and tries to help me.”

He breathed a heavy sigh, and this time he didn’t break the thread of silence that stretched out between us.

I found myself angry on his behalf, and I said so. “Why don’t you leave, if she doesn’t care about you anyway?” I asked, all naive righteousness. “Kick her ass out!”

Even as I said it, I knew Kate would hate me for suggesting such a thing. She was their only child, born late in their marriage, and she loved both her parents enormously.

Mr. E said it was too complicated to explain. He said he understood my anger, but at his point in life, he had to consider a lot of things besides his sexual happiness. He had to consider Kate, above all else.

“Isn’t there anything you can do??” I asked.

He chuckled softly. “Well, I can still masturbate,” he said sheepishly. “That works well enough, even if I’m not all the way hard.”

“That’s not fair!” I said, indignant and embarrassed. “She’s out with some man right now, isn’t she??”

“Yeah, but it’s OK, Calista. She’ll be back tomorrow. And she’s a good mom…”

I don’t know what came over me – maybe the alcohol, maybe the fact that I was still a bit aroused from kissing Kate, maybe just caring for Mr. E – but I suddenly said, “What about me? What about me, Mr. E?”

He looked totally confused. “What do you mean, Calista? What about you? This doesn’t have anything to do with you? That’s not why she’s gone, you know…”

Embarrassed, I realized he had no idea what I was getting at.

“Nono, but, but… maybe I could help, Mr E? I mean, with your, umm, problem? What if I could help? No one would have to know.”

The usually unflappable Mr. E turned red enough that, even in the dim light, I could see it.

“Oh! Well, honey, that’s… you know, I… that’s really sweet, but, you know… we can’t…”

In a surge of boldness, I moved to the floor and nestled between his legs. I let the throw drop to the floor and knelt there naked, my heart pounding.

“Please let me try!” I pleaded, and not waiting for an answer, I tugged down the elastic of his PJ bottoms and took his cock in my hand. Even soft, it didn’t look that small to me. “Let me make you feel good,” I whispered, and took him in my mouth.

He let out a shuddering sigh and moaned, “No, sweetie, you shouldn’t…” He didn’t try to stop me, though, and soon I felt his gentle but strong hand stroking my thick black hair.

In my mind, I was a storm of emotions. The forbidden nature of it, the risk of it, and the strange intimacy of it were all powerful triggers, exciting and arousing me.

After sucking for a while, another emotion creeped in. I felt a little disappointed that he wasn’t getting really hard. I don’t know what I felt, exactly. I wasn’t mad or disappointed with him, at all. I think it was just ego. Somewhere inside I thought, surely a hot teen can get him up! Maybe I’m not that hot, or not that good…

My thoughts were interrupted by Mr. E’s voice. “Don’t worry about it, Calista. It never gets all the way hard any more…”

I looked up at him, embarrassed at the idea my thoughts might be so transparent to him. “I’m sorry. I thought I could… well, you know. Stupid of me. Do you want me to stop?”

“That’s up to you, sweetie. It feels amazing, and…” he hesitated, seeming reluctant to say what he said next. “…and you look incredibly sexy! But if the goal is just to make me hard, I don’t think it’s gonna work, honey.”

I thought for a second, and said, “But, it feels good, though?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Well, I like making you feel good,” I smiled, and then started sucking him again.

When I stopped worrying about making him hard, and just focused on his obvious pleasure, I found I loved the sensations! He was so vulnerable, yet Göztepe Escort so kind and dignified, and somehow sexy. Like I said, his cock was pretty big, even when it was only partly hard, and it had a firm, spongy feel. It wasn’t totally soft all the time, and I kind of experimented with ways to suck and jerk him. Don’t ask how a teen found an unremarkable 60-year-old with a semi-flaccid cock sexy, but I did. Maybe it was just because I already liked him and I find him to be a sweet man. It made me wet to be kneeling between his legs, sucking him, enjoying his responses. I just loved making him feel good!

Suddenly, I felt him get a bit harder in my mouth, and he moaned, “Oh my god, Calista, you’re gonna make me cum!!” And he did cum! He flooded my mouth with hot, thick semen. I’d had a couple of boyfriends since turning 18, but I’d never sucked either of them til they came. Some of my friends told me it was gross, so I avoided it. Besides, neither of them could wait to get to my pussy, anyway! But I happily sucked every drop from Mr. E, and swallowed it all. It hardly had any taste at all, and I wondered why my friends made a big deal out of it. I was so excited I could have cum from the slightest stimulation, myself!

I felt a stab of meanness toward Mrs. E, too. In my mind I was thinking, “Bet you couldn’t do THAT, you selfish bitch!” And then I immediately felt guilty for thinking it.

Anyway, that was the start of it. That’s how I got my secret lover. It’s been going on for quite a while now, too. The first couple of months, we got together occasionally, and I would suck him off, and that was it. I always initiated it. And to be honest, sometimes he didn’t cum or anything. I’d just suck him a while, and then he’d say that was enough for now. At first, I felt like I was letting him down, but he was always so happy that it stopped bothering me.

Then, one day, he asked if he couldn’t do something for me too. He thought it was unfair for him to get all the pleasure. I told him I didn’t mind, and it was true. I would have kept doing it as long as he wanted, without needing anything in return. But he said he’d really like it if he could “do me” for a change, so I let him.

And OMG! He used his hands and his mouth, and he made me feel absolutely worshipped! And my god, did he make me cum, over and over! None of my boyfriends have ever made me orgasm. It was amazing, and it made me love pleasing him even more. Then one day he surprised me by bringing home some “magic pills,” as he called them. And they worked pretty damned well! Finally, we could actually fuck if we wanted. He was the same kind of lover with his big cock as he was with his hands and mouth – attentive, loving, considerate, even worshipful! Funny thing, though – we ended up not using the pills very much. We both liked sex without them just as much as with them.

Kate’s Dad and I have been doing this for a few years now. We meet whenever we can, but we keep everything a secret. No phone calls or texts, ever. We just arrange things when I’m visiting Kate, just to avoid a trail. Like I said, there is no one we could possibly tell. Kate would hate me if I broke up her parents, understandably, and she’d probably just feel weird about me doing her Dad. Speaking of Kate, she and I hook up occasionally, too. Mr E knows and doesn’t mind. I’ve also had two boyfriends since we started this. They’ve both known about Kate and I playing together occasionally, and that doesn’t bother them, My relationship with Mr. E is the only thing I kept from either of them. So, the secret weighs on me.

Now, I have to admit there are times when the secret, taboo aspect of our relationship isn’t a burden at all! I’m not gonna lie – one time, I sucked off Mr. E, and then went right upstairs and made love with Kate! I felt so naughty! Kissing her with the taste of her dad’s cum in my mouth had my heart pounding! And there have been a few other times, too – close calls, or certain situations like when I’ve slipped away from my boyfriend to be with Mr. E – where it is just a thrill! So, it wouldn’t be fair to say having a secret always sucks. It’s just hard.

You may think I’m awful, or some kind of slut, but I don’t really care about that. You may even be right, but I’m fine with it, as long as no one gets hurt. I’m very up front about everything except this one thing, my one secret, and I’m very careful about it. My secret lover.

Anyway, now you know! I’m sure you won’t tell, though…

Selam ben mustafa, sitedeki hikayeleri takip etmeme rağmen ilk defa yazıyorum. İlk olduğu için kendimi biraz tanıtıyım. 1. 75 Boyunda 65 kilo, siyah ve uzun saçlı, yeşil gözlü (hiç abartmıyorum) tarkan`ı anımsatan bir gencim. Ankarada bir yazılım firmasında programer(pc programcısı) olarak çalışıyorum. Yaşımda 23. İlk olduğu için biraz uzattım hemen konuya giriyorum… :)Olay 2 hafta önce başıma geldi. İstanbulda yaşayan halam, kızı ile birlikte beni ziyarete geleceklerini telefon açarak bildirmişlerdi. (Ailem ankarada değil ben yalnız yaşıyorum. )Ben de gelmelerinden mutluluk duyacağımı bildirip kabul etmiştim. Halam kızı aslı ile birlikte gelmişti. Halam 35 yaşların da bakımlı vede alımlı bir bayandı. aslı yı gördüğümde bayaa şaşırmıştım. Çıtır bişey olmuş yani dikkat çekecek kadar büyümüştü. (En son aslıyı 14 yaşında görmüştüm)İlk gece muhabbetlerle geçti uzun süre görüşmemiştik çünkü. Konuşmalar arasında birşey dikkatimi çekmişti her zaman mustafa abi diyen aslı bana mustafa diye hitap ediyordu. Geleceklerini haber verdiklerinde bile telefonda abi diye konuşmuştu çünkü. Birde konuşurken sevgilinin gözlerine bakar gibi gözlerimin içine bakıyordu. Neyse dedim içimden kocaman kız olmuş olabilir. O gece yorgun oldukları için biraz erken yatmışlardı. Ertesi sabah kahvaltıdan sonra ben şirkete gidip patrona durumu izah edip izin aldım. O gün ve eve dönerek beraber ankarayı gezdik. Arabanın ön koltuğuna oturmuş annesini arka koltuğa göndermiş di bizim ufaklık. ?? Ben 18 yaşından küçükler önde oturamaz dediğimde baya sinirlenmiş ve ben çocuk değilim diyerek triplere girmişti. Seyir halinde vites başlığına elini koymuştu ben vites değiştirirken de çekmiyor elinde tutup değiştirmiştim. Bana tebessüm ederek baktı bende karşılık vermiştim. Akşam saat 7:00 gibi oldu ve bir restauranta giderek akşam yemeği yedik. O gene yanıma oturdu. Eve dönerken halam dönüş biletimizi alalım dedi yarın için bilet aldılar ve eve geldik. Yanıma oturdu…Baya yorulmuştuk. Eve geldiğimizde duş aldık ve biraz muhabbetten sonra halam izin istedi ve yattı. Ben internet üzerinde yayınlanan bir programımın satış konfigürasyonuna bakmak için pc nin başına geçtim. aslı ise tv izliyordu. 1 Saat sonra elinde nescafe ile geldi gülümseyerek tşk ettim. Yanıma oturdu ve bugünkü ön koltuk olayında bana kırıldığını söyledi. Ben de `şaka yaptım güzelim, niye hemen komplekse kapıldın tabi kocaman kız olmuşsun dedim` sonra mutlu oldu ve gülümsedi. Sonra bir başladı bana iltifatlar yağdırmaya(çok yakışıklısın, gözlerin muhteşem vs. ) Ne o kız talip misin bana yoksa dedim gülerek. -Ahhhh, kim olmaz ki dedi. Bir saate bile razıyım seninle dedi. Ben açıkçası tavırlarını bir kenara bırakmıştım ama bu şaşırtmıştı. Benimde gözüme pek bir alımlı gözüktü üzerindeki şortu ve body siyle. O anda bizimki hareketlenmiş bir baktım aslının gözü orda. Birden elini şortumun içine daldırıp okşamaya başladı. – Bunu istediğine eminmisin, dedim- hemde daha çok dedi sexi bir sesleBende koltuğun üzerinde kendimi ona bıraktım. Sikimi okşarken elleri titriyordu. Acemi olduğunu anlayarak yardımcı oldum. Üzerimde boxer ı çıkararak ona yalamasını söyledim. Sevinçle gözlerime bakarak vakum gibi içine çekti. Acemiydi ama öyle istekliydi ki hiç bu kadar hoşuma gitmemişti. Daha sonra onu ayağa kaldırıp soyucaktım ki. -Hayır, sana striptiz yapmak istiyorum dedi ve soyunmaya başladı. Bacaklarının arasına girerek…Yatağımın üzerine uzanarak yapacağın herşeye razıyım dedi. Güldüm ve bacaklarının arasına girerek o güzel ve körpecik amını yalamaya başladım. Zaten vıcık vıcık olmuştu bile. Daha sonra- Ben boş durmak istemiyorum diyerek ağzına almak istediğni söyledi ve 69 pozisyonuna geçtik. Bizim ufaklık fahişelere taş çıkartacak kadar becerikliydi yalama konusunda. Daha sonra ben sırtüstü yattım yalamaya devam etti o. Sonra birden doğrulup üzerine oturuyordu ki, onu durdurup- aslı napıyorsun sen o kadarını isteme benden dedim. – Bluğ çağımdan beri seni arzuluyorum kızlığımı sana vermek için hayaller kurdum. Lütfeeeeen diye adeta yalvarıyordu. – Hayır aslı bu olmaz dedim ve bak bu da hoşuna gidecek deyip arkasına geçtim ve arka deliğini yalayıp gevşetmeye başladım ve ilk hamlemde olmadı. Ona gevşemesini ve amına girdiğimi düşlemesini söyledim. Biranda ufaklık yağ gibi eridi kolaylıkla girdim içine. Bunu yaptığıma inanamıyorum ama öyle güzel inliyordu ki her seferinde daha hızlı girip çıkmaya başladım. Geliyoruum dediğimde çıkarma hepsini içime boşalt dedi ve hepsi arka deliğine sızdı sıvılarımın. – Nasıl beğendin mi dediğimde- eline şeker verilmiş çocuklar gibi mutlu gülücükler saçıyordu. Ben bir sigara yaktım o ise yalamak ve döllerin hepsini içmek istiyorum dedi. – Peki, senin emrinde dedim ve öğle bir iştahla yaladı ki sigaram bitmeden beni 2. Kez boşalttı bizim ufaklık. Gerçi o geceden sonra ona ufaklık gözü ile bakmadım artık. Hadi artık git odana uyu yarın yolculuğun var dedim. – Alacağın olsun bekaretimi almadın ama bu bekaret senin olacak buna inan dedi ve gülerek ayrıldı odadan. Ben şaşkın, mutlu vs.. Duygular içinde olanları düşünürken uyuyakalmışım. sabah kahvaltıda çok mutluydu aslı. Halam şaşırmıştı tabi. ?? Kahvaltı sonrası arabamla otogara gittik ve onları yolcu ettim. Ama aslı gitmeden önce otobüsten inip bana- Hergece seni düşünüp masturbasyon yapıcam. Ayrıca gene söylüyorum bekaretimi sana vericem bunu unutma diyordu. Söylediğine ihtimal vermiyorum ama kız kafasına koymuş napalım bakarsınız dediği çıkar… :)Gönderen: Banderas

Bu hikaye bir erkegin, bir erkegi aşk ve tutku üzerine nasıl düşsel bir anlatımda yaşamasıdır. İç içe geçmenin, erkek erkege temasın öyküsü… Yine aynı rüyadayım… Banyonun kapısı her zamanki gibi açık. Duş alıyorum. Su, vücudumdan aşagıları dogru akıp giderken, arkamdan bana sarıldıgını farkediyorum. Kalçalarımın arasında hissettigim bir sertlik var. Aşagıya dogru egilip, ellerini belime koyarak aniden beni kendine dogru çekmeye başlıyorsun. Üzerinde oturuyorum şu an… Hatta sırtımı sana dayadım. Dudakların boynumda, diş izlerini hissetmek içimi titretiyor. Emiyorsun… Biraz yavaş ama… Sanki durmaksızın, beni içine çekiyorsun sürekli… Kalp atışlarım eskisi gibi degil… Nefes alıp verirken ellerini bedenimde gezdirmen, gögüs uçlarımı iki parmagının arasında sıkıştırıp beni kavraman, beni çok tahrik ediyor. Sanki dokunuşlarınla vücudumda derinlere dogru haraket ederken; seninle eriyip kaynaştıgımı farzediyorum. Sakin ol..! Bazen boynumdaki ısırıkların canımı yakıyor… Yavaşla..! Su, az bir basıçla… Damlalar halinde üzerime boşalıyor… Biraz ılık.. Ama çok ıslak bir dokunuş bu…kulak mememi agızına alıp emiyor; ardından ellerinle kalçalarımın arasında geziniyorsun… Dokunuşların canımı yakıyor… Anlamıyor musun, hazır degilim.. Acele etmeni istemiyorum…” Sus…” deyip…………..Kollarımı yavaşça yukarı dogru kaldırıyorsun. Ellerin kalçamda gidip geliyor… Sol elini dudaklarıma dogru getirip iki parmagını yavaşça agızıma sokuyorsun. Diger elin aşagılara dogru ilerliyor… Sıkıca aletimi kavrayıp bir kaç dakika bana mastürbasyon yapıyorsun. Çok fazla degil… Birden daha aşagılara kayıp parmagını içime sokuyorsun, sonra ikincisini… Tepkisel olarak, ben de dişlerimle parmaklarını ısırıyorum, sen zorladıkça daha sert… Gidip geliyorsun…” Kıpırdama..!” deyip beni uyarman çok anlamsızca…İçimde çok garip bir his var… Zevk alıyorum; ama korkuyorum. Ellerimle saçlarını okşuyor, kalçalarımı hafif hafif haraket ettirip kendimi sana hazırlamaya çalışıyorum. Fakat sikinin başı, deligime dayandıgı anda, kendimi geri çekiyor… Içimden derin bir iç çekerek,” hayır, olmaz…” diyorum. Sen ise bana daha sıkıca sarılıp beni tekrardan kendine çekiyorsun… Beni duymak istemiyorsun sanki…” Içine girmek istiyorum…” diyorsun sürekli…Biraz bastırıyorsun, ama ben kendimi ister istemez kasıyorum. Ellerinle beni biraz öne dogru yatırıyorsun, sonra kendine çekiyorsun.. Evet başı biraz girdi denilebilir ama, sen daha fazlasını istiyorsun. Ellerinle sıkıca belimi kavrayıp sanki ” otur artık..!” dermişcesine beni kendine bastırıyorsun. Ben ise adeta direniyorum, canım acıyor, nefesim kesik ve korkuyorum.” Söz canını yakmayacagım, kendini serbest bırak artık…” demen ne kadar güvenilir ki..!Seni hissediyorum…Ansızın, daha derinlere dalıyorsun. Kısık bir çıglık atıyorum adeta. Kaslarım öyle gerilmiş ki.. Hareket edemiyorum sanki..” dur diyorum… Sadece “durrrr..” kıpırdayamıyorum, içimdesin şu an.. Seni hissediyorum.. Ellerin omuzlarımda… Beni yavaş yavaş hala kendine bastırmaya devam ediyorsun… Canım acıyor… Biraz bekle, lütfen…Yanıt yok…Beni üzerine dogru çekip kendi üzerine yüzüstü yatmamı saglıyor ve o esnada da köküne kadar içime giriyorsun. İşte o an… Belki ellerim bedeninde dolanıyor ama, içimden sana, sadece bagırmak geliyor, fakat yapamıyorum. Sanki solugum kesilmiş gibi nefes alıyor, içimdeki varlıgın boyutlarına da alışma çabası veriyorum. ” Canın yanıyor mu..?” demen çok geç artık..!Zannedersem, alışıyorum galiba… Içime girip çıkmaların bana zevk vermeye başladı sanki. Bir an sonuna kadar sokup duruyor, sonra tekrardan hızlanıyorsun. Vücudunun, kalçalarıma her çarpışında çıkarttıgı sesler, seni büyük bir tempoya sokarken, beni gittikçe daha fazla yormaya başlıyor. Üzerinde oturup, çok pasif kalmam, sürekli içime büyük bir hınçla girip çıkman, boynumdaki diş izlerin ve de bu sert kavrayışların… Beni deli ediyor… Çıldırtacak kadar seri…Diger bir yandan bana mastürbasyon yaparken, içimde daha yavaş ilerlemen.. Tam çıkaracak gibi yapıp sonra yeniden köklemen… ısırman, sikimi sonuna kadar gerip diger bir yandan da, içeri daha derinlere dalarak” nasıl hoşuna gidiyor mu..?” demen… Beni mahvediyor… Sanki parçalanıyorum, bilmiyorum, beni çıldırtacak kadar seri hareket ediyorsun… Durdugun anlarda bile, benim zevk alabilecegim diger yönleri keşfetme çabası halleri içersine giriyorsun. Ellerinle sanki dokunmuyor, vücudumun en hassas noktalarına kaba hareketlerde bulunuyorsun… En sonunda da, içimden çıkarak, beni elimden tuttugun gibi banyodan alıp yataga fırlatıyorsun. Kendimi öyle savunmasız hissediyorum ki, bacaklarımı omuzuna alıp tekrardan sikini deligime dayadıgında, korkudan bileklerini sıkıyorum. Ama bu hiçbir şeyi degiştirmeye yetmiyor tabi ki… Yine bir sokuşta içime giriyor ve büyük bir acıyla benim kasılmamı saglıyorsun… Ben içimden” hayvan…” diye seslenmişim, kimin umrunda ki..Kendini öyle kaptırmışsın ki, adeta kendi nefes alıp verişlerinden, belkide benim iniltilerimi hiç farketmiyorsun bile… Kendi kendime mastürbasyon yaparken, sen daha derinlere yol alma çabası içersindesin ve belkide bilmek istedigin tek şey..?İçine boşalmamı ister misin sözcükleri…… Evet… Ama acele et, çünkü ben sırılsıklamım…… ……………………….Geliyor musun, leo..? Islaklıgının içime geçtigi gibi… Ben de senin içine geçmek istiyorum…Gönderen: xXx

İyi günler arkadaşlar.ben oguz sizlere lise 3 te yaşadığım bi anımı anlatmak istiyorum.Olağan üstü güzel olmamakla birlikte kısa boylu olan edebiyat öğretmenimle aram çok iyiydi,dedim ya çok güzel olmasada,çok çekici kısa boylu dolgun dudaklı iri göğüslü balon götlü bi hocaydı,nasıl ağzınızın suyu aktı dimi?Neyse okulda çok populer olan ben müsamerelerde de görev almaya başlayınca haliyle sevgi hocayla daha sıkı olmaya başladım.Az da olsa bi tiyatro deneyimim olduğu için hocam bi çok konuyu bana danışırdı ve fikrimi alırdı.Günler böyle geçerken hocam,artık kız arkadaşlarımada karışmaya başladı ve kendine dikkat et dedi.Nedenini anlayamamıştım ama onun dul olması hep aklımın bi köşesindeydi.bi gün tam gösteriye 1 hafta kala herkez evine gittiğinde yolda salına slıan yürürken beni aradı ve yetiştirmemiz gereken bi yer var acele çalışmamız lazım dedi.Bir kaç arkadaşımıda arıyım geliyim hocam dedim,o boş ver sen gelde çalışalım dedi.Ben bi şey düşünmemiştim açıkçası çünkü gerçekten de böle bi durum vardı.Evine gittiğimde çok sıcak karşıladı.içeri geçip oturduğumda bana içersin diye sordu bende siz ne içerseniz ondan alırım hocam dedim.Çok kaliteli bir kırmızı şarap içmiştik tadı hala damağımdadır.Sonra ben ona onu çok güzel ve çekici bulduğumu söledim,oda bana sende benim en yakışıklı öğrencimsin dedi ve yanıma yaklaştı seni buraya niçin çağırdığımı biliyomusun dedi.Hayır dedim.O da: seni okulun kızlarından kıskanıyorum ve senin benim küçük sevgilim olmanı istiyorum dedi.Şok olmuştum ve bende hiç soğumadan ona bende seninle saatlerce ateşler içinde sevişmek istiyorum dedim.Sonra hocam yalnız olmanın verdiği arzuyla ve dul olmanın verdiği ustalıkla dudaklarıma yapıştı,Gerçekten çok güzel öpüşüyordu çok etkilenmiştim ve sikim dimdik olmuştu.dudaklarım acıyana kadar öpüşmüştük sonra bi ara elimi göğüslerine uzattım sesini çıkarmadı bende göğüslerini okşamaya sıkmaya başlamıştım.Öpüşmesindeki şehvetten aldığım cesaretle elimi bacaklarına indirdim ve bacaklarını okşamaya başlamıştım.gerçekten çok güzel ve seksiydi.hep hayal ettiğim kadın avuçlarımın arasındaydı ve kendini bana bırakmıştı.çok ateşli bi şekilde sevişmeye başladık sonra onu yavaş yavaş soymaya başladım hızlı hızlı nefes alıyordu,elimi bi anda amının üzerinde gezdirmeye başladım,çok hoşuna gitti,çok güzel bir götü vardı ve tanga giymişti,hemen eğilip külotlu çorabının üzerinden götünü yalamaya başladım.Allahım bu nasıl bi tat nasıl bir koku nasıl bir zevkti böyle…sonra çevirip amını yaladım zevk çığlıkları atmaya başladı ve bacaklarını açıp hadi sevgilim sik artık beni dedi kısık bir sesle kulağıma, hem kulağımı ısırıp yalayıp hemde onu sikmem için yalvarıyodu.bense onu iyice azdırıp bağartmak için amını yalıyodum gerçekten süperdi.tertemiz ve olgun bir amdı,üstelik bayada dardı.yarrağımı çıkarıp amına sokacakken yarrağımı hemen aline aldı ve aman tanrım bune böle sevgilim dedi,hemen iki dil atıp amına sokmak istedi.çünkü gerçekten çok büyük olan yarrağım onu heyecanlandırmıştı.amının dudaklarını açıp amına çok hızlı girdim.Çok uzun zamandır yarrak görmediği belliydi çok fazla zevk aldı bu girişten,bense hiç durmadan amını sikiyordum hocamın… saatlerce sevişip sevişip siktim hocamı gerçekten çok güzeldi amına bayıldım hele o götüne girdikçe ıhh laması ve engel olamayınca elimi verdiğimde ağızına elimi ısırması beni çok tahrik ediyordu…ona aşık mı oldum nedir hemen hemen hergün sikiyordum sevgi hocamı,bazı günler çırılçıplak oturuyorum ve sikmiyorum oda ayağımın dibinde saatlerce yarrağımı yalıyo harika bi zevk bu…yaşamak isteyen kadınlar varsa burdayım mailinizi bekliyorum 19 yaşında kumral ve oldukça yakışıklıyım..Gönderen: SCHULZ

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Üst komşumuz apartmana taşındıkları günden beri ses gurultü patırtı hiç eksik olmayan bir doğulu bir aileydi.
Defalarca çıkıp sessiz olun deyip uyarmama ramen ses hiç zerre azalmadan şiddetlice devam ediyordu.
Kadının kocası uyumsuz anlaşılmaz ters bir adamdı adam 30lu yaşlarda karısı dilek ise 27 yaşındaymış sonradan öğrendim.
15 yaşında evlenmiş iki ufak kızları vardı. Kadın kapalı utangaç ve kocası gereği ezik kalmış birine benziyordu. Gündüzleri kocası işte
oldugundan dilek çocuklarla evde yalnız kalıyodu. Gene böyle bi gün yukarda gene ses cümbüş varken dayanamadım ve yukarı çıktım
kapıyı çaldım dilek açtı. Başında türbanı hafif dağlımış siyah saçları görünüyordu üzerinde dar bi badi iri göğüsleri badisini yırtacak gibi duruyordu. Altında uzun eteği kocaman kalçasıyla karşımdaydı.
– Hanfendi rica ediyorum biraz sessiz aşağıda sesten durulmuyor. Dedim ve utanarak tamam tamam deyip kapattı kapıyı.
Aşağı indim ses bir nebzede olsa kesilmişti ama benim aklım dilek in vücudundaydı ki o ana dek hiç o gözle bakmadım bana itici bile geliyordu.
Sonraları aramızı biraz daha iyi yapmak için apartmanda gördüğüm her an laf atmaya onu ısındırmaya çalıştım. İlk zamanlar pek yanaşmasada sonraları odakonuşmaya selam vermeye ilk kez gülmeye başlamıştı.
Aramız baya iyiydi artık kocasıylada aramı iyi tutmalıydımki kimse şüpheye düşmesin ki kocası adamı çeker vurur öyle bi tip durduk yere başa bela almıyım diye. Bu ara benim adım hakan 27 yaşındayım 185 boyum 80 kilo yaptığım sporun etkisiyle iri sayılırım.
Gecen hafta c.tesi günü evde yalnızken kapı çaldı dilek gelmiş buyur içeri dedim baştan tereddüt etti ama sonra girdi
– hayırdır dilek
-evde elektirikler yok bizim sizde varmı mehmette evde yok sana sorayım dedim
-bizde var bi arıza olmasın bakalım istersen
dedim ve yukarı onlara çıktık dilek önde ben arkada yürüyorduk kocaman kalçasını sallaya sallaya merdivenleri çıktı önümde
içeri girdik baktım elektirik kutusuna kntak atmış kontağı kaldırmamla atması bir oldu tekrar fişte takılı birşey varmı dedim mutfağa yöneldik bi kaç şeyi fişten çıkardık ama sonuç değişme diğer odalar yöneldik en son yatak odasına yürür gibi oldum hemenönüme geçti benden önce girdi odaya benim duracağımı düşündü ama bende onunla giriverdim odaya duşa girecek gibi hazırlanmış bornozu temiz külot ve sutyeni yatağın üzerindeydi gizlemeye çalışsada nafile görmüştüm yani. Benim alet ufaktan hareketlenmeye eşofmanın üzerinden belirmeye başladı.prize baktığımda ada için ısıtıcıyı fişte gördüm.
Dilek biraz utanır gibi oldu dedim neden utanıyosun hafif tebessüm ederek her kadının yaptığı şey. Oda gülerek evet dedi.
Fişten çıkardım ve kontağı kaldırdım sorun düzeldi.
Bugün ağda yapamıcaksın gülerek oda gülerek karşılık verdi.
herhangi bi ters cevap vermedğini görünce az daha ileri gittim çokmu kıl var deyip bastım kahkayı ortam dahada yumuşasın diye
beklediğim cevap geldi yokta düğün var yarın ondan temizleniyim dedi jilet al dedim bu seferlik bende.
Sonra daha çok gerilmesin diye konuyu değiştirdim .
-cidden 15 yaşındamı evlendin yav sen
-Evet
-cocukmuşsun daha zor olmadımı kocan kaç yaşındaydı sruyom ama istersen konuşmayalım
-28 yaşındaydı
-vay şerefsiz ya şey çok pardon ağzımdan kaçtı severekmi evlendin peki
-hayır ya babam verdi bişiy diyemedim
-şu an seviyomusun yoksa alıştınmı
-alıştım ik**e çocuk var zaten mecbur
-çok zordur ya sevmediğim biriyle yataga girmek
-evet ama yapacak bişiyim yok.
frekansa girince konuyu derinlştirdim yataktan devam 😉
-hayvan gibi bişey zaten yav insan nasıl sarılır öper vallaha zor işini bitirip götünü döner yatar o
-eveet öyeleki zaten onun için 2 dakikalık bişey zaten
– ne iki dakiası ya o ne öyle en az 1 saat lazım bana gülerek
– abartma be sende dayanamazsın 1 saat gülerek
bu arada sikim kazık artık eşofmanı delme derecsinde kalkmış durumda
– e sen alışmısın kocana abartma diyosun 😀 1 saat sikerim ben şey pardon kaçtı ağzımdan 😀
o andan sonra ok yaydan çıktı sessiz kaldı dilek cevap veremedi anladımki bişiyler bekliyo benden bende durmadan yapıştım dudaklarına sikimi bacak arasında hissetmesi için değdirip çekmeye başladım. O anda bile nefes alışverişi hızlandı kendini kaybedecek duruma geldi ellerimi kalçalarına atıp okşamaya sıkmaya başladım ardından badisini ve sütyenini çıkarıdm iri ve üçları dimdik siyah göğüslerini avuçlamaya ısırmaya başladım dileğin bunları ilk defa yaşadğı belliydi ki ayakta boşalacak durumdaydı. yatak odasına geçince hemen eteğini de çıkardım ve kocaman götünü tokatlamaya amını külotunun üzerinden okşamaya başladım dilek öyle durup kendini bırakmış harektsizce sadece inliyordu. Yatağa sırt üstü uzandı ben külotunu yavaşça çıkardım amı şişmiş külotu su olmuş etli kırmızı amını yalamak için bacak arasına yöneldiğimde gene bunu ilk defayaşadığı için panikledi dedim sakin ol aşkım kendini bırak bana doğru düzgün sikil deyince tamam der gibi kafasını salladı.
Bende iştahla amını yalamaya başladım ama dilek kendinden geçti inlemesi eminim bizim evden duyuluyodur dedim kendi kendime 😀
Kasılmaya başladı ve boşalmaya başladı daha sikemedim bile dilek boşalıverdi.
bende eşofmanımı ve boxerımı çıkardım yarağım kazık 17 cm kalın ideal boyutlarda dileğin ağzına götürdüm bi sikime bi bana bakıp napıcanı bilmez halde duruyordu dedim canım alsana ağzına yala biraz sikimi. Hiç yalamadım dedi ilkleri yaşa bugün sonra aldı ağzına acemice yalamaya başladı bir süre sonra yatak domaltıp arkadan amına yavaşça girmeye başladım amı fırın gibiyi karnın yanmış karı 11 yıldır zevkten dört köşe kıvranakıvrana yarağımı yedi 10 dakıka kadar siktikten sonra bacakalarını omzma alıp bi o kadarda öyle sktim bu esnada 2 kezdaha boşaldı dilek mest olmuş teşekkür eder gözlerle bana bkarken bende yarağımı çıkarıp göğüslerine boşaldım.
üstümü başımı temizleyip eve indim ilk fırsatta ikinci posta için fırsat kolluyorum saygılar dostlar…..

Ufuk Bey ve Karım
“Aşkım, sen burada oyalan, ben Ufuk beyin yanına gidip bir merhaba demek istiyorum” dedi Gül… Yanıtımı beklemeden elindeki viski kadehiyle uzaklaştı. Hoşlanmamıştım bu işten… Tedirgin gözlerle havuz kenarındaki gruba doğru kalçalarını kıvırarak ilerleyen seksi karımı izledim.
Gül, benim 28 yaşındaki, ince belli, dolgun kalçalı, koca memeli seksi karım… Seksapelini karşılaştığı her erkeğin gözüne sokan karım… Hırslı, sekse düşkün, her istediğini elde etmek için çalışan, erkekleri kendine mıknatıs gibi çeken karım… Yedi yıldır evliyiz ve evliliğimizin ikinci yılından beri bu sekse düşkünlüğü nedeniyle başka erkeklere yöneldi benim seksi karım…
Fantezi diye başlayan birkaç kez yaşadığı gecelik ilişkilerden sonra daha kalıcı sevgililere yöneldi. Maalesef flört döneminden itibaren korkunç zevkleri tattıran, bir uyuşturucu gibi kanıma işleyen bu orospu, beni de kendine uydurdu, ortama alıştırdı baştan itibaren…
Ben de karımın bu yasak ilişkilerinden zevk alan, ilişki kurmasına yardımcı olan sapık pezevengin biri olup çıktım zamanla… Erkek pezevenk ruhlu, karısı azgın bir orospu olunca doğal olarak çok uyumlu bir hayatımız var. Bazen dışarıda buluşur erkekleriyle, bazen evde birlikte olur, ben de buna kolaylık sağlar, hatta katılırım.
Karım bir yıl kadar önce babasının arkadaşlarından Ufuk beye ilgi duyduğunu söyledi. Ufuk bey 50 yaşında, iri yarı, hafif göbekli olmasına rağmen kendinden emin, güçlü görünüşüyle oldukça etkileyici birisi…
Ufuk Bey’in doğuda büyük bir halı fabrikası var ama şirketinin merkezi burada, bizim oturduğumuz semte yakın… Karımdan bir kaç yaş daha büyük, çok güzel ve bakımlı bir karısı var. Buna rağmen kayınpederimden onun başka kadınlarla ilişkisi olduğunu duyduk.
Karım allem etti, kalem etti, bir şekilde Ufuk beyin şirketinin halkla ilişkiler biriminin düzenlediği bu geceki havuz partisine bizi de davet ettirdi. İşte şimdi de ne tür bir plan yaptıysa onu uygulamak üzere, üzerindeki varla yok arası, dekoltesi bol, vücudunu saran, tüm kıvrımlarını ortaya çıkaran, eteği kalçasının hemen altında biten simsiyah gece elbisesiyle, on santimlik iskarpinlerinin üzerinde kırıtarak avının yanına gidiyordu.
Bir süre havuzun etrafındaki küçük gruplara elimdeki içki kadehiyle takılarak, orospu karımı uzaktan izleyerek oyalandım. Karım ne yapıp edip adamla yalnız kalmayı becerdi sonunda… İkili bir süre birbirlerine gülümseyerek konuştular.
Karım bir yandan konuşuyor, bir yandan konuşmasının arasında adamın koluna, eline dokunuyor, arada şuh kahkahalarla gülüyordu. Adam konuşurken de karım gözlerini süzerek, içine düşecek gibi onu dinliyordu.
Yanıma tepsiyle gelen garsondan elimdeki boş kadehi dolusuyla değiştirmek için bir anlığına gözlerimi onlardan ayırdım. Tekrar döndüğümde ikisi de ortadan kaybolmuşlardı. Sağa sola bakındım, dolaştım, karımı aradım her yerde… Yoklardı… Sırra kadem basmışlar ikisi de…
“Biliyor musun, ne oldu?”
Sonunda yarım saati aşan bir zaman sonra ben kokteyl barının önünde oyalanırken karım yanıbaşımda bitmiş, heyecanla bu soruyu soruyordu bana…
Dönüp ona baktım. Yanakları kırmızılaşmış, dudaklarındaki ruj tazelenmiş, elbisenin omuz askısı altındaki irice bir morluğu saklayamaz vaziyetteydi. Karımı tanıyordum. Bütün belirtiler onun hızlı bir orgazm yaşadığını gösteriyordu.
“Ben sormasam da anlatacaksın zaten…” dedim bir yudum viski çekerek… “Hadi anlat bir an önce de merakta bırakma insanı… Ne yaptınız?”
“Ona hayran olduğumu, çok beğendiğimi falan anlattım. Biraz uğraştım ikna etmek için ama sonunda beni elimden tutup üst kata, silah koleksiyonunu göstermeye götürdü.”
“Eee? Bu muydu seni heyecanlandıran? Silah koleksiyonunu göstermesi mi? Bu kadar mı?”
“Aptal kocam…” diyerek güldü orospu… “Dinle… Koleksiyon falan yoktu. Kendi silahı vardı bir tek… Kütüphanesinde pantolonundan çıkarıp gösterdi bana…”
“Hassiktiirr…” dedim. “Senin Ufuk efendi çok hızlıymış. Eee, nasıldı bari silahı?”
“Sorma kocacım… Kocaman, heybetli bir silahı vardı. Smokinin pantolonundan çıkardı, önünde diz çöktürüp ağzıma verdi. Nasıl kocaman bir şeydi, anlatamam sana… Yaladım, yuttum silahını… Sonunda ağzıma geldi, nerdeyse bardak dolusu boşalttı. Damlasını kaybetmeden hepsini bir güzel yuttum. Çok memnun kaldı benden… ”
“Eh, istediğin oldu sonunda… Senin patlattığın silah koleksiyonuna bir yarak daha eklendi.” dedim gülerek… Sikimi kaldırmıştı orospu karım… Anlattığı sahne gözümün önünde canlanmıştı adeta…
Biraz daha oyalandık, kokteylin bitimine doğru Ufuk bey diğer davetlileri uğurlarken bizim yanımıza da geldi. Sanki hiçbir şey olmamış, karımı ağzından sikmemiş gibi tokalaştık, bize de güle güle dedi.
Karımın elini biraz uzun ve kuvvetli sıkması, gözlerinin birleşmesi dışında, olayı bilmesem cenabet herifin daha bir saat önce karıma spermlerini yutturduğunu ben bile anlayamazdım.
Karım artık Ufuk beyin arzusuyla yanıp tutuşuyordu. Telefon edip onunla konuşmak istiyordu ama çekiniyordu. Arasam mı, aramasam mı, ayıp olur mu? Başımın etini yedi durdu. Sonunda dayanamadım,
“Karıcığım… Adamın yarağını ağzına almışsın, taşaklarındaki dölleri yalayıp yutmuşsun, daha ne çekiniyorsun Gül? Ara gitsin. Ne olacak, en fazla siktiri çeker. Adam para babası, ona orospu çok, benim seksi karıma da erkek çok…”
Karım da cesaretini toplayıp şirket merkezine telefon açtı, sekreterini aşıp adamla konuşmayı becerdi sonunda… Biraz girizgahtan sonra neşesi yerine gelmiş, adamla rahat konuşmaya, gülmeye başlamıştı. Binbir cilveyle adamı bize davet etti. Ufuk bey de bir öğleden sonra gelmeye razı oldu.
O gün karım heyecanından ne yapacağını bilmiyordu. En güzel, en seksi iç çamaşırlarını, adamı bir bakışta vuracak en seksi elbiselerini seçmesine yardım ettim. Harika, bir içim su gibi olmuştu. Bana
”Hadi kocacım, senin gitme vaktin geldi” dedi.
Karısının başka erkeklerle sikişmesinden zevk alan her uslu pezevengin yaptığı gibi talimatına uydum, evden çıkıp karşıdaki kafeye gittim. Pencere kenarında bir masaya oturdum. Yarım saat kadar sonra Mersedesiyle Ufuk bey geldi. Arabasını parkçı çocuklardan birine bırakıp apartmana girdi.
Ben oturduğum yerde, karımı becermek üzere evimize gelen zengin piçinin kapıda kayboluşunu ağzım kuruyarak seyrettim. Bir kaç saat o masada öylece oturdum. Ufuk bey benim evimde, benim yatağımda karıma sahip olurken, döllerini sevgili karıma yuttururken ben bir iki şişe soğuk birayla kendimi oyaladım.
Sonunda Ufuk bey çıktı. Arabasını alıp uzaklaşır uzaklaşmaz fırladım. Evimize koştum. Yatak odamıza girdiğimde yabancı bir erkeğin ter, sperm ve parfüm kokusu girdi ciğerlerime…
Karım darmadağın olmuş, yastıklar bir tarafa, buruş buruş olmuş çarşafları bir tarafa savrulmuş yatağımızda çırılçıplak yatıyordu… Sanki iki insan sevişmemiş de, bomba patlamış gibiydi yatağın içi… Beni görünce yorgun argın, gülümseyerek başını kaldırdı,
“Aşkım, Ufuk harika bir erkek! Kendimi hiçbir erkeğin yanında böyle hissetmemiştim. Kaç defa geldim hatırlamıyorum. Soyunup gelsene yanıma…” dedi.
Hemen soyundum. Biraz önce Ufuk beyin kalktığı, hala sıcaklığını muhafaza eden çarşafları buruşuk yatağa, karımın yanına uzandım. Karım ıslak vücuduyla bana sarılıp,
“Ona, bana ne zaman isterse sahip olabileceğini söyledim. Senin de bunun kabul ettiğini anlattım. Sence bir sakıncası yok değil mi? İşyeri o kadar yakın ki… Öğleden sonraları buraya uğramak ona çok uygun olur. Ayrıca akşamları da aile dostumuz gibi gelir, sen de bizim yanımızda olursan kimse şüphelenmez. Ne diyorsun buna? Mükemmel bir sistem… Değil mi?”
Gül benim de bundan nasıl zevk alacağımı bildiği için kıskanmama ve rahatsız olmama rağmen karşı çıkmayacağımı, şartsız ve koşulsuz evet diyeceğimi biliyordu.
“Evet canım harika olur…” diyebildim sadece… Karım kendisine oyuncak alınmış bir bayram çocuğunun sevinciyle dudağıma bir öpücük kondurdu.
“Teşekkür ederim aşkım. Öyle iyi kocasın ki… Sana minnet borçluyum. Hadi gel sana borcumu ödeyeyim.” diyerek elini sertleşmiş sikime attı. Üzerime çıkıp az önce bir yabancının siktiği amına benimkini yerleştirdi. Kalçalarını titrettirerek, oynatarak beni mahvetti, bir de ben döllerimi akıttım azgın karımın amına…