Unfaithful But Curious

You have been married for a few years and you do your best to care for your family, but recently you know there is something missing.

You have sex with your wife, but she isn’t as interested in it as she was when you first met, so you watch porn on your computer.

As you watch women suck the men, you sometimes wonder how it tastes. You notice that you are hard, not from watching the women, but from seeing those thick veiny cocks being sucked. As you jerk off, you lick your hand clean, tasting your own cum. At first it was different, but after a few times, you find you like the tingle on your tongue and the slightly acrid taste.

One night you tell your wife you are going out for drinks at a bar. You will be home soon you assure her.

You walk into the bar. You slip off your wedding ring and put it in a pocket.

Then you go up to the bar and order a drink.

You are dressed casually, but neat and clean and you notice a guy who has been staring at you.

You nod at him and he picks up his drink and sits next to you.

For a few minutes, you chat about sports, the weather, and other niceties. He leans close to you and says, “Do you want to join me in the Men’s room?” Nodding, you leave your drink and follow him.

The men’s room is empty. He leads you to the handicapped stall and secures the door.

He kisses you and undoes your zipper. You feel his hand in your pants as his warm lips are against yours. You taste the alcohol on his breath.

Reaching down, you unzip his fly and reach into his pants, finding he is already hard.

He whispers in your ear, “Do you want to suck me first?”

Then he lets go of yours and undoes his pants so his cock is free.

You get on your knees.

His hard cock looks as good as one from a video as you take the shaft in your hand and slowly stroke it.

You lick around the tip, and then suck on it. It feels warm in your mouth, though the taste is different. Your lips open a bit more and you take it in.

You feel it rub against the roof of your mouth and your tongue.

It feels different but good.

Grabbing the base of his thick shaft, you take it deeper in your mouth.

You suck firmly, and then back off.

Stroking up to the tip, your saliva makes it easier as you grab it firmly and stroke it faster.

He moans and places his hands on your head.

You spit on it, like you saw in the videos. That makes it more slick.

It feels so hard in your hands, you lick and suck the tip again.

He holds your head and thrusts into your mouth. It goes deeper than you planned.

You gag for a second, and back off of it. A string of saliva goes from his cock to your mouth. You stoke him harder.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” he says in a low voice.

You open your mouth and he thrusts in and out. You feel the tip in your throat. The thick shaft fills your mouth.

He is breathing harder as he holds your head and uses your mouth.

You tastes the sweet and acrid flavor of pre-cum. He then holds your head tightly against him as you feel it pulse in your mouth.

Warm, thick fluid spurts into you.

He lets go of your head. You back of his cock a bit and suck it.

He tastes different than you, but you like it. You suck him harder to get it all.

Your cock is so hard. You feel like you are almost ready to cum.

You stand up. ‘Your turn’ you say in a hoarse tone as you drop your pants.

He has slowed his breathing and gets down, licking your tip.

‘Oh God, that feels so good. Why can’t my wife do that?’ you think for a second.

You brace your hands on the stall walls. He licks your shaft. He more quickly strokes, spits on it, and strokes harder.

“You’re going to cum aren’t you?” he says in a low voice.

He holds your cock to his open mouth. He strokes it faster and harder.

Your balls are so tight as you shoot your load into his open mouth.

It feels so good. You feel like you’ve never cum so hard.

He keeps stroking as you feel his wet warm mouth on you.

He is sucking your cum, just like you did his. You realize that you are sweating and panting.

You slow your breathing and back up, so you can pull up your pants.

He is standing and zipping up his fly.

“Should we finish our drinks, or do you need to get back home to your wife?” He asks.

You look at your watch. ‘I can finish my drink, but then I should go back home.’

“Same here. Let me tell you about some of the other guys who come here.”

He says as we go back to our table.

Looking at Leaves in the Ridge and Valley Country

This morning, like most since you have been furloughed, is another frustrating one. You watch the morning news as you have your coffee. 

“No Changes with the Government….And today the President announced…” You turn off the TV and go to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Your wife is there, still wearing her thin nightgown, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Anything in the news?” she asks.

You angrily grumble “Of course not. Another day sitting around with no paycheck on the horizon.”

She comes over, kisses your forehead, then your lips. “We have enough in savings. We are okay. The bills are up to date. We have food in the pantry. We are doing better than some.”

You take a sip from your mug. “You’re right. I just wish I was doing something…”

She cuts you off. “Let’s drive to the mountains. According to the news, the National Parks are still open, but have limited facilities. If we drive out to the Ridge and Valley country, we can take some great photos.”

You want to stop her and complain that it will cost gas, but you haven’t had to commute into work for a couple of weeks now. So you stop and think, she’s right. “Do you want to just take photos, or do you want to also bring your sketch book and paints?” you ask.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” She responds, as she pulls up the weather on her phone. “The weather today will be clear and comfortable. I can pack my pencils and paints.”

You smile and nod as she gets excited. “I know of a couple of overlook spots, where we can stop.” You say. “When do you want to do it?”

She looks at the time. “Let’s get dressed and just go.”

You kiss her, a bit more passionately. “Yes. Let’s get dressed, pack a lunch, and go.” You both put on jeans and a T-shirt. You grab a flannel shirt and wear it unbuttoned, and she grabs a zip-up hoodie. You also grab light jackets, and hand her one. “Just in case it is cooler out there.”

She takes it “Good thinking. I also think there is a blanket in the backseat of the car, which we can use if we need.”

In a cloth grocery bag you toss some sandwiches, and a bag of chips,. She fills up water bottles, and places a couple of them in a small cooler, along with a plastic container of left over pasta salad.

“Snacks and lunch.” You say grabbing the bag and cooler. “Do you have your sketchbook and paints?” you ask.

“Give me a second.” She says as you carry things to the car. She comes out with a small tackle box, holding her art supplies, and two different sized sketch books.

“Should I bring a good camera?” you ask.

“No. Let’s just use the cellphones.” She responds.

You think for a moment. “If I’m driving, then I can’t be taking photos, but she can concentrate on photos and painting.” You nod “You’re right. Is that everything?”

“I think so.” She says.

An hour or so later, you are still on the highway. The windows are down and the radio is playing music that you are enjoying. Traffic is lighter than you anticipated. Most of what you see on the highway is tractor trailers and construction trucks, but few cars. The green and white signs pointing to the “Scenic Byway” tell you that you’ll get off the highway soon.

She has been taking a few landscape photos with her phone. Most of the trees you have seen were mostly green still, with patches of yellow, orange, red, and brown. Just starting to turn. You also drive past farms where the crops have been harvested, or they are reading the fields for the winter crops.

“When was the last time we were here?” you ask her loudly.

She answers “Don’t you remember, shortly after we married and got the house.”

You hit the buttons to roll up the windows, and turn down the music. It is so much quieter without the wind noise. “Why did you do that?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to yell.” You respond. “Yes, I remember it now.” You put your arm around her and pull her closer to you. “After we moved into the house, you asked how much I knew about the area.”

“Because we’d both relocated here for work, we thought it was time to really see the sights.” She continues. “The mountains, the museums, historic sites, and then the beaches.”

You squeeze her tighter. “I think that first year we saw as much as we could.”

She kisses your cheek. “I’m glad we are taking some time again. I’m not happy about the furlough, but you have to admit, the past few years we’ve been pretty busy with work.”

You nod and move your hand so it rests on her thigh. Even through the denim, she feels good to you. “You’re right. And our exit is coming up soon.” You say as you see an arrow pointing “Scenic Byway” under the next exit sign.

You turn off and roll the windows back down. As you slow, you smell the scents of the forest. The cool, damp smell of leaves mixed with the scent of fresh cut stalks from the nearby farmers’ fields. The road winds up as the thickening forest blocks the mid-morning sun.

She turns and snaps photos. You aren’t sure what she is seeing. Could be animals or just how the sunlight and shadows are making patterns. You stay focused on the road. It is much more twisty than you remember it, so you slow down.

She keeps looking and taking photos.

Soon you make it to the top of the ridge-line. The trees towards the valley are gone and you can see sunlight lighting up the valley floor.

“God, That’s so beautiful.” She says as she continues taking photos with her phone.

“There’s a scenic overlook up ahead. Let’s stop.” You say.

“Yes. Please.” She says.

With the forest to your left and the valley to your right, it is so beautiful, but you are focused on the road, so the colors of the leaves are only partially registering. You notice evergreens, but also flame reds, bright yellows, and sunny oranges, mixed with the pale greens and dark brown. You let her focus on taking photos and you’ll keep both of you safe on the road.

You see the scenic overlook and pull in. As you get out of the car, you look at how her jeans hug her shapely hips and ass. You grab your phone and take some photos too.

The mid-morning sunlight shines down on the orchards of the valley. You see small trucks moving from farm to farm, loaded with freshly picked fruit.

You see her sit on the public bench, open your art box, and start sketching a landscape.

As you take some photos with your phone, you walk back to her. You are the only ones at the overlook right now. The sun and shadows make a beautiful pattern on her.

You take a couple of photos of her. Just sitting and sketching. She looks so beautiful. You try a few different angles to try and capture the valley in the background.

“Honey, I hate to interrupt you, but can you stand. Maybe do a couple of model poses?”

She smiles. “Of course.” Setting down her sketch pad, she stands, then poses. Against a log safety railing, next to a sign, and a couple of other locations.

“I’m a little warm.” She says, pulling off her sweatshirt. You see her hard nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. She looks so sexy.

“I wish you would have worn a dress today.” You comment as she strikes various poses.

“I could’ve worn a dress… but then you wouldn’t get to see me slowly peel off these jeans, inch by inch, revealing just how hot it really is out here?” she says in a devilishly playful tone.

“Do you really want to do that here? Where anyone could see?” You ask as you continue taking photos of her.

She moves over to the bench. “You’re right, the risk makes it even hotter… Imagine if someone drove by just as I slid my jeans down my thighs, giving them a glimpse of what only you get to see..” She says as she unbuttons her jeans, “But for now, it’s just you and me, and this show is all yours.”

You move closer and take a couple more photos. “We haven’t done strip tease photos in a long time.” You comment.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed playing like this.” She says, “The way my body responds to the camera, knowing it’s your eyes on the other end, it’s exhilarating. Now, let’s make some new memories… every inch of skin revealed just for you.”

You are surprised by her comments but continue taking photos as she slowly slides her jeans down her sexy legs. You move closer, have her turn her body so we get the patterns on her skin made by sun and shadow.

“Mmm, this feels so good on my bare skin… makes me want to feel your hands tracing the same patterns.” She says in a teasing tone. “Are you ready to put that down and join me on the bench?”

“You are always so sexy.” You respond, as you put your phone in your pocket and kiss her. Her lips are so warm against yours. You reach up under t-shirt, raise it up and show off her firm breasts.

“Where do you want my mouth?” you ask. One hand caresses her breast, and the other moves along her bare thigh. “You are so damn sexy. I just want to see you cum.” You say, kissing her again. Your getting hard as you touch her.

“I want your mouth everywhere… but first, let’s see if you can make me beg for it” She whispers in a playful tone “Trace those lips down my neck, slowly… make me crave more.”

You softly kiss her mouth, then slowly move to her neck. Your hand on her breast softly caresses with your fingertips teasing her hard nipple, your other hand moves up higher on her thigh, to the edge of her panties.

You kiss her smooth skin down to the base of her shirt collar, with her t-shirt bunched up above her breasts. You then move to the upper part of her left beast. Her skin feels so warm against your lips, mustache, and beard you softly kiss your way down towards her nipple.

Your fingers on her thigh slowly move back and forth along the edge of her panties, teasing, without getting closer. “Mmmmm your teasing is driving me wild… your beard is so soft, brushing me. Don’t stop now, keep that fire burning…” she says in soft low tones.

Using the tip of your tongue to slowly lick around her hard left nipple, you also use your fingertips rolling her right one, as your other hand rubs the fabric of her panties along her damp pussy lips. Her nipple is firm in your mouth as you suck it hard, pulling her right nipple with the same pressure, as you continue to rub her panties.

She moans “Mmm, the way you’re playing with me….the heat’s building between my thighs….. I want to feel your fingers slip inside, spread me open… make me moan your name.”

You teasingly finger her wet cunt with more pressure, the crotch of her panties keeping your fingers from entering her. Then you slide the gusset to the side and slip two fingers into her. Your mouth and other hand continue working on her sensitive nipples.

She is so wet. Your fingers go in and out. The palm of your hand rubs her clit. You suck your left nipple harder as your fingers go deeper.

She closes her eyes in pleasure. “That’s it my love. Cum for me.” you say. “Cum where tourists sit and watch.”

Her breathing hitches as you talk to her, the thought of being watched turns her on. “Fuck, I’m close, so close… Make me cum baby, make me scream your name right here.” She pants.

You finger her harder until you feel her pussy tighten and pulse against my hand. Her moans echo down into the valley.

“I can almost hear the whispers of strangers watching us, it’s so fucking hot… Don’t stop, keep fucking me with your fingers until I explode.” She is fantasizing as an occasional car drives past.

You stop sucking her nipples and kiss her mouth again. Then you put you mouth on her clit. You lick and suck it as you work you fingers faster and deeper. She moans, almost whimpering in pleasure.

Sucking her clit harder, your mustache and beard is now wet with your saliva and her excitement. You work a third finger in, filling her and using your mouth and tongue giving her as much pleasure as you can.

Your own cock is pulsing in your pants from her enjoyment, and the pressure of the denim as you squat and bring her to another orgasm.

“Yes!” You feel her body clench as she cums hard. The fantasy excitement of being watched by strangers and everything you did has her sweating and breathless.

A car pulls up. It looks like tourists. You kiss her, as you help her get her jeans on again.

She grabs her sketch book and art box. “Let’s try a different spot.”

You glance to the couple who are taking photos of the valley. “Yes. There are a couple more overlooks on the byway.”

She kisses you once you are both in the car. “Maybe I’ll do something for you at the next stop.”

“Maybe.” You respond and drive off, as she rests her hand on your thigh, teasing your hard dick through your jeans.

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Cyber Connection - Chapter 5: NiceGuy63111's fantasy for you

 

You are amazed how Sunday went. The idea of Bobby stroking himself to an orgasm as you described how you would suck him, still turns you on. Especially since you started off with your description of spending time with him at the Fair. Later on, you were tempted to text him again, but instead you just fantasized about him and used your toy.

Waking up Monday morning, you feel relaxed, and a little excited about chatting with “NiceGuy63111” later in the day. At work, you smile at everyone and the morning goes smoothly. After the breakfast rush, you take a break and check your phone. Jen left a message asking about your Sunday. You text back “You wouldn’t believe what happened. Can you meet for a coffee?”

In a minute she responds “If it is as interesting as last time we had coffee, sure, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” You send her a smiley face emoji.

You ask the manager, “Can I do like I did last week and take my meal break, before the lunch rush?”

He looks at the clock and shakes his head. “Go, but be back as soon as you can.”

You nod and grab your windbreaker. You can tell the coffee shop is getting ready for autumn. It’s menu has more hot Apple Cider, and Pumpkin Spice drinks, plus a fresh batch of “apple cider donuts”. You get spiced coffee and a doughnut. Jen walks in as you pick up your order. “Give me a second.” She says as she places her order. Getting her favorite cinnamon roll and a pumpkin spice foamy drink.

You silently push your phone over to her with the chat app already open, and scrolled back to where you described the Fair and imaging holding Bobby’s hand.

She reads it as she unrolls part of her cinnamon roll and chews on it. Her chewing slows as she reads more. “So the ‘going to your apartment for sex’ was his idea?”

You nod “Apparently he was so turned on by my description of us spending time at the Fair, that he wanted to go back to my apartment for oral sex, instead of doing what you and Roger did on the Ferris wheel.”

She passes you back your phone, winks and smiles at you, “We had oral sex after the Ferris wheel too. And then we..”

“I don’t really need the details Jen.” You interrupt her. “But my question is, should I try tonight to pick things up again, or do you think it was a ‘one off’ because of the story?”

Jen picks up her unrolling roll and eats some more of it, leaning back and then sipping her drink. “So why did you stop, yesterday? Were you really not in the mood?” she finally asks.

You think about it for a moment. “Sexting like that took more concentration than I anticipated. I was trying to imagine him at the same time I was typing. But as much as I wanted to be turned on, I kept focusing on the sentences to make sure they made sense. I didn’t want a typo to ruin his time.”

“I can see that. That’s probably why when Roger and I do it, it’s short and to the point. But you already said that Bobby isn’t turned on by that.”

For a moment you imagine Bobby, sitting in front of his computer, with his hard dick in his hand stroking as he reads what you type. You’ve never seen his, but you imagine that it is as thick as your toy, nicely cut, with a few visible veins. Just the thought of this starts to excite you.

Jen leans closer to you, “Are you getting turned on right now by thinking about him?”

You blush when you realize that your nipples are hard and visible against your shirt. 
 “Maybe.” You playfully answer and then sip your coffee.

“Well, whatever you just did, I say that you should do it again at home. But we both need to get back to work, so you might want to think of something less exciting.” She says with a smile and a wink.

“Do you have that problem when you think about Roger?” you ask.

“Not usually. If I get excited thinking about him at work, I stop and remember that he didn’t clean the kitchen or do the laundry. Or imagine that he left dirty clothes on the bedroom floor. I’m turned off by that point.” She responds with a grin as she gets up.

You stand up and lean into her for a moment. “But what about if you come home and he’s cleaned the kitchen and done laundry?”

“That’s easy. I fuck his brains out.” She answers finishing her drink.

The rest of your work shift goes as usual. Most people are happy to get their food, and a few complaints about mistakes which you do your best to fix. Every once in a while, when things are quiet, you imagine Bobby at his computer, masturbating and waiting for you. A tingle of excitement moves through you when you do. But then you have to focus on the next customer, and the feeling is gone.

When you get home, you fight the urge to text him immediately. The excitement of arousing him again, especially with the implied promise of him pleasuring you in return, keeps trying to push to the front of your mind. “Stick to my normal routine. Besides he’s probably not on yet. Sort through the mail, make dinner, check email, and then text him, if he’s on.” You say as you place today’s mail on the desk. You change into your yoga pants and t-shirt. “I wonder if he knows I go bra-less most of the time I’m relaxing at home.” You think as you remove your bra and pull your t-shirt on. Glancing in the mirror, you remind yourself why you have to wear a bra to work. Your nipples are noticeable even when you aren’t excited.

You make a quick microwave pasta dish, then sort through the mail as you eat. Just bills and ads.

Your emails aren’t anything different. Then you sit back for a moment and wonder what he had for dinner. After throwing away all the trash, you sit down and see if “NiceGuy63111” is on.

“Hi Bobby, how was your day and what are you having for dinner?” you type. He’s not on yet but you want your message to be what he sees when he signs on.

You wait to see if he is going to respond. But apparently he is busy.

You play the “match the items” game on your phone, hoping that will distract you until he signs on. After completing a couple more levels (and going through almost a dozen lives), you see him typing an answer.

“Hi. My day was busy and stressful. I didn’t feel like cooking, so I picked up a sandwich from the shop on the corner. How was your day?”

You read the ‘busy and stressful’ line and type “Do you want to tell me about it, or should I try to massage you like you massaged me last week?”

“Do you think you can? Try to massage me via texting?”

You smile and respond “I’m willing to try.”

“Ok, where do you want to start? At my neck or at your feet?” he asks.

You had never thought about starting at anyone’s feet. Feet after a long day would be smelly and sweaty. But this is all a fantasy. You type up a response “Before I decide, tell me about your feet. Do you keep your nails trimmed? Do you have callouses and bunions?”

“LOL. I do keep my toe nails trimmed. The bottoms have some callouses and rough spots, but I don’t have any bunions or corns. Do you want a photo?”

Before you respond you receive a photo of his feet. The there are visible rough spots on them but aside from that, they’re nice feet. “You have very nice feet. OK. Then sit back as I take your right foot and massage it.”

“Do you want some lotion, cream, or oil? A foot cream might help with some of the callouses.” He types.

“Give me a minute.” You respond. Getting up, you check your bathroom. That gift basket your aunt sent for the holidays, has lotions, soaps and things in it. You find one that says ‘Foot Cream with Shea Butter’. You uncap it and smell. It has a floral fragrance. You place it by the computer with a hand towel. “I have some ‘Spa Foot Cream’. I squirt some on my hands and slowly rub it along the bottom of your right foot.” You squirt a little into your hand to feel the texture of it and get a better idea of the smell. Then wipe your hands with the towel. “You feel my fingers rub the lotion along the bottom of your foot. Rubbing the rough spots, I feel your skin soften and the room is filled with a soft floral scent.” 

“You are such a clever girl. Yes I feel your strong fingers working my foot. It relaxes under your touch. The scent of the lotion is wonderful.”

You continue describing how you massage his foot, heel, toes and then rotate his ankle. Then you switch to the left foot. You occasionally read his comments of “Mmmm. That feels so good.” And “You really know what you are doing.”.

The strange thing is, you have never done this in real life. You’ve had your foot massaged by an old boyfriend, but never done it for anyone. You concentrate on your description, imagining helping Bobby relax and feel better. After you finish writing about rotating his right ankle, you read “Sit down, I want to lick your pussy.”

You smile and feel a little tingle. “Are you sure? We could stop here?”

“You did such a wonderful job helping me relax, and last night you did a great job with the Fair and afterwards. You deserve a reward. Something you have asked for and I’m ready to give it.”

“OK, give me a minute first.” You type. Grabbing your cellphone, you go to your bedroom, lie down on your bed, and text him “OK. I’m ready.”

“I slowly slide your pants off of you, leaving your panties on.” He describes.

You take your yoga pants off, then lie back down, anticipating his next words.

“I spread your legs and softly kiss the inside of your right knee. I slowly work my way up your thigh. Kissing, and softly licking, your soft warm thigh.”

As he describes this, take your fingertips and slowly move them along the inside of your thigh. Imagining him kissing his way closer to your pussy. You are already damp from the excitement of what he is doing.

“Feel my lips as they are almost to your crotch. I slowly exhale a warm breath on your damp panties. I see a spot of wetness already in the cloth. Feel as I use just the tip of my tongue to slowly lick the surface of the fabric.”

You slowly use the tip of your finger to move on the outside of your panties. Moving up and down as he describes. “You are so good at this. Your lips and tongue feel so good on me.” You type one-handed on your phone.

“I smile up at you from between your legs. Feel my fingers as I slowly slide the waistband of your panties down the curve of your ass, and down your legs.”

“Yes, remove my panties. I want to feel your mouth on me.” You type, then remove yours, throwing them on the floor.

You read “I slide my hands under your firm butt cheeks, then lick up and down the folds of your lips. I taste your flavor and your excitement.”

Moving your finger tip up and down, you enjoy this. It is the strangest masturbation session you’ve ever done. But there is something so sexy and erotic about it. As he continues describing licking and then sucking your clit, you rub yourself, imaging his mouth. “Yes, suck my clit” you type. Rubbing harder and faster, you feel your orgasm building.

“Yes, as I suck your clit, I feel how close you are to cuming. I work a finger into your wet and waiting cunt, as I suck your clit harder.”

You put down your phone and rub yourself with one hand and finger yourself with the other. Imagining his fingers and his mouth helps to push you over the edge and you cum hard. Your legs tighten around your hands as you feel the pleasure move through you.

Wiping your fingers on your thighs, you pick your phone back up.

“I feel your pleasure as you orgasm against my face.”

Using both hands, you text “YES! My legs press against your head and I hump your face as my pleasure washes over me.” You wait a second and then type. “That was amazing. I really did cum. Thank you so much Bobby. I’ve never done anything like that.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Maybe next time, we can try something other than oral sex? But give me a few days.” He then types. “Let the anticipation for next time build before we try something more.”

You nod as you read it, then respond. “Of course. Can I just text you tomorrow? To check on how your day was? You really are a nice guy and special to me. That’s not just because of tonight, but want to make sure you are okay.”

“Sure. I’m really glad I was able to give you pleasure. Let’s call it a night. Chat with you tomorrow. I hope you sleep well and enjoy your day tomorrow.” He closes with a kissing emoji.

“You too. Goodnight Bobby. I’ll sleep well.” And you send a kissing emoji too.

You get up and pull on your sleep shirt, and a fresh pair of panties. You quickly text Jen “Can we meet again tomorrow? You won’t believe what happened tonight.” 

In a few minutes you read, “Sure. But I’m happy to listen now if you want.”

You smile at that and respond. “Not tonight Jen. I’m tired now, so I’m going to bed. I would forward you ‘NiceGuy63111’ texts, but I would hate for Roger to see you reading them and think that you were sexting with some random guy.”

“LOL. Depending on his mood and fantasy he might enjoy that. But get some sleep. We’ll talk tomorrow.” She closes with a winking emoji and a kissing one.

You sigh contentedly, set your phone on the stand by your bed, and fall asleep.

Rounding up Strays

You are a cowboy and recently started working on the Lazy BJ ranch. You had encountered a bounty hunter who recommended that you look for work there. The range boss hired you on. “You’re a good-lookin’ fella. The old hunter was right, we could use another good pair of strong hands around here. Show me what ya’ got.”

You demonstrated your skill with a lariat, roping a calf, and then he had you drive another cow into a pen using your horse and voice. Once the gate was closed, the boss said, “Yeah, you know what you’re doin’. You’re hired”.

You were shown the bunk house. “The’re a few rules you need to follo’, First: I’m the Boss. If I tell ya’ to do somethin’, ya’ do it. Second: Ya’ don’t mess none of the womenfolk in the house. Third: We all help each other out. Do ya’ got it?” ‘Yes sir. I do.’

That was your introduction to life on the Lazy BJ. You share the bunkhouse with Mack, Joe, Tony, Bret, and “Swede”. Mack and Joe are freedmen from somewhere back east, Tony is a vaquero from down south, and Bret and “Swede” are both immigrants. All of you are just doing a job.

Around the ranch you take care of all of the chores. That includes moving cattle from one pasture to the next, caring for your horses, and even splitting wood for the household.

It’s easy to keep the rules. When the Boss orders you to do something, you do it. The guys are all easy to work with and friendly. As for not “messin’ with the womenfolk”, that’s easy. You always preferred the company of men and apparently all of these guys do too.

It’s nothing that is too obvious, but when Joe is working with the farrier, he comes back to the bunk house with his shirt still off. His dark skin, all sweaty and manly. And Bret always asks for help splitting wood. Swinging that axe, moving his hips as he splits logs with single strokes. His back and legs look so good as he works up a sweat.

This goes on for weeks. From time to time, you wonder if it is all just your imagination that the guys are getting with each other where others can’t see.

One day, Boss orders Mack and you to round up some of the strays in the “far 40”. You pack bed rolls and some food. It will be an overnight on the far end of the property.

After riding for a while, you strike up a conversation. Mack tells you that he has been working for the Lazy BJ when it was still two separate ranches. He had been a wrangler for the Bakers and the Rocking B. He and Boss were two of the guys who were hired on when the Rocking B linked with the Traveling J, because of the joining of the Bakers and the Joneses.

Later on, he asks “So how long ya’ been sweet on fellas?”

“The last ranch I worked at I realized I liked men better.” You reply

“So, ya’ done thin’s with others? Any in the bunk house?” he asks with a smile.

You shake your head. “Not yet. Though I like how Joe and Bret look after they been working.”

He laughs a bit. “If you like that, you should see them with each other. Bret’s got a big ol’ hawg, and Joe enjoys suckin’ on it.”

‘You saw them together?’ you ask a little surprised.

“Hell, saw ’em, they asked if I wanted to join ’em. I jus’ jerked my pecker instead.”

“Why? If it looked that good, wouldn’t it have felt better?” you ask genuinely curious.

“I like one at a time. Like when we’s on the trail, an’ we got’s to keep warm. I likes watching them go at it, but I can wait ‘till I’m alone with ‘nother.” He says happily.

You think about it for a moment, “I think I would have joined in. I like the idea of taking both at the same time.” You say with a smile.

“You like gettin’ buggered?” He asks with a sly grin.

“If I like the look and feel of it, then I like to ride it.”

He pushes back the brim of his hat, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Before I forget, where are we going? I don’t see any cattle, so where will we find the strays?” You ask looking around at the horizon.

He smiles at you. “There’s a deep gully down yonder. Many a times I seen strays get down there and just stay. There’s water and sweetgrass. Once they get there, they don’t wanna leave. It runs for a good ways so we’ll go from one end to the other to get ‘em all, and any who hadn’t got there yet.”

You nod and keep riding. The slow rhythm of your horse between your legs feels good. You sort of wish Mack hadn’t mentioned seeing Bret and Joe going at it. You imagine feeling Joe’s dark skin against yours as you ride him. Going up and down, back and forth. You get hard just thinking about it. You shake your head and look at the terrain ahead. It all looks so flat. Lots of prairie grass and sage.

You grab your canteen and take a sip. The cool water feels good going down your throat. “How long will it take for us to get there?” You ask.

“Oh, we’ll get there before the sun gets too low, but we’ll overnight in the gully. Does that bother ya’?”

“Not at all.” You tell him. You look at the sweat slowly rolling down his face. The wetness beading up on his skin. You hadn’t been with a black man before. You have heard stories, but you live with these guys so you figure that what you heard was just more tall tales.

Looking down you notice a cowpie and some hoof prints. Both are somewhat old, but you look around for the animal that made them. You don’t see anything, just what looks like flat plains.

“We are jus’ ‘bout there.” Mack says as he wipes his face with his wild rag. You sniff the air and smell water. Mack points to a low trail in the grass. “Somethin’ moved that way. Follow and I bet ya’ we’ll find our first one.”

He rides up ahead and you see him seem to drop down. As you get closer you see a wide ravine cut into the land by a slow-moving river. Along the bank, eating grass, you see a steer. You whistle to get its attention. At first it ignores you, but then Mack moves closer to it and it starts to move down the riverbank. Looking ahead you see a couple more just lazily eating and moving. “I told ya’ they’d be here. Let’s get ’em movin’.”

You keep riding and gathering up a small herd as the sun sets low on the horizon.

“You ready to make camp for the night?” Mack asks.

There is a wide flat place, with a circle of rocks left over from previous riders. “So, this is where you overnight?”

“Yep. In the mornin’ we’ll hit a spot that leads out of this gully and drive the herd back home. There is grass and water here, so they won’t go far in the night. Why don’t ya’ go up that trail a piece and get us some dry wood. Ya’ll see a clump o’ cottonwoods. We don’ need much. Jus’ enough to build a camp fire.”

After a bit, you walk your horse back with a bundle of sticks strapped across the saddle. “That should be enough for tonight and some for tomorrow so we can have coffee.”

“Good thinkin’.” Mack quickly makes a campfire as you tether and unsaddle the horses, both yours and his. For a quick supper, we made a stew with water, jerked beef, and beans. You both have some cornbread that the cook gave you before you left in the morning.

After eating supper and cleaning up, Mack leans back on his saddle and packs a corncob pipe, and lights it with a twig. “Do you wan’ a smoke?” He asks, blowing a cloud of fragrant smoke into the night air.

You shake your head. “No thank you. I never got the habit. Though that smells good.”

Grabbing your bedroll, you lay it out near him, and lie down. “Are ya’ goin’ to sleep?” he asks. ‘No. Just getting comfortable.’ You say as you look up at the stars and breathe in the mixed smells of the campfire and pipe smoke.

It is so quiet and peaceful. You listen to the sound of the water flowing, the cattle slowly moving back and forth, and occasional crackles from fire.

You watch Mack’s mouth drawing on the pipe stem, and you wish it was you in his mouth instead. “Mack, when you were talking earlier, you said you like things one at a time. It is just you and me. Would you like me to get closer to you? Or are you holding out for someone else?” You ask in a low tone.

“I been thinkin’ on that too. Ya’ said ya’ like gettin’ buggered. I can help ya’ with that.”

You move closer and undo the belt to his chaps, then the belt on his pants. He raises up his hips a bit to unbutton and pull down his pants.

His cock lays on his thigh crowned by a bush of black curly hair. You gently grab it. “Let me get you hard. This looks so good.”

He continues lying back against his saddle as you slowly stroke it up and down, working the foreskin back and exposing his tip. You feel it stiffen in your hand and you lick around the head. It is firm yet spongy against your tongue. Gripping the base, you take it into your mouth. It feels thick as it presses down your tongue and you take it deeper.

“Ya’ good wit tat mout’ o’ yours.” He says reaching down and grabbing your head. His hand feels rough as he grabs a hand full of your hair.

His strength turns you on and you get hard too. You stroke him faster. “Do you want to suck me?” you ask.

“Ya’ bet I do. Suck ya’ then put mine in ya’.” He says breathing harder.

You stand up and drop your pants. You are so hard and you move towards his face. He leans forward, grabs it firmly, and sucks the tip. “Ya got a nice lil’ piece.” Then he sucks you deeper. His hands feel so rough and strong as he works his mouth on you. He is better than you expected and you feel your pleasure building.

“Yeah, give it.” He says as you pulse and shoot in his mouth. He sucks it fully. “That’s good. Get down on ya’ saddle. I gonna fill ya’ now.” He lets go of you and you get on your knees and bend over your saddle. You feel him behind you. He spreads your ass cheeks and spits on your hole. Feeling his thick fingers rub his spit into you, you relax and open yourself.

His fingers slide in and out, stretching your hole wider. It feels so good, you get hard again. You feel him press his tip and then thrust into you. It fills you so well, feeling thicker than you imagined. He grips your hips and works it in and out. The head and then the thicker part of his shaft, opening you up even more.

“Dam’ ya’ tighte’ than ya’ mouth.” He says as he leans over you and you feel his sweat drip on you. Every thrust goes in deeper and deeper. You feel so hard again, and it presses against the warm leather of your saddle. He presses on your lower back as he goes all the way in.

You both are breathing harder. His balls slap against yours and then he grips you tightly and holds it. You feel him pulsing inside of you. Another wave of pleasure goes through you as you shoot all over your saddle.

He is sweating hard as he slowly pulls from you. You feel him drip from your open ass. You take the kerchief from around your neck and wipe yourself clean.

“We should get some sleep. We gots to get ’em back to the ranch ‘morrow” he says as he takes a cake of soap from his saddle bag and goes down to the river. You strip off your clothes, grab your soap too, a wash rag from your saddle bags, and you follow him. “I like to clean up when I done.” He says as you watch the foamy lather on his dark skin. You stand in the cold water and wash up too. It feels really cold but good.

He walks back to the camp fire, his long thing swinging back and forth in the firelight. You quickly follow, and dry off. You lay out your wet rags on the warm rocks of the fire ring. He dresses and then crawls into his bedroll. You do the same.

The next morning, you smell the coffee brewing. “Did ya’ sleep good?”

You roll out of your blankets, “Yes, I slept well. Too bad we have to return to the bunkhouse. I enjoy being out.” You gather things up and pull your tin cup from your bags.

“Well, when we has t’ drive the herd in the fall, ya’ll get lots of that. Maybe ya’ get ya’ wish ‘bout more’n one at a time.” He says with a big smile.

After breakfast, both of you drive the herd back to the ranch. As you move back and forth in your saddle, you feel how Mack filled you last night.

“Keep ya’ head” Mack yells at you. “One’s strayin’!” You angle your horse to move the stray back into the herd. Both of you ride on the flanks of the herd to keep them together.

Near the end of the day, you are back to the ranch. In the bunkhouse you hear Bret ask “So how did he do out there?” Mack smiles and winks at you, “He’s one o’ us. Good on the trail and in camp.”

“Hopefully we all get to work with him” Bret comments.

“Hopefully.” You say as you put away your gear.

(This was the second of my western themed “gay cowboy” stories. If you want more, including a “Trail Drive” story, tell me in the comments. If you enjoyed it, give me a like. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. See you later.)

Going Berry Picking

You watch me walk into the kitchen, wearing only a pair of shorts and heading straight for the coffee pot. You are sitting at the kitchen table, eating toast with strawberry jam on it, as our kids are in the living room, eating bowls of cereal and watching some cartoon show.

As you bite into the toast, the store-bought jam tastes too sweet but yet almost bland. You look at the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, and remember making berry jam with your parents. The memory of going behind your house in the summer and picking berries is so fresh and clear in your mind.

I sit down with my mug of coffee. “What’s up? You look like you are thinking about something?”

“We should take the kids berry picking.” You say in a soft, almost wistful tone.

“What’s that?” I ask, not sure I heard you correctly.
You look me directly in the eyes and say more confidently. “We should take the kids berry picking.”

‘Hon, I know you had berry bushes behind your house when you grew up, but unless you magically planted things last night, we don’t have any.” I say in a joking tone.

“No, smart ass.” You say as you pick up your phone and do a quick search. “About an hour’s drive into the country are a number of ‘pick your own’ farms.” You then show me the screen.

I take your phone and scroll down the screen. “Some of them aren’t in season yet.”

“Fine, skip past those and choose the ones that are.” You say in a confident tone.

After I finish scrolling, I hand you back your phone. “So, if we pick them, what do we do then?”

Very confidently you say “Freezer Jam.” You see the confused look on my face. “My parents would make two types of jam when I was growing up: traditional and freezer jam. We could do either, but I think freezer jam would be easier with the kids.”

“Do we have everything we need? Don’t we need to have glass jars and a pot of boiling water?”

You lean back in your chair and smile. “Nope. That’s why the first jam I learned was freezer jam. We just need plastic containers, sugar, and fruit. I think dad would use lemon juice when he didn’t have pectin.”

“What’s pectin?” our daughter asks as she puts her dirty cereal bowl in the sink.

“Rinse it first.” You remind her. “It’s a sour flavor added to jams and jellies.”

“Oh.” She responds as she rinses her bowl and puts it in the dishwasher. “Are we doing anything fun today?” she asks both of us.

You smile broadly. “A road trip and berry picking!”

“Berry picking? Yea!” our son says as he puts his empty bowl away too.

“Put on jeans and t-shirts you can get dirty in.” you say as they take off for their bedrooms.

You hear me sigh. “Does that include me?”

You get up, lean over, and hug me from behind. “This will be fun. Wait and see.”

After driving for about an hour and a half, you find the farm you want. You hear me grumble a bit when I have to pay to park, then there is an entrance fee, and then we’ll pay for whatever fruit we pick. “Dear, they have to make money somehow. Besides, when we’re done, you’ll enjoy it.” You say and kiss me on the cheek.

The small building with the scale has a stack of shopping bags, and you have everyone take one. “How much do you think we’re going to pick?” I ask.

“We’ll pick until the kids are tired. Come on.” You say, taking my hand.

We get to a row of plants that are loaded with berries.

“Kids. Watch how Mommy does this.” You bend down, hold the berry with one hand and the plant stem with the other, and pull until the berry comes free. “Be careful not to squish the berry or to pull out the plant.”

“OK” they both say and show you that they can do just as you did.

In no time, both our kids are moving thought the rows of berry plants, picking, dropping in the bag, then grabbing the next one.

As you are bent over, grabbing berries, you hear me say “I see something that I would prefer grabbing.” Then you feel my hand softly caress your ass through your jeans. “When you bend over like that, I love how your ass looks so round in those jeans. So ready to be…”

“Dear, I need you to do your part and pick berries too.” You then stand up and whisper in my ear. “When we get home, we’ll be all sweaty and I’ll need your help in the shower.”

I nod, and grin, remembering the last time we had shower sex. “Ok.” I say and kiss you.

My lips feel soft and damp against you. “Focus on berry picking first.” You say and wink. You see me move down the row and start filling the bag, keeping close to the kids.

The sun feels hot on your skin as, you quickly fill your bag.

“Mommy! Look how many I have!” our daughter says as she brings her mostly full bag.

“I’ve got more than her.” Our son says as he comes up behind her.

“Wow!” you say in an exaggerated tone. “You worked so hard. If Daddy is ready we can go and check out.” You see me following behind them, picking up a few loose berries that fell out if their bags. You smile at that and then tell the kids. “Make sure you grip the top of your bag so you don’t spill what you picked.”

Both of them watch how you gather the mouth of the bag closed and wrap it around your index finger, then grip with fist. They both try to do it. “Just hold them tightly closed.” I say as we go to the scale house.

The clerk wearing a t-shirt with the name of the farm, and bib overalls, watches as we place all four bags on the scale. “That’s almost 6 pounds.” She says. “You folks had a good time out there.”

You see her put the 4 bags into a large paper bag and then staple the receipt on it. I pull my wallet out and pay for it. “A little more expensive than the store.” I say under my breath. “But, wait until you taste them.” You say in a low tone. The clerk nods and smiles, as she hands you the bag. “Remember to rinse them well.”

“We will” I say and wave as we leave.

During the drive back home, you place your hand on my thigh and hum along to the music on the radio. Looking in the rear-view mirror, you notice that both kids are asleep.

“I think we tuckered them out.” You say quietly and lean against me. “Thanks for doing this. I forgot how much I missed it.”

I put my arm around you. “If your parents still had that house, we could have spent vacations there, but…”

You slowly nod. “They retired, sold it, and moved to retirement community down South.” Leaning against me, you feel my sweaty t-shirt. “When we get home, you are definitely taking a shower.”

Pulling into the driveway, you notice the kids are still asleep, so you grab the fruit “Let me put this in the kitchen first.” You say quietly. I nod, get out, and then unbuckle our daughter from her safety seat. You see her drowsy form, gripping me as I carry her in, then straight to her room.

A moment later I carry in our son. “Let them sleep for a bit.”

I nod, “They’ll probably wake up while we are in the shower.”

Stripping off our dirty clothes, we take t-shirts and sweatpants to change into, just in case. Our kids have woken up and interrupted us too many times, to not plan for that to happen.

I have the water already running, as you set the clothes and towels by the tub, and close the door. I kiss you and you feel my hands on your arms. “You look beautiful just standing there.”

You kiss me back, but also motion me to get in the shower. “I know, but stop wasting water.”

The water is warm but not hot. We both move around so we rinse the sweat off of us, then taking washcloths and soap, we lather each other up, facing each other. You feel my soapy hand and washcloth move around your breasts, and across your chest. You do the same to me, then we move around so the shower head rinses the soap off of us. I lean forward and lick your left nipple. “You are always so tasty.”

You feel my tongue and then my mouth as I suck it. You grab my head and pull me closer, then reach down with the washcloth and start washing my dick. As I continue sucking your nipple, you feel me reach behind you and wash your back, then down to your ass. I stop sucking and straighten up. The motion of your hand and washcloth has my dick hard for you. “I need to finish washing it clean, if you want me to suck it.” You say playfully. I move so the shower head sprays down my front, rinsing the soap off.

You squat down and get closer to it. “Let me check it to make sure it is clean”. Then you wash my balls as the other hand strokes my shaft. You continue stroking as you work the washcloth under and along the crack of my ass. The tip of my cock is so tempting. You kiss it and then lick around it. You feel me brace myself as you take me into your mouth. My hard cock presses down your tongue as you suck and bob your head back and forth. I must be excited because you already taste my precum, so you back off and stroke me looking up.

“Hold off for a moment.” Then you stand up, bend over, with me still blocking the water from the shower head. Pressing against the back of the shower you, feel me grip your hips and slowly feed my hard wet cock into you. I pull you slowly against me. The water creates that weird friction of wet skin against wet skin. You reach down and rub your clit as you feel me go deeper into you. My hard dick feels good inside of you, so you press back against me as I grip your hips tighter and pull you back and forth. Then I pull you tightly and hold you, as my cock throbs inside of you. You feel me cumming, which excites you and you close your eyes and feel your own orgasm.

Knock — knock — knock. “Mommy, are you and Daddy in there?” you hear our daughter ask.

“Yes, Baby. Mommy and I are showering. We’ll be out in a minute.” I say.

We quickly rinse off, dry each other, then put on the sweatpants and t-shirts. “You planned that well.” I tell you with a wink and a smile.

“Don’t I always. Now lets go make some freezer jam.” You say and kiss me.

(Come back next week for “Making Freezer Jam”. If you enjoyed this, like and leave me a comment. If you enjoy my writings, follow and subscribe. Be seeing you..)

Holiday BBQ Threesome

 It’s a holiday weekend and the weather is great, so we barbecue out, and you call a few friends and neighbors, one of which is your ex. I don’t really know him well, but your divorce was amicable and you talk from time to time, so I’m not concerned.

As the day goes on, I spend most of my time working the grill, and you are a good hostess. As the day ends, most folks leave, until it’s just you, your Ex, and me.

You and him are laughing about a movie. You explain it’s a romantic comedy. “Yea, she watched it all the time. I think you wore out a couple of DVDs you watched it so often.”

I say that I never saw it. ‘I think it’s streaming this month on Netflix.’ You say.

“I haven’t seen it since we broke up, I could watch it again” He says.

“I’m game.” I say.

All three of us sit on the couch. You are in the center. Because of the weather we are all in t-shirts and shorts.

You scan through Netflix and find it. It’s a rom-com about a woman who has to choose between two guys.

We turn down the lights to reduce the glare on the large screen tv.

As it starts, you snuggle next to me. ‘I can tell you have been working the grill. You smell of smoke and sweat.’ You say playfully in a low voice.

“Should I shower & change?”, I whisper back. ‘No, I like when you smell like a man. The movie is starting.”

I put my arm around you, and your ex, Alejandro, stretches out next to you.

As the movie goes on, we are all laughing at parts, you pat my hand at parts, and he, without thinking, rests his hand on your thigh.

There is a point in the movie where I say, “This doesn’t make sense. They are both good guys, why doesn’t she just love them both?”

‘It wouldn’t work. She has to choose. If she was with both, the guys would be jealous.’ You say.

“No these are both good guys, they both want her happy. I think they would try a threesome. What do you think?” I ask.

Alejandro responds, “I think you are right, both of these guys want her happy. If she wants both, I think the guys would be into it.”

You pause the movie. ‘So you think that if she told both guys that she wanted both at the same time, they would do it?’

“Heck, my love, right now if you wanted both of us, I think we’d do it.”

You look at both of us. ‘Ok, guys prove it.’

You strip off your t-shirt like you want to prove us wrong. Your Ex and I shrug at each other and start stripping off shirts and shorts.

My hand cups your right breast and my mouth goes for your left nipple.

He kisses and licks your earlobe as you feel his hand slide into your shorts and he caresses your pussy like he used to do.

It feels so good. You grab both our cocks which are hardening in your hands.

I suck your nipple harder as you stroke my dry cock.

You enjoy the feeling of both hard cocks.

You feel him sliding his fingers in your damp pussy.

‘I need to suck you both.’ You say. You move us so we are standing in front of you and you are sitting on the floor. Your back against the couch.

You suck the tip of mine then lick his. You love how the flavors are similar but different.

You suck mine deeply as you stroke him, then you stroke mine, lubed with your saliva, as you suck him.

As you alternate between us, we both groan in pleasure.

As you stoke both of us, you look at me, ‘Put it in my pussy.’

You release both of us, pull off your shorts, and get on the couch.

You are on hands and knees with your head near the arm rest.

I get behind you and slowly lick your pussy. It’s so wet with excitement. You have your ex stand near your face, and you suck his cock, while stroking his balls.

His cock feels so familiar as you take it deep in your mouth.

You feel the tip of mine slowly slide into your warm wet pussy.

I slowly work it in and out, going deeper. Alejandro places his hands on your head as you suck deeper.

We work a rhythm so we fuck you from both ends.

After a bit, you have us switch.

I move to your head and he gets behind you.

You grab my cock and lick your pussy flavor off of it as he thrusts into your wet opening.

His cock feels different than mine. You suck me hard as he fucks you from behind.

It feels so good for all of us.

‘I want you in my ass.’ You say.

We all stand. You have me sit on the couch…

You go to our bedroom, get lube and come back.

Squirting it on my cock and then on your ass, you mount me reverse cowgirl, sliding my slick cock into your ass.

You have your ex, fill your pussy with his cock.

It takes a bit to get the rhythm, but we do. You take the lead bouncing up and down on both cocks.

‘I feel so full.’ You say as you reach and rub your clit.

You stop bouncing and just rock back and forth. He kisses your mouth and I kiss the back of your neck.

It feels so good, you want to cum while we are inside of you.

You stop as your pussy and ass pulse around our cocks.

‘I want to try something different’ you say in a throaty voice, full of passion.

He backs up, sliding his slick hard cock from your dripping pussy. And you climb off of me, as lube drips from your open ass.

You walk to the patio door. ‘Follow me boys.’ you say very playfully.

You open the door, the night air is still warm. You hear the sounds of frogs and crickets, as we all still naked, go onto the patio. You hug us both.

‘This is what I want. Make love to me in the night air. Both of you, I don’t care who hears or sees.’ We both hug you tightly and kiss you.

You climb on the patio lounger, on your hands and knees again. We both walk over to you, our cocks still hard with excitement.

You take them both and lick and kiss them both. Licking up one side of one, and down the side of the other. You open your mouth wide and take them both in at once. You feel your mouth stretch open with the tips of both thick cocks in your mouth.

You take them both out…and lick them and then lick each of our balls.

Your tongue feels so good, as you lick down my shaft and around my balls. You grip Alejandro’s cock firmly.

‘One of you, Fuck me now.’ You say.

We look at each other, I motion for him to go and he takes his slick cock from your hand. I move mine to your mouth.

Feel his thick veiny cock as he rubs it along your wet open pussy lips. You take suck the tip of my cock as he enters you.

Your warm mouth feels so good. I grab your head in pleasure, my hands pulling your hair lightly.

You feel his hands on your lower back as he goes in and out. Deeper and harder with each thrust.

“I want to fuck your mouth.” I say in a low voice.

I pull your hair a bit more and your mouth opens wide. You feel it as I work my cock into your throat. He pushes you forward and I go back. I push you back against him. You move with the rhythm as we push and pull you, filling you from both ends.

You feel him reach under you and rub your clit as I release your hair with one hand and pull your right nipple.

You moan around my cock in pleasure.

“I think she is going to cum again. My friend.”

You try to nod.

The waves of pleasure start from your inside and wash over you and we continue to fuck you.

“Do you want us to cum where we are?”

I pull my cock from your mouth so you can speak. ‘Want you both to jerk off on my tits, like in porn.’ Your voice is rough from my cock recently in your throat.

He pulls from your wet dripping pussy and stands next to me. We both are stroking as you sit on the lounger.

We stroke and aim at your firm breasts and hard nipples. It excites you to watch both of us so you rub your clit again.

‘Cum on me boys. I’ll cum again too.’ You say.

You rub your clit harder and faster. We stroke and grunt in pleasure. ‘Are there other moans & grunts, I hear?’ You think for a second.

‘Maybe neighbors are getting a show and enjoying themselves too?’ You think, and are excited by the thought of neighbors watching and masturbating to the three of you.

“Si, si, si, si” He says as he shoots thick ropes of jizz on your right breast. “Yyyyyyeeeeessss” I say as mine lands on your left.

You feel our hot sticky cum on your chest, wipe some on your fingers and rub your clit until you finish too.

“Shall we wash up and finish the movie? I still think she doesn’t have to choose, but now I want to see who she goes with.”

We walk into the house and head for the bathroom to shower. You swear you hear footsteps on the deck from the neighbors and hushed voices. You smile to yourself and join us in the shower.

Trying Something New at the Second-Hand Store

 

It was just supposed to be a part-time job to help make ends meet. You saw that your local 2nd-Hand Store was hiring part-time at minimum wage. Your hours at your office job had been cut, so rather than just sitting around the apartment, you decided to give this a try.

That was a few months ago. Your office job cut your hours back even more, because the government contracts that you supported were “paused”. Something that the full-time employees at the firm told you “Stops, Furloughs, and Pauses happen from time to time, but the work always comes back. When Congress fully funds the projects, the full-time spot you were eyeing should be available.”

You kept going into the office during the day, doing what needed done, and then working at the 2nd-hand store in the evenings. Soon, in the office, you noticed fewer and fewer people. Some of the older workers took early retirement, and some of the newest full-timers were let go as part of ‘down-sizing’. Your status as a part-time temp worker is OK, because they can cancel your contract on a whim. You noticed that they have kept all of the “temp workers” but just decreased everyone’s hours.

So you spend more time working at the 2nd-hand store. One of the things you enjoy is that at the end of the day, you and some of the others will go in back and try on some of the new outfits that haven’t been put out yet. Trying them on and buy them if you really like them. Then go to the local diner for a late snack.

At first you thought it was weird seeing the other women wearing just bras and panties, and trying on clothes, but soon it became almost normal. You even noticed that some of your coworkers look so sexy as they try on outfits. You become friends with Kat, Jo, and Ann.

Tonight you try on a nice blouse and skirt combo that you could wear to the office, and look in the mirror.

“That looks good on you.” Kat says. She pulls on a pair of leggings and a sports bra, both of which accent her shape nicely.

“Wow. If you were working out in those, you’d distract the whole gym.” You compliment her.

“Thanks, your boyfriend will really like you in that top and skirt.” She responds.

As you take it off and fold it nicely, you say “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Oh. Is that you haven’t found the right one or…” she asks as she looks in the mirror and caresses her ass through the leggings.

“I just don’t have time. I spend all my time either here or at the office, so I don’t really have time to date.” You finish folding and look to see what other outfits there are, still only in your bra and panties. There is a leather skirt and a matching leather jacket. They feel so good against your skin as you slide them on and zip them up.

“How about you, Kat. Are you going to get those so you can workout with your boyfriend?”

She turns and whistles at you. “That looks sexy on you.” She then strips off the leggings and sports bra. You notice her nipples are hard. “My last girlfriend broke up with me a few months ago.”

“Oh. I didn’t know.” You say, as you feel your face flush with embarrassment.

She walks closer and says in a lower tone. “You didn’t know that I had gone through a breakup or that I’m into women?”

You try to look away from her. “Both.” You say softly.

She places a hand on your shoulder and says in a louder tone. “It’s okay. None of us really talk much ourselves.”

You look past her and see that both Jo and Ann are done and changing back into the polo and khakis that are the store uniform.

“That skirt and jacket really look sexy on you. Especially knowing that you don’t have a shirt on underneath it.” Kat says in a soft tone. “So, if you don’t have time to date, how do you ‘take care of things’?”

Before you can answer, both Jo and Ann walk up with clothing in their arms. “Are you two done? We’re going to buy these and then close out the last register.” Jo says.

Ann looks at Kat, still topless. “If you need more time, we can wait.”

She smiles. “I want to try on a couple more things, then I’ll close out the register.”

You nervously smile at them. “I’ll help her. Did you want to meet up later at the Diner.”

Jo gives Kat a strange wink and smile. “Are you sure you don’t want us to wait?”

Kat slowly shakes her head as she picks up a flowery summer dress. “No. Go on ahead without us. This might take us a bit longer than normal.”

Ann starts walking to the register. “Suit yourself.”

“Don’t take too long. Remember the grill shuts down at midnight during the week.” Jo says.

Kat slips on the dress. It looks big on her. “I wish it was in my size.”

You look at her, still wearing the leather. “The color looks good on you, but you are right it is too big.” You say in a supportive tone.

She takes it off and looks for another outfit, still walking around wearing just panties.

You start to take off the jacket, but she stops you. “Keep it on for just a bit longer.”

“It feels really good. I just don’t go to any places where I’d wear it.” You say.

You hear the front door unlock and then relock.

Kat smiles and moves closer to you. “Have you been with a woman?”

You slowly shake your head, but notice how hard her nipples look as she stands right before you.

“I don’t want to pressure you into anything, but when is the last time you had your sweet cunt licked?”

You don’t know which is more shocking, how close she is to you, her openness, or her language.

“It’s been a while and….” You admit.

She pushes you back against the table and drops to her knees. “I love the smell of leather.” She says as she softly kisses the inside of your thighs. Her lips are soft and warm. There is a gentleness you hadn’t expected. You feel your pussy getting damp, but you are still nervous. “I don’t know if we should.” you try to say.

She looks up at you, as her bare breasts rub against the inside of your legs.

“If you want me to stop.” She says in a soft tone. “Just say so. I’m just offering you a chance to enjoy yourself, and I’ve been wondering how that sweet little snatch of yours tastes.” Then she pauses. “Unless you have never been with a woman before.”

“Not since…” you start to say.

She sits back on her heels. “’Not since college’? It that what you are going to say?” The tone in her voice becomes more serious. “What is it with you ‘straight girls’ and you all had that ‘one time at college’?”

You reach down, grab her head and press her mouth against your wet pussy. “It was High School. I had a girlfriend in High School, until both our parents found out and we had to break up.” You say in a more confident tone. “Sometimes I’m attracted to a man, and sometimes a woman. It’s the individual who turns me on.” You finish as you hold her head between your legs.

You feel her push up the skirt higher so you can spread your legs wider as her tongue licks the crotch of your damp panties.

“Mmmm you are turned on.” You hear her say, then feel her move the panties to the side and feel her tongue licking up and down your wet lips. It’s a feeling you really hadn’t felt before. Not like this. She knows what she is doing with her tongue. This isn’t a nervous high schooler discovering herself, or a college guy trying oral because ‘it’s what he’s supposed to do.’ No, this is a woman who knows what she wants, and what that is, at the moment, is you. Or more specifically “your sweet cunt”.

You feel her lips on your clit as she gently sucks, and slides two twisting fingers into you. You grip her hair tightly as flex your knees and press back against the table. You feel the pleasure building and hold her tightly between your legs. Your orgasm hits you harder than you planned. “Yes, cum for me.” You hear her say as you feel her thrusting her fingers faster and deeper as she sucks your clit.

Your body tingles as release her. She stands up and kisses you. The flavor of your pussy is all over her lips.

She then steps back and puts on her polo shirt.

You unzip your jacket. “Wait, don’t you need me to lick you?”

She smiles. “Maybe after we get something to eat at the diner. I suspect you don’t have a lot of experience and I really want to teach you how to make me cum.” She pulls on her khakis. “You might want to take those off. I’ll ring them up and then close out.”

She grabs the exercise leggings and top. After you pull on your shirt and pants, you hand her the jacket and skirt. “Why are you getting the workout clothes?”

“Probably the same reason you are getting the leathers and not the top and skirt from earlier. I saw how you looked at me. Maybe after a snack, we can go to my place. I’ll put them on, and.”

“I can slowly take them off.” A good plan.

As she rings up your stack, you scan your card. “We should have done this weeks ago.”

She smiles at you with a sad smile. “No. You would have been my ‘rebound chick’. And I like you more than that.”

She clears the register and runs the final report. After putting everything in the night deposit bag, you switch off the lights and she locks the door.

“So what are you hungry for?” you ask.

She smiles. “Maybe just some French fries. I already had my ‘burger’.” She says with a wink and takes your hand. You both laugh as you head to the diner.

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