George II and I had a fling the summer between my fledgling and soph class, after I abandoned my stripper, and if I admitted it, whore career. He surely knew how to push a girl 's buttons and he pushed mine after our first off particular date and two or three times a week through the whole summer. In his car, on his car, behind an old b, by a creek in the Wood, in his category room when nobody else was household. thoroughly thing I was on nascence control and good thing we had lots of insect repellent.

But George III 's kinsfolk moved away before I got home for Thanksgiving Day and I had n't seen him since. Not like I cried a lot. There were other boys, and men. After I transferred to another university, one of those men was my future husband, from whom I kept many secrets - though I clearly was no Virgo. We had now been married eight years and I had never strayed.

'' Margo ? Oh wow. Margo ! '' he exclaimed as we charged together, hugged and exchanged mostly-innocent kisses. `` enjoin me everything. It 's been so long. What 's been happening ? Are you married ? '' I showed him my mob. He turned and started walking in the Same direction I had been going. We told our stories the Lapp way friends do - college, jobs, both of us getting married, who we 've heard from or followed - cypher too detailed. He and his wife had just moved moved back to township a twosome weeks ago.

Partway along, we came upon a bench and sat there recalling memory and sipping our water bottleful. The obvious was bound to come up and he mentioned it first, `` We sure had some nice times that summer. ``

'' You would be referring to the back tail end of your car ? Or out behind Raymond 's barn ? ``

'' well yeah. You thought it was skilful, too. Right ? ``

'' I 'll take on you do it how to adopt tending of a girl, he he. ``

'' Actually, I think about you a lot, Margo ! ''

'' You say that to all your old subjection, '' I said as I watched him put his hand on my knee, `` but I have to allow in I 've never been fucked so a good deal outside since. ``

'' Well most of the time, we could n't go inside. You know, '' he offered in defense. He turned his face closer. His hand moved further up my leg.

'' Most of the fourth dimension, '' I agreed with a vacillation interpreter. Our eyes were locked. His mitt briefly brushed between my stage and slid up to my chest. We started kissing. He was cupping my boob. `` Oh George IV, '' I muttered glancing at my ring. Our lingua played with each other.

'' Oh Margo. I wish. I only wish, '' he managed to say as his hand was again between my legs.

'' Me, too. Sometimes being married really sucks. '' I had the bump in his shorts in my bridge player. We were both breathing hard and I could feel the dampness in my panties and my inside tightening.

We kept at that for a few minute but then there was someone coming far down the trail. `` Maybe this is n't the honest place, '' I said, breaking out of my spell.

There was a thicket off to one English and it extended up and over a minor ridge. I grabbed George 's hand and dragged him laughing and giggling into the Wood over the hill. We stopped when we were sure we were out of vision. Our french kissing resumed in earnest. He pushed up my tee shirt and I undid my own bra. George always knew how to lick and suck on a young lady 's breast and this time it felt terrific. My short only had an elastic waistline circle and his paw slid down easily and soon his digit were inside me. `` Oh Oh Oh. ''

I was n't certainly how far I was going to let this go, but tinker's dam. His peter was out. He was dragging my shorts and panties down over my knee. The mania, the desire were becoming overwhelming. I shook my stage discharge and pulled his shorts down. The four legged, two headed creature hobbled over to a tree. Our munition wrapped around each other. His body pressed against mine. His rooster against my paunch. His hands up in my hair. The motivation. The motive. My hand moving his cock between my wooden leg. Vows ? What vows ? I rolled my coxa forward. This was not to be expert love life making. This was do it, do it now.

His penis entered my oh so ready vagina. Thrust, thrust, driving force. Our consistence rocking into each former with each thrust. My orgasm. Were only the trees listening ? Thrust, thrust. Electricity down to my toes. Thrust, thrust. Feeling his release begin. pulse rate, heart rate, pulsation after beat. More thrusts even when the releases ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his hobble cock fell out of my pussy.

Out of breath, still clamped together, we stared at each other smiling broadly in our semi-nakedness. `` Oh George ! ``

'' Oh Margo. '' Passionate kisses. Hands caressing my chest. handwriting on his butt pulling us together. His wet dick against my leg.

Still shaking, I knelt in strawman of him and took his slimy organ in my sass. My own flavors and his kept my Passion lit. I was resting my dripping snatch against my heel and giving myself more pleasure. George V was never one of those that took forever to regain. Slurping and sucking and looking up at him with astray open eye soon brought him back.

'' Again, '' I begged, as I stood up.

'' Oh Margo, '' he muttered as I helped him move into me again. Thrust after thrust. Another toe tingle, tum grabbing orgasm. Longer this metre. jab, stab, thrust. Finally his explosion again inside me.

As we stood pressed together again, face to side, smiling, panting, he stunned me, `` You have to meet my wife. ``

'' What ? Are you kidding ? After this ? ''

'' You 'll like her. ``

'' But, ... ''

'' Our flat is only a half mile from here. Come on. ``

Well, I was n't exactly looking like a woman who was setting out to meet a lover 's wife while trying to keep our secrets. George waited while I peed on the leave. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the telltale situation off my leg and got the bite of woods floor off my knee joint. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my scanty and short, got my bra situated and straightened out my tee shirt. George used another wipe, though he did n't need it as practically as I had.

I tried to brush my hair, but George had to help me. It felt so nice getting this simple attending from him. We were eventually ready and found our way back to the trail. I was terrified as we climbed the steps to their apartment. Could I pull this off ?

Saint George introduced me to Melanie. `` We were friends before I moved away, '' he explained as innocently as possible. `` We ran into each other on that track. I thought she should get together you. ``

farewell it to George I to get hitched with a stunning beauty. Melanie and I shook hands a bit tentatively. `` So courteous to meet you. Can I get you a glass of wine or something stronger ? Gin and tonic ? ``

'' Gin and tonic water sounds nice, '' boy could I use that, `` but could I use your can first ? '' I was n't at all sure I had really cleaned up, so I used a dampen flannel I found draped over the tub faucet to give myself a `` bath. '' I headed out after checking myself in the mirror and putting on a little lipstick.

When I got back to the living room, there were cheese and crackers on the coffee table and I heard Melanie running the ice crusher for our drinks. She brought out three glasses of G & T on a tray and placed them where each of us could reach ours. Then she took the tray back to the kitchen while George and I sipped from our spectacles.

But instead of taking a tail end by her crapulence, she came up behind me and put her men on my shoulders. Then she leaned down side by side to my ear as her work force moved down over my breasts.

'' I bet you two had fantastic passionate sex out there before he brought you here, '' she hoarse whispered.

I felt my fount turning tweed. I 'd swear, even my lipstick turned white. But St. George was grinning impishly.

'' fountainhead I did n't cite, '' he offered, `` we 're swinger and I told her about the woods while you were in the bathroom. ``

'' Maybe your hubby would like to come over and play with us, '' Melanie suggested as she kissed my neck.

well, that was n't going to happen. I loved him but he was a straight arrow and had many times told me how this or that sexual bodily function was intolerable or disgusting. `` No, no, he would never ... ''

'' We I guess it 's just the three of us, '' she said as slender her hired man found its way into my cincture and I felt myself getting aroused yet again.

I took a deep gulp from my G & T and put it down. My deep breathing place gave away my willingness to diddle and she had more reasonableness to know that as her hand found the moistness between my snatch lips. But she did n't footle there. She pulled my tee shirt over my point and undid my bra when I leaned forward a bit to give her room.

George was getting ungarmented when she came around in front man of me and pulled down my shorts and pantie. `` Let 's see what we have here, '' and soon her knife was making me moan. I had n't been with a lady friend since grad shoal, so this was very exciting.

George came over by the chair, his cock sticking straight out. I leaned over to shoot it in my mouth. Melanie 's finger pushed up inside me. Oh my goodness.

But before George could cum in my rima oris, Melanie stood up, still the solitary one with apparel on, and said, `` Lets go to the chamber. I want to learn him fuck you. '' Melanie undressed herself as George and I pulled down the sheets on their bed.

I laid down on my back as George crawled between my legs. Before he started licking my pussy, he said, `` You are still the beautiful young woman I knew that summer. '' Never anywhere near as pretty as your wife, I thought.

Melanie knelt beside us watching and actually held his turncock in front end of my opening move. Then as his chance event began, she started rubbing my pussy - oh yes, yes, so incredible. I think her fingers wrapped around his shaft too. I was able-bodied to get hold of her own wet pussy and soon the three of us were moaning in ecstasy.

When George IV was finished inside me, Melanie straddled my pectus and bent over lapped up mine and her husband 's juices. I began to finger and solve her, too. It had been ages since I tasted another girl 's sex, and Melanie 's shaved cunt was especially dessert. And she finally was able to own a full throated orgasm - til then it had mostly been about George and me.

Melanie rolled off me and took George in her arms. I watched them caress and nestle and play with each former 's body until, right adjacent to me on the queen sized matress, George II was capable to read his play inside his own wife.

They asked me to stay for dinner party, but my husband was due back from Spain later that night, and I had to make up sure enough I was cleaned up enough to welcome his own procession without revealing my secret. former girls I know cried the 1st clip they cheated. Not me.

The next sentence I got together with George III and Melanie, they made trusted it was a four, which seemed very attentive .