George II and I had a fling the summertime between my freshman and soph years, after I abandoned my sprigger, and if I admitted it, whore career. He surely knew how to push a girl 's button and he pushed mine after our get-go escort and two or three times a week through the whole summer. In his car, on his car, behind an old barn, by a creek in the woods, in his family unit room when cypher else was home. upright thing I was on birth command and good thing we had pot of insect repellant.

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

'' Margo ? Oh wow. Margo ! '' he exclaimed as we charged together, hugged and exchanged mostly-innocent buss. `` Tell me everything. It 's been so long. What 's been happening ? Are you married ? '' I showed him my ring. He turned and started walking in the Lapplander direction I had been going. We told our chronicle the same way friends do - college, caper, both of us getting married, who we 've heard from or followed - nothing too detailed. He and his wife had just moved moved back to town a duet weeks ago.

Partway along, we came upon a bench and sat there recalling retentivity and sipping our water bottle. The obvious was bound to occur up and he mentioned it first, `` We sure had some squeamish times that summertime. ``

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

'' Well yeah. You thought it was adept, too. Right ? ``

'' I 'll hold you know how to make care of a daughter, he he. ``

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

'' You say that to all your old conquests, '' I said as I watched him put his hand on my knee, `` but I have to include I 've never been fucked so very much outside since. ``

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

'' nearly of the time, '' I agreed with a wavering voice. Our eyes were locked. His hand briefly brushed between my peg and slid up to my dresser. We started kissing. He was cupping my breast. `` Oh George, '' I muttered glancing at my ring. Our tongues 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 prominence in his shorts in my hand. 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 moments but then there was individual coming far down the lead. `` Maybe this is n't the practiced office, '' I said, breaking out of my spell.

There was a copse off to one side and it extended up and over a little ridgepole. I grabbed George 's hand and dragged him laughing and giggling into the woods over the hill. We stopped when we were sure we were out of sight. 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 soak up on a miss 's bosom and this clip it felt terrific. My shorts only had an elastic waist band and his hand slid down easily and soon his fingers were inside me. `` Oh Oh Oh. ''

I was n't sure how far I was going to let this go, but damn. His cock was out. He was dragging my short and panties down over my knees. The Passion, the desire were becoming overwhelming. I shook my wooden leg all the way and pulled his shorts down. The four legged, two headed beast hobbled over to a Tree. Our arms wrapped around each other. His body pressed against mine. His cock against my belly. His hands up in my pilus. The need. The need. My hand moving his shaft between my stage. Vows ? What vows ? I rolled my coxa forward. This was not to be good love making. This was do it, do it now.

His penis entered my oh so gear up vagina. Thrust, driving force, thrust. Our dead body rocking into each other with each knife thrust. My coming. Were only the tree diagram listening ? thrusting, thrusting. electricity down to my toes. Thrust, thrust. Feeling his press release Begin. pulse rate, pulse, pulse after pulse. More poke even when the releases ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his hitch peter fell out of my pussy.

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

'' Oh Margo. '' Passionate kisses. Hands caressing my breasts. Hands on his nates pulling us together. His wet cock against my leg.

Still shaking, I knelt in front of him and took his unworthy organ in my sassing. My own flavors and his kept my love lit. I was resting my dripping pussy against my hound and giving myself more pleasance. George was never one of those that took forever to recover. Slurping and sucking and looking up at him with full open eyes soon brought him back.

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

'' Oh Margo, '' he muttered as I helped him infix me again. Thrust after jabbing. Another toe tingling, potbelly grabbing coming. Longer this time. poke, thrust, thrust. Finally his detonation again inside me.

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

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

'' You 'll like her. ``

'' But, ... ''

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

wellspring, I was n't exactly looking like a woman who was setting out to encounter a fan 's wife while trying to keep back our secret. George I waited while I peed on the leaves. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the taleteller point off my leg and got the bit of timberland floor off my knee. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my panties 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 sweep my hair, but George had to help me. It felt so nice getting this simple attending from him. We were eventually gear up and found our way back to the track. I was terrified as we climbed the stairs to their apartment. Could I rend this off ?

George introduced me to Melanie. `` We were friend before I moved away, '' he explained as innocently as possible. `` We ran into each former on that trail. I thought she should meet you. ``

leave-taking it to George to get hitched with a stunning beauty. Melanie and I shook hands a bit tentatively. `` So courteous to come across you. Can I get you a glass of wine or something impregnable ? Gin and tonic ? ``

'' Gin and soda pop 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 dampness washcloth 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 short lipstick.

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

But instead of taking a posterior by her drink, she came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulder. Then she leaned down side by side to my ear as her hands moved down over my breasts.

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

I felt my expression turning livid. I 'd rely, even my lipstick turned Elwyn Brooks White. But George was grinning impishly.

'' well I did n't citation, '' he offered, `` we 're swingers and I told her about the woods while you were in the privy. ``

'' Maybe your husband would like to issue forth over and bet with us, '' Melanie suggested as she kissed my neck.

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

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

I took a trench swig from my G & T and put it down. My deep breaths gave away my willingness to play and she had more reason to have a go at it that as her hand found the moistness between my pussy lips. But she did n't linger there. She pulled my tee shirt over my capitulum and loosen my bra when I leaned forward a bit to give her room.

George was getting undressed when she came around in front of me and pulled down my short pants and panty. `` Let 's see what we have here, '' and soon her tongue was making me moan. I had n't been with a young woman since alum school, so this was very exciting.

George came over by the chairperson, his dick sticking straight out. I leaned over to postulate it in my sass. Melanie 's finger pushed up inside me. Oh my goodness.

But before George V could cum in my backtalk, Melanie stood up, still the lonesome one with clothes on, and said, `` Lets go to the bedroom. I want to see 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 peg. Before he started licking my pussy, he said, `` You are still the beautiful little girl I knew that summertime. '' Never anywhere near as pretty as your wife, I thought.

Melanie knelt beside us watching and actually held his cock in social movement of my scuttle. Then as his slash began, she started rubbing my cunt - oh yes, yes, so incredible. I think her fingers wrapped around his light beam too. I was able to pass on her own wet twat and soon the three of us were moaning in disco biscuit.

When George was finished inside me, Melanie straddled my chest and bent over lapped up mine and her husband 's juices. I began to finger and lick her, too. It had been historic period since I tasted another girl 's sex, and Melanie 's shaved pussy was especially sweet. And she finally was capable to bear a full throated orgasm - til then it had mostly been about George and me.

Melanie rolled off me and took George II in her branch. I watched them caress and cuddle and play with each former 's bodies until, right next to me on the king sized matress, George was capable to learn his spell inside his own wife.

They asked me to appease for dinner, but my husband was due back from Espana later that night, and I had to stool sure I was cleaned up enough to welcome his own advance without revealing my mystery. other girls I know cried the first time they cheated. Not me.

The next sentence I got together with George VI and Melanie, they made sure it was a foursome, which seemed very thoughtful .