George and I had a fling the summertime between my freshman and sophomore geezerhood, after I abandoned my stripper, and if I admitted it, whore calling. He surely knew how to push a little girl 's button and he pushed mine after our first engagement and two or three meter a week through the whole summer. In his car, on his car, behind an old b, by a creek in the woods, in his category room when nobody else was home. Good matter I was on birth command and serious thing we had lots of insect repellent.

But George 's family moved away before I got rest home for Thanksgiving and I had n't seen him since. Not like I cried a lot. There were other male child, and men. After I transferred to another university, one of those men was my succeeding husband, from whom I kept many closed book - though I clearly was no Virgo. We had now been married eight twelvemonth and I had never strayed.

'' Margo ? Oh wow. Margo ! '' he exclaimed as we charged together, hugged and exchanged mostly-innocent osculation. `` tell apart 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 Saami direction I had been going. We told our stories the Saami way Quaker do - college, jobs, 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 span workweek ago.

Partway along, we came upon a bench and sat there recalling memories and sipping our water bottles. The obvious was bound to derive up and he mentioned it first, `` We sure had some overnice multiplication that summer. ``

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

'' fountainhead yeah. You thought it was sound, too. Right ? ``

'' I 'll take you cognise how to take care of a girlfriend, he he. ``

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

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

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

'' most of the sentence, '' I agreed with a vacillate part. Our eyes were locked. His hand briefly brushed between my ramification and slid up to my chest. We started kissing. He was cupping my white meat. `` Oh George, '' I muttered glancing at my band. Our tongues played with each other.

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

'' Me, too. Sometimes being married really sucks. '' I had the bulge in his shorts in my mitt. We were both breathing hard and I could experience the dampness in my scanty and my inside tightening.

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

There was a brush off to one side and it extended up and over a minuscule ridge. I grabbed George 's hand and dragged him laughing and giggling into the Grant Wood over the Hill. We stopped when we were sure we were out of plenty. Our French kissing resumed in earnest. He pushed up my tee shirt and I undid my own bra. George III always knew how to work out and suck on a little girl 's boobs and this time it felt terrific. My short pants only had an elastic waist band and his hand slid down easily and soon his digit were inside me. `` Oh Oh Oh. ''

I was n't sure how far I was going to let this go, but shucks. His turncock was out. He was dragging my boxershorts and step-in down over my knees. The passion, the desire were becoming overwhelming. I shook my legs clear and pulled his shorts down. The four legged, two headed savage hobbled over to a tree. Our arms wrapped around each other. His trunk pressed against mine. His hammer against my belly. His hands up in my hair. The need. The need. My hand moving his cock between my legs. Vows ? What vows ? I rolled my hips forward. This was not to be expert love devising. This was do it, do it now.

His phallus entered my oh so fix vagina. knife thrust, jabbing, thrust. Our bodies rocking into each early with each poking. My orgasm. Were only the trees listening ? Thrust, driving force. electricity down to my toes. thrusting, thrust. Feeling his release Menachem Begin. Pulse, heart rate, pulse after impulse. More thrusts even when the releases ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his hitch rooster 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 candy kiss. Hands caressing my tit. Hands on his butt pulling us together. His wet pecker against my leg.

Still shaking, I knelt in front end of him and took his ugly organ in my lip. My own feeling and his kept my passion lit. I was resting my dripping pussy against my heel and giving myself more pleasure. George was never one of those that took forever to regain. Slurping and sucking and looking up at him with broad open eye soon brought him back.

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

'' Oh Margo, '' he muttered as I helped him enter me again. Thrust after jabbing. Another toe tingling, tummy grabbing orgasm. Longer this sentence. Thrust, thrusting, thrust. Finally his plosion again inside me.

As we stood pressed together again, grimace to face, smiling, trousering, he stunned me, `` You have to meet my married woman. ``

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

'' You 'll like her. ``

'' But, ... ''

'' Our apartment is only a half mi 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 observe our arcanum. George IV waited while I peed on the leaves. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the tattletale spots off my leg and got the bits of forest storey off my knees. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my scanty and shorts, got my bra situated and straightened out my tee shirt. Saint George used another wipe, though he did n't need it as much as I had.

I tried to sweep my fuzz, but George had to help me. It felt so nice getting this simple attention from him. We were eventually ready and found our way back to the lead. I was terrified as we climbed the stair to their apartment. Could I draw this off ?

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

Leave it to George to marry a sensational lulu. Melanie and I shook hands a bit tentatively. `` So nice to fulfill you. Can I get you a glass of wine-colored or something stronger ? Gin and tonic ? ``

'' Gin and refreshing sounds skillful, '' boy could I use that, `` but could I use your bath first ? '' I was n't at all for sure I had really cleaned up, so I used a damp washcloth I found draped over the tub faucet to give myself a `` bathroom. '' I headed out after checking myself in the mirror and putting on a petty lipstick.

When I got back to the keep elbow room, there were cheese and crackers on the coffee bean 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 glasses.

But instead of taking a seat by her potable, she came up behind me and put her hands on my berm. Then she leaned down next to my ear as her hand moved down over my breasts.

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

I felt my face turning whitened. I 'd affirm, even my lipstick turned white. But St. George was grinning impishly.

'' wellspring I did n't credit, '' he offered, `` we 're swingers and I told her about the woods while you were in the bathroom. ``

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

wellspring, that was n't going to happen. I loved him but he was a consecutive arrow and had many times told me how this or that intimate activeness was intolerable or disgusting. `` No, no, he would never ... ''

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

I took a deeply gulp from my G & T and put it down. My deep breathing time gave away my willingness to bring and she had more rationality to know that as her hand found the dampness between my pussy sassing. But she did n't mill about there. She pulled my tee shirt over my head and undid my bra when I leaned forward a bit to give her room.

George was getting undressed when she came around in battlefront of me and pulled down my shorts and scanty. `` Let 's see what we have here, '' and soon her tongue was making me groan. I had n't been with a girl since graduate school, so this was very stir.

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

But before George could cum in my mouth, Melanie stood up, still the only one with clothes on, and said, `` Lets go to the bedroom. I want to watch him have sex you. '' Melanie undressed herself as George and I pulled down the flat solid on their bed.

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

Melanie knelt beside us watching and actually held his stopcock in front line of my scuttle. Then as his solidus began, she started rubbing my pussy - oh yes, yes, so incredible. I think her finger wrapped around his scape too. I was able to achieve her own wet kitty-cat and soon the three of us were moaning in ecstasy.

When George was finished inside me, Melanie straddled my chest and bent grass over lapped up mine and her husband 's juice. 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 able to have a wide throated orgasm - til then it had mostly been about George II and me.

Melanie rolled off me and took George in her arms. I watched them caress and cuddle and play with each other 's trunk until, right next to me on the top executive sized matress, George was able to take his twist inside his own wife.

They asked me to stick for dinner, but my married man was due back from Spain later that night, and I had to make sure I was cleaned up enough to welcome his own onward motion without revealing my enigma. other girls I know cried the get-go time they cheated. Not me.

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