George V and I had a fling the summer between my freshman and soph years, after I abandoned my exotic dancer, and if I admitted it, whore career. He surely knew how to crusade a girl 's buttons and he pushed mine after our first date and two or three times a workweek through the unharmed summer. In his car, on his car, behind an old barn, by a Creek in the woods, in his family way when nonentity else was home. Good affair I was on birth ascendency and skilful 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 former boys, and men. After I transferred to another university, one of those men was my futurity husband, from whom I kept many secrets - though I clearly was no Virgo the Virgin. 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. `` recount me everything. It 's been so long. What 's been happening ? Are you married ? '' I showed him my gang. He turned and started walking in the like 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 - nothing too detailed. He and his married woman had just moved moved back to townspeople a brace weeks ago.

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

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

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

'' I 'll admit you know how to deal tending of a girl, 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 articulatio genus, `` but I have to admit I 've never been fucked so much outside since. ``

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

'' about of the prison term, '' I agreed with a wavering voice. Our optic were locked. His hand briefly brushed between my peg and slid up to my chest. We started kissing. He was cupping my chest. `` Oh George IV, '' I muttered glancing at my closed chain. 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 bulge in his short pants in my hand. We were both breathing hard and I could finger the moistness 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 best place, '' I said, breaking out of my spell.

There was a copse off to one side of meat and it extended up and over a small rooftree. I grabbed George II 's hired man and dragged him laughing and giggling into the Natalie Wood over the J. J. Hill. We stopped when we were sure we were out of slew. Our french smooching resumed in earnest. He pushed up my tee shirt and I undid my own bra. George always knew how to lap up and suck up on a girlfriend 's titty and this time it felt terrific. My shortstop only had an elastic waist set and his hand slid down easily and soon his finger's breadth were inside me. `` Oh Oh Oh. ''

I was n't sure how far I was going to let this go, but damn. His dick was out. He was dragging my boxers and panty down over my genu. The passion, the desire were becoming overwhelming. I shook my legs gain and pulled his shorts down. The four legged, two headed beast hobbled over to a tree. Our blazonry wrapped around each other. His body pressed against mine. His cock against my belly. His hands up in my hair. The pauperization. The pauperization. My hired hand moving his putz between my legs. Vows ? What vows ? I rolled my articulatio coxae forward. This was not to be expert lovemaking devising. This was do it, do it now.

His penis entered my oh so ready vagina. Thrust, thrust, driving force. Our bodies rocking into each other with each thrust. My orgasm. Were only the tree listening ? jab, thrust. electrical energy down to my toes. jabbing, jabbing. Feeling his sack begin. Pulse, pulse, pulse after impulse. more thrusts even when the releases ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his limp cock fell out of my pussy.

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

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

Still shaking, I knelt in front of him and took his slimy harmonium in my sassing. My own flavors and his kept my mania 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 recuperate. Slurping and sucking and looking up at him with wide unfold eyes soon brought him back.

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

'' Oh Margo, '' he muttered as I helped him enter me again. push after thrust. Another toe tingling, tummy grabbing sexual climax. Longer this time. thrust, stab, stab. Finally his explosion again inside me.

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

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

'' You 'll care her. ``

'' But, ... ''

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

Well, I was n't exactly looking like a woman who was setting out to conform to a lover 's wife while trying to preserve our secret. George waited while I peed on the leaves. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the telltale touch off my leg and got the second of afforest story off my stifle. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my scanty and shortstop, got my bra situated and straightened out my tee shirt. George I used another wipe, though he did n't need it as much as I had.

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

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

Leave it to Saint George to hook up with a stunning beauty. Melanie and I shook hands a bit tentatively. `` So nice to meet you. Can I get you a shabu of wine or something stronger ? Gin and tonic ? ``

'' Gin and tonic auditory sensation nice, '' boy could I use that, `` but could I use your lavatory first ? '' I was n't at all sure I had really cleaned up, so I used a damp flannel I found draped over the tub faucet to impart 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 cheeseflower and banger on the coffee table and I heard Melanie running the ice crusher for our swallow. She brought out three glasses of G & T on a tray and placed them where each of us could turn over ours. Then she took the tray back to the kitchen while George and I sipped from our glasses.

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

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

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

'' Well I did n't mention, '' he offered, `` we 're tramp and I told her about the forest while you were in the bathroom. ``

'' Maybe your married man would wish to derive over and represent with us, '' Melanie suggested as she kissed my neck.

fountainhead, that was n't going to happen. I loved him but he was a full-strength arrow and had many time told me how this or that sexual activity was unendurable 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 inscrutable gulp from my G & T and put it down. My deeply intimation gave away my willingness to represent and she had more grounds to jazz that as her hand found the damp between my pussy lips. But she did n't lounge there. She pulled my tee shirt over my nous and unmake my bra when I leaned forward a bit to give her room.

George was getting undressed when she came around in social movement of me and pulled down my shorts and panties. `` Let 's see what we have here, '' and soon her lingua was making me groan. I had n't been with a young woman since graduate school, so this was very turn on.

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

But before George II could cum in my mouth, Melanie stood up, still the sole one with clothes on, and said, `` Lets go to the sleeping accommodation. I want to watch him fuck you. '' Melanie undressed herself as George III and I pulled down the sheets on their bed.

I laid down on my backrest as George III crawled between my ramification. Before he started licking my pussycat, he said, `` You are still the beautiful girl I knew that summer. '' Never anywhere near as pretty as your married woman, I thought.

Melanie knelt beside us watching and actually held his pecker in presence of my opening. Then as his accident began, she started rubbing my kitty-cat - oh yes, yes, so incredible. I think her fingers wrapped around his shaft too. I was able to pass her own wet pussy and soon the three of us were moaning in rapture.

When George was finished inside me, Melanie straddled my dresser and bent over lapped up mine and her husband 's juices. I began to feel and lap up her, too. It had been age since I tasted another little girl 's sex, and Melanie 's shaved pussy was especially sweet. And she finally was capable to receive a fully throated orgasm - til then it had mostly been about Saint George and me.

Melanie rolled off me and took George in her arms. I watched them caress and nestle and play with each other 's bodies until, right following to me on the king sized matress, George was able to train his turn inside his own wife.

They asked me to stay for dinner, but my husband was due back from Spain later that dark, and I had to fix sure I was cleaned up enough to welcome his own advances without revealing my secret. former female child I know cried the first time they cheated. Not me.

The side by side metre I got together with George and Melanie, they made sure it was a foursome, which seemed very thoughtful .