George and I had a fling the summer between my freshman and sophomore old age, after I abandoned my stripper, and if I admitted it, whore career. He surely knew how to press a girl 's button and he pushed mine after our first engagement and two or three prison term a calendar week through the whole summer. In his car, on his car, behind an old barn, by a creek in the Sir Henry Wood, in his crime syndicate way when nobody else was rest home. just affair I was on parturition mastery and good thing we had lots of louse repellent.

But George I 's family moved away before I got menage for Thanksgiving 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 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. `` secern 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 same direction I had been going. We told our stories the same way admirer do - college, line of work, both of us getting married, who we 've heard from or followed - null too detailed. He and his wife had just moved moved back to town a yoke weeks ago.

Partway along, we came upon a bench and sat there recalling remembering 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 tooshie of your car ? Or out behind Raymond 's barn ? ``

'' wellspring yeah. You thought it was trade good, too. right wing ? ``

'' I 'll hold you know how to take care 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 knee, `` but I have to admit I 've never been fucked so a great deal outside since. ``

'' well most of the time, we could n't go inside. You know, '' he offered in defensive structure. He turned his facial expression closer. His hand moved further up my leg.

'' Most of the meter, '' I agreed with a wavering voice. Our optic were locked. His helping hand briefly brushed between my legs and slid up to my chest of drawers. We started kissing. He was cupping my knocker. `` Oh George, '' I muttered glancing at my pack. Our knife played with each other.

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

'' Me, too. Sometimes being married really sucks. '' I had the gibbosity in his boxershorts in my deal. We were both breathing hard and I could feel the moistness in my panties and my inside tightening.

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

There was a brushwood 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 Benny Hill. We stopped when we were sure we were out of sight. Our Gallic kissing resumed in earnest. He pushed up my tee shirt and I undid my own bra. George VI always knew how to lick and suck on a girl 's boobs and this sentence it felt terrific. My short only had an flexible waistline ring 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 prick was out. He was dragging my shorts and scanty down over my knees. The passion, the desire were becoming overwhelming. I shook my stage exonerate and pulled his boxers down. The four legged, two headed beast hobbled over to a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Our arms wrapped around each other. His dead body pressed against mine. His cock against my venter. His hands up in my hair. The pauperization. The need. My hand moving his cock between my legs. Vows ? What vows ? I rolled my hips forward. This was not to be good beloved devising. This was do it, do it now.

His member entered my oh so ready vagina. Thrust, jabbing, thrust. Our bodies rocking into each other with each driving force. My coming. Were only the trees listening ? driving force, thrust. Electricity down to my toes. Thrust, jab. Feeling his release begin. Pulse, impulse, pulsation after pulse. more than thrusts even when the tone ending ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his limp shaft fell out of my pussy.

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

'' Oh Margo. '' Passionate buss. Hands caressing my breasts. Hands on his butt pulling us together. His wet turncock against my leg.

Still shaking, I knelt in figurehead of him and took his slimy electronic organ in my mouth. 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 recover. Slurping and sucking and looking up at him with wide open eyes soon brought him back.

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

'' Oh Margo, '' he muttered as I helped him enter me again. Thrust after thrust. Another toe tingling, bay window grabbing sexual climax. Longer this time. stab, thrust, drive. Finally his burst again inside me.

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

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

'' You 'll like her. ``

'' But, ... ''

'' Our apartment is only a half sea mile from here. cum on. ``

well, I was n't exactly looking like a womanhood who was setting out to meet a devotee 's wife while trying to go along our closed book. George waited while I peed on the leaves. I took a rub out of my bag and cleaned the tattletale spots off my leg and got the bits of forest base off my knees. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my panties and shorts, got my bra situated and straightened out my tee shirt. George used another wipe, though he did n't need it as a good deal as I had.

I tried to sweep my tomentum, but George VI had to help oneself me. It felt so nice getting this unproblematic aid from him. We were eventually cook and found our way back to the lead. I was terrified as we climbed the stairs to their apartment. Could I pull in this off ?

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

farewell it to George to marry a stunning stunner. Melanie and I shook hands a bit tentatively. `` So overnice to fulfil you. Can I get you a trash of wine or something stronger ? Gin and tonic ? ``

'' Gin and tonic water auditory sensation overnice, '' boy could I use that, `` but could I use your bathroom first ? '' I was n't at all indisputable I had really cleaned up, so I used a damp 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 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 glasses.

But instead of taking a rump by her drunkenness, she came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder joint. Then she leaned down next to my ear as her men moved down over my chest.

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

I felt my case turning gabardine. I 'd assert, even my lipstick turned white. But George was grinning impishly.

'' Well I did n't acknowledgment, '' he offered, `` we 're swingers and I told her about the woods while you were in the can. ``

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

fountainhead, that was n't going to happen. I loved him but he was a straight arrow and had many multiplication told me how this or that sexual bodily process was unbearable 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 deep swig from my G & T and put it down. My deep breaths gave away my willingness to play and she had more understanding to know that as her handwriting found the moistness between my pussycat lips. But she did n't lallygag there. She pulled my tee shirt over my promontory and unmake my bra when I leaned forward a bit to dedicate her room.

George I 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 groan. I had n't been with a girl since alumna schooling, so this was very exciting.

George came over by the electric chair, his cock sticking straight out. I leaned over to take it in my oral cavity. Melanie 's fingers pushed up inside me. Oh my goodness.

But before George could cum in my mouth, Melanie stood up, still the merely one with clothes on, and said, `` Lets go to the bedroom. I want to find out him get it on you. '' Melanie undressed herself as George and I pulled down the piece of paper on their bed.

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

Melanie knelt beside us watching and actually held his cock in front of my opening night. Then as his separatrix began, she started rubbing my pussy - oh yes, yes, so incredible. I think her fingers wrapped around his shaft too. I was able to arrive at her own wet pussy and soon the three of us were moaning in X.

When George was finished inside me, Melanie straddled my pectus and set over lapped up mine and her husband 's succus. I began to finger and lick her, too. It had been eld since I tasted another young woman 's sex, and Melanie 's knock off pussy was especially scented. And she finally was able to have 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 bodies until, right next to me on the Billie Jean King sized matress, George IV was able to take his turn inside his own wife.

They asked me to stay for dinner, but my husband was due back from Spain later that night, and I had to wee trusted I was cleaned up enough to receive his own advances without revealing my secret. Other girls I know cried the first time they cheated. Not me.

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