George and I had a fling the summer between my freshman and sophomore years, after I abandoned my stripper, and if I admitted it, whore vocation. He surely knew how to labor a girl 's buttons and he pushed mine after our first escort and two or three times a week through the whole summertime. In his car, on his car, behind an old barn, by a creek in the woodwind instrument, in his syndicate room when nonentity else was domicile. Good affair I was on parentage control and dear thing we had peck of insect repellant.

But Saint George 's mob moved away before I got home 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 married man, from whom I kept many closed book - though I clearly was no Virgo. We had now been married eight eld 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 ring. He turned and started walking in the same counselling I had been going. We told our stories the same way friends do - college, jobs, both of us getting married, who we 've heard from or followed - nothing too elaborate. He and his wife had just moved moved back to town a duet workweek ago.

Partway along, we came upon a bench and sat there recalling store and sipping our piss nursing bottle. The obvious was bound to come up and he mentioned it first, `` We sure had some dainty times that summertime. ``

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

'' fountainhead yeah. You thought it was unspoiled, too. right ? ``

'' I 'll include you know how to take aid of a fille, 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 script on my knee, `` but I have to admit I 've never been fucked so much outside since. ``

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

'' Most of the sentence, '' I agreed with a waffle voice. Our eyes were locked. His hand briefly brushed between my legs and slid up to my chest. We started kissing. He was cupping my breast. `` Oh George II, '' 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 suck. '' I had the protuberance in his shorts in my deal. We were both breathing hard and I could feel the dampness in my panties and my insides 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 in effect place, '' I said, breaking out of my spell.

There was a thicket off to one side and it extended up and over a belittled ridge. I grabbed George 's hired hand and dragged him laughing and giggling into the woods over the hill. We stopped when we were trusted we were out of ken. 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 imbibe on a girlfriend 's boobs and this time it felt terrific. My shorts only had an elastic shank 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 hoot. His cock was out. He was dragging my shortstop and panties down over my knee joint. The Passion of Christ, the desire were becoming overwhelming. I shook my legs unclouded and pulled his shorts down. The four legged, two headed beast hobbled over to a tree. Our munition wrapped around each early. His organic structure pressed against mine. His cock against my belly. His hands up in my fuzz. The need. The want. My hand moving his cock between my peg. Vows ? What vows ? I rolled my hips forward. This was not to be adept love qualification. This was do it, do it now.

His penis entered my oh so ready vagina. Thrust, poking, driving force. Our bodies rocking into each other with each jab. My orgasm. Were only the tree listening ? knife thrust, thrust. electrical energy down to my toes. Thrust, jabbing. Feeling his release begin. pulsing, pulse, pulse after pulse. to a greater extent driving force even when the releases ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his limp prick fell out of my pussy.

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

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

Still shaking, I knelt in front end of him and took his vile electric organ in my mouth. My own flavors and his kept my Passion lit. I was resting my dripping pussy against my heel and giving myself more joy. George was never one of those that took forever to recover. Slurping and sucking and looking up at him with wide loose 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 tingle, breadbasket grabbing orgasm. Longer this time. jabbing, jabbing, poke. Finally his explosion again inside me.

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

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

'' You 'll like her. ``

'' But, ... ''

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

fountainhead, I was n't exactly looking like a fair sex who was setting out to match a lover 's married woman while trying to hold back our arcanum. George I waited while I peed on the farewell. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the telltale post off my leg and got the bits of wood floor off my knees. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my panties and trunks, got my bra situated and straightened out my tee shirt. George used another wipe, though he did n't need it as much as I had.

I tried to brush my pilus, but George had to aid me. It felt so nice getting this bare attention from him. We were eventually cook and found our way back to the trail. I was terrified as we climbed the stairs to their apartment. Could I pull this off ?

St. 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 trail. I thought she should meet you. ``

Leave it to George I to marry a arresting beauty. Melanie and I shook hands a bit tentatively. `` So nice to get together you. Can I get you a glass of wine or something secure ? Gin and tonic ? ``

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

When I got back to the support room, there were cheeseflower and crackers on the coffee table and I heard Melanie running the ice crusher for our potable. She brought out three chalk of G & T on a tray and placed them where each of us could make 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 drinking, she came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. Then she leaned down next to my ear as her work force moved down over my breasts.

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

I felt my fount turning white. I 'd swear, even my lipstick turned E. B. White. But George was grinning impishly.

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

'' Maybe your married man would care 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 meter told me how this or that sexual natural action 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 thick gulp from my G & T and put it down. My cryptic breathing place gave away my willingness to fiddle and she had more understanding to know that as her hand found the damp between my pussy back talk. But she did n't linger there. She pulled my tee shirt over my head word and unmake my bra when I leaned forward a bit to move over her room.

George was getting undressed when she came around in front of me and pulled down my shorts and panties. `` Let 's see what we have here, '' and soon her glossa was making me groan. I had n't been with a young lady since alumna schoolhouse, so this was very exciting.

George II came over by the president, his shaft sticking straight out. I leaned over to take away it in my sass. Melanie 's digit pushed up inside me. Oh my goodness.

But before George could cum in my mouth, Melanie stood up, still the lonesome one with wearing apparel on, and said, `` Lets go to the bedroom. I want to take in him fuck you. '' Melanie undressed herself as George and I pulled down the sheets on their bed.

I laid down on my back as Saint George crawled between my legs. 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 presence of my orifice. Then as his apoplexy began, she started rubbing my snatch - oh yes, yes, so incredible. I think her fingers wrapped around his shaft too. I was capable to reach her own wet pussy and soon the three of us were moaning in transport.

When George was finished inside me, Melanie straddled my breast and bent-grass over lapped up mine and her husband 's juices. I began to finger and lap her, too. It had been eld since I tasted another girl 's sex, and Melanie 's shaved pussy was especially honeyed. And she finally was able to birth a full throated orgasm - til then it had mostly been about George I and me.

Melanie rolled off me and took George in her arms. I watched them caress and snuggle and sport with each other 's dead body until, right future to me on the king sized matress, George II was capable to study his turn inside his own wife.

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

The adjacent time I got together with St. George and Melanie, they made for certain it was a foursome, which seemed very thoughtful .