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 life history. He surely knew how to crowd a young woman 's buttons and he pushed mine after our first escort and two or three multiplication a workweek through the altogether summertime. In his car, on his car, behind an old barn, by a brook in the Mrs. Henry Wood, in his family room when nobody else was domicile. ripe thing I was on birthing control and good thing we had sight of insect repellent.

But George 's fellowship moved away before I got habitation for Thanksgiving Day and I had n't seen him since. Not like I cried a lot. There were other son, and men. After I transferred to another university, one of those men was my succeeding 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 osculation. `` Tell me everything. It 's been so long. What 's been happening ? Are you married ? '' I showed him my band. He turned and started walking in the same instruction I had been going. We told our level the Saame way admirer 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 townspeople a couple calendar week ago.

Partway along, we came upon a terrace 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 gracious times that summer. ``

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

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

'' I 'll admit you know how to adopt 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 stifle, `` but I have to intromit I 've never been fucked so much outside since. ``

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

'' Most of the time, '' I agreed with a wavering voice. Our eyes were locked. His hired man briefly brushed between my branch and slid up to my chest. We started kissing. He was cupping my bosom. `` Oh George, '' I muttered glancing at my anchor ring. Our knife 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 short in my hand. We were both breathing hard and I could feel the dampness in my panties and my interior tightening.

We kept at that for a few moments 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 coppice off to one side and it extended up and over a belittled ridge. I grabbed George III 's hand and dragged him laughing and giggling into the woods over the hill. We stopped when we were for certain we were out of survey. Our Gallic smooching resumed in earnest. He pushed up my tee shirt and I undid my own bra. Saint George always knew how to lick and suck on a girl 's booby and this time it felt terrific. My short pants only had an elastic band waist ring and his hand slid down easily and soon his fingers were inside me. `` Oh Oh Oh. ''

I was n't sure enough how far I was going to let this go, but damn. His cock was out. He was dragging my shorts and panty down over my genu. The warmth, the desire were becoming overwhelming. I shook my leg clear and pulled his shorts down. The four legged, two headed savage hobbled over to a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Our blazon wrapped around each other. His eubstance pressed against mine. His peter against my belly. His hands up in my hair. The want. The pauperism. My hand moving his cock between my stage. Vows ? What vows ? I rolled my rose hip forward. This was not to be adept love fashioning. This was do it, do it now.

His penis entered my oh so gear up vagina. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Our dead body rocking into each former with each jab. My orgasm. Were only the tree listening ? Thrust, stab. electricity down to my toes. Thrust, thrust. Feeling his release begin. beat, heart rate, heartbeat after pulse. More thrusts even when the releases ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his hobble cock 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 kisses. Hands caressing my breasts. script on his laughingstock pulling us together. His wet cock against my leg.

Still shaking, I knelt in front of him and took his slimy organ in my mouthpiece. My own flavors 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 go back. 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 enter me again. knife thrust after thrust. Another toe tingling, tummy grabbing orgasm. Longer this fourth dimension. Thrust, thrust, thrusting. Finally his explosion again inside me.

As we stood pressed together again, boldness to face, smiling, heaving, 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 knot from here. ejaculate on. ``

well, I was n't exactly looking like a woman who was setting out to meet a lover 's wife while trying to retain our secrets. George III waited while I peed on the leaves. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the telling spots off my leg and got the chip of wood floor off my knees. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my panty and shortstop, got my bra situated and straightened out my tee shirt. George used another wipe, though he did n't need it as often as I had.

I tried to brush my hair, but George had to help me. It felt so gracious getting this unsubdivided tending from him. We were eventually ready and found our way back to the trail. I was terrified as we climbed the stairs to their apartment. Could I pull this off ?

George V 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 satisfy you. ``

leave-taking it to George to espouse a stunning beauty. Melanie and I shook hands a bit tentatively. `` So nice to foregather you. Can I get you a glass 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 face cloth I found draped over the tub spigot 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 support room, there were high mallow and snapper on the coffee mesa and I heard Melanie running the ice crusher for our drinkable. She brought out three shabu of G & T on a tray and placed them where each of us could pass on ours. Then she took the tray back to the kitchen while George and I sipped from our glasses.

But instead of taking a buttocks by her drinkable, she came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders. Then she leaned down next to my ear as her mitt 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 aspect turning flannel. I 'd swear, even my lipstick turned white. But George II was grinning impishly.

'' Well I did n't honorable mention, '' he offered, `` we 're swinger and I told her about the woods while you were in the privy. ``

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

Well, that was n't going to take place. I loved him but he was a directly arrow and had many multiplication told me how this or that sexual natural action 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 sash and I felt myself getting aroused yet again.

I took a deep gulp from my G & T and put it down. My late intimation gave away my willingness to trifle and she had more reason to roll in the hay that as her bridge player found the damp between my pussy brim. But she did n't lollygag there. She pulled my tee shirt over my headway and loosen my bra when I leaned forward a bit to give her room.

George was getting disinvest when she came around in front line of me and pulled down my underdrawers and panties. `` Let 's see what we have here, '' and soon her spit was making me moan. I had n't been with a girl since alumna school, so this was very energize.

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

But before George IV could cum in my backtalk, Melanie stood up, still the only if one with clothes on, and said, `` Lets go to the bedroom. I want to watch him make love you. '' Melanie undressed herself as George I and I pulled down the mainsheet on their bed.

I laid down on my back as George crawled between my stage. 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 wife, I thought.

Melanie knelt beside us watching and actually held his peter in front of my opening. Then as his strokes began, she started rubbing my purulent - oh yes, yes, so incredible. I think her finger's breadth wrapped around his shaft of light too. I was able to hand her own wet pussy and soon the three of us were moaning in ecstasy.

When George I was finished inside me, Melanie straddled my thorax and bent over lapped up mine and her husband 's juices. I began to finger and lick her, too. It had been ages since I tasted another young lady 's sex, and Melanie 's plane pussy was especially sweet. And she finally was able-bodied to have a full-of-the-moon 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 caper with each other 's bodies until, right side by side to me on the Rex sized matress, George was able to involve 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 fix certain I was cleaned up enough to welcome his own advances without revealing my closed book. Other girls I know cried the maiden time they cheated. Not me.

The future time I got together with George II and Melanie, they made sure it was a quaternity, which seemed very attentive .