George and I had a fling the summer between my freshman and sophomore geezerhood, after I abandoned my stripper, and if I admitted it, whore career. He surely knew how to push a girl 's buttons and he pushed mine after our outset date and two or three times a workweek through the whole summer. In his car, on his car, behind an old barn, by a creek in the Sir Henry Wood, in his family room when nonentity else was home. secure thing I was on birth restraint and serious matter we had wads of insect repellent.

But George 's folk 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 secrets - though I clearly was no virgin. 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 kiss. `` Tell 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 centering 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 detailed. He and his wife had just moved moved back to townsfolk a couple calendar week ago.

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

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

'' Well yeah. You thought it was dependable, too. rightfield ? ``

'' I 'll accommodate you live how to conduct attention 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 bridge player on my knee, `` but I have to acknowledge I 've never been fucked so much outside since. ``

'' wellspring about of the time, we could n't go inside. You know, '' he offered in United States Department of Defense. He turned his face closer. His hand moved further up my leg.

'' Most of the time, '' I agreed with a vacillate voice. Our centre were locked. His bridge player briefly brushed between my leg and slid up to my thorax. We started kissing. He was cupping my titty. `` Oh George, '' I muttered glancing at my anchor ring. Our clapper played with each other.

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

'' Me, too. Sometimes being married really sucks. '' I had the bulge in his shorts in my hand. We were both breathing hard and I could feel the dampness in my pantie and my insides tightening.

We kept at that for a few instant but then there was individual 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 and it extended up and over a minor ridgeline. I grabbed George 's bridge player and dragged him laughing and giggling into the woods over the Alfred Hawthorne. We stopped when we were sure we were out of sight. 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 sop up on a girl 's boobs and this clock time it felt terrific. My drawers only had an pliable waist band and his hand slid down easily and soon his finger's breadth were inside me. `` Oh Oh Oh. ''

I was n't indisputable how far I was going to let this go, but tinker's damn. His hammer was out. He was dragging my boxers and panties down over my knees. The passion, the desire were becoming overwhelming. I shook my legs net and pulled his shorts down. The four legged, two headed wolf hobbled over to a tree. Our arms wrapped around each early. His body pressed against mine. His cock against my belly. His hands up in my hair. The need. The indigence. My hand moving his prick between my peg. Vows ? What vows ? I rolled my rose hip forward. This was not to be good making love making. This was do it, do it now.

His phallus entered my oh so ready vagina. Thrust, thrusting, thrust. Our bodies rocking into each former with each jabbing. My coming. Were only the tree listening ? Thrust, thrusting. Electricity down to my toes. thrusting, push. Feeling his release begin. Pulse, pulse rate, pulse after pulse. More thrusts even when the releases ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his hitch turncock 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 breasts. Hands on his ass pulling us together. His wet cock against my leg.

Still shaking, I knelt in nominal head of him and took his slimy organ in my lip. My own flavors and his kept my love lit. I was resting my dripping cunt against my cad 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 full exposed 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 poking. Another toe tingling, tummy grabbing orgasm. Longer this prison term. driving force, push, push. Finally his explosion again inside me.

As we stood pressed together again, face to typeface, smiling, heaving, he stunned me, `` You have to fulfill my wife. ``

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

'' You 'll like her. ``

'' But, ... ''

'' Our flat is only a half Swedish mile from here. semen on. ``

fountainhead, I was n't exactly looking like a woman who was setting out to meet a lover 's wife while trying to keep our secrets. St. George waited while I peed on the leaves. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the blabbermouth spots off my leg and got the number of woods level off my stifle. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my panties and drawers, got my bra situated and straightened out my tee shirt. George III used another wipe, though he did n't require it as lots as I had.

I tried to brush my hair's-breadth, but George II had to serve 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 stairs to their flat. Could I pull this off ?

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

farewell it to George to marry a stunning dish. Melanie and I shook hands a bit tentatively. `` So nice to run across you. Can I get you a glass of wine-colored or something substantial ? Gin and tonic ? ``

'' Gin and soda pop sounds nice, '' 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 dampness washcloth I found draped over the tub faucet to give way myself a `` bathing tub. '' 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 banger on the deep brown mesa and I heard Melanie running the ice crusher for our drinks. She brought out three glass 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 Methedrine.

But instead of taking a buns by her drink, she came up behind me and put her helping hand on my articulatio humeri. Then she leaned down succeeding to my ear as her hands moved down over my breasts.

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

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

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

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

Well, that was n't going to bechance. I loved him but he was a straight arrow and had many times told me how this or that sexual activity 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 cincture and I felt myself getting aroused yet again.

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

George V was getting undressed when she came around in front of me and pulled down my short circuit and panties. `` 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 exciting.

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

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

I laid down on my back as George IV crawled between my legs. Before he started licking my pussy, he said, `` You are still the beautiful female child 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 opening. Then as his fortuity began, she started rubbing my pussy - oh yes, yes, so incredible. I think her finger wrapped around his shaft too. I was able to reach her own wet pussy and soon the three of us were moaning in Adam.

When George was finished inside me, Melanie straddled my chest and knack over lapped up mine and her husband 's juices. I began to thumb and lick her, too. It had been ages since I tasted another young lady 's sex, and Melanie 's shaved puss was especially sweet. And she finally was able-bodied to have got a broad throated orgasm - til then it had mostly been about George and me.

Melanie rolled off me and took George VI in her arms. I watched them caress and snuggle and play with each other 's bodies until, right adjacent to me on the king sized matress, George was able to take away his bend inside his own wife.

They asked me to stay put for dinner, but my husband was due back from Spain later that night, and I had to fix for certain I was cleaned up enough to welcome his own progression without revealing my closed book. former girls I know cried the maiden meter they cheated. Not me.

The succeeding time I got together with George and Melanie, they made sure it was a Little Joe, which seemed very thoughtful .