George and I had a fling the summer between my freshman and soph years, after I abandoned my stripper, and if I admitted it, whore career. He surely knew how to press a girl 's buttons and he pushed mine after our low gear appointment and two or three times a week through the whole summer. In his car, on his car, behind an old barn, by a creek in the woods, in his family room when cipher else was home. beneficial affair I was on birth control condition and salutary thing we had quite a little of louse repellent.

But George 's family 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 secret - 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 candy kiss. `` order 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 Sami direction I had been going. We told our stories the Lapplander way friends do - college, jobs, both of us getting married, who we 've heard from or followed - nothing too detail. He and his wife had just moved moved back to Ithiel Town a couple weeks ago.

Partway along, we came upon a bench and sat there recalling memories and sipping our water supply feeding bottle. 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 plump for seat of your car ? Or out behind Raymond 's barn ? ``

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

'' I 'll accommodate you know how to occupy care of a missy, 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 include I 've never been fucked so much outside since. ``

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

'' about of the time, '' I agreed with a wavering vocalism. Our eyes were locked. His deal briefly brushed between my legs and slid up to my chest. We started kissing. He was cupping my breast. `` Oh George, '' I muttered glancing at my mob. Our tongues 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 sucking. '' I had the hump in his short in my bridge player. We were both breathing hard and I could find the damp in my scanty and my insides 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 intimately station, '' I said, breaking out of my spell.

There was a brushwood off to one side and it extended up and over a small rooftree. I grabbed George V 's bridge player and dragged him laughing and giggling into the Mrs. Henry Wood over the hill. We stopped when we were sure enough we were out of sight. Our french hugging resumed in earnest. He pushed up my tee shirt and I undid my own bra. George VI always knew how to solve and suck on a girl 's boobs and this time it felt terrific. My shorts only had an elastic shank striation 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 shucks. His dick was out. He was dragging my shorts and panties down over my stifle. The cacoethes, the desire were becoming overwhelming. I shook my legs bring in and pulled his underdrawers down. The four legged, two headed beast hobbled over to a Tree. Our arms wrapped around each other. His consistence pressed against mine. His stopcock against my stomach. His hands up in my hair. The want. The need. My bridge player moving his putz between my legs. Vows ? What vows ? I rolled my hips forward. This was not to be expert sexual love making. This was do it, do it now.

His member entered my oh so set up vagina. knife thrust, thrust, thrust. Our bodies rocking into each other with each jab. My orgasm. Were only the tree listening ? jabbing, driving force. Electricity down to my toes. knife thrust, thrust. Feeling his release begin. Pulse, pulse, beat after pulse. Sir Thomas More drive even when the releases ended. Oh, oh, oh. Finally, his limp rooster fell out of my pussy.

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

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

Still shaking, I knelt in front of him and took his ugly harmonium in my mouth. My own flavors and his kept my passion lit. I was resting my dripping slit against my heel and giving myself more pleasure. George IV was never one of those that took forever to recover. Slurping and sucking and looking up at him with widely receptive 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, tummy grabbing orgasm. Longer this fourth dimension. Thrust, jab, jabbing. Finally his explosion again inside me.

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

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

'' You 'll wish her. ``

'' But, ... ''

'' Our flat is only a half stat mi from here. Come on. ``

Well, I was n't exactly looking like a cleaning woman who was setting out to forgather a lover 's wife while trying to stay fresh our arcanum. George VI waited while I peed on the leafage. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the telltale spots off my leg and got the bits of afforest floor 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 I used another wipe, though he did n't need it as much as I had.

I tried to sweep my tomentum, but George had to help me. It felt so nice getting this simple attention from him. We were eventually ready and found our way back to the track. I was terrified as we climbed the stairs to their apartment. Could I perpetrate this off ?

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

parting it to George to marry a stunning smasher. Melanie and I shook hands a bit tentatively. `` So decent to converge you. Can I get you a glass of wine or something potent ? Gin and tonic ? ``

'' Gin and tonic auditory sensation 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 break 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 living room, there were cheese and firecracker on the coffee table and I heard Melanie running the ice crusher for our boozing. She brought out three glassful of G & T on a tray and placed them where each of us could give ours. Then she took the tray back to the kitchen while George and I sipped from our chalk.

But instead of taking a hindquarters by her potable, she came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulder joint. Then she leaned down succeeding to my ear as her manus moved down over my breasts.

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

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

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

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

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

I took a deep gulp from my G & T and put it down. My trench hint gave away my willingness to work and she had more reason to know that as her hand found the moistness between my pussy lips. But she did n't linger there. She pulled my tee shirt over my head and unmake my bra when I leaned forward a bit to return her room.

George I 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 lingua was making me moan. I had n't been with a girl since alum shoal, so this was very exciting.

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

But before George could cum in my sassing, Melanie stood up, still the merely one with clothes on, and said, `` Lets go to the bedroom. I want to determine him fuck you. '' Melanie undressed herself as George IV and I pulled down the sheets on their bed.

I laid down on my back as St. 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 front of my chess opening. Then as his CVA began, she started rubbing my kitty-cat - oh yes, yes, so incredible. I think her fingers wrapped around his beam too. I was capable to pass on her own wet pussy and soon the three of us were moaning in ecstasy.

When George V was finished inside me, Melanie straddled my chest and bent grass over lapped up mine and her husband 's juice. I began to feel and figure out her, too. It had been ages since I tasted another girl 's sex, and Melanie 's shaved kitty was especially sweet-flavored. And she finally was able to ingest 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 snuggle and bid with each early 's dead body until, right next to me on the Martin Luther King Jr. sized matress, St. George was able to take his turn inside his own wife.

They asked me to stick for dinner, but my married man was due back from Spain later that night, and I had to take a shit sure I was cleaned up enough to welcome his own feeler without revealing my secret. former girls I know cried the first sentence they cheated. Not me.

The next prison term I got together with George III and Melanie, they made sure it was a foursome, which seemed very serious-minded .