Quite frequently I get message from `` twain '', asking me if I 'd be occupy in having sex with the wife. Typically, these are sent by bored married man without the knowledge ( or interest ) of their spouse, so I either ignore them, or, when I 'm feeling generous, narrate him that I 'd only verbalise with his wife, if she 's really concern. That 'll usually end the conversation ( except that one metre when someone tried to impersonate his wife - unfortunately, she made the Sami grammatical and typographic mistakes that he did, but that 's another story ) so I was quite surprise when I got a message from Helga.

Her hubby Gerd had sent me the usual, telling me about how his wife was curious about having sex with women and he 'd be thrilled if I was on instrument panel with her. I told him I 'd be thrilled if she would contact me herself and not have him cover all her communication, thinking I 'd never hear from them again when a day later I got an email.

'' Hello, '' it read. `` My husband already wrote you about me, so I 'm just writing back to say I really like your write up and am curious about female person on female person. Please write back if you 're interested. '' Attached was a impression of a pair of pink, wet pussy lips spread wide, while on the thighs next to them someone wrote `` for Kat '' with the engagement of the email. Surprisingly, it seemed to be real.

I set a day of the month with Helga to meet in a schmoose room. She told me her hubby was very submissive, and even though she 's not really the dominant one either, she plays the part in their family relationship and has him please her and carry through her phantasy. Her heavy one at the consequence seemed to be having sex with another woman.

They were from Germany, both in their 60s, she said ; retired, but still lively and active, so they travel a lot. In fact, one of the first affair she talked about was how she 'd love to labour down to Italy to meet me in person. I had to hold her enthusiasm a little and get her to put to work on my terms.

'' Well, '' I said, `` that 'd be something to keep in mind, but low gear I 'd call for to test you to see if we 're on the same wavelength. ''

She agreed. `` I do anything you want, '' she replied.

'' Hm. So what would you do to please me ? '' I asked.

'' biff you, '' she answered. `` lap you anywhere you want. Your cunt. Your ass. Anything. Fuck you as you tell me to. Anywhere, any meter. And let you fuck me as you please. All my holes, all my body is yours. '' And just to affirm, she sent me another video of her twat, facing pages just as wide as before, with two of her fingers lodged inside.

I liked that. She was obedient and forthcoming, offering herself freely and voluntarily without expecting anything in payoff. `` What 's your dearie toy ? '' I asked.

'' My married man 's shaft, '' she replied.

I laughed. `` Ah, O.K., '' I said. `` What 's he doing now ? ``

'' He 's helping me take motion-picture show, '' she said. `` And he 's waiting for teaching. ``

'' Okay, '' I answered, seeing how far I could go wit her. `` Then I want him to motion-picture show you while you spread your legs and start pissing right where you are now. '' It was a bit of a bad demand, since not everyone is into that kind of hooey, but I figured the worst that could happen was for them to unplug and will me be. And in fact, for a few minutes it seemed as if they 'd just left, as I did n't get any reply back.

Then she wrote : `` I sent it to your electronic mail. '' I checked and found a new message from her, with a television fond regard. Opening it, I took a instant to be given back and watch what she sent me.

The video started with her look, a pretty, stern cleaning lady 's case with just a few wrinkle around the optic and lips. She whispered with her shining red lips `` for Kat '' and blew a kiss as the photographic camera pulled back, showing her sitting on a red desk chair, wearing just a set of melanise lingerie that was cut out in all the important places, showing the mamilla of her round clayey tits and the area between her legs.

She was blonde ; dyed, as the humble patch of disastrous pubic hair above her pussy revealed. Her physical body was average ; not slim down, as she had all the little chubby bits you 'd carry of an one-time woman, but not fat either. When she lifted her right leg onto the desk she was sitting at, I could see her feet were in a duad of high leather boots that I really liked.

Slowly, she slid down to the sharpness of her rear, opening her legs towards the camera and then, the red professorship turned a trivial darker between her legs before she spurted a long flow of pee onto the desk top. For a while she just let it run, splattering the rest on the floor as the pressure eased up and finally, as she was finished, she leaned forward and started licking the puddle that had formed around her keyboard. When the tv camera came closer, I could hear her slurp up her own warmly urine as she winked at me.

observation her made me so hot that I began to rub myself, feeling a strong urge for a good fuck rise inside me. Reluctantly, I pulled my fingers away from my snatch and typed a quick answer, my keyboard getting sticky from my wet fingers. `` Mmh, that got me really hot, '' I wrote, `` so I 'm going to take up playing with my ass now. Meanwhile, I want you to evince me just how much your holes can convey. ``

I leaned back and lifted up my legs, my fingers frantically running hard and fast across my pubes, rubbing my pitiful clit with both hand until it felt glowing hot. I reached for my desk drawer, where I sustain my pinch dildo, which I keep there just in instance I feel the sudden urge to fuck myself and am too faineant to walk to the sleeping accommodation.

I was so delirious and aroused my deal were shaking, but I was met with immediate disappointment as the dildo was n't in there. I suddenly remembered that I had brought it to the kitchen to clean, and swore immediately never to do that again. Half panicked and half dire I looked around for anything utile, and finally grabbed the removed ascendency off the desk and quickly pushed it into my sopping twat.

I rammed it inside of me, a slight too hard as the pencil eraser buttons were a little too scratchy on the paries of my vagina, pulling at them painfully. At this compass point, I did n't care though, it just felt incredibly good to have something inside of me. Meanwhile, another email from Helga arrived.

I opened it with trembling hands, greeted by a closeup of her wet sloughy snatch with only the neck of a Champagne bottle sticking out, the fanny apparently all inside herself. The woman took no prisoners. I groaned, getting a little adventurous myself, looking around for anything else I could use. Since I 've already started playing with electronics, I reached for the mouse, opening the other two pictures she 'd air before inserting it into my wet fuckhole, replacing the remote.

The side by side picture showed her hang over, the bottle still inside of her while her husband 's hired hand was pushing a prissy immature Cucumis sativus, wrapped in a prophylactic, up her puckered Robert Brown dickhead. I pushed the black eye in as far as I could, enjoying how thick and wide it felt inside of me, even though it was too short to get a unspoiled handle on it. Feeling filled, I rubbed myself intemperate, looking at the last picture.

Her expression stared wide-eyed into the camera while her sass, her hungry little slovenly woman sassing, was taking a bright pink dildo so late down her throat that it looked as if she was gagging it up. She understood her responsibility and made sure all her yap were filled to the max.

For a few minutes I just rubbed myself hard and fast, my pussy making sucking noises with the mouse inside. Finally, I pulled it back out and tried to use it, slippery as it was, to send a response to her. `` You 're a very good obedient working girl, '' I said. `` Now make Gerd micturate in your oral cavity. ``

And with that I took the mouse, slip as it was, and pushed it firmly into my bastard, stretching it wider than I expected, but managed to get it, slowly and painfully, up my ass. For a second I was gasping for breath, feeling by stooge adjust to the new size, and then it began feeling incredibly hot and dirty and I fucked my wet little bitch with four digit, trying both hard to cum and to hit it last just a picayune longer.

Another electronic mail. With the mouse in my ass I tried to afford it just with keyboard shortcuts and managed to get the attached TV to diddle. It was Helga, kneeling on the level, the nursing bottle still sticking out between her leg, opening her sassing obediently as she looks up at the photographic camera. Suddenly, a sprinkling stream hits her in the face and she tries diligently to catch it all in her sass, making sure enough I can see her swallow it obediently.

I came. I came hard and screaming, my legs kicking so hard and uncontrolled that I hit the desk with them, getting a few bad bruises. I gushed, trying to bear on my juices out with force, wanting to fare grueling and dirty. The squirt from my puss sprayed all across my desk, wetting alphabetic character and soaking my sieve.

I did n't care. I just leaned back and started pissing on top of it all, hitting the screen again, dousing it as I emptied my bladder.

Then I sat there, shaking and panting, exhausted and blissful, as the wave of orgasm slowly subsided, riding across my skin and muscles for a slight while. I finally pulled the computer mouse out by its electric cord and sat myself up again, writing just a short message back to the couple.

'' You 're accepted. ''