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The price for my sons silence

This this is a story of one day my son confronted me and my sister/sister-wife of what he knew. So we came up with a plan to buy his silence, for we were afraid he would tell his dad. We did what we had to do, even though we didn’t like it!

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My Aunt My lust

It’s a story which happened between my maternal aunt and me. My aunt is slim , fair , aged 46.This incident happened during my college days.

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HOOKED ON SEX IN HIGHSCHOOL PART 5

___________________________BACK TO THE PRESENT_______________________________
So here I am, at home writing my tales of sexual endeavors, and nothing I have within my sexual reaches is good enough…
Within my ottoman, I currently have two vibrators, one butt plug, a set of nipple vibrators, and a bottle of KY lubricant. Sometimes I would come home and go to town on myself so hard, I would barely be able to stand the next day.
I love porn. Porn is like my life. I spent my time as a young tween looking up porn, so that I would know exactly what to do if I had sex, and GOD did I want to have sex so bad when I was 12. For some reason, I loved looking up incest porn. It wasn’t because I had the hots for my family members, no. It was the opportunity to have sex at a younger age that turned me on so much.
My phone started to ring in the dead of night. I picked up my vibrating phone, rubbed in on my clit, and answered it. “Hello?” I asked innocently into the phone. “Hey Taylor.” It was Aaron.
“Hey Aaron what’s up? It’s like 12 at night.”
“You sound awake to me.”
“What do you want silly?”
“Are we still on for your mom’s birthday party in a couple weeks?”
“Yes sir!”
“K, I just wanted to make sure…”
“Alright Aaron, goodnig_” “Taylor wait…”
Everything grew hushed.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you something. These past few months together at school have been amazing… but what I want to know is…”
“…Is what?”
No response came through the phone.
“Hello?”
I heard some yelling in the background and I got scared. I
“I have to go Taylor, my grandma is telling me to go to sleep. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
“Ok, I hope everything is ok Aaron. Goodnight.”
I started to worry about Aaron a bit, but it’s just his grandma. I met her a while back, and his smoking hot dad, who was secretly in a biker gang and liked to bang young chicks my age. He was like forty though, so fuck that.
Suddenly I get a couple texts from Gordon.
‘Help‘
‘I’m right outside’
I got up from my bed, and running out of the house in my nightgown, I saw Gordon out on the street in front of my house bleeding and struggling to get up. “OH MY GOD!” I ran to help him up and into the house. It was late, and my family was already asleep, so I had to be quiet. Gordon was gasping in pain. “What happened to you?!” I whispered as I sat him down on the couch. “I was coming here to surprise you, and I tripped over your stupid cat…” There was a huge gash near his knee where he had fallen on a jagged rock it seemed. I rushed to get the first aid kit in the bathroom. I noticed myself in the mirror as I grabbed it from underneath the sink, and fixed my hair a bit. I rushed out into the living room. Uncapping the antiseptic spray, I dove in to spray down Gordon’s wound. “AGH!” He cried out whispering in pain. His eyes started to tear up. “Sorry…” I then put the cap back on the spray and set it neatly back into the box. I took out the gauze and unraveled it and began tenderly wrapping it just below Gordon’s knee. “You know this is what you get for wearing shorts all the time.” I said jokingly. Gordon laughed along too. I finished dressing his wound and I looked up at him. “Thanks for helping me angel.” He said in a very grateful tone. “You’re welcome.” I said, as I kissed the boo-boo, and sat on the couch beside him. “Why did you decide to come all the way over to my house, in the middle of the night anyway?” I asked him sternly. “Well…” He pulled out a rose from within his pocket. It had been mangled and bloodied during the fall, but he gave it to me anyway. “A lone rose, from a lone wolf.” He continued to pull a note out of his pocket, and read it aloud to me:
“Taylor,
You are the most stunning, gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the pleasure to know, let alone love. Your eyes are pools of ever loving, ever caring compassion. They are the windows to your beautiful soul. Your face is the only proof of God I’ve ever seen, shedding light on an undeserving world. Your hair, it tumbles down your shoulders and back that makes you even more lovely. You are the inspiration to artists, the unknown beauty that comes to their hands is you. I could go on, and on… but someday I hope you see how much I care for you.
Love always,
Gordon.”
He folded up the letter back into his hand. I was tearing up. “Can I have it?..” “Absolutely my angel.” He gave it to me, and I held onto it tight. “I still love you Taylor. I always have and always will.” He said, kissing my forehead. I had loved Gordon ever since I had met him in person, and I’m not one to stop loving anyone.
I stared into his amber brown eyes. They were filling with tears just as mine had been. “You know I love you more than anyone, including Tony, and you still stay with him…” I started to actually cry. “Taylor… I’m always gonna love you, no matter what happens or who you’re with. My heart is yours.” He hugged me tight and breathed onto my neck. I could feel his tears streaming down his face. They began to wet my shoulder. I pulled him back to catch his falling tears. I stared into his eyes again, holding his jaw in my hands. I drew his lips to mine, and the memories cam rushing back to me. I was instantly smitten once again. I grabbed the back of his neck, and unlocking my lips I led him into my room. He limped.
I sat down with him on my bed, and kissing him we both laid down together. One kiss evolved into a French kiss, and the French kisses evolved themselves into touching each other. There had been this kiss I had been wanting to try for a while, so I spelled my name on his tongue with mine. T…A….Y…L… “Wow… you’ve gotten even better.” He said as he giggled. I finished the kiss. O…R… “Watch what else I can do with this tongue…” I replied. I gently slid down his body and unbuttoned his shorts. As I started to unzip them, I grew excited. My breath grew heavy and my fingers grew steady and precise in their movements. I removed the barrier before me, and slid off Gordon’s boxers. ‘Oh my…’ Gordon had grown a couple inches in length since I last saw his magnificent cock. ‘How will I be able to fit all that in my mouth now?’ I thought, but I looked up at him and all I said was “You grew.” Grabbing his shaft I started to circle my tongue around the tip. I enveloped the top half of his hot cock in my mouth before I started to lick, suck and jerk. Gordon laid back in pleasure as I said, “…wait…” I stopped mid-suck, and Gordon sat up. “What’s wrong?” he asked with worries in his eyes. I paused for a moment and said, “I think I have a better idea…” I grabbed the baby oil from my dresser and squirted a generous amount into my hands. I looked at Gordon’s cock and under my breath said “Cmere…” I rubbed his shaft down with the lubricant, straddled myself over him and sat right down on his rock, slowly sliding it within me. When I got him all the way inside me, I began to ride him. Gordon had a surprised look on his face. I kissed him and put his hands on my waist. I bent over, and unstopping my motions, whispered in his ear, “I hope you like anal….” and giggled a seductive giggle as he started to pump his cock into me. It went slow for a while, until I had another idea. I jumped off of him and bent myself over my bed. I beckoned him over, asking him with my eyes to fuck me doggie style. He gladly agreed. He entered me, and as he thrusted, I pushed my hips back, as to beg him to go faster and deeper. As he got faster, I moaned; I moaned LOUD. Something about the adrenaline rush of the fear of being caught, the fact that I was cheating, and the sadism knowing Gordon was hurt excited me ever more, and made me ever more wet and excited to fuck. God his dick was so huge, and it hurt so good. I became parallel with Gordon, and then his dick started to hit my g-spot inside me. I felt the feeling of an orgasm built up, and he said “Oh baby I’m gonna cum…” I said “Come in me baby, mmmmmmmmmm…” as he grew harder and shot his load in me, I had an orgasm as well. I stopped, and flopped down on the bed. He was breathing heavily, and we were both sweating. “I’ll be right back.” I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself out. I looked at myself in the mirror. I never thought I could look so fucking hot without makeup. I walked back into the room to find Gordon sitting up on my bed. I went up to him and kissed him. I sat in his lap and wrapped my legs around him.
“You know that was my first time right?” He said.
“Yep.”
“I want more…” I said.
“Me too…”

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Indian sister in law

Poonam is the perfect woman with a beautiful face and flesh in perfect amount at all the right places.
Her Brother in law Abhishek have some plans for her .

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my wifes escapade

Let me introduce myself first. My name is Rommi and have been married to beutiful wife simi for 10yrs now. It so happened that we were married at an early age as I was staying in a remote part of Taanzania where I was extremely lonely. I had requested my dad to arrange my wedding soon as Where I was I would have all sorts of problems at home as Most of the day I was at work. After 3yrs we moved to Kenya where most of our relatives were.
When we were staying in the country side my wife and I had lots of fun as we would go and have sex outdoors in the junge area. We got so much used to this that we had to go outdoors for sex at least once a week. The fun I had was that i could fulfil my hobby of taking nude photos of my wife in different places. On the other hand although she would not admit it my wife enjoyed taking clothes off with the thrill of someone actually seeing her.
Back in the city we were like caged animals.Simi knew I had a fantasy of getting her fucked by someone else while i took her pictures but always played tough and would not give in to this. One sunday afternoon we were both free and fondling each other when i felt she was really horny. I teased her more by licking,caressing and fondling her. In a few minutes she was stark naked in our living room. the curtains were open and i noticed she was not uncomfortable about this. I got her to the window of our second floor apartment and where i knelt and licked her wet, juicy cunt while she stood holding the window frame exposed to anyone watching from the road side from waist upwards. Soon she was dripping with honey from her lovepot and I knew i could take it a step ahead.I sttood up and asked her if she would come with me to the office as i had to pick a parcel. She protested that we first finish what we were doing. I convinced her it would be better if i was relaxed and not in a hurry.
With only a summer dress she was sitting beside me as we drove to the city centre of Nairobi and to the building where my office was. Once in my 10th floor office I told her to strip but she refused as ther are huge windows and the next building was a hotel from whose window my office was visible and vice versa. I lied to her that theglass was one way and nobody from outside could see us. As I did not persist she fell for it and let her dress fall to her feet as i played least interested and busy with some work. I watched from the corner of my eye as she stood near the glass wall looking outside as she moved one slowly over her tits and down to her wet cunt. Suddenly she sprang backwards and said there were two guys in the room of the hotel watching her . I laughed and said they were looking at their own reflection. i suggested she do it to herself facing them and imagining they were really watching She liked the idea and dragged a sofa infront of the glass. I was now watching as she spread her legs and started massaging her tits and wet pussy. After a about half an hour she was screaming as she came. It took her a few minutes to recover but was so happy she just laid there naked. All this time i had not gone near her or the window.I broke the news to her that she had just performed in front of a live audience to which she sat up and said i was lying. iasked her to wave to the guys and they waved back with a thumbs up sign. She jumped up and ran out of their view.
The following weekend I had planned to fulfil my fantasy. This is what i did.
I booked a room in a hotel in town where we were not known. After a passionate night out we got to the hotel room all steamed up and ready to fuck. Simi was as usual in her heated and horny state. In the room i switched on the light we were on the bed in seconds like hungry wild animals . I gave her a proper pussy lick which i love to do. soon i was riding her and shooting my load on her tits. she had not yet had even her first orgasm and she’e usually very bold at this stage. i said would blindfold her and take a few pics. As she lay blind folded i slowly opened the door to let in my two friends with whom i had arranged the previous weeks episode at the office. she was now calling me to give her a good fucking but i said wanted to tie her to the bed first. Amidst half protests she agreed as she was eager to have a cock up her love canal.
With her hands tied to the posts of the bed i gestured to my friends to start working on her as she was getting impatient for a good fucking.Without much contact elsewhere the first guy pushed his rod slowly into her cunt with which let out a moan of relief and pleasure at the same time. My second friend then slowly bent down and started licking her tits. she was screaming with pleasure by now and i was busy with my camera. I think the clicking of the camera gave me away as she called out my name. I answered and she was sure i was in another part of the room.I then took the blindfold off her leaving her tied to the bed. She just stared as if angry but did not say anything as my two friends fucked her in turns for the rest of the night while i clicked away happily…………………………

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The Ass Bandit

Lance – the man of the house
Tiffany – the horny drunk chick
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Tiffany called me at work one Friday and told me she was drunk and in the mood. After several minutes of conversation that, luckily, hadn’t erupted into an argument, Tiffany mentioned something that immediately brought me to attention: baby oil and ass-fucking. I’d been waiting for another chance with this girl, especially the chance to fuck her ass, and her current state certainly worked in my favor. In addition, her guy was out of town with their son for the weekend. Damn, I’m one lucky son of a bitch.
“I’ll be there in half an hour,” I said.
“Whatever,” Tiffany responded. “You talk a lot of junk, so we’ll see what happens.”
“I’m leaving now.”
I hung up the phone and turned to my co-worker. She’d heard at least my end of the conversation, nothing too revealing, but she was well aware of what I was talking my way into. I asked her if she could handle things if I left, and she told me to go ahead and take care of my booty call.
About thirty minutes later, we met a block from her house, beside an abandoned shipping warehouse, and I got into her car. She drove us to her place, and I was amazed at how much she actually had been drinking. This girl was trashed. Between the seats was a cup of vodka and cranberry juice, which explained why she was so wasted.
We exited the car after she parked it on her front lawn. As we entered the house, I got a good look at the place (I can see rather well in low-light situations).
“Quaint,” I said.
“Quaint? What does that mean?” (See what I meant about arguments?)
“I didn’t mean that in a sarcastic manner. The place is nice, cozy. It wasn’t an insult.”
“Oh, well whatever.”
“Where do you want to sit?” I didn’t really care, but it wasn’t my house, so I asked anyway.
She dropped onto the couch and put her drink on a table at one end. I sat beside her, and for some stupid reason I began to chat about work and other unrelated items; at one point, I did ask her how long her family would be gone. She got up at one point to re-fill her cup, and when she returned her mind was not at all on small talk.
“So,” she began, “are we gonna do this or what?”
Finally, the go-ahead was given. I leaned over and started kissing her neck, pushing her waterfall of thick hair back so I could reach flesh. Being drunk AND horny helped get things going quickly, and I soon had her shirt off and her bra immediately followed.
Tiffany had a set of massive boobs, each nearly twice as large as my head. The magic of the situation is they didn’t sag at all, despite their enormity. I’ve never been a boob-man, but they were so awesome that even I was impressed by them, and once they were freed from their lacy prison I showed my appreciation of what she had to offer.
I kissed down the slope of her left and into the crevasse between them and took a deep breath. She always smelled good, and I could still make out her scent over the smell of alcohol. Reaching up I caressed with both of my hands, each having plenty of space to explore. My mouth joined my left hand when I took her nipple in and my tongue made several circles around the tip before I applied suction and squeezed with each hand simultaneously.
Tiffany gasped and then let out a soft moan. She fell back against the arm of the couch and I followed, my lips still attached to her nipple. She ran her hands through my hair (this was years ago, before I shaved my head), tightened her fingers around the entwined strandes and pressed my face hard into her chest. Without releasing her grip, she motioned me to her other nipple, which I was happy to devote attention to.
As I continued my work, I let a hand drift down, under the waistband of her pants, and inside her thongs. I spread her hairless pussy lips and begain stroking her clit. Her continuing moans and short breaths indicated her heightened arousal, and I kept rubbing with my fingers and sucking with my lips.
“Are you ready for something bigger?” I asked Tiffany without slowing my manual manipulation of her clit.
“Mmmm, yeah,” she replied.
I got up and began removing my clothes. Tiffany stood and slid her pants and thongs down at once, then sat down on the opposite end of the couch and stretched out with her hands above her head.
I crouched on the cushions and began kissing her smooth legs, before lifting them and positioning myself with her legs over my shoulders. My cock entered her slowly and she arched her back and buried her head in a nearby pillow. Her pussy muscles gripping my cock felt great, but our action didn’t last too long before the cushions started slipping underneath us.
After a minute or so, I got annoyed with this.
“This isn’t going to work,” I said in a somewhat irritated tone. “Where’s the baby oil?”
Tiffany looked up at me briefly, her dazed and drunken stare slowly fading, and pointed in the direction of her kitchen. “It’s on the kitchen table,” she said.
“I’ll get it”
“I need another drink anyway,” she said as she reached for her cup.
I almost took offense to the drink comment, as if she needed to be blitzed to fuck me, but I quickly re-assessed the situation and knew it wasn’t me she needed vodka for. She wanted to be drunk so fucking around on Lance didn’t register, and maybe she wouldn’t remember the session with too much clarity.
I returned with the baby oil bottle in my hand and she took it from me after putting down her drink. Tiffany sat on the center cushion and squirted some of the oil in the palm of her hand and put aside the bottle. She rubbed her hands together briefly and began stroking my cock, oiling it from head to base thoroughly. Damn, she was good with her hands.
“Now what?” she asked without looking up from my glistening cock.
“Get on your knees,” I ordered. Something about the tone in my voice struck me as odd, as I am not accustomed to ordering anyone to do anything.
Tiffany climbed onto the cushions and leaned over the back of the couch, and I stepped up behind her with my cock ready for her tightest spot. She reached back and positioned me at the opening of her ass, and waited a moment before releasing me from her slippery grip.
“Go ahead,” she said as she lowered her head.
I slowly pushed into her ass and then reached around to continue what I’d started with my fingers in her pussy. After a few minutes, I stood straight, put both hands on her hips, and began thrusting in and out of her ass at a rapid pace. Tiffany’s breathing got heavier as I repeatedly filled her with cock and pulled back again.
After what seemed like fifteen minutes, she pulled away from me, letting my cock plop out of her ass and dangle in the air, pointing toward her. Most girls I’ve known can only take being buttfucked for five minutes or so, and she’d gone at least three times that already, so I assumed she’d had enough.
She surprised me by turning around, sitting down in front of me, and inhaling half my cock. She sucked me off for a minute or so and then resumed her position over the couch. I proceeded to re-enter her ass and began pounding her hard, my cock going so deep my balls brushed her pussy lips.
We continued our grunting and moaning with me ramming her ass for at least an hour (the clock was at an odd angle) before she again pulled off me.
“How do you want to finish?” she asked.
“Get on the floor.”
Tiffany got on the floor, lying face-down, and I straddled her hips. Again, I slid my cock into her ass until it felt like I might pop out of her mouth. Several more minutes passed, and my breathing began to quicken.
“Don’t come in me,” she said.
I wondered why, considering where I was fucking her (no fear of getting pregnant there), but it was her only request that night, and I was plugging her ass with cock. As my orgasm began, I pulled out of her ass and shot my load over her shoulder, where it splattered across the floor; luckily, it was hard wood and not carpet.
“That was incredible,” Tiffany said between breaths.
We both got up and cleaned ourselves off. I got dressed, and she put on a long night shirt and a pair of jogging pants. We drove around the corner to get my car, and when I pulled into her yard she came over and leaned into my window.
“Don’t leave. I don’t want to be alone.”
Wow! Coming from this girl, that was a major statement. She was hard-nosed and often insensitive, so the vodka definitely had an effect on her. Despite the fact that I’d just worn her ass out (literally), I felt bad about taking advantage of a drunk girl. Okay, it’s a stretch considering I just fucked another man’s wife in their house; hey, at least I didn’t fuck her in their bed.
I told her I couldn’t stay, that I had to get home to my family and be ready for work in the morning. We had a parting kiss, and I raced home.
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The next morning, at around lunch time, Tiffany called me at work. I asked her how she felt.
“I’m a little sore,” she said.
“You’re not sitting, are you?”
“No, I’m leaning on one hip. What happened last night? I can’t remember it all.”
“We had sex.”
“No, that wasn’t sex. That was FUCKING. Sex isn’t that intense.”
“Okay, we fucked.”
“What did we do?”
I proceeded to describe the events, and once I got to her sucking my cock after it had just been in her ass, she stopped me.
“I don’t want to hear anymore.”
“But that’s not all.”
“I don’t care. You didn’t shoot off in my hair, did you?”
“Hey, I wasn’t aiming for your hair, but you did tell me not to get any in you.”
The rest of my day at work was spent with a smile on my face, as I replayed the entire session and envisioned her shaking her head in disbelief over what she’d let me do to her.

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Wife Lessons 2

Throughout the day I paced the room thinking about my wife and what she was doing with Chris and his friend. I would soon find out. The phone rang. It was Chris telling me to check my e mail. In the backround I could hear the muffled moans of my wife Heather. “John’s having a good time with her” said Chris. “Would you like to say hello?” “Yes, I would like to talk to my wife” I replied. Chris held the phone up to Heather’s ear as I tried to tell her how much I loved her and wanted her to come home soon but that was all the conversation Chris would allow and hung up. I raced to check my e mail and saw an attatcment that read “Wife Lessons.” I didn’t know what to expect as I opened it but prepared myself anxiously. Chris sent an MPG video of my wife bound and naked on a king size bed struggling. John who was fully clothed tickled her sides then roledl her over pinching her puffy nipples. I watched my poor wife struggle against the tight ropes that bound her knees toghether and wrists behind her. John tickled her feet and smacked her nice round hiney spreading her cheeks exposing her hairy pussy and asshole. “I think it’s time to tame this lady.” “What do you think Chris?” said John. Heather writhed and bucked in front of the camera while John teased her. Heather starred helplessly into the lens as Chris shot a close up.. “Well, that’s all for now.” “Next time I’ll send you a longer video to jerk off to.” Chris said and the video stopped.
Two days passed and by this time I couldn’t sleep and woke up sweating alone in bed. I turned on the computer to ease my mind but then appeared another message in my e mail from Chris. Should I click on it? I thought to myself for a few minutes. I opened the message with another attatchment labelled “Wife Lessons 2.” The opening was a nice view of Heather from behind tied over a chair. Both ankles were tied to the lower legs and her wrists bound tightly to each chair arm. I couldn’t stand watching my wife being man handled but I was powerless to help her. Heather was posistioned in front of the hotel window then suddenly, Chris opened the curtains behind her revealing her backside for passers by to see. The only way the curtains would close is if she would agree willingly to submit herself to both of them. She shook her head up and down vigorously screaming “YES!” “YES!” “Please stop please!” The curtains were slowly drawn and the video ended.
The next day, Heather appeared in the video standing in front of the camera naked unbound with her legs slightly spread apart while Chris fondled her hairy pussy from her front and John sqeezed her sagging breasts from behind. Both men were clothed and teased my Heather terribly. The camera was then posistioned in front of the bed. Heather moved onto the bed and parted her sweaty legs in front of the camera revealing her hairy love spot. Chris and John had her in the middle and each held her legs open uder their arms by her knees on either side fondling and probing her taking their turns teasing her to the point of orgasm. Chris got up and knelt over her face holding her legs back by her ankles so John could work her deeper. John slid a long finger into her pussy and made circles around her cervix giving her different sensations. He took his finger out, tasted her and said, “I hear you like dirty work.” “Yes John I like it in there.” she replied softly licking her lips. John licked his thumb and fingers and did something I have never seen before. His pressed two fingers into my wife’s asshole first and then as he worked her dirty deeper his thumb would slide past her pussy lips just enough to tease her. “This lady’s weird’, John commented. “She prefers one in the pink and two in the stink!” “You’re a dirty lady aren’t you?” said Chris. “Yes sir.” Heather replied softly moaning. “You’re a stinky lady too but I like ’em that way.” said John. My wife began to shudder as they both talked down to her. A soft fluff slipped past John’s fingers as she started to come. Chris had a towel at the ready remembering what happened last time he fingered her and threw it over to John. Heather’s stream didn’t wait and gushed past John’s thumb spraying him on his shirt. After Heather came John removed his shirt and let Heather feel his firm chest. Heather ran her lady like fingers over him excitedly and carressed his pecks. Her wedding band was visible but now these two guys owned her. She couldn’t stand it anymore and tried to finger her clit but Chris grabbed her wrists before she could reach down there. “No, no, no.” ” You know what happens to ladies who wet the bed.” “We have something in store for you honey.” said Chris. “It’s time we tame you.” said John. John walked over to his suitecase and got out some lengths of rope. Chris and John tied her legs back with her wrists tied to her thick ankles keeping her pussy exposed. A length of rope was used around her neck to keep her legs back so she couldn’t stretch. While John secured her tightly, Chris went over to the sink, grabbed a towel, scissors and shaving cream. Heather gazed at Chris and John shockingly not expecting this to happen and pleaded for them to spare her hair. “Please don’t shave me guys please.” she said. “Oh no, I want your hubby to see this. ” Chris said as he positioned the camera closer to her crotch. “Would you like to go in the window again, because I can do that.” ” Our boss just happens to be staying here tonight.” “You wouldn’t want to jeopordize your career if he were to pass by would you?” said John. Knowing she could not lose her job left her no choice and Heather let John and Chris shave her. Chris began clipping away at the thick hair on her mons as the white towel under her grew darker with her hair. John got a hot towel ready and laid it over her pussy after Chris finished satisfied with his work. Heather writhed wanting to itch herself badly but couldn’t. “I’m so itchy!” “Please!” she cried “How do you like watching us shave your wife?” “Looks like she’s enjoying this.” Chris said into the camera as Heather writhed furiously from her itching. “You should start jerking off by now.” After letting her twitch itching for a while John began the delicate task and with each quick stroke of the blade Heather’s pussy quivered. “Let’s have some fun with her.” said Chris. “I’ve an idea.” Chris went over to his suitecase and took out some thread from a sewing kit. “I’m going to make this interesting and put you in a double bind.” As John shaved around Heather’s quivering lips Chris skillfuly wound the thread around her nipples tightly and tied each end up to her big toes. Everytime Heather flinched her toes would pull up on her nipples giving her pleasure. This became more evident as John would shave near her more sensitive areas. He worked closer to her wide open asshole finishing up the tedious job. With the job complete, Chris and John left her in front of the camera teased, shaven and nipple tied. After the ordeal, my wife looked like a little girl with floppy lips. I watched her quivering pussy ooze slowly past her reddend lips into her asshole. She lay there tied, dripping and helpless with her toes pulling on her nipples as Chris and John watched. I stroked quickly and came on the desktop as the video ended wishing I could feel her again. I envied how both men could pleasure her without even undressing. The last day of the trip would put Heather over the top. That story is reserved for part three with more surprizes to come. You’ll be surprized as much as I was.

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