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Champagne, Whip Cream with Side of French Maid

When I got home from work last night my husband had prepared a nice simple meal, complete with my favorite wine. We sat down to eat and relax, he told me to finish my glass of wine and to go and take a nice relaxing bubble bath, then go to our room and get my outfit he had laid out,and put it on, then I could come back to the living room.
I ran the water in the tub as I stripped off my hose, and work suit. I pinned the falling pieces of my hair back up so I did not get them wet. I adjusted the water to be hotter and added bath gel to the water to make big foamy bubbles. I stood looking at myself in the mirror, not a perfect body as I once had but my husband didn’t seem to mind much. Placing my foot in the tub to test the water, it was just the right temperature I sunk down up to my neck in the warm soapy water. I closed my eyes for a few moments and then decided to get to the business at hand. I picked up the razor and soaped up my legs, running the razor over my calves, and my inner thighs, I was careful not to cut myself. I then soaped up both hands and sunk deeper into the tub. I covered my pussy with soap and began to shave the stubble. Placing both legs up on the sides of the tub so I could spread my lips apart I ran the razor along the edge of both lips down to my ass. Both lips were shaved close and up in the little groove above my clit it seemed to be a stubborn spot I could never get smooth enough. I washed my face and body, paying special attention to my pussy, rubbing my fingers over my hard clit, stroking it slowly as I enjoyed the sensation of the water bumping against my pussy. I was getting close to cumming but I decided to wait because I wanted my husband to get it all. I let the water out of the tub and stepped out picking up a big black warm towel; I dried off and pulled out the body lotion. Making sure I covered my legs in the creamy white buttery lotion, working my way up my thighs to my soft smooth pussy lips. I wrapped the towel around me and walked the short distance to our room. In our room he had my little sexy maid outfit waiting for me on the bed. I scooped it up and walked back into the bathroom.
Reaching up I let down my long dark hair and attempted to pull the brush through it. I added a little finishing spray to hold it in place. I pulled my black eyeliner out of my bag and ran it around my eyes for a sexier dramatic look for my husband. I stepped into my maid outfit, complete with the disconnected little white sleeves pulled up around my upper arms. I tied the chocker around my neck and the top of the maid outfit over my large breast, trying to tuck them in somewhat. I looked in the mirror, not too bad for a middle aged chick I thought. I flipped the switch off, and walked into the living room. Actually I peeked around the doorway where my husband sat on the sofa. He looked up, raised his eyebrow and said hummm, he motioned for me to come to him with his index finger. I shook my head now and he gave me the stern look. I walked into the room, and sat on the sofa beside him. He reached for my legs and put them on his lap; he began to massage my feet, and told me that I looked very sexy. I asked him to take me to the bedroom. He told me go get on the bed lie down, face down and close my eyes and I was not to open them.
Being deprived of vision will make a person wary of their surroundings, even with someone they trust. He tied the blindfold tightly around my eyes; I couldn’t see anything but blackness. Squeezing my eyes tightly I tried to find just a hint of light, there was none. He forced me over on my stomach pulling my hands behind my back he wound some type of fabric around first my right wrist then my left tying them tightly together. I tried to move my fingers; I felt the sting of a leather whip across my hands. I was instructed to stop moving. I obliged, his hot mouth was on my legs, and I felt his tongue run up the backs of my knees. He lifted my little skirt that covered my bare ass; I felt his hand kneading my ass cheek first gently then rougher with each kiss on my thigh. With a sudden swiftness the whip cracked and made contact with my bare ass. I whimpered, and was greeted with yet another swift crack of the whip. I knew that I had to be quiet or suffer. He cracked the whip, smacking my feet first the right then the left then at the same time, he smacked my legs, my ass, and my back. He flipped me over, he began to hit the fronts of my thighs with the whip, I moaned and complained he pulled my tits out of the low cut maid outfit, and began to smack my tits with the whip, hitting harder and hard each time. Pulling my up maid outfit he smacked my stomach with the whip as well. He told me to spread my legs. I said no instinctively, he told me to spread them now, I did as he said and he began to smack my inner thighs with the whip the stinging of the whip was becoming intense. Turning me back over he made me spread my legs again as he held my ass cheeks apart and hit my asshole with the whip. I yelled out so he did it again and again I tried to roll away, he held me in place as he continued to smack me with the whip.
He moved me to the edge of the bed down to the floor, with my feet I could feel a pillow and he told me to get down. I knelt on the pillow, he had me turn around, and when I did he moved the pillow and had me scoot back. Under me were blankets and helped me to get down on the pillow behind my head. Lying down, he spread my legs he began to rub my pussy with his thumb and his finger. He stroked my clit with softly, I moaned and he had the whip in his hand again, with my pussy spread he smacked my clit with the whip, I squealed. I felt him insert something into my cunt, I heard a strange noise, and my pussy was full, I realized it was whip cream. He was filling my little pussy full of whip cream. He began to rub it into my cunt. He rubbed my clit and fucked me with two and three fingers as he was covering me with the creamy white dessert. He pulled the can up and squirted it on my right tit then my left tit. I felt his mouth on my pussy as he licked the whip dessert out of me. I then began to fuck me with his hand again, I then felt a hard dildo inserted into my cunt he began to fuck me, he wanted me to squirt and I wasn’t going to give it to him. I began to quiver and I came. He pushed something cold into my pussy; he began to move it faster and harder as well as deeper into my open wide little hole. Champagne foamed and spewed deep inside my cunt. He had a small bottle of champagne that we had in the fridge and he was fucking me with it. My pussy was full of the entire small bottle; he poured the rest all over my tits, and kissed me on the mouth I told him it was running out of my pussy. He went down between my legs and I felt his tongue lapping at the champagne that ran from my red hot pussy hole.
He reached up behind my head I could feel his hands in my hair, as I was still blindfolded and he untied my top he pulled it down to my waist and exposed my soft big tits rather than having them just pulled out of the top of my maid outfit. He got up and walked around behind me and then was back. I had no idea what he was doing, I felt something wet and gel like being placed on my tits. I knew then he had the tens unit and I typically use for a foot injury. He was placing one on each tit, one around my nipple the other higher up. I felt him fiddling with the wires and I knew he was hooking me up. I begged him not to hook me to it. He just said to shut up and continued with his task. He leaned in and kissed me, and then moved back between my legs. When I felt the first jolt run through my big hard tits. I screamed as he turned it up and down. My nipples drew upwards when he hit the electricity. I started to breathe heavy and fast, he left the unit on squeezing my tits as he went back to my cunt. He began to finger fuck my little pussy again I knew I was going to cum soon. When he stopped, I felt the cold gel like pads being placed again. He put one on the right little slick pussy lip then one on the left. He reached down between my legs further and pulled my ass apart, he placed one on each side of ass. I begged him please not to do this. He stopped the unit on my titties. And messed with the wires, I knew that I was going to get a serious jolt on my pussy. Just when I could settle a second the jolt hit my pussy lips on the right side, and my right tit, I screamed yet again, when he pulled the whip out and began to smack me as I knew I was a wet mess. He turned the tens unit up and then down making me squirm. He stopped it again, moving the wires he hooked up both sides of my slick wet mound. He never eased me into this one, he turned it up causing me to jerk almost upright as my back arched. I moaned loudly when he smacked my face so I would shut up. I got quiet and tried to breathe through the torture. After a few minutes he moved the pads to the inside of my thighs. I begged him not to it was the most tender part of my legs. He hit them and I screamed in pain. It was on high and this was the hardest part of trying to keep it together because the pain was intense in my thighs, my ass and my pussy.
After he tired of shocking my pussy. He removed all the pads and the unit. He then put my legs up on his shoulders, after taking the blindfold off, I saw that he was going to fuck me till I squirted. He pulled the dildo out of my pussy and pushed it back in, slowly and with long strokes. I could feel myself nearing squirting. It was hard to describe how I knew I was going to squirt, but there was a part deep inside the upper wall of my pussy that felt better than I could ever stand. He hit with the big hard dildo. I felt it getting bigger and hotter and I knew I was going to explode soon. He took the dildo out and began to finger fuck me yet again. As he pulled out I still had my legs on his shoulders I came, I squirted my hot wet pussy juice on his chest and his cock. I quivered and moaned loudly as the orgasm racked through my body. He then went back to his work and continued to fuck my pussy again. It was tight from all the champagne he fucked me with two fingers sliding them between my inner pussy lips. He shoved them into me all the way up to his hand. I was closing in on another orgasm, when he pulled his fingers out, I squirted him again. He moved his hand down to my tight little asshole, he gave me no warning, and he shoved his fingers into my tight asshole as I begged him to be gentle. I could feel both fingers pulling my asshole apart as he fucked me.
He moved back between my legs I felt him hold my pussy lips out, and felt the pain of the clothes pins. He clipped first one on my lip then another on the other side where he could pull them and spread my lips apart. He added two more, then pulled those lips out again and he pinched up my hard little pink clit between his fingers and clipped me there even through my begging and crying for him not to. He spit on my cunt and began to pull with one hand on the clothes pins, his fingers massaged my clit that was exposed under the clothes pin, I begged him to stop the pain in my clit was almost unbearable. I felt myself nearing orgasm as he relentlessly massaged my scorching cunt, I came yet again.
He grabbed my hair and made me get up; he pulled my hair pulling me into the bathroom. I begged him to stop being so rough, he smacked me on the ass three or four times so I would shut up. He spun me around and untied my hands I looked at my wrist that were red from being tied tightly. He started the water in the bathtub, the shower was on, he made me get into the shower, and he quickly followed. We stood under the hot water as he kissed me and whispered that I was good. Then he looked at me and told me to get on my knees. I squatted down then just sat down in the bottom of the tub as the water hit me in the top of the head. He moved his big cock closer to my face, he began to piss on my chest, moving his cock with his hand he pissed on my tits, then my face, I tried to keep my mouth shut but I had to take a breath. I got a big mouthful of his piss and tried to spit it out. He continued to piss on my face and chest. It was making me hot, I wanted badly to tickle my clit as he pissed on me but I wasn’t able to at that time. I sucked his cock when he finished pissing, he moaned, telling me that my thick hot lips felt well wrapped around his hard throbbing dick. After showering and ensuring all of my cum, the whipped cream, and champagne were gone, we stepped out of the shower and towel dried. We walked back into our room and surveyed our mess, after cleaning up I snuggled next to him in the bed. He kissed me on the forehead as I rested my face on his chest; I placed my hand on his cock, and fell soundly asleep.
I was awakened a few hours later with his hard cock against my thigh. Before I was fully awake he was on top of me spreading my legs apart shoving his cock into my pussy. I moaned because I wasn’t ready for him and my puss was quite tight. He began to fuck me hard, as I tried to move around so the pain just under my little pussy hole and above my asshole felt like it was tearing as he fucked me harder and harder. He asked me if he bought me a nice big dog would I fuck it for him. I had when I was younger gotten much pleasure from my dog. I liked to suck him hard, jack him off, and let him fuck me until I was knotted in the ass and my pussy. My hubby was turned on by the idea of his wife being fucked by the family dog. He continued to fuck me harder as I described sucking my dog’s dick when I was 14 years old; his breathing became more rapid as he neared an orgasm. I couldn’t wait for him I came, my thighs tensing and my pussy convulsed around his hard long cock. He stopped and then asked me if I wanted it, I told him I did as his cock began to throb as it spit out it’s juice deep inside me. He lay on top of me breathing heavy as he squeezed me tightly. Rolling off he told me I was absolutely the best fuck he had ever had, as we was he.

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Anal Plug at My Command

This is actuall a continuation of a previous love making session in which my wife was to follow all of my commands as I used her body for my sexual enjoyment….

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VIGNETTES III – Witchy Woman

Not wanting to be around people, I spent a few moths surviving in the woods. Coming home leaner and meaner, I fell in with a spooky woman who brought out my cruelest tendencies. Oh yeah, she was born on Halloween…not kidding.

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Disciplin from Jen Chap #3

Chapter #3
I almost didn’t want to do it. Despite knowing, hoping for, what I was about to see, I had such vivid imagery banging about in my mind that I was worried if I stopped to open my eyes it would all disappear. The moment flashed by and my senses returned. I had the real thing waiting in front of me, don’t blow it now. Obey.
The past few moments had seemed like hours, and my eyes agreed. I squinted as I tried to comply with my instructions, searching the room for where they had come from. There, beside the bed, between the glow of candles and her lamp, Jennifer stood, staring intently back at me, her body canted a bit, creating a sweeping curve from her hip to her shoulder, her auburn hair flowing wildly about the other. I immediately noticed she was dressed, in something, but her breasts were exposed and my eyes widened at the discovery. Upon seeing my excitement Jennifer jumped on the opportunity to take charge again.
“Oh, don’t get your hopes up, buddy. You won’t be feeling these just yet.”
As she spoke she lifted her heaving tits up in her hands and her gaze dipped just enough to leer at me across the bridge of her nose. With her breasts bouncing in her grasp I could now see what had created the metallic sound emanating from the closet earlier. Three gold chains stretched across the red fabric of the open cup corset she was wearing, just below where her breasts had been. She released them and her flesh slapped the metal, re-creating the sound. She raised them again, and let them fall, clinking against the golden chains. Finally she pressed them into each other and pinched her own nipples, something she knew I loved to watch her perform. I would often beg her to do it as I fucked her, especially while cumming.
I have long appreciated Jennifer’s tits, even before we ever dated, but especially since first getting to play with them shortly after finishing high school. My “graduation gift” she called it. They are large, very large, 34G’s in fact. I didn’t even know that a G cup was a real bra size until I spent the day shopping for them with her a few years ago. I remember sitting in the “man chair”, a black leather recliner, outside the ladies dressing rooms at the department store while Jennifer and the distractingly attractive woman working in the lingerie section walked back and forth with handfuls of bras, trying to find one that could handle her booming cleavage without distorting her figure. After several unsuccessful trips to the rack the woman inquired if she had ever been custom fitted before, to which Jen replied she hadn’t. I had gotten to watch in frozen wonder as another woman handled my wife’s bare breasts, academically of course, as a doctor performing an examination, but it still excited me. 34G was the result. To this day I think they both knew when I got up to go to the restroom that it wasn’t to take a piss. I often fantasize about the conversation the two of them may have had after I left to relieve myself. It usually results in my jerking off to the image of the fitting session ending in a lesbian encounter in the dressing room between my wife and the helpful lingerie saleslady. Another fantasy, for another time.
With each clank of the chains against her tits Jen’s sly grin widened. She could tell it was having the desired effect on me and my cock now throbbed randomly in the open as I stood motionless, hoping at any moment she would approach me and begin my discipline. Instead, she turned around and gave me a view of the back of the garment, which was laced up the middle with black ribbon. At the bottom it peaked downward, as if a beacon pointing the way to her ample bubble ass. If glancing quickly from behind one would have believed she was wearing no panties, but I knew there was a thong under there. If I was to get inside her during this encounter she was going to make me work for it. I followed her legs to where her thigh high stockings began and traced them with my eyes all the way to the floor where she stood in a pair of red spike heeled shoes. I shuttered when I saw them, knowing full well they would be probably be embedded in my flesh at some point in the evening.
She stood there another few moments, long enough for me to get a good look, then turned and faced me once again. I never even realized that she had picked something up off the night stand, but she now clutched something in her hand. I couldn’t make it out, but it was completely covered in one hand and couldn’t have been the purple dildo, the item I so longed for her to employ. She put whatever she was holding behind her back in one hand and finally took a few steps toward me. She stopped at the corner of the bed and seemed as if she would say something, but didn’t. The uncertainty was killing me, and she knew it.
She was much closer now, close enough to touch, in fact. I thought about reaching out to her, just to get a reaction of some kind, but my hands stayed frozen at my sides. She took a few more steps and was now behind me, with an unknown object in her hand and my naked body at her whim. I began to tense, thinking that surely something was about to happen, but she simply rounded me and stopped again at the opposite corner of the bed. As she moved she kept her body turned so as not to divulge the secret behind her back.
Again she passed behind me to the other side of the bed. And again. And again. Each moment she was behind me, out of sight for only a second, I grew more tense. My ass clenched tightly and my erection bounced each time I lost sight of her. I almost couldn’t take any more and wanted desperately to speak it, but finally she stopped, right in the blind spot and didn’t come out the other side.
“Bend over.”
The command was crisp but not loud, and she only had to give it once. I halfway attempted to comply by bending only slightly at the waist and placing both hands on my knees. As I had hoped, it wasn’t good enough.
“Over the bed!”
With the order came a cold palm on my ass, the crack of which I thought would certainly be heard down the hallway by anyone who may have wandered upstairs. With the contact I determined what she had been hiding in her hand. She must have slipped the ring on, and turned it inward, while I was distracted by her pacing. It had been an anniversary gift, a half carat diamond arraignment in an arc, the center of which rose sharply above the rest, making a perfect tip in the middle. As it bit into my skin I let out a dull grunt and fell immediately onto the bed, my rear now completely vulnerable and waiting.
“You’d better get your act together if you ever want to cum tonight!” she warned.
Another smack came, this time on the other cheek, and then another, and another. Each time she struck me the sting grew more intense, until they all seemed to blend together in a painful hot massage. After several more spankings on both sides of my ass, and another verbal warning demanding my obedience, she stopped the assault. My bottom burned blissfully and I surmised it now matched my mistress’s outfit in color and intensity.
“Hands out.”
I had fallen onto the bed with my hands tucked in, close to my chest, and gripped the sheets as I was being hit. I slid them out to the sides, toward the corners of the bed and spread my fingers apart. If she started beating me again I didn’t want her to see me grabbing at the linens. I wanted her to think it wasn’t working, so she would continue.
When I had assumed the requested position she shoved her knee into my groin from behind, pushing hard until my cock and balls pressed into the mattress and my torso moved further up the bed.
“Don’t fucking move.”
Jennifer rarely used profanity, even in anger, and never in casual speaking, but during sex it had become somewhat common. She knew I liked it when she begged, “Fuck me harder!” or “Stick that big cock in my ass!” It excited me that she had cursed, another sign she was in the moment and enjoying what she was doing to me. Of course, I had absolutely no intentions of going anywhere. Why would I?

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Our Story Ch.5

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Widow Aunt and I experience BDSM

Aunt Sheen is your typical strict Muslim MILF. She is short, thick and dark. Her voluptuous assets are normally hidden underneath loose-fitting Burqa however she lets out more than her D-cup boobs and 50-inch ass when she is alone with me. Let me tell you about the time my slutty and horny aunt introduced me to the wonders of BDSM properly for the first time.

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Widow Aunt and I experience BDSM

Aunt Sheen is your typical strict Muslim MILF. She is short, thick and dark. Her voluptuous assets are normally hidden underneath loose-fitting Burqa however she lets out more than her D-cup boobs and 50-inch ass when she is alone with me. Let me tell you about the time my slutty and horny aunt introduced me to the wonders of BDSM properly for the first time.

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Next Door Neighbors

Next Door Neighbors…Part 1
I was about to get in my car when Doris called out and asked me if I could stop in and see her. She said she had something she wanted to talk with me about. I told her I had to run to the store and wouldn’t be long.
As I drove to the store the thought crossed my mind as to what she wanted to talk about. Doris stayed in the house most of the time unless she was driving her husband, Paul, somewhere. I never really had any conversations with her.
Paul and Doris had bought the house next to me about 6 months ago. They had moved here to be closer to their relatives. They were in their 70’s and kept to themselves mostly, although I had baked them cookies and cake and helped them as much as possible. Paul needed a walker to get around and Doris did all the driving. Paul was a small man about 5’ 3” and Doris about 5’ 1”. Paul was quite the talker and enjoyed sitting in his garage and talk with me whenever he could catch me. I tried to accommodate him as much as I could and did not want to hurt his feelings. At his age I considered him a harmless dirty old man and would listen to his dirty jokes and how he bragged about not needing Viagra. He especially liked to talk about my 42D tits. At 5’10” and 180lbs I supposed I seemed like an amazon to him. I would kid him about telling Doris on him for flirting with me. He would always tell me she wouldn’t care. I would tell him that a woman of my size would hurt him if we had sex. He would always tell me that what a young women needs is an experienced man. As a 52 yr old, blue eyed blond, I wouldn’t classify myself as a young woman. The better I got to know him, the more I teased him. As time went by I would dress less and less. When I knew he was in his garage I would always put on some type of halter top with no bra, about 2 sizes too small short shorts with no panties, and flip flops. Plenty of cleavage and plenty of my big ass for him to drool over. Why not give the little old man a show? I certainly found out one thing…he didn’t need Viagra. I definitely aroused him enough because he would always make a point of it to stand up after we were talking and I couldn’t help noticing the bulge in his pants.
When I got home I unloaded my groceries and went to see Doris. But first I made sure I looked as “Plain Jane” as possible. No need to tease her. She invited me into her living room and we both sat on the coach.
Terri, you’ve been very friendly with us since we’ve moved in and I’d like to thank you for that.
You’re quite welcome.
I’ve never really had a chance to talk with you much but Paul certainly enjoys his conversations with you.
Well, I enjoy talking with him.
You mean teasing him, don’t you?
I looked at her and noticed that she was somewhat sheepishly smiling.
Oh, we have a good time joking with each other. I was somewhat uncomfortable because although she was smiling I still might get an ass chewing from a jealous wife. And, just how much did she know of what went on and although she never came into the garage with Paul and me could she have been eaves dropping and peeking somehow?
Well, you certainly get him aroused and although I don’t benefit from it anymore, it’s been great for him. Don’t you find it amazing that at Paul’s age he can still get a full erection?
Wow, I was blown away! Here I am talking with a wife about her husband’s hard-on. I was lost as to where she was going with this and somewhat uncomfortable.
I didn’t mean to embarrass you. You see, Terri, I have not been able to have sex with Paul for about 10 years. It hurts when he is inside me and it’s such a shame because we have always been so active sexually. I know it must bother him but we have been married for over 50 years and we are still in love. And, as good as he is sexually, I know he has never been unfaithful. Did you know that he masturbates every time he gets done talking with you?
I was at a loss for words and stammered, How do you know?
Because I’ve seen him and sometimes I do it for him. We have always had a very open sexual relationship. He has always been fascinated by big blond women and since we’ve had a computer his fascination has grown immensely.
A computer, I thought. Why this little old man is quite the pervert, too. Anyway, I thought I’d play the dumb blond role. Computer? What do you mean?
Honey, please come with me and I’ll show you.
I followed Doris into an office area and she fired up a computer and immediately pulled up a porn website Paul had saved. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and told me to have a seat. I sat down and browsed the website. It showed videos and pictures of BBWs having sex with old men. Wow, I thought…Paul is quite the voyeur.
Just then Doris came up behind me. Now do you see what I mean?
Yes, I guess I do, but doesn’t it bother you that he watches this.
Oh no, deary, not at all. If I can’t please him sexually anymore, he needs to have some type of release. That’s why he gets so aroused when he talks with you…especially the way you dress or should I say don’t dress. Paul always remarks about your cleavage and how your butt cheeks hang out of your shorts.
I was about to offer a defense for my attire or lack thereof when she continued.
Terri, I am not a jealous woman and I do want to please my husband. He is a good man. And, if masturbating over you and these porn sites pleases him…I’m OK with that.
I sat there silently wondering what all this was about. A woman, who I barely know, telling me that she can’t have sex with her husband, who I barely know, and that he jerks off over me after we have conversations and that she knows this because she watches and helps him do it…not to mention that he watches BBWs getting sexed by old men on the internet.
Terri, Paul and I value your friendship and we want to continue having you as our friend so I hope what I’ve shared with you, so far, has not offended you.
Uh, no, but I have to ask why you shared all this with me. I’m somewhat confused as to the purpose of this all.
Well, I just wanted to lay the ground work for the reason I asked to talk with you in the first place.
I could sense the nervousness in her voice.
Terri, please turn the chair around and face me.
When I did, I noticed her wringing her hands.
Terri, would you have sex with Paul?
I didn’t know how to answer…I was dumbfounded.
Doris, I don’t know…I can’t believe this wouldn’t bother you. Does Paul know about this?
Yes, we’ve talked about it at length. Paul is with some friends playing cards at the VFW. I told him I would try and talk with you today about this. I was going to call you when I noticed you outside. And trust me…this is my idea, not his. I had to convince him that I was OK with it. Looking at a computer and having a dirty conversation with an attractive woman and masturbating is far from having actual sex with another woman. But as I’ve said, Paul is a good husband and if I can’t please him sexually then this is the least I can do for him.
Doris, I really don’t know what to say. I have to have some time to think about this.
Fine, Terri, but please remember this. It would mean so much to my husband and me if you would do this. Please don’t view Paul or I as weird. Oh, by the way, I almost forgot…may I ask you a personal question?
Sure…what is it?
Well, Paul seems to think that your titties are natural…are they?
I was caught off guard by the question and stammered. Ah, yes…they are.
Really? I just find that hard to believe.
Well, ah, they are.
Would you show me?
Show you…what?
Your titties. Please don’t be embarrassed. I’m just curious. Besides, it’ll be just between us girls.
The thought of me exposing my tits to another woman so she could look at them embarrassed me.
If you would rather not, fine, but I just thought you like to flaunt them so you wouldn’t mind.
Flaunt them?
Isn’t that what you do in front of Paul? Besides, humor this old lady. I’m not asking you to strip naked…just show me your titties.
Oh well, I thought…what the hell…what harm could there be. I was wearing a sweatshirt and took it off but left my bra on.
Aren’t you going to take your bra off?
I noticed a gleam of expectancy in her eyes as she stared at my tits. OK, I thought. I removed the bra and let it fall to the floor. At 52, I had the normal sagging and they rested on my belly.
Wow, are they huge! Can I touch them?
Touch them, I thought? Is she a lesbian? I had never been with a woman and never had the interest.
She reached out with her little hands. Well, can I?
Ah, OK, sure, fine.
She grabbed them and started feeling them all over.
Feeling foolish standing there letting a woman feel my tits I stammered, Uh, you see, Paul was right.
She remained quiet and pinched my nipples gently, at first, but harder to the point that I winced.
Oh, I’m sorrow honey. Let Doris kiss them and make them all better.
Before I knew it she was kissing, licking, and sucking my big tits.
Doris, I stammered as I pulled away, please don’t.
Why sweetie? Doesn’t it feel good or is it because I’m a woman?
Yes, it feels good but, ah, I’m not a lesbian.
Well, honey, I’m not either. Paul am I used to do threesomes years ago and I have needs too. And you admitted it feels good. Besides you wouldn’t want to hurt a little old ladies feelings?
She continued sucking my big tits and I felt myself getting wet.
Here, honey, come lay on the couch. Might as well be comfortable.
She took me by the arm and sat me on the couch and then started kissing me. Her mouth found mine and she forced her tongue deep in my mouth. She pushed me down on my back and continued kissing me while her hand kept squeezing my right tit. I couldn’t believe how aroused I was getting. She then pushed her hand down my sweatpants and tried to force my legs apart. Damn, I thought, she’s trying to rape me!
Please, Doris, stop as I tried to push her off me. For a little 70 yr old woman she was surprisingly strong. She grabbed both my wrists and forced my arms over my head while sitting on my bare chest. I didn’t want to hurt her so I let her continue, waiting for a chance to get my clothes and leave.
Why don’t you just take off the rest of your clothes, honey?
Doris, please, I think this has gone far enough.
She let go of my right wrist and slapped my face hard.
You listen and listen good. I’m telling you to strip naked and I do mean now. She then slapped my face hard again.
Please, Doris, don’t hit me again. I’ll do whatever you say. Even though my face stung form her slaps, I was wet and aroused by what she was doing to me. I stood up, kicked off my shoes and pulled my pants and panties off. I stood there completely naked while she sat on the couch leering at me with a wicked grin. I suppose I could have gathered up my clothes and overpowered her and left but I was enjoying what she was doing to me. Damn, was I going crazy?
Sweetie, walk around for me. I want to see how your big naked body moves.
I know my face was red from embarrassment as I walked around in front of her naked obeying her commands: spread your fat pussy lips, turn around, bend over, and spread your big ass cheeks. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my whole life and yet so aroused!
Why do you shave your pussy?
I, uh, really don’t know. I just always have.
You don’t know? You just always have? I’ll tell you why…because you are a big fucking whore! Only whores do that! She then came up next to me, fondled my big ass and pussy, fingering me in both my holes. I thought I was going to pass out; I was so hot!
You like what I’m doing to you, honey?
Oh yes, Doris, oh yes. My mouth was so dry I could hardly swallow.
Good, go into the bedroom, lay on the bed, and spread your legs wide.
As I walked in front of her to the bedroom she pinched and slapped my big ass.
Sweetie, what a meaty ass you’ve got. Paul is going to love it! Along with your thick legs, belly, and huge tits! He is going to fuck you real good, honey! Now lay down!
I did and she climbed on me kissing me and fingering my wet pussy starting with one finger and finally working all her fingers roughly in and out. I was grinding my big hips hard against her hand. She pulled her hand out and started slapping me on my wet pussy. Oh my, it hurt so good!
Oh yes, Doris, beat me good…beat my naked pussy gooooooooood! She continued slapping my pussy as I came again and again! As I lay there she made me clean her fingers with my mouth.
Now, honey, that wasn’t so bad was it?
Oh no, that was wonderful. But Doris, how about you? Did you get satisfied?
Not completely dear but when the three of us are together I’ve got something special in mind.
I lay there looking at her wicked grin wondering what that might be.
Honey, you need to get dressed, get home, get cleaned up, and I’ll call you after Paul gets home.
I staggered on wobbly legs into the living room, got dressed, and left.
The phone call came about 2 hrs later, long enough for me to get cold feet if I had wanted to. However, what Doris had just done to me made me want more and even though I did not know what she and her husband had in store for me, I was still wet thinking about the possibilities.
Doris instructed me not to wear any underware or jewelry because, as she put it, “We want you completely naked as soon as possible”. I had already taken a shower so I threw on the same sweats I had earlier. I entered through the garage and knocked on the kichen door. Doris greeted me in a bathrobe and slippers. I asked where Paul was.
He’s in the bedroom but before we see him, you need to know something.
What’s that?
She looked at me sternly. You better please him and do whatever he wants. Do you understand me?
I could tell she was dead serious. I was half frightened and half excited. Yes, maam. I’ll do my best.
Well, you listen to me, bitch. Your best better be good enough!
I could have turned around and walked out but I didn’t…was I losing my mind?

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