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Background:
I have known J since the late 70's. She was 17 and I was 25 when we met. For much of that time we simply been really good friends. She's been in and out of failed relationships, fought with alcoholism, and generally had something of a self inflicted tough life. Over the years I've lived at some distance form her much of the time, and we communicated a few times a year. Of course I always wanted to get into her pants but that just never worked out until about 15 years ago. Over the last 15 or so years we still only see each other sporadically, but when we do, instead of just grabbing dinner somewhere and chatting, our visits tend to start with sex, followed by a normal visit, and end with sex before I leave to head back home (These days 4 hours away).

J has a bad back. There are times when it's pretty obvious that she's in pain and there will be no sex. She is an absolute champion cock sucker -I suspect she may prefer it to fucking- but when her back is messed up, movement generally is difficult and that too is off the menu.

I drove up to see her yesterday, and I was horny as all hell the whole drive. When I got to her house, I could tell by the way she came out o her front door to meet me that she was in pain. My four her obsession with fucking her and getting my cock sucked notwithstanding, it was pretty obvious that that wouldn't be happening.

She had made me coffee and backed some great sweet rolls, and as we were enjoying those things she complained that she was getting behind with some chores around the place (she lives on 160 acres in a very old farmhouse on a very lightly travel dirt road.) We talked about what she needed and I offered to take care of some of the items. She protested that she doesn't get to see me often enough and didn't want to take the time we had with that.

(To set the scene for what happened I should first point out that I have an exhibitionist streak that I almost never get to enjoy in real life. And I get off on very explicit "dirty talk")

I responde day telling her, "Well since I don't guess we'll be fucking, I have a little spare time". She laughed and then looked serious and said, "Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. I just hurt so damn much. And I guess I could use the help. But I don't want you spending all day working around here." I told her I'd make a deal with her. I would take care of a couple of her projects but there were a few conditions: "I want to work around the house naked, and when I'm done you watch me jack off. Later after dinner, I want to go outside with you and I want you to get naked outside so I can look at your c*nt and jack off again."

Just saying it, I was hard as a rock. She said, "Deal!" and I proceeded to strip and get to work. I went soft for most of the time, but every now and again when she was in the room I'd stroke a bit and get hard, or brush past her and drag my cock across her lips. She smiled every time and said several times that she was really tempted by just was afraid of the pain that came with moving. I told her that I was doing fine and really enjoying it.

When I finished, we sat down on her bed with her face no more than two feet from my crotch, while I spread my legs wide, looked in her eyes and jacked off. the hotter I got, the more I told her what I wished I could do with her, and eventually she got into it, telling me, "Show me your balls while you jerk it. Oh, fuck I'll bet that feels good. I want to watch you come." I did, and it was GREAT. I thanked her, and she told me to clean up while she got dinner.

I got dressed for dinner, and while we were eating, her phone rang. Her friend Jane, who lives about an hour away and who I have heard much about but never met was calling. After a short chat, J told her I was there and had been helping with some of her chores. She laughed at something Jane had said and responded, "oh it's been fun. He's been naked all day and I've been watching. Another pause and she responded, "I can't my back is messed up, so he put on a little show for me to "relieve the tension". More laughter, followed by, "Sure. We'll be here. But he did say that after dinner he wants to get naked outside with me, so only for a little while." More conversation and more laughter, followed by. "I don't think so! See you!"

After she got off the phone she said that Jane was on her way over, and when she told her about my plan Jane had said, "I want to watch!" That's when J had responded by telling her "I don't think so". I almost instantly decided that I wanted Jane to see me naked and jacking off if I could arrange that. I said to J, "I know it may not be your thing, but I would love for Jane to see me naked and to jack in front of her." After asking me ion I was serious and being assured I was, she said that we'd ask Jane, but under no circumstances would J be naked if Jane was there watching me. I asked if Jane would be angry if I did it without asker her, and after thinking about it, she said, "No, she won't be angry, I suppose, but what do you want to do?" I said I'd figure it out when I could screw up the courage.

Jane got there, and we chatted, with the girls laughing and making jokes about the naked handy-man. Jane said she had some chores around her place too, and J laughed and said you don't know what you're missing. At the point I figured now or never, and got up out of my chair, and and simply started to take off my clothes. It got REAL quiet.

When I was completely naked, I looked at Jane and said, "Can I jack off in front of you?" She said that would be cool. I stood there stroking my hard cock and and as before looking in Janes eyes while I said, "God I want to fuck. J, when this is over after Jane leaves, I still want to go outside naked at look at your c*nt while I jack again" Jane was just staring and her hand was between her legs.

Being naked in front of a stranger, jacking off in front of her was stunningly hot. J walked over to me and rubbed my balls and started stroking me, and then said, "I'm going to get on my knees, and I can't move my head without it hurting, but I want you to fuck my mouth." Jane came around to watch and said to J, "Can I show him my pussy?" J opened her mouth wide enough to get out an "Uh huh". Jane puller her jeans and panties down and was rubbing her hairy sn*tch. I told them, "I can't believe I'm going to come in your mouth while I'm looking at your fucking c*nt."

There's more if you're interested. ..

Oh yea, please continue. This story i great.

I am - very!

P.S. By the way, OCC, this is how to give a one-line response to a lengthy post - edit it! :)

A little more. . .

All of that activity was unusual for J. She has never let me take a picture; while she is enthusiastic about sex, she really is a long way from being a sl*t or an exhibitionist. For now, to pick up the story. . .

My knees practically buckled. What had just happened pretty much hit my hot buttons: I was naked and jacking off in front of a stranger, I was thinking out loud in very explicit terms, and just oh-by-the-way I was looking at a new pussy: never a bad thing. There was something of an odd moment immediately after I came. As soon as I did, J asked if I felt better, and with a little nervous laughter said, "Janey, I hope that wasn't too weird for you. I don't know what came over me. I'm REALLY embarrassed."

Jane was a little quiet (and very slow about pulling her pants back up.) She took what seemed longer, but was probably only 15 or 20 seconds before she responded. "I've never done anything like that and I've never seen anything like that. I'm still shaking." then after a pause, she asked me, "Can I ask you a few questions? When I said she could, she asked if I got naked in from of stranger women a lot. I told her I really never did, and she said, "But it's kind of your fantasy? It gets you hot?"

"It is. that and talking dirty to women generally and especially in that situation."

She then asked J if we had played at that before, and she told her that really we hadn't and it was just kind of my idea since her back was messed up and we couldn't have sex. Janey asked if J was OK with what happened, and she was pretty open. She said, "I wanted him to get off, but I really hadn't planned to do anything around other people. I guess I'd be a little uncomfortable, but I didn't think about that so much as that I felt sorry for him having to jerk off. I'm still a little uncomfortable with it." She laughed then and said, "But I guess he got what he wanted so it's ok."

Jane told J that she wanted to talk to me for a minute and then winked at J and said, "Don't worry. I'm not going to attack him." J headed off to the kitchen to make coffee, and Jane said, "I love your fantasy. Wanna hear mine?" I nodded and she said, "I want to do that again, and next time I want you to talk to me like I'm a wh*r*." My first reaction was that that was a seriously enticing idea and probably a seriously bad idea. I gave her a noncommittal answer: "I don't know. We'll see." She said, "Ask J: bet she does't mind." I responded that she said she was uncomfortable just now, and Jane told me she didn't have in mind J watching. I told her I still thought it had the potential to hurt J's feelings. Next thing I knew, she's asking J if it would be OK if we had a little private fantasy session. J's response was, "As long as I don't have to watch and I don't have to hear about it I don't care what either of you do."

The subject naturally changed, and I grabbed my clothes to get dressed again as the girls got out some dessert. We sat around for a while, and Jane said she had to leave. Her parting words: "Call me. I want to suck your cock."

That was the day before yesterday. I drove home that night, and on the way called Jane. I told her that she got my attention and asked how she wanted to proceed. Turns out she was going to be in my city on Friday anyway, so we're going to meet up. Can't wait.

shit, that;s hot

So far, this is an eventful day.

Jane is in town visiting her sister, and while doing so is staying at a hotel. We talked late last night, and she told me that she had some time this morning and then would be with her sister all day. Same deal tomorrow. I basically don't know the woman so I have zero desire to spend the night with her, so I wasn't disappointed when she mentioned the two mornings. I told her that I was looking forward her fantasy and I wanted to try mine again. She responded that she was fine with that. "Whatever you want, except you have to agree that if I say 'no' it won't be playing, and if I say 'stop' that won't be playing either." I agreed: no means no, stop means stop.

I took a Cialis -although I do just fine without them, they have the effect of making me harder for a longer period of time, and allowing a shorter time between- and headed over about 6 am. She texted me the room number and the message "it would be hot if u came to the door naked". As I was driving I kept think about that and thinking that I like the way she thinks, since just the idea is a huge turn on for me.

When I got there, there was one sleepy looking clerk at the front desk and basically nobody else around. Took the elevator to the 3rd floor, found her room and then walked down the rest of the hall listening for noises. It was very quiet. Her room is a couple doors down and across the hall from the alcove with the ice machine. I ducked in there and stripped, then grabbed my clothes and went to her door. Before I knocked, I walked to the end of the hallway and back and I was practically shaking.

I knocked softly , she opened the door, and looked at me and then half said, half groaned, "Oh, fuck. that is so hot. I didn't think you'd do it." I entered the room and I was close to coming just from the whole episode so far. I told her, "We need to just knock it off for a minute, or I'm going to cum."

Jane was breathing hard and looked like all the muscle tone was out of her face (I don't know another way to put it). Since I was getting off on the CFNM aspect, I didn't want that to change for a bit, so I walked her over by the bed and told her, "Sit down on the floor and lean against the bed .so I can get my cock and balls right in front of you, you fucking wh*r*." She sat and then softly groaned when I moved in front of her so that my hard cock was just over her forehead and my balls over her face.

She asked, "Do you want me to be your wh*r* and suck it for you?" I said, "No. I don't want it over that fast. I love it that you don't care how I fucking talk to you, and you really don't even know me. I'm going to bend my knees and rub my balls on your face, you wh*r*." I did so.

I stood back up and said, "Look, you want to be my wh*r*, I need you to suck my nuts, then lick me under the balls all the way to my asshole." I thought I might here "no". I didn't, and bent my knees again. she proceeded to do as I asked. With her hands holding the backs of my thighs she stayed at it for a good minute or so. By then I just wanted to come.

When I stood back up, backed away a couple of steps. I told her to stand, and as I looked at her, it was clear she was getting off on her fantasy. She just had that look. I relaxed a bit and asked if she was doing OK. She said, "I'm so fucking hot I can't breathe."

I responded to that by going back to the role play and told her, "Tell me what you need, you sl*t." "She said, "I need to be fucked." I said, "Not good enough. What you need is to have cock in your c*nt." She practically moaned as I said that, and then said, "I need to have you fuck me in the c*nt. I need your cock in me all the way to your balls."

(I hadn't necessarily counted on fucking her. I brought condoms, but I wasn't sure that was going to happen. It now looked like ti was on the menu: good news.)

"What I need, you fucking wh*r*, is to put my cock in your mouth. After I fuck your face, if you're a lucky girl I'll take care of your c*nt. Get on your knees and make me come in your mouth." She moaned, "Oh, God" and went to her knees. As she reached to put her hand around the base of my cock, I thrust forward and drove my cock in until my balls hit her chin. She started bobbing her head and sucking in rhythmically while massaging my balls. She slipped one hand farther back and was stroking my under the balls and tickling my asshole. As I felt myself getting near, I pulled back.

"Not so fast. I want this to last. Stand up and strip for me."

As she stood and started to take off he shirt, I realized I had no idea what her body looked like: I really barely know her, and she wasn't dressed in a way that gave many clues. Other than the fact that her stomach is flat and he pussy covered in dark brown hair, I had no idea what I was going to see. It wasn't a bad view. If I were guessing I'd say her tits were a C cup with a little "hang" to them. Not bad to look at, and way beyond the look, she was letting me enjoy my fantasies as I had never thought I would in real life.

When she was naked I said, "Let's go sit on the bed. I want to feel you up and finger fuck you." As we sat, I reached over, and for the first time, grabbed her tits and lifted and felt them. She started reach for my cock, and I stopped her. "Don't. I want to come in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it. You touch me now and I might not make it that far." More small groans from her. I reached a hand down to the pussy I saw the other day but hadn't touched. As I rubbed through the fur I said, "Open your legs up you fucking wh*r*. I want to get my hand in your c*nt." As I said that, she moaned again and quietly said, "Fuck me".

I stood up and said, "Suck my cock you fucking wh*r*." Once again she was sucking. Really sucking hard, and massaging my balls. I practically collapsed when I finally let myself come in her mouth.

There are several second when I just kind of took in what had just happened and recovered a bit. I was still standing there. My cock was still in her mouth, but she wasn't sucking any longer. As we separated I heard her breathing quickly.
Any blowjob is good, that one was great, AND she was a relative stranger who let me talk as dirty to her as I wanted. It was outstanding. As I kind of sank down beside her on the bed, I realized she was really quiet. I asked of she was OK.
She said, "I came when I felt your cock throbbing in my mouth and tasted your come."

It's now noon. She's on her way to her sisters, and I need to get out of her room. We fucked before she left. If you like, I relate the details.

Please do - this is a hot kind-of-relationship you've stumbled into!

Fuck yes, this is hot.
Hope you got a taste of her pussy, and poked her asshole.

Quick follow up:

It was obvious to me after coming in her mouth, that I was going to need some time, and hanging around naked with nothing much to talk about was probably going to be awkward. All things considered, I suggested we take a break and grab a cup of coffee. We went down to the lobby where they were just putting away the continent; breakfast. We grabbed a couple of rolls and some coffee, and sat down at a table in the corner. There were a few people still in the are, but but as we had the rolls and coffee, the staff left and ultimately we were the only ones in the area.

After probably a half hour of general conversation, I suggested that if she had time and wanted to we should go back up. As we got back to the room, the maid in the hallway asked when Jane was leaving for the day. Before she could answer, I said to the maid, "It shouldn't take long. I just need to fuck her before she goes out." The maid, a youngish plump white girl, looked a little shocked but not unpleasantly so, and said OK. Jane practically tried to hide her face, so as we were just in the doorway I said, "Fucking wh*r* told me she wants me in her c*nt."

After we closed the door, Jane moved over to the bed and started to make off her shirt. I stopped her and said, "OK, so let's talk a bit. When was the last time you got fucked?" She said she didn't know exactly, maybe a month. I responded, "So who did you let into your c*nt, wh*r*?" When she said, "My husband", I was shocked. "Your husband? Seriously, you're married?" She replied that indeed she is, and said don't let it bother you. I asked if he knew what she was up to and she said he does not and he isn't going to. She told me that she doesn't screw around on him, and never intended to start, but what happened made her so excited that she just wanted to play out her fantasy this one time. I figured, in for a penny in for a pound, so I went back to treating her as she had fantasied about.

"Fine. So you fucked your husband. How many cocks have been in that c*nt. Let me guess: before he started plowing you, you were the town pump, right? She responded, "If boys were nice to me I used to let them stick it in me. I guess there have been a few."

As we were talking I had gotten naked but she had sort of slowed down. I told her to strip and be quick about it. "I want to fuck you bowlegged, wh*r*. First get over here and suck my cock some more. Goddam I love seeing my cock go in your mouth." She grabbed the back of my ass and started sucking me again, and it felt so good and but I wanted to move on before it got TOO good.

I pulled back from her and told her what I wanted. "Lay down and spread your legs. Wide I want see that c*nt wide open. Your husband doesn't know you're a wh*r*, does he? He doesn't know you'll spread your legs for a strange cock." I could tell that as I was getting back into it, so was she. I told her, "I can't believe that you're laying here with your legs open letting a stranger look at you naked."

She reach ed down and was rubbing herself a little and then said, "God, I can hardly believe I'm going to have a strange cock in me. Fuck, I want this. God, this is so bad, but I want your cum in me." In probably not one of my more careful moments I discarded the idea of using a condom: hell yes I wanted bare pussy!

I said, "Is your c*nt wet enough for me to get in, because I want to fuck you full of my cum?. " She replied, "Hell yes, I'm wet."

As I got down to enter her, I looked her in the eye and said, "You really are a wh*r*, letting me fuck your married c*nt. I want to come so fucking far up inside of you. Fuck me wh*r*."

Welshed a while. She kept saying, "I love it when you say c*nt," and"I love it when you call me a wh*r*." I told her, "God, this is so fucking exciting. I want to own your c*nt with my cock."

There was a lot of mutual moaning and groaning when i came in her. I asked if she was OK, and she said "I kept coming over and over. I'ver had this fantasy for so long. I am still so goddam hot. . ."

We're meeting again tomorrow morning. I doubt that it will be quite as exciting, since the new and strange aspect will be a little dulled, so it may not exactly push my fantasy buttons, but I hope the sex will be worth it. . .

Was her pussy really wet? Did you watch your cum leak out of it?

I only have a few minutes. Brief update.

I went back Saturday morning, although when I knocked on her door I was clothed. On the other hand, when she opened the door, I could see that she wasn't. I hardly need say that I took that as a good sign! To be honest, given that she turned out to be married and cheating for the first time, I wasn't at ll sure what would develop on our second morning.

A number of thoughts pretty much instantly popped into my head. I really wanted to make sure she was really OK with what she was doing -I'm not really into messing up people's heads- and at the same time I really wanted to pull her into the hallway and feel of her pussy and tits where someone might come by -or for that matter watch from the peephole their door. I wanted to do a replay of the fantasy role-play from the past encounter, and I wanted to just cut through all that and just fuck the hell out of her. As I was quickly, simultaneously having those thoughts she solved my dilemma for me.

As she opened the door she had just her head looking around it and as soon as she saw it was me, had pulled it all the way open. I was standing there looking at for just a second when she said, "I've been thinking about this all morning." and at the same time flipped the latch over so the door wouldn't close all the way, and stepped into the hallway. She very quietly said, "I just had to try this. God, my heart is beating so fast.." I reached down and rubbed her pussy with the flat of my hand and she bent slightly at the knees and opened her legs for me.

I don't think it was more than maybe 30 seconds when the elevator bell down the hall dinged, and she was back through the door almost instantly. She was standing inside, practically panting and told me that she had never done anything life that and it was almost unbearably exciting. I resisted the urge to shove my cock in her right there: I was pretty sure this would not be happening again and wanted to make it last a bit. I didn't know if she had had enough of her wh*r* fantasy, and for my part, since she was hardly a stranger anymore, just jacking off in from of her lost the thrill aspect a bit since she was hardly going toe shocked , but I had really gotten off on talking dirty to her and being aggressive with her. I at least wanted the opportunity to have sex with her again from that very controlling perspective. I asked her what she had in mind for the morning.

She sat down on the bed and patted the space next to her, and said, "So let's talk while I catch my breath.I thought about this last night, and I'm glad you didn't spend the night. That would have felt really wrong. On the other hand, I haven't been so excited since I was a kid and that's partly because you're not my husband and I shouldn't be doing this. I wanted to be treated like a wh*r*, and it's pretty hard for that to feel realistic with the guy you've been married to for 20 years. But to you, I am just a wh*r*. You're not here for the company, you're here for sex. And oh, man is it exciting to open my legs for a stranger and to have a strange cock. I told my sister I'll be late today, so what I want is for you to use me any way you want as long as no is no, and stop is stop."

Sounded fine to me. I stood up, pulled down my shorts, and said, "I want you to hold my balls and kiss my cock. I ant you to worship that thing." She licked and kissed and ran her lips over it, and I said, "Look at that cock.Whose cock do you are you kissing? It it your husbands? Are you just letting some fucking stranger rub his cock over your face while your husband thinks you're having breakfast with your sister?" "She kind of moaned as she said,"I'm sucking a strange man's cock."

At that she started sucking me deep and I knew this was not going to last long. As she sucked I asked, "Has your husband ever seen you face covered in come?" she shook her head and I pulled back a bit and started stroking as I told her, "No, he thinks you're a good woman and haven't sucked or fucked anyone else since he's known you. He thinks you'll never taste another man's come. He doesn't know you're a fucking wh*r*. He thinks that c*nt belongs to him. After I come all over your face, I'm going to own that c*nt with my cock." I told he rot lay back and then crawled up so that my cock was over her face. I told he rot open her mouth, and then fucked her face until I started to come. I got some in her mouth and a lot on her face and hair. She wiped her eyes and said, "Oh, God. I came so hard."

More later.

Looking forward to the next installment, this is a hot story. I had a gf once who liked to watch and masturbate while I jacked off; she almost preferred that to "normal" sex. She also liked a lot of other things that are memorable, so your story brings back nice memories.

I'll finish in a bit. I don't think I've ever had a more exciting weekend or come so much and so well. If I had known back at J's what I was going to get to do and witness I really wouldn't have believed it. Every bit thatI've told is exactly what happened. The quotes may be off a word or two, and my memory might scramble the order of a couple of words here and there, but when I've used quotes they are basically exactly what was said. Because those couple of days were so dense with great experiences, it's turning out a bit long. (That may be because I am enjoying remember it as much as I am!!)

Anyway, as soon as I get done writing it, I'll up load the rest here. Meanwhile I talked to J -where this started- and I'm going to go help her out a bit more this week-end. I'm hopeful that on the way up or back I get the opportunity to at least talk to Jane again. We'll see where that leads.

I was pretty much on my hand and knees over her face taking a moment to catch my breath, and then I lowered my self a little and dragged my balls across her hair and face as I got off of her.

I needed about 15 minutes of recovery, so I suggested that she might want to clean up a bit. She headed to the bathroom and I heard the shower. I also heard the knock on the door and the call of, “Housekeeping!” I thought to myself that I might as well answer the door so I called out, “Hold on” and walked over to open it. I started out half hard and because eI knew I was going to show myself to a stranger again, I got full on hard by the time I pulled the door open and said, “Yes?”

The same girl as yesterday was standing there looking startled, and let out a little “Oh!” I said, “Sorry about that, but she just got done sucking me off.” She just stood there for a second and then said, “I’ll come back later”, but she didn’t move. Once again, I figured it was now or never, so I said, “No, problem. I like girls I don’t know to see my cock.” She said, “What about your girl friend?” I replied that she wasn’t my girlfriend, but just someone I wound up screwing around with after surprising her by getting naked and jacking off in front of her.

The maid said nothing, but looked down at my cock as I said that. I said to the maid, “She’s in the shower washing my cum out of her hair. Want to watch me stroke my cock?” She nodded and I reached down and started jacking. As I did so, I said, “Oh, fuck, I love having a stranger watch me do this.” She just stared for maybe half a minute so I said, “Want to touch it?” She quiet;y said “No”, so I kept on and then said, “You better get back to work before you get behind. In a little if you want you can just open the door and walk in on us. Have you ever watched a woman getting fucked before?” She said not in real life, and I told her if she wanted to she could. After she had left and Jane came out of the shower I thought about telling her, but decided not to, at least for now.

She had two towels wrapped around her. I asked her if she was getting modest on me, and she said, “I don’t know. I’m just not used to walking around naked.” I told her, “Yeah, well around home I’m sure your husband doesn’t care, but your his wife: he’s seen it all a million times. You’re my wh*r*, and I want your tits and pussy where I can see them if I want.” She dropped the towels and the said, “You want some coffee?” I said I did and pulled on my shorts and shirt and said I’d go get some. I told her, “Stay naked.” I went down to the lobby and grabbed two cups and some rolls. When I came back up the maid talking to a young man at her cart who was pushing a big wheeled tub full of towels. I watched them looking at me repeatedly and talking quietly as I cam down the hallway. When I reached them they had stopped talking. She quietly, politely said, “Good Morning”. I returned the greeting and then asked him what she had said about us. “Nothing, sir,” he said. “Really?” I looked at her and said, “I’m disappointed. I thought you liked looking at me jacking my cock and you didn’t even tell him that I told you you could come back in and watch us fuck!” Poor fellow looked like he was going to pass out! In a moment of discretion, I looked at him and said, “Just to be clear, I said she could come in and watch. Just her.”

When I got back to the room, we she sat on the edge of the bed and I grabbed the desk chair. As we had the coffee and rolls, I asked if she was still having fun. She said she was and that she never thought she do anything like this. She told me that part of the thrill was that is was so forbidden and it felt like a “giant sexual secret” that when she just thought about it made her heart beat faster. I’m pretty sure that for me a lot of the excitement was similar: the more forbidden, the more shocking, the more socially unacceptable my conduct, the more exciting it seemed. We chatted like that for a bit: a serious discussion rather than role play. I said to her, “Not to make you uncomfortable. Stop me if this does, but I really am getting off on the fact that the only cock you’ve had for decades is your husband, and suddenly you’re letting me fuck you.” she nodded, acknowledging her understanding and I said, “As a man, I know the your husband basically takes for granted that he owns your pussy. It’s exciting as all hell to me to think that I own that c*nt right now. You shouldn’t have even seen my cock, let alone suck it. You shouldn’t have any idea what it feels like to have my tongue in your mouth and my cock in your pussy. In his wildest imaginings your husband would never dream that you’ve been tonguing the balls and asshole of some guy you met three days ago. It is just beyond exciting that no matter how much he thinks it’s all his, for right now, I know that you will let me do any fucking thing I want.”

As I was speaking she had opened her mouth and was a little breathless. “What do you want?”, I asked. This time she got it right: “I want you to fuck my c*nt. I want to feel your cock in me.” I stripped off my shorts and crawled on top of her. As I drove my cock in side of her, I told her how exciting it was to be fucking another man’s woman. She moaned and kept pleading, “Fuck me. Fuck me.” At one point she said, “I’m just a sl*t. God, I love to spread my legs for you. I never knew how much I wanted to fuck strange men.” She hollered, and moaned and then periodically repeated, “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” As I got to the point that I wanted to cum I said to her, “Look at me. Look in my eyes. I want to see your eyes when I cum in you. When you feel me shooting inside of you, I want to see your eyes. Whose cum do you want in your c*nt, mine or you husband’s?” Between the heavy breathing she softly said, “Yours. I want your cum. It was so good, I practically collapsed on top of her. She lay under me literally shaking. It took a while to recover enough to get off the bed.

Now I needed serious recovery time if we were going to go again, and I really wanted to go again. the odds of my ever seeing her again weren’t good and I wanted more of this. When we were both breathing almost normally I suggested we go out and grab an early lunch. I told her, “I need to fuck you again, but it’s going to take a while before that will happen, so we might as well take our time.” She went to her suitcase and took out a bra, panties, a shirt, and a pair of jeans. I asked is she had a dress or skirt and she said she had a sundress with her. I told her to put that on and leave off the underwear. She kind of shivered and said, “Are you going to let other men see me?” I asked, “Do you want other men to see you?” She told me that she wasn’t really sure. She said that the idea was really exciting, and she loved the sl*t fantasy, but she hadn’t really planned to let it get this far, let alone any farther. I told her, “Well, you can always just say stop but if you have a little exhibitionist streak I bet you’d really enjoy it.” And of course while it was just role play, I was really enjoying her as a sl*t and humiliating her.

She put on the dress: it came to just above her knee and while you couldn’t see through it, it was pretty obvious from the sway of her tits that she had no bra. You couldn’t see though the dress, but when I pushed the material up against he pussy you could see the dark triangle of hair. When we hit the street she quietly said, “I know it’s not a big difference, but this feels so exciting. I can feel the air on my pussy and it’s like it’s dangerous.” We walked a few blocks, and while there were people around no one paid her any attention at all. We found a not very busy restaurant with sidewalk tables and stopped there. After the waiter had brought menus I told her to pull her dress up higher so that there was a chance that she would be seen. She tugged it up a little, and I told her, “More pull it up until you’re afraid that you’ve gone too far.” She pulled it a little higher: the top of the fabric was about six inches below her pussy. Because of the layout of the restaurant and the fact that we were the only customers at the outside tables, there was little risk of irritating management, but a pretty good chance that someone driving or walking nearby could see anything we did. I leaned over to her and quietly said, “Lean over here: I want to feel your tits.” She glanced around quickly and before she was done checking to see if we’d be seen, I lifted and squeezed one then the other. “What’s it feel like to be felt up in public. Does it make you hot to know that you’re my wh*r* today?” She just breathed, “Oh, god yeah”. I sat back and took her hand and put it on my cock. She rubbed my balls through my jeans and then squeezed my cock. She said, I don’t know if I’m going to make it through lunch. I want that big fucking thing inside me again.”

We straightened up and the waiter returned. When we said we still needed some time, he said, “No problem, Take your time” and then proceeded make a little idle chatter. He commented that it was getting pretty hot out and that’s why most people were dining inside. To Jane he said, “Well, at least you’re dressed for it.” (At this point you need to know that because of the table and the way she was holding the menu, the water had no idea that her dress was hiked way up, let alone that she was naked underneath). I said to him, “More than you know: she’s nude under the dress. No underwear. Want to see her pussy?”

I wish I had a picture of that look. He made a little nervous laugh, and said, “SO I’ll be back in a little bit.” As he started to turn I said, “Hold on a second. Jane, show him your c*nt.” She leaned back and without looking at either of us, pulled her dress up enough that he could see her hairy pussy and then pretty quickly put it back down. He said, “Wow, you guys do this all the time?” I told him that we really barely know each other, but that she wanted to be treated like a wh*r*, so I was helping her accomplish that. He said that that was better than any tip he’s gotten lately, and left. For the remainder of the time at the restaurant she kept her dress down, but he came around a good bit to check on us. After I had paid the check and as he was basically saying goodby, I asked him if he’d like another little look. He said “Sure”, So I said “Jane, this time look at him when you show him your c*nt.” I was looking at her and she was once again just trembling and her breathing was strange. I said to her, “Spread your legs. I’m going to finger fuck you in front of this guy.” I rubbed her clit with the ball of my thumb while I fingered her pussy. She shivered and jerked a little, and I said, “You just came in front of a complete stranger, you sl*t. I wonder if your husband would believe that.” The waiter said, “Man, you guys are something. No one’s going to believe this.” I asked, do you want to touch her c*nt?” Before he could answer, she quietly said “No” and he said, “No problem. Thanks a lot.”

Walking back to the hotel, she said to me that this whole weekend she’s been constantly on the edge of an orgasm and has gotten progressively closer to that edge. She said that at this point she almost came when I asked the guy if he wanted to touch her. When we got back to the hotel, I told her as we crossed the lobby that I wanted her to get naked as soon as we were in the elevator. She gave me a kind of half smile and said, “Someone is going to see me. Oh, god, someone is going to see me naked.” We got in the elevator and she dropped the dress. Standing there she was an interesting sight: straight-ish hips, slightly saggy full tits and dark curly bush, with her eyes half closed and her breathing shallow and irregular. It occurred to me that someone might think she was high if they looked at there face.

Just as the doors were closing, they re-opened and she sagged in the knees a bit and she softly said “Oh, fuck” as a guy about her age -mid 40’s- in a suit stepped into the elevator. He quickly turned to face forward. When we got to three, he got off and so did we. I have no idea what he was thinking, but I know if I were him I would have really wanted to just turn around and look. He did not however. since he had gotten out in front of us, he saw no more of her, and turned left down the hall. She grabbed my arm and said, “Stop”. We were still in the elevator alcove and couldn’t be seen from the hallway. “Hang on. I can barely walk. I’ve been coming since he got on the elevator.” I asked, kind of laughing, “So, Jane, how’s your fantasy going? Feel like a wh*r* yet?” No answer, and I started toward the hallway, holding her elbow. She was till shaking. As we turned into the hallway, 2 young fellows -probably early 20’s- were coming out of a door about 20 feet away wearing swim trunks. When they finally looked our way and saw the naked woman coming down the hallway they did NOT look away. They were neither particularly good looking nor well built. Jane just stopped and and was practically vibrating. IT was obvious she was coming again. To my surprise she said, well loud enough for almost anyone in the hallway to hear, “Oh, fuck. They’re looking at my tits and my c*nt!”. They were stone still, staring and looking a little uncomfortable. Jane leaned against the wall and spread her legs at the same time that she said, “I can’t help myself” and began rubbing her pussy. She was letting out little screams. I don’t think it went of for more than 20 seconds.

As she kind of collected herself, One of the guys said, “Man, does she do that often?” I laughed and said, “I don’t think so. She’s somebody else’s wife and I barely know her.” He replied “So how did you two meet?” Jane was still leaning against the wall but had her legs back together and was looking down rather than at the guys. I said that she was the friend of a fuckbuddy and just happened to show up when we were playing around: “Long story short, she said she had a fantasy of being treated like a wh*r*, so that’s what we’re doing.” He said, “So she’s like a swinger or something?” and I replied that she had never cheated on her husband until the day before. the talkative one then said, “So she just had this fantasy and you get to do her? How cool is that?” And then after a slight pause, direct to Jane he said, “I’m sorry we’re talking about you like you’re not even here.” Before she said anything I told him that her fantasy was to be like a wh*r*, so basically this isn’t about a relationship. “She’s getting off on being treated like an available c*nt.”

For the first time Jane initiated something. She looked at both of them and said, “You can look at my pussy again if you want.” She spread her legs again and I rubbed her pussy and then said, “I’m going to finger fuck you in front of strangers again you wh*r*.” As I pounded her c*nt with my fingers she said “Oh fuck, oh fuck, they can see me getting fingered”. Again this only went on for less than minute. the guy who hadn’t been talking much said, “What does she charge?”

I replied that she wasn’t actually a prostitute, she just got off onto role playing. He said, “Oh, I get it”. We continued to Jane’s room and the guys left, shouting and talking loudly. When we got back to the room, she tossed her dress in the corner and flopped back on the bed. she said, My god, I need a nap after that!” I asked how much more time we had, and she replied that she was good until three (It was around 1:00 at the time) . I told her, “I get that you need a nap but I really want to fuck you again. My guess is that this isn’t going to happen much, if ever again, and you have no idea how much I get off on fucking you.”

I said to her, “Do you want to do me a favor and feel like a really big wh*r*?” she replied, “I don’t think I could feel more humiliated and more like a wh*r* if I were on the street corner. But I’m guessing you want me to let somebody else touch me or do me, and I just don’t want that.” I said, “Nope. I want you to call your husband when my cock is inside you.”

She said, “My god, I guess I could feel more sl*tty than I already do. I’m not sure about that.” I figured that back to the role playing might get her there, so I said, “You already are a fucking wh*r*. You let anybody who passed see you naked and I’ve been using your fucking c*nt all weekend. I told you before I want to own that c*nt with my cock and I love knowing that somebody else thinks its all theirs. I want you to call him and tell him you cant wait to get home and get him into bed so he thinks about your c*nt while I fuck it.”

She said, “That would be so fucking hot, but you can’t make any noise.” I grabbed her cell phone off the desk and handed it to her, and then leaned her over the edge of the bed, telling her ”I’m going to fuck you from behind while you talk to him. When I tap you on the head, get off the phone, OK?” She nodded and was already dialing as I took my clothes off. By the time I was naked, she was saying, “Hi Ron. How are you?” I let them have a little conversation and then surprised her by running my fingers up her slit. She just shook a little in response. As they were talking she finally got around to saying, “Bet you miss me.” followed by a pause and then, “Yeah well may be it’s absence that does that. If you were here we could work on that.” I knew what they were talking about so I placed a hand on her shoulder so she knew what was coming, and slowly put the head of my cock between her pussy lips and then ran my cock all the way in quickly. I stayed fully in her for a few seconds and then began rhythmically fucking her, moving her on the bed. She said into the phone, “OK, I have to go. Shelly (sister?) and I are going to screw around this afternoon. I need to go.” then, “OK, bye” and she ht the off button on the phone. the second she did she practically yelled, “Take me with that big cock. Fuck, I’ve been coming all day and thinking I wanted a cock inside of me. Fuck my wh*r* c*nt!”

“So whose pussy is this, mine or Ron’s?” “It’s your fucking c*nt any time you want it. I love it when you call it my c*nt. Fuck my c*nt full of your come.” It went on like that for several minutes. When we were done, I was exhausted (my stomach muscles still ache!) and she looked completely wilted.

We cleaned up. Took a shower together, which felt great, and then she put on a robe and said she wanted to nap for a while. I thanked her profusely for hitting all my buttons, and she said, “I don’t know what to say. I’ve never come so much or so hard, and I’ve never been so excited in my life.”

It was pretty good for me, too!

Need to see her again, get her to let someone else play with her, maybe bring her best gf along to give to you as a present

Wow that's a hell of a weekend, and made for a hell of a story. Kudos

A little update.

I drove up to see J very early last Saturday. I had gotten there about a half hour earlier, and we were having coffee. I asked her how she felt, and she said that she was still in a little pain but doing much better. I said, "So, can I fuck you?", and the smiled and said, "Give me time to take a shower and you can." We sat around finishing the coffee and she was putzing around the kitchen. I jokingly said to her, "I've got a hard cock. You going to get ready to get fucked, or am I going to have to go look elsewhere?" At that moment we heard tires on her driveway. She got up to look and came back, saying, "Jane. You behave." I assured her I wouldn't and then asked if Jane had been over since that little incident. She said she had not, but they had talked on the phone a couple of times.

Jane came in, there was the normal burst of greeting and small talk, and she sat down with us as J refilled the coffee pots. I should point out that J has never been overtly bold or outrageous. One might describe her as being very "private" and reserved. What J has told me over the years about Jane would indicate that she too is normally reserved and conventional. And I am normally more than a little of the same myself. In other words, I had no expectation that the subject of sex was going to come up, and I certainly didn't intend to bring it up. Even though I have fucked them both, J was not aware of my couple of days with Jane, and Jane I suspect, was so out of character we were together that she would be embarrassed by talking about it in front of J. Talking to either one of them about sex was one thing; talking about it to them together, quite another.

I went out to check out the garden, and after a while Jane came out. I asked where J was and she said that she was taking a shower. I asked if she were OK. In kind of a questioning tone, she said "Sure". I said to her, "Look, I mean after what we did." She said, "Yeah, actually I am. It took a little while to kind of re-orient myself; the whole thing was so outrageous." I said, "So you don't regret it. I'm glad. I really didn't want to mess your head up." She kind of laughed and said, "Well, it was my idea, so it really wasn't your responsibility. But no I don't regret it at all."

The idea of coming on to her while J was in the shower was a little risky, but I get off on the risk factor, so I reached a hand over to her crotch and cupped her pussy in my hand through her jeans. I said to her, "Sorry , I couldn't resist", as she laughed and pushed my hand away. "Not in J's front yard, for Christ sake!"

"So where?", I asked. She laughed and said, “Well, it’s tempting. I’ve never come so much before in my life. God, I feel funny talking about this. But here’s the deal: if I just need to get laid, I can pretty much get that any time with my husband. I’m really not interested in just having sex with you. I wouldn’t mind having another experience like last time. Who am I kidding? I WANT another experience like last time. But I don’t really want to just get laid by some guy other than my husband just to get laid. Does that make sense?”

I said, “Yeah, I get that. Can’t blame a horny guy for trying, can you? So, just to remember what that was like, has he fucked you since we were together, or is mine the last cock that enjoyed your c*nt?” She said she wasn’t sure this was the time or place, and I replied, “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it. So, answer me: who was the last man to fuck you? She looked directly in my eyes and said, “Ron”, and I could tell from her expression and her breathing that she was getting into this again.

I stepped very close to her. Our faces were not six inches apart. I said, “It’s actually kind of hot to think that after you let me fuck you, he never even knew that the pussy he was in had been full of someone else’s come. I need to fill your c*nt again and own you like a wh*r*.” She was quiet but breathing differently and I could tell that she was seriously excited, but she calmed for just a minute and said, “Remember where we are.”

I replied by saying, “SO here’s the deal, wh*r*. She can’t hear us and she can’t actually see us. so this time when I put my hand on your pussy, you’re going to unsnap your jeans and let me finger fuck you. And you’re going to come, aren’t you” She breathed out the words, “Finger me now!”

A few minutes later, as she attempted to regain a little control over her knees, I said, Now that you’ve let me finger your sn*tch, we’re going to go back inside and finish having coffee with J. And eventually, when you’re driving back home, I’m going to be fucking the hell out of your best friend. Since I get off on the fact that when Ron screws you, you have to have the thought of a different cock that has been in you, you get to have this image: me fucking J’s bald pussy.”

When we got back to the house, J was in her robe, drying her hair in the kitchen. J said, “What were you two doing out there?” I debated: be honest, or be coy. I din’t think total honesty was a great idea, but I kind of wanted the discussion to move closer to the edge, so I said, “I was trying to talk Jane into fucking me.” J kind of laughed and said, “I don’t doubt it. I’ve told her about you before.” I said, You told her what a great fuck I am, right?” J laughed out loud and said, “Nope. I told her you’re a horny bastard. And that you have a big cock." I said, "Well, that's fair. I told her that you have a shaved pussy." J said, "No you didn't!"
I replied that I did indeed, and besides it was only fair, considering that a few weeks ago we'd both seen Jane with her pants at half mast, so she knew that Jane didn't shave, at which point Jane said, "hey, I didn't ask."

At that point I figured it was worth seeing what more I could negotiate, so I said, "Anyone up for a repeat?" J almost immediately said,"No! You've had your thrill. I'm not doing that in front of Jane or anyone else again. I thought I told you to behave.” I responded by saying that I wasn’t talking about J blowing me in front of Jane: “I had in mind jacking off in front of you two. It would be great for me since my second come is so much better than the first, so later on, when I fuck you it’ll be better.”

J said, “I can’t believe you’re talking about that while my best friend is here.” I responded by saying, “Look, forget about what you did last time, which by the way was amazing.” Getting into it a little, I said, “I want to jack my cock in front of both of you, and I want you two to watch me come.” I reached into my shorts and took out my heavy firm cock and stroked it a few times, saying “I want you two to see this.”

At that point it was going pretty much my way I thought. J then kind of looked at the elephant in the room, so to speak. She looked at Jane and said, “Did you ever have your little fantasy session?” Jane looked a little uncomfortable, and said, “I’m not sure what to say.”, to which J responded, “Look, Janey, I’ve known him most of my life, and one of the things I’ve always known about him is that he screws a lot of different women. For all I know he crawled out of someone else’s bed to get up and come here to have sex with me, and for all I know he’ll stop on his way home and talk a gas station attendant into blowing him behind the pumps. I don’t really care. And I don’t really care what you two have done. You and I have talked about sex before -hell we’ve talked about his dick-, so it’s not like its a big taboo subject. I just want to figure out where this is going right now.”

Jane responded to that by saying, “Well, yeah. I was down visiting my sister and we got together a couple of times and he let me live out one of my fantasies.”

J asked, “So you two had sex?” Jane replied, “I really have always had this kind of sexual fantasy, and . . .J, I really don’t want this to come between us. Are you sure it’s OK”

J responded by saying, “Yes, it’s OK. I mean I assume you guys had sex, and I’m fine with that. I don’t exactly want to hear the details, but, yeah, I’m one with it. I would hate to see you get messed up by it, but other than that, I’m good.”


What ensued from that was a game of truth or dare, about which, more later.

Knowing that J was not going to do anything like have sex with me with Jane around I thought that at least the conversation could be interesting. I said to the girls, “How about we kind of play Truth or Dare, except that you can opt out of a dare if you want to, with a penalty of three more questions that you must answer truthfully, before the game moves on?

The question went round for a bit, with everyone choosing “Truth”, during which nothing really surprising came up, although everything was sexual in nature. Eventually, when my turn came around, I asked J, “Name the las three men you’ve had sex with.? She choose “Dare”, and was instructed that she would strip and walk to her mail box, not covering herself or crouching, no matter what, get her mail, and calmly walk back. Now, her driveway is about a quarter mile long, and for the last 200 yards there were clear sightless down the road about a nearly a mile in each direction. There was also an occupied house about a quarter mile away. If anyone came down the road or was outside at her neighbors, she was going to be seen.

At that point, she asked to change her mind and take “truth”. We both agreed that she couldn’t change her selection once she had made it. We walked with her, and when she cleared the trees we could see about a half mile away, a car coming toward us. J instinctively started to try to cover herself, and I quickly told her that if she did that I would flag the car down, so she out her hands back at her side. I asked, “Do you recognize the car? she kind of whimpered, “Yeah. Probably” . As we continued it was very clear that the car had slowed and was timing it to drive at the end of the driveway when we did.

We wound up having a brief encounter with the husband of one of J’s friends who looked like he’d hit the jackpot for the day as his eyes kept sweeping across J’s nude body. J looked at him and said, “You tell anyone about this, and I’ll tell Deb about you trying to get me to go to bed with you.” He turned bright red, sand “No problem” and drove off to the house down the road. J later explained that she had asked if he would help her move some firewood, and he said he would only if she screwed him. She declined.

She completed her dare, and when her turn came she asked me to name three people she knew that I had had sex with. There were only two one of whom was Jane but the other was one of J’s family members, and it wasn’t a question I wanted to answer. Besides, I wanted to know what would come up for a dare. I choose dare.

She hadn’t thought through far enough to have something she really wanted me to do, and hesitated in coming up with a dare. Finally she said, “OK, Your dare is to walk to the mailbox and back naked” I said to her, “You’r not exactly being creative, you know.” as I stripped.

Since it was a beautiful warm day, stepping outside naked felt really nice, and with the slight breeze blowing it took very little time before I was nice and hard. We made it to the mail box and back with no cars having come by and stopped and said to the women, “OK, I’m now so horny that I don’t really want to play truth or dare any more.. “J said, Oh brother, here we go again. What DO you want to do? I said, “Take your pick. Get sucked, fuck some pussy. Jack off. All three.”

J responded by saying, “Well you already know I’m not doing anything in front of anyone else, so I vote for self-service: jack off in front of us” I looked at Jane, and then said, “OK you asked if we’ve had sex and you never got a straight answer. The answer is yes. I fucked her. I came in he mouth. Her fantasy was to be treated like a complete wh*r* and so within limits she did whatever I told her. I was even in her pussy while she was on the phone with her husband. So my next question is, would you be OK with it if I fuck Jane right here, right now?”

J answered that she’d never watched two people having sex, and it might be fun. She added, “I might get so turned on that you benefit from it later! But of course it’s up to Jane.”

Given what Jane had previously said about not wanting to just get laid, I expected a little resistance, and I got it. She turned to J and said, “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag, huh? I was afraid you’d think I was terrible for cheating on Ron, but it really wasn’t about just having sex or just cheating. I was SO turned on watching him jerk off before, and I’ve always been turned on by the idea of things like that that you’re just not supposed to do. So I wanted something like that for me. I mean, Ron calls it my vagina and asks to make love. And I love Ron very much, but it was so exciting to see this naked man masturbating and calling it my c*nt and my sn*tch, and saying he wanted to fuck. SO I thought I could tell him my fantasy of being talked to like a wh*r* and he wouldn’t think it was weird. Initially I thought I would just see him naked and watch him jerk off while he talked dirty to me. And I wanted to suck him. But then once we started I was so hot I could barely breathe. I wanted him inside, but I didn’t really intend to let him. But then I had an orgasm just from the release of tension when he came in my mouth. And then I let him put his fingers in me and I was coming just from his touch, and I just wanted him inside so badly. Too much information, huh?”

J laughed and said, “Nope. I get it. Not much is better than hot dirty sex.”

Jane continued, “since we’re being open about this, we talked earlier and I told him I don’t want to have sex with him just to get laid. I don’t want to just cheat on Ron. But, god that whole experience of not being in control and having him treat me like that and everything. I mean, he even made me ride an elevator naked in front of a stranger and he put his fingers in me while some guys watched. It was so exciting I thought my heart would pound out of my chest. I want THAT feeling again, but that’s different from just having sex” Turning to me she continued, “Does that make sense? I -God, this feels funny to say, but if I want to get laid Ron will make love to me. If I’m going to do anything with you, it has to be the whole experience from before, and I don’t think we can just do that out here in the middle of nowhere.”

I had a little plot. I asked her, “So we can get to your place in an hour? Where is Ron right now?

She replied a little hesitantly. “Ron is working. What time is it?” I replied that is was about 10:00 and she said, “He won’t get home until about 6:00, but I don’t think this is a good idea.”

I looked at J and said, “OK, this is how this works, so don’t be too freaked out, OK?” I then turned to Jane, and said, “Who asked you, sl*t? We’re going to drive to your house, and when we get there I’m going to take you to the bed where you sleep with your husband and I’m going to feel your tits and your pussy and your legs and your ass. I’m going to finger fuck you until you scream, and then I’m going to fuck you and I’m going to cum deep inside your c*nt. And I’m going to pull out of your c*nt before I’m done coming so that your husband will wind up sleeping on my come tonight. And when he gets home you're going to let him fuck that c*nt that he thinks is his, and he's going to get my come on his dick. Maybe he won't know it, but the c*nt is more because I say it's mine, you wh*r*.”

I expected a “no” but what I got instead was, “Oh my God, I don’t think I’ll make it all the way back.” I told her, “I can help with that. Before we get in the car, you get naked. I might want to finger fuck you on the way.” and then looking at J, “Speaking of hat, dirty sex, when I get back I think I want you to come to the door naked so I can look at your tits and c*nt. then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk. OK?

J walked up to me, practically filled my mouth with her tongue, rubbed my cock and then whispered, “Now that I’m horny, you’re going to leave, you bastard! You’d better be able to get it up when you get back!”

We were all near the back door, and I was still naked. And very hard. I looked at Jane and said to her, “Strip you fucking c*nt. And then walk up to the mailbox. I want that hairy sn*tch on display in case any body comes by. I’m going in and fucking J and then I’ll pick you up at the mailbox. As she took off her clothes and headed toward the driveway, she had that look again. I yelled at her, “If any men stop, let them feel you up wh*r*.”

I kind of laughed at J and said, “So, still horny” She said, “she can’t see us”, and quickly stripped off her shirt, bra and shorts. She got to her knees and sucked me for a minute and then said, “Fuck me now!”

J loves the full weight of a man lying on her. After I had come, I started to rise off of her, and she put her arm around my back and said in a trembling voice, “Not yet”. She was shaking: she doesn’t always come when we fuck, but when she does it is almost always when I come in her and it almost always seems to last a couple of minutes. This was one of those times.

When I finally got dressed and was leaving, I said, “Don’t forget, be named when I get back.”

Sorry about the typo's. there are several. the last line should say "naked" not named.

She was standing at the mailbox when I got there. She walked to the car slower than I expected, and when she got in I reached over and rubbed her pussy. Her breathing was ragged. As I drove away I asked, So Jane, did anyone get to feel you up? She said, “I really wanted someone to stop. It was like I had an excuse to let a stranger feel me because I didn’t say no this time. There were at least 5 pickups that went by. I think one of them was a kid, and two of them were women but no one stopped. The kid slowed way down, and I almost came just thinking he was going to stop and I was going to tell him he could feel me.”

For the almost one hour drive she was in the seat next to me naked. Because we were in a rural area, there weren’t a lot of cars, but on the other hand, we drove through 2 small towns with stop signs and a stop light, and in one case a 25 mph speed limit. We were in my SUV, so we were tall enough that not many could look down into the car, although a few of the trucks could, but everyone could see her tits. She was pretty much in a permanent state of excitement.

As we got near the town she lives in, she told me that she could not ride through town naked in a man’s car. We turned down a secondary road and pulled off 100 or so yards down the road.. Hrer clothes were in the back seat, and as she reached for them, I said, “Nope. Too easy. Hop out.” I grabbed her clothes and came to her side of the car. “Come on over here and hop up on the hood. Good, now spread your legs like a fucking wh*r* who doesn’t care who sees her big hairy c*nt.” She sat like that while I played around with her pussy lips until she said, “Oh God, I wish someone would drive down the road and see me”, followed by a fair amount of fast breathing and I knew she was coming again.

We got to her house, parked in the driveway, and went in. She said, “I’m really nervous.” I asked what the odds were of her husband coming home early and she said almost none, since he had an appointment in the Twin Cities at 2:00 and we were more than three hours from there. We were in her kitchen, and suggested we move to the bedroom and get naked. She was really hesitant, but at the same time she had that incredibly turned on, on the verge of coming look. As we entered the bedroom, I dropped my clothes and sat on the bed. I said to her, “Get over here and sit between my legs. I want you to see my cock and balls really close. You fucking wh*r*, you never thought you’d be looking at another man’s cock like this did you?” She shook her head and I said, “this is the room where you fuck your husband. Do you know what a filthy sl*t you are? Stick your face in my crotch. Get your lips on my balls and rub my cock around your face. Have you ever done that to your husband??

She kind of moaned and said, “Oh God, I love the way this feels. I’m your fucking wh*r*. Oh, fuck fuck fuck, I’m coming again. Goddammit I come so much when you do this.”

I pulled her face into my balls and rubbed her face in my crotch and then pulled her up and told her, “You get off on feeling dirty and like you’re doing things that are forbidden, Jane, and you’re getting your wish. I’m very serious when I say I don’t want you doing anything you’ll feel bad about so we can stop if you want.” She responded by saying, “I’m fine. I’ll be fine.”

I said, “Good, then get up here with me and spread your legs. You’re going to let me stick my cock in you on Ron’s bed. I’m going to fuck you full of my come until it’s pouring out the c*nt that you aren’t supposed to share with anyone but Ron.” She was crawling up onto the bed, and had that dazed, orgasmic look. “Spread your legs Jane. Open your pussy for me. Tell me what you want.”

“Oh god, I want you to put your cock in my dirty fucking c*nt. Fuck me”

“Are you coming”

“Uh huh. Three times so far. Oh, fuck. More. fuck me.

“When I’m done with you, you leave my come in you, and when Ron comes home, you fuck him. And I want you to think about what a fucking sl*t you are, to fuck your husband with your c*nt full of another man’s come. When he undresses I want you to think about what my cock looks like and what a wh*r* you are to be comparing your husband’s cock to some guy you barely know who OWNS your c*nt.”

She was shuddering and letting out little screams, and then as I came inside her she seemed to howl for several seconds. I just played there, recovering, and she slowly recovered herself. For all the role play, we were, at that moment, just a couple of people who barely knew each other. I actually felt a little awkward, because this really was another mans bedroom, and role-play aside, I really was on his territory and with his wife and In spite of all the talk, the pussy I just filled was his, and I knew it. I said to Jane, “You really going to do that?

She said, “If you mean let my husband have sex with me with your come in me, yeah probably. Right now it seems like a bad idea, but that’s pretty much because I’m drained. But when I have to decide to get cleaned up or play out that idea, my guess is I’ll be so turned on that it will seem like a very good idea.”

I said, “So, Jane, I’ve pretty much been treating you like a sl*t, and I really need to take a moment to tell you that I know that you’re probably nothing like that.” She said, “I know. Look, this stuff is the sexiest thing I can imagine. Other than very subtle jokes with the girls, sex in my life is about love. I’ve never known what it’s like for it to be just about sex. Period. I mean, I know guys check women out, and I appreciate a nice male form too, but nobody has ever asked me to put my body on display. Guys I’v known and even my husband tell me I look nice, but nobody just says, ‘show me your tits’ and I can’t imagine looking at a man and saying, ‘Why don’t you unzip so I can check out your dick?’ This has just been so new, and so exciting. But I have a really solid grip on reality, and I know what we’v been doing is what it is. I appreciate it and I really think I was lucky to run into someone who ‘got it’”

I laughed and said, “Says the lady who’s lying naked in bed, freshly fucked. But since you mention it, all role playing aside, not trying to treat you in any particular way, you’ve got great tits.” As I ran my hands over them, and then down to her knees and up the inside of her thigh, I said “Your pussy is gorgeous, and I love the fur. I played with her pussy for a bit.” She titled her head to me and kissed me, and said, “You know what? How about you and I go take a shower and then would you let me suck you off, and would you eat my pussy? No role play, I just want your cock on my lips and I want you to feel your lips on my pussy. And then I want you inside me again.”

Later, after many minutes of licking and sucking, she whispered, “I want you inside me.” I notice that she wasn’t in the hyper turned on, constant orgasmic state that I had seen repeatedly when we played. I said, “What brought this on?” She replied, “All the rest was playing and it was like I wan’t really even cheating on Ron. But I realized I want to know what it feels like to make love with another man. I don’t think we’ll ever do this again, but for right now this is what I want.”

An hour and a half later, a fully clothed Jane and I pulled back in to J’s driveway. Unlike the instructions I had given her, J wasn’t naked. (And I wasn’t really surprised. Playing submissive would be very out of character for her.) We got to her door and she came out into the yard. I said, “I thought you were going to be naked and waiting.” “You think I’m crazy? I knew she’d be back for her car, and I already told you, I’m not having sex in front of anyone else.”

J walked over closer to Jane and said, “You OK, Janey” Jane responded, “Oh God, am I ever OK. I’m not sure I left much for you, though.

J looked at me and said, “There you go, stud. I’ve always told you if you aren’t careful you’ll wear it out. Now look what you’ve done.” I asked if she she was OK with things, and she said, “Sure. You’ve screwed me half bowlegged as it is. Besides, I’m out here talking to you to warn you that I’ve got company. Shari showed up (Shari is her now 43 year old daughter and is that other person that she knows with whom I’ve had sex -her T or D question that I didn’t want to answer.)

We all went in and had some cookies and chatted, just as though nothing had ever happened. There were so many secrets around that table, that it’s a miracle that lightening didn’t strike us all. I wasn’t fucking J until about 15 years ago, but back when I was in my 30’s I was fucking Shari pretty much through her senior year in high school. Over the years since, every now and then I’ve asked her for sex and she’s never said no. He mother has no idea. Shari was a bridesmaid at Jane’s wedding. She probably knows that I’m fucking her mother from time to time, although I wouldn’t count on it, and I’m not about to ask either of them. She would have no reason to suspect that Jane was fucking me or anyone other than her husband and Jane clearly has no idea that as a horny guy in my 30’s I was banging the 17 year old daughter of my friend who happened to be her college classmate. And I’m pretty sure Shari would fall over dead if someone suggested that her mother had sucked me off while her classmate watched and fingered her pussy.


There's a bit of a post script to this: I needed to leave and head back home, and Jane had a bit of a drive as well. We went out to our cars together, and Jane stopped at my door long enough to tell me that I really shouldn't count on this happening again, and I pretty much believe she means it.

There's "counting on something" and then there's "allowing for something to happen." I think if you do the latter, it might well happen again anyway :)

Jane finally came back for more.

J was going out of town and asked me to look in on her place if I was up that way. Since I was going alone, I thought it might be a good opportunity to see if Jane was back to the straight and narrow. I planned to stay at J's for one night and since Jane lived about an hour away, figured I would call her the next morning and see what she was doing.

When I pulled into J's driveway Jane's car was there! She came out to greet me and asked what I was doing there. When I explained that J had asked me to look in on the place, she told me that she had gotten the same call, and had just decided that she would use the opportunity to get away to the country for a few days. She had arrived a couple of days before and was planning on staying a week. (Typical of J, she had not planned anything regarding house sitting and just figured she would ask a few people and it would take care of itself.)

It was a little awkward, and with no time to figure out an approach to engaging in her fantasy again, I was not prepared. I figured I'd just go into town and grab lunch and then head back. Jane insisted that she was just about to make a sandwich, and she could easily make two, so stayed for lunch.

I sat at the picnic table outside and waited for her to bring lunch and once again, figured that with nothing to lose, I may was well simply ask her for what I wanted. She opened the kitchen window, stuck her head out, and said, “I’ve got roast beef sandwiches, potato salad and a pot of coffee. Is there anything else you want?” While thinking that there certainly was something else, instead I just said, “No, I think that’s fine”, and she said, ”I’ll be out in minute.”

Now or never, I thought, as I stood up and stripped, putting my clothes on the hood of my car. I stroked my cock a couple of times, but it really wasn’t necessary: I got hard almost instantly thinking about what I was doing. When she came out with a tray with our lunch on it, she actually looked a little surprised as she said, “I wasn’t expecting that.”

As I walked over toward her, stroking my hard cock, I said, “Well, I thought I may as well have a good time, so I’m going to stand here and jack off in front of you.” I think I probably could have come very quickly, but I was enjoying it way too much to make it end. When I was right in front of her it was obvious that she was having mixed feelings. In retrospect I suppose that’s because her fantasy had been to be dominated and treated like a wh*r*. I was the one who found what I was doing exciting, not her. And I suppose that to her this resembled just ordinary sex play and that was not something she was looking for outside of her marriage. In any case, she looked a little uncomfortable.

When I was standing right in front of her, I reached out with my left hand and pulled her face to me and wiped my cock across her face and lips and said, “Here you fucking wh*r*, help me come on your face. Suck that cock.” She didn’t resist and as I pushed her head down and ran my balls across her lips she reached up for my cock and groaned. I knew I had her.

After I came she hesitated a moment and then said, “I know I shouldn’t be doing this. . .” I replied, “This? Fuck, this is nothing you wh*r*. I can think of a lot of things we can do that you really shouldn’t do. As soon as I get dressed, we’re going to go into town and see if we can pick someone up for you.” She looked like she was going to collapse and said, “I know I shouldn’t, but I love this. . .When you find someone, will you make me show myself to him?”

I said, “Will you?”, and she replied, “I can’t plan that. It’s so exciting, but I know I shouldn’t so I can’t plan it. But I really wanted to do this again. I don’t know, but we can try. But no still means no, and stop still means stop, OK?”

I told her the rules still applied, and I was thinking about what we could do to play out this scenario. There’s a casino about an hour away and I thought it offered pretty good possibilities, since it was a long way from upscale but it did have several bars and rooms were not expensive. She locked up the house and grabbed some clothes and we headed that way. The conversation on the way could have been any two friends just chatting until we got there. I registered for a room and as the young man behind the desk handed me the key cards, I said to Jane, well loud enough for him to hear, “Before we go to the bar, I want to go up and fuck you, OK?” I glanced at him and he looked as though he wished he could follow us. . .

In the elevator I told Jane that I really had just said that for the desk clerk’s benefit: “Not that I don’t want to fuck you, but I know this isn’t just about getting laid. This is about you acting like the town pump with strangers, so I really want to see if there was anyone at the bar.” I asked her to change into a skirt and blouse first, and to wear no underwear. As she got undressed and started to pick up the skirt I said, “First come over hear and spread your legs so I can see your pussy..” I slipped a finger not her and she was very wet.

We went down, and chatted with the bar tender for a while and eventually wound up talking to a fellow in his mid 40’s. He talked himself for a bit and then said, “So what about you and your wife? You come here often?” I introduced my self and said, “Jane’s not my wife. She’s married, but not to me. She’s my wh*r*.” Jane was turning bright red, and the fellow looked a surprised, shocked, and a little uncomfortable. I continued, “Look, it’s OK. Jane is a friend of a friend and it was her fantasy to be treated like a wh*r*, so I indulge her fantasy for her. “

Maybe it’s because I’m pretty much always horny and looking for opportunity, but I was a little surprised by his reaction. He looked really uncomfortable as he excused himself, and said, “You two have a good time. Time for me to go.” I was shocked. I just assumed that any man would at least be interested. I was thinking this trip was maybe not going to work out when a little ray of hope entered the picture in the form of two women in their 30’s I would guess sitting at the next table. I had barely noticed them talking quietly when one of them came over to our table and said to Jane, “Can I ask you something? I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I thought I heard something interesting. Did I hear right about your fantasy?” Jane turned a fairly bright red, and said, “Probably, but now I’m so embarrassed. It’s not like I want the world to know about it.”

The woman, it turns out, is named Sandy and her friend is Ann. And Sandy and Ann were at the casino looking for a sort of chance to cut loose and act a little unconventional. Sandy said that what she heard sounded like a “Fifty Shades-lite ” experience. She said that she wasn’t trying get in the middle of our thing, but just kind of wanted to hear about it. She was really addressing her conversation to Jane, and then she turned me and said, “I don’t want to give the wrong impression, but I don’t know anyone who does what you two are doing. Are you really not married?”

I told her we weren’t and looked at Jane and asked if she minded if I continued. She said, “I guess a this point it doesn’t matter.” turning back to Sandy she said, “I am married, but my husband doesn’t know anything about this. It’s something I had always fantasized about, and then he came along. “ Sandy asked how we met and Jane explained that I knew her best friend J and had been at her house when she came over once. I broke in to tell her that the day we met, I was acting out a fantasy of my own and she happened to show up.

Ann said, “So it was your fantasy to have a woman you could treat like a wh*r*?” As I looked at her I was instantly turned on because of the way she was dressed. She had on a light summer dress that came to about halfway down her knee, and medium dark hose. It almost instantly reminded me of a girl who was responsible for some of my first sexual experiences. I responded to her by changing the subject: “Not exactly. Can I ask you a question? Are those panty hose, or thigh-highs?”

She said, “Pantyhose. Not very sexy, huh?” I said, “Depends on your perspective. The first time I ever felt a girl up it was through dark pantyhose like those, so looking at your legs seems pretty sexy to me.” She said, “Wow, you’r not exactly shy, are you?”. I thought I probably needed to be a little more circumspect, so I backed off a bit and said, “I wasn’t trying to be offensive, just reminiscing. . .” About then Jane laughed and said, “trust me when I tell you, he isn’t shy. The day I met him, within about 10 minutes, without saying a word, he just stood up and took off his clothes!”

Sandy said, “Sounds like fun! So what was that all about? Where were you?” Started to explain, and I broke in to say, “You’re right: I’m not shy. My fantasy was to jack off in from of a woman I didn’t know. I didn’t know Jane, so I just stripped and got on with it.” Sandy said, “sorry I missed that.”, and I started thinking about how I could work with that thought on her part.

A few drinks and a fairly wide ranging conversation ensured. My mind never got far away from sex and I was fairly sure their didn’t either. I couldn’t stop thinking about ways to get my hand between Ann’s legs and I was torn between that and wanting to just spontaneously strip in front of the two clothed strangers, and jack off for them. While I was going over in my mind ways to get somewhere with them, I don’t think I heard more than a fraction of what they were saying. I suddenly became aware that Jane was bumping my arm and I heard her say, “Are you listening at all?”

I quickly apologized and confessed that my mind was elsewhere. Sandy smiled and said, “Really? No kidding? Bet I can guess where!” At that point Jane laughed and said, “Yeah, I asked him once if it was true men think about sex every 15 minutes, and he corrected me and said it was every 15 seconds, I think for him it’s more like he never stops!”

They laughed and then Ann leaned forward with her elbow on the table and her chin in her hands and said, “So tell us. What were you thinking about?” So I was right: they really did have a little sexual adventurism in them. They were practically inviting me to be straight forward with them and that seemed like a perfect opportunity to be direct and explicit. In other words dirty.

I leaned back and said, “Well, to be honest I’v been thinking that I would like to jack off in front of you two, which is why, if you look, you’ll notice that my cock is fairly hard. And then I’ve been thinking about the pantyhose covering your legs, and how much I’d like to put my hand on your leg.”

Ann smiled and said, “Sounds interesting. Too bad we’re not somewhere more private.” I took a quick glance around, didn’t think anyone could actually see us, and leaned over toward Ann, put my hand on her knee, and said, “If you don’t stop me I’m going to run my hand all the way up between your legs. We’re supposed to ask permission these days: can I feel your pussy?” She exclaimed, “Whooo! You’re right: he’s not shy!” I moved my and a little higher up, now just under the edge of her dress and said, “So, are you going to stop me?

In response she spread her legs and I moved my hand slowly up until I was touching one very damp pussy. I rubbed her a little and she just looked dazed. Sandy half whispered, half said, “Go Annie!” After a couple of seconds, Ann leaned back, pushed by arm down her leg and closed her legs, while saying, “You have to stop. My God! I didn’t think you’d do it.” I said, “Problem?” and she answered, “Yeah, you were going to make me come.” I replied, “The object is pretty much to make you come”, and she responded, “Not here in the bar!”

I stood up, looked at Jane, and asked, “Do you mind if I invite these two back to our room?”

fucking hot

Excited to hear how this turned out, and how the 'girl on the beach' that you complimented turned out.

WOW
 

I hope you continue...so fucking hot

Karlhein, the girl on the beach is very much around. We have something of a "don't ask, don't tell" agreement. She knew when we got together that I was fucking other women, but she doesn't want to KNOW that I fuck other women. (She actually said, early on, "I doubt you'll have the energy for other women when I'm done with you." She's pretty close to right about that.

I’d love to be able to tell you Jane said, “Sure” and I got fucked by all three. It did not exactly work that way. Sandy pulled Ann away for a minute and when they were done talking, Sandy said, “You know, it sounds really interesting, but I’m not sure when push comes to shove that I can really follow through. To be honest, I never considered that we’d wind p doing anything together. It was more like I thought we might each find a guy.”

She was apologetic and I told her there was no need: “To be honest, we didn’t come here for me to pick up women in the first place. We came here to play with Jane’s fantasy. It’s just that I’m kind of an all purpose horndog, so I tend to get carried away and look for opportunities. Hell, I KNOW I’m going to get laid before it’s over, so it’s no big deal.”

One of them asked to know more about what we’d done, and how it all came about and so forth, and we (mostly I) related most of what is posted here, although not in narrative, and consequently not with same level of detail. Nonetheless, two things were obvious from the conversation: the public nudity and maybe the domination aspects were interesting to Ann and Jane was getting excited.

Eventually I said that I really wanted to check out the gaming floor and see if there were any prospects for embarrassing Jane by treating her like a complete wh*r*. Jane said she needed to use the restroom and Sandy went with her. Ann and I just chatted for a little bit, and then I thought I test the waters a bit. “Your c*nt was wet when I was feeling you up. I’d love to show you my hard cock and jack off or you: any chance?”

With a very sincere look on her face she said, “God, I’d love that. I’m so horny right now. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this. But Sandy wasn’t alone in not wanting to do a group thing. If you were here alone, this could get interesting.” I told her that I certainly wasn’t going to abandon Jane, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get away from her, and I asked, “If I took you away for a little but, would Sandy be OK with that?” She said that was not a problem; if anything Sandy would be jealous, but that she didn’t want to mess up Jane’s deal. I told her that if she wasn’t serious I needed to know, because otherwise as soon as the other two got back, we were going to do this. She agreed.

When Sandy and Jane came back to the table, I said, “OK a little change of plans. Ann and I are going to be gone for no more than an hour. You two can sit here and drink on me if you’d like. Jane, you probably ought to check in with your husband, and this would be a good time to do that. Just remember, you fucking sl*t, that after you’re done talking to him, the next cock that get’s in your c*nt won’t be his. Oh, and make sure you keep your skirt up high enough and your legs spread enough hat the bartender sees your pussy. I’m going to go over there and tell him he can look.”

Jane turned bright red and it was obvious that she was enjoying things. Sandy said, “You’re not!?” I told her that indeed I was, since a part of Jane’s thing is being sl*tty. I kind of laughed and said, “On the other hand, my goal right now is a little different. We’ll be back”

As we got to the elevator I asked Ann, “You nervous?” She simply said “Uh huh”. I told her that when we were talking she seemed to like hearing about the public nudity thing. She replied that the risk sounded really exciting, but she didn’t think should could do it. As we got to the room, I said, “The risk really si exciting. So is just being naked in front of a stranger. That’s pretty much why I want to jack off in front of you when you’re fully clothed. But I think you should try it too, and I really want to see you naked. With a look of discomfort and disbelief she said, “You don’t mean out here?!”

“Oh yes I do. But I’ll compromise. How about in the open doorway? Just take off your clothes, walk out into the hallway and then right back in if you want” It was obvious that she was at once, intrigued by the new experience, excited by the idea, and very, very nervous about actually doing it. “What are you going to do?, she asked

I said, “Tell you what, me first. Do you want to see my cock? Want to watch me jack off and come for you?” I unlocked the door and reached around to throw the bold and block it from closing completely, and then quickly stripped in the hallway, with Ann no more than a foot away. I tossed my clothes in the room. She stepped back a little and was looking intently at my hard cock, and said, “This is just so cool! I can’t believe you’re doing this. I can’t believe I’m watching!”

I was half listening for elevator bells and the sound of an opening door, and while my heart was pounding and the adrenalin was pumping, I was just distracted enough that I could easily hold off getting near coming. I asked her if she like watching and she nodded and mumbled: it was clear as crystal that she was getting hot, and I didn’t have to come in my hand. I stopped stroking, and said, “OK, your turn. Let’s go in the room for a second.” She asked, “Don’t you want to come?” I said, “You have no fucking idea! But I want this to last, and I also want to see you naked.

We entered the room, and I asked if she was ready to take a short naked stroll into the hallway? She answered with a nod and said, “OK, but don’t you dare close that door when I go out.”

I said, “No problem, I’ll even give you a key so that if it were to close you aren’t stuck. I don’t want to play pranks on you. To tell the truth, I just want to get you naked.” She said, again, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. How should I start?”

I replied, “HEre’s what I’d like: I’d like to feel you up and then take your dress off of you, and then feel you up some more. I want to hold your tits and then your legs, all the way up to your pussy. and then I want to take those things off of you. Once I’ve stripped you, I want you to go out into the hallway, and once we’re out there, I want to feel your bare tits and pussy.”

She reached for one of my hands and rubbed it on her tits, and the game was on! As I undressed her and felt her up, she grew progressively shorter of breath and at the point when I removed her pantyhose and her thong, she said, “for God’s sake let’s get this over with or I’ll fuck you right here!”

I opened the door and we stepped into the hallway. We made it no more than a couple of steps and she was positively vibrating with excitement. She said, in a stage whisper, “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Anybody could catch us!” As she said that she was half crouched and had her arms somewhat covering her. I told her to lay down and she said, “I’m not going to do you out here!”

I didn’t have that in mind, and told her so: “I’m not going to fuck you out here, I just want yo to lay down and spread your legs wide so that your c*nt is completely exposed.” That lasted no more than ten seconds at which point she got back up, grabbed my hand and went back into the room. Once we were inside, she sat on the edge of the bed and and started talking a mile a minute about how exciting it was and how she had never done that before. I looked at my watch and realized that we needed to get back to the bar soon, and told her so. I began stroking my cock again, and said, “We have to get back, but I have got to come first.” She reached forward, and for the first time touched my cock, and said, “I think I can take care of that.” She pulled me toward her and as she slid back on the bed and opened her legs for me, I fucked into her in one long stroke. I knew I was not going to last forever, as she locked her legs behind my back and began loudly saying, “Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh, fuck”. with my face near her ear I said, “Can I come in your c*nt?” She said, “Fuck my pussy. Fuck it.”

I took that as a yes.

super hot

And...??? Great story, but what happened to the rest of the story? Whether with Ann or Jane? Or even Sandy?

Jane's fantasy is not so out there and many women if not most have some fantasies of throwing off the yokes of convention and propriety and being ravaged, exposed to others, treated like a "sl_t" or "wh*re" - as long as the situation would remain within the safe parameters of whatever they envisioned. Most people want / need to feel the excitement which so often fades away in most long term relationships.