THE HAUNTED HOUSE

It was Halloween night and my wife Cathy and I had 
made plans to attend a costume party that was put 
together by a couple of guys that I worked with. We 
went a few days earlier to see about getting some 
costumes and I decided that I would go as the "Phantom 
of the Opera". My wife was having a hard time finding 
something that she liked.

Finally she went with a Mardi Gras type of outfit that 
had a mask that covered her face down to her mouth. 
The satin dress looked like a classic grown that you 
would wear to the king’s ball except for the fact that 
instead of a full length to the floor it was very 
short.

She also wore a blond wig done up high with lots of 
curls. On Halloween when she came out ready to go I 
could hardly recognize this very erotic woman. In all 
our 15 years of marriage I had never seen her dressed 
so sexy. 

She couldn’t wear a bra because the top of the dress 
had a lace up front and was made to push the boobs up 
high to the point of almost bursting from the confines 
of the dress. You could see her bare chest between her 
breasts through the lacing.

She finished off with a pair of white hold up thigh 
high stockings and heels. She was absolutely gorgeous 
and so sensual at the same time. I still couldn’t 
believe that she was going out dressed like this but I 
sure wasn’t going to complain. 

As we drove to the party I couldn’t help looking over 
at this sexy woman. Sitting down the dress rose so 
high that you could see the tops of her stockings, I 
began to wonder what panties she was wearing 
underneath.

Well the party was a lot of fun and we both were 
feeling pretty good from the few drinks that we had. 
Cathy was a bit more drunk than I and I couldn’t help 
notice all the guys flirting with this sexy woman. She 
was one of the older women there at forty two but she 
was also the hottest.

Around ten o’clock we felt it was time to go. She was 
drunk and I was horny. I couldn’t wait to get her home 
for a much needed night of sex. We said our goodbyes 
and she got quite a few hugs from some of the guys all 
getting to feel her tits pushed up against them.

The strange thing was that instead of being jealous I 
was getting turned on by all these guys lusting after 
my sexy wife. From the flush of her cheeks I could 
tell that she too was getting some arousal from all 
this hugging.

On the drive home Cathy was a bit giddy, talking and 
laughing about different things at the party. When I 
mentioned how all the guys couldn’t stop looking at 
her costume and especially her tits she laughed again 
and said that some of them weren’t even very discrete 
about the fact that they were staring at her tits. 
Then she said it wasn’t their fault, they were just 
being guys.

That was very unlike my prudish wife. It almost seemed 
like she might have enjoyed the attention. I just 
chalked it up to the drinks that she had. During our 
marriage I had never once heard her defend the horny 
goings on of men.

Just then looking out the window Cathy saw that there 
was a haunted house going on in the fairgrounds and 
she wanted me to pull in so we could go. Neither one 
of us had ever been to one of these events always 
figuring it was just for the kids, but tonight Cathy 
almost seemed like a kid anxious and excited about 
Halloween.

As far as I was concerned I just wanted to get her 
home to fuck but this was a very different woman 
tonight and I was excited and curious to see where all 
of this would lead. I asked about her costume and she 
just said that it would be so much fun, because no one 
would know who she was. Now I was really intrigued.

As we got out of the car I could see that she was a 
bit wobbly on her feet and I reached for her hand to 
steady her a bit. The heels didn’t help to make things 
any easier. I paid for the tickets and we headed 
inside. There were actually three different haunted 
areas in the different fairgrounds buildings.

The first one we entered was meant for the younger 
children. It wasn’t very scary, just fun with some 
Halloween monsters and such. Lots of fog and not too 
dark which is how I noticed that quite a few father’s 
had taken a notice of my wife. Being Halloween most 
everyone was in some sort of costume but none as hot 
as Cathy.

At one point we had to head up a flight of stairs and 
as we got towards the top Cathy tripped up in her high 
heels and fell forward catching herself with her hands 
on the steps above. It happened so fast that I 
couldn’t do a thing to stop her, but I quickly reached 
down to try and help my laughing wife back up to her 
feet.

She was laughing so hard I couldn’t get her to stand 
and I looked down the stairs hoping we weren’t 
blocking traffic. Just below us were a father and his 
two young sons who were focused on pulling themselves 
up the stairs by using the railing, but the father was 
totally focused on what was happening up above him on 
the stairs.

 I knew from his position below us, that he was 
getting a very good look up my wife’s very short 
dress. My first thought was to try and get her up with 
a bit more urgency, but then I suddenly changed my 
mind when I felt myself getting aroused at the thought 
that some stranger was seeing my wife’s cute ass and 
panties.

I slowly tried to help my laughing wife while trying 
to get a peek at what the father was doing. He had 
squatted down as if to adjust something on one of his 
son’s costume but the whole time he was slyly watching 
Cathy’s ass. Just when I turned my attention back to 
Cathy I saw the flash go off.

That asshole had taken a picture up my wife’s dress 
and just as I was starting to get angry I realized I 
was now hard as a rock. Up until tonight I had always 
been a bit protective of Cathy, even a bit jealous if 
a guy got too close but this costume of her’s was 
giving the both of us a whole different attitude. I 
finally got her to her feet and we finished our 
journey up the stairs.

When we got to a place where we were away from the 
crowd I jokingly told her of the guy on the stairs and 
that I thought he had snapped a picture. Her reaction 
wasn’t quite what I had expected. She put her hand to 
her mouth as if in a bit of shock or fear and then she 
suddenly burst out laughing again just saying oh my 
god.

We continued through and when we had to go down a 
different set of narrow stairs I led the way. Suddenly 
I heard Cathy behind me saying to wait a minute. 
Looking back I now saw that she had stopped towards 
the top of the stairs and had turned around to put one 
foot on the step above and was adjusting something 
with her high heel.

I now got the shock of my life. Looking up I could 
clearly see all the way up Cathy’s sexy stockings to 
her gorgeous rear, but what shocked me the most was 
that I was staring at my wife’s naked ass. With one 
foot up on the step I could even see her little 
rosebud and her pouting lips peeking out from between 
those luscious cheeks.

It quickly hit me that this was the picture that the 
father had taken of my wife. Now my cock was ready to 
burst and just as I was adjusting myself in my pants 
Cathy turned around and caught me. Behind that mask I 
could see those sexy eyes smiling down at me knowing 
that she had me totally aroused.

Coming down the stairs she reached for my hand still a 
bit unstable. Once we got outside the building I 
guided her to a fairly darkened area and pulled her in 
for a kiss that was filled with more passion than I 
had felt in a long time. Her hand came down between us 
and squeezed my hard cock through my pants as I 
reached behind her to run my hand over her naked ass. 

My fingers caressed even further to the point that I 
could feel her pussy and it was now wet with arousal. 
We broke the kiss and began to laugh again at all that 
had transpired so far. I took her hand and we headed 
off towards the next building.

There was a bit of a line waiting to get in and it 
seemed as if they were having people go in groups of 
about six or seven at a time. When our turn came we 
had two teenage boys wearing rubber monster masks 
ahead of us and a young couple behind us. It was a lot 
darker inside than the first building and of course it 
was meant to be scarier.

You could hear the screams of women at different times 
because all along the way there was something or 
someone who would pop out to scare their victims. The 
walkway was very narrow with walls on either side so 
we had to walk in a single file. I had pushed Cathy 
ahead of me thinking that if she were to stumble in 
her drunkenness I would be able to hold her up.

It was loud inside with all the monster sounds and 
eerie music so you couldn’t really talk to each other. 
At one point a Freddy Kruger leaped out and the 
teenage boys jumped back and bumped into Cathy which 
pushed her back into me. In the flashing light I could 
just make out that Cathy had her arms around the boy 
in front of her trying to keep him from falling.

With the next flash of light the boy was now moving 
forward and as Cathy started to move I saw him look 
back at her. Moving on I began to wonder about the boy 
and if he had been looking at Cathy’s tits.

Next we moved into a small room that was completely 
filled with long strips of some sort of cloth hanging 
down from the ceiling. It was pretty dark and as we 
began to move though I heard Cathy give a little 
scream of surprise but she kept moving. It was kind of 
a maze and you could hit a dead end and have to back 
track to go the right way.

At one point the boys must have hit a dead end and 
Cathy and I stopped just behind them and realizing 
what was going on I turned and began to lead the way 
back. The couple that had been behind us was nowhere 
in sight so they must have found the right exit.

I heard Cathy give another little scream and then she 
laughed as she grabbed a hold of my Phantom cape from 
behind. I was just about to turn out of our dead end 
to get to the exit when I felt her pull me to a stop. 
Turning to see what was wrong I suddenly felt Cathy 
move up into me and put her arms around my neck and 
pulling me down into one of her passionate kisses.

I was really surprised when I actually felt her moan 
with pleasure as her tongue slid out to play. I 
quickly wondered about the boys behind us so I turned 
our heads a bit and could just make out theirs shapes 
right behind my wife.

With her next moan I knew something was going on and 
again my cock sprang up tenting out my pants. The next 
thing I know is I’m feeling a hand slide between our 
chests and I realize that one of these kids is getting 
a feel of my wife’s tits and she is doing nothing to 
stop him.  

Suddenly she breaks the kiss and moves around me to 
head out towards the exit grabbing my hand to drag me 
with her. I am so glad that I was behind her as we 
came into the open because my cock was so hard I 
thought it would bust my zipper. I hid behind Cathy 
and my cape as she pulled us away and off to the side 
of the building where she stopped and gave me another 
kiss.

When she pulled away I could see that her cheeks 
looked very red and flushed but not from her makeup. 
At that moment I could tell that what those boys did 
had aroused her very much. Looking down I noticed that 
the lacing of her top was undone and I knew that one 
of the boys had gotten a good feel of her naked tits 
and nipples. 

As she looked up I could see that the eyes behind the 
mask were a bit glazed over so I asked her if she was 
having a good time. With a devilish grin Cathy took my 
hand and pulled it down and under her dress until I 
was touching her very wet pussy. I had never seen her 
so excited before, especially not out in public like 
this.     

When I hit upon her clit Cathy’s whole body seemed to 
shudder as she pushed her lips to mine and moaned her 
pleasure. I still couldn’t believe this was my prudish 
wife allowing me, wanting me to play with her out in a 
public place.

As she was getting more and more aroused I had to 
know. I had to know what those boys had gotten away 
with in the haunted house. Breaking our kiss I leaned 
in close to her ear and whispered.

“What did those boys do to you?”

Another moan and she answered.

“They were touching me.”

I knew they had felt her tits but I wanted to hear her 
say it. Slipping two fingers up inside her wet opening 
I asked her.

“Where did they touch you?”

I felt her hips respond to my fingers as she gave me 
the answer.

“One of them was touching my ass and between my legs.” 
Again she thrust her hips forward trying to get my 
fingers as deep as possible.

“The other one was feeling my tits.”

I was ready to explode at the thought of those two 
young boys with their hands all over my hot wife. We 
have always had a good sex life but as I’ve said Cathy 
was very much a prude so to have her behaving in such 
sexy, slutty way was just too incredible to believe.

Just then I heard a loud group of kids coming and I 
pulled my hand from under Cathy’s dress just in time 
as they came around the corner of the building. 
Another moan of frustration escaped her lips as my 
fingers left her short of her desperately needed 
orgasm.

As the kids passed by I took Cathy’s hand and pulled 
her towards the haunted house that we had yet to go 
through. Because it was getting late there wasn’t any 
line so we just walked right up to the entrance. Just 
as we got inside I looked back at Cathy and saw the 
same two boys still in their masks running up to the 
entrance.

I knew what they had on their horny young minds, which 
was the same thing as I did, but I didn’t know what 
Cathy would think. As we kept moving forward I told 
her that her two friends were coming up behind us but 
she didn’t seem to mind at all. She never even looked 
back.

This haunted house had much more in the way of 
gruesome bloody scenes so you moved through at a much 
slower pace, stopping each time you came to a 
different setting. As we paused at the first scene I 
felt Cathy squeeze up behind me and wrap her arms 
around my waist.

Suddenly I felt her jump a bit as if she had been 
startled and then I heard a small moan escape her 
lips. I knew one of the boys must have touched her. 
The next thing I know is she is pushing me forward, so 
I began to move ahead out of her arms but taking her 
hand so that she would stay up with me.

When we got to the next scene I stopped and Cathy 
moved up behind me again wrapping her arms around my 
waist. I could almost feel the tension in her body as 
I knew that she was desperately waiting for another 
touch from our young friends.

Again I felt her jump but this time instead of pushing 
me forward I felt her hips move back as she slid one 
of her hands down the front of my pants. Wrapping her 
fingers around the base of my hard cock she pulled up 
and then worked back down. 

Looking back behind me I could see just the top of 
Cathy’s head as she leaned against my back and right 
behind her in the darkness was the two boys. Knowing 
that these boys had their fingers in my wife’s pussy 
and that she was now almost encouraging them was 
almost enough to send me over the edge.

Suddenly she pulled her hand off my throbbing cock and 
again pushed me forward so grabbing her hand I moved 
on.  At the next scene we could hear that there were 
now another group of people coming up behind us so 
Cathy just pushed me past without stopping so we could 
get some separation from this new group. I was sure 
that her young friends would follow.

Cathy was laughing as we almost ran past another scene 
and then we were suddenly into a completely darkened 
hall way. Another bunch of things dangling from the 
ceiling made Cathy scream but the whole time you had 
to feel your way through because of the darkness.

At one point I felt an opening in the wall with a 
curtain and a chain going across to keep people out. I 
figured this must be one of the places where some 
monster would be waiting to jump out and scare people 
but being as it was so late they must have gone off 
duty.

Stopping Cathy, I quickly felt for the end of the 
chain and unhooked it. Stepping into the little alcove 
I backed up to the wall pulling Cathy with me and then 
turning her so that she was facing out. Her sexy butt 
was now pressed against my aching cock.

Just then she jumped and I knew that our young friends 
had again caught up with us but this time with Cathy 
facing them they would have a lot more to explore. 
There was only room for the two of us so the boys 
would be standing half in and half out of the small 
alcove.

A small squeal of pleasure escaped Cathy’s lips as she 
pressed her whole body back into me. Suddenly I felt 
her hands reach back to find my cock in the darkness. 
I couldn’t see a thing but when I felt her pull on my 
zipper I wrapped my arms around her moving up to touch 
her tits.

I shouldn’t have been surprised but I had never even 
imagined myself being in this situation of finding 
someone else fondling my wife’s breast. The young hand 
was working up and over her tit on the outside of her 
dress. Not knowing how far Cathy would be willing to 
go I reached up and began to slide her dress off one 
shoulder. 

With her hands back behind her pulling my hard cock 
out of my open zipper the top of the dress came down 
on one side. Feeling my way to the front I gently 
pulled her dress over the breast that the kid had been 
fondling and again I heard her moan as he now had full 
access. 

Just then we could hear the laughter of the other 
group coming down the pitch black hallway. Everyone 
seemed to freeze in place waiting for them to pass. I 
knew they would not be able to see anything, but the 
two boys were still standing a little into the 
hallway. 

Just as the group was going past they must have run 
into the boys and one of the girls screamed. I guess 
they all thought this was a planned spot for a scaring 
as they all ran screaming and laughing past us.

Reaching up to the other shoulder I pulled the dress 
completely off both of her beautiful tits. As I cupped 
one breast and pulled on the hardened nipple I wanted 
even more of this sensual, sexual woman. How far would 
she go?

With my other hand I reached down and took one of her 
hands off my cock and brought it around to the front 
of her touching the boy’s hand that was now playing 
with her nipple. I could feel her tense slightly as 
she made contact. Slowly I moved her hand up his arm 
then over his shoulder, up his neck to the back of his 
head.

It took very little coaxing from me to get her to pull 
his head to her chest and when she squeezed my cock I 
knew he was sucking on her stiff sensitive nipple. 
Another moan and I took my hand off her tit to reach 
down under her dress. Touching her ass first I ran my 
hand over her bare cheek then around her hip and down 
between her legs.

Again I was too late as the other boy had his fingers 
exploring but when he felt the touch of my hand he 
jerked back. At this point I think Cathy was so 
aroused that all she wanted was to feel the pleasure 
of cumming and it didn’t matter who was helping her to 
get there.

Taking her other hand off my cock I could feel her 
reaching out on her own to bring the boy’s fingers 
back to play between her legs. At this point I decided 
to take things even further. Lifting her dress up from 
behind and slid my cock up between her legs and into 
her very wet and aroused pussy.

I could almost picture the sensual red lips of her 
open mouth when she moaned in pleasure. I began to 
slowly push in and out trying to prolong that pleasure 
for as long as possible. 

In complete darkness with the eerie sounds of 
Halloween enveloping us I was being driven by some 
hidden perverted lust to push past all our sexual 
taboos. With a slow deep thrust I reached up and took 
Cathy’s hand and started to slide it from behind the 
boy’s head while he continued to suck her nipple.

I moved her hand down his chest and when we got to his 
stomach she stopped. Again I pushed deep into her from 
behind and her resistance faded. With just a slight 
push of my hand she continued the sexual journey that 
ended with her fingers touching this kid’s hard cock 
through his jeans.

I swear the moan that I heard came from the young boy. 
With my hand still covering hers I began to move it 
over the bulge that I just knew was ready to bust his 
jeans. Another deep thrust and I put her fingers on 
the boy’s zipper. Without hesitating I felt her 
fingers working to pull it down and then her own lust 
took over as she reached in and freed the hard boy 
cock.

As she began to stroke him I reached around and took 
her other hand on the same journey down the other 
boy’s chest all the way to his crotch. She needed no 
coaxing this time as she quickly worked to free his 
throbbing boyhood.

Not being able to see actually made this whole scene 
so much more erotic. Here I was fucking my wife in a 
public place while she was jacking off two teen boys 
while they played with her tits and pussy.

At that moment another hidden fantasy suddenly pushed 
its way to surface in my dirty mind. I had no control 
as I felt my hands move up over Cathy’s back and come 
to rest on her shoulders. Gently pushing down She gave 
way to the pressure and began to bend forward at the 
waist.

I had to stop thrusting fearing that I would cum now 
that I realized this was actually going to happen. I 
kept the downward push until she was bent completely 
forward at the waist in front of the two boys. 

Again it seemed as if everyone suddenly froze in place 
waiting for what would happen next. Running my hands 
up her neck and then grasping the sides of her face I 
gently guided her down to where I knew a hard cock 
would be waiting.

I felt her jaw moving to open and then I heard the boy 
groan. My wonderful prude wife was now sucking on a 
complete stranger’s cock. On her own I felt Cathy 
begin to move up and down this kid’s rod and I began 
to thrust up into her again.

It seemed like only seconds that I heard a loud moan 
come from the kid and I knew that he was shooting his 
load. Was he cumming in her mouth? Was she swallowing? 
I had no idea as this was something that she had never 
done for me.

I could feel him pushing her back towards me as he 
kept grunting and grinding out his load. The kid must 
have been saving up because I can’t remember the last 
time it took me that long finish shooting a load.

My hands had moved back to Cathy’s shoulders as I 
increased my speed fucking her from behind. I could 
feel when she shifted from one boy to the other and 
was now sucking his cock. With my eyes straining to 
see anything in the dark I was getting close.

Again her head began moving up and down the boy’s cock 
as I felt my dick begin to swell ready to shoot deep 
into my wife. Suddenly I felt Cathy begin to shudder 
and then I heard her moan as she started to orgasm. 
Another grunt and I knew this kid was now shooting his 
load down my wife’s throat.

I could take no more as I slammed hard into my wife’s 
rear driving my spurting cock as deep as it would go. 
That deep thrust brought even more moans of pleasure 
from my wife as her orgasm washed over her with wave 
after wave of pure sexual pleasure.

I could tell that she was now moaning from an open 
unobstructed mouth but the kid was still groaning with 
his pleasure. I had no time to think as I was in 
heaven slowly finishing one of the best sexual moments 
of my life.

After what seemed like an eternity I felt Cathy 
straighten up and I pulled my still hard cock from her 
dripping pussy. I could feel her moving to pull her 
dress back up over her breasts and onto her shoulders 
as I quickly tried to tuck myself back into my pants.

I could hear movement in front of us which I assumed 
was the two boys getting themselves together and then 
they were gone. I whispered to Cathy if she was ready 
to leave and she grabbed my hand as we made our way 
out of the little alcove.

We both heard more people coming up from behind us and 
I felt Cathy speed up to get away. We passed all the 
rest of the exhibits without even stopping and got to 
the exit as fast as we could. Once outside we began to 
walk hand and hand back towards the parking lot and 
our car.

I couldn’t look at Cathy as I was feeling guilty about 
what we had just done or more of what I had pushed her 
to do. I still had no idea of how she would react 
later when she had sobered up. 

When we got into the parking lot we happened to walk 
past a black family and the father was sounding very 
angry with two young boys around fourteen or fifteen 
who were trying to give an excuse as to why they 
hadn’t met up with the parents on time.

Looking down I immediately recognized the masks that 
the two black kids were holding and I think Cathy saw 
the same thing because she suddenly pulled quickly 
past the family and rushed us towards our car. The 
last thing I could hear was the father saying that if 
they couldn’t follow the rules there would be no more 
friends spending the night.

Pulling out my keys I hit the button and the doors 
unlocked so we both could jump inside without being 
seen. I had another raging hard-on as I thought about 
the fact that my wife had been felt up and then sucked 
off those two black boys.

I quickly started the car and pulled out of the lot 
then on to the freeway with neither one of us saying a 
word. I kept replaying what had happened over and over 
which got me harder and harder.

As I looked over to Cathy I could see that she was 
also deep in thought about what had just happened and 
with whom. Her breasts were still pushed up in her 
tight dress and she looked so sexy. It was then that I 
noticed a glistening trail of wetness running down her 
neck between her tits. Looking closer I could see even 
more trails of what I knew was teenage cum on her 
mask, in her hair and down the front of her dress.

My mind quickly remembered the last boy and realized 
that she had pulled her mouth away and let him shoot 
his seed all over her face and tits. I couldn’t stop 
myself as I reached down and began to unbutton my 
pants. 

When Cathy looked over at me I couldn’t tell what was 
going on behind that mask but when she saw what I was 
doing she reached down and slowly started pulling the 
hem of her dress higher and higher until I could see 
her bare pussy in the dim light from the dashboard.

Pulling myself free I began to stroke my cock as I 
kept glancing over at my wife who now had a hand down 
between her own legs. Letting go of myself I reached 
over and pulled the top of her dress down to again 
expose those beautiful tits. Both nipples stood out 
begging to be fondled and I thought of the young boy 
teasing that nipple with his mouth.

Reaching over I grabbed her breast and pulled a hard 
nipple between my fingers feeling the slippery wetness 
that the young boy had left behind. Sliding up her 
chest and neck my fingers collected even more of the 
boy’s seed. When I had reached her cheek she turned to 
face me and brought her mouth over my soaked fingers.

I was stroking even faster as I felt that velvet 
tongue glide over my fingers tasting all of that black 
boy’s seed. By now I was very close to shooting 
another load and I gently pulled her closer to me.

Getting onto her knees Cathy leaned over me and ran 
that same velvet tongue up and around the head of my 
cock. I could see that she had a hand down under 
herself and I knew that she was rubbing her own clit. 
She let out another one of her moans as she sucked me 
into her hot mouth.

Looking up ahead I saw that we would soon be going 
past an eighteen wheeler in the slow lane. I quickly 
turned on the cars dome light as the roar of the 
trucks engine grew louder. Cathy must have known what 
I was doing but she didn’t care because she started 
moving her head up and down my shaft giving that 
trucker one hell of a show as we pulled up alongside.

He stayed right up with us as I reached over Cathy’s 
back and pulled the short skirt up and over her bare 
ass. On her knees with legs spread I know that trucker 
had a great view of Cathy’s fingers working on her 
clit. 

She started to tremble and I knew that she was going 
to cum. Again pushing her taboos I slid my fingers 
down to touch at her small rosebud. She was so wet and 
slippery that my finger just slid in and that is what 
took her over the edge.

Her mouth flew off my cock as she nearly screamed in 
orgasm. As I pushed deeper into her ass her fingers 
were stroking over her clit bringing pleasure to every 
nerve in her body. Her whole body seemed to shake as 
that trucker watched her go through these waves of 
pleasure.

With one last gasp she arched up and I pulled my 
finger from her tight hole. Now she rolled over on her 
back and laid her head in my lap. Her top was still 
pulled down and her knees were drawn up and spread. 
The trucker had a perfect view of my almost naked 
prudish wife.

Looking out from her mask I could tell that she was 
trying to see what this trucker looked like but the 
inside of his cab was too dark. Suddenly there was a 
flash and we both knew that he had taken a picture. 
Our dome light was still on so I knew that he would 
have a great shot.

After another flash Cathy reached back and grabbed my 
hard cock and moved in my lap so that her cheek was up 
against the sensitive underside. Another flash and she 
slowly began to stroke my cock across her cheek. 
Flash, and then she turned her face towards me and 
stuck out her tongue to catch a drop that was hanging 
from my tip, another flash.

For the third time that night I saw Cathy reach a hand 
down between her legs as she kept working my dick over 
her face and lips. The trucker was now taking picture 
after picture of this nasty woman hiding behind her 
Halloween mask.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I groaned that I was 
going to cum. Cathy kept up her stroking and I 
couldn’t stop the rush of cum that blasted a shot 
straight up to land on her bare tits. The next spurt 
hit her open mouth and lips as she turned her head to 
capture the next blast. More flashes were going off as 
she then sucked me back into her mouth just as she 
arched up and shook in her third climax of the night. 
It was all I could do just to keep the car on the 
highway. We were so lucky that no one else was around 
us.

When I had finished Cathy continued to nurse on my 
softening cock but then it got too sensitive and I had 
to pull out. She was still breathing hard as she lay 
there basking in the aftermath of this incredible 
night of sex.

Knowing that our sexcapades were over I turned off the 
dome light and sped up leaving the trucker behind. 
After a bit Cathy sat up and pulled her clothes 
together just as I was turning off on our exit. Again 
things were quite as she reached over and took my hand 
to hold. Without saying a word I knew that she would 
be ok with what had happened but I also knew that this 
was something that most likely would never happen 
again. My very next thought was that I sure wished I 
could somehow get copies of all the pictures the 
trucker had taken. 

Eventually I did get those copies but now that’s 
another story...

CONVERSION OF INDIAN HOUSE WIFE

Debjani Chowdhury woke up and stretched. Another day at 
home. She looked wistfully at the empty spot next to her 
where her husband usually slept. Mr. Chowdhury was on a 
three month business trip.

She woke her 14 year old daughter and got her ready for 
school. In about an hour her daughter was off and she 
was alone in the house. 

Debjani was 39 years of age. She was an educated Bengali 
housewife . Like many women who came from a conservative 
Bengali family, she had already got a little flabby 
around the waist. But that couldn't stop a person from 
noticing her innocent face or 39D tits. 

Debjani was a deeply religious woman and she spent most 
part of her morning praying. She always took a bath 
before praying. That day she did the same. She never 
shaved her loins or armpits and wore conservative white 
cotton bra and panties. She had just worn her bra and 
panties and was about to wear her sari and blouse, when 
there was a knock on the door. She was startled. Nobody 
usually came at this time at her house. Therefore she 
was shocked. Nevertheless she draped her sari over 
herself before she opened the door.

It was her next door neighbours: Mr. Anirban and Mrs. 
Oindrella Dutta. She invited them in. "I hope I am not 
disturbing you" Inviting them in, Debjani said, "Oh no, 
no, I was just about to finish saying my morning 
prayers. I hope you don't mind waiting for a while until 
I finish with it." Oindrella said, "No, I'll make you 
some tea."

Debjani finished her prayers and came into the living 
room where she found the Duttas sitting. She saw that 
Oindrella and Anirban were already drinking their tea 
and had left a cup of tea for her. She sat down on the 
sofa and was about to start sipping when Anirban said, 
"Debjani, why haven't you worn your blouse?"

Debjani blushed furiously when she realized that in her 
hurry she had forgotten to wear her blouse. Her bra 
could be seen quite plainly. She was about to go and 
wear it when Anirban said, "No problem, drink your tea 
and then change. After all, we are your friends." 

Debjani hesitantly agreed. No sooner had she sipped her 
tea, she knew something was wrong. After a few seconds 
she fell asleep. The Duttas had mixed a tranquillizer in 
the tea!

*

When Debjani woke up she found herself on the bed of the 
Dutta house. Her wrists and legs had been bound to the 
bedposts. She saw that Anirban was standing beside her. 
She demanded that he let her go. He smiled and then 
Oindrella entered the room. Seeing Oindrella made 
Debjani's heart freeze. Oindrella was wearing nothing 
but a bra and a thong. She sat down beside Debjani and 
purred, "How are you? And then she pressed her lips 
against Debjani's!

Debjani had never had sex with a woman and she was 
shocked by the turn of events. Then Anirban began 
tugging at her sari. Debjani struggled but her tied 
wrists and legs prevented her from escaping. Soon she 
was stripped to only her bra and panties. And soon after 
she was naked. She started shouting, "If you dare to do 
anything to me, I'll call the police." 

Anirban smirked and said, "Fuck you."

Debjani was appalled at the language.

Oindrella then said, "Let this slut eat my pussy." 
Saying so she opened her thong revealing a bare pussy. 
Then she wrapped her legs around Debjani's neck and 
pressed her pussy against her mouth. 

Debjani did not start licking Oindrella's pussy. 
Oindrella jumped off and Anirban said, "OK slut, you 
asked for it." Saying so he caught Debjani's tits and 
started squeezing them very, very hard indeed.

Debjani started crying out in pain and shame and fright, 
"Please stop; I'll do whatever you want. I do not know 
how to suck pussy."

Oindrella again got up on Debjani and Anirban let go of 
her breasts. Then Oindrella said, "OK slut, put your 
tongue into my pussy and lick it. Now lick my clit." 

Debjani continued to do this and suddenly Oindrella's 
body tensed and she grabbed Debjani's hair. 

Oindrella screamed, "Oh yes! I'm CUMMING!" 

Debjani felt the woman's cum entering her mouth. She was 
about to lap it up when Oindrella slapped Debjani's 
pussy hard and said, "Drink it up!" 

Debjani swallowed in humiliation. Oindrella got up. Then 
Anirban unzipped his pant. His cock stood erect and he 
caught Debjani's legs and thrust it into her pussy. 
Debjani cried out and begged him to stop. Nobody other 
than her husband had entered her ever. Anirban had a 
massive orgasm which lasted for ten minutes.

The clock struck three. Debjani said, "My daughter's 
going to return now. Please let me go. I won't tell 
anybody. Please."

Oindrella said, "Don't worry about your daughter. She 
will be cared for until your husband returns."

Debjani asked, "What happens to me?" Oindrella said, 
"You'll see. However you will now be punished for your 
refusal to suck my pussy."

Debjani had not noticed Anirban come into the room with 
a few brushes. Oindrella asked Debjani, "Are you 
ticklish?" Saying so, she ran a finger along Debjani's 
foot. Debjani squealed. "Oh, so we are ticklish are we?" 
She ran her tongue along Debjani's foot. Debjani 
squirmed and twisted. But she could not break free. 
After some time Oindrella got bored with Debjani's feet. 
She got up and looked at Debjani.

They without uttering another word she went out of the 
room with Anirban. 

Debjani lay all alone in the dark room. She did not what 
to do or what to make of it. After a few minutes, 
Oindrella came back with Anirban. They had a hot sponge 
and two razors. Oindrella untied Debjani legs and after 
spreading it wide open wetted it with the hot sponge. 
Debjani wailed and cried and said that the sponge was 
burning her. But in a few minutes, she was trying to 
adjust to the humiliation of being shaved by two 
strangers.

Oindrella then proceeded to shave her armpits. After 
doing so she told Debjani, "We'll ask a question, if you 
can answer, then you will not be tickled. OK."

QUESTION: "How many times did I fuck Anirban yesterday?"

Debjani couldn't answer.

Oindrella just smiled and had her fingers working on 
Debjani, and in a few minutes, Debjani was laughing 
hysterically.

"Not my breasts. Please not my breasts."

But Oindrrlla was relentless. In a few minutes Debjani's 
bladder and to her shame she urinated.

Oindrella said," Well, well, well, that is a punishable 
act." Saying so, she untied Debjani completely and told 
her to bend over.

Debjani had no clue what was going to happen next when 
she felt something ramming into her asshole. Anirban had 
thrust his dick far deep into her. She moaned like a 
whore but Anirban did not stop.

After three hours, they were finished with Debjani.

They gave her a tranquillizer and she fell into a deep 
sleep, very uncertain of her future.

Debjani woke up after quite a long time. She found 
herself tied to the bedposts. There was nobody in the 
room and the room was quite dark. Suddenly she realized 
something was in her mouth. She realized it was a 
dildo. She had never dreamt of using one and was 
shocked to see it used on her. Then the door opened. 

Oindrella stepped in. She smiled vindictively and said, 
"So Sleeping Beauty decided to wake up. You are coming 
with us for a little journey." Debjani answered, "I'm 
not going anywhere with you." 

Oindrella slapped Debjani on her face and said, "If you 
don't come, your daughter gets it." Debjani had to 
agree, fearing for her daughter's life. Debjani was 
untied and Oindrella ordered her to folllow her. 
Debjani gingerly stood up and immediately got a blow on 
her stomach. Oindrella said, "Crawl!" Debjani dropped 
on all fours sobbing softly. 

Oindrella put a collar on Debjani's neck and connected 
it with a leash. Debjani was shocked at the treatment. 
Debjani followed her out of the room and found Anirban 
waiting for her. 

Anirban had Debjani's sari. He said, "Get up and put 
this on." Debjani got up and took the sari and said, 
"What about my other clothing." She meant her bra and 
panties but couldn't muster enough courage. Oindrella 
said, "Shut up." Then she took Debjani's sari and tore 
a small part. She threatened to tear half of it.if 
Debjani asked for more clothing. Anirban took Debjani 
by the arm and told her that she had to eat.

Debjani saw that the time was past 11 at night. She 
felt very hungry. She wondered what her daughter was 
doing. Debjani was given a bowl of fruits and some milk 
and rice. She had never had so bad a meal in her life. 
She was about to sit at the dining table when Oindrella 
said, "Sit down on the floor and eat like a dog." 

Debjani was shocked. But she had no option. She sat 
down. She had never sat down on the floor to eat. Only 
her servants used to do so. Oindrella watched it with 
pleasure. When Debjani was eating, Anirban ordered 
Debjani to stick her ass up and continue eating. 
Debjani knew what was going to happen. She felt Anirban 
probing his fingers into her asshole. 

Suddenly Anirban stuck his dick into her ass. He began 
to thrust up and down. Debjani winced and stopped 
eating. Debjani was slapped by Oindrella who forced an 
apple into her mouth. She felt Anirban's dick 
stiffening and felt his sperm enter her and go through 
her cervix. She felt her ass bleeding but did not 
retaliate. She remembered the threat made on her 
daughter's life.

After she finished eating Oindrella pressed her pussy 
on Debjani's mouth. Then Debjani felt Oindrella's urine 
enter her mouth and on cue swallowed it. 

Then Oindrella motioned Debjani to get up and told her 
to wear the sari. Debjani wore the sari and found that 
the sari now barely covered her breasts. The sari 
reached upto her legs and her back was bare. Debjani 
had never shown even a bit of skin to anybody. Today 
she had been ravaged. She thought that her ordeal was 
over and walked towards the door. Oindrella caught 
Debjani and said, "Where are you going bitch?? We are 
gonna go for a drive." 

Debjani realized she was being abducted. She was about 
to scream but Anirban put a gag on her mouth. Then she 
was forced outside and into a car. Anirban started 
driving and Oindrella forced Debjani down.

"So slut, we are off. Now suck my pussy." Debjani 
flatly refused. Oindrella forced Debjani's legs with 
apart. They were now touching both sides of the door. 
Debjani was screaming out in pain. Then she felt two 
metal clamps on her breasts. They were pressing harder. 
Debjani felt her helpless breasts being tortured. She 
begged Oindrella to stop. Oindrella told Debjani that 
the metal clamps would be taken off only if she made 
Oindrella cum. Debjani took Oindrella legs on her 
shoulders. Oindrella pressed her hips against the metal 
clamps. 

Debjani writhed and squirmed. Finally Oindrella tensed 
and came. Debjani felt Oindrella's juices on her face 
and mouth. Her sari was almost off. Oindrella took the 
metal clamps off. Her tits were aching. They were 
purple. She rolled on the floor of the car in pain. 
Oindrella told Debjani to curl up and said that she 
would be allowed to sleep if she slept with her hands 
inside her ass. Debjani was very tired. But her ass was 
busted by the anal sex. But Debjani agreed and fell 
into a fitful sleep. 

When Debjani woke up, she found herself naked. 
Oindrella had dragged her out of the car. Evidently it 
seemed that the car had broken down. Debjani thought 
that she would be rescued. She was tied to a leash 
which was tied to a pipe. Anirban was talking with a 
few lorry drivers. After some time Anirban walked up to 
her and said that in order to get the car in shape, 
they needed money and she would earn them some.

Debjani did not understand the gravity of this until 
one of the lorry men grabbed her leash and dragged her 
to him. 

Debjani was about to be a whore for the night for a 
bunch of drunk lorrymen!

NEW HOUSE, NEW NEIGHBOUR

I'm four months pregnant, my asshole husband hasn't 
touched me since I told him I was with child and my 
pussy is wet all the time, I can't get sex off my mind. 
I am spending more time playing with myself then 
anything else it seems and to top it off, we have just 
moved into this house we are now residing in. 

Along with still unpacking, the damn garbage disposal 
doesn't work and my husband has no time to fix it, it 
seems. Now I am not an unattractive lady, I have a 
thirty six C chest, twenty two inch waist before the 
preggo stage and a very nice ass and my new neighbor 
was out in his yard, so I decided to use my femininity 
to try and get him to at least look at it. 

He was standing out there in a pair of cut offs, no 
shirt or footwear, fairly long blond hair, nicely 
muscled and my pussy got wet again as it did when I 
first saw him yesterday, but then that was not a 
surprise, some commercials got my pussy wet now. I had 
on a night gown that barely covered my pussy and saw no 
reason to change it, so I walked outside to ask him 
about my problem. 

I told him about the disposal and he said he would take 
a crack at it for me, so he followed me back into the 
house. I had no idea that when I walked up the steps 
ahead of him, my ass was in plain view for him and by 
the time I opened the back door, he was well on his way 
to a hard-on. 

After we entered my house it dawned on me that I hadn't 
introduced myself and I told him my name, he said his 
name was Dan and shook my hand. He opened the sink 
door, turned the water on and then the disposal, but as 
usual, nothing happened. Luckily there was nothing in 
the space yet and he got down on his back to check out 
the disposal and his shorts rode up a bit, exposing 
just a little more then the head of his cock. 

I was mesmerized by what I could see of his prick, 
unlike my husband he was circumcised and he was bigger 
then my husband. My pussy went into overdrive, I got so 
wet it was starting to run down my leg and I had 
stepped over his legs to get a better look at his cock 
or at least the part I could see and just froze there, 
not knowing if I should back away or not. 

But it didn't matter, when I spread my legs to stand 
over him, I gave him a perfect view of my pussy and he 
could see how wet I was, so he just reached up between 
my legs and slid his finger into my pussy. He really 
caught me by surprise, but his finger felt so good in 
my pussy, I just said, "Ooh!" as he worked his finger 
around inside my boiling hot cunt. 

I didn't cum right then but I was so wet, it was 
running down his hand and he said, "Now that's a pussy 
that needs attention" and put another finger into my 
blazing pussy. He sat up, sucked my clit into his 
mouth, put another finger in my cunt and when he sucked 
on my clit, I shot cum out all over him and my legs 
gave way. 

He caught me and lowered me to the floor, got right 
between my legs and stuck his tongue in my over heated 
pussy, while at the same time, sliding a finger into my 
asshole, making me moan like a porn start as I came 
again. By now my nightie was around my neck, he had 
somehow taken his shorts off, put the head of his cock 
at my cunt hole and in one motion, drove his sweet 
piece of meat home. He was now sucking on my tit while 
he was pounding my pussy and my pussy was in heaven, it 
now had the biggest, hardest, hottest cock it ever had, 
in it and I was moaning louder then the porn stars as 
he fucked me senseless with his big fuck tool. 

I wrapped my arms and legs around him, came again and 
he just kept pounding my needy pussy, he was giving me 
the best fuck of my life and I just kept moaning, "Fuck 
me baby, fuck me harder baby, fuck me, fuck me." I 
screamed again as he made me cum and my cum erupted out 
of my pussy, covering us both with my cunt juice.

He pinned my legs back, so my ass was off the floor and 
pounded me so good, I was in a fuck stupor, all I 
wanted was his cock pounding my pussy into submission 
and this time I couldn't even scream as I came again. 
He continued to fuck me hard for a bit more, then I 
felt his cock growing in my cunt, he stiffened up, 
pushed hard into my pussy, I pushed back hard and then 
I felt his cum shooting like a hot lava flow into my 
waiting pussy. 

He came like a horse, he filled my cunt with more cum 
then I had ever felt inside me, my pussy was floating 
in his cock cream, so much of it, it was running down 
over my ass with his cock still buried in my pussy. We 
lay there on the floor with his cock buried in me, I 
had never been fucked so good in my life and he told me 
that I had beautiful tits and he was going to fuck them 
soon, another image for my now sex crazed mind. He got 
off me, put his cock at my mouth and told me to lick 
him clean and I opened my mouth and sucked his cock 
inside of it, doing something for him I had never done 
even for my husband. 

I sucked both my cum and his cum off his sweet cock, 
the first time I had a cock in my mouth with my cum on 
it and I loved it so much, I was disappointed when he 
got soft. He helped me off the floor, asked if the bed 
was together, I told him it was and when he said that 
we were going to use it again now, I thought I was 
hearing things, my husband never did me twice in the 
same day, not even on our honeymoon. He picked me up 
and carried me up to bed while telling me what a nice 
tight pussy I had and he was going to put it to good 
use. 

He asked if I liked taking it in the ass and when I 
told him my ass was still virgin territory, he smiled 
and said we would fix that later on. By the time we got 
to my bedroom, he was hard again and when he put me on 
the bed, he let me hold it and take good look at it. 
It's not that he was as big as those porn stars, but he 
was no slouch either, he was about eight inches long 
and as fat as a big banana, quite a bit bigger then my 
husband or any other cock I ever had, which was only 
three others beside my husband. 


He made me lick and kiss it all over, a task which had 
my pussy on fire again and when he slid his cock into 
my mouth, my pussy was leaking like a sieve again. He 
put me on my hands and knees at the end of the bed, 
stood on the floor and again drove his cock home in one 
motion, making me howl like an animal. He took hold of 
my nipples and was pulling on them while he slowly 
fucked me and I had never felt anything like that in my 
life and came in less then a minute again. 

He began telling me what a hot piece of ass I was, how 
fucking tight my pussy was, that I was born to be 
fucked and used like a whore and I was now his little 
whore. My brain and pussy both exploded from all of 
this sensory input and I had never been talked to or 
used like Dan was using or talking to me and I would 
have done anything he wanted, he now owned me. 

He made me cum twice more before his cock began 
swelling up inside my pussy again, he now pushed my ass 
down so that he was driving his cock up into my cunt 
and then he slammed against my ass and filled me with 
his red hot, syrupy smooth cum and it made me scream as 
I came again. 

When he was finished using my cunt, he put his prick 
back in my mouth for me to suck clean and I did it 
joyfully. That was the best day of my life, he made me 
get on my knees in bed and suck his cock, swallowing 
his hot creamy nectar and he fucked me three more times 
that day. 

My pussy was so happy that I didn't even play with it 
that night and I slept like a log for an added bonus, 
but did dream about his cock cumming on my tits and 
face. I have no idea what he does for a living but he 
is home a lot and I never wear clothes in the house 
anymore because I never know when he is going to show 
up. 

He did end up getting his cock in my ass and he has 
fucked my tits and I don't know how I will hold up for 
the six weeks after the baby is born, that man is the 
most magnificent fucker in the world and he still fucks 
me at least fours time a day, sometimes, even in his 
yard when my husband is home.

TO RENT A HOUSE

Dileep had just moved to the new city and was staying 
in a guest house which was close to the house of his 
friend Rehaan and his pretty wife Zoya. His association 
with Rehaan had been quite old. Rehaan had married Zoya 
about 5 years back and like everyone else Dileep too 
had been taken in by Zoya's beauty, good nature and 
exuberance.

Although 30 years old, Zoya still looked as if she had 
just completed college and did not look a day older 
than 21. She was one of those rare girls who due to 
their sheer beauty looked out of place in their 
environs. Nature had been generous in endowing her not 
only with a good height of 5 feet 6 Inches but also a 
clear complexion. A lissome body complimented with 
perfectly rounded breasts capped by perky nipples that 
had the hue of a combination of pink-chocolate. 

It took the little knobs very little stimulation to get 
erect and at times this proved to be a source of major 
embarrassment for her, especially if she was without a 
bra. Dileep knew this because at times he had seen her 
blushing a beetroot red but he had come to the 
conclusion that perhaps she too had a streak of 
exhibitionism in her or else why would she appear 
braless.

Dileep himself had fallen in love with a nice pretty 
girl but the girl; her name was Ruchi; had a brother 
who was tough as nails. Ruchi's parents had died quite 
sometime ago and there was only one way Dileep could be 
close to Ruchi. By taking their outhouse on rent. 
However there was a catch. The outhouse would be given 
only to couples.

Dileep was at his wits' end as to what to do when a 
particular incident took place. Dileep had visited Zoya 
and Rehaan. Zoya, like most Indian women, normally wore 
only Indian clothes and that day was no exception. It 
was nothing very daring or extraordinary, quite the 
opposite if anything. It was knee length and loose, 
made of some light material with a close floral print. 
But when she sat down, she smoothed the skirt carefully 
over her buttocks, and the curve held Dileep's gaze. 

When she crossed her legs, the hem of the skirt rode to 
just above the knee, and Dileep could make out that the 
legs were soft and cushiony. She had shaved her legs or 
perhaps removed the hair in some other way due to which 
the skin was smooth and polished. 

She had always been kind of pretty but today she looked 
positively beautiful. She had a pleasant face with a 
nice smile, and black eyes which now seemed more 
playful than before. Her figure was much the same, tall 
and on slimmer side, but with breasts that were 
appropriate and seemed to be still firm. Her black hair 
came to her shoulders. Her feet were bare as Indian 
women normally remain at home. Her manicured toes were 
painted a bright red and dainty anklets added to the 
sensuality. Rehaan and Zoya greeted Dileep warmly and 
he explained his dilemma.

"Yes, your situation is positively unenviable," Rehaan 
said.

"It is but we should help him out," Zoya said. She had 
a sweet child like voice.

"Of course we should but how?"

"Arre baba. I can go along with him and he can say that 
I am his wife," she replied.

"Yeah. That would be great," Rehaan said. "Your problem 
is solved. Don't you think she is brilliant?"

"Come on now. That guy is not a kid. I don't think he 
will be taken in just like that. He will perhaps 
require some sort of proof."

"That's no big deal. I'll prepare a certificate." 
Rehaan said thoughtfully "Certificates require a rubber 
stamp and I will arrange that. The guy will be taken in 
if what he is exercising is just mandatory caution. If 
it is you that he wants to avoid then it's a different 
story."

"What's the harm in giving it a try?" Zoya spoke.

"Yeah. No harm," Rehaan said.

So one nice morning suitably armed with certificate 
which said that Zoya was Dileep's wife, Dileep and Zoya 
visited Ruchi's house. They left the car and walked 
casually down the road while holding hands. Dileep was 
casually dressed In jeans and T shirt and Zoya in 
shortish light blue skirt that finished at her knees 
and a cream halter top showing off her tanned legs and 
stomach. She had worn this western dress so as to give 
the impression that she was kind of liberated. This 
impression would come in handy when after taking the 
house, the landlord would find her absent for long 
durations. The explanation that Dileep would give is 
that she has her own business, or was traveling or 
whatever.

They walked down the driveway at the back was a smoked 
glass door. After a couple of knocks it was opened by a 
bearded male in his late thirties or early forties. His 
eyes glanced over Dileep but lingered on Zoya. 

"Hi, can I help you guys?"

"Hope so," Dileep replied. "We were told that we might 
be able to get the outhouse on rent."

His eyes drifted back to Dileep, " Are you aware that 
it is given only to couples?"

"Yes, that is precisely why we are here," Dileep said.

He looked at them for a few seconds while studying 
them. "Okay, Come in."

He told them pushing the door wide open and stepping 
back.

Before Dileep could think any further, Zoya slipped out 
of her sandals and stepped inside leaving Dileep no 
option but to follow. It was darkish inside, the 
curtains had been pulled and the TV was tuned into to 
an old cricket match. Two comfortable chairs had been 
pulled close to the TV, behind It stood a low divan 
bed. An empty pizza box and beer cans lay between the 
chairs and the TV. This was a trifle disconcerting to 
Dileep. He did not really look forward to guys who were 
semi drunk when accompanied by the wife of a friend. 
More so when one is pretending to be what one is not.

"Why did you take off your sandals?" he asked.

"Just concern for the house. That's all. Decency." She 
replied. " After all, in my own house I like to keep 
the floor clean. Remaining barefooted is one of the 
ways to do it."

"Make yourself comfortable. Sahib will join you 
shortly. Would you like some tea or coffee?" the man 
said.

"No, thanks." Dileep said for both of them. He was a 
bit apprehensive but Zoya's face was expressionless.

One heavily built, reasonably good looking man but one 
who was not in a particularly good mood emerged, "Hi! 
My name is Subhash. I had made it very clear that I 
would let it out only to married guys."

"Yeah! That's why we are here." Dileep replied 
uneasily. Something appeared to be wrong. Dileep felt 
that either this man had run into all the wrong guys 
since morning or he had taken a particular dislike to 
Dileep as soon as he had seen him. Dileep wondered why 
this man wanted his sister to be away from all guys.

"That's easier said than proved. Go ahead and prove 
that you're married? Then it'd be okay."

"How do we do that?" Dileep asked.

"Got a certificate?"

"Yes." He said producing the one that Rehaan had given 
him. He examined it for what seemed like an eternity, 
then folding it kept into his pocket.

Where did you go for your honeymoon? Subhash asked.

That one was easy, Dileep knew that Zoya and Rehaan had 
been to Goa and as he was about to reply Zoya said 
"Goa".

"Hmmm... where in Goa?" Subhash addressed his next 
question to Dileep.

Now Dileep had never been to Goa but had heard of Goa's 
famous Anjuna beach in conversation and so he said, "We 
were at Anjuna beach for a week and then..."

Before he could complete Subhash interrupted, "Is that 
correct Zoya?" 

"Y-yes, that's right," Zoya said, though she had spent 
time at Colva beach and had only heard rumors that 
Anjuna beach was a NUDE beach.

"You guys appear to be a nice couple. Not the prudish 
sorts who are uncomfortable with nudity. I wanted broad 
minded guys, and since you guys have spent a week at 
Anjuna beach which is a nude beach you should be 
comfortable with nudity."

"We too are pretty broad minded and we had a great time 
at Anjuna beach," Zoya said.

"I repeat are you comfortable with nudity?" Subhash 
again asked pointedly.

Something was seriously wrong somewhere.

"Well, depends," Dileep said sheepishly.

He suspected that there was a trap somewhere and he 
wanted to get out but there appeared to be no way.

"Let me be frank with you since you appear to be good 
guys. Pardon me for using language that may seem 
slightly vulgar. I got a sis and she is good. Real 
good. Many guys want to get between her legs and I 
don't want any useless guys. So I want to be sure that 
the outhouse is given to someone who is actually 
married and has got a wife he fucks and keeps the 
husband satiated at all times so that he doesn't eye my 
sister. It's not that I want her to become a nun. Just 
that she should not go in for the wrong guys. Get It? 
Well, I can think of one way. How about you describe 
your wife's pussy. Then we can have a look to see if 
you got it right. That should do it."

"What do you mean?" Both Dileep and Zoya asked in 
unison.

"Well, you must have seen it this morning. She's a 
pretty girl; prettier than most and has nice, dark 
eyebrows; well-developed breasts. Hopefully succulent 
nipples. What does her pussy look like?"

"I would rather not answer that question," Dileep said 
moving towards the door.

"I don't think you've got an option. If you try to get 
out of here this certificate will be handed over to the 
police. You will be behind bars for perjury. Your 
agitation has suddenly increased my suspicion. She is a 
pretty woman. She has a pussy. Tell us about it." 

"W-why do you want to know about it?"

"Silly question! Once you describe it, we'll request 
her to show us her pussy. That's why I asked about 
nudity."

"You must be crazy... I will not undress before a total 
stranger," said Zoya looking aghast. She was so shy 
that even now if Rehaan sees her nude she blushes, 
after so many years of marriage.

"Those people at Anjuna were your relatives?" asked 
Subhash sarcastically.

"Well, at that time it was the honeymoon spirit and the 
atmosphere was such...  Ohh what the hell let's get on 
with it..." trailed off Zoya in a small voice 
(realizing that she was definitely getting into serious 
trouble now, but then she reasoned well if I have to 
just show my pussy and it helps Dileep in getting the 
house and his beloved what the hell let them see my 
pussy nobody else has to know about it. Also the 
thought of showing her pussy to someone other than her 
husband was unconsciously exciting her.)

Dileep looked over at Zoya; she just shrugged her 
shoulders as if to get on with it. He then tried to 
imagine what her pussy would look like. Her hair was 
naturally dark brown and he knew that she liked to 
sunbath a lot from what Rehaan had told him. All he 
could do was make a calculated guess. 

"Fully shaved with a single steak of hair," Dileep 
said.

"Any thing else like a beauty spot. In a place where 
only her husband or someone who was very intimate could 
have seen it?" Subhash persisted.

"Well, no," Dileep said.

Subhash turned to Zoya, "Okay darling, show us the 
proof."

She hesitated her heart beating wildly, she knew Dileep 
was wrong and was frantically trying to think of an 
excuse at the same time a hot rush was creeping all 
over her, the excitement was gradually mounting as the 
naughtiness of the idea was driving it's way home into 
her psyche, her thoughts were broken into with 
Subhash's words "Come on, we haven't got all day." 

Zoya looked over at Dileep, her hands trembling as she 
slowly started lifting her dress with one hand, her 
pussy was tingling with excitement the moisture slowly 
seeping out, Dileep's mouth went dry he wanted to 
protest but no words came out of his mind, he felt a 
stirring in his loins and realized that he was getting 
excited by the situation, as the dress came up and 
slowly her blue thong panties came into view the 
anticipation and horny expressions on both Dileep and 
Subhash's face made her feel more excited she was now 
looking forward to giving them a peek at her sexy 
pussy, but then suddenly the thought of Rehaan made her 
feel guilty of what she was doing and she hesitated. 

"Come on what are you waiting for," said Subhash and so 
slowly with her heart beating like a jack hammer she 
pulled her panties down with her other hand hoping that 
the two men would not be able to notice the building 
moisture or the twitching of her pussy. The two of them 
got a good look and Dileep was wondering what Rehaan 
would think if he came to know that his wife was there 
nude in front of his friend and a stranger. Dileep had 
got it wrong; the lips were hairless but she had a 
neatly trimmed triangle of hair on the mound. There was 
a black beauty spot just by the side of the pussy lips. 
Had the lips not been devoid of all hair, it would not 
have been visible.

"This is getting more and more curious," Subhash 
commented. "A good looking girl like this and her 
husband doesn't even know what his wife's pussy looks 
like. Though he doesn't appear to be sightless he has 
not seen the black spot that even a blind man should 
have seen. When did you get married? This morning? 
Obviously the marriage has not been consummated."

"Just shaped it this morning," Zoya commented hopefully 
as she lifted her panties and the skirt dropped back.

Subhash laughed, "Don't think so. My wife shaves hers 
too and so do most of the women. I know what a freshly 
shaven pussy looks like. Yours doesn't look as fresh as 
it should. But perhaps you are right. I will believe 
you if you tell me about his dick. That shouldn't have 
changed since this morning."

Zoya hesitated for a second, "He's average. A good six 
inches and that's all."

"I need a bit more than that. Is he cut or uncut, is it 
straight or curved? Subhash asked.

"Uncut and straight." Zoya suggested without 
hesitation.

She was half right; Dileep was uncut but curved upwards 
when erect. 

Subhash turned to Dileep, "Your turn. Let's see the 
goods."

There was no way out of this. Dileep unbuckled his 
belt, unzipped the jeans and pulled down his briefs to 
expose his limp cock. 

Again Subhash laughed, "God! This is not erect and you 
can only prove yourself true when he is erect. So why 
don't you help him get erect?"

It seemed that Zoya too was getting exasperated. "I 
would rather not do that."

"I am not asking you to do what you like. You have to 
do it. If you have sucked him before no problem and if 
you have not, well, now is the time to start. And house 
or no house I am sure he will thank me for it," Subhash 
said sarcastically as he walked over to a drawer and 
took out a pistol. He did not say anything but his 
demeanor was threatening.

Dileep was regretting having involved poor Zoya into 
this. His feelings were mixed. He was feeling sorry for 
her but Subhash was right since he, Dileep was the 
beneficiary of Subhash's commands.

Zoya sighed in resignation, the thought of playing with 
Dileep's cock had been there in her fantasies but it 
never had been a burning desire and this was definitely 
not the way she wanted to do it. She took three small 
steps and knelt down in front of Dileep. He felt her 
soft hand encircle his cock and slowly rolled the 
foreskin back. She then slowly began to tease it back 
and forth. It didn't take long before he began to 
respond, next he felt her tongue flicking across the 
head and then felt the velvet warmth of her mouth over 
the top of the shaft. With her dainty painted fingers 
she held the foreskin back the dark color of which was 
in sharp contrast to her fair hands and red nails and 
he could feel her warm wet mouth taking the head of his 
cock inside her mouth. There was no doubt that this was 
enjoyable but was it okay?

Twenty seconds later he was rock hard, Zoya kept going 
for a short time before withdrawing her mouth and 
standing up. She looked Dileep in the eye as she wiped 
her mouth with the back of her hand and then turned 
away leaving Dileep with an erect cock in the company 
of a grinning Subhash.

"Well that cock is just about as straight as you people 
are and to be frank you seem crooked," Subhash said. "I 
reckon the only way to prove that you are actually 
married is to watch you do it."

Subhash himself pondered over his idea and then spoke 
again. "Yeah, that'd do it. One rarely hears of mere 
acquaintances actually doing it with each other. But 
these are bad times."

Zoya seemed petrified and angry, "That is all. I will 
not let him fuck me in front of you. What married 
people do in the privacy of their own bedroom is 
private. Not even on Anjuna beach did we have to make 
love in front of an audience."

"Yeah. Come on. Please," Dileep pleaded. "We're not 
into that sort of thing. House or no house as you said 
but why torment her?"

"I admire your guts. Lady, you are suggesting that this 
guy is your husband. That is what you said. Yet, you 
don't know the shape of his cock and neither does he 
know what your pussy is like. Anyway, now that you have 
been considerate enough to suck his cock, you will have 
to get fucked as well. There is no getting away from 
it. 

"Yes, I can let you go but where would the punishment 
be? And since you have been attempting to make a fool 
out of me, I can employ other means too. But since you 
seem okay sorts, I would like to watch you getting 
fucked. Not by me; at least not just now but by the guy 
who should have fucked you hundreds of times by now. 
And let me make it clear. You have to strip completely. 
That should be no problem because experience tells me 
women are more fastidious about exposing their pussies. 
Since I have already seen your pussy, showing me your 
breasts should be no problem."

It was hard to tell whether he was joking or actually 
threatening.

Zoya turned to Dileep who could tell she was a little 
scared, "God, this seems like a nightmare. Let's just 
do it and get out here," she whispered.

This was definitely becoming a nightmare thought Zoya 
but sucking Dileep's cock and showing her pussy had set 
in a chain reaction in her sensuous body which inspite 
of feeling scared was making her hornier and looking 
forward for more sex...

She turned away from Subhash lifted the sides of her 
skirt, pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. 
She unbuckled the skirt and that too fell in a heap at 
her bare feet. She pulled off the T shirt and quickly 
unhooked the bra and her lovely milky white breasts 
with pink areolas capped with strawberry nipples leapt 
free. It was the first time that Dileep was seeing her 
fully nude and though she did seem a bit flustered, she 
appeared to be in control of the situation. 

Moving to the divan she lay down on her back with her 
legs closed. Dileep stepped out of his jeans and moved 
to the foot of the divan. Her thighs parted at the very 
last moment in an attempt to spoil the view for 
Subhash. As Dileep moved over her, her hand then found 
Dileep's cock and guided it to her pussy. He slipped 
into her in short strokes to avoid hurting her, getting 
deeper each time as her lubrication wet his thick penis 
and the foreskin rolled back until the cock was fully 
in. Dileep then began moving back and forth with long 
slow stokes. She pulled his head down close to her 
mouth.

"It's okay," she whispered. "Just finish quickly and 
get us out of here. Its okay to cum inside. I'm on the 
pill."

As Dileep began to build up speed, Zoya wrapped her 
legs and arms around him and urged him on. Her pussy 
was now gushing with her own juices. Dileep looked down 
at her to find her eyes closed seemingly oblivious to 
Subhash watching them intently her warm pussy gripped 
his throbbing hardness, milking his fat cock with every 
stroke. Perhaps it was due to sheer nervousness or 
excitement of having not being laid in a long time but 
soon Dileep discharged inside her.

"Too bad, sir. Just too bad. If she is indeed your 
wife, she must be taking the help of your neighbors, 
because my friend it seems you haven't had a pussy in a 
very long time Just wait. Let me show you how a married 
man satisfies a woman." Subhash said. Zoya could hear 
him stripping. She wanted to see him but did not, lest 
it give the impression that she was actually looking 
forward to being fucked by this man. Then there was 
silence for perhaps a minute. God, where was he? She 
hoped that he was not a maniac. She wondered whether 
she should open her eyes. Her hands were free. 

Then she felt Subhash's warm tongue over the nape of 
her neck, right down to the ample cleavage. The tongue 
then moved to the areolas carefully avoiding the aching 
and erect nipples that were begging to be sucked. The 
tongue again went to her mouth and plied it open. Her 
tongue was sucked; hard. She too reciprocated. He 
licked every portion of her face and special attention 
was paid to the earlobes and the inner ear. His hands 
were on her hips and the tongue was now exploring her 
belly button, then down until he was sucking the 
triangle of hair that she maintained over the opening 
of her pussy which with sheer excitement was very wet. 
Involuntarily she started thrusting her hip upwards. 

She waited in anticipation for him to go to her pussy 
but he reversed the direction. His tongue was now at 
her toes, the sole of her feet, teasing and disturbing 
the anklet that she had worn only in one ankle and then 
a slow upwards motion of licking her inner thighs.

Just then through the sexual buzz in her head she could 
hear her mobile ringing.

God! Who can it be. She did not want to respond and 
hoped that it would stop, but just then she heard 
Dileep saying that Rehaan was on the line. Dileep was 
such a blob. He could have ignored the phone or 
disconnected it but instead he picked it up.

Subhash didn't care he was too busy savoring the soft 
smooth femininity at his disposal. And he didn't know 
who Rehaan was.

Zoya on the other hand was extremely cautious now. She 
naturally did not want Rehaan to know anything about 
this... ever.

"Hello Rehaan," she said breathing heavily Rehaan, "Hi 
Zoya how is everything going?"

Zoya covered the mouthpiece and suppressed a moan as 
Subhash's warm wet tongue licked her sensitive inner 
thighs, just an inch away from her swollen labia.

"E..evvrrryy thing is fine." (she covered the mouth 
piece again) ... uuuhhh she moaned as Subhash lightly 
stroked her pussylips with his finger tips, he too was 
enjoying teasing her.

Rehaan: "Honey you don't sound too good is everything 
alright." 

Zoya: "Yes, yessss!!! Everything is fine, don't worry, 
(she covered the mouth piece again).I'll get back to 
you later. AAAAHHHHH... HHHAAA!" Subhash had gleefully 
located her clitoris and the moan gave him a perverse 
thrill.

Rehaan: "OK then honey see you later bye."

Zoya: "Bye... OHH... MMMMMAAAAAA!!" She just managed to 
cut off the phone as Subhash pressed her throbbing clit 
hard with his tongue and then flicked it a couple of 
times. All thoughts of her husband vanished as a surge 
of liquid heat rushed through her loins over powering 
all her other senses.

He again stopped at the entry of the pussy. By now 
Zoya's moans were clearly signifying her desire to get 
fucked. 

"You want to get fucked?" Subhash asked in a whisper. 

Zoya nodded. 

"Again. Your 'husband' has just done that. You have no 
problems with that?" Subhash's voice was still a 
whisper. 

Zoya opened her eyes. " If I say I have a problem will 
you not do it?"

"Do what?" he asked wickedly.

"Fuck me!" Zoya replied.

Subhash smiled. He was enjoying this very unexpected 
encounter with such a gorgeous lady. He then took a 
deep breath of Zoya's pussy odor, savoring its smell. 
Then he extended his tongue and took his first taste of 
Zoya's luscious cunt. The flat of his tongue swept 
between her tight wet cunt lips, "OOOOHHH!" 

Zoya gasped involuntarily after a long time her aching 
pussy got the attention it was craving for. Almost 
against her will, her hand moved behind his head. 

"No, please keep your hands where they were." Subhash 
commanded. 

His mouth glued itself to her pussy lips and he sucked 
hard, letting his tongue curl deep into the moist 
passage of the pussy and then twitch as her interior 
muscles closed around it. He worked it around then out, 
seeking the tip of her clit and teasing it, then 
nipping lightly, expertly with his teeth. 

Zoya moaned and squirmed in delight. He moved to her 
open slit and took deep penetrating licks of her 
glistening pussy lips. He tongue fucked her hard and 
deep. He continued to lick and suck, driving her wild 
with his thrusting tongue. He loved the way her silken 
thighs clenched around his face knowing she loved the 
way he sucked her cunt, even if she didn't say so. Her 
juices flowed freely from her pulsing pussy into his 
mouth as she thrashed about in wanton ecstasy.

"I can see that you are enjoying this and I am glad. Is 
it okay with you if I ask you to return this favor 
too?" Subhash asked. 

Zoya smiled wryly thinking that since it was Subhash 
who was calling the shots there was precious little she 
could do. With her eyes still closed she located his 
erect cock effortlessly. She bent down and kissed the 
tip of it. Thereafter she opened her mouth and gingerly 
took the head in her mouth. She knew by touch that 
Subhash's cock was circumcised i. e. different from 
Rehaan's. She just sucked on the head for a little 
while but she could feel that Subhash was getting 
impatient. He wanted her to take his full cock in her 
mouth. 

Zoya's soft, naturally pink lips closed around the head 
of Subhash's cock. She felt it begin to enlarge even 
more as her tongue moved along the shaft. Zoya moved 
her head back and forth sucking as much of the growing 
shaft into her throat as possible. Her moist, watery 
mouth covered his cock shaft with hot saliva. 

His mushroom shaped cockhead grew larger and more 
resilient with each passing second. The rhythmic 
sucking and milking of her soft velvety mouth

HOUSE RENOVATION

Karin Angelides gazed at herself in the mirror as she 
dressed. At 34, she still felt she had a pretty good 
body. She was tall, about 5'8" and still thin, but her 
hips, breasts and buttocks were fuller and more womanly 
now. Three days a week at the gym over the last seven 
years was an investment she wasn't about to give up. 
She'd started her exercise regimen when she and Rob 
first got married. She was 27 at the time and he was 
older, more established in his career as a lawyer. 

Given that her friends always commented on how good-
looking Rob was, Karin was determined that her husband 
was going to maintain his attraction to her. She'd cut 
her hair short about five years ago, but only because 
Rob liked it that way. As they continued to maintain 
their winter schedule of vacations to the Caribbean, 
she worked hard to insure that even after 30, she still 
looked good in a bikini. At the upscale beach resorts 
where they stayed, her full breasts, flat tummy and 
firm, round ass never failed to garner looks from the 
other guests, and sometimes even admiring comments.

With Rob's practice growing over the years, the couple 
had been able to move to a more expensive new home in a 
well-to-do suburb. The large rambling house wasn't 
exactly what Karin wanted but it was a good deal. After 
a few years living there, Rob gave in to Karin's 
repeated pleas to let her renovate parts of the house. 
Grudgingly, he'd given in, setting a budget but letting 
Karin choose all the details from the design to the 
accents and lighting, she even chose the contractor.

Karin had interviewed six or eight general contractors 
for the job, but eventually settled on a guy named 
Sanderson. He had strong references and had worked on 
some projects for friends. He was a little older than 
Karin liked and worked more slowly (according to 
friends) but his craftsmanship and attention to detail 
were solid and came highly recommended.

Sanderson's work crew was scheduled to arrive this 
morning to begin demolition in the old kitchen and 
Karin planned to monitor their work closely. She pulled 
on a pair of jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt for the day 
because she assumed the work would be dusty and dirty. 
The house was at the end of a cul-de-sac in their 
neighborhood and many of the lots surrounding them were 
empty. 

Karin carefully planned where she would park the 
construction worker's trucks to minimize damage to her 
landscaping. Around the back of the house was a large 
stone patio adjacent to the house, then a large 
swimming pool surrounding by a grassy area and a 
privacy fence. She made a mental note not to let the 
workers roll heavy wheelbarrows or other equipment over 
the patio, fearing the stones might crack under the 
weight.

At about 8am, she bounded downstairs to fix herself a 
cup of coffee. She found Mr. Sanderson in front of the 
house with 2-3 workers and she walked out the front 
door, mug in hand, to greet them.

"Good morning, Mr. Sanderson."

"Good morning, Karin. You're just in time for me to 
introduce you to my work crew. This here's Jake, my 
crew foreman, and his carpenters Rick and Steve. 
They're the inside crew that'll start demolition this 
morning. I've got two more guys on the way. They're the 
outside crew that will be hauling debris to the 
trucks."

Just then, a red pick up truck came barreling down the 
cul-de-sac, blaring the Red Hot Chili Peppers and 
screeching to a halt. The workers just shook their 
heads as they looked at the late arriving additions.

"That's my grandson, Jeff and his friend Eric," 
Sanderson said. "They're a little boisterous but 
there's no reason to be scared of 'em. Besides, they'll 
be working outside most of the time."

"That's okay," Karin laughed. "Boisterous boys don't 
bother me a bit."
The truck pulled up and the two young workers piled 
out, pulling their gloves and caps out of the back 
seat. They both wore faded jeans and work boots with 
paint stains on them. Over their thickly muscled 
torso's, they two men work "wife beater" t-shirts and 
each sported a three day stubble on their chins.

One of the pair was about average size, six feet tall 
or so. Karin, however, was struck by the appearance of 
the other. He was large, about six-three and well over 
two hundred pounds, Karin guessed. He had rounded pec's 
and his t-shirt could not hide a flat, washboard 
stomach. 

Karin tried not to stare but he was an Adonis. As he 
approached, she could see that he was baby-faced, with 
longish hair that fell over his ears in ringlets and 
steely blue eyes. Karin caught her breath. She wasn't 
sure what it would be like having this gorgeous 
creature working around her house all day. She could 
already see she wasn't going to be getting a whole lot 
done.

"Okay, boys," Sanderson called out. "Let's get to work. 
It's gonna be a hot one today so let's make sure you 
fellas working outside get plenty of water breaks, 
okay?"

The larger boy smiled as he walked up to the group, in 
a slow, hulking gait. "Okay, granddad," he said. 
Despite responding to Sanderson, the boy never let his 
eyes leave Karin. As the other workers left to begin 
their day, he stuck out his hand and introduced 
himself.

"Hi, I'm Jeff," he said. "You must be the lady of the 
house?"

Karin was a little nonplussed. "Oh... hi," she 
stammered. "I'm Karin Angelides. My husband and I live 
here."

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Karin Angelides," he 
said with a smile. Karin felt a little uncomfortable, 
he was holding her hand just a little too long for 
comfort. "Don't worry, I'm going to do a very good job 
for you. When this project's over you're gonna be very, 
very pleased."

"Cut the crap and get to work, Romeo," the other boy 
said. "Don't pay any attention to him, ma'am. He's 18 
and stupid. We don't have really high expectations for 
the boy."

"Bye, Karin," Jeff said, smiling. As he turned to walk 
away, Karin stood alone in the driveway, a little 
confused but at the same time mesmerized by what she 
considered a disconcerting moment. Was he just hitting 
on me, she wondered? Still, her eyes never left Jeff as 
he walked over to the dumpster to begin working. He 
looked just as good walking away from her, Karin 
thought, as he did face to face. She suddenly realized 
she was standing alone in her driveway, staring at the 
two young construction workers. My god, he's only 18, 
Karin thought. Red-faced, she turned around and headed 
back into the house.

She walked up the foyer stairs and tried to occupy 
herself with household chores while the construction 
workers began demolition downstairs, but Karin found 
the noise too distracting. She grabbed her coffee cup 
and walked across the upstairs landing to a spare room 
overlooking the work area. She peeked out the window 
from between the mini-blinds and watched the 
construction workers below. 

From her vantage point, she could watch Jeff and Eric 
loadings stacks of broken wood and drywall into the 
dumpster, their muscles rippling as they hoisted loads 
of debris over their heads. With few clouds to break 
the sun, the boys began sweating and after about 30 or 
40 minutes, Jeff stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it 
into the grass. 

Karin could feel her heart pounding as she watched him, 
the voyeuristic thrill sending ripples through her 
body. I can't believe watching this kid is affecting me 
this way, she thought to herself, this isn't like me. 
Karin didn't consider herself the type of woman who 
lusts after strange men. But she admitted she loved 
watching Jeff, imagining what it would be like to see 
his naked, sweating body. She was curious about what he 
looked like under his jeans. In her mind's eye, she 
imagined herself caressing his penis.

As she watched him, she slowly began pulling the waist 
of her t-shirt out of her jeans. Slowly, she slid one 
hand beneath the t-shirt and unclasped her bra. Gently, 
Karin began rolling her left nipple between her thumb 
and forefinger. A shiver shot through her body. Karin's 
breasts had always been sensitive. In fact, she had 
always been very proud of her breasts. They were large 
and full with protruding nipples that had garnered 
admiration since she was 15. 

In her younger days, before she was married, she loved 
going braless and loved to watch the double takes of 
men whose attentions were caught by her full chest and 
flat tummy. Karin was able to arouse herself by 
kneading and pinching her breasts and as her breathing 
grew more rapid, she felt herself reach down and begin 
unsnapping the front of her jeans.

Karin pulled her jeans and panties off of her hips and 
stepped out of them. She pulled her t-shirt and bra off 
and stood naked in the barely furnished spare room. 
Lying on the carpeted floor, she softly caressed her 
body before plunging her middle finger into her wet 
vagina. Pulling back slightly, she circled her clitoris 
with a moistened fingertip and she could feel the 
pulsing ecstasy through her brain. 

Her finger began rubbing her clit more rapidly and she 
arched her hips up off the floor as her body tensed. 
Several times she reached down with her free hand to 
push several fingers into her heavily lubricated pussy, 
then brought them rapidly to her mouth, tasting the 
pungent, sticky fluid.

Her rapidly vibrating finger pushed her closer and 
closer to climax. "Unh, unh, unh," she moaned, her 
voice a mixture of pleasure and pleading. "Oooh, yeah, 
right there," she said. In her mind, she imagined 
Jeff's scratchy face buried between her thighs, his 
tongue thrusting in and out of the folds of her labia, 
pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.

Karin plunged her middle and ring fingers into her 
pussy as wave after wave or orgasm flowed over her. Her 
muscles froze, then her heaving, naked body collapsed 
on the floor, unable to move. She brought her hands to 
her face and covered it, the smell of her womanhood 
closing around her.

My god, what am I doing, she thought. I just 
masturbated after watching an 18-year-old kid take his 
shirt off. Karin started to laugh and wondered if she 
were losing her mind.

The workers broke for lunch and went outside to open 
their brown bags on the lawn. Karin walked downstairs 
to the basement where she had moved all of the food 
from the kitchen. The basement had been furnished into 
a kind of recreation room, with a full bar and 
refrigerator. She'd turned several closets into a 
pantry, but this area was still very much Rob's room, 
with a wide screen TV and several large overstuffed 
couches. Behind the seating area was a pool table. 
Karin made herself a sandwich and sat down to watch TV. 
She'd finished up about 30 minutes before she heard 
footsteps on the stairs behind her.

"Hello?" Jeff called. "Karin, are you down here?" 

She thought it was a little familiar for him to call 
her by her first name. After all, technically she was 
his employer, but from her first meeting with him Karin 
could tell Jeff didn't lack confidence. Like most 
teenaged boys he was cocky and full of himself, but she 
wasn't exactly sure she wanted him calling her Mrs. 
Angelides either.

"I'm over here," she replied. "I just finished lunch." 
Karin looked back over her shoulder to see Jeff 
standing in the basement doorway. He was shirtless with 
a blue bandanna tied over his head and he had that 
silly grin on his face she'd noticed earlier. He was 
sweating slightly so that the light glistened off his 
pecs. Karin caught her breath. Man, you are one sexy 
bastard, she thought. She didn't even want to think 
about how many hearts he'd broken in his young life.

"I was thinkin' I might be able to get some ice for my 
water bottle," he said. "It's pretty hot out there."

"Oh, sure," Karin replied. "Let me grab that for you."

She walked over and he handed her the bottle. His eyes 
locked in on hers and she looked away shyly. Man, she 
thought, this kid doesn't give up. She wondered if many 
women were able to look into those beautiful pale blue 
eyes and not get wobbly knees.

"Oh, wow," he said. "Cool pool table. Do you mind if I 
look?"

"Go ahead," Karin said, smiling.

"Do you shoot pool?" Jeff asked.

"Not much," Karin said. "Every once in a while. It's 
mostly for my husband and his friends." She wondered if 
her referencing the fact that she was married would 
prompt Jeff to chill out. It didn't. He looked up and 
flashed his best lady-killer smile.

"Your husband is a very lucky man," he said. "Come on, 
show me some of your best shots."

"Don't you have to get back to work?" Karin said.

"We've got a few minutes."

Karin wasn't sure what he meant by "we". She was wary 
of being alone with Jeff, but she wondered if she 
wasn't reading too much into all this. After all, he 
was just a kid. Slowly, she walked around to the pool 
table and picked up a cue stick. She took aim at the 
white cue ball, but struck it clumsily and it skittered 
off at an odd angle, striking nothing.

"It's been a while,' Karin said. "I'm a little rusty."

Jeff smiled again and slowly began walking around to 
her side of the table. Karin was struck by the 
whiteness of his teeth and his full lips. She wondered 
how she'd never noticed them before. He walked around 
behind her.

"Your technique sucks," he said. "Here, let me show how 
to do it."

Karin could feel the heat of his body as he drew closer 
behind her. He placed the cue stick in front of her and 
held her hands as she grasped it. He pressed his hips 
against her ass and with his naked torso against her 
back, gently pushed her into a bent over position. He 
moved his face next to hers and she could feel his hot 
breath in her ear. She wondered if he could feel her 
heart beating. He was clearly overstepping the 
boundaries but Karin couldn't bring herself to break 
away or tell him to buzz off.

He gently wrapped her left hand around the pool cue and 
began softly rubbing it up and down the length of the 
stick.

"Okay, now get a feel for the stick," he said. "Get a 
good sense of its length. Get a firm grip, but not too 
tight. Does that feel good?"

"Yeah," Karin said. She could feel the stubble of his 
chin against her ear and cheek. She remembered her 
fantasy of earlier that morning when she'd imagined 
what it would feel like against her thighs. She could 
feel her tingling pussy begin to moisten.

"Now, when you strike the ball, you want to be able to 
control your breathing so you can make a straight 
shot," he said. "I want you to steady yourself and 
breathe as slowly as you can while you line up the 
ball." At that, Jeff slid his right hand from Karin's 
hand, slowly over to her hip, then under her t-shirt 
until it came to rest on her bare tummy. Karin tried to 
maintain control, but started to tremble slightly. The 
feeling of his hand against her bare skin prompted 
Karin to close her eyes and she bit her lower lip 
slightly to keep from gasping.

"Take your time," he whispered. "It'll all come back. 
You know what to do. You just need somebody to teach 
you. Your husband doesn't play with you enough, so you 
need somebody like me to reacquaint you with the stick. 
Show you how it feels to hold it, how it makes you feel 
when you use it the right way. I can do that, Karin. I 
can help you remember what it was like to play this 
game. How much fun you can have. How good it can make 
you feel."

Karin realized she was in dangerous territory, events 
were quickly spinning out of her control. With a 
quivering voice, she tried to reassert control of the 
situation.

"I-I can't... I mean, I want you to, but... I'm a 
married woman... my husband would..."

Jeff moved closer, his lips at her ear. "Karin," he 
whispered. "You need someone to give you the attention 
you need, to teach you, to focus on your needs. I think 
you and I could be could be really good at this game, 
Karin. I can teach you all kinds of new games, all you 
have to do is be willing to learn. You want that, 
Karin, don't you? You want to learn some new games?"

Jeff began to kiss the side of Karin's face and gently 
he probed her ear with his tongue. His hand moved 
slowly down Karin's belly to her abdomen until his 
middle finger reached her throbbing clitoris. 

She had no idea how long they had been involved in this 
little mind game, but surely it was more than the 15 
minutes he'd had left on his lunch break. Surely he 
would stop at any minute. The only problem was that 
Karin didn't want him to stop. She wanted him to 
continue kissing and touching her. She wanted to do 
whatever the hell this gorgeous boy wanted to do to 
her.

With one arm, Karin swept the billiard balls out of the 
way and spun around. She pulled his hand out of the 
front of her jeans and sprawled across the pool table 
on her back. She looked at him with a mixture of desire 
and anger. It was his fault for forcing these feelings 
in her to the surface. God, he was smug, she thought. 
He thinks he can just make a few high school moves and 
get me in bed. 

She began unsnapping the front of her jeans. "Isn't 
this what you want, you little bastard," she said. "Why 
do you keep toying with me when you just want to fuck 
me? Isn't that what this is all about? Getting your 
dick in me?"

Jeff smiled but didn't respond. He reach down and 
pulled her jeans and panties off Karin's hips. She 
lifted her bottom to assist him and as he dropped her 
clothes on the floor, she pulled her t-shirt and bra 
over her head, sliding her ass to the edge of the table 
and draping her legs to either side of him.

"Come here, you jerk," she hissed.

"Oooh, Karin, you're a pistol," he laughed. He watched 
her reach down and began unbuckling his belt. As she 
slipped off his jeans, the outline of his penis stood 
out in the cotton boxers, poking up toward the 
waistband. She pulled the elastic over his erection and 
slid his underwear down. His cock was large and red, 
the veins running purplish down the sides. Karin 
grasped his penis with one hand and ran the other hand 
over the smooth, hard mushroom head. Gently, she 
caressed his organ.

"Jeezus," she said, shaking her head. "You're 18 years 
old, you look like a million bucks and you're hung like 
a horse. Guys must really hate you."

"Yeah, but I've never had a complaint from a woman."

"And you won't get one here either, smart ass," she 
said. "I don't know whether to slap you or fuck you. 
C'mere and lay down on the pool table."

Jeff laid down on the pool table and Karin moved to 
kneel between his legs. She leaned over and took Jeff's 
massive tool in her mouth, swirling her tongue around 
the head and bobbing up and down on his cock. She 
cradled his balls in her hand and ran her lips along 
the underside of his penis, sliding the tip of her 
tongue into his slit and engulfing him with her mouth 
again. 

When her mouth returned to the head again, she pulled 
off and looked at him. He was propped up on his elbows 
watching her, his tousled hair framing his beautiful 
face. Again, there was that smile, that smart ass, 
lady-killer, I'm-good-and-I-know-it smile. The fact 
that Karin was so hot for him made her angry again.

"Listen, you big prick, you'd better not tell any of 
your buddies out there about this," she warned.

"Or what?"

Karin didn't know or what. All she knew was that she 
wanted to climb on top of this beautiful stud's cock 
and ride him for all he was worth. But she had a 
nagging suspicion that Jeff wasn't in the custom of 
letting women tell him what to do. She didn't answer 
but went back to fellating him. After a few minutes, 
she heard him say "off" and she looked up at him, 
confused. What was he doing? Was he actually telling 
her to stop blowing him?

"I want you to get off the pool table," he said. 
Slightly embarrassed, she complied, backing away and 
sliding off the platform. Instinctively, she placed her 
arms across her chest and covered herself. Jeff 
skittered off the pool table quickly and walked towards 
her. His cock was still fully erect and glistening with 
her saliva, gently swaying from side to side as he 
walked. When he got closer he moved behind her and 
wrapped his arms around hers. 

Karin could feel his penis between the cheeks of her 
ass and she felt the heat of his crotch on her skin. He 
pulled her arms from her chest and placed her palms on 
the surface of the pool table, then placing his hand on 
the back of her neck, he pushed her down until her face 
met the smooth felt of the table. His face was close to 
hers and again she could feel his hot breath. "Are you 
ready for me?" he whispered.

"Uh-huh, do it," she said. "Do whatever you want."

"Bitch, I'm gonna fuck you 'till you beg for mercy," he 
said. "Get ready for the ride of your life."

Karin could feel the head of his cock poised against 
the lips of her pussy. Looking across the room, she 
could see the reflection of the two of them in the 
mirror behind the bar. She was splayed out across the 
table, her arms laying out at right angles, her ass 
pushed lewdly up in the air, a position of complete 
submission ready to accept his cock and to take 
whatever pleasure he was willing to give to her. Behind 
her she could see her lover, a tall, muscular man-child 
with thick arms and sharply defined pectorals and abs. 

He was looking down at her with look of both ecstasy 
and contempt. He was aroused but to him, she was just 
another pussy, a girl to play with, a sex toy into 
which he would shoot his seed. Karin was aroused, too 
but her mind was a jumble of feelings, eroticism yes, 
but amazement that she would find herself in this 
position, spreading her legs preparing to be fucked by 
a younger man she'd met only a few hours before.

He entered her slowly, inch by inch. Karin gasped as 
his penis filled her vagina. "Ohhhhhhhhh," she called 
out as her body rippled with pleasure. She made 
guttural, animal noises as he began to slide back and 
forth inside her. He fucked her slowly and the pleasure 
was almost unbearable. I thought young guys were 
supposed to like the 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am' she 
thought. This guy was taking his time, controlling her, 
giving her pleasure in long, languid bits. She wondered 
where he'd ever learned to fuck this way? She wanted to 
thank the woman who taught him.

Incrementally, Jeff began increasing the speed and 
aggressiveness of their lovemaking. As he, pushed into 
Karin faster and faster, she became more vocal and 
eventually, he began fucking her with such force she 
shook with each thrust.

"Oooohh, yesssss!" she shouted. "That's it, that's 
good. Give it to me, baby. Fill me up with that 
gorgeous cock."

"You like that?" he said. "You don't get this at home, 
do you? Your husband don't fuck you like this? Naah, he 
don't give you this kinda wood."

"Unh, unh, unh...no, I've never been fucked like this 
before," Karin answered. "Ooooh, I'm gonna cum, you're 
gonna make me cum all over you... ahh, ahh, 
ahhhhhhhhh!!!" At that, her body tensed and Jeff could 
feel her pussy becoming slicker and slicker. Karin 
looked in the mirror again and as she lifted herself 
up, she could see the blood had drained from her face 
and it contorted in pleasure, her breasts fully 
engorged with nipples poking out ripe and red.

"God," he hissed. "I'm gonna cum inside you, I'm gonna 
shoot my load!" Moments later she felt his motion stop 
and her sopping pussy became even wetter as their 
juices mixed together. Karin could feel the wetness of 
their combined orgasms trickling down the insides of 
her thighs. A short time later, she felt him pull out 
of her and she sank to the surface of the pool table, 
pulling herself up and lying on it like a bed. She 
looked around to see Jeff pulling on his boxers and 
jeans.

"You okay?" he said.

"Mmmmm," she replied. "That felt really good." Karin 
brought her hands to her face and covered herself, part 
embarrassment, part disbelief. "I'm not normally like 
that," she said. "I mean, I don't go around fucking 
strange guys. Not that you're strange, that is. I mean, 
I don't usually throw myself at men like that, but I 
don't know, something just came over me."

"Hey, don't apologize," he said. "I don't know about 
you but that was pretty fun."

"Yeah, fun," she said. "Jeezus."

"Gotta get back to work," he said, moving toward the 
door. "See you tomorrow, maybe?"

"Yeah, tomorrow."

Karin dressed herself and went upstairs to take a 
shower. For the rest of the afternoon, she did little 
else but lounge around her bedroom, staring into space 
and contemplating what had occurred to her. What was 
she thinking, she wondered? He's 18, just a kid. She 
blushed at wondering what Jeff must have thought, 
flashed back to how she'd slavishly made love to his 
cock and compliantly bent over as he fucked her from 
behind. He may be a kid, she thought, but he was more 
of a man than any of the lovers she'd had in her past 
and to her shock, she realized that probably included 
her husband.

Karin was setting the table in the dining room when Rob 
arrived home from work, carrying the take out food that 
would become the staple of their diet over the coming 
weeks as the kitchen was being remodeled. He prattled 
on about a contract he was drafting for a client while 
Karin listened absent-mindedly, but he caught her 
attention when he announced that the client was 
requesting a face-to-face consultation on the contract 
and he'd be flying out the next morning for a weeklong 
business trip to the West Coast. 

Rob apologized profusely but said it was unavoidable 
and he was sorry to be leaving her in the middle of 
such a mess with construction workers roaming the house 
all day.

Karin told him not to worry, she'd get by all right. 
That night she packed a suitcase for her husband and 
couldn't help occasionally smiling to herself.

Rob left for the airport bright and early the next 
morning, before Karin even awoke. She heard the sounds 
of the construction workers trucks pulling out and 
looked out her window to see if Jeff's truck was there. 
It was. She thought it was a good sign that he'd 
arrived for work on time this morning and as she looked 
down, she could see Mr. Sanderson hammering a sign in 
Karin's front yard. It said "another fine job by 
Sanderson Construction. Pleasing our customers is our 
top priority." She burst out laughing.

All morning Karin primped and combed like a schoolgirl 
before a date. She spent nearly an hour on her make up 
and fretted for almost as long over what she would wear 
that day? Jeans again? Or something sexier? Would 
showing too much skin be too obvious? What would she do 
if Jeff had told the other workers about their 
encounter? How would she be able to look them in the 
eye? What if Jeff wasn't interested in her anymore? 
After all, how could she give in to him any more than 
she had yesterday?

Karin settled on a pair of khaki shorts and a tank top. 
She didn't want to seem too obvious but she wanted to 
let Jeff know she was available for him. At the last 
moment, she decided not to wear a bra under the tank 
top and a nervous chill ran over her. Her protruding 
nipples were clearly visible under the cotton fabric 
and she wasn't sure how she'd react to Mr. Sanderson if 
she saw him, but she decided she didn't care. She'd 
never had any problem attracting the attention of men 
before and nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She got a cup of coffee and walked out to the area 
where Jeff and Eric were loading debris.

"Good morning, boys," she said, cheerily. "I just made 
a pot of coffee if anybody here needs a cup?"

"No thanks, ma'am," Eric said, smiling. "We had 
breakfast before we got to the job site." As he looked 
at Karin, his eyes locked in on her chest and seconds 
later, Jeff noticed her as well. They stopped dead in 
their tracks and took a good long look at her. Karin 
noticed that some of the other construction workers 
were a few yards away and they too had paused to take 
in the sights. A few elbowed each other knowingly.

"Well, if there's anything you need, you just let me 
know," she said. "Water, ice, anything." Karin turned 
and walked back into the house, putting a bit more sway 
in her hips than usual. She could feel the eyes staring 
at her as she closed the door behind her. From behind 
the door, she could hear the buzz of the workers and 
they returned to their routine. One of them simply said 
"damn" and Karin smiled.

Karin tried to occupy herself but the anticipation was 
killing her. She sat quietly in the basement and 
watched TV but the game shows and soap operas bored 
her. Her mind always strayed back to Jeff and whether 
he would return to tantalize her again. Around noon she 
heard work boots clattering down the steps and turned 
to see Jeff standing in the doorway again. Again, her 
body reacted to the sight of him and she felt her pussy 
getting wet.

"Hey there," he said.

"Hey there yourself," Karin replied.

"I can't stay down here as long as yesterday," he 
started. "The boss got really pissed I was gone for so 
long. He was asking a lot of questions .."

"My husband's gone out of town for the week,"
Jeff smiled and his cockiness returned. "I still don't 
have much time, but I guess we've got a lot more time 
coming to us this week, don't we?"

Karin laughed. "We sure do." 

He smiled and flopped down on the sofa. "Well then," he 
said. "Why don't you get naked and then you can come 
over here and give me a blow job." He began unbuckling 
the front of his jeans. 

Karin had hoped for a little more eroticism, a little 
more foreplay, but she reminded herself that he was 
just a kid and to a kid, sex is about getting your 
rocks off. She slowly undressed and stood before him 
completely nude. Her shyness was past and she walked 
over to him brazenly, making no attempt to cover 
herself. She reached down and slid his shirt over his 
head and then pulled his jeans and boxer shorts off his 
hips and legs. 

He was stroking his half-hard cock as she knelt down 
and took him in her mouth. She placed her hands on 
either side of his hips and her face began bobbing up 
and down on his cock again. With his erection in her 
mouth, she looked up to see him, head tossed back, 
breathing heavily. She ran her hands over his hard 
chest and stomach and continued making love to his 
penis with her tongue.

"Oh, you fucking bitch," he said. "I knew you'd be good 
at giving head the first time I saw you. I just knew 
it. You've got a mouth that was just made for sucking 
cock. And you're sooo good at it. You like this, don't 
you?"

"Mmmm," Karin moaned, assenting.

Jeff smiled his lady-killer smile at her again. "This 
ain't your first blow job, is it baby?" he said. "Yeah, 
you like that cum diet. That's what keeps you in such 
good shape. Problem is, your husband don't know how 
much you like sucking cock, does he?"

Karin wasn't sure she like bringing her husband into 
this, but she continued blowing him. After about 15 
minutes, Jeff's breathing quickened and his body went 
rigid. His cock began spurting in Karin's mouth as she 
gulped down his semen. She was amazed as how much he 
came, spurt after spurt of bitter, salty fluid oozing 
into the back of her mouth and down her throat. 

Gently, she milked his cock, squeezing the last drops 
of his fluid into her mouth, inserting her tongue into 
his slit, her cheeks hollowing as she softly sucked on 
his glans. As she pulled away, his deflating penis 
bobbed in her hand.

Without saying a word, he stood up and began pulling on 
his clothes again.

"Wait," Karin said. "Where are you going?"

"I told you I don't have as much time as yesterday," he 
said. 

"But what about me?" she said, her voice pleading.

Looking down at her, kneeling naked on the floor, his 
hand caressed Karin's cheek. "Tell you what," he said. 
"I'll ask Eric if he can get a ride home with one of 
the other guys tonight. When my shift ends I'll come 
back. Then I'll give you want you really want." He 
smiled again. "Might even spend the night if you ask me 
nice enough. Baby, by the time I'm through with you, 
you won't even be able to walk tomorrow."

After he left, Karin sat alone on the basement floor, 
stark naked, the taste of Jeff's semen still warm and 
bitter in her mouth. God, he's full of himself, she 
thought. But her body tingled with the anticipation of 
what was to come, a full night with her new lover, 
rolling around in the bed reserved for her husband, 
being fucked by a young stud until she begged him to 
stop, exhausted by orgasm after orgasm. She realized 
that nothing else in the world mattered to her except 
fucking this boy.

When Jeff walked in through the front door that night 
after the other workers had left, he didn't bother to 
knock. Karin ran from her upstairs bedroom and greeted 
him in the foyer, throwing her arms around his neck and 
kissing him passionately. She bubbled like a teenaged 
girl and as he plopped down on the living room sofa, 
she ran to fetch him a beer. Later she fixed him supper 
and watched raptly as he lazily chewed his food. She 
waited on him, asked him if he wanted anything else 
half a dozen times and quickly provided whatever he 
requested.

Later that evening, she led him by the hand upstairs to 
her bedroom where she had placed fresh sheets on the 
bed and scented candles around the room. The undressed 
and tumbled into the bed and their lovemaking was 
intense and physical. In the back of her mind, Karin 
may have entertained thoughts of a romantic evening, 
but Jeff fucked her with a sense of entitlement. 

Using his physical size he pushed and pulled her into 
half a dozen different positions and pistoned her 
mercilessly with his cock. He used crude language to 
tell her what he wanted and she breathlessly complied, 
but her complicity resulted in orgasm again and again, 
three in all that night each more vocal than its 
predecessor. All night she moaned in ecstasy and 
pleaded with him to fuck her again, praising his 
beauty, his body, his face but silently resenting the 
sexuality of this boy who made her bed his personal 
property.

The next morning he dressed and went to work and she 
could hear the guffaws of the construction workers as 
he emerged from the house. Karin knew that any pretext 
of hiding her affair with Jeff was gone, at least among 
the construction workers. Still, she didn't care.

Each day of the week that followed evolved into 
something of a routine. Around lunchtime, Jeff would 
saunter into the air-conditioned house, sweaty from 
exertion and the midday heat and she would perform oral 
sex on him. She began to hunger for him each day, the 
hardness of his cock in her mouth, the salty taste of 
his semen. 

When he would ejaculate in her mouth it only made her 
hornier, she loved feeling the muscles of his ass 
tighten as shot his load into her mouth. She loved the 
smell of his crotch and the taste of his come, it was 
intoxicating to her. She gave up any attempt to hide 
her affair from the other workers. Several times she 
got tired of waiting for him to come in the house for 
his midday blowjob, walking brazenly out into the yard 
in the sexiest outfit she could find to grab him around 
the wrist and pull him away. She would drag him through 
the gate to the pool area and behind the privacy fence 
she would strip off his shirt and jeans, drop to her 
knees and hungrily take his cock into her mouth. 

Once she realized that she hadn't fully locked the 
fence gate and it had rolled open while she was blowing 
him. Unknowingly, Karin had continued to service his 
cock as the construction workers gathered to watch 
through the gate. When he had cum in her mouth, she 
stood up and turned around only to see a crowd of men. 
Karin laughed sheepishly as they whooped and applauded.

The daily blowjobs brought out an exhibitionist streak 
in Karin. She began wearing her string bikini around 
the house and for a few days in a row, would follow her 
midday sessions with Jeff by skinny dipping in the 
backyard pool or sunbathing nude. Still, as the week 
drew to a close she became more and more depressed at 
the prospect of her husband's return. She knew the long 
nights of bringing her boy toy to the master bedroom 
and letting him ravish her with his magnificent penis 
were drawing to an end and she began thinking about 
ways to continue her illicit affair.

In the weeks after Rob came home from the West Coast, 
Karin returned to the routine of a housewife, cooking, 
cleaning and performing other mundane chores. Sanderson 
Construction finished the renovation of the Angelides 
kitchen and left Karin's life, but she held on to 
Jeff's phone number and occasionally she would invite 
him over during the day, while he wasn't working. They 
fucked less often than when he was working for Karin, 
but she still enjoyed being in bed with him and enjoyed 
immensely his glorious body and that lovely cock.

Later that summer, Karin was working out at the gym 
when she bumped into Mary Catherine Carpenter, a 
neighbor who lived down the street. Mary Catherine and 
her husband had bought a house in the neighborhood last 
year and Karin had run across them several times. They 
were young and affluent. Like Rob, her husband was a 
doctor and Mary Catherine filled her time with 
charitable galas and volunteer work. 

Mary Catherine was a tall, lithe brunette with long, 
dark hair parted in the middle and she had a constant 
habit of sweeping it back stylishly with her hands. 
Karin thought she could've been a model in her youth. 
As they rode side by side on a stationary bike, Mary 
Catherine told Karin that she'd convinced her husband 
to let her spend some money on a home improvement 
project and she'd decided to renovate their kitchen. 

Hadn't Karin had her kitchen re-done earlier this year? 
Could she recommend a contractor? Her mind reeling with 
wicked thoughts, Karin wrote down the number for 
Sanderson Construction and gave it to Mary Catherine. 
Three weeks later the familiar yard sign was in front 
of the Carpenter house down the street.

Karin called her up the day the project started to ask 
how things were going.

"Oh, they've gotten started," she said. "They've 
started demolition on the kitchen and its kind of noisy 
around here."

"Now, Mary Catherine," Karin said. "Make sure you keep 
a close eye on those construction workers. Make sure 
they're doing what you want and that they're doing it 
right."

"I am, don't worry," she said. "Especially that 
Sanderson guy's grandson, have you gotten a look at 
him? My gosh, he's to die for! He started work here 
this morning and when he took off his shirt, I thought 
I was going to faint!"

"Oh yeah, I have seen him. He's cute."

"Cute?" Mary Catherine said. "Karin, its all I can do 
to keep from having dirty thoughts while he walks 
around here."

"Well, there's no law against dirty thoughts. Good luck 
with your project."

Two days later, curiosity got the best of Karin and she 
walked down the street to the Carpenter house. When she 
rang the doorbell, Mary Catherine answered but she was 
dressed rather unusually. The 30-year old housewife was 
wearing a micro miniskirt with a low cut blouse and 
black "fuck me" pumps. She was surprised to see Karin 
at the door.

"Oh, hi Karin," she said, nervously. "Look, I'm kind of 
busy right now. Can I call you later?" Mary Catherine 
started backing away from the door and unexpectedly, 
Karin followed her inside.

"No, honey," Mary Catherine pleaded. "I can't talk 
right now. You have to leave, please."

"I'll just be here a second," Karin said. "I just want 
to see how they're doing with...?" Her voice stopped as 
she turned to see Jeff in the Carpenter living room. He 
was sitting on the couch, completely naked, stroking 
his half-hard cock. He had that lady-killer smile on 
his face and he made no attempt to cover himself.

"Omigod, omigod, omigod," Mary Catherine gasped. "This 
is not what it looks like, Karin. I was just upstairs 
and I came down and found him like this."

"Dressed like that?" Karin said.

"Omigod, omigod," Mary Catherine blushed a deep red. 
"This is so bad. I am so busted."

"Hi, Karin," Jeff said.

"Hi, Jeff, "

"You... you know him?" Mary Catherine asked 
suspiciously.

Karin smiled and put her hand on Mary Catherine's 
shoulder. "I fucked him too, honey," she said. "When I 
recommended Sanderson to you, I half expected you'd 
wind up in bed with him, I mean, look at him. Don't you 
just want to eat him alive? I mean, isn't he just the 
hottest thing you've ever seen?"

"He is that."

"Problem is," Karin continued. "He thinks he's God's 
gift to women. My problem is I pretty much think he's 
right. I'll admit when I knocked on your door here 
today, I figured he would've gotten in your pants by 
now. It didn't take him that long to get in mine."

"So, Karin," Jeff said, that familiar grin on his face. 
"You want to join us?"

A look of shock came over Mary Catherine's face. "You 
mean a m‚nage-a-trois?" 

"No, no," Jeff said. "I was thinking we could all go to 
bed together." 

Karin reached over and gently unbuttoned Mary 
Catherine's blouse. She slid it off her shoulders and 
then slipped the mini skirt off Mary Catherine's hips. 
To Karin's surprise, her demure little neighbor was 
wearing thong panties. She leaned down to pull them off 
and smelled the unmistakable mustiness of arousal from 
Mary Catherine's pussy. 

Karin quickly pulled off her shorts and t-shirt and 
slipped her middle finger into Mary Catherine, watching 
closely as her eyes closed and her mouth opened wide. 
She leaned over and kissed Mary Catherine full on the 
lips, their tongues circling around each other as Mary 
Catherine's hands roamed freely over her neighbor's 
body.

"Damn," Jeff said.

Have you ever been with another woman before?" Karin 
asked.

"No," Mary Catherine whispered.

"Have you ever had sex with two people at once?"

"No."

"Have you ever had a woman's tongue in your pussy and a 
man's cock in your mouth at the same time?"

"No," Mary Catherine whispered again. "But I want that. 
I really, really want that to happen. Will you do that, 
Karin? Will you eat my pussy while I suck his cock?"

Karin motioned to Jeff to head upstairs to the bedroom. 
"Oh, honey, you just wait," she said to her trembling 
neighbor. "You're gonna love what we're about to do to 
you. We're gonna make you cum so many times you'll 
think you've died and gone to heaven. You'll be 
addicted to that boy's cock after it's all over. I know 
I am."

Karin leaned over and kissed Mary Catherine lightly on 
the lips, their tongues darting out ever so slightly to 
touch. She took Mary Catherine by the hand and 
together, the two gloriously naked women climbed the 
stairs to the bedroom, both wet with anticipation of 
the pleasures that lie ahead.