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How to Meet Women at the Gym | Dating Tips and Dating Advice by …
So many of you guys work out and see hotties at the gym.
And I’m sure all of you have heard women say that they hate meeting men at the gym.
They don’t feel pretty.
They feel sweaty.
They stink.
All right, just seeing if you’re paying attention, maybe they don’t stink, but you get the idea.
But the gym has always been one of my favorite places to meet women.
Why?
Because I don’t think like the regular guy.
Most guys think they need to go over and ask her out immediately.
And most guys spend so much time trying to find the perfect thing to say that they don’t do the simple things that you can do at the gym.
So here are a few ways that you can become the social man at the gym, and attract all the sweaty women that you previously just stared at:
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DATING: A Love Letter – “Should I?” « LifeBytes…Real Stories
Last week I was going through some of my beloved mothers personal items (she is 4 years in heaven). As I was going through some of my mom’s things, I found my father’s jewelry box and tucked away amidst his Irish Step Dancing Medals was a note … a love note my mother wrote to him before they married. So, it is probably Circa 1957.
I come from an Irish family, so they did not lavish a ton of physical affection upon you. A hug and a kiss meant the worrld to me. It was not idly given or thrown away. Words and actions counted and meant something. My parents loved their children dearly and they showed it in their selfless behavior, their care in providing a stable & loving home and their zest for developing our mind and talents. A poem, a letter, a smile with a nod and wink, or sharing themselves over a cup of tea is how my parents communicated love. And, I was lucky ~ I felt very loved!
So, when the care was taken to write a poem and expose your heart, it prodded you to take notice and realize how difficult it might have been … but it was so important, it had to be said.
Here is a poem written by my mom, Patricia L. Kelly O’Connor to her soon to be husband, Kenneth F. O’Connor in 1957:
SHOULD I?
Should I say I miss you
Do you think I dare,
Say I miss your smile
Or, how you miss my hair?
Say I miss your joking,
Or, the twinkle in your eye,
Say I miss your hand in mind
How I hate to say, “goodbye?”
Say I miss your dancing,
How we stay out so late
Say I’ve had more fun with you,
Than any other date?
Say I like the talks we’ve had
How I enjoyed your every word?
If I should say all this to you,
Would you think me absurd?
I know you think me silly
And serious, not a mite
But, should I say I miss you
Since you last told me “goodnight?”
Should I say these things to you?
I stop … I hesitate … then sigh …
I guess I really shouldn’t …
But maybe … dear me, “Should I?”
It’s innocent & touching and reveals her heart … and that gives me goosepimples!
Thanks, Mariann
Chatting
Chatting A view of the mysterious world of on line chatting View Author’s Copyright Information She doesn t know my hair is thinning or see the wrinkles around my eyes or that my beard needs trimming, and I wonder does she realize while we sit here in our rooms and chat, our fingers clicking on the keys forming words, expressing this and that, not knowing if we re going to tease, not knowing if we ll reach through space and in that world above the world, imagining each other s face, touch and have our passion twirled like string, our fingers pulling tight, pulling at each other s minds, wondering if we re wrong or right to follow who our chatting finds.
And I wonder what she s wearing.
Is she in a robe or some old shirt? And does she like this time we re sharing or is she here to play and flirt? And does she find my words alluring as she s looking at the screen, each sentence going off exploring though I wonder what they mean.
And I watch her words appearing, and smile at what s she s saying, And though it s with my eyes I m hearing, I like the sassy way she s playing.
She doesn t know I m drinking wine when I send my cool words back.
And I wonder if she likes my line, or if our posing ways will crack.
And I wonder what her life is like as our fingers talk and somehow reach inside the other s hearts to strike a chord that transcends speech.
And suddenly we re asking more as our fascination grows.
And our hearts begin to pour as our sudden caring shows.
And it doesn t matter what we re wearing as we sit in our distant rooms.
It only matters what we re sharing and what the other one assumes.
And somehow as we reach through space and with our words we touch and kiss, imagining each other s face and hope we re finding bliss.
Who knows where this chat will end when we disappear from the screen? Will we become each others friend– lovers in this world between, living in this atmosphere, never knowing where we are, or will we both just disappear and fade like a falling star?
Fucking Married – Part 1
Fucking Married – Part 1 Chase is a dirty little slut who loves fucking I didn t know he was married the first time I fucked him.
I was waitressing in a bar and he was out with friends, drinking.
It wasn t that late; early evening, in fact.
He was so handsome.
Tall and chiselled, broad shoulders, smouldering eyes.
He struck up conversation while I was serving them drinks.
He was the whole package charming too.
He told me his name was Paul and that if he had his way he would have my number before he left that night.
Some men just have a way to fluster a girl.
He was one of those men.
When he left, he came right up close to me, so I could feel my breasts against him, and he whispered in my ear Thanks for servicing us.
He then presumptuously bent down and kissed my earlobe.
He had to bend down, as I am far shorter than he is.
When I shivered, and placed my hand on his chest and whispered into his neck, My pleasure sir, we had an intense moment of breath It s the only way I can explain how the room disappeared around us and we were in one another s space so intensely.
He whispered again, When is your break? I whispered back, In 10 minutes.
I could feel his lips smile against my cheek.
I ll wait out back for you then, was all he had to say to have me hooked.
I ve always fancied myself a dirty little slut.
Chance sexual encounters turn me on.
I obviously exuded these signals, as I often find myself available to just these situations.
When I walked out the back door, he was standing against a slick silver Jag, carelessly smoking a cigarette.
I walked up to him and took his cigarette, taking a deep drag from it before throwing it on the ground.
He had the sexiest smile.
He grabbed me by the ass and pulled me in for the first kiss.
A hard, passionate, tongue-probing kiss; dirty, just the way I like it.
I remember pressing myself against his crotch hard.
I couldn t waste time, I was on a smoke break.
I wanted to fuck.
He sensed my urgency.
He picked me up and held me against the cool metal of the car.
Pulling my panties to one side he inserted his fingers into my cunt.
I was already wet and sticky.
He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and smirked as I squirmed and moaned my satisfaction.
But this was wasting time.
Fuck me I told him.
To which he obliged.
His cock was enormous.
Not big, not huge enormous! The biggest I ve ever had.
It was a bit of a shock at first but that didn t stop him from pounding hard into my tight pussy.
I was gushing in mere seconds.
He had to hold me up so I didn t fall onto the floor.
It didn t take him long either.
I felt his hot load fill me up, and his cock pulsate as it released the hot sticky cum deep inside me.
Leaning against me, leaning against the car, we both heaved for breath for a few minutes.
Then he said What was your name again? Chase? How about that number now I d like you to meet my wife.
What the fuck? I had never had that happen to me before.
It knocked the wind out of my sails a bit but I did give him my number; I wanted to feel that enormous cock again and I just hoped he was joking about the wife part.
That he was married suited me just fine, in fact, as it meant no commitment expectations.
I liked fucking too much and a variety of fucks, at that.
I was not a one man type of gal.
I didn t wait for his call or anything.
Like I said, my sexual needs are always met.
When I want sex, I find sex.
I m open to it and always seem to be satisfied.
When he called though, I was glad.
Excited, even It s always dirtier when the man you re fucking is cheating on his wife.
I eagerly agreed to meet him again at a hotel room, in his car and a few more times in the back alley after drinks with his friends.
You are a promiscuous little slut.
I find you delectable.
I wonder just how adventurous you re willing to get? Paul said to me one evening while we were smoking a cigarette in the back alley after another mind blowing fuck session.
You never know, baby…
I might just surprise you, I cheekily replied.
My sweetheart I think you might just surprise yourself,” he said and left it at that.
He was interesting, this one.
I couldn t help but wonder where this was all going.
That is, until I got a call from his wife.
Hello is this Chase? she asked.
Yes, that s me, I replied.
Hi, Chase.
This is Tam.
I m Paul s wife.
I got your number off his phone.
I was quiet for a second and then quickly replied, Paul? Who s Paul? She laughed on the other side of the phone, Don t worry, hun I m not phoning cause I m busting you.
I know Paul fucks other people.
I believe you are his flavour of the month.
I just like to meet his girls.
She really didn t sound angry at all.
Again, what the fuck? This was a very weird relationship.
She told me how they have always been open.
She fucks other people, too.
Their only rule is that they are honest with each other about it.
He had told her about all our meetings in great detail , she told me, but didn t actually repeat the detail back to me, thank God.
I don t get shy easily but this made me shy….
……….
to be continued ……….
A quick vignette
A quick vignette Lucy meets her dom in person for the first time, but he cannot touch her.
“Hello, Lucy.
Nice to see you at last.” Lucy had just walked into the room.
It was a fairly standard, but nicely furnished hotel room.
A king-sized bed took up most of the space, across from an armoire, with a TV in it.
At the far end of the room, was a window with its curtains open to let the afternoon sun was stream in.
Since they were on the 23rd floor, it was, at best, unlikely they could be seen.
Lucy was wearing a rather form-fitting black evening gown.
She felt quite overdressed, and it was a warm summer afternoon.
She was perspiring a little, though not entirely from the weather.
Lucy knew – hoped? – that the voice belonged to Sean, with whom she had been communicating over the Internet for a couple of months.
He suggested they meet in person.
He set out the initial ground rules, which were simple, but – he said – designed to give her as much assurance of her safety as possible.
Firstly, he would be alone.
Secondly, he would not touch her.
Third, he would release her immediately and leave at her request.
But, apart from that, he required her total obedience.
Sean was seated in a chair, by the window.
The sunlight coming in the window made it difficult to see him, other than as a silhouette – she was sure he set it up that way.
She was nervous, but she had gotten to know Sean fairly well – at least, as well as the Internet allowed.
“That really is a stunning dress.
Turn around once, so I can see it all.” She wasn’t really the modeling type.
But she put on a nervous smile and slowly turned full circle.
She had shoulder-length, thick, jet-black hair.
She dyed it that way – naturally she was a dirty blonde with fair skin.
She was average height, for a girl, and was proud of her svelte figure, which she worked hard to keep.
“Strip.” The abruptness of the command took her back for a moment.
She shuddered.
They had played on web cams, but she was always in her own home, and always ostensibly alone.
Always had control – after all, she always had the option to yank the plug at any moment.
She hesitated, for just a moment, before she told herself that it wasn’t that different, really.
She could always leave, after all.
She bit her lip and reached behind her back for the dress’ zipper.
She peeled the dress off her shoulders and felt the cool air of the room as the dress fell away from her.
She pushed it down past her hips and stepped out of it and set it down on the bed.
She now was wearing a black bra over her 36C breasts, a black, lacy thong, and an elegant pair of lacy black heels.
Her hands were trembling a bit, as she reached behind her again, to release the catches of her bra.
She caught it as it came loose and she placed it on the bed.
She looked at Sean, hoping to see some sort of reaction, but to the extent that she could see his face silhouetted against the window, she only saw his intent gaze.
Like he could see through her skin into her soul.
She had seen something like that in the web chats, but it was somehow different in person.
She caught herself lost in that thought after a moment and remembered she still had her panties on.
She bent over, pulled them down and stepped out of them.
She straightened up, but deftly moved a hand up her leg as she did and held it over her crotch.
She tried to be graceful and nonchalant about trying to preserve her modesty, but a voice in her head chided her for her clumsy bashfulness.
She tried to speak, but her voice didn’t work properly at first.
She coughed softly and tried again, “The shoes too?” “Sir,” he corrected.
“The shoes too, Sir?” She blushed a bit, either for having made a mistake or for being corrected like a child.
She wasn’t sure.
“No.
I like what they are doing to your legs.
I’m going to teach you how to stand before me.
Place your hands behind your back, each hand on the opposite elbow.
Shoulders back.
Chin up.
Legs straight.
Feet shoulder-width apart.” She quickly moved to comply.
When she moved her hands away from her sex, she revealed that she was completely shaved.
She assumed the stance, as he had directed.
When she straightened her shoulders she couldn’t help feeling like she was pushing her breasts straight out.
Presenting them.
“Very good.
That’s how you should stand when you are nude before me, unless I give you alternate instructions.
Is that understood?” “Yes, Sir.” “Next, I want you to put your hands behind your head.
Lace your fingers together, and elbows back as far as you can.” Again, she moved to comply.
As she moved her hands behind her head, her chin dropped slightly.
“Keep your chin up.
The only parts of you that need to be moving are your arms and hands.” She knew that he was more experienced than she was at this, the voice in her head remarked at how well each of these new postures seemed designed to force her to thrust her breasts forward wantonly.
“Very good.
Now turn around and face the wall.” As she did so, she tried to make sure, this time, that she remained in position as she moved.
“Move your feet a little further apart.” Her mental attention shifted almost instantly from thinking about her breasts to realizing that he must be staring at her ass right now.
For a moment, her modesty almost threatened to swell forth and compell her to close, rather than open her thighs.
But she was starting to feel something else.
The nervous knot forming in her stomach, from presenting herself so openly to a man she barely knew, was nothing compared to the other feeling that was making itself felt, somewhat further down.
She heard – or perhaps imagined – some rustling behind her as if he was adjusting his own clothing.
Her mind ran overdrive, painting a picture of him having to adjust his clothing around a growing erection and the room suddenly felt like it was much, much warmer.
Still, she did not turn around.
“Back up two paces, and then bend over.
Put your hands on your shins as close to your ankles as you can.
Keep your eyes as high on the wall in front of you as you can.” Her only thought was, “Oh my God.” Positioned at the window as he was, he would not fail to have a perfect view of all of her feminine treasures.
She bit her lip again and slowly complied.
As she bent over, her puffy nether lips parted ever so slightly with the change in position, owing to her legs being spread.
There was no denying to herself at this point that she was wet.
But could he see it from so far across the room? “You are very beautiful, Lucy.” She wasn’t sure whether – or even how – she was to respond to that.
His silence seemed to be prompting her to say something, so she simply responded, “Thank you, Sir.” “Reach up with your right hand and spread yourself open.” The room felt suddenly hot again and her mouth opened and she almost gasped before she caught herself.
She moved her hand up to her sex and pressed her lips outward with two fingers.
As she did, she brushed past the lips and felt the wetness that was building.
He had her hold this position only briefly, before he said, “Stand back up.” She straightened herself back up, with her hands by her side.
He quickly scolded her, “Where should your hands be?” She quickly threw her hands behind her back, upset with herself that she had forgotten so quickly.
“Now, turn around and hang your dress in the armoire.
You’re going to need the bed.” She picked up the dress and opened the armoire.
It had some coat hangers on a bar – the funny “hotel only” kind of hangers.
They must have been designed by a man, because they weren’t really designed to hold up a dress very well.
But she managed to arrange it.
To the side of the hanger space, there were a couple of drawers.
She put her bra and panties in one.
When she was done, he spoke again, “Take your shoes off and put them away as well.” She sat on the edge of the bed and reached down and unbuckled each shoe in turn and removed them.
Then she stood and carried them over to the armoire, set them inside the bottom and shut the door.
There was something final in that moment.
She now was completely nude, and had just shut her clothes inside the armoire.
It wasn’t locked, of course, but since her dress was out of sight, she suddenly felt more vulnerable.
She realized that the conceit she had before that she could leave at any time wasn’t completely true, unless she planned on running away naked.
She shuddered at the thought.
She had been brought up by her parents to be modest.
She knew that Sean would – if she became his – want her nude as much as possible.
She snapped herself out of it.
Her hand was still on the armoire from closing it.
She turned to face Sean and put her hands behind her back again.
“Take the bedspread off the bed and toss it on the floor.
Then lie down on the bed with your feet towards me.
Put one or two of the pillows under your head so that you’re comfortable.
Spread your legs so that I can have a good view.” As he said the last part, she flushed again and she clenched involuntarily.
She quickly complied, waiting until the end to part her thighs for him.
“Now I want you to put on a little show for me.
Touch yourself.
But you must not come without my permission.
Good things to those who wait, Lucy.” She groaned a little when she heard that.
She was already as horny as she could remember ever being.
All she wanted was for him to take her.
But the reasoning part of her brain (to the extent she still had contact with it), knew that wasn’t going to happen as long as he kept to his rules.
She remembered that he asked for a show, so she resolved to make it the best she could.
She brought both hands up to her breasts and cupped them brushing a thumb across each rock-hard nipple.
Little lightning bolts flew straight from each to her groin and made her moan.
It wasn’t long before her right hand drifted down to her sex.
She put her whole hand over her mound and rubbed in a circular pattern, moaning and writhing against herself.
All the while, Sean watched, showing no response at all.
His eyes continued to stare almost through her as she masturbated.
She had little attention to spare for him, though.
She put her index finger directly on her clit and pinched her left nipple with her left thumb and index finger and moaned loudly.
“Stop!” She was close to an orgasm, but his command startled her enough to keep her from losing herself.
She groaned at being held back.
“Put your hands at your sides.
Keep your legs spread.” She whimpered quietly and complied.
“Now, Lucy, do you remember what conditions I set for our time together today?” “Yes, Sir.” “Repeat them for me.” “You said you would be alone, that you would not touch me, that I was free to go if I chose, and that I was to obey you.” “Exactly right.
I intend to bind you.
But before I do, you need to understand how I intend to do so, while still keeping my word.” Lucy was listening, but scarcely had any interest in him sticking to his principles.
She wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to take off his clothes and ravish her, rules be damned.
He reached down under the chair he was sitting on and pulled out a duffel bag.
Out of it he pulled a small box with a button on it and set it on the table next to him.
He then reached back into the bag and pulled out what looked like a leather exercise belt of some sort.
It was wide, and clearly intended to go around the waist.
At each side was a small cuff with a small box where a buckle would be.
Each of the little buckle gizmos had a red light glowing on it.
He tossed the belt over next to her on the bed.
Her horniness had abated slightly, replaced by puzzled curiosity.
She turned on the bed and eyed the contraption.
“Pick it up and examine one of the cuffs.” She did so.
She saw that the strap that went through the buckle gizmo had plastic teeth not unlike a zipper.
“It’s a ratchet system.
It should be easy to close single handedly.
Try it.” She squeezed the cuff a little and, as he said, the strap slid in with a few clicks.
When she tried to pull it apart, it wouldn’t budge.
He saw her try and reached for the box on the table.
“Try again,” he said as he pushed the button.
As he did so, the light changed from red to green and the buckle made a faint click.
Now when she pulled, it came apart with no resistance.
She had to admire the ingenious design.
He was able, with this diabolical contraption, to completely immobilize her hands, and as long as she cooperated, he could do it completely hands-off.
Of course, if she were locked in, she would have to take his word that he would release her if she asked – as he promised.
But he had gone to such lengths to design a system for no other reason than self consistency…
She had to trust that…
Didn’t she? “Now, sit up and fasten the belt around your waist.
Not too tight, but tight enough that it won’t move.” She sat up and placed the belt around her back.
It was leather, and the rough side was against her skin.
That provided enough traction that when she tightened the belt sufficiently it was difficult to shift it.
The two cuffs were positioned on each hip.
The waist buckle was not special like the wrist ones – it had a buckle not unlike any other belt.
She looked at him when she was finished, awaiting his next order.
“Now stand up and come over here,” he said, and indicated a spot on the floor about 3 feet in front of his chair.
She did so.
“Kneel, and rest with your bottom on top of your ankles.
Keep your knees a bit apart.
When you are settled, put your hands behind your back as you did when you were standing.” As she adopted this new pose, she felt the familiar feeling that she was thrusting her breasts straight out.
Sitting this way was not entirely uncomfortable, since the floor was carpeted.
She was closer to him now and was able to see him better.
She didn’t know what to expect of him.
She had seen him before, but always over the webcam.
He didn’t look different…
and yet, not the same either.
His eyes were piercing.
He didn’t take his eyes off her, and when she noticed his glance, she still felt like he was boring a hole through her.
His expression remained neutral.
She finally got a good look at what he was wearing.
He had on a nice pair of casual pants and a sport shirt with a collar, both black.
She tried to look to see if he was aroused without making it obvious that she was.
Unfortunately, the pants seemed like they were slightly loose.
She desperately craved to know if she was having any effect on him.
If she pleased him.
Thinking about this made the tingling in her sex return.
She didn’t know if he saw something change in her or not, but he said, “Yes, let’s go back to what we were doing before.
But first, secure your left hand.” She slowly brought her left hand to the cuff by her left hip and slipped it inside.
She used her right hand and ratcheted down the strap into the latch.
“Very good, Lucy.
Now, Take your right hand and touch yourself, like before.
But I want you to stop before you come.” She whimpered again at the thought that she would still not be allowed to come.
She knew that when she did, it would be memorable, and she hungered for it.
She brought her right hand down between her legs, and automatically, her left hand started to move towards her breast, but only about an inch before the cuff reminded her that that wasn’t an option.
No matter.
She fingered her clit quickly this time, and before too long was rocking her torso with her eyes closed, enjoying the build-up…
“Stop! Put your right hand in the cuff.
Rock the cuff backwards and it will latch itself shut.” Her mind screamed inside herself, “Pleeeeease…” but she only groaned and moved her hand slowly towards her hip.
She placed her hand inside the cuff and, as he said, rocked her hand backwards, pressing the side of the cuff against the belt itself.
That pushed the ratchet mechanism together, closing the cuff.
As she heard the clicking, she knew that she was now trapped, and totally at his mercy.
She had been kneeling long enough that her joints were starting to get a little stiff.
She wasn’t sure that she’d be able to get up without using her hands, or getting help from him.
But as long as he held to his rules, she couldn’t expect any help, could she? She lost herself in that train of thought briefly before her sex demanded attention.
She almost forgot about her bondage and tried to reach her hand down towards her smoldering pussy, but it wouldn’t reach.
She whimpered some more.
She needed release desperately.
She started moving her knees closer together.
Perhaps by squeezing her thighs together she might…
“Ah ah.
None of that.
I said before, good things come to those who wait, Lucy.
And right now, it’s my turn.” He stood up and moved his hands to his own belt and unbuckled it.
Her eyes were riveted on his crotch.
Her mouth opened slightly.
He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and lowered them.
He wore plain briefs and lowered them as well, releasing his very, very erect cock.
It wavered there in the air for a moment, straight, and pointing right at her.
“You want this, don’t you?” “Yes, Sir.
Please, Sir.” She tried to move, futilely.
“Please.” “Rules are rules, Lucy.
I will let you come, but it’s my turn now.” He took his cock in his hand and started to stroke it.
She couldn’t believe what she was watching.
He started to go faster.
All the while he was staring at her as he was before.
But his breathing started to get more labored as he worked his cock.
Her own heart started beating faster as she watched him.
She had a thousand different emotions colliding in her mind all at once.
She felt pride that she had inspired and excited him.
She wondered how it felt for him to stroke his cock.
She was frustrated that she couldn’t pleasure herself.
She was excited to be watching him.
All of that and more all seemingly at once.
And then his breathing turned to breathy, earthy moans and she knew he was close.
And as his stroking reached a fevered crescendo, he let out a long earthy grunt as his cock exploded.
She didn’t fully realize it until the first bead of his come hit her in the chest, just above her right bosom.
It was impossibly hot.
And as she felt it hit her, it pushed her over the edge and she came, straining against her restraints, her hips churning.
His second spurt hit her in the face on her right cheek.
It felt like it was burning a hole in her, but she was lost in her own orgasm.
By the time she regained her senses, he was sitting in the chair, pants around his ankles, panting.
After a moment, he reached over to the table and pushed the button on the little box and her restraints clicked open.
She didn’t move.
She couldn’t move.
His come was dripping down her now.
But she was frozen.
“You came, didn’t you?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir.” “You didn’t have permission, did you?” “No, Sir.” “Well, at least you waited your turn.
We’ll work on your orgasm control another day.
I am very pleased with you, Lucy.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Now, take off the belt, and go in the bathroom and take a shower.
I’ll be gone when you get out.
You can stay until check-out time tomorrow if you like.
We’ll talk more online tomorrow.” “Sir?” What, that was it? “I know you want more, but rules are rules.” She looked crestfallen.
She came, yes, but it wasn’t nearly enough.
She was wearing his come, but it wasn’t inside her.
“Patience.
There will be a next time, and the rules will be different.
But for now, good night, Lucy.” “Good night, Sir.” With that, she stood, reluctantly turned and walked to the bathroom.
My Teacher 2
My Teacher 2 An interesting conversation with my band director’s husband leads me to an unexpected experience.
I recommend reading my first story “My Teacher” for a little more background on how my band director and I began our relationship with each other.
This is a story taking place the day after my first encounter with her.
This is a true story and one of my absolute favorite weekends of all time.
We had arrived back home that Monday from honor band, and she and I both dreaded having to leave those dorms behind.
Neither of us were completely sure of what her husband’s reaction to our play time would be.
They were swingers, but he was also a very picky person when it came to the men that he let have his wife.
There was absolutely no denying the fact that we had fucked the night before, because there was no way for us to hide the half dozen hand shaped bruises, hickeys covering her body, and slight limp she had when she walked.
Her riding my cock the night before had left us both tired and her extremely sore throughout her entire body.
I rode home with her so I could pick up my truck that I had left at their home for the weekend, and to talk to her husband about what we had done in the dorms.
We walked in the door and he immediately knew without even having to ask us.
He turned to me and said, “Well, was she any good?” I jokingly replied, “Yea, you married one hell of a slut.” That immediately lightened the mood as the three of us started laughing in the middle of their living room.
Then he asked me, “Did she show you a little bit of what she does for me?” I went to open my mouth and she smiled that devilish smile that I love so much and put a finger over my lips.
“Why don’t we just show him?” she asked.
Then she dropped to her knees right in front of her husband and began to rip away the button of my blue jeans and threw them to the floor.
I was standing there more or less in shock at the fact that she was doing this in front of her husband, but my biggest surprise came when he walked over to the chair and just sat down to watch.
Her skillful fingers had my cock out and nearly at full mast before I really had time to take in everything going on around me.
Then I felt that magical mouth begin to work its tongue on the underside of my cock head, and all of my inhibitions about it completely disappeared.
She was sucking my cock like she was possessed and she wasn’t going to stop until she had drained me of every single drop of cum.
She began taking her clothes and throwing them over in the direction of her husband, never taking her attention away from my throbbing head.
Her moans began deep in her throat as she started rubbing her clit in unison with her mouth and tongue on my cock.
Her husband in the back of the room had already removed his own dick from his shorts and that is the moment when I realized exactly why she wanted a fuck toy like me.
Her husband was about average, and not nearly as long or as thick as I am.
He sat in the back of the room stroking his cock as she worked her mouth over me.
I began to feel that pressure building up telling me that I was getting close to cumming down her throat.
So I grabbed her and pulled her up off of her knees and threw her down over the arm of the couch next to the door.
Seeing my hand print bruises on her lily white skin turned me on in a way that I had never fully understood at the time.
This time, instead of stopping and testing to see if I would hurt her, I just shoved my cock into her sore pussy as hard and deep as I could.
She screamed out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, and that was like throwing gasoline onto my fire.
My hand grabbed forward into the back of her hair pulling her back to kiss me as I slammed myself deep into her.
I have always been good with my words and that day was no exception.
I whispered into her ear calling her a little cum slut, stopping and making her beg for me to fuck her some more.
Her moans grew louder and more frequent.
She started screaming that she was cumming and I would take her right to the edge before I brought my had down hard on her ass causing the pain to take over.
I fucked her like this for about half an hour bringing her right up to the edge every few minutes but never letting her go over into that pure pleasure.
I stopped and pulled out of her for a moment just so I could flip her over and fuck her amazing pussy from another angle.
By now I had completely forgotten about her husband on the other side of the room.
As I looked over he was cleaning his cum off of his chest and stomach.
I couldn’t help but smile at the effect we were having on him, and judging by the smile on his face he liked it too.
I had never had a rush like that before, knowing that we could have that effect and that he liked watching his wife get used like that.
I turned back to her laying on her back with her rose colored ass stuck up in the air for me to take whenever I wanted.
I stepped forward again and began to rub my hard cock up and down her slit stopping at the top to rub small circles around her hard clit.
I brought my head down right to her entrance and slowly teased it barely in and out of her.
she tried to bring her had down to her clit to get some extra pleasure, but I slapped it away making her beg for my cock.
Finally after ten minutes of teasing her entrance with my head I slowly pressed myself in until my balls rested against her ass.
I settled myself into a slow smooth rhythm of strokes, her moans were so loud that I knew the neighbors could hear us.
I gradually picked up the pace, moving faster and faster until I finally got back up to basically brutally pounding her pussy.
All I cared about at that point was releasing the cum that was boiling inside my balls.
She screamed out and squirted so hard that it covered the couch and our sweaty bodies.
I stepped around to her head and she began again sucking my cock into her mouth and down her tight throat.
She bobbed her head up and down taking me deeper than anyone had ever done before.
I fucked her throat with a steady pace.
I told her that I was ready to cum and I wanted to cum on her face, but she had other plans as she grabbed my ass and pulled me deep into her throat one last time so she could swallow my huge load.
She didn’t let a single drop escape as she sucked me dry and cleaned every drop of her and my cum off of my cock.
Her husband was still in his chair and all he did was clap for me.
He looked at me and said, “Well It looks like my wife is going to keep you as a toy whether I want her to or not.” She sat up and said, “As long as you keep fucking me like that, you are welcome to my body as much as you want it.” I just told them thanks for the amazing couple of days and that I would see them again soon.
I got dressed and returned home, tired and covered in sweat and cum.
I think my dad may have noticed but he didn’t say a thing as I walked to my shower.
Thanks to everybody for the comments on my first story.
This one may be somewhat shorter but I really hope that you enjoy it.
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