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[hypotheticalskinarios]

My most memorable hookup ever? That's a no Brainer. Oddly enough...it all started right here.

I had come in alone that night, so I sat right here at the bar and ordered food. So anyway, I'm about two beers deep and almost done eating when two girls walked in and sat right over there. I noticed them immediately because one of them had the reddest hair that I'd ever seen on an actual person, and thick...statement glasses.

I ordered another beer and watched TV, but I couldn't help eavesdropping on them...to the point that I laughed at something the red haired one said. It obviously didn't go unnoticed, because she kiddingly said something about me being a stranger danger...which turned into a conversation across the bar. Then she invited me over to sit by them so that we wouldn't have to yell.

It turns out that Little Red Drinking Hood was from back east and was visiting the friend who lives here. We were just BS'ing...nothing too serious. I was extremely attracted to her, but I saw the ring on her finger, so I went out of my way to be respectful.

But then...sometime during beer number four, I leaned in to tell her something...and placed my hand directly on her upper thigh without even thinking about it. I fucking froze and immediately apologized, but she just smiled and told me that she was "on vacation."

I tried like hell to keep cool in case she meant what I thought she meant, and if anything, I made more of a concerted effort to include the other girl in the conversation...but Little Red and I were definitely vibing. At one point, the friend got up to go to the bathroom, so I grabbed a napkin and scribbled my number on it in case she wanted to have another drink before she went back to her life. Then...when I handed it to her, she grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to her...and fucking kissed me.

Thank God that her friend came back right then, because I was so stunned that I didn't even know how to react. So instead, I just closed out, told them what a pleasure it was meeting them...and went straight home.

Relax...the story isn't over. So anyway, I'm just hanging out later that evening when my phone rings from a number that I don't recognize...and I answer it. It was a woman, who's voice I DEFINITELY recognized...and she said "Hey scaredy cat...why did you run away earlier?"

I just laughed and admitted that I kind of just freaked out. "Well" she continued "my friend is already asleep, but I'm not tired yet. Would you like to hang out?" Needless to say, I got the address and headed directly fucking over there.

Now keep in mind that I had really only seen her in my peripheral until she was sitting at the bar, so I wasn't quite prepared for what I saw as she came walking down the driveway. Needless to say...I was as pleasantly stunned as I had been back in the bar earlier.

When she got into the car, we immediately began kissing like two horny teenagers...but then she tensed up when I put my hand on her stomach...saying something about having kids...yadda...yadda...yadda. So I took her hand and placed it right between my legs, which seemed to reassure her, before leaning back in and losing my tongue in her mouth.

That went on for maybe another minute or two before I backed away and asked her exactly what she meant by "on vacation" anyway. "Well" she said as she lifted her shirt and pulled one of her tits out of her bra "THIS is vacation" she told me...as she grabbed the back of my head and planted my mouth squarely on her areola.

Now I could have sat there sucking on her tits all night long, and been perfectly happy to do so, but her trying to unzip my pants told me that she was after just a little more than that.

So as I drove back to my house, cursing the speed limit the entire time, I told her that there was nothing underneath her clothes that could scare me away...except for maybe a penis. She just laughed...and rustled around in her seat, but I was too focused on the road to look over. We eventually came to a stoplight, so she grabbed my hand and put it between her legs. It was then I noticed that her pants were down around her thighs...and I also noticed the exact kind thing you'd hope to find when you're NOT looking for a penis.

The fucking light turned green right at that moment, so I hit the gas...driving with my left hand...and fingering her pussy with my right.

We finally made it back to my house, and as she pulled her pants back up, I made a point of it to lick my fingers right there in front of her.

Now I barely knew this girl, but I DO understand insecurity, so I knew what I had to do. Once inside, we went straight to my bedroom...and I stripped completely naked before lying her on my bed fully clothed. I told her that I couldn't remember ever in my life having fun on a glass smooth lake. Then I lifted her shirt, and proceeded to kiss every inch of her stomach...intentionally positioning myself in such a way that she could certainly feel my fully erect cock against her inner leg.

Now I pretty much knew that I was good to go at this point, so when I reached her waist, I just kept going...taking her pants and panties with me. But it wasn't until I had them off of her that I realized that I'd forgotten to stop and pick up some condoms...nor did I have any at home. I knew that I wouldn't last long enough to make the trip over worthwhile for her, but I was also going to make this girl cum by cock or tongue...so tongue it was. Bro...her pussy tasted sweeter than breakfast cereal in front of Saturday morning cartoons...I'm not even kidding.

Oh she did...believe me. Let's just say that she wasn't exactly the quiet type...and I believed every word that came out of her mouth...especially when she couldn't exactly FORM words if you know what I mean.

So...after all that, I sat her up and started to pull her shirt off over her head, but she stopped me...saying something about "mom boobs." I politely asked her if they were the same mom boobs that left a very obvious precum stain in my underwear from sucking on just a single one of them in my car, and she had no answer, so off came her shirt and bra...and out came the mom boobs.

I got on top of her now and began to fuck her missionary...for a minute...but I stood no chance with her entire body flat against mine. It was actually kind of fun in a way, because she was talking shit the entire time.

I tried to establish a rhythm a few more times, but it wasn't going to happen, so I pulled out and turned her over...thinking that less body contact would equal more duration. But nope...I nearly fucking came the second that she raised her ass in front of me. I put it in her and pumped maybe a handful of times before pulling out and apologizing to her. Oh she wasn't pissed at all, in fact, she told me to lay down and then finished me off with her mouth. I have to tell you bro...it was easily the most entertaining blowjob that I've ever had in my life.

Oh hell yeah she did...I never saw a single drop. Now I expected her to ask me to take her back to her friend's house, but instead, we just layed there talking about random bullshit, what turned us on, and secret kinks that we swore to never tell anyone else. And then I fell asleep.

That's the craziest part of all. I didn't think in a million years that she'd still be there, but I actually woke up to her talking to the friend on the phone...telling her where she was and that she was safe.

Once she hung up, she rolled over onto her side and faced me. Her glasses were off and she was brushing the mussed hair out of her face. She was also still naked with the covers down around her mid stomach...and had this subtle goofy smile on her face. She looked so fucking cute that I asked if I could take her picture with the promise that I'd never show anyone...and she actually let me.

Things actually DIDN'T end there. She

pulled the covers back to see that I had woken up rock hard, so she said something about a continental breakfast before moving down the bed and sucking my cock again there in the early morning light.

I'm telling you man...this chick was amazing. After she drained me bone dry yet again, she jumped up and told me to follow her...as if I could even fucking walk correctly. As we went down the hall, she reminded me of how I'd told her that I love watching women shower the night before.

So long story short, we took a shower together and then I dropped her back off at her friend's house...never hearing from her again after that day. Of course I still have the pic. Hell no you can't see it...a promise is a promise.

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So sure enough, they had kept in contact after their impromptu rock show after party...and she was actually headed over to their house. Cole was apparently going to be gone hunting for the weekend, so Tiffany had invited her over for dinner. They really didn't live that far from her, so she happily accepted the invitation.

She was told to just come on in when she got there, so she did just that. "Hello?" she said...as she closed the door behind her. "Oh...hey honey" Tiffany replied "I'm here in the kitchen "

So she went into the kitchen, where she found Tiffany standing in front of the stove...in nothing but a pair of black silk panties. Her mouth said nothing, but her eyes apparently did, because Tiffany just laughed and said "Honey, I'd probably never wear clothes around the house if it weren't for you know who. I swear that man still turns into a horny teenager if I so much as take my shirt off in front of him. And I wouldn't even be wearing these right now if I wasn't cooking, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. But you, young lady, are completely overdressed. Luckily I got you something a little more casual to wear. It's in the first bedroom on the left down the hall, so you go get changed while I finish up here."

So she went down the hall...and entered the first door on the left. When she turned the light on, she saw a pair of white cotton panties laying on the bed...with the tag still in them. She removed the tags, and then all of her clothes. She then slipped into them and returned to the kitchen.

"Oh honey" Tiffany told her "those look even better on you than I'd imagined...and I even got the right size." Her hostess now handed her a glass of wine, but before they could even clink glasses, Tiffany leaned in and kissed her. She was struck by just how much more familiar this woman's lips felt every time, so she placed her hand on the small of Tiffany's back and reciprocated...with her tongue in tow.

They eventually separated and toasted one another, before sitting down to eat.

After dinner, they moved over to the couch...bringing the bottle of wine with them. So they talked...and kissed some more. At one point, Tiffany kissed her ear...before moving down her neck...caressing her breasts as she did so. Esvie could feel herself becoming more wet, so she desperately hoped that these new panties of hers were just a temporary thing. Tiffany's hand moved down her stomach now...as she began to kiss Esvie's shoulder...until she stopped.

"I'm sorry" Tiffany told her "I just have to get something off of my chest. You see...I invited you over for dinner, which I worked very hard on, but you only ate maybe half of it. That just feels a bit rude to me."

"I'm so sorry Tiffany" Esvie replied "but I'm kind of a picky eater and I didn't know what you were making, so I picked up something on the way just in case. But I do promise that your food was delicious."

"You know" Tiffany continued "It's easy to say that you're sorry. Most people forget about it immediately, and honestly don't even remember what they apologized for. But real remorse must be memorable if you really do mean it. So tell me Esvie.. are you really sorry?"

"Of course I am" Esvie replied.

"Well very well then" Tiffany told her...before looking at her and tapping the tops of her own thighs.

Esvie knew exactly what she meant, so she lay across Tiffany's lap...and pulled her new panties down to her thighs...exposing her entire ass.

"SLAP!!!"

Esvie recoiled and shrieked. But that wasn't all. She also saturated the front of Tiffany's black silk panties.

"Look what you made me do honey" Tiffany told her. "Your beautiful ass now has an ugly red handprint on it...it just looks uneven."

"Well" Esvie replied...trying to hide her sudden excitement "you could always spank the other cheek so they'll match...and I probably do deserve it anyway."

Tiffany obviously agreed, because without saying a word, she spanked Esvie again...even harder...prompting her to let out a guttural moan.

"Hmmm" Tiffany said as Esvie pulled her panties back up very gingerly "maybe we should go into the bedroom since the bedsheets would feel better against your ass than this rough old couch would."

So they got up and headed to the bedroom. Once inside, Tiffany helped Esvie out of her panties before removing her own. Then she pulled the covers back and instructed Esvie to lie down.

"That's it honey" Tiffany told her "go ahead and spread those legs for me, because one of us still has room for dessert."

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So there she sat...alone at the bar. Now she didn't come here alone mind you. She had come with some friends to see a fairly well known band who had come to town, but as soon as the band left the stage, her friends left the bar.

She had decided to stay obviously. She wasn't looking for anything more than a few more drinks on a Friday night, but then on the other hand, she also wasn't looking for anything the night that she'd met a married couple who had opened her eyes, as well as other things up to a whole new lifestyle by turning her into their own personal mythical creature for the better part of a calendar year.

So as she sat here people watching, she noticed a couple down at the bar who seemed about the same ages as her old friends. She wondered to herself who they might be behind closed doors, but then again, she wondered that about every couple that she encountered since her eyes had been opened to a new world...regardless of age.

She crossed momentary glances with the wife as she watched them, so she smiled awkwardly before turning her gaze to the rows of liquor bottles in front of her. She was considering her next drink when she heard a woman's voice in her ear.

"Hey honey...I'm Tiffany" she heard the anonymous wife from the end of the bar say "now there are at least ten men here just waiting to pounce on you...so would you like to join my husband and I?" "I would actually like that very much" she replied "and my name is Esvie...it's very nice to meet you."

So she joined Tiffany and her husband Cole in a recently vacated booth in the back corner of the bar. They drank...and chatted...and drank. Her new friends were apparently fans of the band who had come in from out of town. After awhile, she had to pee...so she excused herself to the restroom. Once she was finished, she opened the stall door to find Tiffany standing there...who pushed her back into it and closed the door behind them. "I didn't want to do this out there" she said "since I thought that you might have friends here" before kissing her directly on the lips. "I recognized the look in your eye immediately" she went on to say "and we're staying in the hotel across the street if you'd care to join us tonight. Oh...and by the way...I wasn't saving you from every guy out there, I was stealing you from them."

"Why thank you" she replied "and I would love to join you both if you'll have me." "Oh...we'll have you alright" Tiffany told her with a devilish grin.

They left the restroom now, and she stopped at the bar to close out her tab, but the bartender just handed her her card...informing her that her friend over in the booth had picked it up for her.

So they exited the bar and headed to the hotel just across the street. Once they were in the room, Tiffany told her "Now there's no pressure honey...we're just going to do what we'd do if you weren't here, and if you'd like to join us at any point, then we would be glad to have you."

She then sat down in a chair...and watched two near strangers strip down to unadulterated nudity. They began to kiss right there in front of her, but it was MORE than kissing. She wouldn't have exactly quantified it as making out either...as that term felt rather juvenile for the aggressiveness of what they were doing. He began to grow noticeably harder now, so she took him into her hand and led him over to the bed.

As she sat there in her chair, with the perfect view of a wife happily sucking her husband's cock, she began to touch herself through her jeans without even realizing it...and when she finally did, she stood up from her chair and stripped every bit as naked as they were.

She walked over to the bed now and watched this noticeably older woman orally satisfy her husband...taking notes in her own head about what he seemed to enjoy. Then she politely tapped Tiffany on the shoulder and asked if she could cut in.

She swiftly pulled away from him, and said "Of course you can honey." Then she moved over to the side of Cole...allowing their new friend to take her place between his legs. Esvie leaned in without giving it a second thought..and resumed sucking him before he could lose even a single measure of girth.

As she continued to deep throat this man's very formidable cock, she felt Tiffany rub her back slowly up and down from her neck to her waist... her hand moving gradually down further each time. She continued to suck him like she had seen his wife do...as she felt that very same wife's hand move over the contour of her ass which was well above her own shoulders. She pulled off of him slightly and began to lick the head of his cock in a circular motion...just as she felt two unmistakably female fingers enter her from behind.

"Actually" she heard in her peripheral "I have a better idea." Tiffany backed away from her now...and lay down next to her husband...before telling their new friend that this particular hotel had a "seafood option as well" as she so eloquently put it. Then she made her wishes abundantly clear by saying how the clam was especially delicious this time of year.

Without even missing a beat, she vacated the turf in favor of the surf...positioning herself between the Mrs' legs with her ass in the air once more...and she began to lick her hostess's pussy just as Cole set up camp on his knees behind her.

She lurched forward now as he entered her...getting an unexpected mouthful Tiffany's soft blonde pubic hair..and the first thing that struck her was how his penis felt like a time machine of sorts...dredging up long forgotten memories of the last couple who had shared her.

She gripped Tiffany's hips now...thumbs firm against her hip bones as Cole began to legitimately fuck her from behind. It was almost overwhelming, so instead of making a scene that could have very well gotten this nice couple kicked out into the street, she planted her face directly between his wife's legs once again.

She let her tongue do her screaming for her...licking this beautiful woman's equally beautiful pussy with reckless abandon as she weathered blow after blow to her own....courtesy of a man whom she'd known for probably less than ninety minutes at this point.

Even in this state of confused euphoria, she knew that she wanted to feel the entirety of this beautiful woman's body against her own, so as he pulled out of her, she crawled forward so that she was directly over her fast friend...eye to eye.

"Wow...I didn't realize just how beautiful your brown eyes are Esvie" Tiffany told her, to which she replied "thank you"...just before kissing her voraciously. Cole obviously knew what she was up to, so he moved up the bed and placed his hands on her hips. She originally thought that he might alternate penetrating them both given the position, but slid his cock into his wife only...which she found oddly sweet under the circumstances.

So here she was...the woman alone at the bar, on top of another woman...stomach to stomach...breast to breast...and lips to lips...seemingly protecting her from an incoming hurricane...as this same woman's husband fucked his wife as if they were in their very own marital bed back at home.

"Move up" Tiffany growled at her now...so she did...until there was a hotel room wall firm against her hands and another woman's tongue equally firm against her clitoris.

The wife reciprocated her earlier oral offerings now...savagley eating her pussy whilst being fucked by her husband in a rented bed. She could feel herself growing closer to orgasm now as she grinded her hips against the lower half of this lovely woman's face.

It was definitely happening and there was no way of stopping it, so she knew that she had to get the fuck outta Dodge before she drowned her new friend without even getting her contact info first.

Well she was right as rain, pun not intended, because as soon as she threw herself off of Tiffany and landed ass first on the bed, it took barely a single finger's graze of her clitoris to completely soak the comforter between her knees.

So as she lie there...cumming for what felt like an eternity, she looked over at two people who couldn't have been more oblivious to what was happening right next to them...and that kind of focus on one another turned her on just as much as anything that had happened up to this point.

They soon joined her...climaxing simultaneously, which she didn't think for a second was coincidental, as much as the product of years of willing practice and reps.

Now that the dust had settled, here they were...three naked people lying on the same hotel room bed. Cole soon got up to go take his "post jizz whiz" as he liked to call it...and then take a shower.

She rolled over onto the dry side of the bed and lay her head on Tiffany's chest. "So will we ever see you again?" Tiffany asked her. She just said "mmmhmmm" "Well how am I supposed to get ahold of you?" she continued.

She got up now and walked over to the table that held the tv...and more specifically, a purse that she couldn't have afforded without sacrificing dinner every other night. She reached into that purse now and pulled a phone out. She seemed to type something on it before putting it back and returning to the bed.

She crawled up the foot of it...until she was directly over Tiffany. She then lowered herself so that their nipples barely touched...and playfully shook her upper body back and forth...before leaning down to kiss her. She was struck by just how much more familiar this felt then it did back in that bar bathroom. And she smiled when it occurred to her that this DEFINITELY would have been considered making out.

"So Ms. Tiffany" she said...once they came up for air "I just put a number in your phone that rings directly to the Unicorn forest. But shhhh...you can't tell anyone, so just to be sure that this remains our little secret, I put it under "Esvie."

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So a few weeks prior, she was cutting a regular client's hair and they were shooting the shit, when he asked her how much she would hypothetically charge someone to let them watch her shower.

"I don't know " she replied "200 bucks? I mean...it's something that I already do every day, so I'd feel slightly guilty charging much more than that."

He went on to tell her that he was planning an upcoming bachelor party for a buddy of his, and this particular buddy had a few very specific interests, namely full figured women...and watching women shower.

"I was going to hire a stripper" he told her "but I mean...I'd much rather pay you if you're interested. You're exactly the kind of woman that he's attracted to, and I'm guessing that the extra cash wouldn't hurt either."

He wasn't wrong. She COULD use an extra $200.00. And even though she dare not compromise her bargaining power by telling him, the thought of touching every inch of her body while a bunch of strange men watched appealed to her very much.

"Sure" she told him "why not?"

So they kept in contact in the following days, and he asked her if she would be willing to do certain other things per the prospective groom's request. She agreed, but her price tag DID go up to five hundred dollars, which he was completley willing to pay. The truth however, was that other than growing out this itchy fucking crop of lap lettuce between her legs, she would have done the other things for free. But he needed to know that she was still a lady...and she could certainly use the extra three hundred dollars anyway.

The best part of the whole situation was that she not only wouldn't have to dance for them, but she wouldn't even have to change out of whatever she was already wearing that day...the entire vibe that they were going for was everyday woman taking a shower after a long day at work.

So here she was two weeks later...relaxing at home with a glass of wine and waiting for a call from her client. Her phone soon rang, so she finished her wine, grabbed her purse...and headed to an address that was about fifteen minutes away just on the other side of town.

Before long, she entered a neighborhood that she had vaguely known of, but had never had any reason to venture into. Now she didn't live in the slums herself by any means, but she did find herself wondering how she could afford to live in such close proximity to these people. So she parked her car, texted her client...and waited for her cue. It was maybe five or so minutes later that she received a return text that read simply "It's go time."

She got out of her car now, walked up the driveway, and entered this strange house as if it was her very own bedroom...seemingly oblivious to the ten or so men who were sitting on various couches that had been formed into a large circle.

She placed her purse on a table next to the door because she was always taught that placing it on the ground was bad luck. She had no idea if that was true or not, but why take chances...right?

She entered the circle now...and kicked her shoes off. Her entire body gently quivered as she did so, but it wasn't due to nerves or fear. It was just an effect of the uncharacteristic amount of coffee that she had drank that day, but she had a job to do...and they wanted a show.

She took her shirt off first...being very careful to somehow not make eye contact with any of these men who surrounded her. She heard ooohs and aaahs as she bared herself to them...and it made her feel sexier than she had in a very long time.

She decided to remove her pants next...knowing that there wasn't a single man on earth who wasn't immediately transported back to his early teens at the sight of a live woman in her bra and panties. As she kicked her pants aside, they began to tell one another...as well as HER just how sexy she was. It took every muscle in her face to keep her from smiling, but once again, she had a job to do.

And then off came her bra...and the second that she felt the room temperature air against her nipples, she also felt every single eye in the room trained squarely on her exposed breasts. She immediately regretted wearing such light colored panties, because at least one of them HAD to notice how wet she was by now. But she shouldn't have been...because she was merely undressing after a long day of work in the solitude of her own bedroom.

At long last...it was time for the grand finale. So she hooked the waistband of her panties...and pulled them down to the ground...kicking them aside as well. So here she was...standing completely naked in a circle consisting of one man that she knew only professionally...and roughly nine that she had never before laid eyes on.

She felt electric...but nobody said a word for what felt like minutes. And then the previous weeks of borderline torturous early hair growth itch seemed like a distant memory when she heard one of them say "Now THAT'S what a real fucking woman looks like."

They all got up now...and walked single file down the hall. She tried to figure out which one of them was the man of the hour, but only two of them had a ring on his left hand...so it could have been just about any of them.

Once she was satisfied that they were all in the bathroom, she herself made her way down the hall towards the light. As she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was how the shower was a virtual carbon copy of her own back at home. You see...her client had requested that she send him pictures of hers so that he could make sure that she was as comfortable as possible...and he had certainly followed through on his promise.

So she walked right past all of these men who she pretended not to see, and entered the shower...first aiming the head towards the wall...and then adjusting the water to her preferred temperature.

She turned the shower head toward her now...and let the warm water wash over the entire front of her body. Then she turned around with her back to the wall and let the warm water cascade down her back. She tilted her head back into the stream now...and she placed her hands on her breasts like she always did for some reason. She now took a deep breath and began to visibly pee...prompting at least some of the men watching her to involuntarily out themselves as water sports enthusiasts. She gripped her breasts tighter now, but it wasn't for show, as much as it was to insure that she didn't so much as graze her clitoris with a single finger...because that would have undoubtedly made her break the fourth wall and pull the first stranger within arm's reach into the shower with her.

Once she had released the last of the day's beverages into the shower drain, she lathered up the washcloth and went about her usual shower regimen. Then after she had rinsed herself completely clean, she opened her eyes...and realized that one of her admirers was now stripped down to nothing but his boxers. "Hmmm...so THAT'S the mystery man" she thought to herself.

She looked directly at him, actually acknowledging him and him only this time, and smiled...mimicking him pulling his shorts down as she did so. So he did. As she stared at him standing there naked on the other side of the shower door, she thought to herself that some lady out there was about to become a very lucky bride if his personality even slightly compared to his physical attributes.

She now turned the showerhead back to the wall and motioned him toward her with one finger. He opened the door, and as he entered, she lay down on the floor in front of him.

She was SO cold...so as soon as he closed the door behind him, she closed her eyes and mouth tightly. Then she nodded. Suddenly...she felt a whole different kind of warmth wash over her...from her upper chest to down between her legs. But this time, she reached directly for her pussy and began to rub it. She was a grown ass woman...and she wasn't the least bit self concious or apologetic about what turned her on.

Once he had no more to offer her, the cold returned...so she raised her hand to him...and he helped her back to her feet. Her first order of business of course was to train the warm water back on them...and then she handed him the wash cloth. "Here" she told him "Now you're going clean up this mess that you've made."

So here she was...surrounded by a group of "invisible" men...with a very real man carefully washing every inch of her naked body. She closed her eyes and raised her arms over her head...as he focused on certain areas of her longer than others...which she didn't mind one bit. Here in the darkness, she pictured all of these men being rock hard in their pants at the sight of her...which caused both her nipples and clitoris to become almost unbearably erect in their own right.

After way longer than it ever took her on her own, he had washed the entirety of her body...and he removed the showerhead from it's holster above her head and began to rinse her off.

He started with her shoulders...back...and the backs of her legs before turning her around to face him. Now he rinsed all of the soap from her breasts and stomach. But...as he lowered the showerhead, she grabbed his hand and placed the steady stream of warm water firmly between her legs.

She placed her other hand on his shoulder for support now...and stared directly into his eyes. She knew that she had a job to do, but that didn't mean that she couldn't get hers as well. It was building...it was coming...it was going to happen. And then it did. She dug her nails into is shoulder as an orgasm that put that showerhead to shame washed over her.

Now the original agreement was for her to take a shower while everyone watched , so theoretically, her job was done...and she was free to go. But she decided to give the groom to be her own personal send-off to the married life.

Without saying a word, she went down to her knees infront of him and began to stroke his cock to full girth. She lifted it to his stomach now, and placed the tip of her tongue just between his balls and the base of his shaft. Then she slowly pulled away from him...slowly running her tongue along the entire underside of him.

Once she had crested the head, she closed her mouth around it and swallowed the entirety of him. A chill fell over her now since he was largely blocking the water flow...but she barely felt it. She held his balls in her hand as she continued to suck him...paying close attention to the taughtness of them. She sucked faster now...tightening her lips around the perimeter of his shaft. His balls retracted noticeably now, so she closed her eyes and made sure to breathe through her nose.

She sucked his cock even more voraciously now...gripping his balls as she did so. And then finally...he came in her mouth. She swallowed as rapidly as she could...trying like hell to keep up with what suddenly felt like a fucking firehose in her mouth.

At last...she sucked him completely dry. She looked up at him now and extended her hand, so he helped her back to her feet. She stood in front of him and opened her mouth to prove that it was empty, even going so far as to extend her tongue. Then she kissed him squarely on the mouth before telling him "Now no more of this young man...you're about to be married."...to which he just nodded in agreement.

He exited the shower, and she turned her back to him to turn the water off. She then turned around to get out herself and noticed that the men were once again formed in a circle with a towel on the floor between them...and each one of them was holding a washcloth in each hand.

"Alright then Jane" her client told her "let's go ahead and get you dried off so that you can get out of here before it gets too late."

"Actually" she told him "I have time for one more shower...but this one's on me." She then entered the circle and lay down on the towel in the middle of everyone. "Come on boys" she continued with a smile "show me how you stroke those cocks."

And that they did. She guessed that they had all enjoyed the show based on just how fast all of them had cum. She had no idea what had come from whom or where, but her entire fucking torso was frosted like the cake that they'd all be enjoying after the I do's in the next week or so.

Her client now helped her to her feet and prepared to turn the shower back on, but she stopped him. "That actually won't be necessary" she told him...before walking back down the hall to the living room and putting her clothes back on just as she was.

[hypotheticalskinarios]

It was the night of her husband's company Christmas party. He worked for a relatively small firm, so his boss was taking everyone out to dinner at a pretty nice restaurant...dinner and drinks on the company dime.

When he told her about it, she knew immediately what she was going to wear. It was a maroon jumpsuit with a plunging neckline that was definitely appropriate for the occasion. Most importantly, it was not only comfortable, but she felt sexy in it...so she wore it whenever she got the opportunity. So as she stood here looking at herself in the mirror, she grabbed a gold heart pendant from her jewelry box...and slipped it over her head.

So when they finally got to the restaurant, she discovered that not only were they sitting at the same table as his boss, but she was sitting directly across from him.

As they ate and drank, she noticed that he, unbeknownst to his wife sitting right beside him, kept glancing across the table at her...but considerably lower than eye level. She thought that he might be looking at her pendant, but she knew that wasn't the case. It was perfectly alright with her though, because she also knew that her husband was due for an end of year review in the matter of just a few weeks.

So after the dinner course concluded, he excused himself to go outside and have a quick cigarette before dessert came. Now she wasn't a smoker herself, but she did know an opportunity when she saw one, so she offered to join him.

Once outside, she suggested that they go around to the side of the building since it was much less windy over there...and he agreed. Then like the gentleman that he was, he offered her a cigarette...and lit it for her.

As they idly chatted, she told him about how generous her husband was with his time and his money. And then she handed him her cigarette...and pulled the top of her jumpsuit nonchalantly down to her waist...baring her entire torso to him...nipples rigid in the cold night air. "But what he's MOST generous with" she said as if nothing had even happened "is his wife."

"Brrrrr" she told him as she took the cigarettes from him and threw them aside "it's coooold out here." Then she grabbed his wrists, and placed his hands on her breasts. "Mmmm...that's better" she said...as he stood there in shocked disbelief.

She continued to talk about her husband as she reached down between them and unbuckled his belt. "I just feel bad for him" she said as she unbuttoned his pants "I know that he would love to buy me nice things" she continued as she unzipped them now "but he just doesn't make enough money" she went on to say as she reached down into his pants.

"Oh wow sir" she said...looking directly into his eyes "apparently your hands aren't the only strong thing about you."

Then she said something about wishing that she could do something to help him as she went down to her knees and pulled his cock out of his pants.

So there she was...sucking her husband's boss's cock on the side of a rather fancy restaurant...in full view of the parking lot...with her bare tits right there ripe for the viewing should anyone happen to be watching them.

This was easily the wealthiest dick that she had ever had in her mouth, but just how quickly he came once she put her lips on him told her that power balance had very little to do with how much money you have in the bank.

She pulled her jumpsuit back up now as he fumbled with his pants. Then they went back inside.

He sat back down across the table from her...seemingly trying not to make eye contact with his wife. It wasn't long before the waiter came back with the dessert tray, but she declined...explaining that the cold air outside must have helped her food settle, because she was suddenly extremely full.

So fast forward a few weeks to her husband's annual performance review. In years past, it had always been a one on one evaluation his boss's office, but this year for whatever reason, he had been summoned to the conference room.

He didn't really think much of it at first, until he entered the room. His boss was in there of course...at the far end of the table, but what really took him by surprise were the partners...as well as the shareholders occupying just about every seat on either side of it.

"Come on in Eric...have a seat" his boss told him from the far end of the room. So he did...taking the very last open seat on the left hand side of the table...directly across from his boss.

"Well...it's been quite a year Eric" he

told him "and you've done an incredible job. You show up early, stay late, and do everything that's asked of you. We've all been discussing your review this morning, but I have to tell you...your strongest endorsement came from your very own wife. We had a nice chat about you at our Christmas party a few weeks ago, and I probably don't have to tell you that she's quite a woman...and a very big fan of yours."

"So" his boss continued "without further adieu, we have unanimously decided to make you a full partner."

He was completley blown away...rendered speechless in fact...until he asked if he could call his wife.

"Well I hope you don't mind" his boss went on to say "But I've already taken the liberty of calling her with the good news. Look Eric...I'm sure that you're well aware of the fact that we officially seal promotions here by sharing a bourbon from the bar over there. But seeing as how your wife was rather instrumental in this bump to your career, I thought it only fitting that she be a part of the festivities."

"So what did she say?" he asked. "Well" his boss replied "Why don't I let HER tell you." Then he called his secretary, and said "send her in."

The door opened, and in walked his wife...naked as her first day on earth. "Esvie!!!" he screamed "What the fuck???"

"Congratulations honey" she told him...as she climbed up onto the table "I'm SO proud of you" As she continued to crawl towards him...past every single person in the organization, she said "Mr. Johnstone called me last night with the good news, and invited me here for a celebratory bourbon. But I thought that it might be fun if you two sealed the deal by sharing something a little more warm...and definitely more sweet.

She was now between the two of them. She rolled over onto her back with her feet facing his boss and her ass right at the edge of the table, and her head hanging down over the edge of the other side of it...right in his lap.

His boss stood up now and began to remove his pants. Then right there in front of everyone, he slid his cock effortlessly into his wife.

"So Eric" Mr Johnstone said, he continued to fuck Esvie right there on the conference room table, do you want to make partner...or don't you?"

He just stood up...pulled his own cock out of his pants...and dropped it into his wife's mouth as he had done hundreds of times before. "That's my boy" his boss told him...as they stood there spit roasting his wife in front a stunned silence audience "and like I said earlier...this wife of yours is quite a woman."

[hypotheticalskinarios]

So a few weeks prior, she was cutting a regular client's hair and they were shooting the shit, when he asked her how much she would hypothetically charge someone to let them watch her shower.

"I don't know " she replied "200 bucks? I mean...it's something that I already do every day, so I'd feel slightly guilty charging much more than that."

He went on to tell her that he was planning an upcoming bachelor party for a buddy of his, and this particular buddy had a few very specific interests, namely full figured women...and watching women shower.

"I was going to hire a stripper" he told her "but I mean...I'd much rather pay you if you're interested. You're exactly the kind of woman that he's attracted to, and I'm guessing that the extra cash wouldn't hurt either."

He wasn't wrong. She COULD use an extra $200.00. And even though she dare not compromise her bargaining power by telling him, the thought of touching every inch of her body while a bunch of strange men watched appealed to her very much.

"Sure" she told him "why not?"

So they kept in contact in the following days, and he asked her if she would be willing to do certain other things per the prospective groom's request. She agreed, but her price tag DID go up to five hundred dollars, which he was completley willing to pay. The truth however, was that other than growing out this itchy fucking crop of lap lettuce between her legs, she would have done the other things for free. But he needed to know that she was still a lady...and she could certainly use the extra three hundred dollars anyway.

The best part of the whole situation was that she not only wouldn't have to dance for them, but she wouldn't even have to change out of whatever she was already wearing that day...the entire vibe that they were going for was everyday woman taking a shower after a long day at work.

So here she was two weeks later...relaxing at home with a glass of wine and waiting for a call from her client. Her phone soon rang, so she finished her wine, grabbed her purse...and headed to an address that was about fifteen minutes away just on the other side of town.

Before long, she entered a neighborhood that she had vaguely known of, but had never had any reason to venture into. Now she didn't live in the slums herself by any means, but she did find herself wondering how she could afford to live in such close proximity to these people. So she parked her car, texted her client...and waited for her cue. It was maybe five or so minutes later that she received a return text that read simply "It's go time."

She got out of her car now, walked up the driveway, and entered this strange house as if it was her very own bedroom...seemingly oblivious to the ten or so men who were sitting on various couches that had been formed into a large circle.

She placed her purse on a table next to the door because she was always taught that placing it on the ground was bad luck. She had no idea if that was true or not, but why take chances...right?

She entered the circle now...and kicked her shoes off. Her entire body gently quivered as she did so, but it wasn't due to nerves or fear. It was just an effect of the uncharacteristic amount of coffee that she had drank that day, but she had a job to do...and they wanted a show.

She took her shirt off first...being very careful to somehow not make eye contact with any of these men who surrounded her. She heard ooohs and aaahs as she bared herself to them...and it made her feel sexier than she had in a very long time.

She decided to remove her pants next...knowing that there wasn't a single man on earth who wasn't immediately transported back to his early teens at the sight of a live woman in her bra and panties. As she kicked her pants aside, they began to tell one another...as well as HER just how sexy she was. It took every muscle in her face to keep her from smiling, but once again, she had a job to do.

And then off came her bra...and the second that she felt the room temperature air against her nipples, she also felt every single eye in the room trained squarely on her exposed breasts. She immediately regretted wearing such light colored panties, because at least one of them HAD to notice how wet she was by now. But she shouldn't have been...because she was merely undressing after a long day of work in the solitude of her own bedroom.

At long last...it was time for the grand finale. So she hooked the waistband of her panties...and pulled them down to the ground...kicking them aside as well. So here she was...standing completely naked in a circle consisting of one man that she knew only professionally...and roughly nine that she had never before laid eyes on.

She felt electric...but nobody said a word for what felt like minutes. And then the previous weeks of borderline torturous early hair growth itch seemed like a distant memory when she heard one of them say "Now THAT'S what a real fucking woman looks like."

They all got up now...and walked single file down the hall. She tried to figure out which one of them was the man of the hour, but only two of them had a ring on his left hand...so it could have been just about any of them.

Once she was satisfied that they were all in the bathroom, she herself made her way down the hall towards the light. As she entered the room, the first thing she noticed was how the shower was a virtual carbon copy of her own back at home. You see...her client had requested that she send him pictures of hers so that he could make sure that she was as comfortable as possible...and he had certainly followed through on his promise.

So she walked right past all of these men who she pretended not to see, and entered the shower...first aiming the head towards the wall...and then adjusting the water to her preferred temperature.

She turned the shower head toward her now...and let the warm water wash over the entire front of her body. Then she turned around with her back to the wall and let the warm water cascade down her back. She tilted her head back into the stream now...and she placed her hands on her breasts like she always did for some reason. She now took a deep breath and began to visibly pee...prompting at least some of the men watching her to involuntarily out themselves as water sports enthusiasts. She gripped her breasts tighter now, but it wasn't for show, as much as it was to insure that she didn't so much as graze her clitoris with a single finger...because that would have undoubtedly made her break the fourth wall and pull the first stranger within arm's reach into the shower with her.

Once she had released the last of the day's beverages into the shower drain, she lathered up the washcloth and went about her usual shower regimen. Then after she had rinsed herself completely clean, she opened her eyes...and realized that one of her admirers was now stripped down to nothing but his boxers. "Hmmm...so THAT'S the mystery man" she thought to herself.

She looked directly at him, actually acknowledging him and him only this time, and smiled...mimicking him pulling his shorts down as she did so. So he did. As she stared at him standing there naked on the other side of the shower door, she thought to herself that some lady out there was about to become a very lucky bride if his personality even slightly compared to his physical attributes.

She now turned the showerhead back to the wall and motioned him toward her with one finger. He opened the door, and as he entered, she lay down on the floor in front of him.

She was SO cold...so as soon as he closed the door behind him, she closed her eyes and mouth tightly. Then she nodded. Suddenly...she felt a whole different kind of warmth wash over her...from her upper chest to down between her legs. But this time, she reached directly for her pussy and began to rub it. She was a grown ass woman...and she wasn't the least bit self concious or apologetic about what turned her on.

Once he had no more to offer her, the cold returned...so she raised her hand to him...and he helped her back to her feet. Her first order of business of course was to train the warm water back on them...and then she handed him the wash cloth. "Here" she told him "Now you're going clean up this mess that you've made."

So here she was...surrounded by a group of "invisible" men...with a very real man carefully washing every inch of her naked body. She closed her eyes and raised her arms over her head...as he focused on certain areas of her longer than others...which she didn't mind one bit. Here in the darkness, she pictured all of these men being rock hard in their pants at the sight of her...which caused both her nipples and clitoris to become almost unbearably erect in their own right.

After way longer than it ever took her on her own, he had washed the entirety of her body...and he removed the showerhead from it's holster above her head and began to rinse her off.

He started with her shoulders...back...and the backs of her legs before turning her around to face him. Now he rinsed all of the soap from her breasts and stomach. But...as he lowered the showerhead, she grabbed his hand and placed the steady stream of warm water firmly between her legs.

She placed her other hand on his shoulder for support now...and stared directly into his eyes. She knew that she had a job to do, but that didn't mean that she couldn't get hers as well. It was building...it was coming...it was going to happen. And then it did. She dug her nails into is shoulder as an orgasm that put that showerhead to shame washed over her.

Now the original agreement was for her to take a shower while everyone watched , so theoretically, her job was done...and she was free to go. But she decided to give the groom to be her own personal send-off to the married life.

Without saying a word, she went down to her knees infront of him and began to stroke his cock to full girth. She lifted it to his stomach now, and placed the tip of her tongue just between his balls and the base of his shaft. Then she slowly pulled away from him...slowly running her tongue along the entire underside of him.

Once she had crested the head, she closed her mouth around it and swallowed the entirety of him. A chill fell over her now since he was largely blocking the water flow...but she barely felt it. She held his balls in her hand as she continued to suck him...paying close attention to the taughtness of them. She sucked faster now...tightening her lips around the perimeter of his shaft. His balls retracted noticeably now, so she closed her eyes and made sure to breathe through her nose.

She sucked his cock even more voraciously now...gripping his balls as she did so. And then finally...he came in her mouth. She swallowed as rapidly as she could...trying like hell to keep up with what suddenly felt like a fucking firehose in her mouth.

At last...she sucked him completely dry. She looked up at him now and extended her hand, so he helped her back to her feet. She stood in front of him and opened her mouth to prove that it was empty, even going so far as to extend her tongue. Then she kissed him squarely on the mouth before telling him "Now no more of this young man...you're about to be married."...to which he just nodded in agreement.

He exited the shower, and she turned her back to him to turn the water off. She then turned around to get out herself and noticed that the men were once again formed in a circle with a towel on the floor between them...and each one of them was holding a washcloth in each hand.

"Alright then Jane" her client told her "let's go ahead and get you dried off so that you can get out of here before it gets too late."

"Actually" she told him "I have time for one more shower...but this one's on me." She then entered the circle and lay down on the towel in the middle of everyone. "Come on boys" she continued with a smile "show me how you stroke those cocks."

And that they did. She guessed that they had all enjoyed the show based on just how fast all of them had cum. She had no idea what had come from whom or where, but her entire fucking torso was frosted like the cake that they'd all be enjoying after the I do's in the next week or so.

Her client now helped her to her feet and prepared to turn the shower back on, but she stopped him. "That actually won't be necessary" she told him...before walking back down the hall to the living room and putting her clothes back on just as she was.

[hypotheticalskinarios]

Brain Dump

You know what WOULD be fun right now though?

Early morning sex where you try to wake one another up without making enough noise to wake the kids up. That was always my favorite.

It's like fishing on a still pond before sunrise.

Every move is so deliberate.

Maybe tmi...but I loved licking her tits and feeling the imprint of the sheet wrinkles in them.

Why does pussy have to be so unforgettable?

That was the best...when you had to be as quiet as possible, so there was nothing to distract you from the feeling of every single thing that happened between the two of you. And nobody had brushed their teeth yet, so you just sank into one another's shoulder and breathed directly into their ear.

Good times.

I don't miss penetration nearly as much as I miss consent.

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[hypotheticalskinarios]

I used to be afraid of the dark, but now I look forward to it. If the lights were on right now, I would be lying alone on the right side of a king sized bed...naked...with one hand on my phone...and the other positioned directly over my fully erect penis...formed loosely into a saliva saturated fist.

But here in the dark...I'm waiting...for her. She's standing at the foot of the bed there out of sight...safely obscured by the brightness of my phone screen. Who is she? She could be anyone. Perhaps she's some anonymous woman who I saw in passing during the course of my day, or maybe someone who has absolutely no business being alone here in this dark room with me in my current state. She could even be...you.

She's crawling up on to the bed now...and positioning herself so that her face is directly over my lap. This one is apparently NOT one to beat around the bush, because as I lie here typing this, I feel her mouth...and NOT four fingers and a thumb slowly envelope the entire length of my shaft.

"Ohhhhh fuuuuccckk....thatta girl...I need this SO badly right now...how do you know EXACTLY where I love to be touched?"

So here I lie...in the dark...as an unseen woman sucks my cock as if it's her last guaranteed meal on earth. I am SO fucking hard right now...long past the precum stage...with my balls gradually constricting back into my body.

And there SHE is...working her soft wet mouth voraciously up and down me...practically DARING me to release myself into it.

"That's it...suck that cock...just like that...make me cum...you know that you want it just as badly as I do...to taste it...to swallow every single drop of me."

I'm getting closer...and still she continues. I need this badly...SO fucking badly. I'm almost there...I feel the gates beginning to open. Just a little longer...yes...yes...yyyyeee.

I just got up to clean myself up, and when I turned the lights on...I was alone once again.

[hypotheticalskinarios]

Hello....ladies out there between the ages of 47 to 52...it's time to bring back the banana clips...your male peers will thank you.

[hypotheticalskinarios]

"WILMA". "WILMA". She was no stranger to that word, because not only was it her own first name, but also because her husband yelled it out at least a hundred times a day...for any number of different reasons.

It was different this time though. It wasn't Fred...her husband. It was a woman's voice...and she sounded frantic. It almost sounded like

"Betty?" she exclaimed as she opened the front door "what's the matter?...why are you crying?"

The Rubbles lived next door. Her husband Fred and Betty's husband Barney were best friends. They did EVERYTHING together...work, bowl, golf, and they even belonged to some lodge...although they would never discuss exactly what they did there in open company. They were out at the golf course today in fact. Barney and Betty had a son who had almost super human strength, so the guys would have him stand in front of them when they'd pretend to tee off, and he'd put them damn near on the green with one stroke.

But here at home, she invited Betty inside, and gave her time to compose herself enough to actually get complete words out. And when she could, she told Wilma how she had woken up the night before to find Barney not in their bed. She did hear him though...from the open window of all places. So she went outside and followed his voice to the house on the other side of theirs, and there through the open window, she saw him on top of the neighbor woman who had recently lost her husband in a quarry cave in.

"What am I going to do Wilma?" she asked "I can't leave him...there are no more open secretary positions in this town, so I wouldn't be able to support myself. And I can't confront him either, because then he'll probably never come to our bed at all."

Wilma excused herself momentarily to make sure that her daughter was still fast asleep. "What you're going to do" she told her upon returning "is exactly what he's doing. If he's going to cat around behind your back, then you should do the same to him. It certainly won't fix the core problem, but I can almost guarantee that you'll feel like less of a victim."

"Don't be ridiculous" she replied "the first man that I approach will run straight to him...and then the entire town will know about my dirty laundry." "Oh honey" Wilma told her "I don't think that you're thinking quite far enough out of the box...and speaking OF boxes..."

Without saying another word, Wilma reached around the back of her neck, and unfastened the one button that held the upper half of her dress to her body. As it fell to the ground, leaving her standing there in nothing but a pearl necklace, she told Betty that it didn't necessarily HAVE to be a man after all.

Betty just stared at her standing there naked. Her breasts weren't large, but they were a beautiful shape. Her stomach was washboard flat, and the thick tuft of hair down between her legs was every bit as red as that on her head.

Wilma looked back at Betty just as intently...waiting for any kind of response or reaction...which didn't take long. Almost as if the temperature had suddenly dropped in the house, two very noticeable protrusions presented themselves on the bodice of Betty's light blue dress.

Wilma approached her...and kissed her on the lips. Betty just stood there at first, stone still as all of the furniture, but then she began to kiss Wilma back...until their tongues were intertwined in the darkness of their mouths.

As Betty reached out for any part of Wilma's body that she could touch, Wilma unfastened that same button on her friend's dress...and pulled it off of her.

Wilma backed away now...to get a better look at this brand new Betty. She definitely had the larger breasts of the two of them, but the same flat stomach. And whereas the hair between Wilma's legs was firey red, Betty's bush was raven black.

"So tell me" Wilma said "Do you like always having your hair up so tightly?"

"Actually" Betty replied "No...but Barney does." "Well" Wilma continued "he also likes fucking the neighbor, so maybe he doesn't always know best." And with that, she unpinned Betty's hair and let it fall down to her shoulders.

She then took Betty by the hand and led her into the bedroom. "It's just that...neither one of us has a...you know" Betty said as Wilma motioned her to the foot of the bed. "Not to worry" Wilma replied...while walking over to her dresser "I've got something that will put whatever your sawed off husband is packing to shame."

Wilma turned back around now...with something in her hand. It was cylindrical...with a familiar cut shape on either end...and it was made of the smoothest stone that Betty had ever seen with her own two eyes.

She approached the bed...and kneeled down between Betty's legs...gently nudging her on to her back with a hand to the stomach...and began to slowly lick her pussy up and down.

Betty immediately reached down and ran her fingers through Wilma's hair...virtually destroying the perfect bun that hid just how long her locks actually were. Wilma began to consume her friend more voraciously now...licking her faster...and eventually working her tongue between Betty's sugary sweet labia.

As Wilma continued to baptise Betty in the saliva of another woman, she rose to her feet and began to lick her clitoris sharply in repeated upward motions. So taking the cue, Betty slowly backed up further onto the bed...taking great care as not to lose contact with Wilma's magnificent tongue.

Wilma followed her closely...with Betty's scorned pussy in her mouth...and that mysterious cylindrical object still in her hand...until Betty's head came to rest on that rock hard pillow behind her.

Wilma backed away now...and rose to her knees. Then...as Betty watched with curious intensity, Wilma placed that object down between her legs...running the tip of it up and down herself...until it glid into her...one entire half of it parting her like the red sea.

After a few moments of sexual exhibition, she pulled it completely out of herself, turned it around, and reinserted it. Then she leaned forward...with it protruding from her, and fed the half which still glistened with her own juices into her best friend.

She leaned directly over Betty now and began to work her hips back and forth, but she found that she was so wet herself that she couldn't properly grip the granite lady cock between them. So being the quick thinker that she was, she reached down again and repositioned it between her clenched thighs.

So here she was...in her own bed...fucking the woman who lived right next door. Betty began to moan louder, but being mindful of the sleeping baby in the next room, Wilma quickly put her hand over Betty's mouth and leaned in closer to her face.

That must have been a trigger of some sort, because Betty instantly placed her hands over her own breasts and squeezed them noticeably hard. "Does anybody fuck you better than I do?" Wilma asked as she penetrated Betty again and again. Betty shook her head no. "And don't you actually feel SORRY for that sad old widow who has to settle for your husband's meager little cock?" she continued. Betty shook her head yes. "Well then" she went on to say "you're going to let him KEEP fucking her, but as soon as you find him gone, you're going to come over here and get me before his side of the bed even cools down. Am I understood?" Betty shook affirmatively once more. "Good girl" Wilma told her "but the boys are going to be home soon....so it's time for you to cum for mama."

[hypotheticalskinarios]

So there we are...together in bed. I'm lying on my left side...my head propped up with my arm...and the covers up to my waist. You...are lying on your stomach...your head turned to face me...and the covers up near your shoulders.

We're looking at one another there in the darkness...but still able to see just well enough...and we're talking. We marvel about how crazy it is that we finally met, and about just how well we actually hit it off in person.

You give me a play by play of just how I feel trickling slowly out of you, and thank me for having the presence of mind to put a fresh towel on the side table before we even began for you to lie on afterwards...as not to make an uncomfortable mess of the bedsheets.

I pull the covers down to your waist now, exposing your bare back...and I begin to rub it from the base of your neck to the whisper of your beautiful round ass just below the blanket line.

You smile at me, whether I can see it or not, and then reach down between my legs until you locate my still wet and withered cock. You begin to stroke it with your fingertips...and ask me when it's going to be ready to go again.

I tell you that I don't know, so you tell ME that you have an idea. You roll over onto your left side now, and back into me...skin on skin...as you grab my right hand and relocate it to your right breast.

So there we are...me the big spoon...and you the little. You begin to slowly grind against me like a charmer trying in vain to summon a spent cobra as you place your hand over mine...causing me to squeeze your tit just hard enough to still be pleasurable. I lean in closer to you now and begin to kiss the back of your neck...before making my way to your earlobe. I take it between my lips...and suck on it...as you feel my warm breath on your skin.

Lo and behold, your little plan works, because I soon find myself rigid enough to actually form a wedge between your soft cheeks. You obviously feel me firm against you, but you play coy...presumably waiting for that tired old snake to come alive and strike....but it doesn't. I can also feel my gradual return to glory, and reminds me of a conversation that we once had...when I asked you about any unfulfilled sexual fantasies and you just responded with a picture of a man and a woman together on a bed. So knowing just what needs to be done, I quickly move my hand down beneath the covers.

I place it between your legs now, and begin to finger your pussy until your juices have nearly saturated my entire hand. You press into me harder as I do so, but I push back...hard enough to send you back onto your stomach in fact.

Before you can even ask why, I climb on top of you...and begin to rub your juices up and down the length of my shaft...even spitting on the head for good measure. Then...I spread your cheeks...and press the tip of my cock firmly against your asshole as you lie there pinned to the bed flat as a board...just like the lady in the picture.

You begin to focus on your breathing now as you feel me slowly and carefully entering you. You close your eyes...gripping the bedsheets on either side of you as the towel beneath you grows seemingly wetter with every inch of me that enters you.

So there you are...lying flat on the bed completely naked...with me on top of you...in your ass no less...your fantasy finally coming to life.

You plead with me to fuck you, so I begin to work my way in and out of you cautiously at first...listening to what your body is telling me more than whatever your mouth has to say. You begin to relax a bit more now, so I turn the tempo up one notch...and then two...until my entire cock is sliding in and out of you to the tip.

You say nothing though...not so much as a slight moan. I also notice that not only are your shoulders trembling, but your ass is also rock hard...which tells me that you're trying to hold something in. So guessing what that is, and knowing how self concious some women are about it, I begin to penetrate you deeper still....as I move my hands up your back.

You tense up even more now...so I respond by fucking you even harder...with my hands barely touching you...until I place them on your shoulders and begin to massage them just firmly enough to distract you while continuing to use your ass as my own personal pin cushion.

FINALLY I hear you...in the form of an unchoreographed guttural moan. You begin to involuntarily convulse as we release in perfect unison...me in your ass and you all over the bed beneath you...soaking it down to the mattress pad.

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She was a woman...and a happy one for that matter...who could honestly say that she wanted for nothing. She was also married...to a man who continued to put her on a pedestal long after most men in his position had began to lose interest in their own wives. He was great...and she loved him more than anything, but there WAS one small crack in his armor. For as great as he was, he was also just as safe, and a small part of her craved unpredictability and excitement...in the form of a man who didn't know every single one of her ins and outs...pun not intended. So here she was...in a hotel room in a strange zip code...face to face with both of those things...for better or worse.

He was married as well, but it was hardly the fairy tale story that she jumped out of en route to room 302. Now he wasn't unhappy per se, but whereas she was looking to feel dangerous excitement, he was just looking to feel anything at all.

"So...where should we begin?" she asked him. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he just looked down at her left hand and thought about some guy out there who he'd never met, and never WOULD meet. "I don't think that I can go through with this" he replied "he doesn't deserve this."

"Can I ask you a question?" she continued. He nodded yes. "When you're looking at me there on the screen of your phone, do you ever touch yourself?" He nodded yes again. "and do you ever talk to me?...maybe tell me what you'd like me to do?" Again...he nodded yes. "Well then there it is" she went on to say, as she reached into his front pocket and pulled out that Samsung S-whatever. She opened the camera function and handed it back to him...with herself fully in frame. "So then the way I see it" she told him "as long as I'm safely there on your screen, this is no different than any other interaction that we've ever had, thus we're not doing anything wrong. Now I'm going to ask you one more time...where shall we begin?"

He thought about what she'd said for a moment, and whether it was because he'd do anything in the world to rationalize this moment, or because it DID make sense...he agreed with her. So as instructed, he told her exactly where he thought they should begin.

Moments later, he saw her sink out of the bottom of the frame just as he took a seat in the chair a few steps behind him. He leaned back as far as he could, but he could only see the very top of her hair. But he didn't have to have eyes on her to know that she was slowly...almost torturously freeing him from the dark confines of his pants. As soon as every inch of him had been liberated from that denim prison, she wasted no time acquainting her mouth with him...as there he sat...watching her blonde hair dance in and out of the screen of his phone.

So there he was...one man...in front of one woman...but he was torn between two different worlds. His safe mind told him that the mouth which enveloped him and the hand that were refreshingly mindful of his balls were his own...as they were all of those nights when he lay alone in the darkness of his own imagination. But then his logical mind, which spoke much louder, reminded him that his five fingers, no matter HOW willing, could never do what she was doing with her lips and tongue just out of the scope of his camera lens...and that this was very much real.

"That's about enough of that" he told her, before she ended him right then and there "I'd like you to stand back up please."

She happily obliged, and then as instructed, she began to slowly undress for him. His heart pounded in his chest as she stripped down to just her underthings. Sure...he had seen her in bare bits and pieces, but never as a whole unwrapped package. Her bra came of next, and he was struck by just how little two dimensional photography did for her tits. They were a whole world apart from the pics that she would occasionally send him when she was feeling especially randy. And then her panties were soon to follow...and his mouth fell agape at the sight of something that made the matted hotel room carpet seem like concrete beneath his feet in comparison.

Now to his complete surprise, the sight of this woman, another man's wife no less, standing in front of him completely naked actually washed away whatever nerves he had brought into this whole situation. He suddenly felt more confident than he had in sometime...more self assured. So with this new found feeling of invincibility in his back pocket, he said to her "Tell me what you want me to do to you." She just smiled...and walked toward him...until she was bent over with her palms resting on his knees and her mouth filling up the entire screen. And then she replied with two simple one syllable words...equalling six letters in total.

"It would be my pleasure" he said, and then being the gentleman that he was, he asked her to go over to the bed and assume whichever position she preferred. He thought for sure that she would choose to wait for him on her hands and knees, as to preserve at least a shred of anonymity in this most taboo of arrangements, but then something caught his eye that rendered him uncapable to form a tangible thought at all.

It was her ass...right there in front of him for the very first time. With every step that she took, he thought to himself how it looked more suited for the peach bin in a high end supermarket than some middle of the road hotel room in the middle of wherever they were...which was to say that it was juicy with a capital J.

But then she reached the bed...climbed up onto it...and rolled over onto her back with her legs spread and her knees in the air. He looked at her quizzically, which she obviously picked up on, became she asked him "when you snuck into the movies as a kid, KNOWING full well that it was wrong, you didn't just sit there with your eyes closed for two hours now did you?"

He really didn't have any argument, so not wanting to miss the matinee, he sat his phone down on the table next to the chair and closed his eyes tightly. Then he stood up and undressed down to nothing but the most inappropriate erection of his life, and relocated his phone there in the darkness.

He opened his eyes now...still safely behind the viewfinder of his phone, and scanned the room until she was back in his sight. And what a sight she was...beckoning him toward her with a single crooked index finger as she replicated that same motion with her other hand deep between her buttery brown thighs.

So he made his way over to her, clumsily crawling up the bed on one hand...as she dipped in and out of focus..until his outer thighs came to rest against her inners.

He could see her as clear as day now that the camera's aspect ratio had properly adjusted, and she was SO fucking pretty. He just hovered there...frozen...thinking to himself that this was the literal definition of "point of no return. In fact, he was so lost in her dark beautiful eyes that he didn't even feel his one support arm beginning to quiver. But SHE noticed...and without saying a word, she took the phone from his hand and tossed it to the foot of the bed...before placing his hand next to her head.

She was real now. He wanted so badly to officially greet her in person, but he couldn't find the words. So she beat him to it when she smiled up at him and said "Hi" just as she took him in her hand and guided him into her.

It felt effortless...there was no angling for the correct entry point or anything. It was almost as if he were Goldilocks and her body was Baby Bear's bed. As he began to establish a rhythm, he tried to pinpoint exactly how he felt about laying on top of another man's wife...with his penis inside of her no less. He didn't feel happiness, because forced marital infidelity was no joyous occasion...but it didn't feel wrong either at the same time. And then he figured it out. He felt like he was at the dentist, and it had nothing to do with the drilling that he was currently doing. It was because her pussy gave him the same feeling that that nitrous mask over his nose always did...the feeling that made you want to bask in a less than ideal situation for as long as humanly possible.

Now even coming into this situation, he knew that he'd likely have the staying power of an Indy car on four bald tires, and all of the solo training in the world wasn't going to change that. The only problem was that they hadn't actually discussed the evacuation details beforehand either. So he just began to gradually shorten his strokes in case he had to suddenly eject without warning.

She noticed that as well, and obviously wanted no part of it, because after only a few tempered thrusts, she placed her hands firmly on his hips and said "I'm a grown woman...so you will finish exactly where you are."

"Yes ma'am" he replied. That simple directive seemed to make him grow two sizes like the Grinch's heart, because he felt stronger all of a sudden...more virile. And he began to fuck her like a man SHOULD fuck a woman...regardless of personal relationship or situation. As she began to moan louder there beneath him, he just kept going back to that initial assessment of her...she was SO fucking pretty. She grabbed him by the arms and looked up at him...greeting every thrust of his hips into her with a genuine smile.

It wasn't long until that smile vanished though, and she appeared to grow more focused. She gripped his arms tighter now and pursed her lips. Her eyes remained fixed on him as she began to nod slowly...and then a bit more intently. It took him a few seconds to figure out what she was telling him, but once he did, he just nodded back at her and dug himself more firmly into the bed.

She threw her head back into the pillow as he added an upthrust to his repertoire...trying to find that one particular key that would unlock the feeling inside of her that brought her here to begin with.

Once he had joined her at the finish line, he rolled over and lay next to her on the bed. "So I hope it isn't too douchey of me to ask" he told her "but which one of my moves did you like the best?" "Hmmm" she pondered momentarily...before telling him "Probably making me blonde...because turns out that they DO have more fun." He just stared at her...without speaking...until she told him "Why don't you take a picture...it will last longer." So he got up and retrieved his phone from the edge of the bed...which was still set to camera mode. He raised it to her face, reached for the shutter button, and...."morning alarm sounds"

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When she wants it on the edge of the bed with you standing...so you flip them Crocs into sport mode 😈

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I can barely eat Dutch Crunch bread without being seated safely at a table

delicately forged valleys, stream holders; don’t be afraid of what you’ve been given.

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I bought three pairs of cargo shorts today, and my new Crocs should be arriving tomorrow...so you might want to double up on the panties ladies

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It was just like any other morning...except that it wasn't like any other morning at all. The power five from just a week ago had been pared down to the top two candidates for a senior management position at work, and today was her final one on one meeting...with the top floor brass no less.

She had pulled out all of the stops for today. New hair, new nails, and new clothes...clear down to the soles of her freshly pedicured feet and the skin of her baby soft ass.

"So what do you think?" she asked her husband...who was just tightening the knot of his tie before heading off to work himself. "Honestly" he told her as he looked her up and down "I don't think that you stand any chance at all."

She said nothing in return. She couldn't. She was too focused on holding back the tears that would most certainly ruin her makeup to form words at all. "Let me explain" he continued "your strengths are your personality...your calm and cool in even the most stressful of situations. But you look scared to death right now baby. In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd swear that you just woke up in someone else's clothes with no idea where you even are. But I DO have an idea that might just get you back into a better headspace. Now what time is your interview?"

"Oh that's plenty of time" he told her "even with traffic...so come on over here for a minute." He asked her to stand in front of the bed, at which point he knelt down in front of her and carefully pulled her skirt up to her waist...being mindful not to wrinkle it. "Now have a seat please my dear" he asked of her...which she happily obliged.

As he pulled her panties aside, she fell back into the bed and closed her eyes...thinking that he was going to give her a little morning kiss to calm her nerves...until she felt something else...and completely unexpected.

Now she hadn't married him for his cock, but nobody would have blamed her if she had....and it was a completely different beast first thing in the morning. As he entered her, he leaned over and asked her "Now do I look like a man who would fuck a scaredy cat?", to which she could only shake her head no.

When he was right...he was certainly right, because with each and every thrust, he filled her with confidence...along with that aforementioned girthquake between his legs which ALWAYS left her with at least a few breathless aftershocks in it's wake.

She had expected him to pull out at any moment and say something corny about how he'd finish once she came back home with a bigger bag than he put into the bank every payday, but he surprised her yet again by removing himself from her far less formidable than he had arrived.

He knelt down between her legs now and did give her a quick peck before restoring the front of her panties to their proper position, at which point he stood up and resheathed himself.

"Now all that you needed my Dear" he told her as he helped her up from the bed "was a little distraction...and I'm sure that trying not to make a mess of that very expensive chair that you'll be sitting in very shortly will do just the trick. But more than that" he told her...as he gently patted the front of her brand new skirt "I just wanted you to feel like I'm right there with you in that interview. Now you'd better get going honey, because gravity is no more forgiving than business executives when it comes to time management."

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You never really hear about the phase where someone being gone finally begins to feel somewhat normal, but you still have to look at the stuff they left behind every single day. Or even worse...try to figure out what to do with it. Walking through your own house or garage shouldn't have to feel like you're ripping a band aid off with every single step...but it does. What the fuck man???...I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for a second full time job that pays in nothing but questions that will never be answered. I'm fucking pissed, and if that makes me selfish, then so be it. But it is what it is...this is just where we are now.