There was my wife, lying across the desk spreadeagle with her skirt bunched around her waist, pantyhose on the floor, and blouse opened down to her naval. Papers were scattered all over the floor along with the phone. At the same time a young blond haired punk, no older than 16 or 17, was on his knees orally ravaging her gaping cunt. While he was doing a number on my wife’s pussy a totally naked teenage boy was shoving his cock into Karen ’s mouth. My first reaction was to pull these two punks off her and beat the crap out of them, but I soon realized that my wife wasn’t a victim but an active participant. As I stood there watching in shock, my breathing grew heavy and my cock was becoming hard as a rock. Damn, I was actually enjoying seeing my wife servicing these two teenage boys. Not wanting to be seen, I stepped back into the darkness as I watched the blond haired kid took his Levis & briefs off and slid his prick into my wife’s dripping hole. As he slid in and out of her slippery snatch, I heard the familiar sounds of approaching orgasm cumming my wife’s lips. The brown haired boy who was feeding Karen his cock climbed onto the desk and began to fuck Karen’s mouth in unison with the dick pounding her cunt.

Remembering that I had forgotten to lock the front door, I quietly snuck up to lock it in - just in case. When I got back, the boy plowing my wife cunt was straining to keep pace with her bucking hips. From the sight of his quick short thrusts, I knew he couldn’t last much longer. With one final lunge he shoved all the way into Karen’s love tunnel and released his youthful load as his body shook with pleasure. His hot young cum brought my wife over, and she started to convulse in orgasm. Her breast were heaving and she was writhing and moaning in ecstasy. Dark hair’s cock fell out of her mouth and Blondi remained in the same position with his cock buried deep in my wife’s cunt, savoring the post orgasmic tremors as my wife’s cunt milked him dry. The dark haired boy got off the desk and nudged blondi aside as he prepared to pump my wife. As blondi pulled his softening meat out of my wife’s pussy a thick glob of white cum oozed out of it. They stepped back for a second to admire my her cum filled twat. It was such a turn on to see her wide open pink cunt glistening from a mixture of her juices and sperm. I silently wished that I had my video camera with me. The two kids then helped Karen off the desk and onto the carpeted floor. As they did this, the dark haired kid helped her remove her skirt and blouse. They flipped my wife over onto her tummy. With her ass arched slightly and pussy wide open, dark haired positioned himself for easy access. I then noticed blondi was hard AGAIN!. Ahha, to be young and full of spunk… He was hard again in less than 5 minutes! The horny fucker crawled up front and laid himself down and had my wife lick his rod clean of their previous encounter. The kid behind Karen thrusted his cock into my wife’s snatch in one quick motion - causing her to gasp. I guess she wanted to finish her oral duties quickly and concentrate on her own pleasure, because started to deep throat blondi and used her throat muscles to milk his cock. In less than two minutes blondi was shuddering in orgasm, unloading his cream down her throat. She swallowed EVERY drop. Not a bit of spunk was left on his cock as hewithdrew from her mouth. Exhausted, the blond kid got up and collapsed onto one of the office chairs behind them and took on the role of a spectator. After a few minutes of pumping Karen, Darkie, being a “head” man, stopped ramming his tool, dismounted and proceeded to get the same excellent blowjob that blondi just had. Up until this point I was content being a voyeur, however, my straining hard-on was getting really uncomfortable. I pondered for a moment and decided to join the fun. With Karen still sucking on dark hair’s tool with abandon, I quietly stripped and got behind her luscious ass. The boys frozed when they saw me. Without saying anything I motioned for them to keep quiet and pointed to my wedding band and back to the wife. Needless to say they got the picture but were still in shock. I think they finally realized that I all I wanted was a piece of my wife’s well used ass. As Karen continued to orally service her young stud, I began probing her drenched pussy with my fingers. She was so wet that I had no problem getting three fingers in her hole. I continued to tease her until she started begging to be fucked. All this time she had her backside to me so she thought it was blondi doing her. I adjusted her ass for a perfect trajectory and mounted her doggy style. This brought squeals of pleasure from her well stuffed mouth and gave her all the more incentive to get the cock in her mouth off. Her hard work quickly paid off as the dark haired kid tensed up and started pumping a huge load into her mouth. Karen swallowed what she could but a lot of it spilled out over her lips and chin. Being true to form she licked the boy clean. All his time I was using long slow strokes on her cunt to savor the extra smooth feeling of sloppy seconds. Every time I stroked, our privates made these obscene noises that spurred me on. I increased my tempo which caused my lovely piece of ass to mew with pleasure. She turned her head slightly and opened her eyes. Then our eyes met. She was briefly startled, but suddenly she started cumming and contracting around my cock. All the while staring me right in the eye and making lewd facial gestures. I couldn’t hold back any longer and began ramming furiously at her hot little hole. My body tensed and all I was for that moment in time was one big fucken cock plowing into my wife’s well lubed pussy. I felt my pent up load building and suddenly I was having one of the best orgasms of my life. It seemed like I was squirting gallons of cum into her beautiful pussy which just kept on milking me for more cum. I came so hard that I literally saw stars. As I came to my senses, I saw that Karen was still staring at me with lust in her eyes and grinning from ear to ear. I was still buried in her and she was using her vaginal muscles to suck on my shriveling cock.

After everyone finally caught their breath, my wife introduced the blond as Kyle & the other as Pete, a couple of part-timer’s for the store. Needless to say they already knew who I was. Embarrassed, they quickly mumbled their hellos, got dressed and said their goodnites. After they left, my wife who was still completely naked, told me what had happened. It seems that, after the store had closed, they were doing the usual vacuuming and straighten up. She was replacing some books on the top shelf when she lost balance on the step ladder. Luckily Kyle was nearby and caught her, but in the process of doing so, he accidentally bunched her skirt up to her waist. Since all she had on underneath were sheer pantyhose, almost everything was exposed. She continued to tell me that Kyle frozed for a moment and all of a sudden began to caress her thighs & mound which had her quivering with pleasure. Soon he had his hands all over her body, fondling her tits and probing all her nooks and crannies. The other boy, Pete, happened in on them and quickly joined in. She said that after 5 - 10 minutes of some hot & heavy petting & kissing in the isles, the boys carried her into the back office, set her on the desk and proceeded to ravage her body, and I knew the rest. Upon hearing this I got hard again. Karen and I had another quickie in the office before we straighten up the place & left. This time I lasted a bit longer and really enjoyed her sloppy pussy. That was a week ago, Karen and I have been going at it like newlyweds since. It really has spiced up our 10 year marriage. She and I have even been planning for a next group session…I can’t wait!

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My lips were gently kissing your cock and my tongue was wandering over you. I moved to take more of you in my mouth and suck you harder. I’m sure you were only following your instincts, love, but it was a major mistake.

As the passions welted up within you and you began to moan and ask for more, I tried very hard to please you. My mouth is, unfortunately quite small and cannot accommodate your entire prick. I was going up and down on you and sucking as best I could. Then…..

Your hands moved to my head, forcing me down on your further. My immediate reaction was not as you anticipated. I moved forcefully against the pressure of your hands, almost losing contact entirely.

I didn’t want to spoil the moment for you love, only be able to continue in my own fashion. While using my hands to keep up the contact I lifted my mouth and quietly asked you to move your hands to anyplace but my head. My shoulders would be fine, my breasts that you seem to like to touch so very much. But don’t force me or guide me or try in any way to add to what I’m doing to you now.

Knowing you were hungry for more I once again continued to cover you with my lips, forming a tight seal and sucking again. This seems to please you so. And again you placed a single hand this time on the crown of my head and gently pressed down. Have you gone deaf my love? Taking my hand and moving yours I continue, until….

There you go again. No wonder page 26 of the Cucumber book says “You only eat Cucumbers when you want to….”

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It was a snowy, cold night in Central New Mexico. My parents were out of town, and we had run of the house for the weekend. All plans were made, everything prepared, lies told, etc when she came over for the weekend.

We killed some time drinking, and talking, and drinking (you know how virgins are), untill the hour was ‘late’. A kiss, a hug, a little slight-of-hand, and the sound of the wind outside faded into silence…

‘Jessica’ had small, firm breasts of the type that only seem to come on virgin teenagers. Silky white, with a fine tracing of veins, and very light nipples that would crinkle at the slightest touch. She began to squirm in my arms…

… as the liquor and embraces began to warm her throughout. I loosened some more clothing, and lowered my lips onto a pale, enticingly smooth breast. Circling my tongue lightly around her nipple, I watched fascinated as it hardened, growing, and rose to meet my teasing tongue. Taking it into my mouth, I sucked as I prodded the tip with my dancing, licking, sex-starved tongue. This continued untill she began unbuckling my belt, and reached inside to find my swollen erection standing tall, waiting to be recognized.

Abandoning her beautiful tit, I rapidly undid her pants and pulled them, slowly, over her feet. Inch by inch, her lovely legs appeared, and her shapely hips revealed a small, nearly invisible, bush of fine, blonde, fur. Wasting little time (I began at her knees instead of her feet) I kissed up her thighs untill I reached my goal. Gently spreading her thighs, I probed her gently with my tongue. Her wetness tasted sweet with youth, and her clit leaped outward with a display of emotion. Taking it between my lips, I pushed my tongue into her slit, evoking a gasp and shudder from ‘Jessica’…

I continued my work, alternating sucking her clit with tongue-fucking, untill her smooth belly humped in spasm, her juices flowed in a river, and she screamed with orgasm. Never one to do anything half-way, I continued untill she had experienced several more rocking orgasms before I stood up and finished undressing myself. She nodded approval at my obvious plan. Slowly, ever so slowly and cautiously, I penetrated her well-lubricated-but-still-virgin tunnel. Gasps of (pain and pleasure) slowed me, but never ceasing to slide deeper into her. She began to rock her hips, and I began also, very, very gently. She was so tight that I had trouble holding back. We slowly fucked, and with me again sucking her tit, she had her first-ever orgasm with a man inside of her. Then we picked up steam. She quickly caught on to the rhythms required, and fielded my off-synch movements, and proceeded to slide and slew around the mattress untill her tight pussy robbed me with one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had at the time. Now, she was REALLY lubed, and we continued without fear of me losing my head over Sex’..

….which is nothing to lose your head over. I pulled out, slowly, and knelt again to caress her swelling, bulbous clit with my lips and mouth. I flicked my tongue, almost casually, along the uppermost reaches of her lips, from top to bottom…she lurched as I passed her bud, then sighed as her back arched and then relaxed in a quick burst of pleasure.

My hands roamed, spirit-like, along her torso untill my right rested on a firm breast and my left cupped her head, along the small of her back. Her neck was soft, almost unbearably so between her shoulder blades, as I explored every inch of ‘Jessica’s’ (recently) virgin flesh. Trembling pulses raced along my spine as her nipple hardened under my finger’s tremulous assault and her hips bucked into my face. She vaulted upwards, twisting, and landed in a heap on her side….as I crawled towards her, carrying the second installment of a many-volume sequel….

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Francie was perturbed to put it mildly. the veins stood out in her neck, while the misty water sprayed her. I left the room and returned a mere five minutes later, since my mischievious games are generally short lived. When I went to untie her, she was the one who shocked me by saying, “Don’t untie me, just Fuck me.” And she bent over as far as possible, leaving her perfect butt cheeks sticking up in the air. My cock was rock hard. I didn’t need any lubricant since my shaft was already wet from the water. I parted her butt cheeks, easing my throbbing prick up her tight chute. A soft, “ahh,” escaped from between her lips. It was intresting how she no longer protested about what I had done to her. Her anger had turned to pleasure. Anal sex is a favorite activity of ours, but here in the tub with my wife’s hands tied together, it took on a new meaning. Francine was really starting to get into this bathtub bondage scenario. She undulated her hips wildly as her anal muscles tugged frantically at my shaft. I slid rythmically in her asshole, as I grabbed her pendulous breasts, fondling them gently. “Yes!” she gasped breathlessly. “Come up my ass.” Then a half minute later she cried out, “HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER!”

Her pelvic movements had intensified, fanny shaking like a bowl of jello while my pounding pistol kept driving in and out of her dark hole. After another thirty seconds, I had passed the point of no return. I came with a violent ejaculation, spraying a volly of sizzling semen deep toward her bowels. That triggered another blast and in rapid succession I shot four waves of semen into her backside. My cock ached from the intensity of my orgasm. I’d never felt so satisfied sexually sexually before. Francine seemed to go insane with the ecstasy, in the throes of a terrific orgasm even though she wasn’t able to touch her pussy. Her burning cunt sent a stream of pussy cream down the insides of her legs, while the last of my come flooded her backside. When I widthdrew my rod from her anus, she was breathing heavy. It took awhile to recover. “I don’t know what possessed you to tie me up like that,” she noted, “but thank goodness you did. After the pantyhose had been around my wrist a while, I got so increadibly horny I couldn’t believe it. I untied her and helped her off. When we went into the bedroom the bondage was all we could talk about. We were so enthusiastic, like teens discussing sex for the first time. The potential of bathtub bondage intregued us.

The following evening we decided to try it again. It wouldn’t be so spontaneous now that we could plan things out. I began filling up the tub with water while Francie went into the bedroom. She emerged a few minutes later wearing very sexy lingerie, hardly the type of apparel for bathing. She was dressed in a lace bra, the wispy material so transparent, I thought her massive breasts would poke through the front and around the waist was a lace garter belt with thigh high nylons reaching up to grip the garter snaps. On her feet were black leather pumps. “You were planning on bathing?” I asked her, feeling so aroused that I wondered why we just didn’t fuck in the middle of the hall.
“It’s just a little something I threw together,” she grinned. “Actually, I’ve always had a fantasy of just getting in the tub in my lingerie. I guess this is the ideal opportunity to try it out.” Who was I to argue with her? Francine had several implements of bondage already in the bathroom, consisting of nylons and pantyhose and her body was trembling, as if she was standing on a rumbling volcano. Her face was flushed almost as red as the stockings she was wearing. When the tub was half-full, she climbed in, laying on her back. The water quickly covered every inch of her body, sexy lingerie plastered to her skin. I undressed quickly, exposing my massive cock. Francine’s deep blue eyes widened when she saw it. Veins stuck out majestically. I began by taking a pair of pantyhose, binding my wife’s wrists above her head, tying the hosiery to the towel holder above her. I raised her lithe legs from the water, tying a couple of nylons around her ankles. Now she was totally helpless, a bathtub prisoner. Her pussy was half submerged, vaginal lips exposed, lukewarm water splashing around her pink protrusion. As I figured ways of going down on her, I spied our shower massager.

A decidedly kinky notion crossed my mind, which would be a surprise for my wife. I tied a pair of black nylons around her eyes. “Hey, what are you doing?” she protested. “This isn’t a part of bondage.” Don’t worry,” I told her. “Just relax.” She wouldn’t relax. Instead she constantly argued about having her vision impared. So to stifle her gasps, I stuffed a pair of panty hose past her luscious lips. I know it wasn’t fair to spring a blindfold, then a gag on her, but once she calmed down I knew she would experience pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. “You’er going to thank me for this very soon,” I explained, even though she was cursing me through the gag. I hooked up the shower massager to the taps. Turning it on, a misty jet of water shot from the hose. I lowered it toward her boiling box, pressing the nozzle against her pussy! Talk about wild reactions. It was as if I had pressed a 10,000 volt wire into her crotch. Her body went stiff as starch. The pulsating stream of water spewed inside her, splashing against her cervix, clitorus, and vagina walls. It felt like millions of tiny fingers were fondling Francine’s snatch. Francine was moaning with passion! I rotated the massager in circles, intensifying her pleasure. Her body was one massive convulsion. In her frenzied movements she kicked off her high heels. It floated, spike up in the water. I sensed my wife getting closer to her release. I kept the nozzle firmly against her cunt lips, giving her a final few tormenting blasts of water, before all hell broke loose. “Mmmmm, mmmmm,” she muttered through the gossamer gag as she was caught in the turbulent throes of a sense shattering orgasm, which encompassed her body like a blanket.

She’d never come so violently before. Bead-like drops of her secretions were spilling into the water as her orgasm ran its course. I wish I had been fast enough to capture her creamy goo before it hit the water. I switched off the massager after I was sure her orgasm had ended. I removed the blindfold from her eyes, and the gag from her mouth. “That was damn sneaky,” she repremanded me in a good natured manner. “And I loved it!” “I couldn’t resist that surprise,” I told her. “Well give me another. Something wet. Not water. And I want it down my throat.”

I winked at my wife as I moved higher in the tub. I straddled her head with my legs, raising the back of her head out of the water. Since my had her sexual release, I needed mine desperately. I guided my shaft past her anxious lips, as she engulfed me with her mouth. It was like a prison door snapping shut around me. Her tongue darted all over my prick, like a competitive athlete, trying to beat an existing record. She bathed my prick with her talented tongue, licking more enthusiastically than ever before. This act of bathtub bondage had transformed her from a passive cocksucker to one who puts a great deal of energy into her work. As sensational pulsations sped through my pole, I felt lightheaded for an instant, mind swirling as if caught in a whirlpool. My cock had braved her suck crazed mouth and was getting closer to exploding. I tried to resist orgasm, wanting to draw this one out to its fullest term. But when her tongue took one more journey up my shaft, I couldn’t hold back another second. I ejaculated; my love cream exiting my slit in an erratic manner.

Francie’s tongue didn’t let up its assault. It was persistent, wanting to draw out every drop from my prick. She eagerly accepted the last of my cream. My pistol empty, I moved off her shoulders, letting her lick down the last of my come in peace. After she finished savoring my frothy delight, I asked her if she was still comfortable or whether she wanted me to untie her. “Don’t think unpure thoughts,” she quipped. “I could stay like this the rest of the week. Now there is a certain part of my anatomy that needs a bit more attention. The shower sprayer was fine but I can think of something long and hard that will do the job quite nicely.”

I may have come once that evening but there was more juice left in my pole. I floated between her thighs, like a submarine tunneling through water, heading for that special target. I eased my shaft past swollen pink lips, scoring a direct hit in her love tunnel. What a unique feeling it is, fucking while your shaft is submerged in water and in a pussy simultaneously. The water beat against my scrotal sac like waves as I thrust back and forth in her vagina. Francine gyrated in a sultry bump and grind routine, the water slapping around us. The entire room smelled of our arousal, the scent as pungent as perfume. Francine moved her head from side to side, gasps and shrieks constantly coming from between her lips. As my cock floated in it’s watery coccoon, the pressure in my dick was increasing. There was no need to fight the feeling any longer. Nature had taken her course. Thick wads of semen started their ascent up my pole. Upon contact with her cunt, my come burned like fire. She let out a wild gasp as her eyes went slightly glazed and I noticed a deep sense of calm as the last of my juices entered her. We soon had to call a halt to our bathtub game. It was a beautiful way to end the evening and we knew that there would be many more times to practice our new fetish. Why exhaust our possibilities in one evening?Bathing has taken on an entirely new meaning for the both of us. We don’t simply clean ourselves up, though I’m sure we will be cleaner now that we are combining bathing and bondage more frequently. So here’s a bit of advice from two people who have been there. “Rub a dub dub, tie her up in the tub!” Your sex life will never be the same again!

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