Chapter 03
I'm driving home from work, daydreaming about my surreal lunch in the restaurant this afternoon with Jean. The meal itself was perfectly fine, but it was the blowjob for dessert from a waitress underneath the table, at Jean's request, that sticks in the mind.
I'm so distracted I almost miss the turn to Emma's house. The reason I brought the car to work today.
Emma is my sister-in-law, my wife Laura's younger sister. Laura asked me to collect a cooking dish from Emma on my way home from work, as I would be passing her house.
Emma has three young kids, all under the age of 6, her youngest being just 9 months.
At 36, Emma is three years younger than Laura. I have known Emma since she was a teenager, when her sister and I first started dating. She and I always got on really well, and I have seen her grow into the wonderful woman and mother she is today.
If truth be told, I have grown quiet attracted to Emma throughout that time also. The thrill of the forbidden is most likely the root of my desire towards my sister-in-law. But nothing could ever have happened between us for obvious reasons.
However, I have a suspicion that Emma may quietly repress her own little bit of lust towards me also. It's nothing she has ever said or done, just a feeling I get when I'm around her. Maybe that's just wishful thinking by me, giving myself an ego boost.
Emma is a very attractive woman, and totally different to her sister. She is 5'6" so taller than Laura, and has kept her natural dark brown hair. Laura is more tanned, while Emma has a paler complexion with higher cheek bones.
She is not as sculpted and toned as Laura. The signs of having had three kids recently are evident, and she is still in the process of losing the last of her baby weight.
But she has managed to keep her statuesque posture and grace. She also dresses more modestly than my wife. The words 'prim and proper' spring to mind when thinking about Emma.
My wife Laura on the other hand, is pure sex on legs. She has bleach blonde hair, almost white in color, dresses a little slutty with her legs and tits on show most of the time. Her teeth are perfectly white, and she has regular manicures and pedicures.
Side by side, Laura is the clear winner. She has always been the one guys leered at. But there is just something about Emma that makes my loins purr, and that feeling has only intensified as the years have passed.
Emma has a demeanor that could be construed as standoffish. I see how some people might think that. But she is never that way with me. Maybe it's down to the length of time I've known her, or perhaps it's because of the little soft spot for me that I like to imagine she has.
I've whacked off thinking about Emma for years. I've even fucked my wife imagining it was her sister. I know, I know, I'm an asshole.
Then three years ago our world changed, and my desire for Emma intensified five fold.
Emma has always been my ultimate fantasy. But I fear if I act on my urges with her it would be a line crossed in Laura eyes. So instead, I focus on living out my fantasies with Jean, the next best thing in my warped brain.
I'm addicted to Jean at this point, and I think Laura knows it. If I step into the abyss and take the ultimate prize in Emma, then that really is going into the unknown.
However, every time I see Emma, my resolve to stay away from her diminishes a tiny fraction. In a world where I can screw just about anyone, at any time, why do I obsess over her? Do I have a death wish for my marriage?
In the world we live in now, there is a big difference between sticking your dick into a random woman on the way to work, and banging your wife's sister. I can sense that I am already pushing Laura's tolerance with how often I use Jean, and she is only my work colleague.
My love for Laura is unparalleled, she is my sole mate, best friend, and the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen. But there is something inside me that craves the forbidden. The one I can't have.
Maybe it's boredom after being married for so long. Whatever the reason is, I'm not sure if I can keep away from Emma forever.
Emma and Jack live in a particularly nice neighborhood, definitely out of our price bracket. I park on the peaceful, leafy street in front of their house. They have a big drive but only one car there at the moment, Jack must not be home from work yet.
I knock gently instead of ringing the bell, just in case any of the kids are asleep. The door opens a few seconds later, and when I see Emma standing there holding a washcloth in one hand, my heart quickens.
"Hey Tom, c'mon in," Emma says, leaning in for a hug.
She throws her free hand over my shoulder, her hand holding the cloth held out to the side, then pulls me in close. Her face touches against the side of my neck, and the subtle smell of her expensive perfume is divine.
Emma turns to walk back towards the kitchen, so I close the door behind me and follow her. My eyes lock straight on to her ass, of course, fucking horn dog that I am. She's wearing black yoga pants if you were wondering! With her loose fitting blue sports top covering the top half of her butt.
"Jack just called, he's working late, but should be home by 8.30pm," Emma says. "The kids are all in bed, so it gives me a chance to get some housework done."
It's 7.30pm now. I left work at 6.30, but traffic was bad so my commute took longer than normal.
"No worries Em, I'll catch up with him at the weekend," I say. "Hopefully the heavy traffic will have cleared by the time he leaves. I got stuck in it this evening."
"That sucks Tom. I was wondering why you're so late. Laura texted me earlier saying you would call by. I thought maybe you had forgotten," she says.
We chat for a while about the usual stuff like the kids and the weather, as Emma busies herself in the kitchen. She is mainly cleaning up after a day of three kids making a mess. It's nice viewing for me, and I sneak peeks of her body whenever she bends down to tidy up toys, clean food spills, and empty the dishwasher.
I'm sitting on a high stool at the island countertop in their kitchen, sipping the coffee Emma made for me, just enjoying looking at her do the housework. She is chatting to me so freely it's refreshing. I think the only other people she is this relaxed around are Laura and Jack.
Emma is telling me a story about something one of the kids did earlier in the day. I'm only half listening - the other half of my mind is imagining pressing her up against the wall and just be done with it, to hell with the consequences.
I'm snapped out of my trance when Emma puts the cooking dish down in front of me on the marble counter I'm leaning on, and it makes that loud sound things like that always make when you put them on a hard surface. She turns and walks over to the kitchen sink.
"Thanks Emma," I say. Then I stand to walk over with my empty cup to put it in the dishwasher beside where she is standing.
It's only when I stand up I realize how hard I am. I knew I was a little aroused, I always am when I'm around her. It's not easy covering up a cock my size. Even more awkward now as I'm still in my suit from work, and the material is doing nothing to help me hide my problem.
Emma has her back to me as she leans over the sink. That fucking ass again! I can't stop myself from looking. Before I know it, I'm standing right behind her. I can smell the perfume again I'm so close.
My erection is pointing straight out now, so hard it's painful. My brain can't take this, the level of willpower I need is not humanly possible.
Fuck it. I take another step forward, and rest my cock that's still tenting my pants in her thigh gap. Just the tip. She freezes.
Shit, what have I done. I'm waiting for a scream, or a slap, or worse.
Nothing happens. Thirty seconds pass, and still neither of us move. Emma was hand washing some of the kids cups and plates, I can see that now over her shoulder. How the fuck did I get myself into this position. Letting my penis do the thinking I suppose.
I can feel the pulse in my cock, Emma must be able to feel it too. What is going through her mind?
This is such a surreal moment for me. One part of me wants to pull my prick back from where it's currently nestled, and run out of the house as fast as I can. But the other half is thinking, we've come this far and we're still alive. Let's see what happens. It's there for you to have, just take it.
The latter wins. I wait another twenty or thirty seconds, I think. Time has frozen for me. Then I press forward ever so slightly. I can hear her shallow breaths now. There is a tremble to her breathing I've never heard from her before. Is she excited? Afraid? Surely not afraid, of me.
I push forward once more, then...
"Stop this...," Emma whispers, her breathing ragged.
She is about to say something else but there isn't enough time. I hear a car pull into the drive and headlights shine into the house through the glass beside the front door. Jack's home. I pull back from Emma quick as a flash and get back to where I was sitting before I hear his key enter the door. Emma has resumed washing the kids stuff as if nothing happened. Am I here an hour already? How did that go so fast?
"Hi honey, Tom's here," Emma calls out as the door opens.
Tom's here alright, and I can't even fucking stand up from the countertop that I'm hiding my boner behind. I'm like a fucking horny teenager, for Christ's sake.
Jack has probably fucked several other women already today, and he would assume I have too. He knows the drill. But I'm not so sure how he would feel about me sitting in his kitchen with a boner looking at his wife, my sister-in-law.
"Tom, I just called you on my way home. You must have missed it," Jack says.
"Shit, sorry. I left my phone in the car," I said.
"No worries man. I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over on Friday night to watch the game on TV," he says.
Emma looks at me sideways. Shit, I really hope I haven't fucked everything up.
"Sounds good Jack, around 8pm?" I ask.
"Perfect. Bring Laura too," Jack said.
My dick is soft again so I stand to leave. Emma walks after me to the door.
"See you Friday," she said, and gives me her usual hug goodbye. Then closes the door behind me.
I can't decide if I'm excited or terrified about Friday night.
All that's going through my mind is...she didn't pull away.
When I get home Laura is in the kitchen on her own.
"Where are the kids?" I ask.
"Ben is over at a friend's house, and Claire is upstairs in her room. Why?" she says.
I don't bother answering. I take hold of her arm, guide her to the kitchen sink, and turn her around facing away from me. She is wearing yoga pants too! White ones.
I pull them down, and her thong. Then as I stand behind her I drop my suit pants and boxers down to my ankles, letting my rock hard pole spring free.
I don't wait another second before shoving it into her cunt, hard.
Laura's top is short enough that her sexy back dimples just above her ass are on show, one of my favorite parts of her body.
I grip her tightly by her hips and fuck her like a jackhammer. My thighs ram against her firm, tanned ass, making that unmistakable slapping sex noise we all know and love.
I was planning on pretending she was Emma, so turned on that I was from the 'events' earlier. But Laura is just so hot, it's impossible to think of anyone else right now.
She is grunting pretty loud, but probably not loud enough for Claire to hear.
Laura suddenly starts cumming, releasing a flood of her pussy juice onto my cock and down my legs. She is holding onto the taps in the sink as tight as she can.
I grab a handful of her white hair with my right hand, and yank her head back, then I slide my left hand from her hip, up her side and under her white training top, groping her left tit in my palm. Her skin the whole way up her body is so soft and flawless.
"Here it comes," I let her know, then I erupt deep into her pussy until I'm totally and utterly drained.
Laura leans back, turning her head so her face is over her shoulder, my cock still hard and inside her, and kisses me passionately, exploring my mouth with her tongue.
I pull my eight inches out and step back. What a fucking sight. The woman is a goddess.
I take off my shoes and pants, and walk upstairs to take a shower, naked from the waist down.
I'm drying myself off in our bedroom, the door open, when I hear Laura answer her phone.
"Sure, come over now though. I'm going to bed soon, I need a good night's sleep," she says.
I'm curious who that was, but I don't need to wait long to find out. Less than five minutes later there is a gentle knock on the door. I walk over to the landing, where I can see down into the kitchen.
A young man walks in when Laura opens the door. I notice she is still just wearing her top, with my cum dripping from her pussy, making her lips shine. Some has even ran down her legs.
When he turns around, I see that he's one of Ben's old school friends, Max. He's 19, same age as Ben. He lives pretty close by, so was always around here when they were young. They are still close friends and hang out all the time.
"Thanks for letting me come over," he stammers. "I can't stop thinking about you since Monday. That blowjob in the car was the best thing that's ever happened to me. Thanks again for the ride home from work."
"Ahh sweetie, you come over anytime. You're always welcome here. Tom just dumped his cum in me, and he makes such a mess. Do you mind? Or do you want me to suck you instead?" Laura says.
"Nah, I don't mind sloppy seconds. But would you mind sucking me for a minute first anyway?" Max asks.
"Of course honey, take off those shorts and sit down over there," my wife says, directing the 19 year old to a seat that gives me a much better view of what's going on.
Max strips off all his clothes, stumbling with the socks, and sits down fully naked on my recliner. Laura kneels down in front of him, pushing his legs apart so she can scoot closer. Then she swallows his cock to the base in one motion. He has a decent sized dick, maybe around 5 and a half inches, 6 tops, but not that thick. No problem for Laura, she is a master at taking my monster cock daily.
"Oh my God, I can't believe Ben's mom is sucking my dick," the poor guy says.
Laura just smiles up at him, his cock still in her mouth, then effortlessly takes him into her throat again.
"I've jerked off thinking about you for years," he goes on.
Laura moves down to his balls, licking them, and then takes them both into her mouth. She keeps stroking him as she does this.
Max must think he's dreaming, having a woman like Laura go down on him like this.
"Can we do it now," he says suddenly, "I don't want to come before I get to have sex with you."
Laura smiles kindly at him, and sits up straight with her bare ass on her heels.
"Whatever you want sweetheart. Would you like me to go on top, if you're a bit nervous," she says, picking up on the shake in Max's voice.
"Yeah. Sorry, yes please. Can you take off the rest of your clothes too? I really want to see your boobs," he says.
Laura stands up and lifts her top up over her head. Then she reaches behind her back, unclasps her bra, then gives Max a wink before letting it drop to the floor at his feet. What a sight. She has the tits of a 20 year old, not even a hint of sag.
Max has his right hand on his dick, slowly working it up and down as he stares at my wife. The guy can't believe how lucky he is. Laura is pornstar material.
As she is about to mount our son's friend, Laura looks over to the stairwell and catches me looking down at them. She gives me the most subtle smile, then continues with the show.
I'm standing on the landing, out of Max's view, but Laura can clearly see me wearing just a towel, with my erection lifting up the material in front.
She puts her right knee outside Max's left hip on the recliner, holds onto his shoulders and lifts her left leg over his legs and cock, and down to rest outside his right hip.
Before lowering down on his cock waiting for her, she sticks a finger up her vagina, then brings it to her mouth as she looks into my eyes. She's silently telling me she is tasting my cum that's still inside her. Fuck.
Then she sits down and Max's prick disappears up her pussy. Laura rides him slow at first, but gradually speeds up, her hands holding onto his shoulders for balance.
She decides to give him the full treatment, and starts gyrating her hips in a twerking/grinding movement as she continues to ride his cock. You know that thing only some women seem to be able to do properly. Laura is a fucking expert at it. The poor kid won't last much longer now she has started that.
Max had been holding Laura by the waist, giving her tits the odd squeeze, but now he grabs her perfect ass roughly and cries out as he shoots his load in with mine.
Before dismounting, Laura holds his face and gives him an unforgettable kiss, making out with him for at least two minutes. His mind must be blown.
I've held back long enough.
"Hey Max, long time no see," I say as I descend the stairs and walk into the living room, completely naked. Cock swinging between my legs, semi hard.
"Shit, I-I-I-I'm sorry," he says quickly, and tries to push Laura off.
Laura doesn't move. Instead I can see she is trying to hold back a smile.
"Relax Max, I hope you enjoyed fucking my wife," I say. "Some piece of ass, isn't she?"
"Eh, I g-g-guess so," he replies.
"How is college going?" I say, continuing with the casual conversation, making the poor kid squirm.
"Eh..." he mumbles, trying to think of something to say.
"You don't mind if I use Laura too. No need to get up dear," I say to my wife, as I move around to the front of the recliner, standing behind her now. She is still on top of Max, and now that I'm behind her I can see that his cock is still inside her.
"I'm so sorry," Max repeats, but I interrupt him before he can go on.
"No need to apologize Max. But I am going to need you to pull out of her for a minute. Stay sitting where you are though."
He pulls his cock out, making way for me. A sizable amount of semen falls out of Laura when he does this, but I have a great view of her pussy and can see it is still very sloppy. Max is going soft rapidly. I'm the direct opposite. Seconds later and I'm as hard as iron.
I squat down behind Laura, then move in between Max's knees - he pushes them further apart to make as much room for me as possible. I rest the tip of my massive boner at the entrance to her swollen fuck hole, and slowly glide it in. She is full to the brim with cum.
"Shhhit," she groans.
My cock is easily twice as thick as Max's, so the contrast for Laura may be taking her a second to adjust. But really she is probably just putting on a little show for our guest. I've been fucking her brains out with this thing for over twenty years.
I start fucking her slowly from behind, with Max sitting underneath her. She's already taken two loads of cum up her twat this evening, and I can tell. The whole situation is turning me on so much, and it was completely unplanned.
After a few minutes fucking like this, Max seems to be relaxing a bit. Since I surprised them a few minutes ago, he had moved his hands away from Laura and kept them on the recliner armrests. But now he has moved them back to her thighs, and is softly tracing circles on her skin, caressing her perfect legs.
I have my hands on her waist, and am enjoying feeling her ass occasionally too. I lean over to the side, and I can see that Max has lifted his head up a bit and has taken her right nipple into his mouth.
My heavy balls are slapping against Laura's bald mound with every one of my thrusts. Suddenly I feel something rub against my sack, and also the underside of my shaft. I look down and see that Max is hard again. I was pushing Laura's body down on top of him, so once he got hard, there was nothing he could do - it had nowhere else to go.
"You want to join me in her pussy," I ask him. I stop fucking her, but keep my cock inside.
"No, I'm fine," he says quietly, and closes his eyes, obviously wishing his erection away.
"It's OK Max, I'll stay still, you just push your cock in beside mine. Laura will be able to take it, won't you honey?"
"Yes, I'll take it," she gasps, biting her bottom lip and keeping her eyes closed.
He hesitates for a few seconds, but then Max reaches his hand down between him and Laura, and guides the tip of his cock towards the front of her hole.
I'm buried balls deep in Laura, holding still, when I feel the head of his cock push against the base of my shaft. Then he lifts his ass up and gently pushes the tip inside. The tightness is intense now.
All three of us stay still for a few seconds, the only sound we can hear is Laura's breathing. Max pushes in further, and keeps going until his balls rest against mine.
"Oh holy fucking fuck, I've never been this full," Laura groans. "Please go easy on me."
It's so tight, we wait for her hole to adjust, then when it feels like she's ready, we start fucking her very slowly, at first. But she seems to adjust to the extra girth quickly. It's Laura who initiates the pace to speed up by humping back against our cocks.
Max and I take that as a sign to go to town on her. I start really ramming her. Some strokes, Max and I are in sync, then we lose our rhythm and he pushes in while I pull out. But it's all good. Laura is taking it like a champ.
The feeling of another cock being pressed up tight up against mine while squeezing into the same pussy is different, but pretty good. The fact it's inside my wife is mind blowing.
I pull her head back by her hair, and I see Max grab her by the throat - the little shit is making himself at home!
This extra roughness tips Laura over the edge and she cums hard, soaking both of us, but mainly Max and the recliner (thank God it's leather).
Max shoots his load a few seconds later, and then I unload in her too. Laura is like a crazed animal at this point. She drops down on her knees and sucks both cocks clean, swallowing as much cum as she can find. Then she reaches down to her snatch, catches a big glob that was hanging from her pussy lips, and smears it all over her gorgeous tits.
This has turned into one of the best nights of my life. Laura has never been double penetrated before, and it's been a first for me too. But probably safe to say it won't be the last time for either of us.
Max left very sheepishly soon after, and then Laura and I took a shower together. There was lots of groping and kissing in the shower, but no more sex. I was completely spent, and Laura said she was a too sore.
Both of us climbed into bed naked, and Laura fell asleep within seconds. But my mind was racing. I was thinking about my earlier encounter with Emma. I have no idea what she is going to do. Will she tell Laura, and ruin everything? Or Jack?
I guess we will just have to wait and see.
It's Thursday morning, and my alarm wakes me at 6am. I knock my phone off the bedside locker in my scramble to turn it off.
Laura stirs, but pulls the sheet up higher on her naked body and rolls onto her side away from me.
"Just a few minutes more," she says, trailing off at the end as she drifts back to sleep.
She has taken all the sheets, as usual, with most of the material on the ground on her side of the bed. This leaves me lying there completely naked, my morning wood standing proudly.
Even though she has hogged the sheets, Laura's back is almost fully exposed, as well as the top half of her ass. I stare at her ass crack, and want nothing more than to roll onto my side, push my cock between those two ass cheeks, and spend the next hour enjoying my wife before I leave for work.
But I can't. Ben will be waiting for me downstairs, eager to hit the pavement for our running session.
So I force myself to stand up, my erection subsiding as I dress for the workout. I use our en suite to brush my teeth and take a piss, then one final glance over at Laura on my way out of the room.
Ben is up and ready to go as I expected.
"Morning Dad, so I was thinking we make the most of the next six weeks and plan our sessions. We don't have much time to prepare," he says, straight into training mode.
Six weeks seems like ages to me, even if Ben doesn't seem to think so. Maybe I've underestimated the challenge. Or overestimate my ability!
"We'll start off slow today, and finish with some stretching," Ben says.
"Sounds good son, you're the boss. I'm just glad I don't have to search online for a training plan," I tell him.
We finish our session at 7am. After doing our last few stretches in the back yard, we walk into the kitchen to find Laura and Claire having breakfast. Laura has cooked enough bacon and eggs for Ben and I, so we join them before showering.
"Ew, you stink Dad," Claire says, holding her nose when I sit down beside her at the kitchen table.
She makes me move down to the next seat, further away from her.
After finishing our food, Ben hits the shower in the master bathroom down the hall. I use the one in the en suite. I'm running a little late for work, and I have to meet a client at 10am. I need to call to the office first to collect one of the junior sales executives, and bring them along for experience.
Laura drops me to the train on her way to the school where she teaches, and I get to the office at 9am. The client's office is only a 15 minute walk from ours, so we have plenty of time.
Jean is busy working when I get to my desk, but I don't have time for my usual with her anyway. I grab the sales material I need to bring, and check which of the junior sales execs are scheduled to accompany me today.
It's Amber. She sits on the same floor as me, down at the end beside the coffee dock with the rest of the junior execs.
I'm just about to walk down and collect her on my way out, when I hear the clip clop sound of high heels approach at breakneck speed. I look up, and see Amber approaching. I'm impressed, she's showing a bit of initiative already.
Amber is dressed to impress, obviously doing everything she can to make sure we hook this client so she can collect her share of the commission. She is an attractive young woman, 22, with wavy brown hair. She has blue eyes and a very pretty face, with dimples in her cheeks when she smiles. I would guess her height to be 5'5" without the heels.
She has a very sexy hour glass figure, which she has emphasized with her tight fitting knee length blue sleeveless dress. It plunges at the front showing off just a hint of cleavage, and it zips at the back from the neck the whole way down to the bottom behind her knees. Her ass looks very appealing, I must say.
We leave together, chatting about the client as we walk to their office. We arrive there at 9.50am, and are shown to the meeting room by one of the receptionists.
"Tom, good to meet face to face at last," the first person to enter the room says to me as he reaches out his hand to shake mine.
"Hi Jeff, great to see you. Thanks for meeting with us this morning," I reply. "This is my colleague Amber."
Jeff holds out his hand for Amber to shake, which she does, with a little curtsy bend of the knee. She's nervous.
"Relax Amber, I'm not the king," Jeff says in a friendly way. "Really nice to meet you. My boss Harry will be here shortly."
The three of us sit and chat informally while we wait for Harry to arrive, which he does a few minutes later. Bang on 10am.
Jeff is in his late 40s, and Harry is at least 70. Harry is the head of operations, and will be the one making the decision to sign with us or not. I've laid the groundwork on numerous video calls with Jeff, but I'm under no illusion, it's Harry we need to win over today.
The pitch goes really well. I did the vast majority of the talking as it was tailored specifically to this client, which I am most familiar with.
Amber's main reason for being here is to learn, but also it gives a better impression when more than one person shows up to a meeting like this. There was a section of the pitch where she took the lead and explained at a high level how our company operates, and general things that we offer all clients.
"Guys, we're really impressed with everything you have shown us today," Harry says. "Jeff has been singing your praises for weeks now, but I wanted to come to today's meeting for my own peace of mind. We're happy to go with you guys. You have a deal."
We all stand up and shake hands again. Amber is ecstatic, and throws her arms around me with a hug. The four of us stay chatting for another few minutes, mostly small talk.
We are about to say our goodbyes and leave when Harry says to Amber,
"Now that the business is out of the way, would you mind taking care of this for me," as he gestures to his crotch. Horny old fucker.
I was wondering which of them would want a piece of her, the way that dress is clinging to her ass has been catching my eye all morning.
The poor girl hesitates, frozen on the spot. I don't blame her. She's in a room surrounded by three men, all old enough to be her father, and one could be her grandfather for god sake. Who could blame her for being intimidated.
"Of course," she answers eventually. "What do you want me to do?"
"You'll figure it out," Harry says as he takes her hand and guides her to a sofa over beside the back wall. His other hand drops to her heart shaped ass as she steps up beside him.
It's one of those fancy office sofas that are really uncomfortable, more for decoration and filling space.
Harry goes to sit down, unbuckling his belt and opening his zipper as he walks. When he gets to the sofa, he turns around, pulls his suit trousers and white underpants down as he sits, and lets them fall to the floor around his ankles. He throws his red tie over his shoulder, but leaves his suit jacket on.
Amber stands in front of him for a few seconds, not sure what she should do next. Then she drops to her knees in between Harry's feet, leans forward and puts her hand on Harry's soft, feeble looking penis.
Harry is grey, and very thin. His frail body is hidden by his suit, but with his pants down he looks even older than my guess of 70.
Amber seems unsure what she should do with a limp dick like this. I can't imagine she has seen very many soft cocks. An ass like hers would give an erection to a snowman.
She gets to work anyway, taking his floppy two inches fully into her mouth, her nose buried into his patch of grey pubes.
I can't help but admire her ass. Jeff is standing beside me looking at it too.
"Feel free to have a look around our office Tom, see if anyone takes your fancy," Jeff says to me.
"Tempted Jeff, but I think I'll just take what's on offer right here," I say, nodding my head towards Amber's rump.
Jeff just smiles back, then absentmindedly rubs his own crotch while staring at the kneeling 22 year old.
I have a good idea what he has in mind, so I decide to get in there first. I unbuckle and open my zipper, then pull my pants and boxers down just enough to take out my cock.
Kneeling down behind her, I take hold of the hem of her dress and slide it up her thighs. Amber looks over her shoulder startled, but smiles when she see's it's me.
The dress is tight, so when I get the narrow end to her hips, I need to use a good bit of force to stretch it over them and up around her waist.
She's wearing a black thong, and it's a fucking beautiful sight. I pull the thong to one side, over her right ass cheek, and expose both of her holes to the room.
I stick my middle finger into her pussy, she's very wet. That'll do nicely. I take my finger out and give it a smell and lick. That sends a jolt to my cock, inflating it to full size.
Before I fuck her, I bend down and lick her slit. She squirms and moans into Harry's lap. She tastes amazing, so fresh.
When I pull back from eating her hairless pussy, Amber seems to anticipate what's coming. She widen her stance on her knees, arches her lower back into a curve, and braces herself by moving one hand to the sofa cushion Harry is sitting on, the other still playing with his balls as she slurps on his dick. I don't think he's hard yet.
I hold my cock around the middle of the fat shaft, and keep a hold on it when I push the tip inside. She is really well lubed with her own juices, and that's a good thing because she's very tight. I push in the first three inches then pull back out, then back in with four.
Amber is adjusting to my large size really quickly, so I speed things up a bit and insert my full length.
"Aaahh, you big fucker," she hisses, "oh my God, that's a fat dick," she whimpers to herself.
I fuck her slowly. Her pussy feels incredible, tight and wet. And so smooth.
I have both hands on her ass, squeezing and mauling it. It feels fantastic. Firm, but with a hint of softness. She definitely works out to keep it like this.
I'm holding her thong with my right thumb, keeping it out of my way as it slam into her fuck hole.
Amber squeezes my cock with her vaginal walls, and that is the final straw, pushing me past the point of no return. Without bothering to give her any warning, I dump my massive load into her, slapping her ass a few times as I shoot my cum deep inside.
When I'm finished, I slide out and stand up, taking a step back. Jeff immediately moves in behind Amber taking my place. He already has his meat out and is stroking it as he kneels down, then enters his full length in one thrust. I have her hole well stretched, and Jeff isn't as big, I caught a glimpse just before he stuck it in. So Amber should be fine.
I clean up using a napkin the receptionist left with the snacks she brought in during our meeting, and try to rearrange my still semi hard dick back into my pants.
Jeff is fucking Amber really hard, when suddenly the door opens and four men in suits walk in. They are having a conversation among themselves, but then they notice what is going on.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to interrupt. We have this meeting room booked, we didn't realize you were still using it," one of the men says.
"Not at all, come on in," Harry calls from the sofa.
The four men don't hesitate for a second, and close the door behind them. I hear a few comments about Amber when they get over the shock and have started talking among themselves again. Then I notice two of them are rubbing their pricks through their pants as they look on. I have a feeling Amber is going to be on her knees for a while yet.
All four have their dicks out and are stroking them a few minutes later. They must be waiting their turn.
Jeff finishes off in Amber's pussy, then moves out of the way making room for the next in line. He's a young guy, early 20s, very muscular. He has an average size cock. He doesn't waste any time, sticking it straight up her pussy, where Jeff and I have deposited our loads.
He fucks her hard and fast, then spurts in under two minutes.
Next up is a bald guy in his mid 50s. He's in pretty good shape, and has a short but very thick cock. He kneels down behind Amber, but before he penetrates her, he reaches up to her neck searching for the dress zipper. He finds it, pulls it down to the hem at the bottom, and opens her dress at the back. Amber shrugs her arms out through the sleeveless holes, and throws the dress on the sofa beside Harry.
She is wearing a black bra, which matches her thong. The bald guy has the thong pulled over her right ass cheek completely, almost ripping it off her. Amber looks very sexy in her underwear.
Baldy is giving it to her hard, but slow, slamming hard thrusts into her every few seconds. He has a hand reached under her body and is groping a tit, still in the bra. A few minutes later and he's cumming in her pussy too.
The third guy is around 30, average cock, he's very tall and good looking. He stays on his feet, squats down and lines his cock up with her ass hole. He tries pushing it in but it must be too tight. So he sticks it into the gooey mess in her pussy, gives her a few humps, then pulls out and tries her ass again. He gets it into her much easier this time, the mix of semen obviously providing enough lubrication.
Amber takes her mouth off Harry's dick, which is hard at last, and lets out a deafening scream.
"FffffUUCK," she roars when he sticks his cock up her ass, then "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" in time with the guy's strokes.
He comes with a huge grunt a couple of minutes later, firing his seed deep into Amber's rectum.
Last up the a fat guy with long greasy hair, maybe late 40s. Tiny cock. He takes her ass too, which is gaping a little from the previous dude. Twenty seconds later and he's firing his load up her butt hole as well.
When nobody else steps up, Amber must assume everyone is finished with her. She stands up, takes off her bra and thong, and mounts old Harry on the sofa, dropping her sodden pussy on his cock.
It's a sexy scene, Amber fully naked, Harry almost fully clothed.
She rides his cock for the next ten minutes. Then he reaches around her back with both hands, pulls her down close into a hug, and licks her face as he starts to cum inside her pussy.
The four guys have fucked off by now, so all that's left in the room are the four of us from our meeting.
When Amber climbs off Harry, the conversation between Jeff, Harry and I carries on as if nothing has just happened. Amber gathers her clothes and starts getting dressed again in front of us, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
We stop off in a cafe for lunch on our way back to the office. Amber uses the washroom as soon as we enter. When she returns we sit opposite each other at a small table. Our faces are close together, and I notice how gorgeous Amber really is.
"I wasn't expecting to get gangbanged today when I woke up this morning," Amber says, then both of us laugh out loud.
"He smelled like piss, that old man," she whispers conspiratorially to me behind her hand, leaning in close. "At the beginning, when I started sucking him first, I thought he would never get it up. I think he liked looking at you fucking me though, that's what made him hard" she says. "I don't blame him, you made me so wet. Your cock is amazing," she adds, looking very shy.
"It's yours, anytime you need it," I say. "I'm a bit obsessed with your ass by the way, it's perfect."
"Well it's yours anytime you need it too," she replies with a smile.
Later that evening, I'm sitting on the recliner in the living room. It's just me and Claire watching TV. She's sitting in the corner of the sofa, the end closest to me, with her legs curled to one side and her feet tucked underneath herself. Laura is doing some late evening shopping at the mall.
We're talking about school, what classes are going well, and which ones she needs to work a bit harder on.
Then the conversation moves on to college, specifically where she hopes to go next year. She tells me her top preference is in the city closest to us, so she really wants to get accepted there, then she can continue to live at home. She is a real home bird.
Claire makes me a tea, and grabs herself an orange juice from the fridge, then sits back down in her spot on the sofa to watch some more TV, but mainly to chat I think.
We're in the middle of talking about the latest book she read when Ben gets home. He was at the gym. He flops down on the sofa beside Claire, looking exhausted.
I doze off to sleep and only wake when Claire says she is going to bed, leaving just me and Ben now.
I chat with Ben about our training at first. Then the conversation moves on to general stuff, like college, where he hopes to get a job, then moving on to stories about his friends. I've always been close with both of the kids, and feel I can talk to them openly. I hope they know that they can come to me with anything too.
Laura has the same sort of relationship with both kids. We're very lucky parents.
"So, have you been seeing anyone since you started college?" I ask.
"I do OK," he says coyly. "I'm just kidding. I have actually started dating someone recently."
"Really, wow. You kept that quiet," I say in surprise.
"Actually, I'm going to ask her over at the weekend?" he says.
"Oh, it must be serious, if you're introducing her to the folks!" I tease.
"Shut up Dad," Ben says, and he throws a cushion at me.
"You're a good kid Ben. I'm sure she's a lovely girl if you like her. I can't wait to meet her," I say.
"How about Saturday?" he asks.
"Perfect, I can spark up the barbecue and do some cooking for a change. 3pm suit?" I say.
"Sounds good Dad, and thanks," Ben says. "I think you'll really like her."
I'm in bed but still awake reading when Laura gets home. I tell her the news about Ben's new girlfriend, and she's excited about meeting her at the weekend.
When she gets into bed naked, I climb on top of her and we have nice slow sex, falling asleep afterwards in each other's arms.
I'm so distracted I almost miss the turn to Emma's house. The reason I brought the car to work today.
Emma is my sister-in-law, my wife Laura's younger sister. Laura asked me to collect a cooking dish from Emma on my way home from work, as I would be passing her house.
Emma has three young kids, all under the age of 6, her youngest being just 9 months.
At 36, Emma is three years younger than Laura. I have known Emma since she was a teenager, when her sister and I first started dating. She and I always got on really well, and I have seen her grow into the wonderful woman and mother she is today.
If truth be told, I have grown quiet attracted to Emma throughout that time also. The thrill of the forbidden is most likely the root of my desire towards my sister-in-law. But nothing could ever have happened between us for obvious reasons.
However, I have a suspicion that Emma may quietly repress her own little bit of lust towards me also. It's nothing she has ever said or done, just a feeling I get when I'm around her. Maybe that's just wishful thinking by me, giving myself an ego boost.
Emma is a very attractive woman, and totally different to her sister. She is 5'6" so taller than Laura, and has kept her natural dark brown hair. Laura is more tanned, while Emma has a paler complexion with higher cheek bones.
She is not as sculpted and toned as Laura. The signs of having had three kids recently are evident, and she is still in the process of losing the last of her baby weight.
But she has managed to keep her statuesque posture and grace. She also dresses more modestly than my wife. The words 'prim and proper' spring to mind when thinking about Emma.
My wife Laura on the other hand, is pure sex on legs. She has bleach blonde hair, almost white in color, dresses a little slutty with her legs and tits on show most of the time. Her teeth are perfectly white, and she has regular manicures and pedicures.
Side by side, Laura is the clear winner. She has always been the one guys leered at. But there is just something about Emma that makes my loins purr, and that feeling has only intensified as the years have passed.
Emma has a demeanor that could be construed as standoffish. I see how some people might think that. But she is never that way with me. Maybe it's down to the length of time I've known her, or perhaps it's because of the little soft spot for me that I like to imagine she has.
I've whacked off thinking about Emma for years. I've even fucked my wife imagining it was her sister. I know, I know, I'm an asshole.
Then three years ago our world changed, and my desire for Emma intensified five fold.
Emma has always been my ultimate fantasy. But I fear if I act on my urges with her it would be a line crossed in Laura eyes. So instead, I focus on living out my fantasies with Jean, the next best thing in my warped brain.
I'm addicted to Jean at this point, and I think Laura knows it. If I step into the abyss and take the ultimate prize in Emma, then that really is going into the unknown.
However, every time I see Emma, my resolve to stay away from her diminishes a tiny fraction. In a world where I can screw just about anyone, at any time, why do I obsess over her? Do I have a death wish for my marriage?
In the world we live in now, there is a big difference between sticking your dick into a random woman on the way to work, and banging your wife's sister. I can sense that I am already pushing Laura's tolerance with how often I use Jean, and she is only my work colleague.
My love for Laura is unparalleled, she is my sole mate, best friend, and the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen. But there is something inside me that craves the forbidden. The one I can't have.
Maybe it's boredom after being married for so long. Whatever the reason is, I'm not sure if I can keep away from Emma forever.
Emma and Jack live in a particularly nice neighborhood, definitely out of our price bracket. I park on the peaceful, leafy street in front of their house. They have a big drive but only one car there at the moment, Jack must not be home from work yet.
I knock gently instead of ringing the bell, just in case any of the kids are asleep. The door opens a few seconds later, and when I see Emma standing there holding a washcloth in one hand, my heart quickens.
"Hey Tom, c'mon in," Emma says, leaning in for a hug.
She throws her free hand over my shoulder, her hand holding the cloth held out to the side, then pulls me in close. Her face touches against the side of my neck, and the subtle smell of her expensive perfume is divine.
Emma turns to walk back towards the kitchen, so I close the door behind me and follow her. My eyes lock straight on to her ass, of course, fucking horn dog that I am. She's wearing black yoga pants if you were wondering! With her loose fitting blue sports top covering the top half of her butt.
"Jack just called, he's working late, but should be home by 8.30pm," Emma says. "The kids are all in bed, so it gives me a chance to get some housework done."
It's 7.30pm now. I left work at 6.30, but traffic was bad so my commute took longer than normal.
"No worries Em, I'll catch up with him at the weekend," I say. "Hopefully the heavy traffic will have cleared by the time he leaves. I got stuck in it this evening."
"That sucks Tom. I was wondering why you're so late. Laura texted me earlier saying you would call by. I thought maybe you had forgotten," she says.
We chat for a while about the usual stuff like the kids and the weather, as Emma busies herself in the kitchen. She is mainly cleaning up after a day of three kids making a mess. It's nice viewing for me, and I sneak peeks of her body whenever she bends down to tidy up toys, clean food spills, and empty the dishwasher.
I'm sitting on a high stool at the island countertop in their kitchen, sipping the coffee Emma made for me, just enjoying looking at her do the housework. She is chatting to me so freely it's refreshing. I think the only other people she is this relaxed around are Laura and Jack.
Emma is telling me a story about something one of the kids did earlier in the day. I'm only half listening - the other half of my mind is imagining pressing her up against the wall and just be done with it, to hell with the consequences.
I'm snapped out of my trance when Emma puts the cooking dish down in front of me on the marble counter I'm leaning on, and it makes that loud sound things like that always make when you put them on a hard surface. She turns and walks over to the kitchen sink.
"Thanks Emma," I say. Then I stand to walk over with my empty cup to put it in the dishwasher beside where she is standing.
It's only when I stand up I realize how hard I am. I knew I was a little aroused, I always am when I'm around her. It's not easy covering up a cock my size. Even more awkward now as I'm still in my suit from work, and the material is doing nothing to help me hide my problem.
Emma has her back to me as she leans over the sink. That fucking ass again! I can't stop myself from looking. Before I know it, I'm standing right behind her. I can smell the perfume again I'm so close.
My erection is pointing straight out now, so hard it's painful. My brain can't take this, the level of willpower I need is not humanly possible.
Fuck it. I take another step forward, and rest my cock that's still tenting my pants in her thigh gap. Just the tip. She freezes.
Shit, what have I done. I'm waiting for a scream, or a slap, or worse.
Nothing happens. Thirty seconds pass, and still neither of us move. Emma was hand washing some of the kids cups and plates, I can see that now over her shoulder. How the fuck did I get myself into this position. Letting my penis do the thinking I suppose.
I can feel the pulse in my cock, Emma must be able to feel it too. What is going through her mind?
This is such a surreal moment for me. One part of me wants to pull my prick back from where it's currently nestled, and run out of the house as fast as I can. But the other half is thinking, we've come this far and we're still alive. Let's see what happens. It's there for you to have, just take it.
The latter wins. I wait another twenty or thirty seconds, I think. Time has frozen for me. Then I press forward ever so slightly. I can hear her shallow breaths now. There is a tremble to her breathing I've never heard from her before. Is she excited? Afraid? Surely not afraid, of me.
I push forward once more, then...
"Stop this...," Emma whispers, her breathing ragged.
She is about to say something else but there isn't enough time. I hear a car pull into the drive and headlights shine into the house through the glass beside the front door. Jack's home. I pull back from Emma quick as a flash and get back to where I was sitting before I hear his key enter the door. Emma has resumed washing the kids stuff as if nothing happened. Am I here an hour already? How did that go so fast?
"Hi honey, Tom's here," Emma calls out as the door opens.
Tom's here alright, and I can't even fucking stand up from the countertop that I'm hiding my boner behind. I'm like a fucking horny teenager, for Christ's sake.
Jack has probably fucked several other women already today, and he would assume I have too. He knows the drill. But I'm not so sure how he would feel about me sitting in his kitchen with a boner looking at his wife, my sister-in-law.
"Tom, I just called you on my way home. You must have missed it," Jack says.
"Shit, sorry. I left my phone in the car," I said.
"No worries man. I was just calling to see if you wanted to come over on Friday night to watch the game on TV," he says.
Emma looks at me sideways. Shit, I really hope I haven't fucked everything up.
"Sounds good Jack, around 8pm?" I ask.
"Perfect. Bring Laura too," Jack said.
My dick is soft again so I stand to leave. Emma walks after me to the door.
"See you Friday," she said, and gives me her usual hug goodbye. Then closes the door behind me.
I can't decide if I'm excited or terrified about Friday night.
All that's going through my mind is...she didn't pull away.
When I get home Laura is in the kitchen on her own.
"Where are the kids?" I ask.
"Ben is over at a friend's house, and Claire is upstairs in her room. Why?" she says.
I don't bother answering. I take hold of her arm, guide her to the kitchen sink, and turn her around facing away from me. She is wearing yoga pants too! White ones.
I pull them down, and her thong. Then as I stand behind her I drop my suit pants and boxers down to my ankles, letting my rock hard pole spring free.
I don't wait another second before shoving it into her cunt, hard.
Laura's top is short enough that her sexy back dimples just above her ass are on show, one of my favorite parts of her body.
I grip her tightly by her hips and fuck her like a jackhammer. My thighs ram against her firm, tanned ass, making that unmistakable slapping sex noise we all know and love.
I was planning on pretending she was Emma, so turned on that I was from the 'events' earlier. But Laura is just so hot, it's impossible to think of anyone else right now.
She is grunting pretty loud, but probably not loud enough for Claire to hear.
Laura suddenly starts cumming, releasing a flood of her pussy juice onto my cock and down my legs. She is holding onto the taps in the sink as tight as she can.
I grab a handful of her white hair with my right hand, and yank her head back, then I slide my left hand from her hip, up her side and under her white training top, groping her left tit in my palm. Her skin the whole way up her body is so soft and flawless.
"Here it comes," I let her know, then I erupt deep into her pussy until I'm totally and utterly drained.
Laura leans back, turning her head so her face is over her shoulder, my cock still hard and inside her, and kisses me passionately, exploring my mouth with her tongue.
I pull my eight inches out and step back. What a fucking sight. The woman is a goddess.
I take off my shoes and pants, and walk upstairs to take a shower, naked from the waist down.
I'm drying myself off in our bedroom, the door open, when I hear Laura answer her phone.
"Sure, come over now though. I'm going to bed soon, I need a good night's sleep," she says.
I'm curious who that was, but I don't need to wait long to find out. Less than five minutes later there is a gentle knock on the door. I walk over to the landing, where I can see down into the kitchen.
A young man walks in when Laura opens the door. I notice she is still just wearing her top, with my cum dripping from her pussy, making her lips shine. Some has even ran down her legs.
When he turns around, I see that he's one of Ben's old school friends, Max. He's 19, same age as Ben. He lives pretty close by, so was always around here when they were young. They are still close friends and hang out all the time.
"Thanks for letting me come over," he stammers. "I can't stop thinking about you since Monday. That blowjob in the car was the best thing that's ever happened to me. Thanks again for the ride home from work."
"Ahh sweetie, you come over anytime. You're always welcome here. Tom just dumped his cum in me, and he makes such a mess. Do you mind? Or do you want me to suck you instead?" Laura says.
"Nah, I don't mind sloppy seconds. But would you mind sucking me for a minute first anyway?" Max asks.
"Of course honey, take off those shorts and sit down over there," my wife says, directing the 19 year old to a seat that gives me a much better view of what's going on.
Max strips off all his clothes, stumbling with the socks, and sits down fully naked on my recliner. Laura kneels down in front of him, pushing his legs apart so she can scoot closer. Then she swallows his cock to the base in one motion. He has a decent sized dick, maybe around 5 and a half inches, 6 tops, but not that thick. No problem for Laura, she is a master at taking my monster cock daily.
"Oh my God, I can't believe Ben's mom is sucking my dick," the poor guy says.
Laura just smiles up at him, his cock still in her mouth, then effortlessly takes him into her throat again.
"I've jerked off thinking about you for years," he goes on.
Laura moves down to his balls, licking them, and then takes them both into her mouth. She keeps stroking him as she does this.
Max must think he's dreaming, having a woman like Laura go down on him like this.
"Can we do it now," he says suddenly, "I don't want to come before I get to have sex with you."
Laura smiles kindly at him, and sits up straight with her bare ass on her heels.
"Whatever you want sweetheart. Would you like me to go on top, if you're a bit nervous," she says, picking up on the shake in Max's voice.
"Yeah. Sorry, yes please. Can you take off the rest of your clothes too? I really want to see your boobs," he says.
Laura stands up and lifts her top up over her head. Then she reaches behind her back, unclasps her bra, then gives Max a wink before letting it drop to the floor at his feet. What a sight. She has the tits of a 20 year old, not even a hint of sag.
Max has his right hand on his dick, slowly working it up and down as he stares at my wife. The guy can't believe how lucky he is. Laura is pornstar material.
As she is about to mount our son's friend, Laura looks over to the stairwell and catches me looking down at them. She gives me the most subtle smile, then continues with the show.
I'm standing on the landing, out of Max's view, but Laura can clearly see me wearing just a towel, with my erection lifting up the material in front.
She puts her right knee outside Max's left hip on the recliner, holds onto his shoulders and lifts her left leg over his legs and cock, and down to rest outside his right hip.
Before lowering down on his cock waiting for her, she sticks a finger up her vagina, then brings it to her mouth as she looks into my eyes. She's silently telling me she is tasting my cum that's still inside her. Fuck.
Then she sits down and Max's prick disappears up her pussy. Laura rides him slow at first, but gradually speeds up, her hands holding onto his shoulders for balance.
She decides to give him the full treatment, and starts gyrating her hips in a twerking/grinding movement as she continues to ride his cock. You know that thing only some women seem to be able to do properly. Laura is a fucking expert at it. The poor kid won't last much longer now she has started that.
Max had been holding Laura by the waist, giving her tits the odd squeeze, but now he grabs her perfect ass roughly and cries out as he shoots his load in with mine.
Before dismounting, Laura holds his face and gives him an unforgettable kiss, making out with him for at least two minutes. His mind must be blown.
I've held back long enough.
"Hey Max, long time no see," I say as I descend the stairs and walk into the living room, completely naked. Cock swinging between my legs, semi hard.
"Shit, I-I-I-I'm sorry," he says quickly, and tries to push Laura off.
Laura doesn't move. Instead I can see she is trying to hold back a smile.
"Relax Max, I hope you enjoyed fucking my wife," I say. "Some piece of ass, isn't she?"
"Eh, I g-g-guess so," he replies.
"How is college going?" I say, continuing with the casual conversation, making the poor kid squirm.
"Eh..." he mumbles, trying to think of something to say.
"You don't mind if I use Laura too. No need to get up dear," I say to my wife, as I move around to the front of the recliner, standing behind her now. She is still on top of Max, and now that I'm behind her I can see that his cock is still inside her.
"I'm so sorry," Max repeats, but I interrupt him before he can go on.
"No need to apologize Max. But I am going to need you to pull out of her for a minute. Stay sitting where you are though."
He pulls his cock out, making way for me. A sizable amount of semen falls out of Laura when he does this, but I have a great view of her pussy and can see it is still very sloppy. Max is going soft rapidly. I'm the direct opposite. Seconds later and I'm as hard as iron.
I squat down behind Laura, then move in between Max's knees - he pushes them further apart to make as much room for me as possible. I rest the tip of my massive boner at the entrance to her swollen fuck hole, and slowly glide it in. She is full to the brim with cum.
"Shhhit," she groans.
My cock is easily twice as thick as Max's, so the contrast for Laura may be taking her a second to adjust. But really she is probably just putting on a little show for our guest. I've been fucking her brains out with this thing for over twenty years.
I start fucking her slowly from behind, with Max sitting underneath her. She's already taken two loads of cum up her twat this evening, and I can tell. The whole situation is turning me on so much, and it was completely unplanned.
After a few minutes fucking like this, Max seems to be relaxing a bit. Since I surprised them a few minutes ago, he had moved his hands away from Laura and kept them on the recliner armrests. But now he has moved them back to her thighs, and is softly tracing circles on her skin, caressing her perfect legs.
I have my hands on her waist, and am enjoying feeling her ass occasionally too. I lean over to the side, and I can see that Max has lifted his head up a bit and has taken her right nipple into his mouth.
My heavy balls are slapping against Laura's bald mound with every one of my thrusts. Suddenly I feel something rub against my sack, and also the underside of my shaft. I look down and see that Max is hard again. I was pushing Laura's body down on top of him, so once he got hard, there was nothing he could do - it had nowhere else to go.
"You want to join me in her pussy," I ask him. I stop fucking her, but keep my cock inside.
"No, I'm fine," he says quietly, and closes his eyes, obviously wishing his erection away.
"It's OK Max, I'll stay still, you just push your cock in beside mine. Laura will be able to take it, won't you honey?"
"Yes, I'll take it," she gasps, biting her bottom lip and keeping her eyes closed.
He hesitates for a few seconds, but then Max reaches his hand down between him and Laura, and guides the tip of his cock towards the front of her hole.
I'm buried balls deep in Laura, holding still, when I feel the head of his cock push against the base of my shaft. Then he lifts his ass up and gently pushes the tip inside. The tightness is intense now.
All three of us stay still for a few seconds, the only sound we can hear is Laura's breathing. Max pushes in further, and keeps going until his balls rest against mine.
"Oh holy fucking fuck, I've never been this full," Laura groans. "Please go easy on me."
It's so tight, we wait for her hole to adjust, then when it feels like she's ready, we start fucking her very slowly, at first. But she seems to adjust to the extra girth quickly. It's Laura who initiates the pace to speed up by humping back against our cocks.
Max and I take that as a sign to go to town on her. I start really ramming her. Some strokes, Max and I are in sync, then we lose our rhythm and he pushes in while I pull out. But it's all good. Laura is taking it like a champ.
The feeling of another cock being pressed up tight up against mine while squeezing into the same pussy is different, but pretty good. The fact it's inside my wife is mind blowing.
I pull her head back by her hair, and I see Max grab her by the throat - the little shit is making himself at home!
This extra roughness tips Laura over the edge and she cums hard, soaking both of us, but mainly Max and the recliner (thank God it's leather).
Max shoots his load a few seconds later, and then I unload in her too. Laura is like a crazed animal at this point. She drops down on her knees and sucks both cocks clean, swallowing as much cum as she can find. Then she reaches down to her snatch, catches a big glob that was hanging from her pussy lips, and smears it all over her gorgeous tits.
This has turned into one of the best nights of my life. Laura has never been double penetrated before, and it's been a first for me too. But probably safe to say it won't be the last time for either of us.
Max left very sheepishly soon after, and then Laura and I took a shower together. There was lots of groping and kissing in the shower, but no more sex. I was completely spent, and Laura said she was a too sore.
Both of us climbed into bed naked, and Laura fell asleep within seconds. But my mind was racing. I was thinking about my earlier encounter with Emma. I have no idea what she is going to do. Will she tell Laura, and ruin everything? Or Jack?
I guess we will just have to wait and see.
It's Thursday morning, and my alarm wakes me at 6am. I knock my phone off the bedside locker in my scramble to turn it off.
Laura stirs, but pulls the sheet up higher on her naked body and rolls onto her side away from me.
"Just a few minutes more," she says, trailing off at the end as she drifts back to sleep.
She has taken all the sheets, as usual, with most of the material on the ground on her side of the bed. This leaves me lying there completely naked, my morning wood standing proudly.
Even though she has hogged the sheets, Laura's back is almost fully exposed, as well as the top half of her ass. I stare at her ass crack, and want nothing more than to roll onto my side, push my cock between those two ass cheeks, and spend the next hour enjoying my wife before I leave for work.
But I can't. Ben will be waiting for me downstairs, eager to hit the pavement for our running session.
So I force myself to stand up, my erection subsiding as I dress for the workout. I use our en suite to brush my teeth and take a piss, then one final glance over at Laura on my way out of the room.
Ben is up and ready to go as I expected.
"Morning Dad, so I was thinking we make the most of the next six weeks and plan our sessions. We don't have much time to prepare," he says, straight into training mode.
Six weeks seems like ages to me, even if Ben doesn't seem to think so. Maybe I've underestimated the challenge. Or overestimate my ability!
"We'll start off slow today, and finish with some stretching," Ben says.
"Sounds good son, you're the boss. I'm just glad I don't have to search online for a training plan," I tell him.
We finish our session at 7am. After doing our last few stretches in the back yard, we walk into the kitchen to find Laura and Claire having breakfast. Laura has cooked enough bacon and eggs for Ben and I, so we join them before showering.
"Ew, you stink Dad," Claire says, holding her nose when I sit down beside her at the kitchen table.
She makes me move down to the next seat, further away from her.
After finishing our food, Ben hits the shower in the master bathroom down the hall. I use the one in the en suite. I'm running a little late for work, and I have to meet a client at 10am. I need to call to the office first to collect one of the junior sales executives, and bring them along for experience.
Laura drops me to the train on her way to the school where she teaches, and I get to the office at 9am. The client's office is only a 15 minute walk from ours, so we have plenty of time.
Jean is busy working when I get to my desk, but I don't have time for my usual with her anyway. I grab the sales material I need to bring, and check which of the junior sales execs are scheduled to accompany me today.
It's Amber. She sits on the same floor as me, down at the end beside the coffee dock with the rest of the junior execs.
I'm just about to walk down and collect her on my way out, when I hear the clip clop sound of high heels approach at breakneck speed. I look up, and see Amber approaching. I'm impressed, she's showing a bit of initiative already.
Amber is dressed to impress, obviously doing everything she can to make sure we hook this client so she can collect her share of the commission. She is an attractive young woman, 22, with wavy brown hair. She has blue eyes and a very pretty face, with dimples in her cheeks when she smiles. I would guess her height to be 5'5" without the heels.
She has a very sexy hour glass figure, which she has emphasized with her tight fitting knee length blue sleeveless dress. It plunges at the front showing off just a hint of cleavage, and it zips at the back from the neck the whole way down to the bottom behind her knees. Her ass looks very appealing, I must say.
We leave together, chatting about the client as we walk to their office. We arrive there at 9.50am, and are shown to the meeting room by one of the receptionists.
"Tom, good to meet face to face at last," the first person to enter the room says to me as he reaches out his hand to shake mine.
"Hi Jeff, great to see you. Thanks for meeting with us this morning," I reply. "This is my colleague Amber."
Jeff holds out his hand for Amber to shake, which she does, with a little curtsy bend of the knee. She's nervous.
"Relax Amber, I'm not the king," Jeff says in a friendly way. "Really nice to meet you. My boss Harry will be here shortly."
The three of us sit and chat informally while we wait for Harry to arrive, which he does a few minutes later. Bang on 10am.
Jeff is in his late 40s, and Harry is at least 70. Harry is the head of operations, and will be the one making the decision to sign with us or not. I've laid the groundwork on numerous video calls with Jeff, but I'm under no illusion, it's Harry we need to win over today.
The pitch goes really well. I did the vast majority of the talking as it was tailored specifically to this client, which I am most familiar with.
Amber's main reason for being here is to learn, but also it gives a better impression when more than one person shows up to a meeting like this. There was a section of the pitch where she took the lead and explained at a high level how our company operates, and general things that we offer all clients.
"Guys, we're really impressed with everything you have shown us today," Harry says. "Jeff has been singing your praises for weeks now, but I wanted to come to today's meeting for my own peace of mind. We're happy to go with you guys. You have a deal."
We all stand up and shake hands again. Amber is ecstatic, and throws her arms around me with a hug. The four of us stay chatting for another few minutes, mostly small talk.
We are about to say our goodbyes and leave when Harry says to Amber,
"Now that the business is out of the way, would you mind taking care of this for me," as he gestures to his crotch. Horny old fucker.
I was wondering which of them would want a piece of her, the way that dress is clinging to her ass has been catching my eye all morning.
The poor girl hesitates, frozen on the spot. I don't blame her. She's in a room surrounded by three men, all old enough to be her father, and one could be her grandfather for god sake. Who could blame her for being intimidated.
"Of course," she answers eventually. "What do you want me to do?"
"You'll figure it out," Harry says as he takes her hand and guides her to a sofa over beside the back wall. His other hand drops to her heart shaped ass as she steps up beside him.
It's one of those fancy office sofas that are really uncomfortable, more for decoration and filling space.
Harry goes to sit down, unbuckling his belt and opening his zipper as he walks. When he gets to the sofa, he turns around, pulls his suit trousers and white underpants down as he sits, and lets them fall to the floor around his ankles. He throws his red tie over his shoulder, but leaves his suit jacket on.
Amber stands in front of him for a few seconds, not sure what she should do next. Then she drops to her knees in between Harry's feet, leans forward and puts her hand on Harry's soft, feeble looking penis.
Harry is grey, and very thin. His frail body is hidden by his suit, but with his pants down he looks even older than my guess of 70.
Amber seems unsure what she should do with a limp dick like this. I can't imagine she has seen very many soft cocks. An ass like hers would give an erection to a snowman.
She gets to work anyway, taking his floppy two inches fully into her mouth, her nose buried into his patch of grey pubes.
I can't help but admire her ass. Jeff is standing beside me looking at it too.
"Feel free to have a look around our office Tom, see if anyone takes your fancy," Jeff says to me.
"Tempted Jeff, but I think I'll just take what's on offer right here," I say, nodding my head towards Amber's rump.
Jeff just smiles back, then absentmindedly rubs his own crotch while staring at the kneeling 22 year old.
I have a good idea what he has in mind, so I decide to get in there first. I unbuckle and open my zipper, then pull my pants and boxers down just enough to take out my cock.
Kneeling down behind her, I take hold of the hem of her dress and slide it up her thighs. Amber looks over her shoulder startled, but smiles when she see's it's me.
The dress is tight, so when I get the narrow end to her hips, I need to use a good bit of force to stretch it over them and up around her waist.
She's wearing a black thong, and it's a fucking beautiful sight. I pull the thong to one side, over her right ass cheek, and expose both of her holes to the room.
I stick my middle finger into her pussy, she's very wet. That'll do nicely. I take my finger out and give it a smell and lick. That sends a jolt to my cock, inflating it to full size.
Before I fuck her, I bend down and lick her slit. She squirms and moans into Harry's lap. She tastes amazing, so fresh.
When I pull back from eating her hairless pussy, Amber seems to anticipate what's coming. She widen her stance on her knees, arches her lower back into a curve, and braces herself by moving one hand to the sofa cushion Harry is sitting on, the other still playing with his balls as she slurps on his dick. I don't think he's hard yet.
I hold my cock around the middle of the fat shaft, and keep a hold on it when I push the tip inside. She is really well lubed with her own juices, and that's a good thing because she's very tight. I push in the first three inches then pull back out, then back in with four.
Amber is adjusting to my large size really quickly, so I speed things up a bit and insert my full length.
"Aaahh, you big fucker," she hisses, "oh my God, that's a fat dick," she whimpers to herself.
I fuck her slowly. Her pussy feels incredible, tight and wet. And so smooth.
I have both hands on her ass, squeezing and mauling it. It feels fantastic. Firm, but with a hint of softness. She definitely works out to keep it like this.
I'm holding her thong with my right thumb, keeping it out of my way as it slam into her fuck hole.
Amber squeezes my cock with her vaginal walls, and that is the final straw, pushing me past the point of no return. Without bothering to give her any warning, I dump my massive load into her, slapping her ass a few times as I shoot my cum deep inside.
When I'm finished, I slide out and stand up, taking a step back. Jeff immediately moves in behind Amber taking my place. He already has his meat out and is stroking it as he kneels down, then enters his full length in one thrust. I have her hole well stretched, and Jeff isn't as big, I caught a glimpse just before he stuck it in. So Amber should be fine.
I clean up using a napkin the receptionist left with the snacks she brought in during our meeting, and try to rearrange my still semi hard dick back into my pants.
Jeff is fucking Amber really hard, when suddenly the door opens and four men in suits walk in. They are having a conversation among themselves, but then they notice what is going on.
"Sorry, we didn't mean to interrupt. We have this meeting room booked, we didn't realize you were still using it," one of the men says.
"Not at all, come on in," Harry calls from the sofa.
The four men don't hesitate for a second, and close the door behind them. I hear a few comments about Amber when they get over the shock and have started talking among themselves again. Then I notice two of them are rubbing their pricks through their pants as they look on. I have a feeling Amber is going to be on her knees for a while yet.
All four have their dicks out and are stroking them a few minutes later. They must be waiting their turn.
Jeff finishes off in Amber's pussy, then moves out of the way making room for the next in line. He's a young guy, early 20s, very muscular. He has an average size cock. He doesn't waste any time, sticking it straight up her pussy, where Jeff and I have deposited our loads.
He fucks her hard and fast, then spurts in under two minutes.
Next up is a bald guy in his mid 50s. He's in pretty good shape, and has a short but very thick cock. He kneels down behind Amber, but before he penetrates her, he reaches up to her neck searching for the dress zipper. He finds it, pulls it down to the hem at the bottom, and opens her dress at the back. Amber shrugs her arms out through the sleeveless holes, and throws the dress on the sofa beside Harry.
She is wearing a black bra, which matches her thong. The bald guy has the thong pulled over her right ass cheek completely, almost ripping it off her. Amber looks very sexy in her underwear.
Baldy is giving it to her hard, but slow, slamming hard thrusts into her every few seconds. He has a hand reached under her body and is groping a tit, still in the bra. A few minutes later and he's cumming in her pussy too.
The third guy is around 30, average cock, he's very tall and good looking. He stays on his feet, squats down and lines his cock up with her ass hole. He tries pushing it in but it must be too tight. So he sticks it into the gooey mess in her pussy, gives her a few humps, then pulls out and tries her ass again. He gets it into her much easier this time, the mix of semen obviously providing enough lubrication.
Amber takes her mouth off Harry's dick, which is hard at last, and lets out a deafening scream.
"FffffUUCK," she roars when he sticks his cock up her ass, then "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" in time with the guy's strokes.
He comes with a huge grunt a couple of minutes later, firing his seed deep into Amber's rectum.
Last up the a fat guy with long greasy hair, maybe late 40s. Tiny cock. He takes her ass too, which is gaping a little from the previous dude. Twenty seconds later and he's firing his load up her butt hole as well.
When nobody else steps up, Amber must assume everyone is finished with her. She stands up, takes off her bra and thong, and mounts old Harry on the sofa, dropping her sodden pussy on his cock.
It's a sexy scene, Amber fully naked, Harry almost fully clothed.
She rides his cock for the next ten minutes. Then he reaches around her back with both hands, pulls her down close into a hug, and licks her face as he starts to cum inside her pussy.
The four guys have fucked off by now, so all that's left in the room are the four of us from our meeting.
When Amber climbs off Harry, the conversation between Jeff, Harry and I carries on as if nothing has just happened. Amber gathers her clothes and starts getting dressed again in front of us, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment.
We stop off in a cafe for lunch on our way back to the office. Amber uses the washroom as soon as we enter. When she returns we sit opposite each other at a small table. Our faces are close together, and I notice how gorgeous Amber really is.
"I wasn't expecting to get gangbanged today when I woke up this morning," Amber says, then both of us laugh out loud.
"He smelled like piss, that old man," she whispers conspiratorially to me behind her hand, leaning in close. "At the beginning, when I started sucking him first, I thought he would never get it up. I think he liked looking at you fucking me though, that's what made him hard" she says. "I don't blame him, you made me so wet. Your cock is amazing," she adds, looking very shy.
"It's yours, anytime you need it," I say. "I'm a bit obsessed with your ass by the way, it's perfect."
"Well it's yours anytime you need it too," she replies with a smile.
Later that evening, I'm sitting on the recliner in the living room. It's just me and Claire watching TV. She's sitting in the corner of the sofa, the end closest to me, with her legs curled to one side and her feet tucked underneath herself. Laura is doing some late evening shopping at the mall.
We're talking about school, what classes are going well, and which ones she needs to work a bit harder on.
Then the conversation moves on to college, specifically where she hopes to go next year. She tells me her top preference is in the city closest to us, so she really wants to get accepted there, then she can continue to live at home. She is a real home bird.
Claire makes me a tea, and grabs herself an orange juice from the fridge, then sits back down in her spot on the sofa to watch some more TV, but mainly to chat I think.
We're in the middle of talking about the latest book she read when Ben gets home. He was at the gym. He flops down on the sofa beside Claire, looking exhausted.
I doze off to sleep and only wake when Claire says she is going to bed, leaving just me and Ben now.
I chat with Ben about our training at first. Then the conversation moves on to general stuff, like college, where he hopes to get a job, then moving on to stories about his friends. I've always been close with both of the kids, and feel I can talk to them openly. I hope they know that they can come to me with anything too.
Laura has the same sort of relationship with both kids. We're very lucky parents.
"So, have you been seeing anyone since you started college?" I ask.
"I do OK," he says coyly. "I'm just kidding. I have actually started dating someone recently."
"Really, wow. You kept that quiet," I say in surprise.
"Actually, I'm going to ask her over at the weekend?" he says.
"Oh, it must be serious, if you're introducing her to the folks!" I tease.
"Shut up Dad," Ben says, and he throws a cushion at me.
"You're a good kid Ben. I'm sure she's a lovely girl if you like her. I can't wait to meet her," I say.
"How about Saturday?" he asks.
"Perfect, I can spark up the barbecue and do some cooking for a change. 3pm suit?" I say.
"Sounds good Dad, and thanks," Ben says. "I think you'll really like her."
I'm in bed but still awake reading when Laura gets home. I tell her the news about Ben's new girlfriend, and she's excited about meeting her at the weekend.
When she gets into bed naked, I climb on top of her and we have nice slow sex, falling asleep afterwards in each other's arms.
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