Chapter 01
My name is Nathan. I am 31 years old and a supervisor in a private physical therapy facility. My salary is slightly above $100,000 a year. I used some of it to buy a medium-sized house in a nice suburb of LA.
About 3 years ago, I met Kelly at my friend's wedding. She was one of the bridesmaids and by far the prettiest. She was 22 year old beauty with an athletic body that I fell in love with soon after. At the time, she was in her senior year in college, majoring toward becoming a nurse. Her impressive appearance, direct, no-nonsense approach, and a good sense of humor conquered my heart.
To be frank, the sex part was very important as well - While Kelly did not have a lot of prior experience, her adventurous nature and enthusiasm more than made up for it. The first time she gave me a blowjob, her teeth were in the way, and I had to disengage before losing my organ. We talked about it the same evening, and the second time, she was MUCH better. Kelly choked when I came in her mouth but held firm and survived it courageously. After the second time, she read about techniques of oral sex, and the 3rd time was a charm: She milked my prick to a happy ending and swallowed my spunk without spilling a drop. I returned the favor on several occasions, and each time, she enjoyed 2-3 orgasms. Kelly let me be the dominant partner in sex, and when we started, she loved everything I suggested, from doggy-style to cowgirl and 69. Later, she showed reluctance to try anal sex, but everything else was on our menu.
Four months after I started dating her, I met her parents at a dinner in their home. The father, Morgan, was 51 and worked in a factory downtown. The mother's face looked very much like her daughter's, except for a few wrinkles near her eyes. However, she was somewhat shorter and more voluptuous. Stella, Kelly's mother, worked part-time as a secretary and was almost always smiley. Both parents accepted me immediately as a family member, and I felt very comfortable in their house. I married Kelly a year after our first date.
After the wedding, Kelly moved to my house, and we met her parents almost every weekend. The future looked bright. Kelly began working in the hospital's surgery department. However, being inexperienced and the last one to be hired, she was assigned to work mostly the evening and occasionally night shifts. It was a nuisance because I worked mostly from 8:00 to 3:30, and Kelly left home just minutes before I returned. By the time she was back home, she was too tired for anything. As a result, our 'we' time was limited to the weekends when she wasn't on call. We hoped the situation was temporary, and eventually, Kelly would start working the day shift.
Two events changed our lives. The first one happened about a year ago. Morgan drove home after a long day at work and had an accident. As a result, his cervical spinal cord was irreversibly damaged, he became paralyzed from the neck down, and much of the time he stayed in a special facility. It was a devastating blow to everybody. We found out later it was only part of the problem. While Morgan was loved by everybody, his major flaw was handling their finances: His disability insurance was too low, and their savings much less than expected.
The second issue was my loyal secretary's departure. Jenny was very knowledgeable, and I depended on her for everything in our place, from scheduling to scribing and calming belligerent customers. She gave her notice 6 months ago and agreed to stay up to 2 additional months so I could find a replacement who she would teach the ropes.
The following weekend, Kelly and I visited Stella. Kelly prepared the meal while I sat with Stella, who was still agonizing over her husband's dismal future. I wanted to distract her from her sorrow and told her about my secretary's leaving soon. She stared at me and said, "Nathan, since Morgan's situation is unlikely to improve, my income as a part-time secretary may not be enough. Would you consider taking me as a full-time secretary and pay accordingly?"
I smiled and said, "I'd love to do it, but there are 2 things to consider. One, I do not own the place, so I'll have to get approval from the executives. I doubt it will be a major hurdle because the owners and the board trust my judgment. Two, as the supervisor, I'll be your boss. It may feel weird. Will it be OK?"
She grinned, "Nathan, you are a good person. I don't think it will be a problem."
"Let me talk to Kelly and see what she says."
Kelly was thrilled, "Mom is an excellent secretary. Every year, she got an extra bonus for exemplary work. I am sure she'll learn everything in a very short time and will make the work there efficient and pleasant, at least as much as your prior secretary."
"I hope so because if she screws up, it will be a bad idea to reprimand your mother..."
She chuckled, "I doubt it will happen."
Stella began working on Monday. I Introduced her to Jenny and left them to bond and talk about her assignments. About 4 hours later, I met Jenny on her way to the bathroom. I asked her if the teaching was going well. She gazed at me, grinning, "Stella is a real treasure. She is a wonderful typist, has a flawless memory, and I did not have to mention anything more than once. I know you like me and my work, but I think she'll be better in a week."
It was very encouraging. Before going home, Stella came to see me with an important message to one of the patients. I asked her how she felt about work on her first day. She winked at me, "It's easier than I thought. And everybody was nice to me. I think I'll enjoy it here and hope my work is good enough so you won't fire me."
I smiled, "I doubt I'll do it if you burn the place, but It's nice to hear from Jenny and you that, so far, your future here seems bright."
After 2 weeks, Jenny told me Stella was doing very well, and her presence was no longer needed. I arranged a going-away party and bought her a big present. I knew I'd miss her, but it was her choice to move to the East Coast and be closer to her 2 married daughters.
Stella's hours were 7:45 am to 3:00 pm. Since Jenny was gone, I arranged more free time for myself to ensure I'd be available to help Stella if she encountered a problem she hadn't dealt with before.
She never asked for help and was fantastic: The scheduling ran like clockwork, the billing was flowing appropriately, and correspondence with our clients was cordial, with everybody complimenting us on the new secretary.
There was one thing I noticed: Every Monday and Wednesday, Stella arrived slightly earlier and used a backscratcher on her shoulders and upper back. When I saw it occurring in the 3rd week as well, I stopped by her desk and asked what was the reason.
She blushed and mumbled, "I have had shoulders and back pains for a long time. A year ago, I started going to a health club every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I also go and do yoga each Thursday. So, the morning after doing these exercises and poses, I feel good, but on Mondays and Wednesdays, I have to rub myself. Otherwise, my upper back would get stiff and hurt."
"Stella, why didn't you tell me? We work in a physical therapy facility. What better place to manage your symptoms? Both of us can come to work 15-30 minutes early; I'll massage your painful areas, and your back will feel much better."
Stella grinned, "Nathan, you are a great guy, but I think it's too much to have my supervisor arrive half an hour earlier than his starting time to rub his secretary's back."
I joked, "Lady, it will be much cheaper than having you suffer irreversible damage to your back. Your presence here is too important."
"Please, it will be too much to ask..."
"I insist! And as your supervisor, you are not allowed to refuse. Otherwise, I'll complain to MY boss - Your daughter..."
She laughed, "You are so cute when you pretend to be tough. Kelly married a real treasure."
"Ma'am, flattering won't help you. Next Monday, at 7:15 am, you will be at my office, ready for an upper back massage. And better keep it a secret. I don't want Kelly to think that I give you special treatment because of her."
She giggled, "OK, chief."
...
Monday morning, I was at work at 7 am and prepared both a table and a massage chair in my office. I didn't know precisely what areas of Stella's body would need my attention, and I wanted to be ready. I put on a shelf a few clean towels, massage oil, soap, and a large bowl to pour warm water later.
Stella entered the door at 7:15 and was surprised to see my office ready for her.
She smiled, "Nathan dear, you are making too much fuss about the massage. I think we can do it while I am sitting up. After all, it's the shoulders and upper back only."
"As you wish."
She wore a skirt, a long-sleeved blouse, and a jacket on top. I suggested removing the jacket, opening the top 2 buttons of her blouse, and exposing her shoulders. She did as I said. I handed her 2 small towels to separate the blouse from her skin and to absorb any leaking oil.
I warmed my palms and the oil and gingerly poured a small amount on my hands. I touched her skin, and Stella shivered mildly. I rubbed her shoulders and upper back muscles softly, trying to feel knots. I found a couple by her scapulae and massaged them gently.
The soft, exploratory massage lasted 5 minutes, and then I began kneading her skin somewhat harder. She closed her eyes, moaned, and whispered, "It feels so good..."
I continued working on her for another 10 minutes and then cleaned the area with soap and warm water.
I let her adjust her clothes and sat down facing her. "Stella, today the massage was more to find out if there was something severely wrong with your spine, skin, or muscles. Fortunately, there was no evidence of an alarming finding. However, there were several knots, suggesting repetitive movements of the same muscles, poor posture, prolonged sitting in the same position, or significant stress. Whatever the main reason it is, only you know, and I suggest thinking of ways to deal with the primary cause. Irrespectively, the area I worked on may not be enough. On Wednesday, I recommend that you sit down topless on the special massage chair with a towel covering your breasts so I can concentrate on your whole back in addition to your shoulders. And next time, we'll make it half an hour."
Stella began protesting, "Nathan honey, you are very considerate, but there is no need..."
"If you argue with your boss, I'll put you in the corner for the next 2 hours!"
She giggled, "Stop that. I am not a toddler. I do not see the reason you spend so much of your time on my back."
"Stella, I heard you. I'll tell you what. We'll do it my way for a month and decide later if any changes to the protocol are needed. OK?"
"How about only 2 weeks?"
"Three weeks, and that's final!"
She grinned, "You are so persistent..."
"If you suffer, my wife will make my life hell, so I am only protecting myself."
"Liar, but I'll accept your suggestion. As a minor compensation, what is your favorite cake? I'll make it and bring you on Wednesday."
"I love chocolate cake."
"Deal."
Wednesday, I entered the office at 7 am. Stella was already there. She had a short-sleeved blouse and no jacket. She went behind the curtain, removed her blouse and bra, and had a towel over her chest. I directed her to sit on the massage chair, lean forward, and place her face inside the soft loop. Like before, I started with her shoulders and slowly descended until reaching the small of her back. Again, there were a couple of knots I relieved patiently. Stella groaned multiple times. Her warm skin felt very soft under my fingers, and seeing her in this position reminded me of Kelly's position before having doggy-style sex... My penis twitched and began hardening. I was careful to separate our lower bodies and continued working on her upper back.
At one point, she stopped leaning and sat up. I assumed she got tired of being in the same position and continued working on her. However, I noticed that the towel was on the front of the chair and did not cover her breasts. I moved to do her shoulders again and peeked at her front. I could see her big boobs almost all the way to her nipples. They were round and gorgeous with large dark pink areolas. My dick thrust forward and up, reminding me the last time I had sex with Kelly was on Sunday morning. It ached, wishing to pounce... I could barely hold myself and felt my hands trembling slightly. I finished the massage 10 minutes later with a massive erection and blue balls.
When I was done, Stella turned around and glanced at my crotch. There was no way she missed the bulge in my pants. She smiled but said nothing.
After we were done, she moved to her desk and started her day's work. I remained in my office and masturbated, cumming in a tissue. The rest of the day both of us behaved like nothing unusual happened.
On Saturday, Kelly and I arrived for dinner at Stella's. Kelly and I carried sesame chicken, mashed potatoes, and pickled beets with us. Stella prepared onion soup and... terrific chocolate cake. We enjoyed gossiping and never mentioned Stella's massages.
On Monday morning, Stella was ready, topless, on the massage chair, waiting for me. Her face was placed in the loop. I began rubbing her shoulders and planned to go down on her back when she sat up straight. The towel hung on the chair, and her large tits were free, swaying slowly from side to side. My face was above her, and I could see the magnificent breasts with all their glory, including her pointy, stiff nipples.
My cock jolted as if hit by lightning. It was at full mast in 30 seconds.
I realized Stella's eyes were wide open, and she looked forward. I followed the direction of her eyes and saw a small mirror directed straight at my face... She stared at me with a strange smile. I blushed profusely with my hands on her shoulders, not knowing what to do.
Next, I felt her palms on mine. She grabbed my hands and slowly lowered them onto her tits! Stella gazed into my eyes and whispered, "Nathan, both of us feel the same. Your sensual massage awakened something in me, and you seem to get aroused by it as well. Am I right?"
"I am sorry..."
"Don't be. On Sunday, when you watched the football game, I had a long talk with Kelly. Don't worry; I did not discuss the massages. I talked to her about your marriage. It was a long and revealing talk. In short, I understand you two are in love but hardly spend time together except for the weekends. Kelly returns home exhausted, and sex happens only on the weekend. Am I missing something?"
"Stella, what are you getting at?"
"For a young couple who just got married, sex once a week is not enough. I know, I was young years ago. My situation is not ideal either; Morgan is paraplegic and cannot have an erection. He tried to satisfy me with his mouth, but it was a poor replacement for the real thing. The question is whether we can do something to mitigate both our problems."
I smiled, "Do I understand correctly your offer?"
Her eyes didn't blink, "Yes. If you were satisfied at home or I thought you didn't find me attractive, I would not mention it. However, I see that despite my advanced age of 48, your organ does react to my body."
"... and what would I tell Kelly?..."
"It's up to you. My recommendation is to tell her nothing, just like I'll not divulge anything to Morgan. The current situation is neither your nor my fault while life goes on. The only relevant question is what is the preferred solution. We suffer quietly. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy ourselves together, with the guilt slowly fading away?"
I chuckled, "Stella, one thing for sure. Kelly inherited from you her straight-shooting and direct talk. So you are not concerned I cheat on your daughter, with her mother, no less?..."
"Honey, life is not fair and on occasions, hard decisions need to be made. There are no ideal solutions to your and my frustrations. It is a matter of which path we rather take."
"And what happens if Kelly or Morgan find out about us?"
"When Morgan was notified his condition was irreversible, he pleaded with me to find a boyfriend who would care for my needs. I refused, but he loves me and frequently reminds me of his suggestion. Kelly is a different story. However, as you mentioned, she is a no-nonsense person. She understands your frustration with the low frequency of sexual activity. She knows that despite your love for her, one day, you may cheat. Isn't it better with me than another woman? If you do it with another woman, you may fall in love with her and leave Kelly. With me, the risk is nonexistent. Moreover, when her work shift changes to a more convenient one, I will step aside."
"Stella, when you talk, everything sounds so logical. One question: Does your mind have feelings and emotions, or is everything calculated coldly?"
She grinned, "I do have feelings, but I've learned the hard way that decisions are better done based on logic. Listen, I see you are conflicted. I am not pushing you to make up your mind right now. Sleep on it, and let me know if you are receptive. Until then, I'll behave as before in front of Kelly and Morgan."
"What about the bi-weekly massages?"
Stella laughed, "It's up to you. You can stop doing them if you wish. However, if you continue and I get horny, as happened today, I will lean on your body and let you ogle my tits. In that case, you may choose to ignore them and continue working on the back or give in and play with me..."
She turned around, exposing her glorious twin peaks, and dressed slowly. When she was done, she winked at me, sent me an air kiss, and left the office. I just sat there, my brain debating what to do next. Stella's body attracted me like a magnet, and knowing that accepting her offer may finish my drought was a powerful incentive. However, the whole idea of cheating on Kelly with her mother sounded awful.
I was distracted all day and was lucky not to commit a major error at work. By the end of the day, I went home. Kelly had just left for her evening shift, and I was alone. I went to bed early but could not fall asleep for a long time. Eventually, I managed to sleep but ended up dreaming about Stella joining me in bed and sucking me to completion. I woke up with my briefs stained with slimy sperm.
The following day, I tried to avoid Stella and talked to her briefly only twice about work-related issues.
On Wednesday, I arrived at 7:15 am. Stella sat topless in my office. She smiled mischievously and asked innocently, "Do you want me to dress up and go to the reception table?"
I mumbled, "No, please."
"Good." She leaned her front on the massage chair and didn't bother putting the towel on. I started rubbing her shoulders and then her upper back. Ten minutes later, she moaned, sat up, arched her back forward, pushing her breasts upward, grabbed my hands, placed them on her tits, and glanced at me in the small mirror.
I caressed Stella's breathtaking orbs and tweaked the nipples tenderly. Her groans became louder, and she turned to me. Her eyes stared at the tent in my pants, and she stroked it lightly. She murmured, "I see you made up your mind to listen to me. Good boy. You deserve a reward."
Subsequently, she unzipped my fly, lowered cautiously my strained briefs, and inspected my member. She whispered excitedly, "Honey, your dick is perfect. It's long and thick, just like I hoped it would be." Next, she kissed the spongy head and licked the slit. Her tiny palm fondled my ball sack gingerly. Her lips opened wide and wrapped around my shaft, gradually making more of the tool disappear into her oral cavity. Her technique was amazing. Pretty soon, her chin touched my sack, and she started sucking at an accelerating speed. I gazed in awe at the expert mouth, squeezing my pole between her palate and her tongue on the way in and milking it on the way out. I lasted 5 minutes before exploding in her hot mouth. During my orgasm, Stella sucked me powerfully, ensuring all my stuff was swallowed. Then she cleaned me with her tongue.
She grinned at me, saying, "Nathan, your seed is thick, warm, and somewhat salty - Just the way I like it." She dressed up leisurely and, before leaving the room, said, "Other employees will be here soon. I'll be in your office on Monday, ready for your massage. Then, assuming you don't change your mind, we'll talk about intimate meetings."
Thursday night, I had a wet dream about a sexual encounter with Stella. It was bizarre, to say the least: I was having a team meeting with 5 people in my office. I sat behind a luxury mahogany desk, and the members were sitting in half a circle in front of me. We discussed new safety guidelines and read comments made by 3 clients. I listened intently to Sarah and when she was done, she looked at me for a reaction. I began answering, and suddenly, I felt my fly open. A pair of hot lips enveloped my cock and started to suck it savagely. I stopped talking and stared at my groin. Stella's face grinned at me while continuing to milk my pecker relentlessly. I tried to focus on Sarah's issue, but it was an impossible mission. I stuttered for 30 seconds before flooding Stella's mouth with my goo. After cumming, my mind cleared, and I could answer Sarah coherently. She grinned, "Nathan, our team realized you'd be a better supervisor if Stella's duties included a regular BJ. Think about it." And then, everybody left my office, with Stella joining them on the way out. I woke up with a drying spunk stain on my lower abdomen.
On Friday, at work, Stella prepared coffee for me and added 2 cookies. She put everything on a tray, bent forward before me with 3 upper buttons on her blouse open, revealing most of her creamy tits. I gazed at her humongous assets, speechless. She chuckled, "Boss, did a cat get your tongue?"
I mumbled, "You are the sexiest creature I've ever met..."
Stella blurted, "Good to know. Enjoy your breakfast. We'll talk more on Monday." She stood up, closed the buttons of her blouse, and sashayed out of the office.
Friday evening, Kelly returned home after 11 pm and fell asleep immediately. I was aroused after a day of nonstop thinking about her mother. I read a sexy story about a mother-in-law on Literotica and masturbated ferociously until I dumped my load into the toilet. The good news: That night, I could sleep without wet dreams.
Saturday morning, I woke up at 8:30, smelling fresh coffee. I opened my eyes and saw Kelly holding a tray with toast, cream cheese, and a cup of coffee. She wore a sheer, short, red baby doll and leaned to serve me the tray. Her B-cup perky tits peeked at me, and I heard her say, "Good morning, lazy bum. I thought you should eat something before ravaging my body. After a week of drought, I need some lovin'..."
I hurried to finish the tasty, simple breakfast and watched her remove the lingerie in a striptease move. My organ was rock-hard in a matter of seconds.
I growled, "Is the bitch really hungry?"
"Yes, Master. Would you do me the honors and fuck me savagely before my constantly itchy pussy close the gate forever?"
"What a slut?... Have you no shame offering your body for a toast?!..."
She grinned, "Not at all, sir. Right now, I'm ready to be pounded by ANYBODY! You are just the closest person around. But if you are not in the mood, I'll walk naked outside and Ra*e the first person I see."
"Honey, it won't be necessary, but since you behave like a bitch in heat, a doggy-style will be appropriate to start the weekend."
"Ooohh, it sounds very arousing. How and where would you like your bitch to be?"
"On all 4, near my legs."
Kelly smiled and soon was on her knees and elbows on the soft rug with her thighs parted. I fed her my stiff member, and she munched on it happily. My eyes focused on her jiggling breasts, and I cupped them lightly. The nipples begged for a rougher play. I whispered in her ear, "Be patient, my pet." Her sucking turned wilder, and I knew if she continued, I'd erupt in her mouth.
I removed my cock from her reluctant lips, moved behind her, and impaled her cunt with one massive shove. She screamed, but I didn't care. I was horny, and she was going to get it. My steely-hard pole drilled her pussy like a jackhammer. Her cries were deafening, but I knew she loved it. Her favorite kind of sex was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and on that weekend, I had in mind to give her both. As I was plowing her vagina like a mad dog, I squeezed her smallish titties, making her wail. Her body quivered and twisted uncontrollably under me as Kelly underwent a huge orgasm. I lasted 2 more minutes and then gushed like a volcano deep in her womb. When I was done, I dismounted, and both collapsed on the floor.
Twenty minutes later, Kelly hugged me, and murmured, "Honey, you were ferocious and wonderful. The first sexual act after a week-long delay is always bliss."
I blurted, "Lady, you are not done. It's a short break. Your body is mine for the whole weekend, and I have no intention of giving up my unrestricted privileges. You stay naked the whole time. Capisce?"
She grinned, "Yes, His Royal Heinie. Sorry, I meant His Royal Highness..."
"This naughty remark will cost you dearly!"
"Please don't. It's not fair."
"As a smart guy once said, life is not fair."
Subsequently, I pulled a bag from an upper drawer and opened it. She saw the bag and cringed, "Please, Master, I'll be good. Don't use these..."
"Shut up, slut, and accept the punishment you deserve."
I grabbed a set of ropes and tied her wrists and calves to the bedposts. Kelly was now helpless, spread-eagled. I blindfolded her with a black eye cover and blurted, "From now on, I do not want to hear your mouth open unless it's to suck a juicy cock. Otherwise, I'll gag you. I am going to watch TV. See you in a while."
Kelly didn't dare speak, but she whined softly. I moved to the living room, turned the TV on, and pretended to call my friend talking loudly, "Hi Lester. Yesterday, you told me you were free this morning. I thought you'd like to come over." I paused momentarily and chuckled, "Yes, we can watch a game if you wish, but I have a better idea. You mentioned it's your birthday today, isn't it?" I paused again. "So I thought of fulfilling your fantasy. Remember you mentioned you had a thing for my wife? Well, right now, she is naked on our bed and waiting for me to fuck her. I thought you wished to join the fun." Another short break. "Oh, don't worry, she won't know. She is blindfolded and expects me to ravage her body, so if you penetrate her heavenly body, she won't know the difference, and you get your birthday present." Pause. "The risk is very low. She'll never find out. Think about it; kneading her gorgeous tits, letting her luscious lips milk your cock, ramming your tool inside her pussy. What can be better?..." Pause. "OK, but hurry. And please, don't use any smelly stuff on your body. When you are here, shower briefly using my soap to smell like me."
I entered our bedroom and said, "Kelly, relax or go to sleep. I'll finish watching the game and be with you in half an hour."
She mumbled, "Please, Nathan, don't do it..."
"What the fuck are you saying?"
"...I heard you talking to Lester..."
"First, you talk without permission. Second, what I discuss with my friends is none of your business. Your only job is to spread your legs and mouth for your Master, accept lovingly his willingness to use your whorish body, and thank him when he is done. Period!"
Kelly seemed tongue-tied. She remained quiet. On the surface, she looked scared shit, but a quick inspection of her exposed cunt revealed the truth: The folds were drenched...
I left the room and watched the end of a basketball rerun. About 15 minutes later, I rang our bell and opened the door. "Hi, Lester. No, everything is fine. Go shower, and I'll wait here."
I went to the bathroom and took a short shower. I came out wrapped in my towel, moved toward the door, and blurted, "Let me do all the talking. I'll signal to you what to do and when."
I opened our bedroom door and said cheerfully, "Honey, I am back. Are you OK?"
"No, sir... I am not..."
"You better be half dead if you wish for me to stop my plan."
"Nathan, please, don't do it. I beg you."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Your nipples are hard, and your pussy is dripping. So it's not physical. Have your brain become paranoiac?"
"... I love our games, but without guests..."
"I remind you that you are here to be abused and not to establish new rules. Accept your punishment like an adult and don't repeat your mistakes."
She quieted down.
I moved by her head and said, "Honey, it's time for my exploratory touchy-feely stuff."
Then I tiptoed to the other side and touched her breast lightly. She trembled but said nothing. I moved my palm circularly around her areola, slowly closing in on her nipple. She groaned. I tweaked it and rolled the nipple between 2 fingers. She moaned louder.
Next, I pretended to be pushed back and returned to my original position.
"Darling, you see, you DO like what I do. Don't you?"
She didn't talk.
I moved again to the other side and gently turned her face in my direction. Then I slapped her cheek lightly with my half-erect organ. She moaned again. I touched her lips with it and slowly pushed harder. Kelly parted her lips and let it inside. I placed my free hand on her vulva, and my fingers probed her cunt gently. A moment later, she groaned, and her mouth began bobbing on my cock.
I leaned my head to the other side of the bed and whispered, "You like to suck this awesome cock, don't you, slut?"
With her mouth full, she mumbled unintelligible words. I held her head and started fucking her face at an increasing rate. She sucked me forcefully. Just before the moment of no return, I pulled out and moved to the other side.
She cried desperately, "Why?!..."
"Honey, the same cock prefers to fuck you. Is it OK?"
"Yes..."
"Even if it's not me?..."
"I don't care who it is. I need something big and hard in my pussy to cure my horniness. NOW!!!"
"Ask my guest nicely, and he may agree to accommodate your needs."
She whispered, "Lester, please fuck me now..."
"Good girl. You see, Lester, when she is aroused, she'll be ready to fuck ANYBODY. Right, Kelly?"
"Ye...yes..."
"Lester, go ahead. Climb the bed and mount the horny bitch."
Next, I moved between her legs and penetrated her narrow vagina gingerly, hearing her groaning continuously. She tried to push her torso into me, but her restrains prevented her from moving much.
Gradually, I accelerated my strokes. All of a sudden, Kelly's body jerked in the air, and she started crying. Her body shook violently, undergoing a big climax. I pinched her nipples hard and came inside her cunt with 5 powerful spurts of juicy goo. I was careful not to make any noise. After finishing, I moved away and stood by the bed near her head.
After 30 seconds, I caressed her face and said in a gentle voice, "Honey, you were wonderful. WE are proud of you." I turned my head to the side and whispered, "Lester, you can leave now. We'll talk later."
I dressed up, opened the door, and blurted, "Lester, as we agreed - No word to anybody!" I whispered something and closed the door.
I returned to Kelly, "Darling, he loved your perfect figure, especially your full lips and heavenly tits. I watched him ogle your body, and I am sure if you ever decide to give him another chance, he'll be the happiest man ever."
She grinned, "Nathan, you are a total jerk! You made me too horny to think straight."
"So what? Didn't you enjoy the sex with him?"
"I did, but by that time, I'd climax with anybody..."
I untied her and removed the blindfold.
She laughed, "Your friend took the opportunity, but you didn't. Was that the plan?"
"Don't worry about me. We still have a day and a half to fuck like rabbits..."
She chuckled, "You are so naughty!"
In the evening, we went to see Stella. She was in a good mood and dressed accordingly: a short brownish dress showing ample cleavage and 3" heel shoes. Kelly wore a nice blouse and a short skirt. She gazed at her mother and giggled, "Mom, you look beautiful and sexy." She turned to me, "Am I right?"
"Absolutely. If I wasn't married to you, I'd ask Stella for a date."
Stella grinned and winked at me, "I'll remember that."
The dinner was delicious, as usual. The 3 of us also finished 2 bottles of white wine, and the chat became less controlled. Kelly began explaining to her mother that her work was so time and energy consuming, that she hardly had sex with me anymore. She chuckled that 'we went overboard today,' yet it was a rare event.
Stella asked, "Did you consider a surrogate for the times you are not available?"
"Mom, are you nuts? Any surrogate will try to take him away from me. I feel for him and am ready to loan him temporarily, but he stays mine."
Kelly was definitely under the influence, "I wish I find a woman I can trust who will take care of him during the workweek and I get him back when I am off." Her laugh turned louder, "Mom, you look so good; I wish you'd be available..."
Stella glanced at her and then at me and back at Kelly, "Interesting idea. Nathan, what do you think?"
I sensed a trap and answered diplomatically, "Ladies, both of you are beautiful and very sexy."
Kelly asked in a drunken voice, "Are you saying that Mom is your type too?"
"Of course! Her face looks very much like yours, and her body is more mature but still very attractive."
Kelly giggled, "What a great idea! After our adventure with Lester, I feel free... We'll talk about it later. Mom, is Nathan nice to you at work?"
"He is trying his best."
Kelly glanced at my eyes, "Is Mom a good employee?"
With Kelly obviously drunk, I couldn't resist, "So far, she had done everything she was required to and more. If there is something that deserves a comment, it is her big mouth..."
Kelly smiled, "I know. At times, Mom can be very opinionated."
I mumbled, "That is also true..."
Stella looked at me and couldn't stop laughing. Was it because she understood what I meant, or was she under the influence as well?...
We left at 10 pm. We spooned in bed and fell asleep soon after.
Sunday morning, I woke up at 8 am. The house was quiet, and Kelly wasn't seen anywhere. I made coffee and began drinking it when my wife returned from running outside. She was sweaty and breathing hard, but she had a happy smile on her face, "You were sound asleep, so I decided to exercise by running about a mile. After I was done, I checked my breathing and pulse, and one thing for sure: I am getting old."
I smirked, "You are so right. Do you have any advice for me as to how to find a replacement in case you suddenly die of old age?"
"Nathan, stop mocking me. I am saying that when I was in college, I did 5 miles easily, and now I can barely run one mile before needing to stop. By the way, last night, I was too tipsy, and I am sure I made a fool of myself. Did I say anything TOO obnoxious?..."
"You mentioned you were sorry for not helping my physical needs until the weekend, and since your mother was dressed in a sexy evening gown and looked amazing, you suggested her as a surrogate."
Kelly watched my eyes, "What did YOU say?"
"What could I say? I agreed that both of you were very pretty and sexy."
Kelly grinned, "I know the idea sounds ridiculous, but think about it: You crave sex but suffer a long drought of 5 days at a time. Unfortunately, I heard from our manager that in the upcoming year, I'll continue to follow the same schedule."
"Honey, what are you trying to say?"
"The key question is whether you REALLY find Mom sexy or you were being polite?"
"I think she looks very good for her age."
"Is the age a big hurdle?"
"Chronological age was never an obstacle for me. Before you, I had a girlfriend who was older than me."
"But Mother is 17 years your senior..."
"As I said, if the person looks attractive, details like age, weight, height, or wealth are irrelevant. However, I still do not get what you are implying."
"If it were up to you, we'd have sex at least once a day. Until now, you suppressed your needs heroically, but since a change is not coming soon, I was thinking..."
"WHAT?!..."
"Before his accident, I was hearing Mom and Dad playing in their bedroom almost every night. Now, Dad cannot satisfy Mom... Nathan, you are a smart guy. You know what I am about to say."
"Do you want me to bed your mother?!..."
"Not if you find the idea disgusting or she is not attractive enough."
"I am more surprised than anything else. How would YOU feel if I had sex with your mother and the next day fuck you?"
"Honey, I love you, and I believe you love me too. Cheating on me with a mystery woman is a no-no because of the emotional ramifications. But here, all 3 of us may benefit: I will not feel guilty preventing you from one of the most important things in life, and you two can play on workdays."
"Kelly, we meet your mother every Saturday evening. Neither you nor your mother be embarrassed by our escapades?"
"I will not. Listen, if you are willing to consider it, I'll talk to Mom and try to convince her it's a good idea."
"Kelly dear, if you like the idea, I am willing to give it a try, but I am sure your mother will kick your butt for even thinking about such an outrageous plan."
"You may be right, but using a vibrator is a poor replacement for real sex, and I know for certain Mom likes you a lot. Until now, she and I talked openly about everything. Let me hear her thoughts about it before making our final decision."
I kissed Kelly and mumbled, "Honey, whether your idea succeeds or not, I love you dearly."
She grinned, "I know, darling. I know."
On Monday, I returned home at 4 pm. Kelly was home, and she said, "I have the night shift. Mom will be here in an hour, and I want to talk to her about my idea. It may blow in my face or at least be very ugly, so it's better if you are elsewhere."
"I see you are determined to push it."
"I do."
I showered, ate a sandwich, and drove to Lester to spend the evening with him. I liked the guy: We had known each other for years and watched sports on TV together. I thought to myself about the trick I played on Kelly, pretending Lester was the one who had sex with her. I said nothing about it to him. Yet... I left at 9:30 pm, knowing I'd arrive home about half an hour before Kelly had to drive to work.
When I returned home, Kelly was elated, "I think I was able to persuade Mom to go for it. Initially, she seemed offended I came up with such an outrageous idea, then she argued against it, and lastly, she doubted you could really think of her as a sexual person. However, before she went home, Mom promised to think about it. So don't be surprised if, at work, she'd try to ascertain you meant what you said about finding her very attractive."
"Honey, she really is. I told you that the similarity in your faces was the first impression I had of her. And then, watching her in the short dress was another reminder her figure was fantastic."
Kelly hugged me and smirked, "You pervert, I can already imagine how you'll feel fucking me a short time after doing the same with Mom..."
I smiled, "I didn't think about it, but it sounds very erotic. Wouldn't you say?"
She giggled, "If I were in your shoes, of course."
Kelly left soon after. I was on cloud nine: I didn't have to fight myself about Stella anymore. Kelly solved our dilemma.
The following day at work, I massaged Stella's shoulders and back. She sat topless in my office and watched my hands working her body. Ten minutes into her backrub, she turned around and blurted, "Nathan, that's enough. Your hands were magical, but made me very horny. We have about half an hour before other employees show up. Let's have a quickie."
I laughed, "Lady, touching your soft skin arouses me too, but you are playing with fire."
She grinned, "Honey, it's only the beginning."
Stella had a skirt on. She removed her low-cut panties and lifted her skirt. I observed her brown bush, that contrasted with her daughter's shaved cunt. She watched me and mumbled, "Honcho, fuck me hard."
I approached her. Her fingers unzipped my pants and stroked my tumescent organ. It stiffened fast in her rapidly moving palms. Her eyes glistened, "Where do you want me?"
"On the massage table with your legs spread wide."
In less than 2 minutes, I was drilling into Stella with all my might while tweaking her large breasts. She was very hungry for me, and soon her body was shivering wildly. She whimpered. I whispered, "Woman, is this what you wanted? My cock ramming into your pussy like a sex-craving slut?"
"Ye...sss. I love your beautiful penis grinding me..."
My own climax followed suit, and I erupted in her vagina a short time later.
She watched me dress up, rearranged her skirt, left her panties on my desk, and exited my office. I put the panties in my pocket. A couple of minutes later, Stella arrived with the usual tray of coffee with cookies.
I smiled, "Thank you, girl. Did you wear new panties?"
She lifted her skirt, showing me she had none. I noticed a small drip from her pussy. I raised my eyebrows. She winked and murmured, "I like feeling your juices inside. I haven't washed it yet..."
About 3 years ago, I met Kelly at my friend's wedding. She was one of the bridesmaids and by far the prettiest. She was 22 year old beauty with an athletic body that I fell in love with soon after. At the time, she was in her senior year in college, majoring toward becoming a nurse. Her impressive appearance, direct, no-nonsense approach, and a good sense of humor conquered my heart.
To be frank, the sex part was very important as well - While Kelly did not have a lot of prior experience, her adventurous nature and enthusiasm more than made up for it. The first time she gave me a blowjob, her teeth were in the way, and I had to disengage before losing my organ. We talked about it the same evening, and the second time, she was MUCH better. Kelly choked when I came in her mouth but held firm and survived it courageously. After the second time, she read about techniques of oral sex, and the 3rd time was a charm: She milked my prick to a happy ending and swallowed my spunk without spilling a drop. I returned the favor on several occasions, and each time, she enjoyed 2-3 orgasms. Kelly let me be the dominant partner in sex, and when we started, she loved everything I suggested, from doggy-style to cowgirl and 69. Later, she showed reluctance to try anal sex, but everything else was on our menu.
Four months after I started dating her, I met her parents at a dinner in their home. The father, Morgan, was 51 and worked in a factory downtown. The mother's face looked very much like her daughter's, except for a few wrinkles near her eyes. However, she was somewhat shorter and more voluptuous. Stella, Kelly's mother, worked part-time as a secretary and was almost always smiley. Both parents accepted me immediately as a family member, and I felt very comfortable in their house. I married Kelly a year after our first date.
After the wedding, Kelly moved to my house, and we met her parents almost every weekend. The future looked bright. Kelly began working in the hospital's surgery department. However, being inexperienced and the last one to be hired, she was assigned to work mostly the evening and occasionally night shifts. It was a nuisance because I worked mostly from 8:00 to 3:30, and Kelly left home just minutes before I returned. By the time she was back home, she was too tired for anything. As a result, our 'we' time was limited to the weekends when she wasn't on call. We hoped the situation was temporary, and eventually, Kelly would start working the day shift.
Two events changed our lives. The first one happened about a year ago. Morgan drove home after a long day at work and had an accident. As a result, his cervical spinal cord was irreversibly damaged, he became paralyzed from the neck down, and much of the time he stayed in a special facility. It was a devastating blow to everybody. We found out later it was only part of the problem. While Morgan was loved by everybody, his major flaw was handling their finances: His disability insurance was too low, and their savings much less than expected.
The second issue was my loyal secretary's departure. Jenny was very knowledgeable, and I depended on her for everything in our place, from scheduling to scribing and calming belligerent customers. She gave her notice 6 months ago and agreed to stay up to 2 additional months so I could find a replacement who she would teach the ropes.
The following weekend, Kelly and I visited Stella. Kelly prepared the meal while I sat with Stella, who was still agonizing over her husband's dismal future. I wanted to distract her from her sorrow and told her about my secretary's leaving soon. She stared at me and said, "Nathan, since Morgan's situation is unlikely to improve, my income as a part-time secretary may not be enough. Would you consider taking me as a full-time secretary and pay accordingly?"
I smiled and said, "I'd love to do it, but there are 2 things to consider. One, I do not own the place, so I'll have to get approval from the executives. I doubt it will be a major hurdle because the owners and the board trust my judgment. Two, as the supervisor, I'll be your boss. It may feel weird. Will it be OK?"
She grinned, "Nathan, you are a good person. I don't think it will be a problem."
"Let me talk to Kelly and see what she says."
Kelly was thrilled, "Mom is an excellent secretary. Every year, she got an extra bonus for exemplary work. I am sure she'll learn everything in a very short time and will make the work there efficient and pleasant, at least as much as your prior secretary."
"I hope so because if she screws up, it will be a bad idea to reprimand your mother..."
She chuckled, "I doubt it will happen."
Stella began working on Monday. I Introduced her to Jenny and left them to bond and talk about her assignments. About 4 hours later, I met Jenny on her way to the bathroom. I asked her if the teaching was going well. She gazed at me, grinning, "Stella is a real treasure. She is a wonderful typist, has a flawless memory, and I did not have to mention anything more than once. I know you like me and my work, but I think she'll be better in a week."
It was very encouraging. Before going home, Stella came to see me with an important message to one of the patients. I asked her how she felt about work on her first day. She winked at me, "It's easier than I thought. And everybody was nice to me. I think I'll enjoy it here and hope my work is good enough so you won't fire me."
I smiled, "I doubt I'll do it if you burn the place, but It's nice to hear from Jenny and you that, so far, your future here seems bright."
After 2 weeks, Jenny told me Stella was doing very well, and her presence was no longer needed. I arranged a going-away party and bought her a big present. I knew I'd miss her, but it was her choice to move to the East Coast and be closer to her 2 married daughters.
Stella's hours were 7:45 am to 3:00 pm. Since Jenny was gone, I arranged more free time for myself to ensure I'd be available to help Stella if she encountered a problem she hadn't dealt with before.
She never asked for help and was fantastic: The scheduling ran like clockwork, the billing was flowing appropriately, and correspondence with our clients was cordial, with everybody complimenting us on the new secretary.
There was one thing I noticed: Every Monday and Wednesday, Stella arrived slightly earlier and used a backscratcher on her shoulders and upper back. When I saw it occurring in the 3rd week as well, I stopped by her desk and asked what was the reason.
She blushed and mumbled, "I have had shoulders and back pains for a long time. A year ago, I started going to a health club every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I also go and do yoga each Thursday. So, the morning after doing these exercises and poses, I feel good, but on Mondays and Wednesdays, I have to rub myself. Otherwise, my upper back would get stiff and hurt."
"Stella, why didn't you tell me? We work in a physical therapy facility. What better place to manage your symptoms? Both of us can come to work 15-30 minutes early; I'll massage your painful areas, and your back will feel much better."
Stella grinned, "Nathan, you are a great guy, but I think it's too much to have my supervisor arrive half an hour earlier than his starting time to rub his secretary's back."
I joked, "Lady, it will be much cheaper than having you suffer irreversible damage to your back. Your presence here is too important."
"Please, it will be too much to ask..."
"I insist! And as your supervisor, you are not allowed to refuse. Otherwise, I'll complain to MY boss - Your daughter..."
She laughed, "You are so cute when you pretend to be tough. Kelly married a real treasure."
"Ma'am, flattering won't help you. Next Monday, at 7:15 am, you will be at my office, ready for an upper back massage. And better keep it a secret. I don't want Kelly to think that I give you special treatment because of her."
She giggled, "OK, chief."
...
Monday morning, I was at work at 7 am and prepared both a table and a massage chair in my office. I didn't know precisely what areas of Stella's body would need my attention, and I wanted to be ready. I put on a shelf a few clean towels, massage oil, soap, and a large bowl to pour warm water later.
Stella entered the door at 7:15 and was surprised to see my office ready for her.
She smiled, "Nathan dear, you are making too much fuss about the massage. I think we can do it while I am sitting up. After all, it's the shoulders and upper back only."
"As you wish."
She wore a skirt, a long-sleeved blouse, and a jacket on top. I suggested removing the jacket, opening the top 2 buttons of her blouse, and exposing her shoulders. She did as I said. I handed her 2 small towels to separate the blouse from her skin and to absorb any leaking oil.
I warmed my palms and the oil and gingerly poured a small amount on my hands. I touched her skin, and Stella shivered mildly. I rubbed her shoulders and upper back muscles softly, trying to feel knots. I found a couple by her scapulae and massaged them gently.
The soft, exploratory massage lasted 5 minutes, and then I began kneading her skin somewhat harder. She closed her eyes, moaned, and whispered, "It feels so good..."
I continued working on her for another 10 minutes and then cleaned the area with soap and warm water.
I let her adjust her clothes and sat down facing her. "Stella, today the massage was more to find out if there was something severely wrong with your spine, skin, or muscles. Fortunately, there was no evidence of an alarming finding. However, there were several knots, suggesting repetitive movements of the same muscles, poor posture, prolonged sitting in the same position, or significant stress. Whatever the main reason it is, only you know, and I suggest thinking of ways to deal with the primary cause. Irrespectively, the area I worked on may not be enough. On Wednesday, I recommend that you sit down topless on the special massage chair with a towel covering your breasts so I can concentrate on your whole back in addition to your shoulders. And next time, we'll make it half an hour."
Stella began protesting, "Nathan honey, you are very considerate, but there is no need..."
"If you argue with your boss, I'll put you in the corner for the next 2 hours!"
She giggled, "Stop that. I am not a toddler. I do not see the reason you spend so much of your time on my back."
"Stella, I heard you. I'll tell you what. We'll do it my way for a month and decide later if any changes to the protocol are needed. OK?"
"How about only 2 weeks?"
"Three weeks, and that's final!"
She grinned, "You are so persistent..."
"If you suffer, my wife will make my life hell, so I am only protecting myself."
"Liar, but I'll accept your suggestion. As a minor compensation, what is your favorite cake? I'll make it and bring you on Wednesday."
"I love chocolate cake."
"Deal."
Wednesday, I entered the office at 7 am. Stella was already there. She had a short-sleeved blouse and no jacket. She went behind the curtain, removed her blouse and bra, and had a towel over her chest. I directed her to sit on the massage chair, lean forward, and place her face inside the soft loop. Like before, I started with her shoulders and slowly descended until reaching the small of her back. Again, there were a couple of knots I relieved patiently. Stella groaned multiple times. Her warm skin felt very soft under my fingers, and seeing her in this position reminded me of Kelly's position before having doggy-style sex... My penis twitched and began hardening. I was careful to separate our lower bodies and continued working on her upper back.
At one point, she stopped leaning and sat up. I assumed she got tired of being in the same position and continued working on her. However, I noticed that the towel was on the front of the chair and did not cover her breasts. I moved to do her shoulders again and peeked at her front. I could see her big boobs almost all the way to her nipples. They were round and gorgeous with large dark pink areolas. My dick thrust forward and up, reminding me the last time I had sex with Kelly was on Sunday morning. It ached, wishing to pounce... I could barely hold myself and felt my hands trembling slightly. I finished the massage 10 minutes later with a massive erection and blue balls.
When I was done, Stella turned around and glanced at my crotch. There was no way she missed the bulge in my pants. She smiled but said nothing.
After we were done, she moved to her desk and started her day's work. I remained in my office and masturbated, cumming in a tissue. The rest of the day both of us behaved like nothing unusual happened.
On Saturday, Kelly and I arrived for dinner at Stella's. Kelly and I carried sesame chicken, mashed potatoes, and pickled beets with us. Stella prepared onion soup and... terrific chocolate cake. We enjoyed gossiping and never mentioned Stella's massages.
On Monday morning, Stella was ready, topless, on the massage chair, waiting for me. Her face was placed in the loop. I began rubbing her shoulders and planned to go down on her back when she sat up straight. The towel hung on the chair, and her large tits were free, swaying slowly from side to side. My face was above her, and I could see the magnificent breasts with all their glory, including her pointy, stiff nipples.
My cock jolted as if hit by lightning. It was at full mast in 30 seconds.
I realized Stella's eyes were wide open, and she looked forward. I followed the direction of her eyes and saw a small mirror directed straight at my face... She stared at me with a strange smile. I blushed profusely with my hands on her shoulders, not knowing what to do.
Next, I felt her palms on mine. She grabbed my hands and slowly lowered them onto her tits! Stella gazed into my eyes and whispered, "Nathan, both of us feel the same. Your sensual massage awakened something in me, and you seem to get aroused by it as well. Am I right?"
"I am sorry..."
"Don't be. On Sunday, when you watched the football game, I had a long talk with Kelly. Don't worry; I did not discuss the massages. I talked to her about your marriage. It was a long and revealing talk. In short, I understand you two are in love but hardly spend time together except for the weekends. Kelly returns home exhausted, and sex happens only on the weekend. Am I missing something?"
"Stella, what are you getting at?"
"For a young couple who just got married, sex once a week is not enough. I know, I was young years ago. My situation is not ideal either; Morgan is paraplegic and cannot have an erection. He tried to satisfy me with his mouth, but it was a poor replacement for the real thing. The question is whether we can do something to mitigate both our problems."
I smiled, "Do I understand correctly your offer?"
Her eyes didn't blink, "Yes. If you were satisfied at home or I thought you didn't find me attractive, I would not mention it. However, I see that despite my advanced age of 48, your organ does react to my body."
"... and what would I tell Kelly?..."
"It's up to you. My recommendation is to tell her nothing, just like I'll not divulge anything to Morgan. The current situation is neither your nor my fault while life goes on. The only relevant question is what is the preferred solution. We suffer quietly. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy ourselves together, with the guilt slowly fading away?"
I chuckled, "Stella, one thing for sure. Kelly inherited from you her straight-shooting and direct talk. So you are not concerned I cheat on your daughter, with her mother, no less?..."
"Honey, life is not fair and on occasions, hard decisions need to be made. There are no ideal solutions to your and my frustrations. It is a matter of which path we rather take."
"And what happens if Kelly or Morgan find out about us?"
"When Morgan was notified his condition was irreversible, he pleaded with me to find a boyfriend who would care for my needs. I refused, but he loves me and frequently reminds me of his suggestion. Kelly is a different story. However, as you mentioned, she is a no-nonsense person. She understands your frustration with the low frequency of sexual activity. She knows that despite your love for her, one day, you may cheat. Isn't it better with me than another woman? If you do it with another woman, you may fall in love with her and leave Kelly. With me, the risk is nonexistent. Moreover, when her work shift changes to a more convenient one, I will step aside."
"Stella, when you talk, everything sounds so logical. One question: Does your mind have feelings and emotions, or is everything calculated coldly?"
She grinned, "I do have feelings, but I've learned the hard way that decisions are better done based on logic. Listen, I see you are conflicted. I am not pushing you to make up your mind right now. Sleep on it, and let me know if you are receptive. Until then, I'll behave as before in front of Kelly and Morgan."
"What about the bi-weekly massages?"
Stella laughed, "It's up to you. You can stop doing them if you wish. However, if you continue and I get horny, as happened today, I will lean on your body and let you ogle my tits. In that case, you may choose to ignore them and continue working on the back or give in and play with me..."
She turned around, exposing her glorious twin peaks, and dressed slowly. When she was done, she winked at me, sent me an air kiss, and left the office. I just sat there, my brain debating what to do next. Stella's body attracted me like a magnet, and knowing that accepting her offer may finish my drought was a powerful incentive. However, the whole idea of cheating on Kelly with her mother sounded awful.
I was distracted all day and was lucky not to commit a major error at work. By the end of the day, I went home. Kelly had just left for her evening shift, and I was alone. I went to bed early but could not fall asleep for a long time. Eventually, I managed to sleep but ended up dreaming about Stella joining me in bed and sucking me to completion. I woke up with my briefs stained with slimy sperm.
The following day, I tried to avoid Stella and talked to her briefly only twice about work-related issues.
On Wednesday, I arrived at 7:15 am. Stella sat topless in my office. She smiled mischievously and asked innocently, "Do you want me to dress up and go to the reception table?"
I mumbled, "No, please."
"Good." She leaned her front on the massage chair and didn't bother putting the towel on. I started rubbing her shoulders and then her upper back. Ten minutes later, she moaned, sat up, arched her back forward, pushing her breasts upward, grabbed my hands, placed them on her tits, and glanced at me in the small mirror.
I caressed Stella's breathtaking orbs and tweaked the nipples tenderly. Her groans became louder, and she turned to me. Her eyes stared at the tent in my pants, and she stroked it lightly. She murmured, "I see you made up your mind to listen to me. Good boy. You deserve a reward."
Subsequently, she unzipped my fly, lowered cautiously my strained briefs, and inspected my member. She whispered excitedly, "Honey, your dick is perfect. It's long and thick, just like I hoped it would be." Next, she kissed the spongy head and licked the slit. Her tiny palm fondled my ball sack gingerly. Her lips opened wide and wrapped around my shaft, gradually making more of the tool disappear into her oral cavity. Her technique was amazing. Pretty soon, her chin touched my sack, and she started sucking at an accelerating speed. I gazed in awe at the expert mouth, squeezing my pole between her palate and her tongue on the way in and milking it on the way out. I lasted 5 minutes before exploding in her hot mouth. During my orgasm, Stella sucked me powerfully, ensuring all my stuff was swallowed. Then she cleaned me with her tongue.
She grinned at me, saying, "Nathan, your seed is thick, warm, and somewhat salty - Just the way I like it." She dressed up leisurely and, before leaving the room, said, "Other employees will be here soon. I'll be in your office on Monday, ready for your massage. Then, assuming you don't change your mind, we'll talk about intimate meetings."
Thursday night, I had a wet dream about a sexual encounter with Stella. It was bizarre, to say the least: I was having a team meeting with 5 people in my office. I sat behind a luxury mahogany desk, and the members were sitting in half a circle in front of me. We discussed new safety guidelines and read comments made by 3 clients. I listened intently to Sarah and when she was done, she looked at me for a reaction. I began answering, and suddenly, I felt my fly open. A pair of hot lips enveloped my cock and started to suck it savagely. I stopped talking and stared at my groin. Stella's face grinned at me while continuing to milk my pecker relentlessly. I tried to focus on Sarah's issue, but it was an impossible mission. I stuttered for 30 seconds before flooding Stella's mouth with my goo. After cumming, my mind cleared, and I could answer Sarah coherently. She grinned, "Nathan, our team realized you'd be a better supervisor if Stella's duties included a regular BJ. Think about it." And then, everybody left my office, with Stella joining them on the way out. I woke up with a drying spunk stain on my lower abdomen.
On Friday, at work, Stella prepared coffee for me and added 2 cookies. She put everything on a tray, bent forward before me with 3 upper buttons on her blouse open, revealing most of her creamy tits. I gazed at her humongous assets, speechless. She chuckled, "Boss, did a cat get your tongue?"
I mumbled, "You are the sexiest creature I've ever met..."
Stella blurted, "Good to know. Enjoy your breakfast. We'll talk more on Monday." She stood up, closed the buttons of her blouse, and sashayed out of the office.
Friday evening, Kelly returned home after 11 pm and fell asleep immediately. I was aroused after a day of nonstop thinking about her mother. I read a sexy story about a mother-in-law on Literotica and masturbated ferociously until I dumped my load into the toilet. The good news: That night, I could sleep without wet dreams.
Saturday morning, I woke up at 8:30, smelling fresh coffee. I opened my eyes and saw Kelly holding a tray with toast, cream cheese, and a cup of coffee. She wore a sheer, short, red baby doll and leaned to serve me the tray. Her B-cup perky tits peeked at me, and I heard her say, "Good morning, lazy bum. I thought you should eat something before ravaging my body. After a week of drought, I need some lovin'..."
I hurried to finish the tasty, simple breakfast and watched her remove the lingerie in a striptease move. My organ was rock-hard in a matter of seconds.
I growled, "Is the bitch really hungry?"
"Yes, Master. Would you do me the honors and fuck me savagely before my constantly itchy pussy close the gate forever?"
"What a slut?... Have you no shame offering your body for a toast?!..."
She grinned, "Not at all, sir. Right now, I'm ready to be pounded by ANYBODY! You are just the closest person around. But if you are not in the mood, I'll walk naked outside and Ra*e the first person I see."
"Honey, it won't be necessary, but since you behave like a bitch in heat, a doggy-style will be appropriate to start the weekend."
"Ooohh, it sounds very arousing. How and where would you like your bitch to be?"
"On all 4, near my legs."
Kelly smiled and soon was on her knees and elbows on the soft rug with her thighs parted. I fed her my stiff member, and she munched on it happily. My eyes focused on her jiggling breasts, and I cupped them lightly. The nipples begged for a rougher play. I whispered in her ear, "Be patient, my pet." Her sucking turned wilder, and I knew if she continued, I'd erupt in her mouth.
I removed my cock from her reluctant lips, moved behind her, and impaled her cunt with one massive shove. She screamed, but I didn't care. I was horny, and she was going to get it. My steely-hard pole drilled her pussy like a jackhammer. Her cries were deafening, but I knew she loved it. Her favorite kind of sex was a mixture of pain and pleasure, and on that weekend, I had in mind to give her both. As I was plowing her vagina like a mad dog, I squeezed her smallish titties, making her wail. Her body quivered and twisted uncontrollably under me as Kelly underwent a huge orgasm. I lasted 2 more minutes and then gushed like a volcano deep in her womb. When I was done, I dismounted, and both collapsed on the floor.
Twenty minutes later, Kelly hugged me, and murmured, "Honey, you were ferocious and wonderful. The first sexual act after a week-long delay is always bliss."
I blurted, "Lady, you are not done. It's a short break. Your body is mine for the whole weekend, and I have no intention of giving up my unrestricted privileges. You stay naked the whole time. Capisce?"
She grinned, "Yes, His Royal Heinie. Sorry, I meant His Royal Highness..."
"This naughty remark will cost you dearly!"
"Please don't. It's not fair."
"As a smart guy once said, life is not fair."
Subsequently, I pulled a bag from an upper drawer and opened it. She saw the bag and cringed, "Please, Master, I'll be good. Don't use these..."
"Shut up, slut, and accept the punishment you deserve."
I grabbed a set of ropes and tied her wrists and calves to the bedposts. Kelly was now helpless, spread-eagled. I blindfolded her with a black eye cover and blurted, "From now on, I do not want to hear your mouth open unless it's to suck a juicy cock. Otherwise, I'll gag you. I am going to watch TV. See you in a while."
Kelly didn't dare speak, but she whined softly. I moved to the living room, turned the TV on, and pretended to call my friend talking loudly, "Hi Lester. Yesterday, you told me you were free this morning. I thought you'd like to come over." I paused momentarily and chuckled, "Yes, we can watch a game if you wish, but I have a better idea. You mentioned it's your birthday today, isn't it?" I paused again. "So I thought of fulfilling your fantasy. Remember you mentioned you had a thing for my wife? Well, right now, she is naked on our bed and waiting for me to fuck her. I thought you wished to join the fun." Another short break. "Oh, don't worry, she won't know. She is blindfolded and expects me to ravage her body, so if you penetrate her heavenly body, she won't know the difference, and you get your birthday present." Pause. "The risk is very low. She'll never find out. Think about it; kneading her gorgeous tits, letting her luscious lips milk your cock, ramming your tool inside her pussy. What can be better?..." Pause. "OK, but hurry. And please, don't use any smelly stuff on your body. When you are here, shower briefly using my soap to smell like me."
I entered our bedroom and said, "Kelly, relax or go to sleep. I'll finish watching the game and be with you in half an hour."
She mumbled, "Please, Nathan, don't do it..."
"What the fuck are you saying?"
"...I heard you talking to Lester..."
"First, you talk without permission. Second, what I discuss with my friends is none of your business. Your only job is to spread your legs and mouth for your Master, accept lovingly his willingness to use your whorish body, and thank him when he is done. Period!"
Kelly seemed tongue-tied. She remained quiet. On the surface, she looked scared shit, but a quick inspection of her exposed cunt revealed the truth: The folds were drenched...
I left the room and watched the end of a basketball rerun. About 15 minutes later, I rang our bell and opened the door. "Hi, Lester. No, everything is fine. Go shower, and I'll wait here."
I went to the bathroom and took a short shower. I came out wrapped in my towel, moved toward the door, and blurted, "Let me do all the talking. I'll signal to you what to do and when."
I opened our bedroom door and said cheerfully, "Honey, I am back. Are you OK?"
"No, sir... I am not..."
"You better be half dead if you wish for me to stop my plan."
"Nathan, please, don't do it. I beg you."
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Your nipples are hard, and your pussy is dripping. So it's not physical. Have your brain become paranoiac?"
"... I love our games, but without guests..."
"I remind you that you are here to be abused and not to establish new rules. Accept your punishment like an adult and don't repeat your mistakes."
She quieted down.
I moved by her head and said, "Honey, it's time for my exploratory touchy-feely stuff."
Then I tiptoed to the other side and touched her breast lightly. She trembled but said nothing. I moved my palm circularly around her areola, slowly closing in on her nipple. She groaned. I tweaked it and rolled the nipple between 2 fingers. She moaned louder.
Next, I pretended to be pushed back and returned to my original position.
"Darling, you see, you DO like what I do. Don't you?"
She didn't talk.
I moved again to the other side and gently turned her face in my direction. Then I slapped her cheek lightly with my half-erect organ. She moaned again. I touched her lips with it and slowly pushed harder. Kelly parted her lips and let it inside. I placed my free hand on her vulva, and my fingers probed her cunt gently. A moment later, she groaned, and her mouth began bobbing on my cock.
I leaned my head to the other side of the bed and whispered, "You like to suck this awesome cock, don't you, slut?"
With her mouth full, she mumbled unintelligible words. I held her head and started fucking her face at an increasing rate. She sucked me forcefully. Just before the moment of no return, I pulled out and moved to the other side.
She cried desperately, "Why?!..."
"Honey, the same cock prefers to fuck you. Is it OK?"
"Yes..."
"Even if it's not me?..."
"I don't care who it is. I need something big and hard in my pussy to cure my horniness. NOW!!!"
"Ask my guest nicely, and he may agree to accommodate your needs."
She whispered, "Lester, please fuck me now..."
"Good girl. You see, Lester, when she is aroused, she'll be ready to fuck ANYBODY. Right, Kelly?"
"Ye...yes..."
"Lester, go ahead. Climb the bed and mount the horny bitch."
Next, I moved between her legs and penetrated her narrow vagina gingerly, hearing her groaning continuously. She tried to push her torso into me, but her restrains prevented her from moving much.
Gradually, I accelerated my strokes. All of a sudden, Kelly's body jerked in the air, and she started crying. Her body shook violently, undergoing a big climax. I pinched her nipples hard and came inside her cunt with 5 powerful spurts of juicy goo. I was careful not to make any noise. After finishing, I moved away and stood by the bed near her head.
After 30 seconds, I caressed her face and said in a gentle voice, "Honey, you were wonderful. WE are proud of you." I turned my head to the side and whispered, "Lester, you can leave now. We'll talk later."
I dressed up, opened the door, and blurted, "Lester, as we agreed - No word to anybody!" I whispered something and closed the door.
I returned to Kelly, "Darling, he loved your perfect figure, especially your full lips and heavenly tits. I watched him ogle your body, and I am sure if you ever decide to give him another chance, he'll be the happiest man ever."
She grinned, "Nathan, you are a total jerk! You made me too horny to think straight."
"So what? Didn't you enjoy the sex with him?"
"I did, but by that time, I'd climax with anybody..."
I untied her and removed the blindfold.
She laughed, "Your friend took the opportunity, but you didn't. Was that the plan?"
"Don't worry about me. We still have a day and a half to fuck like rabbits..."
She chuckled, "You are so naughty!"
In the evening, we went to see Stella. She was in a good mood and dressed accordingly: a short brownish dress showing ample cleavage and 3" heel shoes. Kelly wore a nice blouse and a short skirt. She gazed at her mother and giggled, "Mom, you look beautiful and sexy." She turned to me, "Am I right?"
"Absolutely. If I wasn't married to you, I'd ask Stella for a date."
Stella grinned and winked at me, "I'll remember that."
The dinner was delicious, as usual. The 3 of us also finished 2 bottles of white wine, and the chat became less controlled. Kelly began explaining to her mother that her work was so time and energy consuming, that she hardly had sex with me anymore. She chuckled that 'we went overboard today,' yet it was a rare event.
Stella asked, "Did you consider a surrogate for the times you are not available?"
"Mom, are you nuts? Any surrogate will try to take him away from me. I feel for him and am ready to loan him temporarily, but he stays mine."
Kelly was definitely under the influence, "I wish I find a woman I can trust who will take care of him during the workweek and I get him back when I am off." Her laugh turned louder, "Mom, you look so good; I wish you'd be available..."
Stella glanced at her and then at me and back at Kelly, "Interesting idea. Nathan, what do you think?"
I sensed a trap and answered diplomatically, "Ladies, both of you are beautiful and very sexy."
Kelly asked in a drunken voice, "Are you saying that Mom is your type too?"
"Of course! Her face looks very much like yours, and her body is more mature but still very attractive."
Kelly giggled, "What a great idea! After our adventure with Lester, I feel free... We'll talk about it later. Mom, is Nathan nice to you at work?"
"He is trying his best."
Kelly glanced at my eyes, "Is Mom a good employee?"
With Kelly obviously drunk, I couldn't resist, "So far, she had done everything she was required to and more. If there is something that deserves a comment, it is her big mouth..."
Kelly smiled, "I know. At times, Mom can be very opinionated."
I mumbled, "That is also true..."
Stella looked at me and couldn't stop laughing. Was it because she understood what I meant, or was she under the influence as well?...
We left at 10 pm. We spooned in bed and fell asleep soon after.
Sunday morning, I woke up at 8 am. The house was quiet, and Kelly wasn't seen anywhere. I made coffee and began drinking it when my wife returned from running outside. She was sweaty and breathing hard, but she had a happy smile on her face, "You were sound asleep, so I decided to exercise by running about a mile. After I was done, I checked my breathing and pulse, and one thing for sure: I am getting old."
I smirked, "You are so right. Do you have any advice for me as to how to find a replacement in case you suddenly die of old age?"
"Nathan, stop mocking me. I am saying that when I was in college, I did 5 miles easily, and now I can barely run one mile before needing to stop. By the way, last night, I was too tipsy, and I am sure I made a fool of myself. Did I say anything TOO obnoxious?..."
"You mentioned you were sorry for not helping my physical needs until the weekend, and since your mother was dressed in a sexy evening gown and looked amazing, you suggested her as a surrogate."
Kelly watched my eyes, "What did YOU say?"
"What could I say? I agreed that both of you were very pretty and sexy."
Kelly grinned, "I know the idea sounds ridiculous, but think about it: You crave sex but suffer a long drought of 5 days at a time. Unfortunately, I heard from our manager that in the upcoming year, I'll continue to follow the same schedule."
"Honey, what are you trying to say?"
"The key question is whether you REALLY find Mom sexy or you were being polite?"
"I think she looks very good for her age."
"Is the age a big hurdle?"
"Chronological age was never an obstacle for me. Before you, I had a girlfriend who was older than me."
"But Mother is 17 years your senior..."
"As I said, if the person looks attractive, details like age, weight, height, or wealth are irrelevant. However, I still do not get what you are implying."
"If it were up to you, we'd have sex at least once a day. Until now, you suppressed your needs heroically, but since a change is not coming soon, I was thinking..."
"WHAT?!..."
"Before his accident, I was hearing Mom and Dad playing in their bedroom almost every night. Now, Dad cannot satisfy Mom... Nathan, you are a smart guy. You know what I am about to say."
"Do you want me to bed your mother?!..."
"Not if you find the idea disgusting or she is not attractive enough."
"I am more surprised than anything else. How would YOU feel if I had sex with your mother and the next day fuck you?"
"Honey, I love you, and I believe you love me too. Cheating on me with a mystery woman is a no-no because of the emotional ramifications. But here, all 3 of us may benefit: I will not feel guilty preventing you from one of the most important things in life, and you two can play on workdays."
"Kelly, we meet your mother every Saturday evening. Neither you nor your mother be embarrassed by our escapades?"
"I will not. Listen, if you are willing to consider it, I'll talk to Mom and try to convince her it's a good idea."
"Kelly dear, if you like the idea, I am willing to give it a try, but I am sure your mother will kick your butt for even thinking about such an outrageous plan."
"You may be right, but using a vibrator is a poor replacement for real sex, and I know for certain Mom likes you a lot. Until now, she and I talked openly about everything. Let me hear her thoughts about it before making our final decision."
I kissed Kelly and mumbled, "Honey, whether your idea succeeds or not, I love you dearly."
She grinned, "I know, darling. I know."
On Monday, I returned home at 4 pm. Kelly was home, and she said, "I have the night shift. Mom will be here in an hour, and I want to talk to her about my idea. It may blow in my face or at least be very ugly, so it's better if you are elsewhere."
"I see you are determined to push it."
"I do."
I showered, ate a sandwich, and drove to Lester to spend the evening with him. I liked the guy: We had known each other for years and watched sports on TV together. I thought to myself about the trick I played on Kelly, pretending Lester was the one who had sex with her. I said nothing about it to him. Yet... I left at 9:30 pm, knowing I'd arrive home about half an hour before Kelly had to drive to work.
When I returned home, Kelly was elated, "I think I was able to persuade Mom to go for it. Initially, she seemed offended I came up with such an outrageous idea, then she argued against it, and lastly, she doubted you could really think of her as a sexual person. However, before she went home, Mom promised to think about it. So don't be surprised if, at work, she'd try to ascertain you meant what you said about finding her very attractive."
"Honey, she really is. I told you that the similarity in your faces was the first impression I had of her. And then, watching her in the short dress was another reminder her figure was fantastic."
Kelly hugged me and smirked, "You pervert, I can already imagine how you'll feel fucking me a short time after doing the same with Mom..."
I smiled, "I didn't think about it, but it sounds very erotic. Wouldn't you say?"
She giggled, "If I were in your shoes, of course."
Kelly left soon after. I was on cloud nine: I didn't have to fight myself about Stella anymore. Kelly solved our dilemma.
The following day at work, I massaged Stella's shoulders and back. She sat topless in my office and watched my hands working her body. Ten minutes into her backrub, she turned around and blurted, "Nathan, that's enough. Your hands were magical, but made me very horny. We have about half an hour before other employees show up. Let's have a quickie."
I laughed, "Lady, touching your soft skin arouses me too, but you are playing with fire."
She grinned, "Honey, it's only the beginning."
Stella had a skirt on. She removed her low-cut panties and lifted her skirt. I observed her brown bush, that contrasted with her daughter's shaved cunt. She watched me and mumbled, "Honcho, fuck me hard."
I approached her. Her fingers unzipped my pants and stroked my tumescent organ. It stiffened fast in her rapidly moving palms. Her eyes glistened, "Where do you want me?"
"On the massage table with your legs spread wide."
In less than 2 minutes, I was drilling into Stella with all my might while tweaking her large breasts. She was very hungry for me, and soon her body was shivering wildly. She whimpered. I whispered, "Woman, is this what you wanted? My cock ramming into your pussy like a sex-craving slut?"
"Ye...sss. I love your beautiful penis grinding me..."
My own climax followed suit, and I erupted in her vagina a short time later.
She watched me dress up, rearranged her skirt, left her panties on my desk, and exited my office. I put the panties in my pocket. A couple of minutes later, Stella arrived with the usual tray of coffee with cookies.
I smiled, "Thank you, girl. Did you wear new panties?"
She lifted her skirt, showing me she had none. I noticed a small drip from her pussy. I raised my eyebrows. She winked and murmured, "I like feeling your juices inside. I haven't washed it yet..."
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