I have always had a weakness for older men, wearing suits and showing me their hard, throbbing cock. My dad had a best friend that I called Uncle Ed. He was wonderful and handsome. And when I was 11 and beginning to develop as a woman, we found ourselves alone in the house. It was a Sunday morning, right after church. My parents when to get a pizza for lunch. Uncle Ed asked me if I ever saw what a grown man looked like. I said I had seen pictures, but not for real. He asked me if I wanted to see for real. I was so excited and my heart was racing. I said "yes." He was wearing a beautiful dark, blue suit and a red silk tie. He opened his zipper and pulled out his massive cock. He stroked it and it got bigger and bigger. He just looked at my face as I stood there mesmerized by his wonderful cock. It was HUGE and beautiful. We heard the car door slam in the driveway. I ran up to my room. Uncle Ed went to the half-bath off the front hall.

After that, Uncle Ed and I would meet when we could be alone. We never touched each other. But he would always be wearing his suit, and I would always be wearing a dress or a skirt. I'd take off my panties and he would pull out his cock. We would both watch each other masturbate and we'd try to cum together. I used to love to watch him cum. Once I asked him if I could feel the cum he caught in his hankie. I felt it and smelled it and tasted it gingerly. But that was as close as we ever got to each other. I think Uncle Ed really wanted to do more to me, but his friendship with my dad kept him from going farther. I respected that and respected him too.

To this day, I remember Uncle Ed. And every time I see a cock sticking out of a suit, I get so horny. I want to jump the guy and fuck him senseless for Uncle Ed.

I'm an all natural 20 year old British firecrotch. At weekends I like to do lots of amphetamines which make me super horny then post photos of my prick on the internet. Thoughts? Are ginger pubes on men attractive? What would you do with my dick then ladies?

Karen Smith lay back on her beach towel, clad only in a skimpy red bikini, and thought, "This is the life." She had landed in Ibiza two days earlier with her son, Kurt, for a three-week holiday, just the two of them. It had been an especially rainy season in London and they were both ecstatic to be getting some time in the sun. Karen typically wore one-piece bathing suits but her ivory skin was so starved for color that she decided to pack nothing but bikinis, a fact that hadn't escaped Kurt's attention.

At 42, Karen looked stunning, especially compared to Kurt's friends' moms, most of who you would never care to look at naked. But not Karen. She was often compared to Sophia Loren, and she knew that the compliment men were giving her was, "I bet you'd be dynamite in the sack." Her shoulder-length chestnut hair still shimmered in the sun and her long, shapely legs were the envy of all of Kurt's friends. Her 36D chest never needed padding to fill out the prim and proper suit jackets that she typically wore to work as a real estate broker, and more than one client had taken the opportunity to cop a feel whilst they were alone in a flat. Kurt's father had been nothing more than a sperm donor and for Kurt and Karen's entire life, their relationship was just that of mother and son. Recently, however, they had become more like friends.

"I'm heading into the water for a bit, Mom, don't burn," Kurt said, standing from his towel and removing his sunglasses.

"Okay love, don't wear yourself out," Karen said with a sly grin.

Kurt Smith was an athletic 22-year-old whose average height belied the above average dick that he carried with him. It gave him a confidence that most girls were attracted to, and he always enjoyed the look on their faces when they spied his member for the first time.

He hadn't had a girlfriend for a few weeks, and accordingly, was staring at even more girls than usual. On this particular day, however, the sunny cove where they were sunning themselves had only one other family further down the beach.

As Kurt bobbed in the salty Mediterranean water, he looked back at shore and saw only his Mom.

"Fuck me," he thought, "have her tits always been that big?"

The red spandex strained to contain her large orbs and the contrast between her pale skin made the bikini glow even brighter. She stood up to stretch just now, and turned around looking at the beach bar, giving Kurt a perfect view of the cleft of her ass. The bikini had ridden up while Karen was sitting down so that it looked almost like a thong.

"I'm getting turned on by my own Mom," Kurt thought. "How sick. I mean, I know she's got a great body and there's nobody else around but c'mon, we've lived together for so long, am I really getting hard over her?"

But he was. Under the cool water's surface, Kurt's cock was growing ever larger, and he could not take his eyes off of Karen's heavy tits, barely supported by the flimsy red material. He knew that as soon as he could get his hard-on to subside, he would have to make a beeline for their villa and jerk himself off, hard.

For her part, Karen was fantasizing herself about how long it had been since she had had a good fucking. Being a mom was no longer a big part of her life with Kurt being a man, but she still could not find much time to meet quality men. It wasn't even the companionship that she longed for, but more the lurid side of sexual intimacy with a man, any man, that she craved. Holding a cock in her hand as it filled with blood and grew, the firmness it got when she tugged on it...these were things she could have with any man, and they would fulfill her sexual desires, but it was still an effort.

"I'm heading back to the villa, Mom, you need me to bring anything back for you?" Kurt broke Karen from her daze as he toweled himself off.

"No, thanks, I'll probably come back in a little while too," she said. She noticed that Kurt looked especially good today, the bright Spanish sun shining off of his sculpted chest. "If only he weren't my son," Karen thought, "I would definitely let him fuck me. Too bad that's such a hangup, that adults can't service each other sexually if they both need it."

Her pussy tingled at the thought of having their big villa together for three weeks, fucking one another on all of the furniture, in the bathroom shower, on the terrace, doggy style in front of the sliding glass door.

"How nice would that be," Karen thought, "to be able to satisfy each other's cravings and then get on with the day. I'm sure we'd both enjoy the vacation a lot more. Society.."

Kurt was barely in the door before he stripped his swim trunks off and laid back on the bed in his downstairs bedroom. Karen had chosen the master bedroom upstairs so that they would have a bit of privacy, even though there were two bedrooms on the ground floor.

"It's too bad there weren't more girls at the beach today," Kurt thought as he gently squeezed his still damp cock. "That Swedish woman from last year was the hottest thing ever."

Kurt thought back to the previous year's trip when a mature Swedish woman had set up her sun umbrella next to his. He was at the beach alone that day and feeling talkative, so he struck up a conversation with the Swede. The mother of three was in her 50s and had some lines of age on her face but her smile was dazzling and her blonde hair almost platinum, which made her deep tan even more alluring. As the day went on, they both became overheated and went down to the water together.

After floating a few feet from one another and obviously flirting, Kurt tentatively reached out to touch her waist. The mother flinched at first but then smiled broadly and brought Kurt's hands up to her large breasts. They sagged slightly in her bikini but she was completely uninhibited and swung her body around without regard for how much her tits moved, and Kurt found it very erotic. Floating in the ocean, they groped each other's bodies for a long time before going back to the sand and making out on their blankets.

Kurt moaned as he stroked his rod and continued to think back on the mature blonde woman, unaware that a mature brunette was listening to him. Karen had decided to come back to the house early for a drink, and she heard Kurt's heavy breathing as soon as she entered the villa. Seeing his trunks on the floor through his doorway, she knew he could only be masturbating.

"Oh my God, even my own son can get some relief, I wish it were easier for me." Karen threw her sarong onto the couch and slipped into a pair of high heeled espadrilles she had by the door. Their cork bottoms allowed her to get right to the edge of Kurt's bedroom before he would hear her. She didn't have any plans, but was just going by instinct.

Karen's calves were flexed from the high wedges, and she had beads of sweat sliding down the insides of her thighs. Her breathing was more ragged and she noticed with utter certainty that her pussy lips were tingling noticeably. Her son's masturbation was arousing Karen.

"If it were just as easy to use his cock as a dildo, and frig myself, then I could just...use him, and he could use me, we could both cum, and get back to life!" She was actually thinking that it sounded like a good plan, but she wasn't sure how Kurt would take it.

"If I'm matter-of-fact and a little insistent, what 22-year-old WOULDN'T like to be serviced on vacation?!" She pushed her breasts so that the nipples were closer to the inside border of her bikini top, and the dark areolas were showing. Karen stepped to the edge of the doorway.

Kurt was now pumping harder, his glans head wedged firmly on top of his fist. Eyes closed, he was moving his hips so that the bed shook slightly on the tile floor.

"Ahem."

Kurt heard Karen's noise, his eyes flew open, and he started to scoot to the top of the bed.

"Whooo, Mommm, I didn't think you'd be back so soon. Ahhhh."

"It's okay Kurt, I know what men your age do, it's not a big deal." Kurt's mom put her hand on the door jamb to seem casual and crossed her legs at the ankles. "Believe it or not, women have those needs to, they just don't talk about it. But even me, your Mom."

Kurt thought about his Mom having sexual needs and it couldn't help but put an image in his head of her being fucked over the back of a couch, hands gripping the pillows while someone, maybe him, entered her from behind again and again.

"I guess so," Kurt said. He had one hand over his crotch but his stiff member was still so engorged that his hand couldn't cover the entire thing. Kurt looked his mom over now for the first time and his eyes glazed over with lust. He thought, "I know she's my Mom but I was just in the middle of jerking off and my mind is still on sex and, fuck, would I love to mount her right here."

As if she was reading his mind, Karen stepped gingerly towards her son, her hips still cocked to the side from the angle of her tall shoes.

"Okay Kurt, I'm going to be really blunt here. We're alone for three weeks and it's going to be really difficult for us to concentrate on having fun and living if we're both sexually frustrated, do you agree?"

Kurt gulped but nodded his head in agreement. "Where can she be going with this?" he thought.

"So," Karen said walking to where Kurt's knees hung over the edge of the bed, "why don't we come to an understanding." She squatted so that her face was level with Kurt's hips, her big tits suspended in mid-air for her son to gawk at. The mirror at the foot of the bed allowed Kurt to see his Mom's ass too, as she bounced slightly on her haunches.

"Why don't we just say that, while we're here in Ibiza, we can do whatever we want to each other. Sexually." Karen licked her lips, the sexy mature woman now certain that this was exactly what she wanted.

"'Sexually'?" Kurt stammered. "So, what do you mean, DO whatever we want?"

"We tell each other when we need relief, and we use each other's bodies to get that relief. No judgments, no guilt, no awkwardness or hiding around." Karen's hands were roaming her body now, feeling her breasts and pushing them together as if in anticipation of what her son was going to do to her.

"Well...I mean, I would love to, but are you sure?" Kurt asked, smiling. "I get horny pretty often and usually jerk off three or four times a day."

"That's fine, Kurt, if you need me to service you five times a day, that will work too." Karen closed her eyes while she spoke and reached around behind her to undo her bikini top. "I might need you to...FUCK...me, every night if you can handle it." Karen drew out the word 'fuck' to gauge the impact on her son and it rightly threw him for a loop.

Kurt moved his hand from covering his cock and began stroking it again. "I think I could use some help now if you wouldn't mind, Mom."

Karen grinned and crawled onto the bed on all fours, her wedges still on her feet. "That's fine, son, don't worry. Mommy will take good care of you."

And with that she used her left hand to push Kurt's chest so he was flat on his back, and with her right she grasped his cock, her own son's cock, and began pumping it.

"Is this alright?" Karen asked innocently. "Is it okay if I suck on your cock? Suck on it until I make you cum in my mouth? Would you like that?"

Kurt was shaking now, his cock so ready to be serviced. He had needed to cum since he saw his Mom's big, full tits on the beach and had been jerking off for a few minutes before he came home. He needed his Mom to suck his cock and he needed her to deep throat it.

"Deep throat my cock, Mom." Kurt said uncertainly. "Please."

Karen laughed an evil laugh. "Don't say 'please', son. When we're servicing each other and helping each other to cum, treat me like a slut. That way it will be more of a separation between our normal time and our fucking time. We don't want you getting hard thinking about fucking your Mom's pussy in the middle of dinner."

And with that, Karen leaned down, her brown hair tussling over her son's stomach, and engulfed the length of his thick shaft in her hot, wet mouth. She hummed and moaned as she slobbered up and down on his slippery tool.

Kurt moaned loudly with ecstasy. "Fuuuuck, Mom, that's so gooood!" He shut his eyes and put his hands on top of his mother's head as she gulped up and down on his dick.

"Fuck his dick is so HOT!" Karen thought. "Not just big and smooth but actually physically WARM!" Her pussy was drooling already just thinking about having it inside of her. Her own son, Kurt, would soon have his dick buried inside of his mother. Karen swooned and blew her only child with renewed vigor. She was determined to suck him off quickly so that he would know how good she could be. She wanted to be a good dirty slut for her boy.

"You like that?" Karen asked in between slobbers. "You like your slutty Mom blowing you, Kurt? Sucking on your cock in your own bedroom? It's so naughty but I think we both know that we need to be helping each other cum on this trip, don't you?"

She went back to his dick with all of her attention, using one hand to stroke her son's dick up and down, the other to squeeze and cup his balls.

"Yeah Karen, suck it, suck my fat cock," Kurt said, getting into the spirit of his Mom's game. "Make me cum in your mouth, I need to cum." "Call me 'Mom'" Karen said, stopping just long enough to look her son directly in the eyes so that he knew exactly what it was they were doing. Getting a blowjob from his Mom.

"Mom, keep sucking my dick. Suck it now you slut." Kurt smiled even as he said this rudest of instruction.

Karen laughed and went back to work, servicing her son's dong. Kurt then grabbed her ass and slapped one of her cheeks, hard.

"I've wanted to do that all day," he said. "Here, swing around so you can sit on my face. I want to taste your pussy, Mom."

Karen couldn't believe it, her swollen lips needed attention badly and she was thrilled that her son wanted to eat her pussy.

"Ohh baby, that would be amazing. I'm just going to move around," Karen worked her hips and swung her knee over her boy's head so that they were in a perfect 69 position, her snatch just above Kurt's mouth and her own mouth still locked onto his dick.

"That's it, c'mon, sit on my face, Mom. I want to lick your pussy."

Karen obliged and moved her knees to the side so that her wet pussy was smashed onto her son's face.

"Ohhhh," she cried out. "Yeah, that's it, eat Mommy's pussy. Shove your tongue all the way into Mommy's little cunt hole." Karen squirmed around on top of her son, sitting back on his face so he could get as much of his mouth around her sopping pussy as possible.

"Keep sucking me, keep sucking my cock, Mom!" Karen had her lips at the base of her son's cock, tonguing the length of it. She was happy to suck his dick all day but she needed it's hardness inside of her.

"Okay, now it's my turn." She crawled off of her son's face and walked into the living room. Still wearing her heels, she bent at the waist and leaned over the couch. "Just fuck me, Kurt. Fuck me hard, and fuck me as fast as you like."

She wagged her ass back and forth and Kurt thought he might faint before he got to her. Sliding up behind his mother, Kurt aligned his hips with hers and guided his dick between her drooling pussy lips.

Karen shuddered as she felt her son's big thick cock slide inside of her. She leaned backwards and slammed her ass against Kurt's pelvis. The shock made him shuffle his feet but he soon found his footing and began moving back and forth more easily.

"Oh fuck, Mom! Your pussy feels so fucking good!"

"Much better than jerking off?"

"Fuck yeah, so much better."

"Good. Any time you want to fuck me, you can fuck me. If you want a blowjob, ask me, and I'll suck your cock. I just want to milk the cum out of you whenever you need it, and in return, I want you to fuck my pussy when I need it. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Kurt was into it now, drops of perspiration dripping onto his mother's pale back. He reached underneath and squeezed her utters together, still barely believing that he was inside of his Mom, fucking her with abandon. It was unreal that earlier in the hour, they were sitting side-by-side and not touching one another.

"You like it, don't you son? Fucking your mother? Fucking her wet pussy without caring who sees it?"

Karen abruptly pulled Kurt's cock out of her pussy, turned around and slapped him across the face. He could hardly believe what was going on but Karen was still smiling that devilish grin. She walked over to the couch and kneeled, sticking her ass up in the air.

"Come fuck my cunt, son. Fuck your mother's wet cunt until she cums. Can you do that, son? Do you mind shoving your thick cock inside my sopping pussy until I cum? You can just use me, you know. Use me like a fuckdoll, if you wake up in the middle of the night and need to get off, come into my room, lift my nightdress, lather your cock up with some spit and fuck me."

Kurt scrambled around the sofa and climbed onto the couch, placing his feet on either side of his Mom's knees. He braced himself on her lower back and slid down, impaling her sodden quim onto his stiff prick.

"I'm going to fuck you at least twice a day, Mom, I just hope you're okay with that."

Karen moaned and leaned back, not believing that her pussy was filled completely by her son.

"Just keep fucking me. When we're tired we can go back to the beach but for now, I just want you to get off. Just fucking use me to cum like some kind of slut."

Kurt fucked and fucked until he felt like his balls were going to explode.

"I'm going to cum now, Mom. Gonna cum, where do you want it."

Karen was frigging herself madly, not wanting it to end but wanting to see her son get off even more.

"When you're about to cum, pull out and cum on my face. I want to suck the last drop of cum out of you."

Kurt grabbed his mother's hair as he pumped furiously into her dripping pussy and at last felt like he was going to cum.

"Ahhh, I'm gonna cum!"

"Cum baby, fuck your Mommy and cum on her face. I'm such a fucking slut for my son's cum, cum in my face!"

Kurt pulled out as Karen spun around, still drooling from being fucked so hard. She stuck her tongue out and licked whatever part of Kurt's dick wasn't being jerked and he began shooting rope after rope of cum over Karen's beautiful face. Karen was finger fucking her cunt and began squirting all over the floor at the same time.

The scene was surreal as mother, still in heels and bikini bottoms, pulled to the side, rubbing herself madly as her son towered over her and shot his hot cum all over her pretty face.

At last, Kurt slumped onto the couch. "Wow. That was fucking unreal."

"Just wait until dinner," Karen said throatily, sliding her finger over her face to wipe the cum off. "I think we're going to have an interesting few days." She laid on her back, her big tits flopping to the sides, and began contemplating the next place she wanted to fuck her son.

I just introduced my GF to figging. We've done spanking and light bondage for a while now, but I got tired of her clenching up. Then I read about figging.
So I dressed her up in a schoolgirl outfit. Think Brittany Spears "Hit Me Baby". She's a 1, so she can pull it off.
We have a large, heavy duty coffee table. I padded it and put a lot of pillows position to raise her ass high in the air. Then I tied her to all four corners, arms and legs. Then, positioning myself where she could see me, I sat down with a paring knife and a piece of ginger.
I then told her the story of how figging came about. How back in the Victorian days, when men used to punish their women, they would insert a piece of peeled ginger into their asshole to keep them from clenching. It's a slow ever increasing burn. The more she clenched, the more it burned.
After inserting the ginger, I then proceeded to spank her slowly, gradually building up the strength of my swats as I beat her first with my belt, and then with a strap.
She soon was going absolutely crazy, begging me to take out the ginger. I then worked her clit and pussy with my fingers and then quickly brought her to orgasm.
After a sound beating, once real tears were flowing, I untied her and keeping her bent over the coffee table, I gave her a hard fucking, ginger still in her ass.
We both soon came and she collapsed exhausted.
That was last night. Maybe I'll tell you about tonight later.

I am not one for confessing anything and I am a very private woman. I am Christie and I am 31 and divorced for 3 years now. After my divorce I moved to a new city and got quite a good job with the local council. I am vwey short only 4 foot 10 inches tall. very slim and have ginger hair. My skin is very pale with lots of freckles and almost no breasts, but I always knew I would never have much on my chest as all the women in my family are the same. I had bought a small 2 bedroom house in a small village just outside the city and was very happy. I found this site a few years ago and have become addicted to reading the stories and watching some videos. Now I know some people can be nasty on here and I am writing this more for myself than you, but if this gets you horny all well and good, but if you are going to comment then please only nice ones, if your going to be nasty then please just move on. I hope you all enjoy.

My confession starts in Febuary when one of my friends at work, Claire, just 23 asked me what lucky man was taking me out for Valantines day? She was surprised when I told her that I would be spending it alone as usual and I asked her what plans she had? She told me she was going to be alone too and said we should spend it together. I thought what the hell and said OK and that she could come to mine as I had lots of room and didn't really want to go out anywhere. I put in a holiday for the day after as I am no good the day after if I have been drinking, Claire did the same.
I had cooked a nice dinner for us and as a joke even put a single red rose on the table. I was just about to go in the shower and was just in my bath robe when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it and there was Claire, she was over an hour early, she said sorry but had caught the early train. She came in and took off her coat. She had on a very short black dress and her breasts looked like they were trying to escape. In short she looked beautiful. I told her to make herself at home and that I was going for a shower. As I was in the shower Clare asked if she could use the toilet, I said OK and as my toilet was a wet room there was no shower screen and she could see everything. No one had seen me naked since my ex husband, and before that only one other man, and a few girls way back at school. I saw her pull up her dress and sit on the toilet, I noticed she was not wearing any underwear, and that she was totally shaved. Unlike me, I had a nice red bush, trimmed yes but that was it.
I got dressed and put on my favorite blue dress, we had dinner and some wine and I started to relax a little. We sat on the couch and we talked and the more we drank the more relaxed I got. Claire was very open and the subject soon turned to sex and she asked me what the best sex I had ever had was? I laughed and asked what good sex was? because my ex was a pig of a man who had only cared about his own satisfaction and the only other man I had been with was the man I lost my virginity too and he was not the best and couldn't last very long. I told her my vibrator was my best lover. She giggled and told me she had lots of sex toys. But told me her best sex was when she had a 3some a few months back. I asked her what it was like to be with 2 men, she laughed and told me it was with another 2 women, no men involved at all. Now like most women I had thought about sex with another woman but had never ever acted on it. She told me all about it and as she did I could feel myself get horny. Once she started she couldn't stop, she told me more stories about her very active sex life. A lot of men but more than a few stories were of sex with other women. We got more than a little drunk and the subject turned to my ginger bush, she asked me why I didn't shave and I told her I used to but because of my size and breast size I hated how I looked. I went to my bed that night, Claire in my spare room. I was horny as hell, I had never felt so horny for years. I grabbed my vibrator and started to play, I never thought about the buzzing of it. And was on the top of my bed legs wide open fucking myself. I never even saw the door open, I had not even turned the light out. I opened my eyes and there was Claire, naked and fingering herself watching me. Even my ex had never seen me masturbate and I tried to hide what I was doing but there was no way I could. My vibrator was deep inside me and looking at Claire our eyes met and before I knew it she was on my bed beside me, her hand moved mine away from my vibrator and she took over. She kissed me her tongue pushing into my mouth, I think it was then that I gave into her. She worked my vibrator and as she did her thumb found my clit. I was at her mercy now, she brought me to orgasm quicker than I had ever done before. And no sooner had I came she pulled out the vibrator and licked it dry. She then moved down and her mouth took its place. I have had my ex go down on me a few times but my god nothing like this, she knew what to do to make me squirm and had me at orgasm again so quick, I lost count of how many times she made me cum. I couldn't take anymore and tried to push her away but she kept going using her tongue and fingers. She finally moved away and pulled her fingers from me, ahse moved up to my small breasts and made my nipples wet from my own juice. She kissed me and cuddled me. We must have fallen asleep because I woke around 9am with her arms around me, I felt very confused but also the most satisfied I had ever felt. I got up and made some coffee, I didn't bother to dress and as I was filling up the sink I felt Claire behind me she kissed my neck and said good morning and asked if I was OK? I said I was and she turned me round and kissed me. my hands went to her bottom as we kissed. Her hand went to my pussy and said we have to do something about my bush, I told her I didn't want to shave it and she said we could just trim it. I said maybe but I said I needed food and made some bacon and eggs. After breakfast I said I was going for a shower, she got up and followed me, and we showered together, washing eachother and for the first time ever I touched her pussy. She told me we don't have to rush anything and I was happy about that but as I washed her, my hand went to her pussy so many times. We dryed off and I sat on the bed watching her. She bent down and kissed me and as she did my hand found her pussy again, I slid a finger inside her, she said we had lots of time and moved away from me. She got dressed and left leaving me more confused than I have ever been.

I went back to work and Claire hardly talked to me, I felt very confused and upset, I so wanted to talk to her about all that had happened. Every night I would go home and my vibrator would get a workout as I thought of Claire. Then almost 3 weeks after our night of passion I was sitting at home and there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there was Claire, she was drunk and as soon as I opened the door she pushed in and grabbed me, kissing me and pulling my jeans off, she kicked the door closed and had me naked before I could even say anything, I was on my back on the floor and she was between my legs. her tongue was licking my clit and her fingers deep inside my pussy then I started to cum and she made me cum so many times again. I got up and we went to my bedroom, she stripped off and this time i put my head between her legs and slow at first started to lick, using my fingers i slid a few in, all the while licking her clit for all I was worth. She came and fell asleep. She turned onto her side and her ass looked amazing, i parted it and her little rose bud looked so nice, i touched it with my finger, then my tongue, my ex used to do this to me and it always drove me wile when he did, but she stayed sleeping. I covered her up and went for a drink, I downed a whole bottle of wine and went back to my room, she was still sleeping and opened her legs and went down on her again, she started to cum and as she did she woke up grabbed my head and pushed it into her pussy. She just kept cumming and cumming my face was so wet from her, then she turned over and told me to lick her ass again, I did as she asked pushing my tongue in as far as I could. We cuddled up together and when I woke the next day she was gone. Again at work she would blank me and over a few months she turned up at my door 5 times. Every time she came it was the same, we would have wild sex and she would leave.
Then in May she got fired, I was at a total loss, seeing her at work had kept me going, it was then it came to me, I had fallen in love with her. I called her a few times but she wouldn't answer and I plucked up the guts to go to her flat in the city. It was during the day so I expected her to be in, when I knocked on the door a man answered, I asked if Claire was in and he said she was away for an interview, I was a little confused as she had never said anything about a room mate before, then he introduced himself as her husband, I said she had never said she was married before and he laughed and said she never does, they had got married the year before I met her. I told him I used to work with her and was a little worried about her, He said he would tell her I had called and I left.
She turned up that night mad as hell, saying I shouldn't have come to her home. I told her I knew she was married and asked why she never told me? she said if she had told me I wouldn't ever have had sex with her. I said that maybe would have happened and then confessed I had fallen for her. We made love that night unlike all the other times where it was fast and hard, this was more like real love, very tender and when she kissed me it felt like a lover and not just sex. She was still there when I woke up and she asked me what I thought about her husband? I said he was nice and asked if he knew what she was doing with me? I was shocked when she said yes he knew and whats more he loved hearing all about it.

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