Tailor's work

I am 34, married for 8 yrs, mother of a 4 yr old. Once my husband had an invitation to attend an important congregation of commercial photographers. He wanted me to look at my absolute best on that evening which was a week away. Now, I look tempting for a 34 yr old. I am 5 ft 7" , 36C 30 38 and fair. He wanted me to dress up for the occasion. So, I reached my friend Aruna for suggestions. She mentioned about the Raj tailors. She said that the place was *popular* among women and strongly advised me to try it. She finished the statement with a 'wink' in her eyes which confounded me a bit, but I didn't take it serious by then.

Up until then, I used to do the stitching of my blouses by myself with the knowledge passed on to me by my mother. I decided to try this place. On a hot and sultry June afternoon I managed to find the tailor shop, after shopping my saree and the matching blouse piece. I was sweating by the time I reached the tailor shop, so the cool air from the air conditioning was a great relief when I entered. I was greeted by a 14 to 15 year old boy. "Hello madam ..Please sit down, uncle is busy inside - he'll be back in a minute ". I smiled at him and sat in the comfortable leather chair and relaxed and was skimming through one of the many magazines for women, particularly the one's concerning women fashion. I was thinking to myself, ' very thoughtful of the owner of the...'-- my thought-train was disturbed by a "Good afternoon Madam.". I looked up to see a nicely dressed gentleman with a pleasant smile. I nodded and got up. He said " I am Raj. What can we do for you?". I told him "I need to stitch a blouse - in some modern style. I need to wear it for a special occasion" . He looked at me appraisingly from head to toe and remarked, " we can transform you from an angel that you are right now, to a goddess !". I laughed at the comment. He said, 'I haven't seen you here before madam...". I said 'My friend aruna directed me here' . He said.. 'Oh Mrs. Aruna, she is one of our special customers. I am glad '. and 'winked' at me meaningfully.

'Okay, what style do you want the blouse to be?'. I looked at him blankly. He nodded assuringly and walked to his desk, brought back
a book with a variety of blouse models and told me to take my time.’ I will be around. give me a shout when you have made your choice' and walked away. I was flipping through the pages of the book, clearly overwhelmed by the number of varieties available. He sited my problem after a while, came back to me and said 'may be I could help'. I really needed some help. so I nodded. He took the book from me, shuffled some pages and stopped at one and showed me a back open model tied with laces. 'This is the best model around in town as of today if you are willing to wear this type , it'll accentuate your beauty'. He suddenly stopped. ' I suppose you are married madam.. and I hope its okay with your husband', he trailed off his sentence coated with concern. Still mesmerized by the model, I was replying absently 'It's the idea of my husband that I need to look my best on one of his special occasions'. That was enough encouragement for him and he said, ' Leave the worrying to us and as I said , we will transform you'. He took the bag with new blouse from me with all the right without asking me and started inspecting the blouse piece and started at my boobs for a few seconds and remarked - 'this one would be wonderful on you madam.. please come in . we shall take the measurements'.
I stood up and noticed that he was taking a peek my navel through the pallu during that fraction of a second. Despite being shy and all that I
normally wear my saree low-hip. so he must have had a good 'preview' and he was possibly dreaming about what was about to come. He got up quickly and led me to his 'back-office'. There was some mild classical music playing in the background and the atmosphere was nice. As I was entering I told him about my total inexperience about stitching blouses outside and me doing it by myself till now. 'Oh very good . Relax madam. you are at the right place' he said. He called his cousin, the little boy too for help and took the inch tape and came to me. I was surprised at first and asked him quite innocently,’ Don’t you have women working in your place to take measurements??' for which he laughed and said ' Oh no, we have two, but unfortunately they are off at the moment' and he continued with the same sugar coated voice , ' but don't worry madam. This is absolutely normal these days. men are taking measurements everywhere.' . I felt a bit stupid for asking that question and quickly nodded and tried a smile.

'Okay , so shall we start?' . with that he came close to me and put the tape around my neck and secured it & took my neck measurement and mumbled some numbers which Ganesh (his cousin) scribbled down in his pad. then , he said 'madam , now we shall lower your pallu a bit..' and without waiting for my permission , gently took my pallu from my shoulder and dropped it down !! - still looking straight to my face. I was partly shocked and almost paralyzed for a few seconds. My first thoughts were , damn, why didn't I pin-up the pallu the way I usually do? . I recovered, and was trying to reach for my pallu and was about to bend down. He stopped me with his hands very gently on my shoulder and said - 'relax madam .. please , how can we take measurements without lowering your pallu ? ' He was smiling at me with full confidence and I was defeated by his thorough professionalism. I was thinking , 'after all , he is doing his job' and agreed. (perhaps this was a mistake). I noticed ganesh's eyeballs were almost popping out looking at my boobs and exposed navel. I was thoroughly flushed and shifted a bit. Noticing my discomfort, Raj sent Ganesh to bring some water.. I relaxed a bit.
Raj stood in front of me , ' madam please lift your hands over your head.' . I did so. He came close to me , put the tape around me to take the base measurement . He brought the tape in front, circled it close the base of my breasts and tightened it now securely. By then Ganesh was back with the water jug and took his pad to take down the measurement. Raj uttered - '36' and Ganesh wrote it down. Ganesh .. come I’ll show you this.. while he was saying this his fingers were brushing against the underside of my breasts nonchalantly. I was beginning to get worried a bit and excited a little. Ganesh came close and was intensely looking at my breasts for a while instead of the tape and its position. Raj went on, 'That's the way to measure the base, but madam is wearing her blouse very loose for the back open model so we need to tighten the measurements a bit more..' and with that he inserted one finger on each breast and lifted it up a bit gently and inserted the tape as deep as it can tightened it.. 'see the difference ? it is now 35.5?!' . Ganesh seemed to be at his learning best and was nodding furiously. Ganesh asked, "Uncle..how did you find that it’s too loose?´.Raj said ,´watch it now´,and with that he inserted his fingers under the material of the blouse..his cold fingers brushed my skin and made me shiver a bit. His fingers crept up to touch the base of my left boob to demonstrate how loose my blouse was!! I wished I hadn’t let him do that little demo.
In spite of shamefully exposing my breasts to 2 strangers I was getting turned on a bit. my brown nipples underneath the blouse were betraying me already. I can feel them getting erected with Raj's fingers gently and subtly fondling the underside of my breast all in the pretext of shifting and re-positioning the tapes- very professionally indeed. Ganesh asked , ' Uncle , could I please take the next measurement then?'. Raj nodded to him without even looking at me. He removed the tape out and handed it to Ganesh and said ' Now go behind chithra madam and marking the centre of her back align the tape to the centre of her blouse in the front side (he professionally avoided using the word breasts or any of its equivalent!!) to measure the cup-size' . With a triumphant look of a kid that earned a candy bar, Ganesh took the inch tape and inched closer to me. He circled it behind me while Raj stepped aside and watched him carefully. Ganesh's hands were still cold from holding the jug containing cold water. when his fingers rested on my back to place the tape I could feel the chillness reaching through my blouse to my spine. I shivered a bit. He meticulously brought the tape around me and rested it on the centre. He was happy with the progress he made so far and was shifting the tape slightly up & down right over my now erect nipples. I was watching him do that to me with hands lifted above. At one point he came close to my armpit to check the tape and smelt the mixed aroma of my sweat and perfume and sniffed a bit so openly making me feel uncomfortable. Now Raj told him to tighten the tape saying that the positioning is correct. He tightened it to the point of obscenely pressing my boobs and lingered his fingers over the tape right on my pointed right nipple studying it closely. I felt like dying out of shame right there, since , if not anything - because of all this, my nipples were getting stiffer by the minute and both the men can clearly see this from the close range through my translucent blouse. All I could do was shut my eyes tight which I did. I feebly said.. 'Could you finish it up soon?'. Raj answered with his now trademark coolness..'Relax madam , we will do a pucca & perfect job for you..' with that he took over from Ganesh and proceeded to take the actual measurements saying , 'when it comes to reading the tape - I trust my own eyes and nothing else!' - another display of professionalism to make me feel *better*.. (instead he was succeeding in making me *wetter* down there!).Of course he hadn't failed to caress both my nipples - first gently and then with some pressure on.
He took the tape off and told the measurement to Ganesh .'I have an idea madam, Ganesh bring that model piece back-less one from the store' . with that he sent Ganesh. He said, 'madam , you have to try one of these models to verify the shape and size. After measuring your sizes, I just remembered that I have something of almost the same size.' Ganesh just came back with the blouse.’ Madam try this please.. ' he handed me a nice looking silky backless blouse with lots of strings. I felt that it was a fair thing to try that stuff to get a first hand feel about it before deciding to go for the model .'madam here is our try room' , he showed me to a small room. There were just mirrors and nothing else on all sides. When he saw me looking at the mirrors , with a smile , he said 'for y(our) viewing pleasure'. and turned to leave, and absently mentioned to me - 'oh madam , to get the correct picture please try it without your brassiere, and careful pls.. the floor is wet still.. Ganesh just cleaned it '. with that Raj left.
When I locked the room first thing , I took my pallu off the shoulder, but realized that I couldn't drop it on the floor, so I bunched it up and tucked it in my hip and continued to unhook my blouse. I managed to remove my blouse off completely and only then realized that there isn't any place in that room to hang it. I was first surprised then annoyed. I opened the door to peek my head out. I couldn't find anyone. I was wondering what to do. after a few seconds Ganesh came by and looked amused to see my head popping out of the change room and came towards me. 'Any problem madam ?' he asked. I told him about the lack of hangers and he replied that the carpenter had taken the hanger out with him for some repair that morning and smiled at me. ' I can take the blouse and hang it in the cup-board next door if u want' he offered. I thought about it a bit . 'Don't worry madam .. it's only next door' , he added with an outstretched hand. I sighed and handed him my blouse. He took and was standing still there . I looked at him questioningly. He said 'Your brassiere too .... madam'. I thought for a bit now.. I was very reluctant to give away my brassiere , at the same time there wasn't a place I could keep it without spoiling it and making it wet & dirty. He told once again , 'it is okay madam and gave a big smile '. I told him to wait and closed the door and unsnapped the hook at the back and took it off, opened the door covering myself with the pallu and peeked my head out to see him standing right at the door close to me . 'Here .. I gave him the bra and noticed that he was looking beyond me at the mirror while taking it from me. He was getting an eyeful of the side view of my naked boob from the side through the reflection from one of the mirrors behind me and was smiling (thinking of his fortune perhaps ) . I had shut the door quickly.

I lowered my pallu, wrapped it one more time around and tucked it on my hip. I started trying this model blouse and just then noticed that I would definitely need a second pair of hands to secure all those knots at my back. I managed to wear both the shoulders of the blouse and was thinking about what to do to tie it from behind. About the same time , there was a knock on the door and Raj asked from outside if everything was fine. I said I am having a problem and opened the door to peek my head out. 'I don't know how to tie these... .and let the sentence trail. He nodded understandingly and pushed the door wider saying ' here... let me help you. this is typical problem with backless ones' and came in. He told me to turn around and presumably looked engrossed in his work while trying to tie the knots on my bare back.. His hands were all over my bare back in his attempt to tie zig zag knots. He was trying to pull the last 2 strings together and since it was too tight making me Vince in pain a bit. 'am sorry madam' . he said , 'it is too tight. my mistake ' he was undoing the knots while speaking , 'I shall bring the next size in a min.' , but for that I need the current size as they are almost the same ' and with that in one whisk he turned me around to face him and tugged the tight choli off my shoulder in one surprisingly quick motion and it came down to my braces in his powerful yank. He gently took the silk blouse off me leaving me standing in daze. He made no attempt to look at my naked breasts as I shrieked and covered them up , ad stood there dumb. He left the room before I said anything. I was confused by this and thought that he must be a true gentleman and these must have been a part of his day to day job

He came back in a few seconds with another blouse and knocked and entered. He smiled at me when he saw me standing with my hands covering my naked breasts and placed the choli and on my shoulder and went out. I was in an internal turmoil of emotions by now and my senses were shamefully in fire. I meekly called him after I wore it on my shoulders. I just noticed that this one was sleeveless. HE came in with no formalities and with a busy smile and directly walked behind me and dutifully tied the knots. It fitted me perfectly and he told me to look at myself in the mirror on all sides. Not to mention , the knots were clinging to my flesh and there were small folds of flesh formed on either side of each knot. 4 of them in total in zig zag array. He stepped behind and admired his handy work. He told me to wear the pallu over me . till then having forgotten all about it , a new rush of shame filled in me , I took the pallu and put it over the saree. He adjusted it a bit here and there. He said ,' you look very nice and sexy madam , you may have to expose some more in the hip region to look more appealing . 'One second pls' and he started lowering my saree frills just below navel a bit more than what it was already , 'The frills should begin by at least an inch below navel... and you have a nice deep one to show off proudly and make of fleet of gentlemen raise their eye-brows and women burn with envy.. ' ( like I said this guy knows to talk.. !).

Now , he went back2 steps and looked at me for a while.. "One thing is missing madam , rather in excess" (he smiled).. . "You need to shave your armpits really smooth" . I was a bit confused and lifted my hand and showed him.. "Isn't this good enough?" He came closer and with a broad smile on his face ran his palm along my shaven arm pit. This made me giggle a bit and more horny. He nodded negative saying that it could compete with a 2 days unshaven stub of a guy . That remark made me flush. I found myself saying.. "But I just shaved it this morning... "and trailed the sentence. He said "I shall show you the real equipment." and opened the door and was back in a flash "here ... look at this madam. Ultra modern tri-top razor for women.. and imported cream . As a matter of fact the whole set is imported and the ultra smoothness lasts for days. Want to try??". He looked at me too businesslike with the offer. I was amazes at the equipment kit and ashamed at the thought of shaving my armpit at the tailor's. Sensing my unsteadiness Raj kicked in.. "Please turn madam .. " he urged , not giving me a chance to respond. Then quickly untied the knots. I asked "What are you doing?"... confused . He looked puzzled ... "preparing you madam" and smiled.. "But where is the bathroom.. I shall do it there.." .. "oh no, this is an expensive set of equipment , so please leave it to the master to handle it" .. while saying that he had managed to untie the knots completely and was pulling the blouse off me while I stood daze stuck. He took the blouse from me while I covered myself with pallu withy a feeling I had felt never before looked at him. He walked out of the room with the blouse saying that he will bring some water . While he came back with the water , predictably the blouse was missing and this time he didn't bother knocking . I was hand inspecting my armpit and was caught off guard. He smiled at me and came closer and took my right hand gently and lifted it over me. His face was so close to my armpits and pallu covered boobs. pls hold it there.. He started applying some water and expertly made the region wet. Slowly and smoothly applied the
cream on my underarm area. It was a soft and different feeling. Many a times his hands brushed on to the sides of my naked boobs. He started shaving my right armpit and since it was just shaved in the morning it didn't take long. but every now and then his palm completely rested on my bade boobs and the base of his palm was pressing against my now 100% pointed right nipple. He was done with my right armpit and wiped it dry and told me to feel it. I was feeling it with my left hand at the same time he was coming around me to the other side and accidentally brushed against my back and I could not only feel how nice and smooth armpit was but also could feel how rock hard his erection was behind his baggie hidden trousers. I was in a way relieved to think that he is after all human too and suppressed a little smile. He told me to lift the other hand and did the same to it taking his time and using the opportunities to brush against my pallu covered naked breast.
He was just about done with his shaving and was picking up his tools while he accidentally noticed my navel. He came close to it and bent down and was on his knees all of a sudden studying it close moving my pallu aside . I asked him "what is the matter? " He said "I can see a brow of hair line going down from your navel . " he started tracing it ... " see here " I bent down to see what he meant and nodded. "We shall remove that as well to make this area soft and more appealing, please come with me". I said .. " no please that won't be needed.." He stared at me.." Let's make ivory skin of velvet texture madam" , "Your husband will be very proud of you. Please don’t say no... come with me " and with that he took my hand and took me out of the room of mirrors topless , My pallu was only partly covering my boobs and the typically wide eyed Ganesh now had his eyes turned to globes almost as big as my melons staring at them, while I walked by him.. I did my best to retain my modesty (if there is any left by now). He took me to an adjacent room where there was a cheap cot and told me to lie down. I was very reluctant and tried to back out as I didn't like the setup . The door was open and Ganesh could clearly see from his chair what would happen here. I told him with half tone before sitting on the cot "the door.." Raj said.. "Don’t worry madam no one will come " and pressed my shoulder to make me lie down. The table was looking more like examination table to my imagination. When I turn my head to my side , I could see Raj's hard on clear now close to my face. He made me lie down on my back and moved my pallu aside and bared my tummy completely. He was rubbing his palm in the exposed region below my navel to get the feel of the area.
"Okay we shall start madam. Oh this water is dirty already Ganesh ! bring some water .." with that his one hand rested on my saree frills while the
other pressed my tummy with some pressure to create a gap.. and whiff... he pulled my saree frills as a bunch completely off my hip and out of the
petticoat. I shrieked aloud with shock and excitement. "What are you doing!!!!!?? why did you take my saree off me?? Why do you call Ganesh?" In my confused
state I didn't know what to ask for .. since too much happened at the same time. The next instance I could see Ganesh with the water jug by my side staring
at my shapely boobs by the side of pallu which had considerably moved off its position because of the force with which the saree was pulled off.
"I was eaten alive with shame as 2 strangers were having a feast staring at my naked boobs in such a close proximity and I could do nothing much.


I covered my boobs with the pallu quickly once again , at the same time Raj's smooth hands glibly untied my petticoat knot. For a fleeting moment I missed it until his other hand that was pressing my navel before .. started pushing my petticoat down my hip.. I shut my eyes tight and shouted "STOPPP PLEASE" .. It was too late and Raj had brought it down a bit too far and exposed my private for a brief moment. "Sorry madam I didn't realize that you were not wearing anything inside" ... and he drew the petticoat just enough to cover the region.
He started sprinkling water to the region below my navel and it was a bit cold.. I shivered a bit and my eyes still shut tight with embarrassment. I could feel the presence of Ganesh so close to my breasts while Raj was applying the cream now softly over the skin below my navel and the brush was reaching dangerously low close to my pussy. I was thoroughly shaken by the events so far and almost close to my climax with all that happened so far. My body was writhing with excitement as Raj started to shave that area between my petticoat and navel . I close my eyes with my hands tightly with shame and excitement. Raj's hand was resting on my navel for balance while he shaved with the other. He didn’t miss the opportunity to insert his finger as deep as it could get in my deep navel and gently tickled it by shaking back and forth. He was soon finished with his work there and wiped it with a clean cloth and ran his hand along there and murmured.. " "feels nice" and started drawing a line from my belly downwards till he reached my petticoat . "Madam from your belly till here bush (he poked to make an emphasis and made me jerk) it is very very clean.. but I just noticed that you are sporting a bush below this point.." , " we shall launch our lawn mover operation " .. with that he gripped the loose petticoat around my waist and began pulling it down , together with my saree.. "I had mustered all the resistance I had and said a meek .. "no pls " (which even I didn't hear properly) and heeding to his sudden force lifted my hip slightly to bid my petticoat farewell. He managed to pull my saree and petticoat completely off me in a matter of seconds. I felt my last stitch of clothing travel past my thigh reach the knees and off me .

"Ganesh .. put madam's saree and petticoat together with the rest of her dresses" , I slightly opened my eyes to see Ganesh grinning and taking my clothes away from the room and vanishing and Raj intently studying my pubic area. "Madam you have a very nice structure" . I had kept my thigh as close and as tight as possible and lying there very very conscious that I am totally nude in a broad day light in front 2 strangers. My pussy was so dripping wet , I was ashamed to even think what would happen if it is touched now.. Raj gently but with some force started spreading my thigh apart and made a "cluck" sound after looking my vagina. "Madam we are going to make it 10 times nicer..Relax..." . With that he was in business and I lied with my hands covering my already tightly closed eyes.
" Suddenly I heard another pair of footsteps.. coming close to my face(must be Ganesh) ,, Raj sprinkled the water and started lathering the hair in that area extra lavishly taking time.. I was thoroughly excited and was getting turned on more by the minute. He started shaving off the hair above and the sides of the lip region and was carefully shaving the region below. Half way through he spread the lips wider with his fingers. "Hmm ..nice pink flesh madam" . with that he started stroking my clit just above the lips.. first gently and then with force. He kneaded it with his fingers and pinched the clit. It was too much for me and I arched my hip in air and moaned aloud . I was at the verge of coming but felt that a pair of hands over my head reaching over me and grabbing my bare boobs. I gasped to find that the pair of small hands pinched my nipples. My nipples were pinched in tandem with the kneading of my clit by Raj and let myself out with a loud loud cry. With my hip held high up and my nipples and clit being treated good Raj's other had using the opportunity to trace a line along my butt crevice while I was Cumming. This made me go crazy and what seemed to be an eternity I continued Cumming for about a full minute and half or two I suppose.
Raj's hand was very wet with my juices flowing across and he came by my side and took my hands off my eyes. I was lying still collapsed. Please turn around madam. I nodded and turned. Ganesh was grinning wide and standing by my side . He was sporting a hard on as well which was now casually brushing my cheeks over his half trousers. Raj resumed his position and Spread my thighs wide again and continued to later my butt hole. "I am going to clean this region also madam and make it hair-less" and he started applying his razor with great care to take the hair off the region and at one point he called Ganesh for help. I was wondering what would be that .. and I soon found out. Ganesh was opening my butt cheeks and spreading it wide while Raj applied the lotion there in the hole. It was so humiliating , yet exciting. I felt my body responding for another session. Raj was slowly inserting his already wet finger now in to my butt cheeks while I jerked and shrieked an "OOOPS" .. His finger found the spot and was slowly moving in and Ganesh released my butt cheeks and came in front. He tried to insert his hands to reach for my boobs , but found it a bit difficult as I decided to throw a little challenge. He seemed to think a few seconds and dug his 10 fingers simultaneously on either side of my hip and started tickling me.. At the same time Raj inserted his other hand into my lips deep and started moving his fingers from both hands IN and OUT of my butt and pussy. The tickling and fingering at the same time was too much and I yielded to Ganesh , He reached for my boobs and cupped them .. He caressed the left one while pinching the right nipple gently , The whole set up was too
much and Raj pulled me up so I rested on my knees and my butt was in the air. After a few minutes of persistent fingering of my butt and pussy and fondling of my big melons I was building to another orgasm and was reaching pretty close to it. A few moments before the height of it Raj abruptly removed his hands and taking the cue ,.. so did Ganesh.

I was confused and breathless. Raj smiled at me sitting on the table confused. He slowly started undressing. He nodded at Ganesh and he left the room locking the door. I was in such a state at that point , I could do anything to end that mounting climax. It was too depressing. When Raj took off his trouser I could see a nice thick one behind his boxers. He pushed his boxer slowly off his hip and his stiff cock sprang out.. I was mesmerized and was staring at it. He came closer to me and took my hand and let me hold it. I ran my fingers along the shaft and glided them down towards his balls. and cupped his balls and squeezed it gently. I ran my other hand to the tip of the shaft and started drawing circles very gently. Within seconds I could feel my hand wet with the pre-cum. He smiled and brought my head below. I bent down to kiss it while holding his stiff ass cheeks with my hands on wither side. He surprised me with a force and pushed my head towards his cock and made me take 'his' in my mouth. I ran my tongue along it . Still in the trance. I flicked my tongue in and around the tip of his shaft. It was thick and hard as rock. I was completely complying with my bodily needs, He was cupping my soft melons now and resting his hands on my nipples. he was fingering them gently and pressing my boobs while I was slowly sucking his cock in and out . after a few minutes of this he sensed his mounting feeling and stopped me. He removed his cock from my mouth, went to the corner of the room and came back slowly unwrapping a condom. It was strangely turning me on to see a fully grown man butt naked walking towards me with a stiff hard on. (I had never seen my husband that way) I was waiting with a peculiar never-had-before anticipation.

He told me to bend down and rest on all fours on the floor. "Let’s do something different madam" .. with that he knelt behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks and inserted his cock in my pussy from behind in doggie style. That was another surprise to me. My husband never had me in doggie style. He mounted me with such expertise that I felt like I was doing in that position for ages.. He started humping me gently holding my butt and I was supporting myself with my hands on the ground. After a few strokes he started doing it with force and came closer to my body from behind and held my hanging breasts from either side and started squeezing. I started moaning aloud.... very very loud now as I hadn't experienced this type of feeling / excitement ever before. with each hump from him I could feel 'IT' building inside me.. steadily.
I could hear myself shouting 'aah' aah aah aah aahaaah aah aaaah aah aaaah .... and him slapping my butt chaaaap.... chaapppp.. now and then,. This was so kinky yet an incredible turn on for me and I could feel the mounting orgasm by the minute. He squeezed my boobs with one hand and somehow managed to finger my butt hole at the same time while he was humping.. After mounting and for what seemed forever I felt his body stiffen suddenly and he held me like a strong guerilla and humped with a high speed. I sensed him Cumming and I was at the verge as well.. While he stiffened and shot in me I let out a loud moan at the same time (this is entirely new to me) I was Cumming at around the same time and I realized I was moaning and jerking for a long moment even after he was done before collapsing. I dropped on the floor dripping in sweat.

Raj let me lay in the position for a little while and lifted me gently with smile on his face, He took me to the shower annexed and let me take a hot steaming shower. I had a long relaxed steam bath and when I was done I wiped myself dry with a towel there and opened the door . Raj was dressed by then and waiting for me with my clothes. He took the towel from me and produced a camera .. "for my memories madam.." I was in no mood to resist now and he quickly snapped one with even a little smile on my face. He let me dress up all the while watching me at the various stages of (un)dressing..
He told me "We Shall see us next time madam.. pls collect your blouse the day after tomorrow , let us do a trial ... and I hope you would have a nice time at the party with your husband ".. with the he waved me good bye .. with a meaningful smile.
I just left the place thinking about my friend aruna's remark why this place could be ** popular ** among women!!

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Doctor's examination

My wife is originally from India. When I married her, she was in her early twenties and her family had just immigrated to the US. Having been raised in a conservative background, she was always very shy about her body. I was always looking for ways to make her less inhibited. I wanted her to wear more revealing clothes, and to show off more of her body. I always found it a turn-on to have other men look at her. She had a slim, tight body and never failed to get attention from men wherever she went.

I had to transfer to a new job a few years after our marriage. As part of the transfer, I had to switch to a new HMO and had to select a primary doctor for my wife and I. For some reason, I always found it exciting to think of a male doctor examining female patients. I looked through the list of doctors with their pictures provided by my insurance company and deliberately picked out a white male doctor who looked like a hunk, and signed him up as my wife's doctor.

My wife had to make a preliminary visit to see him just to get the paperwork done. She was a little uneasy about going to him because up until then she had only been to female doctors, both in India and in the US. I did not tell her that I had picked out the doctor for her. She thought that she was assigned to him at random. On the first visit, she had to fill out some forms and the doctor asked her about her medical and family history. After she came back from the visit, she told me all about the doctor and mentioned that he seemed like a very friendly guy.

After-wards, I sent her to see the doctor a few times, usually for minor allergy problems that she used to have occasionally. He usually asked her to come back for another visit to follow-up on the medication she was taking. He also asked her to schedule a complete physical, but she was nervous about it and kept postponing it. I was quite excited by the idea and tried to encourage her to have the physical. She then confessed to me that she thought the doctor was starting to flirt with her during her office visits. She said that he commented on her looks and figure, and often asked personal questions. I told her that it seemed harmless to me and that she should have the physical if she thought that he was a good doctor.

My wife visited him several more times but she never made an appointment for her physical. After a few months, I happened to meet the doctor at the lobby of his clinic when I went to pick up my wife after one of her visits. He was a very impressive guy, tall and fit, with a firm handshake and a friendly smile. He looked older than he did in his photograph; he was probably in his mid-forties. After I talked with him about my wife's allergies for a while, I happened to mention to him that she was a good cook. He said that he was fond of Indian food, and would like to try her cooking sometime. I offered that he was welcome to come over for dinner to our house sometime. To my surprise, he took me up on the offer.

The doctor came over to see us the following weekend. My wife wasn't very happy that I had invited him home, but she still cooked a big meal for him. When he came over, she was wearing a simple ankle-length skirt and blouse, and she had her long hair tied in a knot. She was very petite and slim, and looked almost like a teenager. During dinner, I caught the doctor often stealing appreciative glances at her body. He complimented my wife on her cooking, and then continued to compliment her on her looks and figure. He said that he found Indian girls to be very attractive. My wife started blushing and it seemed like she was starting to like the attention she was getting from him.

He asked me more questions about her and how I met and married her. I told him truthfully that she was a virgin when I married her, and that she had not been with any other guy before or since. My wife blushed deeply when I said it, and pretended to be angry with me. I was starting to get turned on by my wife's embarrassment and decided to take this as far as I could.

After we finished dinner, he spotted a family picture of my wife on the wall. She was wearing a sari in the photo. He told her that she looked lovely in the photo, and said that he would have liked to see her wearing a sari. I asked my wife to go and change to a sari. She was reluctant, but I insisted and she left us to go and change. I poured the doctor a drink, and we went to the living room to watch some TV. We continued to talk about my wife, and he said that I was a lucky man to have a wife as attractive as her. I thanked him for the compliment and told him that my wife had told me good things about him and that I was glad to have him as her doctor. Somehow I was getting turned on by the idea that he was obviously attracted to my wife who was much younger than him.

My wife joined us after a while wearing a beautiful red sari and stood before us. He immediately went to her to have a closer look. My wife had untied her long flowing hair. It reached nearly till her hips, and covered much of her back. He held her hair up with both hands to look at the sari closely. Since her blouse was cut low in the back, much of her shoulder was bare. She started blushing again, very aware of the show she was giving to both of us.

He then asked her how the sari is worn, and I explained that most of it is wrapped around her waist and one end is placed over the shoulder. He was surprised that there were no buttons or snaps to hold it in place, and gently lifted the end of the sari that was covering her shoulder and moved it away from her body. The small blouse that she wore under the sari was tight and made of very thin cloth and the outline of her bra and the shape of her breasts were clearly visible. She didn't expect him to do this so quickly, and she protested mildly, folding her arms across her breasts to cover up. I told her not to be shy since he is her doctor. She reluctantly dropped her hands giving him a good look at her figure.
My wife has relatively small breasts, but they were firm and well shaped, and a hint of her perky nipples was visible from even under her bra. The blouse was cut low in the front as well, and a little bit of her cleavage was visible. The blouse reached just below her breasts and her midriff was bare. She always wore her sari below her waistline, and since she had a very small waist, her navel and belly looked gorgeous above the folds of the sari.

He then dropped the end of the sari to the floor, and asked her to turn around, to give us a view from all sides. I already had a boner and was starting to wonder how far this would go. He asked her what she wore under the sari. She first blushed and pretended to be mad at him for asking, but then told him she wore a skirt. He knelt beside her and slowly raised the lower folds of the sari to reveal a little of her petticoat (underskirt) in matching red. He lifted her skirt to her knee, exposing the smooth skin of her calves. He then playfully asked her what she had on under the skirt. She didn't answer him, but she blushed deeply. He pretended to put a hand up her skirt, but she wiggled free of his grasp and got away from him. She looked flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. He let her go, and we sat down again.

She then re-adjusted her sari and sat on the couch next to where we were sitting. I asked the doctor about the medication she was taking. He said that he had recommended a full physical for my wife, but that she had failed to schedule an appointment. He looked disapprovingly at my wife, and she started stammering an apology. I asked him what kind of tests she needed to have done. He said that she would need a basic exam and some special tests based on her medical and family history.

He then asked me whether we use birth control and if I wanted to get my wife started on birth control pills. I told him that we had been using condoms till then and that it would be a great idea for her to start taking pills since neither of us liked condoms much. My wife turned red as the conversation turned very intimate. The doctor said that he would have to give her a pelvic exam and a breast exam before he could write a prescription and offered to make an appointment at his clinic for a physical for her the next week. My wife seemed nervous upon hearing this but she did not have much choice at this point.

I told him that my wife was embarrassed about having a physical from a male doctor, but that it was perfectly OK by me. He said that it is quite normal to be nervous during a physical the first time, but that I was welcome to accompany her during the exam if it would help make her more comfortable. This sounded very exciting to me and I eagerly agreed. I joked with him later about how nice it was to be able to see many girls naked as part of his work. He admitted that it was interesting for him, but that most of his female patients were old women and it was nice to have a pretty girl like my wife to be his patient. My wife blushed upon hearing this and she seemed pleased to hear the compliment.

The doctor called us the next day to confirm the appointment for my wife's physical a few days later. It was unusual that he was handling the appointment himself instead of letting his office do it. It was clear to me that he was quite eager to have her in for the physical. I was eagerly looking forward to it as well. On the day of her physical, my wife spent considerable time getting ready, and I noticed that she had groomed herself meticulously. She wore a floral blouse and a flowing skirt that reached just above her ankles. She wore her best makeup and perfume and had given herself a manicure and a pedicure. I could tell that she was nervous and a little excited at the same time.

At the clinic, we were taken to the examination room where a nurse came in first and measured her height and weight and then took her temperature, pulse and blood pressure. She then left and then the doctor came in to talk to us briefly. After some small talk, he pointed to the gown provided by the clinic and told my wife that she could change into the gown if she wanted to, or she could just keep her street clothes on if she was more comfortable that way. He then left us, presumably to give her time to change. My wife looked at the skimpy gown and decided against wearing it.
The doctor came back after a few minutes. He was his usual friendly self and he kept up the small talk as he started examining her. He first checked her eyes, ears and throat. He examined her neck and shoulders, and listened to her heart and lungs with a stethoscope. He then asked her to lie on her back on the examining table, and raised her blouse till her abdomen was fully exposed. He started feeling up her abdomen firmly with his fingers. My wife trembled slightly at his touch. He explained as he examined her liver, spleen and other internal organs thoroughly, at times inserting his finger under the waistband of her skirt and panties. He then asked her to turn over to lie on her stomach. He raised her blouse to the middle of her back, and examined her kidneys and spine.

He then asked my wife to get up and undress to her waist for her breast exam. She hesitated a bit, and then sat up on the table and started undoing the snaps on the front of her blouse. I helped her to remove it off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra. She undid the snaps at the back of the bra, took it off and sat up, with her hands crossed in her lap. Her embarrassment at sitting topless in front of the two of us was obvious. She looked very attractive and vulnerable at the same time. My wife has nicely shaped breasts with perky dark nipples, which stood out clearly. He asked her to raise her right hand and then started checking her right breast. With his bare hands, he felt up her underarm and all around her breast in a circular motion with three fingers pressing the flesh of her breasts. He asked her if she ever had a discharge from her nipple. She said no, but he still pressed a finger on her nipple, bending it to one side and lightly squeezing it. He then lowered her arm. He repeated the same with her left breast, while holding up her left hand over her head with his other hand. He asked her if she ever did breast self-exams and she said no. He said that she should do them regularly in the same way that he just did, and placed his hand again on her breast to show her the area to cover.

He told her she could put her clothes back on. I watched as my wife put her bra back on and then I helped her with her blouse. He then told her that he would do the pelvic exam next, and that she could keep her skirt on and just remove her underwear. She blushed upon hearing this, and reluctantly got down from the table. She then awkwardly reached under her skirt to lower her panties. As she stepped out of them, I noticed that they were lacy black panties that matched her bra. He helped her to get up on the table and asked her to lie down and then slide down the table. He raised her skirt to the waist and gently spread her knees apart. He lifted each of her feet onto the supports on the examination table . He then switched on the spotlight directly above the examination table. My wife's legs, thighs and pubic area were completely exposed, and her light brown skin glowed in the spotlight. Her pussy was very smooth and cleanly shaven, which is the way she usually kept it. It seemed that she had waxed or shaved her legs especially well for her exam, because she did not have a single hair visible anywhere.

After talking briefly about pelvic exams, he spread her pussy lips gently apart. He ran his finger along the outer labia and spread them open a little. He spread a drop of lubricant on his fingers and inserted his index finger into her pussy gently. I thought it was unusual that he did not wear gloves as I had expected. He explained what he was doing as he went on examining her insides for a while. Her pussy lips were slightly moist and I noticed that his finger too was moist when he withdrew them. He explained that he was going to examine her cervix. He rolled one finger around her cervix and pressed it lightly against it. My wife squirmed a little, but he continued. He then also added his middle finger and I watched excitedly as his fingers disappeared inside her pussy. He said that he was trying to check her uterus and ovaries for any abnormalities. He had big hands and I found it very arousing to see two of his fingers inserted up to the third knuckle inside her pussy. He twisted his fingers around inside her pussy, checking it from every direction. With his fingers inside her pussy, he felt up her hairless pubic area with his left hand, pressing down firmly with his fingers.
He then got a speculum and gradually inserted it in her while holding her pussy lips apart with the other hand. She winced when she felt the cold material entering her. I was amazed at the view he had of my wife, with her legs spread obscenely apart and her cleanly shaven pussy on display, held open with the speculum so that he could see deep inside her pussy. The insides of her pussy looked very moist and pink. My wife looked a little uncomfortable and nervous, but it seemed that she had gotten over her initial embarrassment. He checked her cervix closely with the speculum, and took a sample for a Pap smear test.

He then said that he would next check her rectum for hemorrhoids or other abnormalities. She had clearly not expected this and neither had I. He removed her feet from the supports and asked her to turn over and lie on her stomach. I watched excitedly as she turned over and he raised her skirt to expose her buttocks and thighs completely. She has a nicely rounded bottom, and it was a stunning sight to watch my wife's ass being so clearly exposed in the spotlight. He separated her legs a bit till her anal area and even her pussy was clearly exposed. He left her in this embarrassing position to go to the cupboard to get a pair of latex gloves. He put on the gloves, then squeezed out some lubricant and smeared some on his gloved index finger. He spread her butt cheeks apart with his left hand and inserted his index finger gently into her ass. My wife gasped and grabbed the edge of the table tightly as she was not used to any anal contact. He told her to relax her muscles as he inserted the finger all the way in and rolled it around inside her. He continued to check for about a minute. When he was done, he took some tissue and wiped the excess lubricant from her anal area.

He wrapped up the rest of the exam in another few minutes. After he was done, he helped her get down from the table. She put her panties back on and sat up on the table. He explained more about the birth control pills, gave her some free samples, and asked her to start taking the pills every day. He told us to use condoms for another month because it would take a few weeks for the pill to be effective.

I found the whole procedure quite arousing and couldn't wait to get back home to fuck her. When we got home, I was pleasantly surprised to find her to be quite responsive to my caresses. As I entered her, I found her to be as wet as she had ever been.

After a couple of days, my wife called me at work one evening and excitedly told me that the doctor had called to tell her that her test results were normal. She had talked to him for a while on the phone, and he had ended up inviting himself for dinner. He was on his way to our house and she was cooking dinner in a hurry.

I deliberately stayed at work for another hour and took my time getting home. When I got home, I found them in the kitchen. He was tasting the food she had prepared. My wife's face was all red, and it seemed like there was some intense flirting going on.

We had a nice dinner and I found that our conversation had become much more intimate no doubt partly because he had seen my wife naked just a couple of days ago. He asked us if we were still using condoms as he had told us to. I told him that we have been using condoms every day. My wife blushed at the implication of what I said. He told her that she would probably enjoy sex more after we stop using condoms, because she would be able to feel it better. This kind of talk was turning me on, although my wife was painfully embarrassed. I told him that we sometimes have sex without a condom when it is a safe time of the month for her. I said that she likes it better when we do it without a condom, but that I do not come inside her for fear of her becoming pregnant.
He then asked me if she enjoys sex. I told him that she usually does not come during sex, but she climaxes easily when I finger her or when I go down on her. My wife was so embarrassed she covered her face with her hands, but we ignored her. He asked next if we use a lubricant or whether she has enough natural lubrication. I said that we usually use some lubricant, but that we don't need it if I caress her long enough, because then she gets quite wet.

He then asked me if I wanted him to check her out to make sure everything was all right. He had a slightly evil grin on his face that told me that he wanted to more than just check her. It sounded good to me however, and I told him to go ahead. He got up and sat next to her on the couch. He put his arm around her and gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her lips. She looked at me like she couldn't believe what he was doing, but I told her it was all right. He asked me again if it was OK to kiss her and I smiled to indicate my approval. He held her head with both his hands and started kissing her in earnest. I thought it was best to leave them alone for a minute, so I excused myself pretending to go to the bathroom.

When I came back, he had picked her up and placed her on his lap, and he was still kissing her deeply. She had her eyes closed and mouth open. His tongue was exploring her mouth and she seemed to be melting in his arms. I wasn't bothered at all by this and in fact found it very sexy to watch them together. I dimmed the lights and sat on a chair at the other end of the room and watched them intently. I watched as he held her head with one hand, and put his other hand under her top to caress her breasts over her bra. I could tell that my wife was very excited and she seemed to tremble at his touch. Very soon he raised her hands to remove her top over her head, and then slowly unhooked the thin white bra she had on and let it fall to the floor. She seemed giddy with excitement, and eagerly opened her mouth again as he continued to kiss her. I could barely believe that my wife was sitting topless on another man's lap, but the sight was incredibly exciting to me. He was more than a foot taller than my wife, and she looked very tiny next to him.

He then got up, lifted her off his lap and laid her on her back on the couch. He then knelt on the floor beside her, and kissed her passionately on her mouth, and then moved down her body, covering her neck, breasts and belly with kisses. My wife seemed to be in another world altogether, and was responding to his touches with giggles and moans that seemed to excite him even more. He slipped one hand under her skirt and started feeling up her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up to her thighs showing her legs and bare feet. Her toenails were painted pink, and her feet looked very shapely and delicate. He started kissing and licking her feet and legs, tickling the soles of her feet mercilessly for a couple of minutes as she laughed and thrashed about uncontrollably. He then reached under her skirt and lowered her panties and removed them, as she lifted her buttocks to allow him to take them off.

He resumed kissing her neck and boobs and licking her nipples with his tongue. He slipped his hand up her skirt again. She started squirming and it was clear that he had a finger or two in her pussy. He continued fingering her for several minutes while he went back and forth between her nipples. Finally he withdrew his finger. It was dripping wet. He tasted her juices and then suggestively slipped the finger in her mouth and made her lick her own juices.

He then turned to where I was sitting, and asked me if I could give him a condom. I hadn't expected things to proceed this fast, but I went to the bedroom, got one and gave it to him. I guess this was his way of asking my permission to fuck her. My wife seemed surprised by this as well, but before she had time to think, he gave the condom to her. He then unbuckled his belt, lowered his jeans and revealed a very visible erection within his jockey shorts. He then motioned to my wife to put the condom on him. She hesitated for a second and looked at me and I told her to go ahead. My wife got down, knelt on the floor and then lowered his underwear with his help. His cock was very stiff and pointed almost straight up with a prominent pink head. She struggled to get the condom packet opened, and then tried to put it on him. She had never put on a condom before since I always did it myself. She fumbled with his cock and the condom for a while, trying to get it on. His cock was thicker and longer than mine, and I was fascinated to watch her handling his cock. After she was done, he stepped out of his jeans and shorts, and laid her on her back on the carpeted floor and lifted up her skirt all the way, revealing her smooth thighs and pubic area. He placed a cushion under her butt to position her pussy at the right height.

He kissed her briefly on her pussy and flicked his tongue over her clit. Her brown pussy lips looked moist and inviting. He then parted her legs, folding them at the knees and raised them till her knees were above her chest. He knelt beside her and entered her effortlessly. He started with slow, deep strokes. My wife bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, wincing occasionally when he thrust deeply into her. I could not see her pussy clearly from where I was sitting, but it was incredibly erotic to watch her with her legs spread widely apart, and his butt bobbing up and down between her legs. His skin looked very pale against the golden brown complexion of her legs. He kept this up for a while and then started thrusting harder and faster, causing my wife to let out a grunt as he entered her each time. She was not used to this, because I was usually much more gentle with her. I suspected that it was hurting her a little, but she did not say anything or to try to stop him. She was also breathing faster and started to sweat a little.
He continued thrusting harder, occasionally stopping to catch his breath. He clearly had a lot more endurance than I did, and it took quite a while for him to come. As he was coming, he started grunting loudly and thrust into her ever more vigorously. After he was finished, he rolled over to the side and they snuggled for a while, completely ignoring me. He rolled her over on top of him and made her bounce on his softening cock until it slipped out of her. My wife seemed tired and sweaty and had a look that said that she had been very well fucked. He asked her to remove the condom from his cock and she disposed it off. He then asked for a napkin. She grabbed a napkin from the end table and wiped off his cock, which was covered in his cum. I was surprised because she had never done this for me. She then gathered her clothes and ran to the bathroom to clean up. As the doctor put his underwear and jeans back on he told me that he thought my wife was very sexy and that he really enjoyed making love to her. When my wife came back, he kissed her passionately again. He soon left thereafter.

My wife was a little nervous after he left, worrying about what she had done, and wondering whether anyone would find out. I assured her that it was OK with me, and that the doctor would be discreet about this (which he was).

The doctor called my wife again the next week to chat, and asked if he could stop by again. When she asked me about it, I happily agreed. I found that my wife didn't seem to object anymore either, and had in fact already invited him to visit again.

He showed up the following weekend with a bouquet of flowers for my wife, which of course pleased her very much. He gave her a big hug and a kiss on her lips as he came in.

Just when she started serving dinner, he made her take off her blouse and bra and told her that he wanted to enjoy looking at her breasts for the rest of the evening. My wife reluctantly agreed. I found it a huge turn-on to watch her topless as we sat at the dinner table. I opened a wine bottle and made sure that all of us had a couple of glasses to drink.

After dinner, he immediately started cuddling with her. This time he undressed her fully and he also got completely naked. They cuddled naked on the couch for a while. He had a nice build and it was clear that he kept in good shape. He was taller and quite bigger than me. He had broad shoulders, a hairy chest and strong arms, all of which my wife seemed to like.

He then picked up my wife and made her sit on his lap and started nibbling on her tits. He put her down on the floor and sat up straight on the couch, took her hand and placed his cock in it. He motioned her to come closer to his cock and my wife understood that he wanted her to suck him. My wife had given me blowjobs a few times before, but only as a prelude to sex. He caressed her hair and brought her head closer to his cock, and she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.

She had deep red lipstick on and it was a wonderful sight to see my wife kneeling on the floor and taking his cock into her mouth. He was circumcised, and his cock looked very different from mine because of his white skin, the bulbous pink head, and the light brown hair that covered his pubic area. He instructed her to do various things with her mouth, like licking up and down the length of his cock, flicking her tongue across the head of his cock, and kissing the underside of his cock and his testicles. He would then again have her take his cock into her mouth with her lips wrapped tightly around it, with his hands guiding her head up and down the length of his cock. She got the hang of it quickly and started doing it without his help, holding onto the base of his cock with her thumb and index finger. When he was close to coming, he would stop her and ask her to lick around and below his cock. This was repeated several times, until his cock was covered in her saliva and smeared lipstick.

Unlike the first day, I sat very close to them this time, so I had a very clear view of all this. When he finally started coming, his cock was still inside her mouth, but he pulled out quickly and his cum fell on her chin, neck and breasts. She acted like she was grossed out, but he made her hold his cock and pump him until the last few drops came out. He then made her kiss his cock again. He was starting to go soft again, but he asked her to continue to lick his cock till he was hard again.

When he was erect again, he fucked her on the living room floor as he had done before. This time he didn't use a condom, and came inside her when he finished. She then ran to the bathroom to clean up, and came back after a while with a damp cloth and wiped off the cum and her juices from his cock.

From then onwards, we saw him on several weekends. He would stop by on a Friday normally. He would always bring a nice gift for my wife, including expensive items like jewelry occasionally. Sometimes he would stay overnight and leave the next morning.
He got her to do many things she had never tried before. He liked to be quite aggressive with her and treated her more roughly than I ever did. She didn't seem to mind it much, and I let him push her around a little bit. He clearly enjoyed the power he had over her, and especially seemed to like to take her in front of me. His favorite was to do her doggy style on the floor, or to have her sit on his cock and ride him. She had done neither of these before. He would usually make her face me, so that I could see the expressions on her face. It sometimes took him a while to get an erection. Usually she had to suck him for sometime to get him up. But once he was up he took a long time to come. He taught her to rub her clit as she was riding his cock, and she learned to get herself off this way. He also got her gradually to let him come in her mouth. She first used to spit out his cum, but eventually he got her to swallow most of it as her came in her mouth.

When he stayed over, he would sleep in our bed with us with my wife in the middle usually wearing only a T-shirt and panties. He would spend much time cuddling with her, and would usually fuck her in the morning as I lay next to them watching. When he took a shower in the morning, he would take her with him to the shower and have her soap, wash and dry him off. She was happy to go along with his demands and I didn't mind it much either.

We also went to his place several times. He had a nice condo in the city. He had a well-stocked bar and he liked to play drinking games with my wife, usually getting her very drunk. She gets drunk easily and is a lot of fun when she is drunk. We made up several silly games designed so that my wife would lose and would have to take off her clothes or perform various sex acts on him or me. He had a small collection of porn movies that we watched together. My wife had never seen any before and it was an eye-opener for her. We got her to try to imitate some of the girls in the movies.

We never did a threesome. Sometimes he would ask her to suck me or to have me fuck her while he just watched us. I always preferred to watch them do it. Those days I used to fuck her almost everyday, so I didn't mind holding back on those days when saw the doctor. It was very exciting for me to watch my wife with another guy, especially an older white guy who really seemed to get off on doing it with a shy, married Indian girl.

We continued this for several months, after which we had to move to a nearby town and saw him less often. My wife continued to see him as her doctor for a couple more years. He even continued to do my wife's annual exams. Of course, I always went with her for her exams and they never failed to arouse me.

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Amusement Park Ride

You just never know when one of those moments is going to come along that you will never forget; one summer weekend, Sandy Becker and her husband, Jim, were planning a fun day at a popular amusement park with some of their friends. Not only was she very excited about many of the thrill rides, but because she knew her husband's coworker, Mark, would be there as well.
Sandy and Mark had always had a flirtatious relationship, but, as she was married, and he was usually involved with someone, it never went further than trying to see who could make the other blush harder. Mark had been Jim's friend way before they started working together. Often, Sandy would find herself lost in reveries about Mark; no wonder: the 34-year-old man was tall, with nice wide shoulders and incredibly strong hands, which felt like they could crush hers if he wanted. He had wavy black hair, and a set of green eyes that seemed to stare deep into Sandy's soul in a brief instant. She tried to regain her composure as her husband asked her opinion on their agenda.

"Get a grip on, Sandy!" She thought to herself as her knees began to weaken and her pussy began to tingle. She quickly sat down and grabbed a glass of wine, as she continued to be stimulated by the sexy, forbidden images in her mind.
Sandy knew that she was very attractive; standing 5 feet 7 inches tall, with long, dark blond hair, somniferous almond eyes, and the most luscious lips, the wife's 27-year-old body was made for loving. It had always been said that she was "leggy" with a perfect set of long, slender legs and a narrow waist. Her figure was beautiful, due to a strict training routine, being 36C-23-39. Even in her discreet work uniform, she was stunning and that had brought multiple unwelcomed sexual advances from her peers.

Although she didn't like the idea of cheating, and had always turned down any propositions, she couldn't help but secretly fantasize about Mark, and the sizable bulge in his jeans, which made her ask herself whether it was all balls, or mostly cock. Sandy continued to think about the handsome man, and her pussy began to tingle more than before. She did not know why she was turned on so much by him, but her arousal was beginning to reach epic proportions.
"It's all set, dear... They all thought it would be a good idea..." Her husband snapped her back to reality. "Too bad Mark is not going to make it, though... It certainly won't be the same without him..."
"W-Why?" Sandy couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice. "What happened?"
"He has to look after his brother Josh..." Jim explained.

"Oh, please..." Complained the lithe, tanned beauty, throwing her long hair over her shoulder, eyes glowering, and pink-painted lips in a tight line under a cute, narrow nose. "Mark won't be able to make it because he has to take care of his lewd younger brother?"

"You don't have to be mean, dear... Josh is just a kid trying to find his own space..." Retorted Jim. "Mark's parents are busy this weekend and asked him for a hand..."
"He is a 18-year-old pervert, that's more like it! Mark constantly has to bust out his sorry ass, because the kid won't stop stealing porn from the next door rental!" Sandy pouted. "I'm sure there is something we can do to free him from that burden..."
"Come to think about it..." Her husband seemed to have an idea. "What if Josh joins us? I'm sure he would be thrilled to go... That would keep him busy and out of trouble... What do you think, dear?"

"You have got to be kidding me..." Sandy lifted her eyes, chin jutted. She couldn't stand the sight of the obnoxious kid, but that was the only way she would be able to meet Mark, and maybe try something more. She had an expression of grudging acceptance of her husband's latest crazy assignment: babysitting the sexually obsessed boy.

Walking away muttering, Jim's words could be heard echoing down the hall. Calling back, "We are leaving at nine am sharp, tomorrow, so be ready to go at quarter of with your duffel bag packed. We're staying the day..." Jim's eyes squinted in sardonic satisfaction.
*** Following day ***

Sandy stared at the landscape that filled the summer painting outside the car's window; at least she could enjoy the nice view. The heat waves flowed over, around and through everything, clutching them in its hot, clinging grasp. It was so bright that, at nine o'clock in the morning, the asphalt appeared to be covered in a thin layer of water, reflecting the sunrays and casting halos of golden light all around. Leafy trees stood like weary sentinels, swaying in the gentle embrace of the warm breeze, their skin glimmering in the soft glow of the reflected light.

Sandy felt a quiet affection for the scenery and the spell it was casting over her. She could really use some time under that hot sun, but that wouldn't be the case for her, she morosely thought. She was feeling a bit frisky and decided to wear a white dress that clung to her body like a second skin. The thin dress shaped itself around her curves, emphasizing her large 36C tits, which stood proudly without any bra under the thin material. Her slim waist lightly accentuated by the cut of the fabric, and, while the eye would have been drawn to the low cut, loose neckline of the dress, showing 4 or 5 inches of Sandy's magnificent cleavage, which looked overmatched trying to confine her firm breasts. The dress was cut low to reveal her ample cleavage while short above the knee to reveal her fabulous legs and contour her perfect heart shaped behind, and the white thong she chose to wear underneath cut tightly around her luscious ass.

"Wow, dear... You really look beautiful... You know it drives me crazy when you wear that dress," Her husband whispered as he gently rubbed her knees.

"Yes, I know, lover... That's the point... Make all those other guys jealous that they can't have me," she lied, smiling; she couldn't wait for Mark to check her out.
Jim was getting aroused but there was little he could do at the moment, so he softly whispered to her "I'll deal with you later..."

Soon after, the group arrived at their destination; the park seemed to be crowded, with lots people enjoying themselves. They parked the car at one of the last remaining spots, and Sandy grabbed her husband's arm as they headed towards the entrance.
***

"Hey, guys..." Mark greeted his friends outside the main gate; he and his brother Josh had just arrived, as well. "Hi, Sandy..."

"Hi, Mark..." She grinned, trying her best to hide her excitement. "Glad to see you made it..."
"Why, Mrs. Becker, you look lovely today..." Josh interrupted; his eyebrows immediately raised and eyes thoroughly examined Sandy's full, pert breasts, nipples stiff from the car's air conditioner.

Sandy self-consciously held an arm over her breasts, heat rising in her cheeks as she felt the hard little nubs of her nipples poking outward. She almost regretted wearing her low-cut, soft, super-thin white dress and no bra. Tilting her head down, the faint silhouette of her pink areolas was just visible through the near-sheer fabric.

"Oh, great... The boy will never take his eyes off me the whole day... It's not my fault... I thought I was going to an amusement park to have some fun, not to a bizarre kindergarten." She thought.

After exchanging pleasantries with each other, the adults finally headed for the main entrance. Not without the dirty Josh sneaking a bolder look at Sandy, however; he couldn't help but appreciate the sight of her slender legs with lots of skin showing under the short skirt. His eyes lingered on her toned, bronze thighs, and then moved to the exposed bottom curve of her cute ass. Licking his lips, his smirk washed off fast when his eyes lifted to see Sandy furrowing her brow at him and tugging her skirt down a bit.

At that moment, Sandy noted that he was arranging himself via his hand in his pocket. "Dirty young perv," She thought to herself, rolling her eyes.
***
They paid the required fee at the entrance and decided to walk around the place first before choosing the rides to go on. The group intended to visit all the smaller attractions before heading to the major ones. Their first stop was something called 'the Pirate ship'; it was a suspended ship, swaying from one side to the other. The people on it were screaming and the group concluded it couldn't be that bad and decided to try it out.

Next, they went to do the bumper rides and it was fun; Jim said he'd watch so the rest of them went and rode the bumper cars while Sandy's hubby captured the moment on camera. The group were laughing and bumping into each other; the ride was too short though, the space wasn't enough for the cars and it was sort of an anti climax; they moved on to the next attraction.
***
A couple of hours later, the group was ready to experience the main rides; they had decided to grab something light to eat, first.
"Hey, Sandy..." Josh approached the beautiful wife, while she headed to get something cool to drink.

"Not now, kid," she quickly attempted to dismiss the eager boy, without showing the least sign of embarrassment. "And it's Mrs. Becker to you!"
"I thought we could skip the formalities," Josh insisted. "Considering how close you are to my brother... You seem to like him so much..."

"But of course I care about him," Sandy agreed. "He's very kind and sweet, more than I can say about you... So I say we stick to the formalities!"
"Oh, come on, I've seen the way you look at him..." Josh interrupted the gorgeous wife. "Mark is a good-looking guy, I can understand how charming he can be, but you can't deny all the sex tension between the two of us..."

"Sexual tension? Us?" Sandy was quite angry by his bold assertion, but couldn't help but start laughing out loud, almost hysterically. "You are a really fucked up kid... Do you even know what the expression means?"

"O-Of course... I-It's... Huh..." The boy attempted a witty comeback, but decided to simply remain silent.

"You know, kid..." Sandy addressed him, after regaining her composure from all the laughter. "Even though you are nothing but a twisted, perverted individual, at least you have the guts to approach a woman, which is not something common nowadays; I'll give you that... However, don't embarrass yourself thinking you have the slight chance with me..."
"When it comes to women, I certainly do a whole lot more than talking," he harshly stated, upset that she would always look down on him. "You may be calling me a kid and laughing now, but let's see who will be the one laughing when I shove my big cock all the way up your tight little pussy... I bet you will scream like a virgin when I bury my fat dick to the hilt into your hot cunt and show you what is like to be truly fucked... Who knows, maybe you will even fall in love...
Hummm, I wonder if you are shaved too..." Josh pushed his luck.

"Excuse me?" Sandy's eyes turned red, the boy had gone too far, she couldn't believe his audacity. She remained self-confident, though, and decided to teach him a lesson. "Well, if you must know, I keep my pussy neatly trimmed, just the way my husband likes... Oh, and I can assure you that I am virgin-tight indeed! I would certainly love to feel a big, fat cock stretching me... Tearing me open... I would do more than just scream... I would beg to be fucked like a little whore... I would ride it bareback and take endless loads of hot cum up my womb like a cheap slut... Hell, I would even milk it dry, swallowing every last drop... Too bad you won't ever be able to see for yourself, asshole! And if you ever talk to me like that again I will have your ass thrown in juvie, am I clear?"

Josh wasn't expecting Sandy to be so straightforward nor blunt; he had never felt his cock so hard in his entire life. He didn't know what to say and just lowered his gaze to the ground.
"That's what I thought," Sandy smiled and walked away, having achieved her goal. "Now go jerk off your pathetic penis somewhere far from here, before I change my mind and have you tossed in jail, loser!"
"Bitch!" Josh mumbled, after he was sure she couldn't hear him.
***

After several hours, the group of friends had taken her on every single ride in the park! Sandy was feeling so emboldened by this experience that she wanted to make her day a real thrill! As they were walking through the park, she had noticed a Japanese style garden that was isolated from the main throng of people. She asked Mark to go there with her to relax from all the adrenaline they had been pumped up with, and catch up.

So, Mark followed her in. They found a secluded hedge deep in the garden near a pond. There was a lamppost that was a little over grown by the hedge as it faced the pond. No one was around them at the moment, so Mark stood there and leaned against the post, which gave him a relaxed stance while he gazed into the beautiful pond. Sandy stood right next to him.

Without warning, she loosened his belt a few notches and then slid her hand down inside his briefs to find one surprised cock! She began to rub it, and, as she did that, it rapidly grew to full size. Mark couldn't believe what was happening. Here they were, in broad daylight, at a very crowded theme park and she was stroking his cock right then and there! He was more nervous than her now about this thrill ride. He was so afraid that at any moment anyone could walk around that hedge and catch Jim's wife with her hands down his pants stroking this big bulging cock! Now she was in control of this ride for sure. It was such a turn on for her to have such spontaneity in doing him like that. Mark was getting so much pleasure from this ride, much more than any of the ones we had been on all that day.{PAGEBREAK}
Mark was close to cumming, when the thing he feared the most happened. A group of old ladies came strolling nearby where they could see the daring couple. Mark froze and immediately told Sandy what he had seen. She couldn't see them because she had her back to them, and all her attentions were on his large cock.

As soon as he told her, like a flash, she hugged him with her free arm, while her body pressed tight to his to hide what her other hand was doing. She then laid a big deep kiss on him. Her tongue began to passionately dart in and all around his mouth. As group of women spied them, they assumed they we engaged in some heavy kissing and hugging. So, they decide to give them their space and move on out of sight. They had no idea what she was up to. Sandy could be fast on her feet when she wanted to.

As soon as she realized that they were back alone again, she began to work his cock like a woman on a mission! All the while, Mark was still paranoid about being caught. Sandy had built up so much courage from all the thrill rides of the day that this one was no different to her!
"Maybe we should go to a more 'reserved' place..." Mark winked at her.
"Where?" She devilishly smiled.

"How about the 'Haunted Mansion'?" He proposed.
"Uhmmm... Kinky..." Sandy removed her hand from his pants and licked it clean as if it was an amusement park treat, just to tease him. "I like the idea... Meet me there in 15 minutes..."
***

Sandy entered the 'Mansion', the walls of the room were dark, bloodstained versions of their former selves, and it ran from the walls and began to spread across the floor toward them. The pavement had been replaced with cold, rusted metal grating that clanged with every step they took. Sandy stepped out of the room, the corridor outside was warm and dark. It stretched off to the left and right. It went down as well, the floor nothing more than rusty chain-link fencing over a black void. Vertigo threatened to topple her. She leant against the doorway for support. From some distant place, weird sounds could be heard, a grinding, squealing noise of metal in pain.
The blond wife stumbled out into the corridor. The walls were metal, bare and rusted in places, and coated with peeling paint in others; the set up looked very real to her. She turned to the right and set off down the hallway, the grating floor groaning beneath her feet. There were doors set into the walls at regular intervals, but none that she could open. They all seemed to be locked.

Up ahead another corridor bisected the one Sandy was in. There was a squeaking noise as well, that rose and fell with regularity. It was getting steadily louder and, therefore, closer, but from which direction she couldn't tell; it just kept getting darker and darker. She reached the intersection of corridors and looked; nothing to the left or right, and nothing straight ahead.
Sandy returned to the intersection of the corridors to decide her best course of action; maybe it wasn't the best idea to try her bold move in a place like this. This particular spot was very dark, almost pitch black. Suddenly, she felt the presence of someone sneaking upon her.
"M-Mark?" The blond wife hesitated, clearly afraid.

In the darkness, she couldn't distinguish any facial features, but she noticed Mark nodding, as he pulled her close to him and started kissing her full on the lips, his hands all over her hot body, pulling her even closer to him as he grabbed her ass.

"God... You scared the shit out of me..." Sandy laughed, relived. "Are you sure no one is gonna show around here?" She teased him; he could feel her delicate hands rubbing the bulge in his pants, until she couldn't take anymore of the teasing and just release his huge erection from its confinement. It was so large that she started stroking it with both hands, trying to get it even harder.

Soon enough his hand was inside her panties and rubbing her already wet pussy. Sandy was losing herself in all of this, she felt her head slide down his chest and stomach until it was eye level with his cock. Then she did it, she stuck her tongue out and swirled it around his cock head.
Sandy grabbed his stiff man-root just under the head and relished the raw heat from his throbbing, swollen cock. Eyes locked onto that huge thing, Sandy surprised herself, even, by leaning forward and opening her mouth over the big, enlarged, head, washing it with her tongue. Her soft, pink lips, closed around the head and she sucked, moving her mouth down a bit on his shaft, and then back up to his head, always applying pressure with her tongue -- a trick learned over the course of her sexual life.

The beautiful 27-year-old blond wife was down on her knees; her mouth and throat stuffed full with another man's dick, not just another man's though, her husband's best friend. She sucked furiously on his hard, 10-inch shaft, her red lips sliding up and down fast while she bobbed her head ruthlessly up and down the entire 10-inches.

His cock was way too big to go all the way down on, but she tried anyhow, wanting to feel it go all the way back into her mouth. She got about five inches in and gagged a bit as his huge head began to go down her throat. Not quitting yet, she willed her throat to relax, and took two more inches of his shaft between her lips. The head, so deep down her throat now, caused her to gag violently, so that she had to pull it out of her mouth quickly, leaving gobs of saliva that made strings between her tiny lips and his mammoth penis head. Mascara ran down her cheeks with tears from the gagging.

"You're too big, Mark", stated the stunning wife between throat clearings. "But I love it."
Without another word, Sandy dove again, forcing the huge head deep down her throat until the gagging was unbearable, and then sucked all the way back up to his head, culminating in a licking of his little slit. Her beautiful, golden locks of hair cascaded down onto Mark's lower abdomen and thighs, loving the feel of her soft, silky hair against his skin. She gripped the base of his shaft with both of her small hands and jerked up and down, following the path of her squeezing lips, and got into a rhythm.
Mark began moaning with pleasure.

"He never felt anything like this in his life, I bet," thought the blond wife, sucking and gagging relentlessly on his huge, overheated head and shaft. Her saliva was dripping from her mouth, making a loud sucking sound, echoing off the tiled walls. Her hands became slick with it, helping to lube his shaft so she could go faster, and grip it tighter, wanting him to come, to spray his seed, to taste his seed.
Mark started panting and moving his shoulders left and right. His hips pushed up to meet Sandy's next gagging throat thrust, and the cocksucker knew that her slow-witted charge was about to explode at any moment. She gripped even tighter and sucked his cock in so deeply, that her whole upper body convulsed as his slippery head tickled deep inside her throat. She held it there, tears running down her cheeks, mascara making little black blotches in the floor below.
With his cock all the way in her mouth, the head deeply gorged down her throat, he finally came. Her hands felt it first when the veins at his base pulsed. Hot sperm exploded out of his huge head in a warm, gushing gob deep down her throat, forcing a burning swallow. Sandy backed the head out of her throat, gasping for air, saliva running down her chin, as another shot of hot seed popped out. With several inches still tightly stuffed in her mouth, his burning spooge plastered the roof of her mouth, and deeper, forcing another strained swallow.

Pulling it all the way out, Sandy spit out a mouth full of runny sputum mixed with sticky come. "On my face... On my face!" shouted the blonde bombshell, exultant. His next blast did just that; no sooner was his cock out of her delicate mouth, he grunted savagely and the first long white stream of cum squirted, arcing up and landing on Sandy's face. It splattered obscenely over her left eye and ear, running down her cheek to her mouth. Mark sent another string of white sticky goo upwards, seemingly in slow motion, followed by another and another. The wife's hands never stopped milking the seed from his huge shaft, as gobs of come came to rest on her face, like the icing on hot-cross buns.

As she was moaning and licking it off her upper lip, he groaned again and another huge cord of semen spewed out of his big dick and onto her countenance. One coated her forehead and her hairline. Another splashed on her chin and a third sprayed right into her open mouth.
"Wow, Mark," she said in awe, almost afraid of all the hot cum being dumped over her. "I've never seen so much cum in my life!"

His dick kept blasting. A second load on the chin, then another. A stream right into her right eye. Two on her nose. Her face and neck were coated, but his balls didn't seem to be done yet. Sandy felt the piping-hot come hit her in the face and hair. She opened her mouth and caught a couple more shots in her mouth, greedily swallowing his sperm. Desiring to be smothered in it, she moved her face around, getting absolutely doused as she did so.

His pulsing cock waned. Sandy took him into her mouth once more, loving the taste of his warm come oozing out of the end of his penis as the last of his seed was expended. She kept on sucking until the sticky-salty taste was no more. Experimenting, the young wife sucked his partially-limp cock deeply into her mouth and back down her throat, no gagging this time. Satisfied from feeling a bit more of his come leak down her throat, she pulled her head off his snake, leaving trails of saliva which she wiped away.

"MMMMmmmmmmmmmmmph!" Sandy moaned loudly around his dick as it once more rammed down her throat
"Do you have a condom, baby?" Sandy stood up and turned around with her back towards him, giving him a view of her perfect ass. She was breathing heavily, leaning her body back against his.
She noticed him nodding no.

"Fuck it! I want you inside me, Mark... We don't have much time before my husband is going to wonder where we are at..." Sandy begged. "Come on, sweetie," she said. "Hurry up and stick your big cock in my pussy."

Mark reached around her, cupped her breasts, and began to play with her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "You can do that while you fuck me," she said in an altered tone, her eyes closed tight the whole time. "Pull my panties off and give it to me... I've never been so horny in my life!"

Sandy hiked her skirt up to her waist and held it there; she felt her cunt juices dripping into her little panties. Her firm, round ass was barely covered by her little white panties. Mark reached over and touched her ass cheeks. He squeezed and pinched them. Then he put his hand inside and played with her bare ass. His other hand was in the small of her back, holding her against the wall. Sandy leaned forward and thrust her hips toward him, on her tiptoes. Mark finally grasped the waistline of her panties and pulled. They were so tight on her big hips that they barely budged. He hauled back on them at arms' length, scooching them down in a see-saw movement. Tug by tug, her bare cuntlips appeared.

He got her panties down to mid-thigh. "Oh, shit, that's good enough," she panted. "I can't wait any longer." Sandy was so wet she could fee her juices flowing out of her and running down her legs. "Fuck me, baby! Give it to me doggie style, Mark... I need your big dick inside me right now! Slide it in and start pounding me!" She swiveled her ass hornily and looked over her shoulder, her eyes still shut tight.

He started rubbing his huge cock head up and down the length of her wet pussy.
"Come on!" She grunted as he continued to tease her little slit. "Put that big thing inside of me!"
He smacked her ass hard, and she jerked forward. Sandy's tight little pussy lined up over his cock when she jerked back. She then dropped down, slowly, and, once the head was in, he tore into her, pushing at least six inches of his massive cock into her cunt. She was wracked with shrieks of painful pleasure, fighting every fiber in her being to accommodate his thickness. However, before she could take another breath, he slowly slid two more inches into her sweetness, forcing a shocked gasp from her lungs. He leaned further, wrapped his arms around her, and began to massage her breasts.

"Oh, fuck! So big... It feels fucking wonderful!" Sandy braced herself wall, trying to obtain enough leverage to take the huge cock being shoved up her tight cunt. "I want that cock so bad, Mark... I need that big cock in my pussy, it feels so fucking good!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, unafraid of being heard.

Her tight pussy seemed to stretch beyond possible. "Oh, yes. Oh, Mark!" She cried out even before the hilt of his cock reached her lips. "Ugh, sweetheart," she grunted. "Fuck my cunt with that big thing! Oh, this is going to be the best fuck ever!"

Holding most of his length inside her, he let her catch her breath, and then, in a violent scene, he withdrew until only an inch of cock was left inside her pussy, and slam-fucked her as hard as he could, his prodigious length allowing him to stroke so deeply in her. Then, all ten inches were inside her. He started sliding his big, long dick in and out of her fast and hard, just like she seemed to want it. Her pussy sucked at his cock and made a squishing sound with each stroke. Mark held his full length inside her, listening to her hyperventilated gasps. And, on the next torrent, he fucked her with all his strength, and the room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking session.
"WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!"

Sandy was biting her lips and a tear had formed in her left eye. She wiped it and began to "oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh" as he punch-fucked his huge cock into her womb. She felt as though she was being torn from his size. The blond wife knew she would be so sore the rest of the week, since she had not been fucked by her husband for a while. It hurt, but God, it hurt so damn good!
She didn't allow herself a stray thought about the man himself. She only wanted to be fucked, and fucked properly. And Mark was doing a damn good job of tearing her pussy to shreds. God, he was a fantastic lover.

She briefly wondered what his girlfriends were like to endure this kind of wonderful punishment whenever they wanted. But these thoughts were distracting her from the way her body was reacting to him. Her back arched from the violent intrusion into her womanhood; Mark resumed his long, strong, violent strokes, forcing as much of his 10 inches into her craving, sopping pussy in a relentless brutality, pouring into her as hard as he could, shaking her wildly.

"Ugh! Ooh, yeah, baby, satisfy my pussy with your big pole... All the way in and out... Give it to me, baby! Ooh, yeah! Harder!" She began lunging back to meet his thrusts. "Oh, God... Your big balls are touching my clit!" He grasped her waist and pumped harder, and his pelvis stared making loud whacking sounds against her ass. Her large tits were banging against her arms and the seat was rocking from side to side with a loud squeak.

Mark grunted as he fucked her with deep full strokes.
"Fuck me, baby, ram your cock all the way in on every stroke! Ooh, yeah, your big boy makes my pussy feel so good! Ugh! Oh, Mark! Give it to me! Fuck me... Fuck me hard!"
Mark started thrusting his cock all the way in and out.

"Ooh, darling, it feels great, but pump faster. I'm so fucking horny!" She yelled. "I can't get used to your size, baby! You are so fucking huge!" She finished. Then her tone got very nasty again. "Ooh, yeah, Mark, give it to me... Come on, big boy, we're not supposed to do this to this out here, so you'd better make it worth all the guilt..."

He speeded up his strokes. His balls were slapping loudly against her ass and her tits were taking off again.
"Ooh, yeah," she snarled. "Pound me, baby. Slam my pussy with your big, long, hard cock!"
He thumped her even harder.
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"Oh, yes, honey! Fuck me! Oh, God, yes. Yes! Oh, yeah, baby. Oh, honey, I'm cumming!" She shouted at the top of her lungs.
Sandy reached up with both hands against the wall and pushed back as her hips began to spasm. They drove up against him wildly, lifting them both off for three or four of his strokes at a time.
"Oh, sweetheart, don't stop! Oh, fuck me, baby, keep pumping your cock! Oh, now, yes... Yes... Yes... Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, Gawd, yes! Fuck me, Mark! Ohhh! Oh, God! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Finally, her grip lightened; he eased his strokes and caught some of his breath. It looked like his orgasm was on its way. His balls tightened and his cock head was swelling. Soon, Mark groaned behind her, and continued to slam into her hard.
"Oh, fuck! Ohhhhhh! Ummmmm!" Sandy groaned loudly as she bounced up and down and felt her big tits being squeezed, her long blonde hair swishing back and forth from the speed and intensity of the illicit fuck.
"Ummmm... Oh!" She groaned loudly. "You're so much bigger than my husband!"
Mark groaned back at her, enjoying as she pushed herself against him roughly.

"Oh, yeah... It's so hard! So fucking hard! Uhhhh!" She groaned, her eyes tightly closed as she was being rammed hard. "Oh, fuck, Mark! You are such a bad boy... Ummmmmmmm! Oh, yeah! You are fucking your friend's wife so good! Oh, ummmmmmmm! Yeah! So fucking good! So much better than Jim at fucking me!" Sandy groaned out, pussy still slamming back and eyes still shut tightly.

Mark kept grunting and pounding his large cock all the way in and out of her tight cunt.
"Yeeeeessssss!" Sandy shouted, her hands against the wall, she was pushing hard, so hard her knuckles were white.

Mark growled, as he plowed into her again, he was close now.
"Oh, fuck! Pump your big dick into me like only my husband should! Oh! Ummm! Yeah! Oh, you are fucking me so good! Oh, you're so fucking big and hard! Oh! Ummmm! Oh, it's like a fucking baseball bat is fucking my pussy! Oh! Ummm! Yeah! Oh, cum inside me, lover! Oh! Fill me up, Mark! Cum inside me! Cum in my pussy! Knock me up! Pump me full of your boiling spunk!" Sandy groaned loudly as Mark's hands used her tits to pull her back hard on to his invading rod.
Hearing those words from the hot blond wife and the feeling of his long hard dick sliding in and out of her tight pussy made Mark's balls begin to tighten; he moaned loudly.
"Oh! Ummmmm! Yeah!" Sandy groaned in pleasure. "Ohhhhhhh!! Ummmmm!! Fuck!" Sandy groaned even loudly and began to shake and thrust back harder.
Mark groaned loudly and pulled Sandy back towards him with her hair and thrust his hard 10-inch dick into her and shot his wads of cum deep into the wife's pussy.
"Yeeesss! Don't stop, I am cumming all over that huge, hard cock of yours! Yes! Right there! Keep fucking me!" She moaned loudly.
Mark's dick continued to shoot his hot cum deep within Sandy's pussy as he held himself deep within her. Sandy was shaking and shuddering still underneath him, her eyes squeezed shut and her back arching as far as it would bend, still with her hair in Mark's grasp. Those large firm mounds with nipples hard and erect were proudly sitting on her chest, wobbling and shaking from side to side as Sandy shook in her throws of orgasm.
"Ohhhhh! So good!!! Ohhh!! Never been so good!!" Sandy moaned as her shuddering finally started to subside.
Finally Sandy's orgasm ended and she collapsed onto the floor. Mark's orgasm also ended and finally feeling the exhaustion of such a tiring session of work he collapsed onto Sandy's back, dick still buried to the hilt in her pussy. He let go of her hair and just lay there, listening to her breathing, she sounded asleep.

Mark rolled off the well fucked housewife; he got on her feet, straightened his clothes and left the dark corridor, leaving the blonde housewife still lying on the floor, dress up over her cunt, and his cum oozing out of her pussy. Not before he retrieved her panties, which were tossed over the dirty floor.

"Asshole..." Sandy pouted at Mark lack of manners; he fucked the shit out of her and didn't even have the courtesy to help her up! She laid there for several minutes, reliving what had just happened. The blond wife looked like a mess: her makeup was streaked from the excitement; her hair was sticky, covered in sweat and sperm; her skirt was still punched up around her waist. She could see her swollen cunt lips and feel the large globs of fluid rolling down the insides of her thighs. She saw drops of cum on the floor; her entire chest was beet red.
Sandy drew in a deep breath as she adjusted her top gingerly over her tender breasts. She looked around for her thongs, but they were nowhere to be found. Slowly, she admitted to herself that that was the best fuck she had ever had. She still felt ashamed, but she knew she loved it.

At last, Sandy got up, found her way out of the dark maze and sneaked to the nearest bathroom, to get cleaned up. She looked down and focused on the baby juice dripping from her sore pussy; her nostrils inhaled the dusky smell of sex. The brutal fucking by Mark had filled her womb! Sandy let her mind slip back the moments before, as her nipples hardened at the scene imprinted deeply in her mind. The continuous long hard cock imbedded deep in her being. She whipped all the spunk that had drenched her, reapplied her make-up and straightened her clothes. Outside, the day was in full swing. Nobody seemed to miss her, to her relief. She began making the rounds again, making small talk. Twenty minutes later, Mark, came over to her and chatted with her and her husband as if nothing had happened between them.
Sandy was feeling very guilty about what happened, but couldn't help but smile at what she was now considering her "adventure"; what if she really got pregnant by the illicit fuck session? Soon, though, all that culpable emotion would be past her. Another thought came to her and her smile deepened and she even let out a little chuckle to herself; the image of his hard 10-inch dick impaling her made her sore pussy tingle.

"Hey, big boy..." The hot wife teased Mark as soon as her husband left them alone.
"Sorry about that, Sandy," Mark apologized. "I didn't mean to leave you waiting there..."
"Yeah, right..." She laughed.
"I mean it," Mark continued. "It was just that Josh disappeared and I had to look for him..."
"W-What?" Sandy turned pale. "You weren't there at all...?"
"Hey, guys..." Jim interrupted the conversation, before Mark could answer. "You won't believe what Josh just told me... Come on, Josh, tell them..."

"Well, look what I found..." The boy retrieved the item in question from his back pocket: a pair of lacy panties! Josh unraveled the undergarment and it was clear that the recent owner had indeed had some kind of sexual relation because the crotch was pasted with dried pussy cream and cum. Not only was it obvious, but looking at them one had to wonder what a large amount of dried semen there was. "I watched as a couple had sex in a deserted corridor at the 'Haunted Mansion', it was really wild... I took the 'souvenir' after they left..."

Sandy was at a loss for feelings; she immediately recognized her own sexy underwear! She was well aware that Josh didn't witness anything... The beautiful wife thought she was having sex with Mark, but it was his little brother fucking her all along! Suddenly, Sandy felt sick; she was also catatonic as she tried, in vain, to fathom what was being said to her. She had just been screwed, literally! By a hung, perverted, 18-year-old boy, to make things even worse!
"Can you imagine it, dear?" Jim asked his wife, laughing. "What kind of girl has sex in an amusement park? She must be very easy, to put it nicely..."

Little did Jim know that the girl he was referring to was no one other than his own wife; not only had she swallowed an immense load of the twisted teenager's cum, but he'd also shot globs of his hot seed deep into her unprotected pussy after fucking her relentlessly. But of course, the husband didn't know his lovely wife could have been bred like a cheap slut by a kid.
The guys all laughed, while Sandy faked a smile, feeling the boiling spunk running down the inside of her warm thighs, from her sopping cum filled pussy. Her womb was filled with the sticky substance, which continued to leak out of her swollen and reddened pussy lips.
"Why don't we all go to the 'Mansion'?" Jim suggested, giggling. "Maybe we get to see something like that again..."

"I don't think it's such a good idea..." Sandy tried to dissuade her husband.
"Nonsense, dear..." Jim gathered the group of friends and headed for the attraction, waving for his wife to follow the group. "It will be fun..."
The blond wife had no other option but to silently go after them; as soon as she entered the dark environment, Sandy felt a hand over her top encased tits. She was shocked. Involuntarily, she backed away. "What happened? You don't seem to be laughing now..." The teenager leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Unless you want your husband to know the true version of the story, you better let me feel those big tits of yours..."

Slowly, Sandy moved backed to him. Josh put his hand back on her breast. He squeezed it hard, feeling her nipple become erect. He slipped his hand inside of her top, touching her bare tit flesh. First, his palm pressed against Sandy enlarged nipple. Then, he tweaked it between his thumb and forefinger. Josh pushed her skimpy fabric aside, exposing Sandy's gorgeous soft breast. He squeezed and pinched her naked tit. Sandy stood still before him, half dressed and in shock as his hand worked on her breast. As he moved over to her other tit, pulling the top of her dress all the way down, she begged him.
"Please, Josh..." Sandy plead. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier..."
Josh chuckled as he continued to feel her up; "Aahh... Poor little baby girl Sandy... Already whining?" He moved his hand down and grabbed her shapely behind. "Imagine how you are going to be when I shove my fat cock up that lovely ass of yours..."
Sandy turned pale and involuntarily gulped, goggling...
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