Naughty Stories
Rollie Lawson
Naughty Stories
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Naughty Stories
Copyright © 2021 Rollie Lawson
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ISBN: 978-1-304-73133-3
Lessons
Chapter 1 - Questions
Bethany looked at her watch again, though it was only two minutes since she had last glanced at it. She was nervous, but she wanted to talk to her aunt, privately. She and her brother, Brad, were spending the weekend with their Aunt Kate and Uncle Bob and her two cousins, Joe and Billy. The menfolk had just left the house to go fishing, ‘drowning worms’ as Uncle Bob called it. Bethie had turned down the offer to join in.
Aunt Kate noticed her niece fidgeting on the couch and looking out the picture window. She asked, “What are you watching the clock for, Bethie? You look nervous as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs!”
Bethie jumped at the voice and looked behind her nervously, as if she had been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. She replied, “Uh, I was just wondering if the guys were going to be coming back.”
Kate said, “Sorry you didn’t go? I can call them and ask them to come back for you.”
“NO!” said Bethie, a trifle more forcefully than she intended. “Sorry, but no, thank you.”
“What’s up, Bethie?”
Bethany Ann Mulvaney smiled at her aunt. The girl was a beautiful young woman, fifteen years old, five-foot five-inches tall, with a classic hourglass build. She weighed 120 pounds and measured 36-24-36 and had auburn hair. She was known as Bethie to family and friends, and Bethany Ann to the teachers and nuns at her school, part of Our Lady of Perpetual Redemption Roman Catholic Church. Her father called it Our Lady of Perpetual Tuition; the students called it Our Lady of Perpetual Frustration.
“Remember when you once told me that I could ask you anything about…you know?”
Kate Maggiore grinned. She was Bethie’s mother’s younger sister, and though thirty-six, she had the same curvy build as her niece. The same as her sister and mother, too. The only big difference was that Bethie was still growing. She was still only a C-cup, and not the DD-cup of the rest of the women in the family. “You know, huh? Care to be more specific?”
Bethie blushed. “It’s just…well…I mean, I know why we come over here once a month for the weekend, and why the boys come over to our place two weeks later…and…”
Kate laughed. “Oh, God, the dread secret is out!”
“Aunt Kate!”
“Just what do you think happens on those weekends?”
Bethie blushed again and blurted out, “That’s when my parents have sex, when we come over here, and you and Uncle Bob do it when the boys come to our house!”
Kate laughed loud and long at that. After a few minutes, she said, “Not precisely. Listen, would you like some coffee or something?”
“Iced tea?”
“Come on. Let’s get some tea. If you’re worried the guys will come back and hear us, don’t worry. We can hear them stomping around a mile away.” Kate stood and went to the kitchen, with Bethie following. She took a couple of glasses from the cabinet and filled them with ice, and then poured the iced tea. She sat down at the kitchen table and said, “Sit.” Bethie sat down across from her, and Kate said, “Now, what do you want to know about sex?”
“Uh, what did you mean, not precisely?” replied the teen.
“Bethie, we have sex more than once a month, quite a bit more,” admitted Kate.
“Then why the weekend visits?”
“For privacy.”
“Huh?”
“Bethie, if it was just the sex, we get plenty of that already. Your Uncle Bob and I have sex every day or two. The same goes for your parents. That isn’t the issue. The issue is having some private time just to ourselves. We get that on the private weekends.”
Bethie asked, “Is that when you do the…uh…weird stuff?”
Kate stared for a moment. “The weird stuff?”
“You know, the weird stuff!”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Just what is the weird stuff?”
“Uh…” Bethie turned red again.
“Bethie, let’s start at the beginning. Just what do they teach about sex over at Perpetual Redemption?”
Bethie shrugged. “Not much. Basically, not to do it and that birth control is wrong.”
“Not surprising,” sighed Kate. The parochial school was highly regarded and well run, but like all Catholic Church-operated schools, they had a major blind spot regarding human sexuality. “Okay, so have you had sex yet?” Her sister Jenny had told her that they had allowed Bethie to begin dating.
“NO!” answered Bethie, but she looked away as she said so.
“Bethie?”
“Well, not really,” admitted the girl.
“Uh huh. Not really. Bethie, just what have you done? I know you’re dating. Your mother told me so, and that you were going out with a nice boy a year ahead of you,” said Kate.
“Well, yes, Todd and I are going out. We can only go out on Friday and Saturday, but he’s funny and smart and kind and…”
Kate smiled as she listened to her niece go on and on about her boyfriend. The girl had it bad! She remembered back to her own teen years and shook her head. “Okay, got it, Todd is the second coming of Christ. Now, just what have the two of you been up to?”
“Aunt Kate?”
“Do you hold hands? Do you kiss? Do you go parking up off Kilgallen?”
“Aunt Kate!”
“You think you guys are the first people to go parking up there?” Bethie blushed and her aunt asked, “So, give! What do you two do?”
“Okay, so we hold hands and kiss,” Bethie admitted.
“And go parking?”
“Yes.”
“Am I going to drag this out piece by piece? Bethie, just tell me what the two of you are up to. We know it’s more than kissing and less than sexual intercourse. Lots of room in between. Now, give!”
Bethie sighed and nodded. “Okay, yes, we go parking and get in the back seat and stuff.”
“And did his hands go places the nuns wouldn’t approve of? And did yours?” asked Kate.
Another nod was forthcoming. “We’ve been kissing and a couple of weekends ago Todd started touching me…I mean my shirt, not my pants…and it felt good…”
“I am guessing really good, too. Just how far did he get? Just touching? Or did your shirt get unbuttoned?”
Bethie blushed and nodded. “It didn’t have buttons, but he pushed it above my breasts and got my bra loose. That felt really nice.”
Kate nodded. “Anything else happen?”
“Not then, but last weekend we went parking again, and that time he began kissing my breasts, and that was just…amazing! Then, when we took a break, he unzipped his pants and pulled his thing out, and he asked me to touch him.”
“And did you?”
“Uh huh. Just for a few seconds, and then he sort of exploded all over. It was kind of gross, but then Todd started sucking my nipples again, so I played with his thing again. He got real happy when he exploded a second time.”
Kate said, “Sounds like fun. You’re on the pill, right? Your mother said you were.”
“Yeah, but we didn’t do that. He wanted me to do weird stuff, though,” said Bethie.
“There’s that expression, weird stuff, again. Just what did he want you to do?”
Bethie lowered her voice and said, “He wanted me to, you know, put my mouth on this thing!”
Kate began laughing. “That’s what you consider weird? A blowjob?”
“Aunt Kate!”
“Bethie, I thought you were talking about something strange, like your Uncle Bob wanting to have sex with me while we were wearing chicken costumes or something!” Kate laughed loudly. “There is nothing weird about a blowjob!” Kate kept laughing, pissing off her niece.
Bethie decided to leave, but Kate took her arm and kept her sitting. “Sorry about that. Okay, let’s go back to basics. So, if Perpetual Redemption isn’t teaching you anything other than sperm and eggs, just where are you finding out anything else?”
“Allie and Collie and Kelly and I sometimes hang out after school and look at stuff on the Internet. We tell our parents we’re studying, you know. You don’t plan to tell Mom that, do you?”
Kate smiled. “We’ll see. So, the bunch of you are learning about the wonders of human sexuality from the Internet, a font of accuracy if ever there was one. Would you like to learn the truth about what the pair of you were doing up on Kilgallen?”
Bethie nodded. “Okay.”
Kate nodded. “The first thing to know is that if the church says it’s bad and it involves sex, then it probably isn’t bad. So, all that stuff they tell you not to do with boys? Knock yourself out! Have some fun!”
“Aunt Kate!” giggled Bethie.
“The second thing is that nothing is weird. That thing with the chicken suits? For some people, that is what gets them off, so for them, it’s not weird. Another thing to remember is never force anybody, and never do anything you don’t want to. No means no, and that goes for either of you.”
“Okay.”
“Now, forget the words they use in the textbooks. We are going to use the words people use.” Bethie nodded but looked confused. “Words like tits. Todd wasn’t massaging your breasts. He was playing with your tits and sucking your nipples. You weren’t feeling good. You were cumming harder and better than you ever have with your own fingers.”
“Aunt Kate!”
“Oh, get real. You going to tell me you don’t get yourself off? You don’t play with your tits? And your pussy? Remember, real words for real people. It’s not your vagina and labia and clitoris. It’s pussy and lips and clit,” finished Kate.
Bethie giggled at that. “Okay, real words. Yes, Todd sucked my tits and rubbed me through my pants, and I came, hard. Is that real enough for you?”
“Getting there. Now, when he unzipped his pants, he didn’t pull out a thing. He pulled out his cock, his dick, his prick. And when you touched him, you were giving him a handjob, and when he exploded, that was him cumming. The stuff that came out was his cum, his semen, his juice. Guys have more names for that stuff than you can imagine. And it feels just as good to the guy as what he was doing to you.”
“Okay.”
“Now, what your boyfriend wants you to do is give him a blowjob. That’s not weird. That’s normal. It’s kind of the next step. Guys love getting their cock sucked. Learn to give a good blowjob and you have the ultimate control over them,” said Kate. “Have you ever seen this stuff on the Internet?”
“Yeah, but it seems so dirty,” replied Bethie.
“It’s not dirty. Is your pussy dirty?”
“No!”
“Neither is a guy’s dick. Besides, if you suck his cock, you can then ask him to lick your pussy, and that is just sheer heaven!”
“Gross!”
Kate laughed. “Bethie, if it feels good when you play with yourself, it feels even better when somebody else does it with you. The thing is, once a guy sees your pussy, he’s going to want to put his dick there. Get him to lick you a few times first. That will get your pump primed, so to speak.”
Bethie protested, “I never said I was going to have sex with Todd!”
“Bethie, you are already having sex with him. You just haven’t had intercourse yet. Everything you are talking about, getting undressed, heavy petting or whatever, handjobs and blowjobs - all that is part of sex. Sexual intercourse, screwing, fucking, whatever you want to call it, that’s the next step.”
Bethany Ann Mulvaney simply shook her head in disbelief. She had started out with a simple question about why her aunt and uncle, and her parents, were keeping the kids away some weekends. Instead, it had become a question-and-answer period about her own dating. She wasn’t at all sure what to do next. “Uh, Aunt Kate, what does any of that have to do with why Billy and I come over here once a month and why Joey and Jack come over to our place once a month?”
Kate Maggiore laughed at that. “Just getting some background information. Technically, your sexual knowledge has nothing to do with what happens those weekends. Still, without a better knowledge of sex, it won’t make sense.”
This confused Bethie even more. She said, “Okay,” without really knowing what she was saying okay about.
‘You were asking if we spent the time when you guys were away having sex, but I already told you that we have sex the rest of the time anyway. So, why are we doing it?” said Kate. “We do it for privacy. Specifically, so we don’t need privacy.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Bob and I can screw any night we want to. We just need to go to bed after the boys fall asleep, lock the door, turn out the lights, and keep quiet. It’s the same with your folks. Getting you guys out of the house changes things. If Bob wants me to run around the house in a miniskirt and a halter top, or a nightgown, or even less, we don’t need to worry about the kids asking about it. If we want to have sex in the living room, nobody cares. If we want to watch porn on the big screen in the family room, who is going to stop us! We can spend the entire weekend just goofing off and fucking around, and I do mean fucking around. We can go out on a date night and not worry about what the babysitter will say when she sees us dragging back in at three in the morning half dressed.”
“Now that is what I can really call weird stuff!” replied Bethie. Kate laughed at that. “Is that what Mom and Dad do? Run around having sex all over the house and watching dirty movies in the living room?”
“You’ll have to ask them. It’s not like we’ve ever watched.”
“Aunt Kate!” said the scandalized teen.
“Just saying, I can’t speak for them, only for me and Bob.”
Bethie nodded at that. “Okay, so what did you do two weeks ago when Joey and Jack came over?”
Chapter 2 - Aunt Kate
Kate Maggiore worked as a part-time legal secretary for a firm in the next town over. That gave her enough time to make sure the boys got to school, and she got home early enough to make dinner. Once a month she took off even earlier on a Friday, so she could drive the boys over to her sister’s house. Then she could drive home and get ready for a fun weekend with her husband, Bob.
Katherine Ann Maggiore had been born Katherine Ann Bolton, and tradition said that she should have dropped her middle name when she married Robert Maggiore. However, Kate had never cottoned to the name Katherine Bolton Maggiore. Katherine Ann seemed so much prettier, and Ann was her mother’s name, so she stayed Katherine Ann.
When she went into the living room, she found her husband rising from his recliner. “Sorry I’m late. Jenny and I got to talking. Give me a few minutes and I’ll clean up and change.” She dropped her handbag on a coffee table and went over to him. She gave him a quick kiss and said, “Back down in a few.”
“I was expecting you home a while ago. Talking to your sister is more important than taking care of your husband’s needs?” he growled.
Kate stopped in surprise. Bob was a good lover, gentle and experienced at providing her with pleasure in bed. Every so often, though, he liked to play games. One of them was a little bit of dominance and submission, and that seemed to be what he had in mind. She knew it when he reached up and grabbed her tits. “Bob!”
“The name is Mister Maggiore, and don’t forget it!”
“Yes, sir.” Kate stood there as her husband fondled her breasts through her t-shirt. When she had come home at lunchtime, she had changed from her regular work outfit of dressy slacks and blouse into comfortable shorts and t-shirt and kept on her underwear. Now Bob was rubbing her tits through the t-shirt and bra.
“Lose the shirt and bra, and get on your knees,” he ordered as he cruelly smiled at her.
“Yes, sir.” Kate pulled her shirt from her shorts and peeled it off and then reached behind her back to undo the buckle on her bra. Her big tits sprang into view. Then, even before she could move, Bob put his hands on her shoulders and pushed down. Kate promptly sank to her knees and unbuckled his belt. As soon as she had his zipper down, she pushed his pants down. An erect cock was waiting for her.
“Don’t just look at it! You know what to do! Or do you need a reminder?” he demanded.
“No, sir. I know what to do.” Kate smiled as she opened her mouth. Bob hadn’t been wearing any underwear, so he must have come home from work and changed. Did he want to play the game all weekend? Or just that night? She was up for it either way. Bob put his hands on her head and thrust his cock into her mouth.
Kate wrapped her lips around her husband’s erection and began sucking and bobbing her head back and forth. She could taste the precum flowing from his slit and knew that he was very excited. It usually took a few minutes of playing before he got to that point. She noticed that he had shaved his cock and balls before she got home, so he must have been planning the evening out. “Suck it! Suck it!” he ordered.
Kate kept sucking Bob’s cock as she began stroking his cockshaft and fondling his balls. Neither she nor Bob had been virgins when they met in college, and while his cock wasn’t the biggest she had ever had, she thought it was just the perfect size. Seven inches long and two inches wide, it had given her a lot of pleasure over the years. As she felt him getting closer, he began thrusting his hips forward, fucking her face as she sucked him off. Then it was the moment they had both been waiting for. She felt his cock seem to swell even more and she leaned in taking as much in as she could, and Bob groaned and gasped out, “Take it! Take it!” Sweet and salty cream flooded her mouth, and she began swallowing.
The spurts ended after a few moments and Kate pulled away, licking her lips. Unsure what would happen next, she didn’t grab her clothing but stayed kneeling in front of him and looked up at him. “That was…adequate.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.”
“You can stand up now.”
“Yes, sir.” Kate got to her feet and stood in front of Bob topless. He didn’t bother pulling his pants up but began playing with her tits again, tweaking her nipples and pulling on them.
“I like your tits. They’re nice and big and soft. Go clean up and change, but I want to see your tits when you come back down. Your pussy, too.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Go!”
Kate bent over and picked up her clothing, and then left the living room, smiling secretly as she climbed the stairs. Once in their bedroom she finished undressing and went into their master bath. The first step was to start filling the tub with water, followed by digging her supplies out from the vanity drawer. Brand new razor blade? Check! Shaving gel? Check! Scented body lotion? Check! Home enema kit? Check, check, check!
It took Kate the better part of an hour to pamper herself, cleaning up inside and out, and rubbing the lotion everywhere. Then it was off to the master bedroom closet, which Kate had taken over almost completely. It took her a few minutes to find the right top, the right skirt, and the right shoes. She carried them to the bedroom and dressed.
Bob smiled when his wife entered the kitchen. He had been in the process of preparing hamburgers for dinner, though he hadn’t started cooking them yet. He decided to delay dinner for a bit longer. Kate was wearing a sleeveless white blouse completely unbuttoned and secured only by a knot at the bottom, and an extremely short button-front white denim skirt that barely covered her ass and was mostly unbuttoned. Her shoes were dressy white spike-heeled sandals.
Then Bob remembered he was supposed to be punishing Kate. Scowling, he crossed his arms and examined her critically. “I told you I wanted to see your tits! Come here!”
Kate wasn’t sure how much more cleavage she could show since the blouse was open to below her belly button. Still, she came closer and said, “Sorry, sir.”
Bob reached out and spread her blouse open, exposing her tits completely. Then he hefted each and rolled her nipples through his fingers, eliciting a low moan from his wife. “That’s more like it.”
“Yes, sir!” she gasped as he pinched her nipples and pulled on them.
“Turn around and bend over the table. You need to be reminded to dress as you’re told.”
Kate turned around and bent over the kitchen table, whimpering as her husband pulled her skirt up to her waist. He kicked her legs wide and caressed her ass cheeks, and she shivered in anticipation. Kate wasn’t completely sure what Bob had in mind, but she had a very strong suspicion she was going to enjoy it immensely.
She was right. First, her husband reached down and flicked his fingers along the length of her pussy, teasing her clit and then slipping inside to rub her G-spot. Then Bob pulled a butt plug from a pocket, along with a small tube of K-Y. He coated the plug with the lubricant and placed it at her anus. A firm push seated the plug in his wife’s ass, causing her to gasp in surprise. Bob caressed her bottom some more, jiggling the butt plug inside her. Then she heard his zipper coming down. He stepped up behind her and slipped his erect cock into her cunt. Kate moaned as Bob fucked her. He put his hands on her ass and his thumbs manipulated the butt plug, pushing it back and forth and side to side.
Kate whimpered as she went into orgasmic overload. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!”
Bob grunted as he rammed his cock into his wife from behind. Over and over, he hammered her cunt, driving her against the table. He thought it was a good thing she had sucked him off earlier, since he would have blown his load as soon as he was seated inside her otherwise. Still, that could only delay him for so long. Groaning loudly, he slammed in one final time and unloaded inside her, cumming hard and filling her pussy with his jism. He sagged down on top of Kate, who moaned as she came beneath him.
Exhausted, Bob pushed himself upright and pulled his softening cock from Kate’s cunt. Kate stirred and pushed herself up also. “Wow!” she exclaimed lowly.
Bob ran his fingers across her rear and then gave it a light swat. “Now, keep that in your ass. I’ll finish the punishment later.”
“Yes, sir.” Then she giggled. “I can’t wait!”
That simply earned her another smack on the ass.
Punishment resumed after dinner. Bob made burgers and the couple ate them in the kitchen like a normal Friday dinner, though without the boys and with Bob occasionally reaching over to play with his wife’s tits. After dinner they cuddled while watching television, and then Bob grabbed the remote for the television and switched the feed from the cable to the DVD player. “You have this all planned out, don’t you?” she asked.
“You want me to punish you some more?”
Kate laughed and shifted around. As Anal MILFs 3 began, Kate began unbuttoning her husband’s shirt. “I think I’m safe for the moment.”
“Don’t be so sure.” Bob reached over and pulled a large vibrator from under the clutter on the end table next to him.
“Interesting! If that is punishment, I am going to be naughty right through Sunday morning!” Kate continued undressing her husband, opening his shirt, and then starting to work on his pants.
Bob lifted, to allow Kate to pull his pants off. He untied the knot at the bottom of her blouse and popped the final buttons on her skirt. Naked, they cuddled as she lightly stroked his erection. After the first anal scene, Kate and Bob got more animated. She moved around on the couch to begin sucking his cock, and Bob removed the plug in her ass and lubed up the vibrator. That slipped into her rear, and Kate moaned around the cock in her mouth. Bob turned the vibrator on, and the moaning became louder. A few minutes later, as the second scene ended, he unloaded into her mouth again.
“Oh, God, I hope you have another one like that left!” she gasped.
“Maybe, with the proper motivation. Probably a lot of motivation. It’s been a long night!” he admitted.
Kate returned to sucking cock, working to get her husband hard enough to fuck her again. That took another fifteen minutes, at which time Bob ordered his wife to kneel, bent over the ottoman. Then he knelt behind her and lubed up his cock, which he slowly fed into her ass. Kate whimpered at the pain and pleasure until she shoved backward, seating him fully. They assfucked through the final scene before Bob groaned and filled her ass with a final weak load of cum.
It was time to clean up and go to bed.
Kate woke the next morning with her husband spooned up behind her, his morning wood pressed against the crack of her ass. When she felt his hand rubbing her hip, she lifted her legs and he slid closer, slipping his cock into her from behind. They moved together quietly before cumming together happily. Bob slowly withdrew and rolled onto his back.
Kate rolled with him, twisting so that her head was on his chest and a leg was thrown over his. “Good morning,” she said.
“So far, anyway,” he agreed. “You want to take the first shower?”
“That’s it? Wham bam, thank you ma’am? Throw the old lady a screw and then dump her for a shower?” she complained.
Bob laughed. “Give me a break! Okay, please, please, allow me to worship your body as it so richly deserves.”
“Now you can give me a break. Go take the shower. Make it a long one! I’m going back to sleep!”
“What’s the plan for the day? Like yesterday? Screw twenty-four-seven?”
Kate smiled at her husband as he crawled out of bed. “You’re not nineteen anymore, and neither am I. No, we can have some fun, but we need to go shopping and run some errands. Now, go take a shower and get dressed. I’m going back to sleep.”
Bob snorted at his wife’s plans and headed into the bathroom. Even though it was a Saturday, the mention that they were going out meant he would have to shave. On the other hand, the kids were at Kate’s sister’s, so more fooling around was assured. He left the underwear in the dresser drawer. He slapped Kate on the ass as he left the bathroom. “Up and at ‘em, lazybones!”
“Asshole,” she muttered quietly as he left their bedroom. Grumbling, Kate rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Half an hour later, she was down the stairs and in the kitchen.
“I like it! Is that new?” asked Bob. He made a whirling motion with his fingers and gave a low whistle.
Kate smiled. She was wearing a lightweight sundress, with a short and flirty hem and spaghetti straps holding up the low-cut top. “Thank you. You like? Jenny and I found a few of these at the Bargain Outlet the other day.”
“So, Brad is going to get a similar treat in a couple of weeks?”
“Maybe. Where’s breakfast?” Parent-only weekends usually had Bob making something special.
“Get your shoes on and the list of things we need. Breakfast is at the Otsenango. We can go shopping afterward.”
“Ooh! Nice!” The Otsenango had a weekend brunch special that was the nicest in the county. “Back in a moment. The list is on the refrigerator.” She skipped out of the kitchen and went back upstairs. She was back in a minute in the dressy sandals she had worn Friday night.
It was a warm day, so neither of them needed to wear jackets. Bob slipped their linked key fobs in his pocket. “Which car do we take?” asked Bob.
“My Sienna. We need to go over to Lowes and pick up some grass seed and fertilizer, and it will be easier for you to load that in the back of the Sienna.” The winter had taken a toll on the back yard, and it needed some work.
“Is it in cargo mode?”
“Give me two minutes and it will be.” She stepped up behind the minivan and lifted the hatchback. She leaned in and rearranged what her husband called their junk, only to be startled when she felt one of his hands rubbing her butt. “Don’t distract me,” she laughed.
“That’s not distracting. If I pulled your dress up to your waist, now that would be distracting!”
“Yeah, especially to the cops when the neighbors call them. Behave!”
Bob laughed and caressed her a second time and then moved away as she finished moving the rear seats into a flat position. After that, they got into the front of the minivan and Bob drove them to brunch.
Three hours later Bob and Kate drove home with a minivan filled with grocery bags and bags of soil, fertilizer, weedkiller, and grass seed. If anybody thought it was strange to see a woman shopping for groceries and yard supplies in a stylish and form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination, they kept it to themselves. “Do I need to change?” asked Kate. “Are we doing yardwork this afternoon?”
“No. We can have the boys do this stuff tomorrow afternoon. I’ll just unload it in the garage. You take in the groceries?”
“Okay,” Kate agreed.
They popped all the doors and unloaded the Sienna. When Bob finished, he went inside, to find Kate putting groceries away. She was bent over in the pantry when he approached her. This time, when he put his hands on her ass, she didn’t complain. “The Sienna closed? The garage door down?”
“All done.” Bob began tugging her dress up.
Kate felt her pussy warming up as she straightened. Next her husband slipped one of the shoulder straps off her shoulder. “I think you have something else in mind.”
“I think I know another errand that needs to be worked on. Something that you keep saying needs to be on the honey-do list.”
“Oh?”
Bob simply smiled and licked his lips, and then pulled her into the living room. A minute later Kate was sitting on an armchair, her dress pulled up to her waist as Bob knelt in front of her. She spread her legs wide and gasped as he began licking her thighs. It seemed to take him forever before he closed in on her naked pussy and began licking her slit and sucking her clit. She shrieked quietly as she began cumming. Her hands went to his head, pulling his face into her cunt. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” she begged.
Bob ate his wife through two orgasms, but when he pulled away and unzipped his pants, she laughed and said, “Not so fast, mister!” She pushed him away and said, “I need some more!” She slipped down off the chair and pushed her husband back onto the floor, then crawled over him. She twisted away and lifted a leg, to straddle his face, and lowered her lips to his straining cock. Bob laughed as she attempted to smother him with her cunt and resumed licking as Kate began sucking his cock. It wasn’t long before he was fountaining into her mouth. That wasn’t the end, however; Kate stayed in position, and they ate each other through another round of cums. That was it for the rest of the afternoon. Kate climbed to her feet and went to the bathroom, but when she came back, Bob was napping on the couch. She went up to their bedroom, took a quick shower, and took a nap herself.
Dinner that evening wasn’t fancy. Neither of the Maggiores were interested in going out, so they ordered a pizza and dined in. After dinner they cuddled on the couch and watched another porn movie while petting and eventually screwing. Then it was off to bed for a final round. The next morning, they made love twice, and then cleaned up from their wild weekend. Bob went out and mowed the lawn; Kate went over to her sister’s home to bring back their sons. Kate smiled and wondered what they might do next month.
Chapter 3 - Back Home
“Wait…what…you gave Uncle Bob a blowjob right there in the living room?” exclaimed Bethie.
“Sure did! We had a lot of fun in the living room that weekend,” admitted Kate. She hadn’t given her niece a complete breakdown of the weekend, but she had told her how it started.
“Oh my God!”
“Bethie, it’s not that big a deal. So, I gave your uncle a blowjob? It’s not like it was the first I ever gave him. What’s the difference what room I do it in?”
“It just sounds so, I don’t know, weird!”
“There’s that word again, weird. Sex is many things, but it is not weird. In fact, considering the seven billion people on the planet, it seems pretty popular,” commented Kate. “Hell, ask your mother if she’s ever sucked off your father in the living room, see what she has to say about it.”
“Aunt Kate! I can’t do that?”
“Why not? She’s my big sister. Who do you think taught me about sucking a cock? Well, I mean there was also your Grammy. I learned some from her, too.”
Bethie stared at her aunt as if she had just grown a second head. “Grammy?” she asked weakly.
Kate shrugged. “Well, she didn’t teach me any techniques, so to speak. She just told Jenny and me the important stuff.”
“The important stuff?”
“First, watch the teeth. Never bite him. It ruins the mood. And second, always swallow, never spit. Momma told us both that if a man cums in your mouth to always swallow, no matter whether you like the taste or not. If you spit it out, it’s like you’re spitting him out, you’re rejecting him, and no man wants to be rejected. On the other hand, feel free to drink some water or something afterwards. Guys know that some women don’t like the taste, and if you swallow their cum anyway, it shows how much you like them.”
“You mean…Grammy and Grampy? Oh, shit!” Bethie suddenly looked nervous, swearing like that in front of her aunt.
“Another thing, you’ll probably want to remove your top, in case some of it gets away from you. You don’t want cum stains on your clothes when you come home.”
“Jesus!”
Kate didn’t seem to care. She simply said, “Remember those lessons. The next time your boyfriend wants you to suck his cock, go for it. Take off your top and your bra and make sure to swallow. If any gets on your tits, just lick it up and smile. He’ll think he’s died and gone to heaven! And don’t bite! Never bite.”
Bethie shook her head in disbelief. She didn’t know which was crazier, that her parents were sexually active or that her grandmother had taught her mother and her aunt about giving a blowjob! She shook her head and looked at her aunt. “Uh, are you going to tell Mom any of this?”
Kate smiled. “Yes, but don’t worry about it. She and I have already chatted about you and your boyfriend. It won’t be a problem.”
“What? No!”
Kate took Bethie’s hand and squeezed. “Don’t worry! I only talked to your mother. Dads usually aren’t too sane about this sort of thing.”
Her niece moaned. “I am so dead.”
Kate simply laughed.
Bethie simply wondered about that conversation for the next twenty-four hours. It was her father who came over to pick up her and her brother Billy. When they got home, she looked around the house for any evidence that her parents had been doing something other than in their bedroom. There was nothing obvious, no underwear hanging from the chandelier, no dirty movies cued up in the DVD player, nothing out of the ordinary.
On the other hand, when Bethie led the way into the house, her mother was on the phone, and it took only a few seconds to realize that she was talking to her sister. The Mulvaneys and Maggiores lived only fifteen minutes away from each other and the two women talked every couple of days. Their parents, the Boltons, didn’t live much further away, being only twenty minutes out of town on a few acres of what had once been a farm, now subdivided.
“Yes, they just got home…no, that’s fine…really? That is so funny!...Bye…got to go…bye!”
Jenifer Kay Mulvaney hung up the phone and smiled at her children. Billy had gone into the kitchen and made a beeline for the refrigerator. “What, Aunt Kate not feeding you?” she asked.
“Mom!” he protested.
“Nobody gets snacks until you help your father clean the garage.” She pointed towards the utility room and the door that led to the garage.
“Mom!”
“Go!”
Bethie followed her brother towards the garage, but Jenny grabbed her first. “Kate told me the two of you had a nice talk and that I should talk to you as well.” She pulled Bethie into the family room and sat down on a barstool. Bethie climbed onto the one next to her.
“Uh…”
“Come on, kiddo, she told me everything you talked about. So, want to ask me anything?”
“Uh, not really.”
Jenny smiled. “Too bad. I guess that means I get to ask the questions. When is your next date with Todd?”
“Friday. I told him I was doing family stuff this weekend,” replied Bethie.
“True enough. Just so you know, if you want to date on a weekend when you’re at your aunt’s and uncle’s place, that won’t be a problem. Just give Todd their address.”
“Okay.”
“Now, just what have the two of you been up to? Your aunt told me what you told her.”
Before Bethie could respond, Billy came back in. “Bethie! You coming?”
Bethie popped to her feet, but her mother grabbed her wrist before her daughter could escape. “Your sister and I are talking. Get back to work!” Billy grumbled and left; Kate motioned Bethie back to the barstool she had been sitting on. She repeated her last question. “Now, you and Todd, what are you doing?”
Bethie rolled her eyes. “What did Aunt Kate tell you?”
“Just that the two of you are going parking and that Todd invited the football team to join in.”
“MOM!” Jenny laughed at her daughter’s outrage, and after a bit, Bethie joined in. “It wasn’t the entire team, Mom, just the offense.”
“You’re more adventurous than I was. A football team is eleven. I never had more than the five of a basketball team,” said Jenny. Bethie simply groaned. “No, she just said that the two of you were parking and that you had gotten as far as handjobs, and that she told you about giving blowjobs.”
Bethie blushed and nodded. “This is so weird. Yes, she wanted to know how far we had gone, and I told her. If I had known she was going to tell you, I would have said we simply held hands.”
Jenny reached out and squeezed her daughter’s hand. “It’s okay. She and I were both dating at fifteen, too, and doing the same things you kids are doing. It didn’t seem to damage either of us. You are not the first girl to give a handjob or a blowjob in the back seat of a car.”
“We haven’t done that!” protested Bethie.
“No, but that’s the next step, isn’t it? She said she taught you the important stuff about that.”
Bethie turned beet red. “She said…I can’t say it…”
“It’s no big deal, Bethie. It’s just being practical. Don’t bite. That one’s obvious. Swallow. Again, obvious. Nothing says I don’t like you more than spitting out his cum. And do it topless. You don’t want to be the next Monica Lewinski.”
Bethie stared at that. “Who?”
“Monica Lewinski.” Her daughter looked confused. “President Clinton’s intern? You’ve never heard of her?”
“No.”
Jenny snorted. “Major political scandal at the time. Clinton had an intern who he had an affair with. She used to give him blowjobs in the Oval Office. The details weren’t completely clear, but one time he came on her dress and for whatever reason, she never had the dress cleaned. Anyway, it all became a huge scandal and then a court case and the dress was tested for DNA. He ended up getting impeached over it.”
“Wow!”
“So, lose the top if you are going to do that. He’ll like the scenery better, too. Just make sure that your bra has the closure in the same place as your top.”
Bethie asked, “What do you mean?”
“This only applies to dates, you know, where somebody else might be doing the work. If it’s just school or something, it doesn’t matter. However, if it’s an occasion where a guy might be helping you get undressed, it will be a lot easier if your bra closure is on the same side as your top opening. If your top has an opening. So, if your top or dress has a zipper in the back, wear a bra that closes in the back, but if you are wearing a blouse that unbuttons down the front, wear a bra with a front closure. Then just whisper in his ear how much you want him to pop it open. He’ll go nuts!”
“This is crazy. We haven’t even done that!”
“You will soon enough. Everybody does.”
“What if I do it wrong?” she asked.
“When you were giving him a handjob last weekend, did he complain?”
Bethie shook her head. “No.”
“And he came, right? At least that’s what you told your Aunt Kate.” Bethie nodded. “If he cums, that means you were doing it right. It’s very easy to tell with guys. Same thing with sucking his cock. If he cums, you succeeded. Everybody thinks it’s important to know all the different tricks and techniques. None of that is really all that necessary. All you need to do is put it in your mouth. Then, if you want to know anything else, simply ask him.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, baby, tell me how to make it good for you!” Jenny asked breathily. Then she continued in a normal tone, “Just do what he asks, and he’ll think he’s won the lottery.”
“This is bizarre,” replied Bethie. Then she looked at her mother and said, “Everybody is so interested in me and Todd! What about you and Dad? What did you do this weekend?”
Jenny gave her daughter a sly smile. “We had a lot of fun, and that is all I am telling you!” Bethie grumped at that, and her mother simply laughed.
Chapter 4 - Mom
“Kids dumped off okay?” asked Brad Mulvaney. He was getting home from work at the same time as his wife was getting home. She was a school counselor and had left her school as soon as possible so she could grab Bethie and Billy and take them over to Bob and Kate’s. She had pulled into the driveway right after he had, so he waited for her to get out of her car, and they went inside together.
“No problems. You’re picking them up on Sunday, remember,” answered Jenny.
He snorted in laughter. Back when they had started the alternating every-other-week minivacations they had made one slight mistake. Whoever had the children for the weekend would drive the kids back home Sunday afternoon. One weekend Jenny had driven Jack and Joey home only to find Kate and Bob naked on the floor of their living room enthusiastically sixty-nining. Jenny dragged the boys back outside while her sister and husband scrambled into their clothing. Fortunately, the boys were too young to understand what was going on. Since then, once the fornicating couple ran out of steam on Sunday, one of them would go over and retrieve their children.
Brad unlocked the front door and let his wife in first, then waited while she entered the code into the alarm system. He dropped his briefcase off by the door and followed her down the hall to their bedroom. Brad took off his suit coat and hung it on the doorknob, then walked up behind his wife.
Jenny said, “I need to take a shower.”
Brad smiled and stepped up behind her. His arms went around her, his right hand slipping under her blouse, his left hand slipping down inside her slacks. “That can wait,” he told her.
She smiled at him in the mirror. “Somebody is horny,” she laughed.
His fingers found their targets, slipping under her bra and into her panties. “I’ve been thinking about this weekend all day long.”
Jenny moaned as a finger began rubbing her clit. She pushed back against him and then turned to face him. “Hurry! Get undressed!” She began undoing her blouse and pulled it and her bra off, then kicked off her shoes and stripped off her pants and panties. She sat down on the bed and peeled off her footie stockings. “Hurry up!” she ordered.
Brad smiled and nodded. His tie and shirt ended up on the floor, and then he sat down on the bed to untie his shoes. He was promptly assaulted by his wife, who began kissing his torso and trying to remove his pants.
“Will you wait a moment?” he laughed.
“I’m horny, too!” she replied. “I need some cock! Now!”
Brad laughed as he got his shoes off, and then helped as Jenny undid his belt and got his pants and boxers off. He managed to get his socks off and then rolled on top of her. She spread her pussylips and guided his cock inside. “Ummm…that’s nice,” he murmured.
“Fuck me! Fuck me good!” she demanded. Once he was fully buried in her, she wrapped her legs around his and her arms around his neck. “Fuck me!”
The angle of Jenny’s upthrust hips was perfect for the cock thrusting down into her. Brad’s cockshaft rubbed her clit both pushing in and pulling out, and she moaned in pleasure as her husband fucked her. “Yes, yes!” she whimpered.
“Make it tight!” he demanded. “Work that cunt!”
Jenny was too distracted to do more than try to tighten her pussy. She was way too involved to attempt any Kegel exercises. She simply tightened her legs and arms around Brad’s body and tried to hold on as he fucked her hard. She thrashed beneath him until she felt him stiffen, his back arching as his cock spasmed and cum pumped into her.
Brad slowly collapsed on top of Jenny as her legs untangled from his. He was breathing hard as he rolled off her, and his wife rolled with him, her arms wrapped around him, and a leg thrown over his. He could feel the wetness of her pussy and their mixed cums on his thigh. “Wow!” he muttered.
“I really needed that,” replied Jenny.
Brad grunted an agreement.
“How long before we can do it again?” she teased.
“I am going to need some serious encouragement first.”
“Let me see what I can do.” Jenny twisted around and licked her way from her husband’s neck to his groin. His cock laid soft between his legs, and their mixed juices covered his crotch. Jenny extended her tongue and began licking her husband clean. By the time she got to his cock it was already starting to stiffen. Her fingers lifted it and began stroking as she shifted and began tonguing his balls.
“Mmmmm…that’s nice,” Brad murmured.
“You like that, huh?”
“Just keep doing that for a few more days.”
Jenny giggled. She licked his cockshaft, eliciting a moan, and replied, “No, I don’t think so. I need to fuck some more.” She rose to her knees and straddled his waist, to position his cock at the entrance to her cum-soaked pussy. She sank back down on it and said, “That’s what I want. Now, put your fingers to work and give me a few more cums.”
Brad chuckled as his wife moved above him. His right hand went to her cunt, so his fingers could rub her clit, and his left had moved to her tits, to alternate between her nipples. Jenny shuddered in a new orgasm and arched her back, gasping as she came. That only lasted a few more minutes. Brad took Jenny’s hands and put them at their junction, and then put his hands on her hips, to direct her motions. She began slowly bouncing on the cock inside her, orgasming continually, until Brad groaned and thrust upwards. She could feel the blasts of cum in her pussy. She rode the cum and then leaned forward, laying on his chest as their breathing got back to normal.
“Very nice,” commented Brad.
“Ummmm…you liked that?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“So, we’re going to do that some more this weekend?”
“I sure hope so!”
“Good!” Jenny hugged her husband and rested her head on his chest. She smiled as his hands idly rubbed her naked back. Jenny dozed contentedly for a few minutes before slipping off to the side.
Brad rolled upright and headed for the bathroom. His wife pulled her pillow under her head and napped. She didn’t wake for another half an hour when he gave her a light smack on the ass. “Your turn.”
“Come back to bed. I need some fucking.”
He laughed. “I need some dinner.”
“Wimp!”
“Bitch!”
Jenny groaned and sat up. “I am not cooking.”
“Pizza?”
“Works for me.” She looked at her husband, to see Brad was dressed in cargo shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. “Give me some time. I want to take a bath.”
Brad knew that was code for lots of different things. Jenny was going to take a bath, but she was also going to shave her under her arms, her legs, and everything in between. It also meant she was probably going to give herself an enema and a douche and prepare for a night of sex. “Ready in an hour?”
“Make it an hour and a half.”
He gave her a quick kiss and headed down the stairs. He returned a few minutes later to find her throwing their clothes in the hamper and straightening up the bedroom. Brad smiled and handed her a glass of Chianti and left.
Jenny Mulvaney took a full hour to prepare for the night. First was a quick shower, to wash off the sex she and her husband had shared, then she douched and gave herself an enema. She wasn’t sure, but she suspected Brad was going to give her an assfuck at some point that night. At that point she called to him and ordered up a second glass of wine. When he brought it back, she was in the tub with her razor in hand. Brad glanced at their vanity and saw the empty enema kit box and smiled. His wife saw his look and smiled at him. He left and ordered a pepperoni pizza and some hot wings.
Right at the hour-and-a-half she had predicted, Jenny walked down the hall to the living room. She waited in the hall when she heard the front door open and Brad talking to somebody. Only when the door closed did she come into the living room. He turned to look at her and said, “Nice outfit! You could have given the pizza guy a real thrill!”
“Think so?” Jenny did a quick pirouette. She had dressed in a transparent pink chemise that barely came below her ass, and a matching transparent pink robe. It was part of a three-piece set, but she never wore the thong panties.
“Know so!”
Jenny showed him the box she was carrying. “I thought we could sort through this later.”
Brad glanced at the box. It was about a foot long and wide and half that tall and he smiled. He nodded and put the pizza box on the coffee table. He already had some plates out, along with the box of Chianti he had tapped. Let’s eat in here.”
“Okay.”
“Now, do me a favor and take off the robe.” Jenny giggled and stripped the robe off. She sat down on the couch and waited for him to serve up a piece of pizza and a few wings. “Spread your legs. I like looking at your pussy.”
Jenny felt a surge of heat through her body. Brad could be so delightfully crude at times. Then again, her mother had told her to be a lady in the living room, but a whore in the bedroom. On those weekends when she was alone with Brad, she was a whore in every room! She spread her legs and angled her body so he could see her cuntslit.
They didn’t finish the pizza, so Brad took it to the kitchen and put the leftovers in the fridge. He returned to the living room to find that his wife had left, but he heard her in the bathroom down the hall. He finished cleaning up and when she returned, he used the bathroom himself. He came back to find she had placed the metal box on the coffee table. She patted the couch next to herself and said, “Sit here.”
“What’s up?”
“We haven’t gone through this and checked it out lately. We should check the batteries and test things.”
Brad nodded. “Give me a minute. Where are the batteries?”
“The bin at the top of the closet.” She pointed to the guest closet by the front door.
Brad went to the closet and retrieved a large plastic bin. He brought it back and set it on the coffee table, and then sat down next to his wife. He reached over and put a hand on her thigh and smiled. It was going to be a good night!
The box Jenny had brought out was one she normally kept in the top drawer of her nightstand. It was the box she kept their sex toys in. They had purchased it a few years ago when a friend of Jenny’s had told her she had found her oldest son going through her dresser drawers and looking at her underwear. “I know that all boys do that, but it was still a shock.”
“Just what did you have to hide, anyway?” asked Jenny.
“The usual stuff, I suppose. He was looking at my panties and bras, but I think I caught him before he found my vibrator,” she answered. “I mean, I know all kids do that sort of thing. I certainly did, but it was still a surprise.”
“So, what did you do? You can’t lock away everything,” said Jenny.
Her friend shrugged. “I told him to knock it off and jerk off in his own room, not in mine. Then I measured my nightstand drawer and found a lock box I could fit inside. That’s what I keep any toys in.”
Jenny had nodded in understanding, and then went in search of her own toy chest.
The box she found, what she called the toy box, was a thin and cheap metal box with a simple lock on it like what could be found on luggage. Any screwdriver could pop it, but that would leave evidence, so she wasn’t worried about her children opening it without being caught. She entered the combination and lifted the lid. Inside were quite a few vibrators and other battery powered devices. Jenny began pulling them out and set them on the table.
“Do they all work?” Brad asked. He was idly rubbing his wife’s thigh.
“Not sure. I know some of them work just fine. I mean, we used the black one just last week. But some of the others…we’ll need to test them.”
Brad picked up the black vibrator Jenny had mentioned. It was about eight inches long and about one inch wide. He pushed the button on the base, and it began humming. Twisting to face her, he placed the tip between her legs and pushed it against her cunt. “Is it working?” he asked innocently.
Jenny inhaled sharply and her nipples almost ripped through her nightie. “Oh, God…yes!”
Her husband kept the vibrator in place a few more seconds and then pulled it away, turning it off. “Okay, that one works.”
Jenny sighed as Brad pulled away the vibrator from her clit. She looked through her collection of toys. They ranged from a small Pocket Rocket designed to be used on her clit up to a gigantic foot long jelly model covered with studs. She picked up the Pocket Rocket and twisted the base. Nothing. “That one’s not working.”
“Check the battery,” said Brad.
It took her a minute to twist the base loose. The battery slipped out and she took an AAA battery from her husband. This time it hummed into action nicely. He took it from her and touched it to her nipples. She smiled and said, “If I’m on display, you should be, too. Get undressed.”
Brad laughed and undressed. His cock was stiff, and Jenny reached over and gave him a gentle tug. Then she stripped off her chemise as well. They sat side-by-side and tested the toys. Next up was a six-inch white plastic vibrator of the most basic sort. That didn’t function at all, not even with fresh batteries. She passed it to him, and he looked inside, only to spot some corrosion on the battery junctions. “This one is shot.”
Jenny shrugged and grabbed the next toy, a remote-control vibrating egg. That took a few minutes to test. The egg didn’t work, but was it the egg or the control? She handed it to Brad, and he swapped out the egg’s AAA battery and it started right up. “Didn’t this come as a set?” he asked.
“You’re right, it did!” Jenny looked through the toys and found a slim butt plug. “Here. Change the battery.”
“I’ll change the battery. You put the egg up in your pussy.”
“Oooh! Naughty!” Jenny stretched her legs out and spread her thighs. Reaching between her legs, she stuffed the egg as far up inside her cunt as she could, only leaving the antenna cord hanging from her.
Meanwhile, Brad took apart the butt plug and changed the battery. When he put it back together, he hit the control and it began buzzing. Next to him, Jenny stiffened and sighed. “Yeah, it works!” she said.
Brad laughed. “Excellent!” He turned off the control, but when his wife began to remove the egg he said, “No, leave it in.” Jenny watched as he took the tube of K-Y from the pile on the coffee table and squirted some on the butt plug. “Stand up and turn around.”
Jenny climbed to her feet and turned around. She bent forward and moaned as Brad placed the greasy toy at her asshole and pushed it inside. She gasped as he flicked the control on. “It works! It works!” she told him.
Brad turned it off and said, “Sit down, but leave it in.”
Jenny took her place on the couch and turned to him. “I can’t be the only one here being tormented.” She took his cock in one hand and began to stroke it; with the other hand she took the Pocket Rocket and turned it on. She began masturbating her husband while running the vibrator across his cockhead. Brad groaned and flicked the remote control on again. Jenny lowered her face and took his cock in her mouth and began sucking as the egg and butt plug went to work on her pussy and ass. She moved the tiny vibrator to the sensitive spot between his balls and his asshole and Brad groaned even louder.
“Oh, God!” he cried out. His cock spasmed and his wife could feel the jets of cum racing up his shaft. She began swallowing as her husband unloaded into her mouth. She swallowed everything and then pulled away. Brad turned off the remote and took a deep breath. “That was…we haven’t done that in a while.”
“Yeah.” Jenny put down the Pocket Rocket and removed the egg and plug. Then they finished the inspection. A hard red plastic seven-incher wouldn’t function and got put in the broken pile. Another seven-incher with a clit stimulator worked very well, bringing Jenny to another orgasm.
The final toy was the monster jelly vibrator. The required a little work. After checking if it still worked, Jenny laid back on the couch and spread her legs wide. Brad lubed up the giant toy and then squirted some more K-Y on his wife’s pussy. Only the fact that she was already incredibly excited and wet allowed him to push the tip inside. She groaned and said, “Go slow.”
It took several minutes for Brad to push the jelly inside her. “Alright?” he asked.
“Uh huh. Now turn it on.”
Brad flicked the switch and Jenny gasped. Her back arching, she began orgasming intensely. She put her hands on her nipples and began twisting them as her ass rose and fell on the couch cushions. “No more, no more!” she begged.
Brad ignored her complaints. “Yes, more! Lots more!” he began pushing and pulling the jelly in and out and twisting it around and from side-to-side. He continued this for several minutes until Jenny had a massive cum and sagged down into the cushions, unable to continue. He turned it off and slowly pulled it out. “I think that was a good one!” he commented.
Jenny took a deep breath and nodded to him. She had a smile on her face but said, “It’s so big, though. It’s almost too big, and too intense. I can’t do that one unless I am really turned on and juicy.”
“I need to fuck you.”
“Right now, my pussy is so stretched out I’d never feel you,” she laughed.
“That’s why God gave women assholes,” he replied, laughing back at her.
“You’re such a pig!” Jenny didn’t complain, though. She got off the couch and went over to the ottoman, pulling it into the middle of the living room. Then she knelt and bent over it, presenting her ass to her husband. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.
Brad started by putting the remote-control toys back inside her. His cock was thicker than average, and he wanted to work her up to it. Jenny moaned happily as he turned them on, and her pussy juices began trickling down her thighs. After a few minutes, he removed the butt plug and set it aside, though he kept the egg in her pussy. He lubed up the sturdy black vibrator, placed it at her asshole, and pushed it in gently. When he had several inches in, he pushed the button and Jenny came hard. He moved the vibrator round and round, and then began pushing it in deeper and pulling it out. Jenny whimpered as he worked her ass with the powerful toy.
Finally, Brad judged his wife was ready. Leaving the toy buzzing in her anus, he dribbled some lube on his stiff cock and rubbed it all over. Then he snuggled up behind Jenny and spread her asscheeks with his left hand. He pulled the black vibrator out of her ass with his right hand and quickly stuck his cockhead inside before her ass completely closed. Finally, he slowly pushed inside.
“Oh, God, that feels good!” whispered Jenny.
“Oh, yeah!” agreed Brad. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in.
“The egg is just amazing!” she told him. It was still going at high speed inside her pussy, and with his cock in her ass it seemed to be directly rubbing her G-spot.
Her husband had to agree. He could feel the vibrating egg through the thin layers of tissue, and it just added to the pleasure he was getting from fucking his wife’s ass. “Yeah, I can feel it!”
“Fuck my ass, Brad! Fuck my ass hard!”
Brad put his greasy hands on Jenny’s hips and began pounding his cock to her. The blowjob she had given him earlier had taken the edge off, so he wasn’t going to cum immediately. Jenny moaned as the egg in her pussy and the cock in her ass drove her crazy. It was almost ten minutes before he slammed into her one last time and the cum exploded into her.
Brad gasped as he pulled out. They were both exhausted, sweaty, and disheveled. Brad climbed to his feet and then helped Jenny stand upright. She kissed him and said, “That was amazing!”
He smiled. “What are we going to do tomorrow? It’s my birthday, remember? What do you plan to do to help me celebrate?”
“God, no idea! Let’s clean up and go to bed.” She turned away and grabbed the sex toys and led the way into the kitchen. They quickly washed everything and left it to dry in the sink rack.
“That is a really kinky set of kitchen accessories,” commented Brad.
“Let’s hope we don’t forget to put everything away before you bring the kids home.” Jenny walked naked down the hall to their bedroom.
Brad went into the living room and picked up their clothing before heading down the hallway. He found Jenny already in the shower, so he tossed the clothing in the hamper and stepped into the shower with his wife. They quickly washed each other but didn’t do more than that. They were both tired. They dried off and crawled under the covers and fell asleep moments later.
The hot sex they were enjoying started up as soon as they were awake. Brad felt his wife stirring beside him and rolled over to face her. When he placed his hand on her hip she murmured, “Good morning. Now, fuck my pussy.” She rolled face down and spread her legs.
“You’re horny, too, huh?” Brad knelt between Jenny’s legs and pushed his morning wood into her from behind.
“Fuck me, fuck me!” she begged.
Brad lay on his wife’s back as his hips churned, pumping his cock into her. He whispered to her all the things he was going to make her do that day. Her pussy was throbbing by the time he unloaded and filled it with his cum.
Sex a dozen times that day wasn’t realistic, but several good fucks were. They dressed casually but ready to screw. Brad wore shorts and a different Hawaiian shirt; Jenny wore a short and flirty skirt and a loose halter top. Neither wore any underwear. They spent much of the morning doing routine chores around the house, dusting, and vacuuming. That stopped, however, when Brad stretched out on the couch and undid his shorts. He invited Jenny to join him in some sixty-nine, and they spent a very enjoyable time eating each other to completion. Then, mid-afternoon he joined her in a nap, where she pulled her skirt to her waist and rode him to a good cum before he blasted up into her.
The real fun happened later that evening. It was Brad’s birthday and the gift he wanted his wife to give him was a very special evening out. It wouldn’t start until later, either. Dinner was at Corrigan’s a steak house in the nearby mall and would be followed by whatever fun and games he could think of. Brad dressed in a dark suit without a tie. For his wife, he looked through her closet for something…appropriate.
Jenny had surprised him once with a white minidress made from a stretchy fabric. It had off-the-shoulder short sleeves and came down to only mid-thigh and was form-fitting, so nothing was left to the imagination. Brad was a sales consultant and trainer and frequently traveled on business. Occasionally, if her sister could watch the kids, Jenny would fly to meet him for a parents-only weekend. Jenny had first worn the dress at a cocktail party, and one of the clients had asked him privately how much the escort had cost him. Brad smiled and responded, “A big chunk of my last bonus, but that covers the entire weekend.” The client nodded and winked, and Brad had told his wife later. Jenny had simply laughed and teased him about it the rest of the weekend.
The dress had proved so exciting to her husband he had her order a second, in black. He laid it out on their bed after she went into the bathroom, along with a black butt plug and black stilettos. When she came down the hallway he whistled and gave her a quick kiss and rubbed her ass as he opened the front door.
Jenny wiggled her rear and said, “Checking for underwear?”
“Just curious.”
“I’m only wearing what you laid out for me.”
“So…”
“It’s not really underwear, but I have it on, or in, anyway.”
Brad smiled as he led the way to the car. “Just curious,” he repeated.
Dinner was at Corrigan’s, late, after which they had a nightcap in the bar. Jenny was surprised, though, when Brad walked her across the concourse to the Cineplex. She was expecting that they would go home and screw, or maybe go parking first. “What are we doing here?”
“Going to the movies, what else?” he turned to the ticket girl and said, “Two for Ferris Bueller. Thanks.” To his wife he said, “It’s the twenty-fifth anniversary and it’s a special remastering. Bueller…Bueller…”
“Oh, good lord, are you kidding me? We have that at home.” Ferris Bueller’s Day Off was her husband’s favorite movie.
“It’s just not the same.” He bought a couple of Cokes and a small popcorn and led the way to the theater.
The theater the movie was in was mid-size, but the room was empty. Brad led the way up the stairs, but rather than stop in the middle of the room, at a comfortable distance to watch, he kept going, all the way to the top and back of the theater. He settled in a seat in the back row and Jenny sat down next to him. “All the way up here? We’ll need binoculars up here!”
“Didn’t you ever sit in the back of the theater with your boyfriends in high school?”
“I didn’t have boyfriends, plural. I had them one at a time.”
“And did you sit up in the back with them?”
Jenny blushed and replied, “I am going to plead the Fifth on that.”
“Oh? That definitely sounds like you were in the back row. Only guilty people plead the Fifth.”
“Behave!”
“Just what were you doing with boys in the back of the theater? Were you doing naughty things?” he teased.
Jenny protested her innocence while her husband tried to get her to answer his questions. That continued until the lights dimmed and the previews started, and Jenny commented, “I can’t believe we’re the only ones here.”
Brad shrugged. “It’s a limited run and it’s the last showing of the night.” Just then a couple of giggling teens came in. They didn’t look around but plopped into seats two-thirds of the way down the aisle. They looked around but never looked back, and Brad realized he and his wife were invisible to them. He leaned over and whispered to Jenny, “Between our dark clothes and the bright light of the projector, I don’t think they know we’re here.”
“So?”
“So, if I put my hand down between your legs, they’ll never know it.”
Jenny elbowed her husband and told him to behave. They whispered to each other as the teens goofed off below them. After a few more minutes the classic movie started.
It was Brad who took things to the next level. After a few minutes he put his arm around Jenny’s shoulder, and she shifted to cuddle against him. She wasn’t at all surprised when his fingers slipped down inside her top and traced a line along her breasts. “Now who’s being naughty in the theater?” she whispered.
“I’m being led astray by others,” he replied. With his free hand he pointed at the other couple. The teens were necking in their seats, and the boy had his hand under the girl’s t-shirt. A minute later the girl put her hand in his lap, and he shifted around. “I think we know what is happening now.”
“You mean, this?” Jenny placed her hand in Brad’s lap and rubbed his stiff cock. Brad shifted too and used his free hand to free his cock from where it was stuck down his pants leg.
“That, and more!”
For the next twenty minutes, husband and wife kept teasing each other and upping the ante. Brad’s hand dipped lower into the top of Jenny’s dress and he began playing with her tits and nipples. Jenny unzipped Brad’s pants and pulled his erect cock into the open. They whispered to each other about what they were watching down below. The teen girl, after giving her boyfriend a hand job, twisted and put her face in his lap, and the boy’s head lolled back in ecstasy.
“That looks like fun,” he commented.”
“I am not sixteen and crawling around on a movie theater floor,” replied Jenny.
Brad simply smiled. He retrieved his hand and undid his belt, and then pushed his pants down, exposing himself completely. “Sit on my lap,” he told her.
“If we go to jail, who is going to bail us out?” she whispered.
“Just as long as they don’t take us away too soon. Now, sit on my lap.” Brad tugged her arm and Jenny slid out of her seat and sat on his lap, facing away from him in a reverse cowgirl position. Her husband pulled the hem of her dress up to her waist, and she positioned his cock so that she could slip it up inside her pussy.
She sighed as his cock slid inside. “God, that feels good!” she whispered.
“Yeah!” He reached around her and pulled the front of her dress down, so he could use both hands on her tits. “Now, rub your clit and make me cum in your pussy.”
Jenny began slowly moving on her husband’s lap, trying to keep from moving too fast or drawing any attention to her and Brad. The cock inside her pussy and the butt plug up her ass were driving her crazy. It seemed like her girlcum was flooding out of her. Down below, the blowjob ended, and the couple giggled. She drank a soft drink and then shifted to allow him full access. He leaned over and she pulled her t-shirt up and he began sucking her tits and rubbing her pussy. Brad used his hands to move Jenny on his lap and jetted up into her when she began playing with his cockshaft.
After another few minutes, Jenny slid off his lap and grabbed the napkins from the seat beside them. Brad took a couple from her, and they both cleaned up. Brad pulled his pants back up and Jenny pulled her dress up to cover her tits and down to cover her pussy. “I can’t believe we did that!” she told him.
“But you liked it, right?”
“Brad!”
“Don’t lie. You had a big one, I could tell. Your cunt starts pulsing and you get extra juicy. You had a good cum, and don’t say you didn’t.”
“Asshole!” she whispered. Then she kissed him on the cheek. “Want to leave and go home and fuck?”
“And miss the rest of the movie?” he protested.
“Asshole!”
They didn’t stay through the movie. After a few minutes more, the teens down below giggled and left the theater without ever looking around. Five minutes later, Brad and Jenny stood and left as well, pausing in the restrooms to clean up and become presentable again.
“Now home?” Jenny asked.
“I need a drink,” said Brad. His wife shrugged and nodded, and they went back to Corrigan’s, to have another drink in the bar.
It was after midnight when Brad and Jenny left the restaurant and went out to his car. They got in and Brad started the car, but he only drove it a few hundred yards to a dark spot in the parking lot. He parked and turned off the engine. “What’s going on?” asked his wife.
Brad looked around and said, “Get out.” He opened his door and climbed out, looking around.
Mystified, Jenny climbed out as well. “Yes?”
“Get in the back seat!” he told her.
“Brad!”
“Do it!”
Brad opened the back door on his side and got in. Jenny rolled her eyes and got in on her side. Her husband had already unzipped his pants. “We’re parking? Are you for real?”
Brad smiled and waved his stiff cock towards her. “It’s my birthday. You’re my present!”
Jenny snorted in amusement and said, “Great! You get to call the lawyer when we get arrested.” She slid closer to her husband.
He stopped her briefly, reaching out and tugging her dress down below her breasts. “God, you have such great tits! I love seeing your tits!” Then he pulled her closer and pushed her shoulders down, so that her face was going into his lap.
Jenny opened her mouth wide and swallowed her husband’s cock. Above her, Brad moaned with the pleasure. Jenny could taste their dried juices still on him. She began a pleasant suction action and combined it with a gentle bobbing action. Brad laid one hand gently on her head as the other reached over and pulled her dress up around her waist. Once her ass was exposed, he began running his hand across it, dipping a finger down the crack of her ass, and diddling the butt plug still inside her. Jenny whimpered as she sucked her husband and began speeding up. The sooner she could get him off, the sooner they could fuck!
“Oh, God! Take it! Take it!” Jenny could feel Brad’s cock thicken and swell. She didn’t need to hear his words to know that he was going to cum any second. She pushed forward, taking his cock as far inside as she could, and was rewarded with his cum pulsing up his shaft. “Oh, yeah! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh, God!”
Jenny swallowed everything and then sat up. She licked her lips and smiled. “Now can we go home and fuck? Before the cops arrest us?”
Brad laughed and they sorted themselves out. They quickly dressed and got into the front seat, and then Brad drove them home. Once there, they ran inside, and Jenny ran off to the hall bathroom. “Leave the dress on,” said Brad.
“Oh?”
“I like fucking you in that dress!” Brad went down to the master bathroom to take a piss; he also grabbed a tube of lube at the same time. He got back to the living room mere seconds after his wife.
“Baby, I need you so bad!” she told him.
“Excellent!” Brad tossed the tube of K-Y on the coffee table and undressed. He was already hard again. Then he grabbed the quilt from the back of the couch, and they spread it out on the floor. It seemed a little odd to Jenny that she was still dressed, and Brad was naked, but it was his birthday, and it was what he wanted. They stretched out on the quilt and her hands immediately went to Brad’s cock. She began stroking his shaft and he began to work her over. First, he pulled her dress down, exposing her tits, which he began to suck on. Next, he pulled her dress up, so it formed a black tube around her waist. Then he went to work. Even as she fondled his cock, his hands were fingering her juicy cunt and playing with her stiff nipples.
Jenny came over and over. It was one of the best sessions they had ever had. Brad was finally ready. “Get on your hands and knees,” he told her. Jenny got into position and waited for him. Brad crawled between her legs, and he lubed his cock with the K-Y. He pulled out the butt plug and rubbed some lube in her asshole. Then he inserted his cock and pushed in. “Oh, yeah, this is what I call a birthday present!” he told her.
Jenny laughed even as she felt her husband’s belly rub against her bottom. “You are such an ass! Now, fuck me hard and fill me with some cum!” She pushed back, seating him firmly. “Fuck me!”
It had been a long day of fucking his wife, so Brad didn’t have an urgent need to cum. He was able to fuck her for a nice long time, enjoying the tightness of her ass as she moaned in pleasure. It was like a hot and silky vise gripping him softly. He finally gave in, blasting into her as she came, hard. They collapsed onto the quilt and fell asleep holding each other.
Sunday morning, Brad and Jenny slept very late. His birthday present had exhausted them. They took a shower together and fucked in the shower, with Jenny leaning against the shower wall and her husband taking her from behind. That was it, though. After that they dried off and dressed. Brad left to pick up Bethie and Billy; Jenny cleaned up the evidence of their two-person orgy.
Chapter 5 - Grammy
Harry Bolton looked up from his magazine when he heard his wife talking, but then realized Ann Marie was talking to one of their daughters on the phone. From what he could hear it involved sex, and while that always interested him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know about his daughters’ sex lives. Or his granddaughter’s now that he thought about it. Bethie was fifteen and had supposedly begun dating. He remembered when Kate and Jenny had begun dating and was glad those days were behind him.
Ann came in from the kitchen. “Who was that?” Harry asked.
“I was talking to Kate.”
“What are they up to?”
Ann came around and sat on the couch next to Harry. “Nothing much. She and Bob had Bethie and Billy over for the weekend.”
“Mmm? What were Jenny and Brad up to?”
“It was Brad’s birthday. They were having a private celebration.”
Harry snorted and shook his head, smiling. “And they needed to send the kids away to celebrate?”
“Harry, don’t you remember when we used to celebrate that way?” Ann teased. “I remember when we used to have those private celebrations.”
“And I remember when we didn’t have any kids to send away. Life was a lot simpler then.”
Ann laughed loudly. “You’re just a grumpy old man! You didn’t mind those celebrations at the time. I seem to recall you liked them.”
Harry looked over at his wife, she was wearing a cotton print sundress with buttons down the front to the waist, and he was sure that if he were to undo those buttons, he would find it was all she was wearing. Ever since their daughters had left home, Ann had taken to dressing commando-fashion at home. When Harry had asked her about it then, she had replied, “You liked it when I dressed like that back when we first got married.” Then she unzipped his pants and gave him a blowjob. Ever since, when either of them got home, they would change clothing as needed.
Harry tossed aside his magazine and put a hand idly on Ann’s shoulder. At sixty, they were both still attracted to each other. Before he could start something, though, the phone rang, and Ann hopped off the couch. “Later!” she laughed, and then headed back to the kitchen.