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Suddenly, the weather began to change. The sun hid its face behind a cloud that resembled a python. I began to think about my wife again. We had some really good times together. As the sun lowered itself behind the water it began to get a bit cold. "Do you like to dance?" she asked excitedly. I hadn't danced a step in fifteen years. "Love it," I said. "Great. I know this excellent little club in town. Would you like to go?" She asked. She waited for a response, but it seemed she already knew my answer. I met her at the entrance to the club. She had changed into a sexy red dress. It flattered her petite figure. Tight around the waist, and stretched to accentuate her chest. I was really feeling guilty. I had hoped she hadn't seen me so I could just leave and forget about the whole day.

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I looked at her lustfully and said, "no, I'd rather stay here." She mistook my lustful gaze as sadness and wrapped her arm around me. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked compassionately. "No!" I screamed. "Lets go swimming." We spent the next few minutes in the cold shallow water of the ocean. We had a fantastic time together. We splashed, laughed, and playfully teased each other. After we had worn each other out, we headed for the sand. As we walked back to our spot, I noticed her beautiful limbs. She had quite long legs. They were muscular, but just enough to make them firm and sexy. She was absolutely wonderful. A work of art.

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I began to think about the argument I had with my wife hours before. I just needed to get out of the house for a while. I came to the beach hoping to straighten things out in my head. I wasn't really sure what I felt about her. I began to wonder whether or not I had ever loved my wife. She changed somehow after our marriage, but I couldn't put my finger on what it was that was different. All I knew was that I had to get away for a while. I gently rubbed the sunblock on her side. As my hand rose up and down, I brushed against the side of her breasts. She shivered ever so slightly as I rubbed the cold sunblock on her bare skin. For a long time, we both laid in the blistering sun. Finally, she got up and said, "lets go swimming!"

“I’ve run out of lotion Do you have any that I could borrow?”
She asked politely.

I fumbled though my things and came up with a half used bottle
of sunblock. I held it out to her, but she simply turned around.

“Would you mind rubbing some on my back? I feel a burn coming
on,” she said calmly.

Actually, I did mind. I was suddenly very defensive. I was
hoping to spend a nice quiet day alone. I said nothing. I began to
massage the sunblock on her smooth white back. The smell of the sand
and the surf had combined with her perfume and her hairspray. I was
becoming more and more aroused by her.

“Beautiful day,” she said. “I sometimes wish every day was like
this.”

The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard
singing earlier in the day. The sun was still shining brilliantly
behind her. I could barely make out her face through the glare.

“Well, man does not live on bread alone,” I said foolishly.

Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say. I
propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face.
She was strikingly beautiful. She was the kind of girl that you had
to look at twice to make sure you weren’t seeing things. When she
turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t
dreaming. My eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but
perfect breasts. It was as if they were speaking to me. “Hello. We
are her breasts.” I thought. Before I could finish my lustful gaze
of her assets, she spoke to me again.

It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville. I remember the hot
summer sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me. I remember
thinking that nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town
beach that day, but I was wrong.

About midday, I saw her. I saw her walking along the beach with
a light summer shawl around her waist. She was far away, but I could
see the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo.
As she walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to
talk briefly with each person she passed. After what seemed like an
eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning. I tried to pretend
not to notice her arrival, but it didn’t work.

She took a finder in her mouth and languidly
rolled her tongue around it, tasting herself. As she nursed quietly on him,
Sara’s hand nestled between his legs as it often did, and was greeted by
a warm splash of fluid as he lost control. Oblivious, Sara slept on, and his
body slowly relaxed. Julie clasped his hand to her now-buttoned shirt, and
he slipped away. He could have sworn he heard the last ember of the fire
wink out, though he might have been mistaken.

As his middle
finger slid wetly over her clitoris she thrust upwards and engulfed him.
He reached inside of her and cupped her as he had her breast, rocking
his palm in slow circles. His fingers were deep inside of her pulsing
walls as he grasped her lips between his knuckles and held firmly.
With the heel of his hand he pressed downwards and fluttered his palm,
sending vibrations through her spine to explode in her brain. She clamped
her teeth on his arm as her thighs clutched at him and she trembled.
Minutes passed as they lay still. Sara stirred, rolling over to her
right. He turned with her, and the motion drew him from her with a soft
smacking sound. As Sara’s arm slid around his waist in her slumber, Julie
curled on her left facing him in the darkness. She drew his hand to her lips
and delicately licked it.

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His hand was nestled in a womb of moist, warm air as Julie began to roll her hips forward with each circle in vain to catch the fingers as they passed. She was aching, straining for the contact, but was herself afraid of waking the bed's third inhabitant. As he circled, he felt her wetness creep up the crotch to meet his fingers and he relented. At the top of his next circle he darted under the string which was the waistband of her panties. Arching his wrist, he lifted the damp cotton from her and danced his fingers through her hairs. Scratching lightly, his fingers burrowed inward to her center. Her thighs parted involuntarily to make room for him, and Julie's leg stretched over his. He lifted his left leg over hers in an effort to restrain her motion.

His palm lay against her belly, and he
discovered with a smile that Julie was an “outie.” His longest fingers just
crested the ridge of her pubic bone. A whisper of motion and he could feel
the smooth skin beneath the sweats. He drew his arm upwards, his elbow grazing
her warm breasts, and he set about to untie the drawstrings around her waist.
At this odd angle he was clumsy, and his fingernails too short to grasp the
tiny knot. He fumbled quietly for a time, until suddenly his hand was shoved
away. He recognized the tearing of a seam in his ears as she thrust his hand
through the torn waistband and over her mons. Now his fingers felt coarse
ringlets underneath sheer panties, and he scritched lightly in circles at
the top of the hill. With each circle he dipped somewhat lower, until he
was sweeping across the barest hint of a ridge of flesh. He stopped his
advances there, pressing more firmly but always only grazing that spot.

He gently squeezed his palm, grasping a fistfull of Julie and kneading it.
Her hips unconsciously shifted as her breath deepened. Her hand closed about
his wrist and pried him from her for a moment. He thought he had overstepped
his bounds and was about to withdraw. His arm was being replaced, though this
time his hand slipped under the soft cotton and he felt her hot skin touch his.
Her breast fairly burned as he stroked it, running his thumb over her swollen
nipple.
Julie rolled back against him and then slid slightly away, lieing on her
back. The move slid her chest beneath him and he met the other coral hill as
the shirt fell away. Still he could see nothing, but in his mind he saw them
laying there, Sara deep in sleep, he embracing both women, and Julie with her
bosom open to the room, growing warm beneath the blankets. After what seemed
several hours, she raised her head and pulled his arm from beneath it, laying
it across her body. Julie shifted the blankets, pulling their top beneath his
arm until it dropped beneath them.

Her faint sigh seemed to roar in his ears and his hand froze. Pressed
against him, he felt Julie shift slightly, and the motion pressed his hand
closer to her shirt, jostling his fingers. He waited a moment, unsure of his
next move, when a warm, sticky mass pressed against the webbing of his thumb.
Julie’s tongue slid agonizingly slowly over his knuckle and between his
first two fingers.
He resumed his inspection of the flannel of her shirt, confirming his
identification. He listened closely to Sara’s breath, feeling along his left
side for wakefullness. She slept heavily, as ever, something they had joked
about. He knew it would take a fire alarm to stir her before the morning light.

Once in the bathroom, she turned to face herself in the mirror. Two
crisp peaks in her shirt met her gaze, and she saw she was flushed. Hurriedly
flicking off the light she drew a drink of water and sat down, taking a deep
breath. Her fingers trembled as she drew the water to her lips to sip.
Counting to twenty, she tried to recall the meditations he had taught her.
She folded up her legs and found her center, her breath becoming normal.
Sara darted back into the bedroom and slipped under the covers next to
him, opposite Julie. He turned obligingly and she lay on his arm. This was
familiar, this was natural, she thought. Soon she drifted off to sleep.
He awoke to extreme darkness. The fire was dead, though some of its heat
remained. Concentrating, he found that he lay on his back, and felt Sara
curled up to his left, wrapped around his arm. With a mental start he realized
that the heat he felt came from Julie, who had closed the distance between them
and was now nestled with her back to him, around his other arm. Stretched but
comfortable, he relaxed, concentrating on the sensations of the room. There
was a low hiss emanating from the fireplace, almost beneath notice. The heavy
wool blanket weighed upon him reassuringly, and he felt Sara’s warm breath
dance along his upper arm. The fingers of one of her hands were laced with his.
His other hand felt a soft sponginess he couldn’t identify. He moved his
fingers gently, sliding the tips along and pressing slightly. As he searched,
a bulge formed underneath the surface of the cloth, and with another start he
identified the sensation. He was gently stroking Julie’s left nipple as his
palm cupped her heavy breast.

They all were rocked lightly as they shifted into place. Sara in the middle
slept on her right side, and he cupped her body in a spoon. Julie lay on Sara’s
right, her head close. Sara could feel his hardness pressed against her back,
and began to feel a small core of heat inside of her. But she cautioned
herself that they were staying with a friend, and she was uneasy with another
person so near. Though it was hard to be
Julie was so sweet. They had been friends for several months now. Julie seemed
very comfortable with herself, something Sara envied. But she was coming out
of her shell, as he would say.
Sara turned her head and kissed his arm, which was threaded beneath her
neck. It streched out further still, and Julie lay her head in his hand. She
did look awfully pretty in the dim orange light of the remaining embers in the
fireplace. Julie was slowly tracing circles on the back of Sara’s hand. She
felt herself being slowly mesmerized. But there was a tension instead of the
growing relaxation she was hoping to feel, was afraid of feeling. She
became restless, and shifted about. He whispered a question into her ear,
nuzzling it in the process, and she drew herself up. Sliding over him, she
murmurred “bathroom,” and slid out of the room.

It was winter, and the two of them were staying with a friend who had her
own apartment. The house was chilly, and they had talked late into the night.
As Julie went into the bathroom to change for bed, he and Sara quickly held
each other and kissed. They scarcely had time for a gentle taste of one another
before slipping out of their warm things and into night dress. He pulled on
a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt. She giggled, noticing how poorly they
restrained him, and pushed him gently under the covers. She pulled on a long
nightshirt that fell to her knees, suspended in a long cascade from the
tips of her breasts. She was setting their things aside as Julie returned, in
a button-down flannel shirt and sweatpants. Julie’s eyes made a brief contact
of Sara’s behind as the latter slipped into the middle of the large bed.
Julie smiled at her guests. “It’ll be nice to have company tonight. I’ve
been so cold lately!” As she stretched to reach the lamp, he glimpsed a
flash of midriff glowing pink in the soft light. Then blackness.

Massive sex By: dinesh We live just outside of Preston and we had been married for 10 yrs, Ann my wife and I have always been happy in and out of bed. About two yrs or so ago my mother in law Ann step mother started showing interest in me and started asking questions like do you spend lots of time in bed making love etc.
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Then about a month ago my father in law said that Jean in a silly way fancied me and that they have talked about what it would be like to have sex together, I was shocked but a little turned on, I said that sounds great and left it at that. Two weeks ago Tom my father in law said would I like to call round one afternoon while Ann was at work and have a little fun. I called round on Tuesday afternoon and there was Tom and Jean we had a cup of tea then Tom said that he wanted to stay and watch what was going on, I said fine then Tom told me to stand up in front of them and to undress, I took off my shirt then my pants and by this time I had a hard on it was great I looked at Jean and she was blushing, I pulled own my shorts and stood in front of them as they looked at my dick. Jean told me to sit down on the chair and to start wanking myself but not to cum. Tom then got up came over to me and started to wank me a little in front of Jean, he asked Jean did she like it and thankfully she did. He told her to stand up and then started to undress her, Jean is about 5ft 8in slim and blonde and in my opinion attractive, he took of her top and bra and started to play with her tits her nipples were hard and I could tell she was enjoying herself, but as yet I couldnТt hutch, he then took of her skirt and told her to sit on the chair opposite me he then pulled her knickers off and told her to open her legs to I could see her cunt, she didnТt have much hair around her so I could easily see her lips, Tom started to play with her a little and to open her cunt up so I could see right inside, Jean by this time hadnТt said a word she moans a little and by the look on her face was very excited, would you like to suck her tits said Tom and in a flash I was there, she tasted just right after about 5 minute Tom told me to start licking her Jean gave another little moan and I started to lick her lovely wet cunt we both enjoyed it, all the time Tom was telling me to put my tongue in deeper. I then stood up in front of Jean and Tom told her to suck my dick she did and she very good she started to lick around my ball and I could see pre cun juice cunning out of my dick I thought at first she was going to wipe it off but she didnТt and sucked it up, I said any more of this and I was about to cum, so we stood up and went to the bedroom we lay on the bed I lifted her legs so far up they nearly went round her neck and started to push my dick into her wet cunt she loved it, after a few moments I pulled my dick out and told her to suck it, it was shinny and wet from her cunt juices, by this time she did as we said without question, before pushing it back up her I started to lick her cunt again it was that wet I thought she had peed herself while I licked her she did cum, I looked across the bedroom and there was Tom stripped off and ready for action he came on to the bed and started to play and kiss Jeans tits then went down on her licking her cunt I could see Jean was in the throws on another cum it was great. Tom then started to shag her so I put my dick into her mouth so she could suck on it, then Tom told me to lay on my back and for Jean to straddle me my dick slid into her cunt it was fantastic, Tom was kneeling at the back of us and I knew he was feeling her arse hole he ask her could he push a finger up her arse and the first words I heard her say was a mumbled yes I could see Jeans face tested up as he pushed his finger up her arse then I could feel him tutching and feeling first around my balls then around my arse it was different but nice. Jean then said it's Tom's turn and Tom lay on his back and Jean sat on top of him face upward I could see Toms dick going right inside Jeans cunt she asked me to play or lick her as Tom was shagging her I felt all around them Jeans clit and Toms dick I started to lick at her clit witch sent her wild as I was doing that by accident or not Toms dick kept coming out and he told me to put it back up her on the third or fourth occasion just before I was pushing it back Jean asked me to suck it for him it was wet and very hard I didnТt see any harm in it so I started to suck on Toms dick I could taste Jeans cunt as well as Toms dick it was a real turn on. It was Tom's turn to do the same to me, Jean on her back and Tom's head on her tummy so I would push my dick up her cunt a few time then let Tom suck on it. I was by this time ready to cum and I wanted to cum in Jeans mouth and she agreed I laid by there side while Tom started to shag her again and before long he started to cum, then to my surprise she knelt over me and told me to start and lick her cunt I could feel Tom slowly wanking me so Jean basically sat on my face and told me to lick her at first I could only taste her but after a while I could taste Toms spunk it was hot and salty and a lot of it Jean kept rubbing her cunt over my face until there was nothing left, I then knelt up and put my dick in jeans mouth and told her to suck it wasnТt long before I started to cum I kept my dick in her mouth all the time until ever drop was spent. Tom then came across to Jean and started to kiss so her so her also could also taste my cum. Although we have never really talked about it we all know we all had a good time It is difficult for Jean and I in a since to be alone, but some time when we stay over Tom will come into the bathroom while I'm in the shower and play with me a little it is very nice and on one occasion Jean while Ann was making breakfast came into my bedroom and wanked me off. I hope that SOON we will all get together again and have some fun.