littlecordelera
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Wait. The Tubby came out from lurking?
Tubby, I don't think I've ever seen you post in the forums before. You been drinking?
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Wait. The Tubby came out from lurking?
Tubby, I don't think I've ever seen you post in the forums before. You been drinking?
littlecordelera
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Honestly, that wasn't my intent at all. I just had this stupid idea that I could tell my story in one post. This is not my thread, I don't think it is right for me to tie it up with ongoing posts of my story. And people may not be complaining because they are trying to be nice.
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Cordelera
Cordelera -- no need to apologize. Tell this or any other stories any time.
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Cordelera -- no need to apologize. Tell this or any other stories any time.
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No Tigress Haley,
the comment was made a little before 8:00 am and I never indulge before lunch. But I am loving the details of the zack trilogy !!
Keep going please....
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Good for you, you don’t need to give up any of it. You can include the different facets of your personality in your sex life. All consenting adults of course.
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So I've gotten a lot of requests to continue, and no request to stop. If anyone wishes to object to me continuing, you are welcome to send me a PM.
The fact of the matter was, I was not positive. I knew Jason liked to see his wife enjoying other, more virile males, but I didn't know if he wanted it unfolding in front of his friends and business associates. But this is the way it has always been for us. I push the envelope until he cries uncle, because he is never going to come right out and tell me where his boundaries are.
As the skeet shooting excursion was coming to an end, we were all standing around in a dirt parking lot, small groups, here and there, waiting for everyone or everything to get packed up. Jason was over near the little house and the golf carts, and Zach and I were standing with two other guys who, during my stay, were also finding their opportunities to flirt with me. One of them was nice and rather attractive, but the other was a gruff, older guy with a belly. The way he talked, the things he said were gross and crude. I don't remember his name, but it was a one syllable name like, Chuck or something. He was jovial and all the guys seemed to like him, but I was forever grimacing at the things he said.
Just as those two guys headed for their car, Jason approached.
"Zach, you going to join us for dinner tonight?"
Zach cut eyes at me, and I kinda lifted an eyebrow to say, "See. Told ya'." Zach brazenly kept his eyes on me and responded, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." He then turned to Jason, and Jason averted his eyes.
"Ok, good," Jason said, and he turned away to corral everyone into the cars. Jason was trying to play his invitation down, but the three of us knew that Jason's invite was about more than just a seat at the table. As Jason walked away, Zach cut eyes at me again. He had a serious look, and he was telling me, "If you two keep playing this game, I'll call your bluff."
God! My loins started to tingle!
The fact of the matter was, I was not positive. I knew Jason liked to see his wife enjoying other, more virile males, but I didn't know if he wanted it unfolding in front of his friends and business associates. But this is the way it has always been for us. I push the envelope until he cries uncle, because he is never going to come right out and tell me where his boundaries are.
As the skeet shooting excursion was coming to an end, we were all standing around in a dirt parking lot, small groups, here and there, waiting for everyone or everything to get packed up. Jason was over near the little house and the golf carts, and Zach and I were standing with two other guys who, during my stay, were also finding their opportunities to flirt with me. One of them was nice and rather attractive, but the other was a gruff, older guy with a belly. The way he talked, the things he said were gross and crude. I don't remember his name, but it was a one syllable name like, Chuck or something. He was jovial and all the guys seemed to like him, but I was forever grimacing at the things he said.
Just as those two guys headed for their car, Jason approached.
"Zach, you going to join us for dinner tonight?"
Zach cut eyes at me, and I kinda lifted an eyebrow to say, "See. Told ya'." Zach brazenly kept his eyes on me and responded, "I wouldn't miss it for the world." He then turned to Jason, and Jason averted his eyes.
"Ok, good," Jason said, and he turned away to corral everyone into the cars. Jason was trying to play his invitation down, but the three of us knew that Jason's invite was about more than just a seat at the table. As Jason walked away, Zach cut eyes at me again. He had a serious look, and he was telling me, "If you two keep playing this game, I'll call your bluff."
God! My loins started to tingle!
Vitriolhack
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You gotta love the name Zach, in my stories it is short for Zacharias!
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Screwher, please do tell me more?
I’m doing the best I can with real time updates on my “wife did it again” thread.
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I watched Jill get fucked by her young lover today, first time I have been present. I think he was a little nervous the fact her husband was there but he relaxed after a while.
Please go on, this is getting interesting!
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It's been a while since 'The Ex' and us playing with the other Couple. Don't know why it's popping up again in the Fantasies but still as HOTT thinking about it as it was when it happened a few years back. She was definitely a rare find and still fantasize about it happening all over again!
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Thanks Dee, that was great, your kinks and writing are both excellent!
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Sorry. Sometimes work gets very busy.
So Jason and I got back to the room around 4:00 PM. We plopped down on the bed and fell fast asleep. I woke up around 6:00, lying on my side facing Jason who was already awake. For a few minutes, I just laid there, quiet and still, looking into his eyes. Finally, I reached up and stroked his bangs across his forehead.
"That was very nice of you to invite Zach to join us at the dinner table," I whispered.
"You two seemed to be hitting it off," he said. "Seem to have a lot to talk about."
"You did that for me?"
He didn't respond, because he didn't do it for me, but he was too shy to answer. And based on experience, the fact that I was making innuendo about his cuckold desires most likely made his little sprout as hard as a rock.
"I have to go shower," I said, and I lightly touched the tip of his nose. "You be a good boy."
The phrase "you be a good boy," can mean a lot of things between Jason and me, but in this case, it meant two things. First, I knew he was probably wearing an intense erection, and I didn't want him jerking off while I was showering. So the phrase was telling him not to jerk off while I was in the shower. And second, the phrase implied that I was anticipating something happening between Zach and I, and as a cuckold, Jason needed to be reminded that once we are within 7 days of me having a date, which is where I thought we might be, he becomes "pussy boy" which includes certain responsibilities and expectations.
I showered for a few minutes, but I was highly aroused. I called out for Jason, and he quickly opened the door.
"You need me?" he asked.
"Why don't you come shave my legs, sweetie. This shower is kinda small, and I can't see what I'm doing."
If he didn't have an erection before, he had a raging one once he got started shaving my legs. But that's always the case. I stood, and he knelt on the floor next to the tub, and slowly, methodically, shaved every single inch of my wet and glistening legs: my calves, carefully over my knees, the back, the front, the insides of my supple thighs.
So Jason and I got back to the room around 4:00 PM. We plopped down on the bed and fell fast asleep. I woke up around 6:00, lying on my side facing Jason who was already awake. For a few minutes, I just laid there, quiet and still, looking into his eyes. Finally, I reached up and stroked his bangs across his forehead.
"That was very nice of you to invite Zach to join us at the dinner table," I whispered.
"You two seemed to be hitting it off," he said. "Seem to have a lot to talk about."
"You did that for me?"
He didn't respond, because he didn't do it for me, but he was too shy to answer. And based on experience, the fact that I was making innuendo about his cuckold desires most likely made his little sprout as hard as a rock.
"I have to go shower," I said, and I lightly touched the tip of his nose. "You be a good boy."
The phrase "you be a good boy," can mean a lot of things between Jason and me, but in this case, it meant two things. First, I knew he was probably wearing an intense erection, and I didn't want him jerking off while I was showering. So the phrase was telling him not to jerk off while I was in the shower. And second, the phrase implied that I was anticipating something happening between Zach and I, and as a cuckold, Jason needed to be reminded that once we are within 7 days of me having a date, which is where I thought we might be, he becomes "pussy boy" which includes certain responsibilities and expectations.
I showered for a few minutes, but I was highly aroused. I called out for Jason, and he quickly opened the door.
"You need me?" he asked.
"Why don't you come shave my legs, sweetie. This shower is kinda small, and I can't see what I'm doing."
If he didn't have an erection before, he had a raging one once he got started shaving my legs. But that's always the case. I stood, and he knelt on the floor next to the tub, and slowly, methodically, shaved every single inch of my wet and glistening legs: my calves, carefully over my knees, the back, the front, the insides of my supple thighs.
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While it's not something that happens often I enjoy watching my wife with another woman, now mostly with her current girlfriend (We're a polyamorous lesbian couple) but it's just a special occasion thing. Before that it was mostly one night stands with girls we'd pick up at a "girls only" nightclub in the resort town I work in. Sometimes I'd watch, sometimes she would, and once or twice we found a girl that didn't mind both of us joining in
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But I didn't want to push things too far. I just wanted to tease. So once Jason was finished shaving, I sent him out with a reminder for him to be a good boy.
I'm sorry, but I can't remember what I wore to the dinner that night. I know I wore a dress, but I can't remember which one. It was either a long dress, a style I call a "beach dress," or it was a sundress. My beach dresses I like because they are comfortable and cool, but I also like the way they lay down, almost like water flowing, over my curves. If I wore a sundress it would have been low cut and flirty, but not like super sexy. I didn't bring anything that was intended to be super sexy. I wasn't expecting that sort of vibe.
Every night before dinner everyone met for drinks outside the ballroom where dinner would be served. It was always open bar, and it was always a full showing - in other words, like 200 guys without adult supervision and me. So I was quickly surrounded, and one of those surrounding me was foul-mouthed Chuck. He was in rare form, trying to impress his buddies, and I had finally heard enough, so I excused myself and walked over to Jason. We had a brief moment of privacy, and I asked him, "Where's Zach?"
"He's late. He's always late."
And so I would learn. Zach is always late. To everything. After all these years (yes, we still see each other), I have grown to accept it. But initially, I found it very annoying and inconsiderate. It's just who he is.
He finally showed up only a few minutes before we sat down to eat, but guess who also sat at our table.
Chuck.
And he did NOT stop talking. At one point I leaned into Zach and asked, "Does he ever shut up?"
"I don't know," he said. "I don't know him, but it doesn't appear he does."
Chuck all but ruined the evening, but after dinner, Zach and I found ourselves in a corner we seemed to always gravitate to, and we had a very long and friendly and informative discussion.
Back then, Zach would have been about 34 or 35, and his biggest revelation was that he was three times divorced. I was like, "What?" That news sent up all kinds of red flags, and I couldn't understand. He was such a nice guy! How could he go through 3 marriages that quickly?
Humbly, and while gazing into his scotch, he admitted, "I have a problem keeping my dick in my pants."
"Oh," I thought. I know infidelity is a deal breaker to most people, but I've always felt that humans pretending to be monogamous is stupid. All the red flags disappeared.
I'm sorry, but I can't remember what I wore to the dinner that night. I know I wore a dress, but I can't remember which one. It was either a long dress, a style I call a "beach dress," or it was a sundress. My beach dresses I like because they are comfortable and cool, but I also like the way they lay down, almost like water flowing, over my curves. If I wore a sundress it would have been low cut and flirty, but not like super sexy. I didn't bring anything that was intended to be super sexy. I wasn't expecting that sort of vibe.
Every night before dinner everyone met for drinks outside the ballroom where dinner would be served. It was always open bar, and it was always a full showing - in other words, like 200 guys without adult supervision and me. So I was quickly surrounded, and one of those surrounding me was foul-mouthed Chuck. He was in rare form, trying to impress his buddies, and I had finally heard enough, so I excused myself and walked over to Jason. We had a brief moment of privacy, and I asked him, "Where's Zach?"
"He's late. He's always late."
And so I would learn. Zach is always late. To everything. After all these years (yes, we still see each other), I have grown to accept it. But initially, I found it very annoying and inconsiderate. It's just who he is.
He finally showed up only a few minutes before we sat down to eat, but guess who also sat at our table.
Chuck.
And he did NOT stop talking. At one point I leaned into Zach and asked, "Does he ever shut up?"
"I don't know," he said. "I don't know him, but it doesn't appear he does."
Chuck all but ruined the evening, but after dinner, Zach and I found ourselves in a corner we seemed to always gravitate to, and we had a very long and friendly and informative discussion.
Back then, Zach would have been about 34 or 35, and his biggest revelation was that he was three times divorced. I was like, "What?" That news sent up all kinds of red flags, and I couldn't understand. He was such a nice guy! How could he go through 3 marriages that quickly?
Humbly, and while gazing into his scotch, he admitted, "I have a problem keeping my dick in my pants."
"Oh," I thought. I know infidelity is a deal breaker to most people, but I've always felt that humans pretending to be monogamous is stupid. All the red flags disappeared.
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"I would not divorce over infidelity," I told him, and Zach raised his eyebrows.
"Really?"
"Nope. I don't think we're meant to be monogamous anyway."
Zach held my gaze, wondering if I was making innuendo. He looked me dead in the eye. "You don't, huh?"
I returned his laser stare, confirming his suspicions. "Nope."
He looked at me like he was ready to devour me right there, and I looked back at him with attitude. Zach then brazenly passed his eyes over my body, from head to toe, sizing me up. I raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "Do you like what you see?"
"How tall are you?" he asked.
"Five feet," I replied. "Is that a problem?"
"Not one bit. I love petite women. My first wife was only four feet ten."
I almost fell over. "Seriously?" That little fact engendered a small conversation in itself, but I finally told him, "A friend of mine calls Jason and me 'the Lilliputians.'"
Zach chuckled. "How tall is Jason?"
"He claims he's five feet six."
"Claims?" Zach replied.
"Yeah. Claims," I said. "So how tall are you?"
"Six, six."
"You're a giant," I replied.
"Is that a problem?" he said, turning my earlier question back at me.
I looked him up and down, showing my approval with very flirty eyes. "Not one bit," I replied, slowly speaking the words for emphasis.
He gave me that look again, warning me that he was more than willing to challenge the extent of my flirtations. I looked right back at him with defiance.
And then he said, "Somebody's watching us." I cut my eyes across the room to see Jason, mentally disconnected from the conversation around him, watching his wife and a far more virile male, soliciting their assets to each other. Jason had his hand in his pocket. Something he only does when he needs to hide an erection. I wondered if Zach understood that.
I returned my eyes to Zach, and he looked back at me, and we looked into each others eyes full well knowing that my husband was watching the whole thing. My nipples got so hard they felt like they had been frozen in ice. I wanted thick and powerful penetration. God, how I needed penetration!
"Really?"
"Nope. I don't think we're meant to be monogamous anyway."
Zach held my gaze, wondering if I was making innuendo. He looked me dead in the eye. "You don't, huh?"
I returned his laser stare, confirming his suspicions. "Nope."
He looked at me like he was ready to devour me right there, and I looked back at him with attitude. Zach then brazenly passed his eyes over my body, from head to toe, sizing me up. I raised an eyebrow, as if to say, "Do you like what you see?"
"How tall are you?" he asked.
"Five feet," I replied. "Is that a problem?"
"Not one bit. I love petite women. My first wife was only four feet ten."
I almost fell over. "Seriously?" That little fact engendered a small conversation in itself, but I finally told him, "A friend of mine calls Jason and me 'the Lilliputians.'"
Zach chuckled. "How tall is Jason?"
"He claims he's five feet six."
"Claims?" Zach replied.
"Yeah. Claims," I said. "So how tall are you?"
"Six, six."
"You're a giant," I replied.
"Is that a problem?" he said, turning my earlier question back at me.
I looked him up and down, showing my approval with very flirty eyes. "Not one bit," I replied, slowly speaking the words for emphasis.
He gave me that look again, warning me that he was more than willing to challenge the extent of my flirtations. I looked right back at him with defiance.
And then he said, "Somebody's watching us." I cut my eyes across the room to see Jason, mentally disconnected from the conversation around him, watching his wife and a far more virile male, soliciting their assets to each other. Jason had his hand in his pocket. Something he only does when he needs to hide an erection. I wondered if Zach understood that.
I returned my eyes to Zach, and he looked back at me, and we looked into each others eyes full well knowing that my husband was watching the whole thing. My nipples got so hard they felt like they had been frozen in ice. I wanted thick and powerful penetration. God, how I needed penetration!
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It was getting late, and the crowd had thinned out considerably. Jason walked over to where Zach and I were standing, and as he approached, Zach stopped talking, and I could feel the uncertainty in the air between them. They were two friends, but the dynamic between them had already changed. For a moment, there was an awkward pause.
"You two have training tomorrow," I said. In other words, it was late and they would have to get up early in the morning.
"Yeah, I know," Zach replied. He turned around, took a step, and placed his empty drink glass on a table set up for the occasion and draped in white linen. As he turned back, he asked me what I was "...going to do tomorrow" (since they would all be in training.)
"Lay out on the beach, I guess."
He and Jason talked a little about the next day's schedule, and then the awkward silence returned. There was a vibe, a sexual tension that all three of us wanted to engage, but I was still not real sure where Jason's head was. I knew he was aroused. He was walking around with a constant erection, he kept putting his hands in his pockets, but I could not get a read on whether or not he could handle something happening when he was surrounded by so many friends and business associates. Zach and I had done a lot of very heavy flirting, but now what? Should I invite him to our room?
"Should we head up?" I said.
On the elevator, it was dead silent. The tension was killing me. I was standing a little behind Zach and Jason, and for the first time, with them standing next to each other, I could see the massive difference in size between the two. Zach looked like a giant next to Jason. If Zach had decided to invite himself into our room, there would have been nothing either of us could have done to stop him. The thought stirred a delicious warm arousal in my gut. I wanted to feel the thrill of being pinned under his power - helpless - taken. His powerful thrusts demanding all the pleasure they wanted from between my open and willing thighs.
Suddenly, Jason broke the silence.
"You going to meet us for breakfast?" he said.
"Sure," Zach replied. I could tell from his tone that he took Jason's question to be a hint that the night was over, but I saw it completely the opposite. Jason was trying to tell Zach that he wanted him to stick around.
We got off the elevator and arrived at our room first. Zach didn't wait or pause or anything, He gave me a side hug and said, "I'll see you guys in the morning." Jason asked him what time, and as Zach pulled away, they decided on 7:00 AM. Zach turned and began to make his way down the hallway, and I said, "And don't be late."
Zach spun around.
"Bite your tongue woman!" And he wasn't kidding. It took me by surprise, and I felt a rush, like being startled. His tardy problem, I quickly learned, was a touchy subject. He turned and started down the hallway again.
I turned to Jason with big eyes and whispered, "Whoa!"
"You two have training tomorrow," I said. In other words, it was late and they would have to get up early in the morning.
"Yeah, I know," Zach replied. He turned around, took a step, and placed his empty drink glass on a table set up for the occasion and draped in white linen. As he turned back, he asked me what I was "...going to do tomorrow" (since they would all be in training.)
"Lay out on the beach, I guess."
He and Jason talked a little about the next day's schedule, and then the awkward silence returned. There was a vibe, a sexual tension that all three of us wanted to engage, but I was still not real sure where Jason's head was. I knew he was aroused. He was walking around with a constant erection, he kept putting his hands in his pockets, but I could not get a read on whether or not he could handle something happening when he was surrounded by so many friends and business associates. Zach and I had done a lot of very heavy flirting, but now what? Should I invite him to our room?
"Should we head up?" I said.
On the elevator, it was dead silent. The tension was killing me. I was standing a little behind Zach and Jason, and for the first time, with them standing next to each other, I could see the massive difference in size between the two. Zach looked like a giant next to Jason. If Zach had decided to invite himself into our room, there would have been nothing either of us could have done to stop him. The thought stirred a delicious warm arousal in my gut. I wanted to feel the thrill of being pinned under his power - helpless - taken. His powerful thrusts demanding all the pleasure they wanted from between my open and willing thighs.
Suddenly, Jason broke the silence.
"You going to meet us for breakfast?" he said.
"Sure," Zach replied. I could tell from his tone that he took Jason's question to be a hint that the night was over, but I saw it completely the opposite. Jason was trying to tell Zach that he wanted him to stick around.
We got off the elevator and arrived at our room first. Zach didn't wait or pause or anything, He gave me a side hug and said, "I'll see you guys in the morning." Jason asked him what time, and as Zach pulled away, they decided on 7:00 AM. Zach turned and began to make his way down the hallway, and I said, "And don't be late."
Zach spun around.
"Bite your tongue woman!" And he wasn't kidding. It took me by surprise, and I felt a rush, like being startled. His tardy problem, I quickly learned, was a touchy subject. He turned and started down the hallway again.
I turned to Jason with big eyes and whispered, "Whoa!"
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Nice buildup of sexual tension between the 3 of them! “Whoa” is right term!
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