Double Penetration

The air in my gym still smelled of her sweat, but the real fire started at home. There, through the attic window, I saw it—my husband, Dick, on his knees, his mouth working over the thick, pulsing cock of our stepson, Ron. Anger burned hot, then melted into a throbbing, undeniable lust. My hairless pussy slicked instantly, juices coating my inner thighs.

I didn’t interrupt. I watched, then joined, bringing my buzzing 8-inch dildo into the forbidden space. What followed wasn’t just voyeurism; it was a delicious, mutual corruption. Tongues, cocks, and dildos found every eager hole—ass, mouth, cunt—blurring lines I never thought we’d cross. Andie’s arrival added her tight, virgin asshole to the feast, her face buried in my dripping pussy as her father and brother filled her.

Now, with the taste of multiple climaxes still on my tongue, one question burns hotter than the shame: Where does our family’s hunger go from here?

Which happened when I was 25 years old. At that time I taught at a Catholic school; I was a nun. I have long brown hair, and quite slim, and has been told I have very nice boobs and a chic ass. I’ve noticed a man staring at my ass, even dressed in my nun’s habit. I’m also pretty tall… 5 feet 10 centimeters.

On the day of this story, I escorted a few dozen children from my school to the National Gallery of Art in Washington DC. We were visiting from outside the city and arrived the night before. We arrived early… After waiting for the museum to open, we continued, which I have always regarded as ’the beginning’ of art - the display of medieval art, followed by Renaissance art. The portraits of the Madonna, of Christ, and apostles or saints have been my inspiration to my childhood.

Goldie got bored and decided to take a walk in the woods. At first the fresh air seemed cool and inviting. But when the sun rose to the sky, the sky became more weary. Small rivers of perspiration drove through her neck and around the hills of her breasts, disappearing into the top of her sundress. The damp cloth clinged to her skin, sketching her nipples. She unbuttoned the top of her dress to bring the air to her sweaty skin.

My new friend asked me to go to dinner with two other couples at his friend’s house. He said they did this occasionally, and they try to change for it. I wore a nice “base black” with a v front that my friend Dave liked to look down.

The party was fun, but nothing spectacular. The only thing that was really interesting was when our host, Jim, talked about studying hypnosis while taking some psychological courses at university. He asked me to get hypnotized, and to feel a little wild, I let him. He held up a diamond pin, and he flashed the light in my eyes. He told me my eyes would follow it as he slowly moved it back and forth. His voice kept talking to me quietly and quietly, and told me I was very relaxed and calm. Soon I floated, I wasn’t worried about anything, I did what he said. He put me on the usual stage hypnosis tricks, quacks like a duck, unable to bend my arm. He even hardened my body and put my head on one chair and my feet on the other, had one of the other girls standing on my belly. Very strange.

Mable offered her friends Jake and Dean to paint their house. She had picked a beautiful shade of mauve to help them. She arrived early on Saturday morning, and noticed they had already begun when she opened the door.

Mable walked into the living room and saw them painting. They both wore T-shirts and shorts. She admired the bodies when they shone with sweat. Dean said to get her started. Mable decided she should move her mind. She had been with Jake, but never Dean. She wondered how he was doing, but she had to help get their house together and not think about sex.

My husband and I had always fantasized about other men. If we fucked he’d tell me How much he would like me to be screwed by four or more guys at once. In return I would tell him about the times I fucked before we were married and he would get really excited to hear me describe how their cocks felt going in me and cumming in my mouth and pussy.

“Honey, you’re not serious, are you?” Connie Gasp after he heard what he wanted her to do.

Yeah, honey, I’m serious. You said you were wondering what it would be like, I want you to find out." He said she looked her right in the eye.

She couldn’t believe it. She’d only said it a few times, fantasizing him, and now he told her he wanted to do it so she’d know and wouldn’t ask. Should she do it? Now she wasn’t so sure. What would he really feel and do if she did it while he looked? That was one of the demands that he could see her do it.

I was in NY to visit a friend of mine who lives in a large apartment building in the middle of town. I got there at 12:00 and talked about old times all day. I looked at my watch and I saw it was almost midnight. I couldn’t believe how fast the time went by! We said goodbye and I left.

Walked to the elevator, I saw that, for an expensive apartment building, there wasn’t much light in the halls. When I pressed the button for the elevator, I saw a bunch of guys in the hall who said good-bye to a bunch of people. They must have had a good time because they all laughed and talked. They left and went to the elevator. I looked at them and they said, Of course, being the kind person I was, I said, “hi” back. We waited there for a while until the elevator came. I could hear movement behind me, but I pretended to ignore it when I felt an arm around me and stopped the elevator and through the look in their eyes, I knew what would happen. I was scared, but deep down, I was very excited. The oldest of the men seemed to be in charge.

For a long time, I’ve been trying to make my wife entertain other men as part of our sexual experience. She always seemed open to the idea, but the situation never imagined making it a reality. Until this weekend. We flew to Key on Friday. West and landed in a nice resort that lifestyle was kind. Nothing in public, but there was definitely an air of sensuality nearby. Friday night we did the local clubs and scenes and returned to talk to several couples and bachelors in the pool. Nothing happened, but we had a lot of fun. When we went to bed, my wife told me she had a surprise for me on Saturday night if I was still ready to watch her play. I told her that me and after a passionate sex, we fell asleep.