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‘Yes. I stripped off the housecoat as soon as he opened the door. He could not avoid staring at my boobs.’I imagined her wearing a tight-fitting blouse with no bra. Her breasts had dropped over the years, larger after children, her areole darker, her nipples swollen and as luscious as raspberries, even when not aroused, a bra was essential wear for her these days. The very thought of her pendulous tits under a thin white blouse…and for another man…fuck!.’The hold-ups were a bit of a disaster, they didn’t do as their name suggests so I took them off. He seemed to enjoy that, making no attempt to hide where he was looking as I sat on a chair in his kitchen, my knickers stretched tight across my pussy as I moved. Glancing down I saw the appeal…my pubes were showing and the crotch was dark where they were damp. When they were off, I was so horny I parted my knees and used the stockings to absorb the wetness between my legs,’By this time I was sporting a painful impossibly restrained erection. The vision of her virtually masturbating in front of a masturbating pensioner, her stockings in her hand, wearing just knickers and a blouse that did little to hide her unfettered breasts was too much. I had to wank. Not caring what she thought, I feverishly undid my belt and dragged jeans and underwear down, freeing my dripping erection. Before I could do anything else she slipped to her knees, grabbed my cock and was wanking me; she licked my shaft like a hungry whore. With my hands in her hair, I held her there.Over-sensitised as I was, I came quickly. Incredibly, she did not pull away, leaving me in her mouth as I spurted copiously, something she had never allowed before.After, I made myself decent while she made coffee.’Do you want to hear what happened next?I sipped my coffee. It was surreal. I’d just ejaculated into her mouth and we were sitting at the kitchen table as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had changed despite her revelations, despite the seismic shift in the boundaries of our sexual relationship.Fuck yes, I wanted to hear more.She continued, ‘As I buttoned up my housecoat, he suggested I should consider a solution to my difficulties with the hold-up stockings. I knew exactly what he wanted.’I nodded, ‘Suspenders?”Exactly. He hadn’t hinted at any other changes, so it was to be stockings, suspenders, knickers, and nothing else. I could barely Tokat Escort attach the clips to my stockings, I found myself trembling in excitement.”You were particularly excited this time?”Yes. Something I haven’t mentioned. I’m not sure how you will take this.’ She looked anxiously into my eyes.’He would not be alone the next time I visited.’I was stunned. Her parading around in front of this gentlemanly distinguished pensioner was one thing, I’d become accustomed to it, but this was a different game. She was no longer a simple home help, now she was about to put on a deliberately conceived show for an audience. It dawned on me that this wasn’t about to happen, it had already happened and there was nothing I could do to stop it.’Go on,’ I prompted,’He said nothing more. So I simply prepared myself as usual and left it to fate. I pulled on my knickers over the suspenders. Buttoned my housecoat.”He was alone as usual, his eyes feasting on the suspenders and stockings as I dispensed with my housecoat. I was in part relieved that he was alone, yet I could not but feel a little disappointment.’I shared her disappointment but kept it to myself.’I jumped when the doorbell rang and hesitated’, she continued, ‘he glared at me, commanding without speaking. I reached for the housecoat. But he shook his head.’Unspoken but clear…No.’I was to answer the door as I was. Naked but for the brief panties and suspenders and stockings. For the first time, I nearly rebelled.’I smiled. ‘Nearly?”It could have been anyone at the door. My breasts were uncovered, my nipples stiffening hard. I was acutely aware of the briefness of my knickers and the visible dark patch of pubes, all the more visible because my knickers were wet. As I slowly opened the door, tried to see who it was and keep my modesty, the visitor pushed past me unceremoniously and entered the hallway. It was a man, same generation as the Commander, but taller, broader chested, more heavily built. He had already slipped off his trench coat and tossed it expertly onto a coat hook on the wall of the passage.He turned to me, smiling broadly with too-perfect teeth that I suspected were not original.’You must be the home help I’ve heard so much about,’ he said in a pleasant cultured voice while offering me a hand, a hand which changed direction as I put my hand out to accept it.’I gasped Tokat Escort Bayan as his thumb flicked the nipple on my left breast which he was lifting as if estimating its weight.”You don’t get many of these to the pound,’ he chuckled.’I was completely taken aback. If I hadn’t been dressed – undressed – as I was, I might have taken offence. But it was incredibly exciting to have my breast mauled in that way by this admittedly handsome stranger. I could hardly complain. To him, I was little other than the Commander’s whore. No decent woman would open the door topless, virtually naked and sexually aroused. I felt the tickle of something running down the inside of my leg. I was gushing with arousal.’Despite having recently cum, my cock was again rampant and craving attention. I resisted the urge to repeat my earlier response, I wanted to hear more.She was keen to confess everything. I sipped my now cold coffee as a distraction.She continued.’He spotted the Commander, still waiting in the living room.They greeted each other, surprisingly formally for old acquaintances. Completely ignoring me still standing in the hallway, the visitor sat on an armchair and the two men discussed the state of the stock market and other everyday issues.I went to the kitchen, grabbed some kitchen towel to mop up my wetness, then made the two men coffee and took it into them on a tray. I bent over to put it onto a low table before standing, waiting, in the middle of the room.”Well, Commander Forbes, what’s it all about?’, asked the visitor, a slight nod of his head indicating me.’The Commander explained that I was his allocated home help, but we had reached an understanding regarding the provision of extras, which he would pay for. To my dismay, he said were no boundaries to these extras, and that I would do anything he instructed me to do. I know what you are thinking, why am I saying I was dismayed when we both know that up to this point, I had not refused any request, even those simply implied? But you must realise that I had fallen under the spell of my Commander. I was not just anyone’s to use. Or so I thought. I was soon to be proven wrong.’To my horror, he put me to the test. It was almost as if he had read my mind. Perhaps he simply guessed that he was going further than I would have expected of him, despite my already accepting the introduction Escort Tokat of the visitor.He suggested I should take off my wet knickers, surely they were uncomfortable. Sure enough, with the two men staring fixedly at my hands as they moved almost without my conscious control to the waistband of my underwear, I hooked my thumbs under the elastic and pushed the garment down…when they were past my hips, my knickers, my last defence, fell to my ankles. Trying not to part my legs, I bent and hooked them from my feet. As if he had spoken, and told me what he wanted, I put the wet scrap of black lace to my nostrils and inhaled the musky scent, then stepped toward the Commander and gently tossed them to him. He caught them expertly, and did as I had done, inhaling my intimacy in an act that asserted his dominance and my subservience, before tossing them to the visitor.The visitor did as we had done, but in an act that sent a shiver through my body centred in my crutch and spreading like lightning to my nipples, he spread the knickers so the crutch spread between his fingers and licked the part that had been closest to my pussy. He closed his eyes as if savouring the arousal of my most intimate place. I should have felt violated. Instead, I felt myself gush and shuddered…somehow the fingers of my right hand had found their way inside me and I was fucking myself. The fingers of my left hand were tugging at my left nipple.’I could scarcely believe what I was hearing, not only that my wife had stood in front of two men, one a stranger, in just her stockings and suspenders, tits and cunt on display, wantonly, blatantly, masturbating, but also that she was telling me about it. But she had not finished.’The visitor was taking off his clothes, and was quickly down to his underwear. My gaze was on the bulge in his tight white briefs. The Commander watched me as if gauging my reaction. He suggested I would be more comfortable if I were facing away. I understood him. Turning my back on the visitor I sank to my knees, and dropped forward onto my hands, my breasts hanging like udders, nipples touching the carpet. GCrouching, I lifted my naked buttocks and presented myself like a beast. The visitor lost no time, I felt something hard, hot, ribbed, sliding forward in the wetness between my swollen eager labia and then back and again forward. I reached back between my legs and guided the head of his cock into my body. I was so wet that entry was easy but it was tight too…I’ve never felt so filled, stretching the tunnel of my vagina and pressing on my clitoris. I cried out in ecstasy as I was filled as I’d never been filled before.
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