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Nostalgic Recollections From The Golden Age Of Troilism

Sleep never came easily to Pam. The collection of little brown bottles on the bedside table bore witness to that. But tonight no amount of sleeping pills would stop the endless stream of images running through her brain.

Memories of a stranger’s hands running smoothly over her breasts; warm brown eyes that tried to hold her gaze but were drawn irresistibly downwards, to where the tight black curls of her sex were on show. Images of her husband’s expressions as he watched her being mounted, the disbelief in his staring eyes, the seedy, grubby fascination, the way he kept licking his dry lips. Glimpses of the compulsion that had driven him to arrange his own cuckolding.

But Sam, at least, had no trouble sleeping. He was on his side, turned away from her as usual, breathing deeply and slowly. Back there on The Heath, as she took the stranger into her, as she gave her husband his first piece of fresh cream pie, she’d vowed he’d pay for his pleasures, that she’d make him clean up every last drop of the sperm she’d taken for him. But like most of her plans, it hadn’t happened. As soon as he’d come, he’d lost all interest. As usual. And when she’d not taken her shower but come to bed with the stranger’s semen still inside her, he’d shown no interest, even when she tried to blow him, which usually worked. I bet the cunning bastard knew what I’d got planned for him, she thought.

So she’d laid there for hours, listening to the clock, re-living the action, still stunned that she’d actually done it. Wanting to talk it through with him, to understand. Wanting to clean herself up and yet needing to keep something of Mick inside her. It was him that had made the difference, she decided. Tipped the scales, made her decide to go through with it. She hadn’t expected him to be so young, or smell so good, or be so gentle, or make it last so long. Or make her come the way he had.

I bet Ginger wasn’t expecting that, either, she thought, smiling a slow, contented smile and slipping her hand between her legs. Yes, it was still there, though it was a sticky wetness now, not slick and slippery like at first. She sniffed her fingers, trying to recall the smell of him but it had been hours ago and the scent was no longer fresh.

Ugh! Time for a shower. She swung her legs off the bed and walked naked into the bathroom.

Ginger slept on, oblivious.

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The events of Tuesday night provided virtually the sole topic of conversation for the rest of the week. Ginger could be boring at the best of times but he wouldn’t let the subject drop and drove Pam to distraction. Within hours, it had become a total obsession and she listened with mounting concern as one plan replaced another.

They’d advertise in contact mags. They’d join a nudist club. He could take Polaroids. No, better still they’d use some of that money his father had left him and go to Amsterdam. They had clubs there where you could just walk in and fuck whoever you liked. And they ought to get a video camera. And anyway, he’d heard rumours that there were parts of The Heath where couples put on shows while guys watched. Even joined in if you wanted them to. And there wasn’t just Mick either. What about Mark? You two certainly seemed to hit it off last Christmas at the firm’s party. Yes, thinking about it, they shouldn’t stick with just one man. You never know what might happen. You might develop feelings for each other. Yep, we ought to stick to strangers, thinking about it. Safer that way.

Pam felt her spirits sink as one grand scheme after another unfolded. She knew resistance was useless once her husband locked on to a new craze. He would just keep on and on and on, wearing her down until she gave in. The only way out was via the bedside bottles of sleeping pills or through the door. And she’d tried them both before and failed. She was thirty eight and fading fast. She couldn’t support herself on her salary as a part-time medical receptionist. Not in anything like the lifestyle they enjoyed now. A wimp, a failure. She couldn’t even give him the children they’d both wanted so much. And the sex had been going downhill for years.

Until Tuesday night, that is.

On Tuesday night she’d done the unthinkable. Given herself to a man she had never met before, an old school friend of her husband’s. And actually enjoyed it. No, more than that, she’d loved every minute of it. Once she’d realised that she was not being offered like some ritual sacrifice to a dirty old man with bad breath. No, the stranger had been a man she would have fancied across a crowded room. A man she would have relished an affair with.

Not that there’d been many of those, lately.

Not like in the early years, when she first realised that marrying Ginger was the biggest mistake of her life. She’d still had some spirit then. Nothing too risky, of course. Friends and neighbours mainly. Oh and a couple of memorable quickies with a gorgeous lifeguard at that expensive hotel in the South of France. Once even while Ginger was in the same room as them, flat-out dead drunk on the couch where they’d left him, while they used the double bed just a few feet away. Ironic, really. There she’d been, pulling the pillow over her face as she came, so she wouldn’t wake him up and yet all the time he would have enjoyed watching. Especially, she now realised, if she’d let him follow the guy in. Given him - what was that expression he used? - oh yes, a nice slice of cream pie. Read the rest of this entry »

Nostalgic Recollections from the Golden Age of Troilism

They had chosen their target carefully, in a pub some twenty miles away from home and Julie had eventually agreed, in the warmth of their bed, that if it had to be somebody, then he seemed nice enough.

Played it down well, thought Rich. With just a touch of reproach, even resignation in her voice. But when he still hadn’t mentioned it two days later, her casual inquiry had been just a bit too casual.

“Don’t suppose you’ve done anything about that guy we saw?”

So he teased her, saying he was having second thoughts about the whole thing. And he watched her wipe down the table with a new intensity, her lips clamped tight as she worked out her answer.

“Well, like I said, we could do it in stages. No need to go mad. Just a quick session in the back seat, just like you and Maggie last Christmas. No need to go any further than you did.”

Ouch! Finding himself alone with her best friend in the back of a car after a party, he’d taken full advantage of her drunken affections. He’d always fancied Maggie and within five minutes had finally got inside her pants. Just about the exact moment the door burst open and Julie and Maggie’s husband got in.

He wondered if she’d seen how far he’d got in that five minutes. Far enough to know what a lovely little hot-pot Tom could tuck in to whenever he liked. If he bothered. Naturally, he had only admitted to a quick kiss and a cuddle. But Julie and Maggie had been friends since their schooldays.

Oh well, perhaps deep down he’d planned it all. Catching him like that gave Julie every right to get her own back. And that, he was beginning to admit, was what he wanted more than anything else. He’d always felt an unbearable lightness in his stomach whenever she flirted or danced with his friends. And yet he always encouraged her. It took several years and a particularly wild party before he came to appreciate that he actually enjoyed it. The revelation came when, quite by accident, he’d seen Julie going up the stairs, followed seconds later by Tom, their host. The two had been dancing closely at every opportunity and seemed oblivious to the knowing looks they’d been getting. Read the rest of this entry »

You can always rely on Friday night for something, reflected the man driving the gray van. The traffic on the ring road was at a standstill, as it always was at nearly six. Particularly on a Friday.

Last week he’d got three, all on video, he reflected. The best one was the young couple in the old Ford. They were so hot for each other they couldn’t wait for it to go dark and he hadn’t needed the night sight attachment. These new camcorders were amazing and even though dusk had been falling, he’d got near perfect colour pictures of them folding back the passenger seat and making love.

At first he couldn’t see much because the guy had covered her. But after he’d come, he’d got off and sprawled back in his own seat, leaving her laid out, practically naked, tits on show, legs spread for all to see. Well, anyone perfectly hidden fifty feet up the hill above them, with a long lens and a polarizing filter to kill the reflection off the screen. Yeah, that was the best of the three technically but the last one, the threesome in the Renault, had intrigued him the most.

Plenty of couples came up to The Heath for sex. He’d been watching them for more than ten years. And he was not alone. Most of them had their fun and left an hour or two later none the wiser that they’d been providing arousal for anything up to five or six voyeurs, or toms, as the man called them. Voyeur was not a word he used lightly. He considered himself to be the only true voyeur on the whole of The Heath. The only professional. The only one never to have been spotted by his victims. Well, except the once. And then he hadn’t had to run or fight - they’d just burned rubber all the way off The Heath. The rest, the toms, were just amateurs, crashing through the undergrowth, getting too close, fucking things up. Just peeping fucking toms, with no fieldcraft whatsoever.

But organized threesomes were bit out of the ordinary. Sure, The Heath had its regular exhibitionists, a dozen or so couples who put on shows for the toms. And sure, occasionally a door might be opened, an invitation issued and somebody’s wife might get fucked by whoever was doing the watching. He’d seen it dozens of times. They’d just kneel on the passenger seat, go down on their old man, stick their ass out the door and take the fuck. Usually without wanting to know who was doing it. Which was just as well, he reflected grimly.

Sometimes these impromptu threesomes even developed into gang bangs, with the word going round and three or four more turning up. He never joined in himself. That would have meant making himself known to the others. And in all the time he’d been working The Heath not one of the toms had ever spotted him on a couple. He was that good. And he wasn’t going to change things by joining a line of sad old bastards taking turns on some sad old tart who had had to get falling-over drunk before she could go through with it. Just to keep her old man happy. Read the rest of this entry »

My husband and I are avid BBsers and enjoy some of the Adult stories we read on a local Adult Board we have here in Tucson. We ‘ve lived in Arizona for 12 years now ever since Bill (Hubby) got transfered here. We have two kids ages 7 & 9, we’ve been married for 13 years. I’m 34 and Bill is 38. Our sex life has been great, but last year it got even better than ever! And that is what I am going to tell you about.

First off, I am 5″7″ tall, weigh 120 Lbs, and have redish brown hair, on my head and my pussy. I am considered atractive, but I’m not the Marilyn Monroe of the 90’s. I keep myself physically fit with arobics and diet when necessary. Bill is also slim and muscular and we look good together. We’ve read a lot about guys who want to see thier wives have sex with another guy or another woman. We hadn’t really discussed it in length, just kind of had it in mind and talked about it some. The other woman thing is completley out as far as I am concerned anyway! blah!!

We do enjoy the outdoors and quite often go hiking way out into the desert or up in the mountains. Bill’s hobby is photography so he loves to take nude shots of me when we are alone. We often strip completely bare and hike that way and make love out in the wilderness. Bill loves the redish tint to my brown pussy hair and prefers that I don’t trim it. So going to the beach or pools is out. We have our own swimming pool which makes it easier, for me not to trim it.

Anyway, on this patticular ocassion Bill not only brought along his regualr camera, but also brought his camcorder and tripod. It was on a nice and warm summer day, Saturday. The kids were at camp with the kids next door. We decided to go out on one of our naked hikes and photography sessions. We drove out to one of our favorite places, parked the car and struck out for parts unknown.

Once out far enough, we both stripped completely nude except for our hiking boots and kept hiking. Bill had the equipment and a blanket in a back pack he brought with some wine and water for us to enjoy later. We came to a nice rocky area that was very nicely sandy like a beach. We spread the blanket and I took off my boots and socks and laid on the blanket doing a series of sexy poses for Bill and his camera. They were having an effect as I watched his cock begin to harden as he kept shooting pictures. He had set up the camcorder on a tripod, and was going to save that for when we made love.

I was laying on the blanket with my one leg raised so he could get a good shot of my pussy, when I thought I saw someone behind one of the rocks nearby. I told Bill about what I thought I had seen and he dismissed it as me seeing things because we were way out in the middle of nowhere. But I swore I had seen someone. Bill finally put the camers down and went over and behind the rocks where I had seen the movement. After a couple of minutes, to my surprise, he came back around the rocks with another guy. I quickly got up and was going for my clothes, when Bill told me to relax and stay put. Read the rest of this entry »

My wife Karen and I had been married 4 years when this occured, and its been beautiful ever since. We openly discussed our secret sex fantasies with each other. And thats all they remained until fate made one of them a reality.

We are both in our early 30’s, and both have careers, so we decided on not having children or maybe adopting later in life. Karen is a gorgeous, auburn haired 5″6″, 125 Lb. woman. She is always receiving stares whereever we go. That always kind of turned me on to see other guys staring at my wife. So it was an easy transition for me to want to see her with another guy. It started after I had read about it in some of the stories about men who get turned on watching their wives fuck another guy.

Karen had a fantasy of getting two men at one time, which kind of fit along the lines of my fantasy. But thats all they were was fantasies. We used them while making love to heighten our climaxes. Karen would straddle me and take me deep into her and begin to tell me how much she would love to be in a bed with two guys, one fucking her from behind while she sucked the other guys cock at the same time. Or I’d tell her how I’d love to be watching as she did it with the two guys. It was harmless and it served our purpose of arousal.

Karen’s parents live out in Arizona, just outside of Tucson. Her dad is a retired builder, who built his own retirement house there in Arizona. We had been out there on several occassions, and loved it. The house was out in the middle of nowhere. The nearest house could barely be seen down the dirt road that acessed the property. The house was forgeous, with 5 bedrooms, 4 complete bathrooms, huge deck and a swimming pool.

Last year, her parents decided they were going to go to Europe on a vacation. Karen’s mom called with a great idea, if we wanted to do it. We would take our vacations at the same time and go out and house sit and relax at their home for the two weeks that they would be gone. I was ready for time off and jumped at the idea.

When we arrived, her parents were leaving the next day, so we took them to the airport. Karen’s mother suddenly said that she had forgotten to tell Jamey that they would be gone for a couple of weeks and not to come over. Who is Jamey i asked. Turns out that Jamey was a neighbor boy who helped my father in law build his house. He was a senior in high school and was on the swim team. My inlaws let him use their pool about twice a week to practice.

My mother in law gave us the phone number and told us to call and to explain the situation to him. We had been there two days already and neither of us remebered to call anybody. The pool area was at the back of the house, and was so private, since the house was even at the end of a long driveway, that we laid around the pool naked and swam that way. It was fun, especially sliding it into Karen’s hot pussy underwater. Read the rest of this entry »

Before I tell you my TRUE story and how it came about let me tell you that my husband loves to eat other men’s cum out of my pussy! And I love having it put there by another guy and love to have my husband suck me afterward. So thats what this is about. But the way it occurred was very interesting.

I am 27 years old, 5′ 7″ tall with my husband calls the sexiest legs in town, with 36c tits that don’t really need a bra except to hide my extra big nipples. I work out regularly and have a very nice build, that is envied by most of my friends. I am a natural red head on top and on my slit. My husband Bill is 10 years older than I am, and is in top physical shape himself. With an average or so 7″ cock. WE have two children, (another reason I am proud of my body) One 5 and one 6. We have been married 8 years.

We had never really discussed any fantasies with eachother while made love. Although I did seem to notice that Bill would become very horny, whenever we went out dressed up, especially if I dressed kind of sexy. Bill would often encourage me to not wear a bra, depending on where we were going. I have to confess, I also enjoyed the looks that I got from the other husbands too.

One evening last fall, our friends and neighbors and us were to go over to another couples anniversary party. Bill was upstairs still getting dressed, and I had gone downstairs to the laundry room in my robe and panties to get a clean bra out of the dryer. Our laundry room is off of our kitchen by the back door of the house. John and Marie, the people we were going with were to come over when they were ready. They always used our back door since they lived behind us.

I had found the bra I wanted out of the dryer, and had taken off my robe, when in the back door came John. Since the laundry door was open, he peered in as I was standing there in only my transparent bikini briefs and my naked breasts open to his view. I didn’t quite know how to react, so I tried to cover my breasts with my hands. John’s eyes lowered to the red triangle between my legs and then muttered “oops sorry” and went on into the kitchen. I put my robe back on and went into the kitchen. John was sitting at the kitchen table as though he had just came in. He told me that marie was still getting ready and would be over shortly. As I started to go back up stairs, I saw John stand up and go to the refridgerator for a beer. I froze on the stairs when he turned back towrds the table. He had a big hard on tenting the front of his pants. He didn’t know I was still on the stairs, and could see him. Read the rest of this entry »

 The following is a true story of some of the adventures my wife and I have shared. Her name is Hilda, she is from Mexico, about 5′4″ tall, 118-122lbs, and legs just made to wrap around a man and squeeze his back until it breaks.When I met Hilda she was a virgin, of all things, and until we moved to Alabama in 1995, we had only had sex together. This all changed oone spring when we began discussing a more open lifestyle, and I shared my fantasy of seeing her with another man. As luck would have it, we desperately needed money after an illness I contracted, and was out of work for a few months. The local strip joint called Fantasia was auditioning dancers for the dayshift. I thought about it and I decided to buy Hilda a couple of lingerie outfits. She was skeptical at first, but decided to go allong. I had talked to the manager over the phone and she had agreed to let me watch her dance as long as I didn’t interfere.

With Hilda’s dancing. I quickly agreed and anxiously waited for the day she started. The following Monday, I drove her to the club. She was so nervous I thought she’d puke in the car. She had a fairly short red skirt, stockings w/garters, and heels that complimented perfectly her great legs and ass. Her size 34 tits looked so damn sexy in the push-up bra/teddy combination. I went in first and sat in a good spot while she waited a couple of minutes. The place was a real redneck joint ok, and the clientele was a little on the shady side. I wondered if Hilda could handle herself in a place like this. She came in and sat down after she spoke with the bartender/manager named Melba. Melba was a rough looking woman, but very fair and protective. She told Hilda if she wanted the job she could have it and she would train her, on how to dance real sexy, and turn on the customers. Hilda doesn’t need help in that area, however, as almost immediately, a rather drunk patron stagered over to the table where Hilda was watching the other girl dance and sat down, snuggling up real close. She was startled at first, but she smiled at him as she answered his questions. Yes, she was new, and yes she would take off her clothes later, and she would do a table dance later on, and his company was appreciated. Watching the girl named Melissa dance, I also kept an eye on Hilda as the man slowly slid his huge hand to her right thigh and squeezed. She smiled at him nervously as he began stroking her thigh from her knee back to mid thigh, squeezing her thigh in appreciation. My cock began to strain mightily against my jeans as I watched my fantasy being fulfilled. She was doing great! Then he slowly forced his hand higher, trying to open her legs more. She squeezed her thighs closed, trying not to let him gain access to her twat, but he reached under the table, lifted her leg onto his leg, and ran his hand to her crotch. Her pussy was clearly visible now as I watched him finger her snatch through her panties. Her skirt was almost to hip level by this time as the man pulled her panties to one side and forced two fingers in. He leaned over to her face, which had a very shocked expression, and kissed her on the lips, his tongue searching deep in her mouth. To my surprise she responded and kissed him back. His hand worked her clit furiously under the table until it was time for her number. She got up on stage, and despite the nervousness, did very well. The other customers in the club, all crowded around as she danced, holding out their tips, rubbing her thighs, grabbing a quick feel as she danced close to them. ‘ Read the rest of this entry »

 I was shaking when I made the final decision half because I was excited and half because I was nervous as to if my decision was correct. My wife, Sarah, was a tall(standing at 5′7″), beautiful, sexy woman of 26 when we were married. She had a perfect set of tits that would move rythmically with her perfect round ass when she walked with her conservative and quick steps. Though she was dumb and poor(that was one thing I liked in her, for I liked helpless girls), she looked innocent and well-bred. Her innocent looking pale blue eyes were her highlights. Her first husband was a drunkard. He had been torture itself. He was a car driver and died in an unfortunate(fortunate for me, rather) car accident. We were married two years before and had led a regular sex life for the first year. When I married her my wife was a widow with a 5 year old son.However, I had a very active sex life and could not be satisfied with the regular sex with my wife(though we had had all forms of sex between us). Not to say that my wife was unsexual because she complies with anything I say (remember I married her when she was helpless), but I was always unsatifactory though I never showed it to her. Every day I was growing more and more restless and had to divert my attention every time I drift to thinking, how to make my sex life more exciting, because I usually landed up with ideas in my dreams of see my wife as a slut. That day, I knew that that day would come sooner or later, I took the decision and I wanted my wife to know nothing of it. I looked at the watch and it was 4pm. It was a saturday. I quickly called my friends, John, Tim, Bill and Pad(I haven’t given full name for the fear of disclosing their identity). I told them that they had an exciting evening to look forward and arranged to meet me in my house for dinner. That evening I cunningly selected a sexy outfit for my wife. A black one, which exposed her tits a little at the top and her sexy legs till the knees. She was not at all suspicious, because I was always used to pick up an `irrelevant’ dress for her. I was excited as hell and my hands were shaking. My friends turned up at around 7pm and was not at all suprised to see my wife in that dress because they have seen her in all sorts of fancy dresses before. They sat in the sofa in the hall and I called my wife for drinks to be served. She came out and bent down to place the plates on the table before us. I saw through my corner that Bill was trying hard to take a look at her tits. He saw me looking and felt embarrased. I just winked at him. She handed us our glasses and there were more jealously looks from others. She went inside. Read the rest of this entry »

 I would like to believe I’m fairly typical,with a normal life with a few exceptions along the way. I’m 47 had seven (for the most part) lovely wives and have always enjoyed a great sex life. As I have gotten a little older I’ve worry a bit about sex not being as good as it once was, but I can tell you that’s not the case. Just a little back ground about me and some of my past leading up to the true story I’m about to tell you.My first wife (Gail) was my best friend’s girl friend until I started dating her. Gail had nice tits and a lovely ass, before and after we got married we would fuck any were. In the park along side the road, once on the roof of our house, the cops almost caught us that time, you name it we fucked there. About a year after we married we started playing around with Billy and Sally, I never fucked Sally nor Billy, Gail but we did about everything else and I really enjoyed them watching as Gail and I fuck and sucked in a room full of people. But that’s an other story.

Next was Sharon small tits big ass but back then a very pretty face. We didn’t do much different as far as sex went she didn’t even like to suck my dick. We would get naked with my first wife’s ex boy friend, by the way even after I married his girl friend we are still close friends 30 years later. The four of us would run around my little lake front cabin naked we even drove in town one Sunday morning to get Pepsis naked but not much else.

Next came Karen. Now this was a different story. The first time I met her, a married friend of mine who would use my apt. From time to time had brought her over to the house. I heard them come in but I was in the bedroom with a young lady and did think much of it, I knew it was Dick. After a while I got up naked, went to the kitchen for a beer and there stood Dick with Karen on her knees sucking his dick, I said something like nice job and went back to my date. The next morning I found Karen had left her sweater behind, at work I asked Dick about her and he told me to go for it and about a year later we were married. Read the rest of this entry »

It was an expensive hotel and the door to the room closed with a sigh and a click. Phil hadn’t bothered with goodbyes. Neil forced open his eyes and tried to forget the ache in his head and the taste in his mouth. Vodka. Nothing got Paula going quite like vodka and the bottle was empty. Three glasses and a full ash-tray, he noticed. Oh, and a bedside clock showing 2.17am. Quite a night.
The three of them had gone back to the room after a long and boisterous dinner. Paula hadn’t eaten much - the churning in her stomach had made sure of that. But she’d drunk plenty. And after a few drinks, the thought of what they were going to do later didn’t seem so bad. Phil was attractive, with a streak of self-deprecation she found charming. And her husband Neil was always good fun once he’d had a drink.
Some time through the third bottle of Chardonnay she’d even started flirting with her two suitors. She knew she always blossomed when she was the centre of attention. She just couldn’t help it. As a girl she had loved nothing better than dressing up and showing off. Her prettiest dresses to her adoring father, her waist-length hair to her envious sisters. Her knickers to the boys in the school playground. She felt herself reddening at the memories and took a long pull at her drink. Oh well, twenty years on this wasn’t so very different. Just bigger boys and smaller knickers, that’s all.
And she didn’t have to go through with it. Just give it a try, Neil had pleaded. You can stop any time you feel like it, he’d told her time and time again. Richie and Julie love it. Just give it a try. Just for me Paula. Go on, just this once, please.
She looked closely at the man opposite. The fair-haired stranger she’d only just met. The man she’d agreed to have sex with. A quiet man with warm brown eyes, that’s how her friend Julie had described him. And lovely in bed, Paula! Just look at the pictures Richie took of us. Every position you can think of. And he lasts for ages, Paula. You’ve got to give him a go. It doesn’t bother me, honestly. And no, it won’t change things between you and Neil. Well, it will, actually. It’ll put new life in him! Richie’s been like a rabbit ever since. . . .
Paula flushed and the churning started up again. I’m going to do it, she kept thinking. I’m really going to do it with him. That’s why she’d insisted on a hotel. And Neil wants to watch, does he? Well if she knew her husband, he would chicken out before she did. It would serve him right, losing face like that. Try bragging about that to Julie and Richie, next time they came round for a drink, full of bright ideas.
The warm brown eyes were looking deep into hers and she felt herself responding. Yeah, she’d give him a try. Why not? She held out her glass and the stranger topped it up. Read the rest of this entry »

We called him Dimex because that was the name on the side of his truck. Of all the voyeurs on The Heath, he was the best. Even better than me. Except we felt uncomfortable with the word ‘voyeur’, so called ourselves doggers. You kind of sensed Dimex rather than saw him, but eventually I met up with him. It was a hot Saturday afternoon and I was on a young couple that had chosen to make love in the shade of some trees - the ones I was using as cover to keep watch on the main car park. So it was pure chance I got so close. In effect, they came to me. All I had to do was lie low and let the camouflage gear do its job. Otherwise, I would never have got a ring-side seat. The ground was covered in dry leaves and twigs, and they would have heard me creeping up on them.

With youngsters, the second fuck is the one to wait for. The first is usually over in a couple of minutes but I shot it on my camcorder anyway, from a range of less than thirty feet. It was about an hour later, just as they were starting again, that I suddenly realised I wasn’t alone.

Dimex was so close I could have reached out and touched him, and yet I hadn’t heard a thing. With just one small movement of his hand, he signalled that it was OK, don’t panic, don’t say a word. All with one simple gesture. I didn’t move a muscle. I wasn’t about to upset someone who could walk fifty feet across dry leaves without making a sound. Shit, this guy was good.

Together we watched the couple screw for a good fifteen minutes. Because it was cool under the trees, they didn’t strip off, but we still saw plenty. Especially when he did her doggy-style. Big, beautiful white titties swinging and bouncing in the dappled light, as he slapped into her, making her gasp in pleasure. She could only have been nineteen or so. And she was lovely. Read the rest of this entry »