"The stroke length is adjustable from two to seven inches and the stroke speed is also adjustable. It can be set from zero to two hundred and forty strokes per minute. The brochure doesn't say how long the machine can last in continuous operation, but maybe we will be able to find that out before we are done."
While I was giving my little spiel Steve had been ranting:
"Let me up mother fucker.
He sucked on my knee. I let out a yelp. "Stop, stop!"
"OK," he stopped.
"Hold me instead," I said, turning against his side, putting one leg across his thigh. In broad daylight, wrapped in each others' arms we taxied along the Ala Moana onto Kalakahua drive in Waikiki, past the Royal Hawaiian and Moana hotels, the only big hotels there, to our little love nest near Queen's Surf beach.
Once in the room, we took our time, unpacking, undressing, showering.
I slumped over, in relief and guilt. Maybe some part of me hoped that I had been pregnant and would have to explain to Dan what I had done. At least that would probably assuage my guilty feelings. Now I would have to just live with what I had done.
"I think you should leave," I stated flatly.
"Jill, don't be mad," he pleaded.
"Just go," I said without turning around.
After looking in the bathroom and the spare room he went into our bedroom which was still unmade from the morning. He stopped just after the entrance and looked around then said, "Rough night?" I looked in the direction he was looking and saw my soiled underwear from yesterday and my vibrator lying on top of the dishevelled bed clothes.
I was horrified, how could I have been so stupid not to have cleared these things away before now. "Oh my God I'm so sorry." I said as my face burnt to a cinder with embarrassment.
During the course of the next nine months, she kept me informed in pretty graphic details of her get-to-getters with Cliff, and I kept responding that Cliff was not only having all the fun, but enjoying looking and touching her body, while all I could do was imagine what she looked like.
About a year ago, she wrote she was no longer seeing Cliff, but someone else had come into her life.
Which, as it turns out, was just fine with me.
Anyone watching us have sex would have known that Raquel was the one in charge. In addition to being on top and doing the most active movement, she had my wrists pinned above my head with her hands and her head dipped down to mine while she pistoned up and down on me. It was, in many ways, the ultimate depiction of predator and prey, with Raquel dominant and having her way with a restrained, submissive me.
Pulling her head up, Raquel smiled down at me, her mouth lustfully open as she continued her wonderful work on my cock.
"Phillip, if you will come back and make a home with me, I will do anything, and everything you ever ask of me. I will have absolutely no rules for you. You will have them all for me. Even if you say your love for me is dead, I know that it is my fault, and I will still love, and cherish you just as though you still thought of me in the way that you did before I did this heinous thing to you.
"I have nothing special to wear," I warned him.
"What you had on last night was perfect," he said.
"Oh, you mean nothing at all?"
He laughed. We finished our drinks while we dressed. I wore my beige sheath with spaghetti straps, with sandals. Left my wedding ring on. How depraved is that? He took me by the arm walking down the hall. I felt just like an Air Force Captain's wife but immediately remembered you might not want me any more.
The hotel had set up one of its convention halls for the occasion.
The so-called "physical check-up" was the start of it. That was over a week ago. I've just been going through the motions since, barely doing my motherly duties. At the start of the physical, everything seemed routine. In the examination room, where the table with the stirrups gapes at you, the nurse asked for a urine sample, took a chest X-ray, and a blood sample (no trouble finding the vein in my arm).
"My turn, honey," she said softly as she smoothly moved across him and straddled his head. He looked up and saw her soft, blond trimmed pussy hovering above him. The pink lips were slightly agape and her moisture was very evident. He moved his hands to her hips and pulled her down to him, breathing in her sweet fragrance. He worked his tongue like a magic wand, moving it from her vagina up to her clitoris and teasing it gently.
By Gingerbread
(all rights reserved)
CHAPTER I: JASON LAMBERT, MD
In Beth's Confessions III (please read it) I described my temptations and my slip-ups when our country went to War again, and my husband was sent overseas again, this time to the Far East, for a year. In the middle of that year, as I told you, he got leave in Hawaii.
After Howard told me that I started checking out the other women at the party and comparing they way they were then against the way they were at previous pool parties. A good half dozen had gone from one piece suits and old fashioned large two piece suits to skimpy bikinis. My wife a trend setter! Imagine that!
As was our habit at social gatherings Betsy gravitated toward the women where I guess they talked about raising kids, swapped recipes and such.
Authors note: In my story "Returning Home", I had a secondary character by the name of Bear. I received a number of comments wanting to know more about him. Here is his story. It will be submitted in two chapters. Warning! This is not a DG Hear typical romance story. It has lots of sex and troubles growing up.
As if this isn't enough, Janet is fondling Summer's tits hidden under her jumper. Summer reacts reaching her hands upwards and finding Janet's breasts. Janet undoes her remaining buttons and Summer opens up the front revealing her monumental swingers.
'Don't you think Jan has the biggest tits you've ever seen, hmm, they are so big.'
'Let me see yours,' and Janet lifts up the front of Summer's jumper.
![I'LL BE BACK IN A MINUTE," AMY GIGGLED](http://www.imghost.in/images/wyh6nzd87nbch9ngt1wf.jpg "I'LL BE BACK IN A MINUTE," AMY GIGGLED")
Despite myself, I had to smile. "You bastard!" He joined me and after a minute, we were howling with laughter.
"Yes?" Colin propped his heavy body on an elbow and looked at me from up close.
"Yes." I whispered and realized I was ready to cry. I would have cried if it were anybody but Colin next to me.
Her cunt muscles gripped me hard sending me over the top. I grunted like a wounded animal and sent load after thick load of high octane cum deep within the confines of her womb.
"Yeah," he admitted, his eyes firmly between my legs. "My wife..." he said, and it had sounded like mah hwa'f, "she doesn't shave like that."
"Oh, Weston," I said and leaned forward to caress his cheek. "That's alright, honey.
Just like his finger in me before, his cock didn't do anything for me - good or bad. I felt no pleasure, save for the knowledge of what I was doing. There was no physical satisfaction, but I moaned and gasped just the same.
I slightly opened my eyes and peeped at Weston's face only to find him staring at me, his face an ugly mask of hard labor. "Come on, honey. Come on..." I said, hoping he'd cum before he broke anything, his or mine.
Suddenly, Weston's revolting face started turning deep red and for a moment I was afraid he was giving himself a heart attack, only to realize that this was the moment of his climax.
