Dan and Mandy's "Thing."

Then he came! It was a blinding flash of ecstasy, an explosion of pure orgasmic delight that overtook him -- obliterating everything in its wake. His cock was a thing alive: a pulsating, pumping machine, erupting in thick wads of cum that seemed that painted Mandy's face like a sticky spider's web as he strained high up onto his toes, arched back and whimpered. Mandy's shoulders were heaving, her face sweaty and warm, and dripping with cum. Dan looked down on her, -- saw his wife's pretty face splattered with another man's cum; the sticky goo fell down her cheeks and dripped off her chin. He leaned down to kiss her, open-mouthed, on the cum-painted lips.

Then Dan handed her a wad of napkins. They hurried to clean up and put themselves together, before all three were racing out to the parking lot, frantic to get back home and continue what had started in that dark restaurant.

***

They were barely through the front door before the two lovers were scrambling all over each other. Dan stood back and watched in awe as Mike's big hands were feeling up every inch of his wife's hot writhing body, savoring the feel of that tight little body through the thin dress she wore.

She wiggled up against his well-toned physique; her hands running over his chest, tearing at his shirt. When she had him bare-chested, they kissed; his hungry hands slid down her back and grabbed handfuls of her ass. She pressed against him and he gave her a crisp smack on the bottom, getting a surprised "whoop." Suddenly, he spun her around in his arms, worked the dress open, and peeled it down her excited body to let it slither to the floor. Dan watched her heels step daintily out of the fallen dress. Then she was arching back against her shirtless lover while he reached up to up to crush her brassiered breasts in his cupped hands. She moaned, panting in his arms.

She writhed against his solid form, wiggled her panty-clad butt against his tented crotch. Wild with excitement, Mike grabbed her by the hair, dragged her stumbling half way across the room, and threw the long-haired girl over her own dining room table, while her husband watched from the sidelines with one hand on his crotch.

Mandy lay there, sprawled across the table, hinged at the hips, her upper body on the smooth wood tabletop while her legs were opened, heels set wide apart. She lifted herself up, bracing on her upper arms, flinging back her hair to look over her shoulder at him, but otherwise she stayed in place -- right where her masterful lover had put her. With a sudden flush, she became intensely aware of what she must look like to the two men: bent over, her rigid legs in silky black nylons. Her ass, tightly packed in those sexy panties, was sticking back in lewd invitation. She gave it a wiggle; an incredible thrill rocketed through her bent body.

Mike's eyes never moved from the girl's swaying ass, as he hurriedly ripped off shoes and socks, shoved down his pants, and quickly ran his briefs down his long skinny legs, freeing his cock to spring up into the cool air. Now nude, his gaze never wavered as he padded forward, his long hard prick bobbing upright as he advanced on his target.

He stopped to the left side of Mandy's provocative bottom and ran a hand up the back of her right stocking from the back of the knee to the top of her thigh. The thrill of the man's slow moving hand on her leg almost sent the excited girl over the edge. She couldn't help shifting from side to side on her heels. The big hand easily curved around her leg and slowly moved upward, leisurely feeling her up while she instinctively widened her legs. Then he paused, his fingers playing over the smooth exposed flesh of her right thigh. Mandy waited tensely, holding her breath.

And then he struck: WHAP! -- a single open-handed slap delivered to her jutting bottom. She shot upright and yelped; another smack quickly followed as the big man proceeded to spank her pantied bottom with grim determination

WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!

He alternated between her cringing rear cheeks, at each stinging slap he called out to her—calling her a prick teaser who loved waving her ass in his face, he called her a whore, a slut, punctuating his words with a crisp slap. Each slap had the girl yelping and jerking up on her toes.

Dan , warmed by the sight, took a seat against the dining room wall, and watched, idly rubbing his crotch, fascinated to see his pretty wife, tossing her head, whipping back her hair, and yelping with each slap as she was spanked like a naughty little girl.

Giving her a momentary pause, the naked man moved up behind her, ground into her ass, rubbing his up-standing cock up the silky seat of her panties, pressing between her cheeks. Then brought his hand into play, rubbing the slick fabric all over her hurting mounds, while she came out with a low earthy moan.

Dan sucked in a deep breath as he watched the naked guy peeling his wife's panties down, leaving the twisted silk at mid-thighs, baring the blushing pink mounds. The sight of Mandy's bare bottom seemed to drive the aroused guy to a frenzy. Using his curved hand he spanked her wobbly cheeks with rapid shots.

WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!

When he finally stopped, Mandy fell forward onto the table exhausted, panting, her shoulders heaving, her throbbing bottom all warm and wonderfully tingling. She felt a hand large enough to span both of her rear cheeks clamp her butt and gently massage her arching bottom as though to rub away the hurt.

She closed her eyes and purred, giving herself up to the warm waves from that caressing hand. Dan who had been rubbing his cock through his pants as he was watching, now saw her attacker pick up his loafer. Holding it by the heel the big guy swung, whacking the unsuspecting girl's tenderized bottom with the leather soul, flattening the bouncy mounds with two quick splats.

Mandy screeched, jacked up into the air, hopping from one foot to the other, and shaking her butt furiously. And when she settle down, her naked lover just looked over her bent form at her husband and winked.

Dan, who had his hand down the front of his pants and was fingering his stiff cock was so excited he could only think of one thing: finding his phone he took a picture of his sexy wife in that obscene pose. Her slender body laid out across the table, her thin arms reaching to the far edge, hands clenching the table to hold on, while her butt jutted back naked and still pink from her recent spanking.

Now Mike picked up the limp girl, turned her body around in his hands, lifted her up by the hips and plunked her down on her warmed bottom, setting her right on the edge of the table with legs dangling down. He leaned in to give her a kiss, which she answered in a long passionate kiss. Both lovers were panting heavily as he reached around to release her bra, pulling it off with one hand, freeing her tits with their hardened nipples. Both hands squeezed, sampled the soft resiliency of Mandy's rounded tits. He ran a hand down her front from breasts to belly and onto the smoothness of her newly-shaved pussy, fingering her there. His cock was, by now, impossibly hard, aching to lay into this choice piece. Mandy, squirming hotly, was tingling with excitement, thoroughly wet below, her pussy juices leaking onto the dining room table.

A flattened hand pushed her chest, and she fell onto her back. He clamped her hips, slid her up all the way up onto the flat table, to leave her there, sprawled out, slack legs left carelessly parted.

She watched her masterful lover through half-lidded eyes, his long prick waving before her eyes, closing in on her as he climbed up to straddle her slender body. She closed her eyes when she felt the head of his prick rubbing up along her pussylips. She couldn't help moaning.

And then he eased into her, sliding his long narrow cock right up her well-oiled cunt in one swift smooth motion. She gurgled from deep in her throat. He wiggled his hips giving her a feel for his throbbing manhood buried deep inside her. Then he eased back and drove into the woman with a single powerful lunge. She threw back her head and groaned.

Now he was fucking her, hard and fast, his gleaming wet cock pistoning in and out of the slick cunt which thrust up to meet his pounding, grinding crotch. Then his pelvis was moving in time with hers, the two lovers rocking in a rhythm that built up to a frenzy of hard fucking.

Mandy's nyloned legs rose up to straddle his hips, clamped on his narrow loins. She reached around to grab his hairy butt, her slender fingers splayed over his pounding cheeks. She gripped him, dug her talons into the man's hard meaty buttocks and held on while being savagely fucked.

Mandy shuddered, whimpered, let out a long keening sound as she frantically clutched her lover to her shuddering body. Her jaw was clenched tight against the over-whelming pleasure; she screeched as a powerful orgasm shook her to the core. Mike arched up, threw back his head, teetering on the edge of his own climax. The sudden upsurge of unstoppable pleasure powered through his pulsating prick and he collapsed on the sweaty squirming girl, with a low guttural groan.

He turned to look over at the husband who had his prick out and was jerking off to see the nude athletic body of the tall man completely cover his slim naked wife, their sweaty bodies heaving, till their breathing evened out and the two lovers lay in peace on his dining room table.

The End

donwin345@yahoo.com

Dan and Mandy and Mike

Don Julian Winslow

Dan was exhausted. It had been a long grueling trip calling on a series of customers, and bed was looking pretty good. But Mandy was excited; she wanted to talk, and kept on talking even after he dragged her off to bed. They often talked about "their thing" in bed together, coming up with all sorts of possibilities, of the guys they knew who they might invite over. He had to be good-looking stud, a real man who was good in bed, one who would grab a hold of Mandy and fuck her brains out while Dan watched every bit of the hot action. Just thinking about it turned them on: both of them tingling with excitement at the possibilities. Mandy snuggled against Dan's solid body and slid a hand down to cover his penis. He could sense her excitement grow when she gave him a squeeze as she described this dreamy guy she met at work.

There was this new science teacher. A guy named Mike. A tall thin guy, with a mop of tussled brown hair and big brown eyes; and she knew the look he gave her with those eyes – a look of definite interest. A woman knows when guys are looking at her in that certain way, undressing her with their eyes, wanting her. Mandy was used to it. She was a pretty girl, and guys had been hitting on her since high school. And so now, when she saw that eager look in Mike's eyes, she smiled back at him.

She listened to the gossip about the new teacher. The female teachers and all three secretaries had plenty to say about the tall good-looking guy with the dreamy smile. In the teacher's longue with no males present, she found out the new guy was considered a real asshound. The rumors they heard from his previous school said he was one of those guys who had trouble keeping it in his pants; he would chase anything in a skirt. And it often got him in trouble. The girls laughed about that, but Mandy could feel they were intrigued. She could sense the sexual tension in the air. She knew these randy young women: they all wondered what the new guy was like in bed.

And then today, before school opened, something happened. She had been showing the pictures to some women teachers and secretaries, pictures of their vacation in Cancun, of her and Dan at the beach resort lounging about with drinks in hand. She was sliding through the photos on her ipad when one popped up that surprised her – she lay back on a beach towel wearing nothing but the low-slung black briefs of her scanty bikini. She was embarrassed, laughed and made some joke about how Dan managed to slip that one of her topless in there. The girls were all kidding her and giggling when Mike suddenly appeared in the doorway! He heard the noise and came to see what all the fuss was about. Coming from his early morning jog, and still in T-shirt and running shorts, the new guy stuck his head around the corner to look over the huddled heads of the girls, straining up on tiptoes to find his pretty new colleague so nicely laid out on the ipad's screen.

He couldn't have seen much, just a quick glimpse of before Mandy snapped the cover shut, but that was enough: .Mandy's lean tanned body; her softly-rounded tits well-oiled and glistening in the sun. She pulled the ipad into her lap, and looked up, to see him grinning down at her, the thin t-shirt sticking to his hard sweaty body; she caught the quick wink he gave just to her before he turned away.

***

So she told Dan all about Mike, and the two of them began to lay their plans. The next day Mandy took particular care in dressing for work: wearing a crisp cream-colored blouse that buttoned down the front, a loose linen skirt, nylons and heels, and at Dan's suggestion – going without underwear. Careful makeup and just the right perfume, had her smiling at herself in the mirror. Today, they decided, Mike was in store for a real treat.

Mandy carefully timed her arrival for the early shift in the teacher's lunch room when only a handful of teachers would be there. Mike was sitting all alone at a side table. He smiled at her and gestured her over, but she didn't go over to his table, instead she pulled up a chair to one of the plastic tables directly across from where he sat. No one was paying any particular attention to her as she sat down facing Mike from across the small room. He looked up with a question in his eyes; she gave him a big smile, as she reached under the table, and slid her skirt up her thighs. She saw him straighten up alertly, his eyes lighting up at the half-hidden gesture. Then, when she had his full attention she slowly opened her nyloned legs letting him, and him alone, get a good look at her pussy before promptly closing up and casually crossing her slim legs under the table.

Flashing the new guy had been an unbelievable thrill. When she saw the man staring at her exposed sex with lusty hunger in his eyes, it cut through her like an erotic knife. And now she struggled to control herself and appear nonchalant. Swinging one pointed toe, idly padding the air, while looking serenely around the room.

Across the room Mike sat perfectly still, no longer paying attention to his food, just sitting in his chair, captivated, staring at the incredibly hot woman who was so obviously coming on to him. Mandy ignored him, finished eating and, looking around the room to see that no one was paying attention, reached up to quickly undo the first three buttons of her blouse.

Then she gathered up her tray and strode across the room to stand before the astonished science teacher. She set her tray down and leaned over the table, letting the loosened blouse fall open to give the guy a good view of her unfettered tits as they shifted towards him. She saw his eyes fixated on her swaying breasts and leaned closer to give him a whiff of her delicate scent.

In a lowered velvety voice she asked if he would like to meet her for drinks at Fredo's on Friday night. It was an invitation no red-blooded male could possibly refuse.

***

Mandy was primping in front of the bedroom mirror while Dan sat on the bed, silently admiring his wife's tight slim body, watching her getting dressed. Mandy smiled at what she saw in the mirror. She loved dressing up. She was a good looking brunette, with a lean body, who worked out, took care of herself, and stayed fit and trim.

He silently admired her slightly built body, as fresh from the shower, the nude girl padded across the bedroom carpet. Stopping at the end on the bed, she bend over to rummage through her underwear drawer, giving her husband a choice view of her tautly-rounded behind. She surfaced with a wispy bra in her hands, a lacy thing that would cradle her modest breasts but not help much with support. Luckily, Dan thought those firm high-set boobs didn't require much in the way of support. He watched her slip her arms through the loops, and coax her beasts into the sagging cups. She reached back to secure the clasp, then hefted her brassiered tits with both curved hands to settle them in a comfortable fit.

Now she slipped on a pair of silky panties. Dan smiled. Seeing Mandy's generous butt packed in those skimpy black panties was always a treat.

Next, she sat on the bed to draw the long silky nylons up her legs. The dark tinted thigh-highs were secured by wide topbands of elastic lace. Dan loved seeing his wife's dynamite legs encased in the black stockings. Looking incredibly sexy in her black underwear and stockings she went over to find just the right dress. She picked out a black number, as Dan knew she would – it was a form-fitting dress that hugged her curves nicely. The thin shoulder straps left her slim arms and narrow shoulders deliciously bare, and the front allowed and just a peek of her gently-mounded tits. She threw back her long dark hair letting it fall down her back, and stepped daintily into her fuck-me heels. Turning in front of the mirror she let herself be admired by her audience of one -- who gave her an appreciative whistle.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a horny slut. A familiar tingle rose up in her loins, a wave of randiness. She was a cat in heat, with only one thing in her mind. She needed a man -- a stranger with a big hard cock! An aching need to clutch a man, a real man; to hold Mike, his hard athletic body tightly pressed against hers, to rub up against him, feeling the bulge of his good stiff prick pressing into her belly. She wanted Mike to see her like this in heat, to follow her with that hungry look of raw, animal lust. Tonight she would have him. She needed big Mike. Tonight he would want her; take her; fuck her!

***

Fredo's was dimly lit and crowded, as it was every Friday night. Dan guided Mandy through the crowd, his hand lightly on her waist. As they passed the bar, heads turned, interested men, and women, checking out the hot babe with the long hair in her little party dress.

Dan guided her to the booths at the far side of the room, where they could watch the entrance. It was only a few minutes before Mike came through the door, looking around till he spotted Mandy across the room; then, only realizing as he got closer and slowed his step, that she had a man with her.

Mandy made the introductions. Mike approached Dan warily, not sure what to expect; while Dan welcomed the new guy with a firm handshake and a warm smile. Mandy slid over and found herself sandwiched between the two men when the drinks arrived. Dan let her carry the ball, since she had done this sort of thing before and she was good at it. She snuggled closer to Mike, and made small talk about work, rubbing up to him as she let him get a heady whiff of her perfume, touching him on the arm or hand while making some point. Coming on to him in a thousand ways.

Dan leaned closer to Mike, asking if that he noticed what a big flirt Mandy was. Guys were always trying to get in her pants. He didn't mind; he knew she simply liked men, and that was that. And she especially liked Mike, he added in a whisper. Wore her special dress just for him, so he could see her pretty legs.

Mike felt the woman next to him shift and a under the table, a leg moved over to press against his; the nearness of the girl's warm soft body had Mike getting hard; his stiffening prick stirred in his pants. His left hand that was sitting on the table, was suddenly covered by hers. Mike sucked in a breath of air as she rubbed against him. Dan continued in his low whisper asking if Mike would to see those pretty legs. The poor guy could only try a weak smile and silently nod.