As a foursome we often went out drinking and I thought a large factor in the strong friendship was that they enjoyed the company of my very attractive wife, Diana. Pub banter often became lewd, and whilst Diana always scolded them it was clear to them that she enjoyed it. So it was whilst having a break from digging Diana again tried to talk them into foregoing the football. John jokingly suggested they needed a real incentive and Diana asked what he was thinking of. A night with my wife or a blowjob was suggested by Dave and the joking continued with John insisting that she would have to wear velvet gloves, suspender belt, stockings and boots. Diana walked off and we continued digging, thinking she was annoyed. To our surprise, she returned saying, ‘Like these?’ whilst holding aloft a pair of long black gloves. My two friends for once were speechless and Diana continued that providing the job was finished in time she would give them both a handjob.

When we were on our own afterwards, Diana appeared determined to avoid cancelling the concrete and the only discussion we had about it was that she insisted I made sure they would not talk about it afterwards. We had, as part of our sex play, talked about her having other men, something have always found arousing, and the thought of her giving a handjob to two men was rarely out of my mind for the next three days. Needless to say, the football was recorded and the job was finished in time.

Late on the Thursday evening Diana came into our lounge in her boots, suspender belt and stockings, holding a box of tissues in her gloved hand. She had them sit together on the couch and knelt on the floor between them. She unzipped their flies and helped them pull their jeans down around their ankles and teasingly ran gloved hands up each thigh. Sitting on a chair opposite them with an erection, watched my wife knead them through their underpants, slowly pulling them down and running her fingers up the shafts of my two friends. She made the pleasure last for over 15 minutes by wanking them to near orgasm, then stopping and then resuming by slowly running her fingers around their balls and up and down their hardness. Taking tissues from the box, she spread them over their thighs and, holding each erection between her thumbs and fingers, both hands went up and down. With the increasing speed John came first and Dave followed about a minute later. They left soon after with a tonguing kiss from Diana and immediately we were on the hall floor and had the best sex ever. She said that my ardour didn’t need any words to show that I was nothing other than aroused and later we discussed the situation and agreed to take it further.

With the extension up it was easy to get Dave and John to help with the decorations, which was rewarded with a blowjob interspersed with heavy kissing did admit to Diana afterwards that I got more pleasure! from watching than I would have got fronra oral and the sex after they had gone was great. Laying the patio and turf on the lawn was followed by a takeaway and later Diana appeared in stockings, suspender belt, high heels and, of course, velvet gloves and took them by the hand and led them to our bedroom. Diana lay between them on our bed and, for over an hour, watched in turn one kiss and tongue my wife and nibble her breasts whilst the other had his head between her legs to groans of appreciation. Diana spent some time sucking them and then instructed me to help get her in position so that she was entered from both back and front. In a trance, I watched my wife orgasm with both my friends inside her. After they had gone she was too sore for more so she slowly sucked me off, making me tell her how proud was of my promiscuous wife.

With assurances of secrecy Diana needed little encouragement and continued to have Dave and John as a threesome about two or three times a month for about a year. This was usually in our bed, but sometimes in a local wood (oh, for a digital camera!) and once behind a disco club amongst the empty beer barrels.

John started a steady relationship with a girl from work and once they were engaged Diana refused to go with him. I made up the threesome with Dave, although I would have preferred to watch. He moved up North after six months and the following year Diana and I had our first baby. We still relive these events as part of our sex play and now, with two children growing up fast, we have begun to talk about finding partners for Diana, something I am really looking forward to.

But her curiosity was provoked. What did Aunt Belle know, anyway? Had Gary confided in her, the way Tom had in Rosie?
“What about lost mines, Aunt Belle?” the girl ventured. Her heart beat rapidly at the thought she might discover some information which would help her new lover.
“Shit.” Rosie sat at the kitchen table and poured herself a stiff brandy. “If George hadn’t spent most of his time and money out prospecting, we could have made something of the hotel. But no, he was always going to hit it rich. Just another gambler! He might as well have gone to Vegas and thrown it away on crap games.”
“Oooooo!” The girl’s eyes widened. “Was Uncle George a prospector, too?”
“Shit, yes. And it killed him in the end. He got caught in a flash flood, at a time when he should have been here helping me run this joint.” Belle downed her drink and poured another.

“I didn’t know that.”
“And any woman’s a fool who gets mixed up with a man with gold fever,” Belle said.
“Like Gary?” the girl ventured.
“Never mind Gary,” Belle flashed. “It was uranium for a while, and then the price of gold went up, and—oh, hell. Forget it.”
The trouble was, she was homier than ever. And for the second time in her life, the man she wanted was out chasing rainbows while she had to stay home and masturbate, at best, to get rid of the terrible pressure of her sexuality. She wasn’t much of a drinker as a rule, but the depressing coincidence was too much for her. She helped herself again to the brandy bottle.
“He grubstaked more goddamn old prospectors than any other fool in the State,” Belle went on. “And what did he get for it? A pile of promises, a heap of worthless paper, and a bigger pile of debts.”
She left the dishes half-finished. “When you get done here, go on to bed. No use waiting up for those assholes.”
Belle herself took the brandy bottle and wandered outside. It was another warm, star-filled, clear evening. And Rosie went to bed all right—in Tom’s room. While she lay there waiting for him, her little body all atremble at the thought of the pleasures to come, she pondered her aunt’s words.

Did Tom know that Belle’s husband had staked some of the oldtimers? Could Tom’s father possible be one of them… and wouldn’t it be wonderful if she, Rosie, would be the one to give him the clue he needed!

It wasn’t too long before she heard the handsome young man come to his room. Tom began undressing by moonlight, while the girl shivered in his bed, waiting for him to crawl in and discover the warm bundle of highly sexed female waiting for him. But this didn’t happen right away. Tom went into the bathroom, and some strong, strange impulse made the girl follow him.

Her knees trembled as she stood in the doorway, seeing, as if for the first time, his muscular naked body. His fleshy stiff rod stood out in front and her eyes were glued to it. She felt herself seized by a strange thrill as he stood in front of the toilet and took his penis between his fingers. It wagged over the bowl, filling his fingers, almost as it did when he was about to fuck her. “Gollleee!” the girl sighed. “It’s sooooo big!”
Tom looked over his shoulder and smiled. He wasn’t really surprised to see the young woman there, and it was the only good thing which’d had happened to him all evening.
“Can I… touch it?” she asked with awe.
“Why not?” he smiled. Seemingly casual, he unclasped his fingers from his dick and waited for the girl to hold it.

This is even dirtier than anything else we’ve done! It’s the most intimate action of all, hanging on to his dong when he’s gonna pee! It’s scarey . .. but so exciting!
She shuddered at the strange thrills that surged through her young avid cunt. For some reason she had to urinate, herself, so badly she could hardly stand it!
“I’ve gotta go, too,” she said desperately, afraid she might wet herself and the bathroom floor.
“So go ahead.”

Hardly knowing what she was doing, she glided past him, feeling the warmth emanating from his body, and slipped onto the toilet seat. Almost without her willing it, her kidneys released their load. The loud splashing of her urine in the bowl sounded shokingly loud in the small quiet room.

Rosie was paralyzed by embarrassment and lust. Looking straight ahead, she found herself staring right at his penis. It was at the height of her eyes and it bobbed and weaved, as if stirred by her warm breath on it. She licked her dry lips, and then let go the last of her moral controls.

Her head jerked forward, and her soft rosy lips opened and closed around Tom’s cock. Immediately die knew the difference between a real hard-on and the swelling when he had to piss, because she felt it getting stiff in her mouth. Her tongue stroked lovingly on the swollen head. Her lips sucked the smooth, slick shaft. Up and down, harder and harder, her head bobbed in frantic motion. Her pussy twitched and lubricating cream mixed with her yellow urine.

Tom sighed from deep hi his guts. What a woman she was getting to be! He twined his fingers in her hair, guiding her bobbing head up and down on his pulsing cock shaft, Somehow it felt twice as good because of the pressure of his kidneys. His knees almost buckled at the pleasure of having his cock buried in her hot eager mouth. She sucked it hi deeper until he felt his glans striking the back of her throat. Then he saw out of the corner of his eye the video camera he had setup earlier was running and she was perfect for another one of his big breast videos that he was so famous for.

“You little witch,” he groaned. “I’m either going to cum or piss, I don’t even know which!”
She wanted him to cum! She wanted to taste that pungent hot jism in her throat again, spurting across her taste buds, slipping down her eager throat. Feeling bolder every second, she cradled his soft balls in her hands, sucking his cock even deeper as she rubbed his balls against her cheeks and chin and nose.
“Christ almighty! Unh! Unh, ah, yeahhh!!!” he cried. His hips began to flail, sliding his cock between her lips faster and harder. He twisted her hair in his hands, moving her face faster than she could by herself, and Rosie almost fainted with ecstasy!

The intensely erotic scene was too much for Tom. He knew he was going to cum any second and he forced her head to move faster and faster while her tongue and lips clung to his hard-moving dick. His balls gathered up in that agonizingly delicious wat and then a hot flood of cum burst from the end of his pounding cock. He seized her head more tightly and pulled her nose against his hairy pelvis, sliding his rod forward, cramming it deep in her throat, crying. “AHH, AAAGGGHHH-OH, OH, CUMMMHINGGG! TAKEITTT!!!”

Rosie gagged and lost her breath, couldn’t breathe for a long perilous second. And then she conquered the feeling of revulsion and began to swallow. She swallowed and sucked, sucked and swallowed while hot bliss crept through her quivering body. She could hardly bear it when he pulled back, and his cock sprang out of her suctioning lips with a popping noise! This was the sound that signaled the end of the blow job.

“Oh, NOOOOOOOO,” she wailed, but he wasn’t done pumping semen yet. It welled out of his long in long white strings and clung to her tanned smooth cheeks and chin. Her tongue licked her lips and as far around as it would reach, but droplets of jism slipped away and spun down her blushing face while he murmered:
“Take it, Bitch, oh you sweet bitch, eat my cummmmmm!”
“Holy shit,” she murmered. The tension left and she felt her cunt unclamp itself. Another yellow river began to dribble out of her swampy pussy.
“Hey!” Tom had to lean on the washbasin as he smiled down at her. “What about me? I still gotta go.

“Oh, oh,” he stared to say, and then memory came flooding back. “Mamie!” He didn’t remember just when she’d told him her first name, but somehow he knew it. He was lying on the big old four-poster bed, and the fat woman crouched grotesquely over him. Her greedy mouth incited his cock to another fat erection while her lips cressed the smooth slick shaft. Up and down, harder and harder, her head bobbed in frantic motion. Her big breasts also wobbling in time with her head.

She sucked him till he climaxed, he remembered, and then she kept on sucking until she’d drained him dry. Daylight was peeping through the closed blinds before they were done with each other. And even then, they’d have kept on as long as flesh and blood could hold up, except for their mutual fear of getting caught. She had a skill for giving blow jobs that no other woman he had ever met had aquired.

Mamie wanted to ask him, to beg him, to come back another night, but she didn’t have the nerve. Tom might have stayed longer, but neither one of them knew how to explain his leaving her house in broad daylight. When he finally did slip out into the street and make his way to his car, he was totally exhausted. He could hardly put it in gear and steer it back to the desert hotel!

Remembering the night with Mamie gave Tom a pleasant rosy erotic glow, and also another good feeling. He’d done something nice for another human being, changed the course of her life. He heard about it eventually, from the gossip in a local bar. week after her adventure with Tom, she’d invited a lonely widower to dinner. As the local gossips said, the fellow didn’t have a pot to pee in. The town was outraged when he stayed not only for dinner but for the night, and the next night and the next, until finally he moved his few clothes into the Widow Stoke’s house and settled down. Mamie didn’t care; she faced them all down.

“Hope he’s a good screw,” Tom thought fondly. “But he must be or ole Mamie would kick his ass right out again!”

Yeah, it’d been fun being the Love Bandit, as much as he did of it, anyway. But it didn’t bring him one inch closer to the maps he needed to help him rediscover his father’s rich mine. All he’d gotten out of it was a helluva good screw, and a souvenir: Mamie’s cream-stained pink panties, to join the hair ribbon her friend Lulu had given him.