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My name is Kevin. I have all the gifts that anyone would want. I am 6’ 2”, and have a naturally good build that barely needs the gym to look great. I grew up in a great town, with two parents, attended private school and graduated from an Ivy League school.

From the outside, you see a good-looking guy with a great job, married with a wife with a killer body, drive a fancy car, live in a big house. I have a vacation home in the mountains and a great collection of wines and whiskeys.

Or that’s what I had. Here’s my story.

I never really had to work to do well in school and was bored with my studies, so I because lazy. I found early in life that I could hustle, gamble or cheat to get what I want.

My first experience was in elementary school when I bet another kid that I could run faster than he could. I was twice his size, so it was an easy win. I traded my crappy peanut butter and jelly sandwich for his steak sandwich. Nice upgrade for a short dash down the hall.

Later, I bet that I could get better test grades, swim faster or kick field goals further than classmates and won cash, a laptop and new iPhone. I learned that I had to let myself lose occasionally so people thought they had a chance.

Once in college, I bought an old shit-box car and changed the engine, got new tires, and added some semi-legal extras to quicken the car. When I was ready, I approached a jackass named Charles Sloane whose grandfather donated a load of cash to the school and had the Sloane Center for International Business named for him. Charles never missed an opportunity to brag about this to anyone who asked. A true asshole. When my car was ready, I followed him to a gas station where he filled his BMW.

“Nice car,” I started.

“It is a sweet ride. The new M-Series just got it two weeks ago. I was going to do some mods, but this thing is fast enough,” he said.

“I’ve been working on mine and it’s pretty damn quick,” I replied.

“That old thing,” he said dismissively with a laugh.

“I didn’t catch your name,” I started. He looked stunned as if he should be as well known as a movie star or president of the United States. “I’m Kevin Miller.”

“Chuck Sloane,” he replied.

“Nice to meet you,” I said, not registering with him that I was aware of who he was. “So, Chuck,” how about a race? Let’s make this interesting. Winner gets the loser’s car.”

“That vs my car? Ok, my family’s groundskeeper needs a new car for his wife. This will be easy.”

We both invited a few friends, but word spread as it always does on social media. The race was at 8:00 that night. By 8:15, Chuck was signing his title over to me. “I gotta hand it to you, Miller, that took balls,” he said, shaking my hand with admiration.

Whenever I needed cash, I would make small bets, making sure that I would win between 77-82% of the time. It was the perfect balance to make me a challenge, yet beatable.

By the time that I graduated, I was earning about $75,000 a year in hustles and gambles. In my senior year, I won, or earned free books for my last semester and more than my share of good grades with others doing the work for me.

One big winning was a simple bet that I could eat more pizza than my opponent. I was offering cash and the other guy had concert tickets at a nearby casino. Although he outweighed me by about 100 pounds, I started my third pizza as he slowed down and quit. I felt sick after 22 slices but had two tickets to a great show at a nearby casino at the end of the day.

The show started at 8:00, but I arrived early. Surprisingly, I had never been to a casino before. My eyes lit up as I saw all the games that I had played online in one room. I started blackjack with $300 in chips and was up well into the thousands in no time. It was almost 7:30, when my winnings swelled to over $20,000.

A casino manager approached my table, offering me a steakhouse dinner and free hotel stay as I got up to walk over to the concert. “We appreciate your business,” he said as he asked what brought me in. When I mentioned the concert, he talked into the mic that was attached to his shirt. “Go to the ticket call desk and ask for Juan. He will swap your tickets out for second row floor. I will arrange for dinner reservations following the show.” I thanked him, met up with my roommate and headed for the concert.

After the concert, I stopped at the roulette table. Three spins in I was up a few hundred dollars when a man approached me “You are having some good luck tonight, he said as he put his arm around the woman next to him. “I was at your table earlier. Let’s make this interesting. Put $10,000 on black, double your money if it hits.” The ball rolled and settled, and I hit it! This was great.

“Again,” he asked.

“I will take red, double for you if I win, but if it hits black, your friend sucks my cock.” Without pause, he agreed. I never saw that one coming. The ball seemed to ride for ever around and around “RED 34” said the woman running the table.

“Shall we go?” I said. I had just lost the $10,000 that I had just won. In my mind, it wasn’t my money to begin with and I was up for the night.

Without sharing names, the couple led me to a room with private elevator service to a penthouse luxury suite. Upstairs, a bottle of champaign was sitting in a silver bucket in the living room. The man poured glasses for the three of us as this exquisite woman started to undress. “please join her,” said the man.

I watched as she untied the bun at the top of her head, freeing the long mane of hair that fell to the middle of her ass. Oh, what an ass it was, plumping out from her thin frame like two matching apples. She unzipped her dress, stepping out to reveal that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Her plump tits had a slight sag. Further down, she had a full-on blonde bush the likes of which I had only seen in vintage porn.

I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my muscled chest to the couple. “Very nice,” she said as she ran her hands down my chest to my belt buckle. “Allow me,” she offered as she removed my pants. Seeing my impressive bulge, both she and her partner moaned.

“That’s going to be fun,” he said to her as she pulled my underwear down. “A lot of fun,” she continued as she tried to wrap her hand around my impressive girth. Snaking her long tongue, she teased the fat head of my cock. In the distance, I could see the man jacking his own cock. While not the fat 9 incher that I have, he had some decent length.

“Suck it hon,” he said as she moved her hands behind her back as she descended on my spear. I had a few blowjobs before, but this woman was spectacular. I watched her head bob up and down before she moved forward, taking almost all of me into her mouth as her tongue snaked out to lick my balls. Sensing that I was close, she backed off, walking down the hall of the suite without a word. I did as any guy would… I followed her to the master suite where she lay down on the bed with her head hanging over the edge.

“Fuck her mouth,” ordered the man who started all of this.

As she took the fat tip into her mouth, she reached behind me, cupping my ass, and pulling me closer to her as she swallowed my cock. I took the clue and fucked her mouth slowly at first, increasing speed until I could feel the cum churning in my balls. The woman moaned as she could feel the telltale signs of what was happening as she forced me all the way down her throat as I erupted, sending several volleys of hot cum into her.

Pulling out as she caught her breath, I moved onto the bed, teasing her fat nipples as my moved my hand to her wet pussy. “Ooohhhhh,” she moaned as my fingers played with her clit. I moved further down, sticking one, than two fingers inside of this stranger until I found her G-spot. Before long, she soaked my hand as she reached a climax. She then sat up, cleaning my hand with her mouth.

“Join me,” she offered as she led me to the impressive bathroom and turned on the shower. The two of us washed each other from head-to-toe. It was only then that I remembered the man who was with us. I could feel the cool rush of air on my ass as the shower door opened and this stranger stepped inside. He then bent her over the shower bench, inserting his hard cock in her wet pussy. The couple fucked for less than 20 seconds before he came inside of her.

It was over as fast as it started. “That will be all. Thank you for your time,” was all he said to me as he opened the shower door.

On the elevator ride down to the lobby, I thought to myself that this was definitely the strangest night of my life.
 
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As I mentioned, I discovered that I had to lose sometimes so people wouldn’t be afraid to bet. Sometimes losing was as fun as winning. A few years after graduating from college, I was at a bar with some friends who had started a few rounds of darts. I watched the players, figuring out who was a better player before placing my bet.

Before a round, I said “$100 says that the guy in the blue shirt wins the next game. I couldn’t help noticing that a tiny redhead was next to him, watching every move that he made. She was really hot, with a slim butt and small tits. From the way her nipples showed slightly under her tee shirt, I could have made a side bet that she wasn’t wearing a bra but didn’t want to start a riot.

Back to the game. He was a good player but was usually beat by his friends. Sure enough, he lost to another player. I repeated three times, deliberately losing $500 to draw a crowd.

“You’re a fucking bigmouth, said the guy in the blue shirt. What’s your name asshole? I introduced myself, learning that blue shirt’s name was Joe. “Put your money where your mouth is, Kevin. You and me, best of three games. $1,000.” After agreeing, I stepped up and lost the first game. In the second game, I appeared nervous as I hit the outside of the board, getting a low score. By now, a crowd had gathered, and people were making side bets. Steve and I went back and forth until were tied with one dart remaining for each of us. “Not the hot shit that you think you are,” said Joe. “$100 says you can’t hit a bullseye.

I agreed, and hit the bullseye, taking the $100 from Joe, winning the second game before winning the third. The crowd went wild as I bested Joe, walking off with the winnings. I apologized to the bartender for stopping business during the game, leaving the $100 on the counter for him as the crowd headed back to refill their drinks.

“Congratulations,” said the redhead as she approached the bar, shaking my hand. “Darla, my name is Darla. I am here with Joe.” Her next comment got me. “My only problem is that when he is pissed, he leaves me alone and I have to take care of myself. If he won, we’d be on the way to his place to fuck all night, but not tonight thanks to you,” she said as she walked back to where Joe was with his friends.

A friend overheard the conversation, commenting that the comment was more than a bit weird.

After a while, I headed for the bathroom in the back of the bar. It was a single unit, so I waited for the next guy to finish before entering. As I was entering, I felt someone behind me. “Don’t react,” was all the female voice said.

Turning around after closing the door, I saw Darla standing there. I was there to pee, so I unzipped and aimed the bowl. “Allow me,” she said as she took hold of my cock as she looked down. “Impressive,” was her only comment as I finished. She then turned around, rubbing her ass against my cock. Even with a layer of clothes, I could feel the warmth of her body and softness of her ass as she moved up and down on my swelling penis.

“We have to be quick,” she said as she moved forward and pulled her pants down. “Seeing him knocked down was a real turn on. I know that’s fucked up,” she said “Pull off your pants. Although I was a bit nervous that this was a set-up, my little head took control, and I went for it. Darla bent over the sink as I teased her small, shaven slit with my fat knob before entering the tightest pussy I had ever had. Once snuggly inside I just stood, as Darla’s pussy moved back and forth as her pussy swallowed more and more of me on each stroke until I hit bottom. “You’re fucking huge,” she moaned as she continued to milk my cock. I reached under her tee shirt to play with her braless tits and big nipples. “Pull them hard,” she moaned as she took me repeatedly. Things were heating up as she pushed me back. “I have to see this thing, it is amazing!”

Darla spun around, moving to her knees. “Wow,” she said with a doe-eyed look on her face. No time for this, fuck me,” she demanded as she hopped up on the sink, spreading her legs. Her shaven pussy looked tiny as I sank all the way down before she wrapped her legs around my waist. I could hear a creaking noise as I lifted her tiny body, moving to the side before fucking her against the wall. I glanced down, and Darla had pulled her shirt up. She was pulling on her nipples as her orgasm approached. Trying to keep her quiet, I put my mouth over hers and kissed this virtual stranger deeply as she moaned into my mouth. The scene was just too much for me as I came, delivering shot after shot deeply inside of her vice-like pussy.

Just as we were coming down from the rush, my arm craped up as I swung her back onto the sink to prevent her from falling. I pulled back as the cum leaked from her gaping slit. I rested all her weight on the sink as I pulled up my pants. Just as she slid forward to stand, the sink gave way, crashing to the ground, releasing the water lines as the began to spray on both of us. I quickly moved her to the side and turned the water off to prevent a flood. The two of us were soaked from the waist down as we left the bathroom, passing the line of men who clearly knew what was going on in the bathroom.

I walked past the bar, as the manager approached from her office. “This should cover the damage,” I said as I handed her the $1,000 that I had won and left the bar. As I stepped into the BWM that I had won from Chuck Sloan a few years ago, I thought to myself that I was more than even for the night.
 
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I was at a business conference in Palo Alto when I met a spectacular woman who, as it turned out, shared my hobby. Julia was working for one of the vendors at our meeting, demonstrating her software to anyone who stopped at her booth. The tan suit that she wore looked great, offsetting her jet-black hair and dark complexion. Under the suit was a white shirt, unbuttoned at the neck just enough to tease what lay beneath.

I let her demonstrate her product before offering to take her for a drink after the trade show. She was half-way through her first drink when I arrived at 5:15, ordering one for myself. We talked business before changing the subject. I was on my second round, and she was on her third.

“How much do you want to bet that that couple at the end of the bar is married… to other spouses and not to each other? $100 says that they’re married to each other. Rings on their fingers, and a look in their eyes that said they were married.” It was a safe bet, so I took it.

We approached them and started chatting about the conference. “So where you are from, I asked,” Simultaneously, the woman replied Boston and the man said that he lived in Dallas. “It must make an interesting long-distance marriage.

“Oh, we’re not married” she blurted out before realizing what she was saying, I mean… We…!.”

“Don’t worry, you don’t owe us an explanation,” said Julia.

“How long have you been together,” asked the woman as she tried to get past the awkwardness.

“Tonight is our third anniversary,” I announced with a smile as Julia looked at me.

Julia replied, “Every day is as if it is our first,” Julia countered as she took my hand in hers. “Nice to meet you.”

“Now that was worth $100,” I said once we retuned to our seats at the bar. We talked about how often we both took side bets as we compared notes as drinks turned into dinner before heading back to my room.

Taking her into my arms as soon as the door was shut, we kissed deeply. “Happy anniversary,” I said as I unbuttoned her blouse. “Now I get to unwrap my present.”

“I want a chance to win my money back. My next wager is $200 that you can’t swallow my cock to the root. Remember, I said, between kisses, you don’t know what I bring to the table.”

Julia’s hand moved down my chest and waist, resting on the lump in my pants. I could see the look in her eye change as she got an idea of what she was dealing with. “The first rule is to know your odds before you wager.”

“I agree,” she countered. Julia smiled, knowing something that I didn’t. “Let’s just say that I always leave the guy drained and begging for more.”

The heat between us grew as we teased each other, as our clothes were left in a pile at the side of the bed. “Holy shit,” Julia said as she hefted my growing cock in her warm hands as she bent down, leaving kisses on my chest and belly, before cupping my impressive balls and giving a kiss to the tip of my cock.

As she jerked my shaft she licked and sucked the tip and then the sides, until my precum was flowing to lube my shaft. Taking my flanged head into her mouth, she licked and sucked, extending her tongue to tease the underside. She then looked up at me, locking eyes before descending inch by inch. It was pure heaven as she pulled back. “This has got to be one of the three biggest that I’ve had. My college professor, my dad’s best friend and now you,” she said before moving down toward the root again. As much as she tried, she could only get about seven inches down, leaving two inches exposed. She then lay on her back on the bed with her mouth hanging over the side. “Fuck my mouth,” she ordered.

I moved forward entering her mouth and throat from a different angle as I moved slowly back and forth. My balls were boiling over as Julia could sense that I was reaching my climax. She was losing the bet and knew it, which turned me on even more. She then reached back, grabbed my ass and forced me forward, but she could only manage one more inch before she pushed me away as she started to cough. “DAMN IT,” she screamed.

Sensing how close I was, she took my back in, and rubbed by swollen balls as we slowed to enjoy a slower pace until I pulled back, on her tits. Julia scooped my cum and licked it from her fingers before asking why I didn’t cum in her mouth. “Next time,” she said as she turned over and went to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning, Julia was coming out of the bathroom. “We need more towels; can you call down?” I made the call to the front desk, and Julia was greeted at the door by a tall man within a few minutes. “Towels, ma’am.” She thanked him and closed the door. “He was hot.”

Julia showered first and was drying her hair in front of the mirror. I was getting ready to shower as I admired her amazing body. I went out and picked up the phone “I am sorry, I am in room 437 and seem to have left my toothbrush and toothpaste at home.”

“Ready for some fun,” I asked as she was applying make-up.” The hot bellman is on his way back. Keep getting ready.” The door knocked a few minutes later, as I invited the bellman in, “Let me get you a tip,” I offered as I moved in as I moved toward my wallet. “Come in and shut the door.”

Franco, as his name said on his shirt, stepped in and glanced toward the right to see Julia, fully naked as she prepped herself for the day. “Honey, will you help me for a minute,” I said as she stepped from the bathroom. The poor guy’s eyes almost popped out of his head as she walked up to him, and grabbed his cock thought his uniform pants.

Just as she had done the night before with me, she teased his budge before removing his pants. “This has to be quick,” she said, glancing at the time. “Franco and I both want to keep our jobs!” Franco pulled down his pants, revealing a slender uncut cock that was nearly at full attention.

Not bad, I thought. Of course, not as bad as I was, but fairly respectful.

Julia pulled his pants down and went to work as I took off my robe, revealing my hard cock to Franco and Julia. “Holy shit,” said Franco as I stepped behind her upturned ass, I entered from behind in one stroke, buried fully to the hilt in her warm wetness. Julia responded by fucking back onto my cock a few times before I took over. The scene before me, with Julia’s nose buried in Franco’s torso with his cock fully down her throat, was amazing. I can usually last, but within a minute, I was cumming deep inside of Julia while she took Franco’s fresh load down her throat.

“Gotta go, she said as she put herself together, dressing quickly and heading out the door for work, leaving Franco and me along in the room with our cocks hanging out. It was an awkward few seconds before Franco’s called out that he was needed elsewhere, and then he was gone. It was over practically before It started.

I walked into the bathroom to start my day and found Julia’s business card. I turned it over and read “bet you call me.” That’s a safe bet that she was bound to win.
 
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Julia and I went to my tenth high school reunion, held at a hotel near my hometown. Reunions are always odd, with people reuniting with old friends and catching up with others who they had not seen in years. Of course, I kept up with my friends on social media, but I was looking forward to seeing everyone in person.

Looking around the room, I could see those who had aged well over the last decade and those who didn’t.

I was happy to be there with Julia, who turned heads as she entered any room. I was an Ivy League grad, a Junior Partner with a bright future. My “stock price” remained as high as ever with this crowd.

Scott Perkins, one of my best friends from high school caught up to me at the bar. After making small talk, he said “remember when you used to bet on almost anything?”

Just then, a woman walked up to the bar. “Five-dollar bet, that she won’t order booze for herself,” I said to Scott. “My husband will have a Sam Adams, and I will take a club soda,” she said.

“Nicely played. How did you know?

“Julia heard her mention to a friend that she was expecting.”

“Well played as usual, Kevin,” said Scott.

Later in the night, most of us were on the dance floor when Scott came up to me “Next song will be a male lead singer” he said. “$500.” Figuring that he had probably tipped the DJ or as least made a request, I turned him down. Sure enough, a Michael Jackson’s “Billy Jean” was played next.

We left the party early and headed into the hotel bar. A couple sat at the end of the bar. Jim Marks, the captain of the football team who beat me in the election for class president came into after us. “Hey Kevin, how have you been” asked as we shook hands. I was surprised to hear that he had married Margo, a girl from school who was always shy but would stare at me whenever we were in the same room. The only reason that I knew her was that our moms were friends, so I saw her when our families would get together a few times a year.

“Wow, you and Margo, who would have thought,” I asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, she was always odd in high school, and still is a bit awkward sometimes, but we love each other. Also, she’s, let’s say, not that hot, so I don’t have to worry about guys trying to nail her.”

“What an asshole,” I said to Julia, and she agreed.

After he left, Scott told me that Margo’s dad was the head of some huge accounting firm where Jim now worked. It made me wonder if Jim had married Margo or was just using her as a way into the firm.

I walked to the back of the bar where a bunch of people were playing Beer Pong. “Somethings never change, I said to Julia as we approached the table. “Let’s make this interesting,” I said. “Loser adds $20 each time he loses, final winner takes all.” Ping Pong balls bounced into cups, with some missing and some hitting. About a half-hour into the game, we had 30 rounds, and had $500 in cash on the table. Jim’s wife, Margo bounced her ball successfully, pocketing the $500 in cash.

“Next round is for the big boys and girls,” said Jim. $500 for each loss, winner takes it all.” A crowd gathered as a few of our classmates played. I was pretty buzzed by then, but as a winner of the first round I hadn’t had to take as many shots as some of the others. About 20 minutes later, Jim and I were the only ones left in the game, as we went back and forth. We both stopped, headed to the ATM to get more cash when we were running low. The crowd went wild as we went 20 rounds and there was $10,000 on the table.

“By the way,” Kevin, “Julia is one hot piece of ass. Resisting the urge to kill him, I looked as his mousy, odd looking wife and said “yeah, I guess I won that round.” Julia and Margo took it as a compliment for Julia, but Jim knew that the comment was not made for Julia.

“Fuck this,” Jim said. “Next is final round. Double or nothing.” I threw my ball, landing squarely in the cup. Jim’s tipped off the side, dropping on the table as the crowd went wild. I picked up my $20,000 and started to walk away.

I whispered to Julia and she gave me a cold stare before answering “you better win this round.”

“One more, I said. Just Jim and me. Sudden death rules. We keep tossing balls until one man misses. Game over.”

“What are the stakes,” asked Jim.

“Winner takes the loser’s wife upstairs to his room.” The room grew quiet. “And” I added, the loser has to come up to the room,” pausing for effect. “And watch.”

Jim and I shook hands before setting up a new set of cups. Jim went first, with a direct hit to into his cup. I followed and hit mine. It was like high-roller poker in Vegas, back and forth as we both hit our shots. It had been nearly a half-hour and our whole class had crammed into the bar. Side bets were placed between classmates. Others who were not part of the reunion came in to watch as well. Bartenders stopped serving, even the hotel manager came in to see what was going on.

It was nearly midnight. I was over my limit on shots, and so was Jim. As dumb as it was, this was our rivalry from back in high school. I noticed that Margo was there, attentive as always, but Julia had disappeared. I was worried until I saw Julia return from the crowd on the other side of the room, directly in our line of vision. I tossed and landed and looked up at Julia, who had unbuttoned her silk blouse. I saw in that moment that her prominent nipples showed as razor sharp points.

As Jim went to toss, she moved her shirt slightly to the side, exposing one of her spectacular nipples for just a second. She managed to distract Jim just enough to throw off his game as his ball hit the rim of two cups before bouncing on the floor.

The crowd went wild as I raised my fists in victory like a boxer after 15 rounds. The crowd parted as the four of us walked out of the bar to the glass elevators at the opposite side of the lobby. The four of us boarded the elevator as we saw the crowd below us as they flowed out of the bar.

“That was a great stunt, Kevin,” Jim said as the doors closed at the car rose. “You’re not actually going to collect on this,” as he pushed 8 for the floor where he and Margo were staying.

I pushed 6 for our room. “Oh yes, I am. Good night, Julia, I will see you in the morning,” I said as I kissed her gently on the lips” when the elevator reached the sixth floor. As we glanced down, Julia got off alone, leaving me with Margo and Jim.

“You can’t be serious,” pleaded Jim. Before leaving the elevator, I turned and kissed Margo deeply as the crowd looked up in silence.

As we entered their suite, I said “here are the rules, Jim.” You remain clothed, and only approach us if requested by either Margo or me. We will have fun, and I promise that I will treat Margo like a queen. Nothing is off limits, but nothing will happen if she doesn’t want it to.”

“Sit,” was all I said as I removed my shirt, and pants before undressing Margo. I had been with many spectacular women in my life, and she was not one of them, but her looks really didn’t matter.

I stood in my boxers with my obvious and impressive bulge for her to see and admire. I removed her panties, which looked like panties that her mother or grandmother would see to find an untrimmed bush of dark hair. I laid her back on the bed, moving between her legs. My hands explored her body as we kissed. Her tits were small, and her belly loose, but not fat as my hand traveled down to try to find her small clit. Moving my fingers between her legs, she was soaking wet.

My kisses trailed down her body, until I crawled between her legs. Moving the wet, matted hair away, I zeroed in her pussy with my tongue as I reached slightly inside moving my finger up to find her G-spot as she moaned. “Ohhh my god, she panted, I have never, nobody has ever,” as her voice trailed off. I continued my assault for nearly a half-hour as her body crashed from one orgasm to the next, until she finally pushed me away. She pulled me toward her as she kissed me deeply. “Nobody has ever done that to me… for me, before you.”

Looking over at the couch, Jim had fallen asleep. Getting up from the bed, I walked over shaking him as he awoke. “Time for you to watch,” I said as I removed my underwear.

“Oh my God,” he said as he caught a glimpse of my impressive hardness. Turning toward Margo, she said the same before saying “come over here and fuck me like I have never been fucked before.”

Laying back, I spread her legs and dragged my wide, fat cock over the entry to her pussy, moving slowly back and forth as she moaned. Each stroke drove into her clit as she began to shake. Taking charge, she wrapped her fingers around my cock as she aimed it as her entry, moving he legs behind my ass as she guided my long penis into her body in one, slow, deliberate stroke.

We moved together in that position for a while before she pushed me onto my back before she mounted me. Across the room, Jim was dozing off again. “Wait,” she said as she went into the bathroom. Returning to the bed, she turned on the lights in the room before splashing a glass of cold water on her husband’s face.

“WAKE UP JIM,” she yelled. “You’re going to watch me take very inch of this,” pausing to ask how big my cock was.

“Nine inches.”

“You’re going to watch me take nine inches of hot, wide, fat, long, amazing penis, Jim.” I had to wonder where this came from. I thought that was after Julia, but maybe he was into being humiliated. Either way, Margo was having fun, had her pussy eaten for the first time and was descending on my long pole before climbing to the tip before sinking down again. She was a woman possessed as she rode me, again with orgasms coming at regular intervals.

Finally, she pulled off as she caught her breath. Margo took my hand and led me to the granite coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Bringing two pillows from the bed for comfort, she got on all-fours on the coffee table. I lined up behind her. “Just stand there, Kevin” she ordered.

I moved forward slightly as she moved her ass back, taking be into her pussy again. “Grab my nipples,” she said as she started fucking back and forth on my cock, taking me again and again as she rocked against my cock. Sensing that I was close, she pulled off, turned around and took my wide mushroom cap head into her mouth. Just a few flicks of her tongue sent me over the edge as she opened her mouth, drinking every drop of hot cum that I had to offer.

Taking me to the door, she said “Thank you. I am only sorry that I only looked from far away back in school. We could have had a lot of fun.”

After a brief kiss, she said “Take care of yourself, see you at the 20th reunion,” as she grabbed my cock through my pants.

Somehow, I think that Jim would skip the next reunion.