A private tennis club in an exclusive part of London. The tennis coach is me, Joe, and the following is one of many situations that happened regarding women who wanted more than tennis lessons. Having been to university, I was age 23, and became assistant coach at a posh tennis club.
I had been a tennis coach for about two months. Club members were beginning to ask for me specifically to give them lessons. Most were women of various ages. Some became clients, meaning they continued to ask for me to give them lessons. All the clients wanted to improve their tennis but about a third of the women also found it fun to flirt. However, the club rule was clear - no affairs with members which meant I was very careful not to initiate flirting, nor make any suggestion to go further. My rule was to wait to be invited to go further than just lessons.
One example was a married woman, age about 35, whose husband was a wealthy businessman. Mrs Bank (not her real name) was 5'5'' high when wearing tennis shoes, and she had long platinum-blond hair. A feature were her lovely legs, shapely from the dance studio she attended every week. She was very attractive.
We were having drinks in the Polo Bar after the tennis lesson. She said, ''Call me Caroline instead of Mrs Banks. I think we know each other a bit better, now that I've had my third lesson with you.''
''Of course. Your tennis is improving nicely.'' I thought back to the couple of remarks she had made on court, such as ''I love the colour of your legs, Joe. Are they a natural tan?'' And a few minutes afterwards, ''Can you show me how to hold my racket when playing a backhand. Can you get behind me?'' So I did stand behind her with my hand wrapped around her to demonstrate the swing. I had been careful not to let my chest touch her back but she pushed her bottom back to make contact with my groin.
Right now, sitting opposite Caroline in the Polo Bar, I knew she was testing the water. We were sitting in comfortable chairs, she on a sofa, me in an armchair. The way she sat caught my attention - the way she shoved her hips forward on the sofa while she leaned back against the cushions. Her white tennis skirt rode up her thighs, her legs angled for my benefit allowed a view between her legs.
I said, ''If you played more tennis you would also get a tan like me.'' It was one of those innocent remarks which she could take further if she wanted.
''You're right,'' Caroline said. ''I should play more. I find, though, the front of my legs can get slightly burnt.'' She hitched up a leg to stroke the shin with her hand but Caroline also spread her thighs a little to reveal white knickers. ''What do you think, Joe?''
''If I was your husband, I'd rub in special cream to help you tan all over.'' I thought my remark may have gone too far and I was all prepared for the conversation to be closed down.
Having edged her leg slightly wider, Caroline said, ''Perhaps you can call round to my home and you could show me which creams I should be putting on.''
When I was at university, my then girlfriend said I was attractive to women because I had a way of looking at them in the eye and sending a silent message that I liked them. Combined with a relaxed confident style and a good body shape, I was told I was handsome. I'm 5'10'', dark hair and eyes, fit, with nicely shaped legs. I also have a cock which is 7 inches when grown to full size.
To see Caroline privately, I had to alter a couple of booked tennis lessons and went to see her the next day, at 2 o'clock. Her home was a big three-story townhouse in Mayfair, a rich part of London. She walked me through to the kitchen and introduced me to a girl. ''This is Angel, our live-in child minder. She's French.'' Angel gave me a shy smile, we shook hands and she disappeared somewhere else in the house.
Caroline and me sat on bar stools alongside each other at the breakfast bar, an extension to the glitzy kitchen. She wore a loose sweater, off the shoulder to show her pink bra strap, a skirt and high heels. Soon the conversation steered to us. She said, ''If I take you to my bedroom will you show me which creams are best for my legs?''
''I may need to test them by rubbing them into your skin,'' I said. We both knew what I was doing there. Caroline wanted to be fucked. At that moment, her mobile rang, she took the call and strolled out of the kitchen signalling to me that she wouldn't take long.
I reckon Angel must have been in earshot of much of our conversation. She appeared with the excuse to get a glass of water. Angel was attractive, long dark hair, small at 5'3'' and good hips in her tight fitting jeans. I asked, ''How old are you, Angel?''
''18. I'm here for another 6 months to look after their baby.'' At first, she looked at me from the doorway but came closer. ''Are you here for the afternoon?'' I nodded. She asked, ''Are you going upstairs with Mrs Bank?'' I nodded. She bit her lower lip. ''I wish I could learn tennis.''
For some reason which I can't explain I said, ''I could teach you many things. You want to watch ... watch Caroline and I in her bedroom?'' Angel chewed her lower lip and nodded. I continued, ''Is there somewhere you can hide in the room? You'll need to be quiet. I won't give you away. It'll be our secret.''
Angel blushed and glanced out of the door in the direction Caroline had gone. ''Maybe,'' she said. ''Can you phone me afterwards?''
I pulled out my mobile and took her number. Angel left the room quickly because Caroline had finished her call. I stood and put my hand on Caroline's waist when she came back. We kissed for several minutes in silence until she murmured, ''I can't wait to have your hands creaming all over my legs.''
I was getting aroused. ''Maybe we should forget the cream. I want to explore the whole of your body.''
''You're going to be a naughty boy, Joe. Good!'' Caroline put her arms around my neck and we kissed more deeply. She must have felt my erection against her groin. ''Let's go upstairs,'' she said.
Her bedroom was one floor up, overlooking the back garden. A large double bed faced towards the windows. Along one wall there was a long line of built-in wardrobes with sliding glass panels. I wondered if Angel was hiding in one of those cupboards. I asked, ''Are we going to be private in here?''
''Of course!''
''What about Angel?''
''See's on the floor above us and she's not allowed in here.'' We were kissing again. Caroline had a delicate tongue which lightly fenced mine. Her hands were on my chest while I brought my hands up underneath her pullover to pull it over her head. Clearly she wanted to undress me first. My shirt came off and then her hands roamed over my suntanned abs. ''These are lovely,'' she said.
While Caroline caressed me and kissed my chest I glanced over to the wardrobes. I could tell by the opening of one of the sliding mirrors that one door was slightly open, sufficient to enable Angel to peek through the gap at Caroline and me. I closed my eyes and let Caroline move her fingers to my chinos. The rasp of my zip seemed loud, the trousers came off, leaving my boxers on, as she kneeled and discarded my shoes. I had deliberately not worn socks which I never do when there's a good chance of having sex.
I have to confess I began to think a lot about Angel. I didn't look her way but I wanted to make Angel desperate for sex with me. It was rather like voyeurism in reverse. Any normal onlooker would get aroused but I wanted Angel super-aroused. I said, ''Are you hungry for sex, Caroline? Isn't your husband interested in you?''
''He's always away.'' By this time Caroline was stripping down my boxers. ''Well, Joe ... look at this.'' I looked down at her, still dressed in her bra and skirt. She ogled my erection with it's prominent tip and two large balls. I find it's usually ok to let the woman do most of the work at the beginning, to let her set the pace. I'll take over shortly.
As the lady-of-the-house licked the head of my cock and concentrated on the feel of me, I looked over at Angel. I slightly adjusted my stance so that the young girl could get a perfect view. Caroline opened her mouth and slowly let my cock fill her mouth. I didn't think she was that experienced at giving head, so I gave her some instruction. ''Hold me at the base and use your other hand to cup my balls. Yeah ... that's it. Now ease my cock to the back of your throat. Get used to the length, Caroline. And now bring it out slowly. That's good.''
I was giving this guidance loud enough for Angel to hear because I figured she might also need some help. I wondered if Angel was a virgin. I had bought condoms but I much preferred to make love without protection if I was satisfied the woman didn't sleep around. I find women with multiple partners a big turn-off. Both the females in the room were relatively inexperienced, I was sure.
I stood still as Caroline worked on me. She had a nice rhythm. My cock was going further and further to the back of her throat. After a while, to show Angel what I might do to an 18 year old, I put my hand on the back of Caroline's head - she had long blond hair - and I told her to be still and look up at me. Her gorgeous eyes were filled with lust. ''Stay in this position, Caroline, while I fuck your mouth.'' I started slowly to move my hips, but about every 15 seconds I speeded up until I was steadily fucking in and out. The sound of saliva mixed with pre-cum filled the room.
I stopped and pulled her up to stand. We kissed. ''Let me take over,'' I whispered. ''I want to explore every part of your body.'' I turned her round, unclipped her bra and played with her breasts, circling her areolas surrounding her nipples but not touching her nipples yet. She moaned. Keeping my position behind her, I unzipped her skirt, she stepped out of it and I told her to shut her eyes. I knew she was in full view of Angel as I stroked down her tummy and over her pink, lace panties. They felt expensive as I yanked the material to tear open a hole, which made her jump. ''Close your eyes,'' I said again.
Caroline leaned her head back against my shoulder, her blond hair spilling out around my torso. ''Put your legs apart,'' I instructed. My fingers roamed her groin and spread the torn lace to expose a hole which I stretched wider. It was naughty to show Angel this view, but I couldn't help the erotic feel of exposing Caroline in this way. In the meantime, my position behind Caroline controlled her as my left hand found her nipples and my right hand played with her pussy. I kissed her ear and felt inside her pussy lips. They were soaking. I love the sound of love juice and made sure there was plenty of squishing noises from Caroline's pussy.
Her breathing became laboured, her eyes still closed, she groaned and I felt I needed to hold her upright. The time was right to give Angel a grandstand view. My fingers moved towards her clit, circled the little nub for half a minute and then applied pressure to the tip. She shuddered. ''Let it come,'' I said, as I masturbated Caroline's clit faster and faster. ''Come for us, Caroline.''
Suddenly she gushed liquid, called out, ''Oh my God ... don't stop, Joe.'' She had her hands around my fingers to help press in to her clit, to keep the motion as we both masturbated her through her orgasm. Finally, she relaxed backwards into my body, turned to face me and we took our time to kiss. I backed her up to the bed, put her on her back with her hips on the edge and spread her legs wide. I knelt between her legs. ''You have a beautiful pussy.'' By pulling the ruined lace further apart and softly blowing on her clit, it kept Caroline having spasms.
I wanted to edge her before I came. When she was gasping again I stood, held her hips up and readied my cock at her pussy entrance. She watched me. ''It's possible, Caroline, I'm going to be too big for you.'' Concern was written on my face.
''Fuck me, Joe, all in.''
She hadn't mentioned a condom. I pressed in but she was definitely tight. ''You don't have sex often or you're not used to my size.'' I smiled, pulled out and leaned in to kiss her on the mouth. ''Let's try again.'' This time, I got most of the way in, lightly fucked her for a minute and withdrew. Caroline's face told me she was getting close. I knelt between her legs again, and sucked her clit into my mouth. She was so sensitive she pleaded to stop, which I did. ''Don't move,'' I said as I stood and played with myself. Both the women in the room got to see how I cupped my balls and stroked along my cock, changed hands and flicked with my fingers. Caroline couldn't take her eyes off my cock and, I presume, nor could Angel.
I said, ''Stay still.'' Caroline didn't move until I positioned my wet cock and glided into her in one quick motion. Her body convulsed and her hips went into fuck mode. I withdrew. ''Caroline ... I told you to stay still. Otherwise I'll spank you.'' With that, I repeated my thrust into her pussy, a bit deeper this time. Her hips reacted again and came up to meet my groin. ''I'll spank you next time you move.''
''But, I'm so close, so near. Please ... don't stop.''
''You have to learn to wait. All girls, no matter how young they fuck, should learn to wait until told.'' I said those last words for Angel's sake. I thrust into Caroline again, she called out and her body shook. I came out of her. ''This is for your own good, Caroline. Stand. Turn around to face the bed.'' She obeyed everything. In the right circumstances, I find women will get more turned on if I take charge. ''Take your panties down.'' She did. ''Bend over and place your hands on the bed.''
The only thing she wore were her high heels. She trembled slightly. I used my hand to slap her bottom three times. ''Spread your legs and stay still.'' I put my hands either side of her hips and thrust my cock in once, all the way. We stood still for a few seconds as I held her hips from behind. I could feel her body shaking with the effort to not move, as instructed - she was so close to coming.
I quickly came out and gave her three more smacks on her bottom. I'd edged her enough, and certainly I was ready to come myself. Her pussy was so wet that Caroline took me easily and we fucked together, me from behind with her bending over the bed. She started to call out that her orgasm was starting. Mine was just seconds away. We both had fantastic climaxes and flopped on the bed afterwards.
I could have rested and had more sex with Caroline but my mind was on Angel. I wanted her. I asked Caroline if I could shower. To help Angel escape, I drew Caroline into the en-suite bathroom saying I wanted to kiss her. Two minutes later I got in the shower. As I dressed I let Caroline know I'd do this again if she wanted. She seemed keen.
Soon, I strolled out of the house and phoned Angel. ''Can you leave the house?'' I asked.
''Afraid not. I have to look after the baby. You could come to my room.'' Angel told me of a back door next to the garage, a way into the house and a servants separate staircase to her bedroom at the top of the house.
I thought about the risks of getting caught and said, ''Would you like to make love with me?''
''Yes. I watched you. You were very sexy.'' Angel hesitated, her French accent got more pronounced. ''I am not experienced.''
She let me in the house, and I followed her up the narrow stairs to the floor above Caroline's bedroom. Angel said she had to do a couple of things first and would be back shortly. She brought back two mugs of tea. We sat on her single bed in her small bedroom, kissed longingly and talked about what she'd seen. ''I've never seen anything like that before,'' she said. ''I have looked at some porno, like most girls, but nothing live ... so to speak.'' Her English was good.
''Did it put you off sex, watching me?'' I asked.
''I couldn't take my eyes off you.'' She cast her eyes upwards in embarrassment. ''You have a nice body, a nice face also ... I like what I saw.'' She shrugged. ''I tried to keep my legs crossed but ... you know ... it was difficult for me. You were very erotic.'' I loved the way she pronounced 'erotic' by rolling the 'r'.
''Did you play with yourself, Angel?''
''Yes, a little.''
''Would you like to play now?'' I've always liked unconventional sex, something different, kinky. Persuading Angel to watch her employer having sex was pushing the boundaries but it worked for me - being watched - and seemed to work for Angel. ''Show me,'' I said, ''what you did to yourself in the cupboard.''
Her eyes widened. I kissed her and it helped to give her confidence. Angel stood, unzipped her jeans, pushed them down over her ankles and spread her legs. She wore white panties with a damp mark at the gusset. A small butterfly tattoo revealed itself to one side of her groin. I said, ''Did you take off your jeans like that?''
''Yes. Very quietly. You were making a noise in the bedroom.''
''And what was I doing to make such a noise?''
Angel said something in French and then said, ''When you stood over Mrs Bank and you told her you would fuck her mouth. Slowly at first. Then it got more noisy.''
''So, you took your jeans off ... and then what?''
''My fingers found their way into my knickers. Like this.'' Her hand pushed down the top of her panties. She looked down at what she was doing, her long black hair covering her face, her fingers pushed into her pussy while her thumb stroked her clit.
''Look at me,'' I said. Her oval face, with her dark eyebrows and dark eyes, was beautiful and innocent. I held her chin. ''Are you a virgin?'' She nodded. ''I won't take your virginity until we know each other better.'' She nodded again. ''I like to see you play with yourself.'' As Angel continued to caress herself I came round behind her and took off her top and unclipped her bra. Although the girl was small in height she had large, firm breasts. Her nipples stood out, hard and deep red. I pushed her hair to one side to kiss her neck. She moaned and let her head fall back.
Two minutes later, I picked Angel up and we lay on the bed together in a 69 position, side-by-side. In no time I had pushed her panties down over her ankles and breathed in her musty scent. Clean shaven, with her pussy wet, I let my hands roam over her whole groin and bum area. Soft buttocks and firm leg muscles were evident. At the same time, Angel explored me and she occasionally spoke single words in French. By easing myself on my back and having her groin over my face, I was able to lick along her pussy lips and smell the nectar of her anus also. She, now, was face down over my cock and I could tell she had me in her mouth, sucking and licking my length. It was clear her technique wasn't good but I had already decided I'd teach her over the coming weeks - teach her to give head properly.
I licked Angel making sure my raspy chin scrapped her clit while my tongue flicked in and out of her pussy. When she stopped sucking me and buried her head into the pillow I knew she'd come any second. The sudden gush of liquid squirted into my mouth and nose to confirm her orgasm as she yelled into the pillow. After returning to my cock and putting it back into her mouth, she worked it with renewed energy - partly she sucked and partly masturbated me. It didn't take me long to ejaculate and spurt my cum down her throat which she part-swallowed. We giggled at our concerns not to be overheard by Mrs Caroline Bank.
When I left Angel she phoned the next day. We met for a coffee but I deliberately wouldn't commit to having more sex with her until I had arranged something with Caroline. To be honest, I wanted Angel to observe Caroline and myself again. While we drank our coffees, we talked about our opinions on sex within relationships, and I admitted confidentially, ''Angel, I'm a selfish alpha male. I like unconventional, kinky sex because the sex becomes more intense and therefore the quality is better."
Angel didn't appear negative about my opinions, but she whispered, ''Kinky ... how?''
''If I see Caroline again I want you in the cupboard, like the last time, watching me. And afterwards, I want to make love to you.''
''I'm not sure I can take the risk to hide in the cupboard.'' Angel looked as though this kink might be a step too far.
A week later, Caroline phoned and we arranged for me to call round to her house after the weekend. I sent a text to Angel saying I hoped she would be in the same room when I had sex with Caroline. I knew this wasn't a good way to treat any woman but I figured the eventual sex with Angel would be even better and I could teach her some sex techniques.
The day came and I sat in Caroline's kitchen. We had had a light sandwich lunch, Angel had been in and out of the kitchen. I figured that Angel had remained in earshot of our conversations, so when I said to Caroline, ''Let's go upstairs,'' I hoped Angel would do the same. I languidly kissed Caroline to give Angel time to hide.
In five minutes we were in Caroline's bedroom kissing each other. I let her undress me first, like the last time. The same glass cupboard door was slightly ajar, a gap of about an inch. As Caroline knelt in front of me, she sucked and caressed my cock for a few minutes. My 7 inches and heavy balls seemed to please her as she worked me to near eruption. I decided to blindfold Caroline with a T-shirt, and then said, ''Lie flat on the bed, face down.'' She did as she was told. I stretched her hands above her head and commanded her to keep them there, otherwise I'd spank her bottom. ''I have a fantasy,'' I said. ''Imagine, Caroline, there's someone else in the room. Three of us. And we're going to play with you until you come. I'll tell you what's happening to make it real.''
''Oh yes. I love fantasy. A threesome.'' Caroline wriggled her bum as I pulled her fair hair and lightly scratched down her back. I carried on the fantasy, caressing her, kissing her, whispering imaginations of who the other person might be. She murmured, ''Is it a man or woman?''
''I won't tell you.'' In my experience, many women like to fantasise about being controlled. In other words, I tell them what they want and they go along with it. And the more often the fantasy is enacted, with more adrenaline experienced by the woman, the more I can push the boundaries. Then, it's one step away from trying the real thing. Just my opinion!
I kept reminding Caroline to keep still and to keep her hands above her head. I picked up a slipper and, at the same time, quietly slid back the mirrored wardrobe to reveal Angel. She looked guilty because she had been playing with herself with her fingers down the front of her jeans. I put my finger to my mouth, a signal to keep quiet, and made a sign to come next to me. Then I stood next to Caroline and lightly used her slipper to stroke and smack her bum. I handed the slipper to Angel. Having checked the blindfold on Caroline, I whispered to her, ''If you're naughty my friend is going to spank you.'' I leaned over to kiss her neck, pulled back her hair to nibble at her earlobe and pushed a hand under her front to feel her breasts. She juddered and moved at the tweak I gave to her nipples.
''Bad girl Caroline,'' I said, ''for moving. Six smacks on your bottom.'' I looked at Angel and nodded. Amazingly, Angel gave Caroline six thwacks with the slipper. ''Now, Caroline, our friend wants to see you properly and I'm going to finger your pussy.'' She spread her legs which allowed me to use her juices to spread this around her pussy lips. I took Angel's hand and guided her to do the same, to take over from me, while I bit Caroline's buttocks. Angel's initial hesitation developed into caressing down to Caroline's clit, as I also ran my finger from her pussy to her anus. I was careful not to have more than two hands and fingers on Caroline at any one time.
People will say I'm a bad boy but I can't help extending the possibilities. Incredibly, Caroline became more excited, egged on by me reminding her of the fantasy of another person present. I think Caroline came to believe the make-believe, to allow her mind to run with the fantasy, to allow herself to be in the moment. As she got nearer her orgasm, I had Angel up the tempo around her pussy and clit. I pressed my hand on Caroline's back as if I was steadying myself. Suddenly, Caroline was climaxing and screaming into the mattress. Afterwards, I took Angel's wet fingers and together she and I licked them, our tongues connecting up and down Angel's little fingers.
I said to Caroline, ''I'm going to fuck you now, stay still.'' I raised her bum with a pillow and positioned her on the edge of the bed so that I could stand. While I stroked her slippery pussy, and Caroline moaned, I had Angel prepare my cock. We were completely nuts to do this - Angel kissing me, her hand doing a slow movement back and forth along my length, and me finger fucking Caroline. I even had Angel help me insert my cock into Caroline. Soon I was languidly fucking the lady saying how our friend was watching carefully.
As Caroline's climax took hold and she groaned into the mattress, Angel shut the cupboard and quietly made her exit from the room. I continued to fuck and, judging by Caroline's reaction later, it was some of the best sex she had ever had.
Later that day I spent some time in Angel's bedroom. ''I can't believe,'' she said, ''that you made me do those things to Mrs Bank.'' She appeared serious until she rolled her eyes. ''I confess it was very erotic. But I'm not a girl who wants a three-way, nor do I want to touch another woman like that.''
I asked, ''Was it the control I had over you that made it erotic?''
''Maybe. Also the risk, the shock if Mrs Bank took her blindfold off, or guessed there was a real person next to you. You are mad!''
''Let me see your panties.'' I said. ''I'm betting you are wet.''
''Yes I am, Joe. You're still mad.'' She paused to twist her mouth into a smile. ''I'm in need of sex ... a lot of sex.'' She was so turned on that I let her dictate how she wanted to be satisfied. I still made it clear I wasn't going to take away her virginity. She had me stand while she licked and sucked my cock. It was clear I was nearing orgasm, so Angel stopped. She lay on her back for me to use my mouth and hands on her pussy to give her a much needed orgasm. She bit hard into the pillow to muffle the sounds she was making. It was beautiful to see her come. She groaned and then begged, ''I want to watch you spurt, to jerk yourself over me.'' Quickly I stood and masturbated while she watched. I said, ''See how I slowly do it, so you can do it to me next time. My fingers stroke under my cock, like this ... my thumb runs over the head to spread the pre-cum ... and my other hand plays with my balls gently.''
''That's nice, Joe.''
I played with myself further. ''I ease off a little to let the feelings last longer. Then back to the rhythm, like this ... and now I'm ready to come.'' With that, I shot my cum over Angel's tummy and nipples while she rubbed it into her skin. She made me promise that I'd take her virgin pussy all the way next time.
A private tennis club in an exclusive part of London. The tennis coach is me, Joe, and the following is one of many situations that happened regarding women who wanted more than tennis lessons. Having been to university, I was age 23 and became an assistant coach at a posh tennis club.
I had been a tennis coach for about 6 months. Over that time I got to know a regular client, Kym, who always booked me for tennis lessons. More recently, she'd introduced me to her husband who occasionally came to the clubhouse for a drink. As a couple, they were well-off, professional and likeable people. Kym was age 30 and Aron two years older. Our conversations were always on the subject of tennis.
Kym had never flirted with me and club rules prevented me giving any hint that I found her attractive, and yet I found her sexy - my type of woman.
One day, they invited me over to their home for evening dinner. They said they wanted to ask me something and it would be easier to discuss it at their home. I had no idea what they wanted to talk about. Five days later I rang their doorbell to a loft apartment overlooking the Thames River. The view was stunning - so too was Kym, a slim 5'6'' woman with a touch of skin colour from Asia. She was dressed in a silk loose top, mid-thigh black skirt and heels but my eye was drawn to the tight, black band around her neck. The outfit made her look super-elegant.
Halfway through the meal, Aron sprung the question. He explained that they couldn't have children without some help. Kym desperately wanted to conceive and to have a natural birth. But Aron's sperm count was so low that his doctor had said it was almost impossible for his wife to conceive. ''We've been considering all the option,'' said Aron. ''We looked at artificial insemination by a donor but Kym and I don't trust these agencies who are supposed to check out the donor.''
Kym continued, ''Besides ... not knowing who the donor is could present a problem if the child wanted to know more about the father. We just feel we want to know who the donor is.'' She placed her hand on mine. ''I hope you don't mind, Joe, we've done our own checking. Your background, education, and all that. Plus you're handsome so some of your qualities might rub off on my child.'' She paused and Kym looked worried. ''You don't mind, do you? But we want to ask you - I want to ask you - to be our donor.''
At first, I was gobsmacked. It was a compliment to me in a way. I must have also looked concerned but during the conversation, it was made clear that a contract would be signed to absolve me of all future child support. All they wanted was my agreement to meet the grown-up child in the future if he or she wanted to do that. And I would be paid. Initially, I couldn't see anything wrong with the plan until Aron said, ''It means you coming here during Kym's ovulation ... about 5 consecutive days every month ... and in one of our bedrooms you would get your sperm into a test tube which I would then insert into Kym.''
That's the part I didn't like. I raised my eyebrows. ''You mean I go in a room by myself, masturbate and shoot into a test tube?''
''Yes,'' they both said.
I would much prefer to have sex with Kym but I wasn't going to say that. The money was good, half now and the rest when Kym is confirmed as pregnant. I resolved to work on a plan to persuade Kym to let me fuck her. In the meantime, I agreed. The following week the contract was signed and a few days later I arrived to do the first of 5 days. We drank a bottle of wine together and then Kym showed me to a bedroom.
I said, ''This may sound stupid, Kym, but do you mind if you sit outside the door. You see, I need to feel turned on ... and having you close will do that for me.'' I looked at the porn DVD and magazine on the bed. ''These things don't do it for me ... sorry.''
''Ok,'' she said. ''I'll sit on the other side of the door. Is that close enough?''
I nodded but my real plan was to get her inside the room - somehow. I did make groaning noises so Kym would hear me but it was too clinical for me. I kept my thoughts on how I would love to have Kym all to myself and managed to ejaculate into their test tube.
The following day I was back, more wine and the same bedroom. Kym sat outside. My plan had me aroused. I groaned, stopped and whispered through the door, ''Are you there, Kym? I need you to be in the same room to help me come.''
She kept her voice low. ''Are you sure, Joe? Is it difficult for you?''
''If you just stand inside the bedroom, you don't have to look ... that's all you have to do.''
She came in gingerly and closed the door. I had my back to her, the only thing I wore was a T-shirt which ended at my belly button. ''Thank you, Kym. Just knowing you're there for me is enough.''
''I'm here to help,'' she said, her voice husky. ''To make it easier for you, Joe.'' She stood by the door. ''Is that better ... that I look ... you have a nice body.''
I kept my back to her and proceeded to take it slowly without letting her see my cock although my hand movements were in full view of Kym. I reckon my tight bum helped to interest her. I said, ''Knowing you're here, watching, listening ... is good for me, it helps me to do this ... you're so kind, Kym.''
''I'm grateful for what you're doing, Joe. I'll do whatever ... '' She paused. ''I've never seen a man do this.''
''Do what, Kym? Doesn't Aron do himself?''
''Not in front of me. There is something beautiful watching a handsome guy masturbate.''
My hand strokes were speeding up now as I found the conversation sexy. I told her so. Then I asked, ''Tomorrow, can you do me a favour and wear stockings and suspenders.'' I looked over my shoulder and twisted my torso just enough to give her a little peek of my 7'' cock. ''I would find it so sexy to know what lingerie you're wearing. Is it too much to ask?''
She had definitely seen my cock before I turned my back to her again. ''Of course, I'll do that, Joe.'' She coughed. ''I saw you just then ... when you turned slightly. I'm so grateful you're doing this for me.''
I picked up the glass tube from the bed and put my cock head at the entrance. By leaning forward I got my spunk inside. Kym came forward and took the tube from me.
When I came back the following day, my third day, Aron was in the know regarding the lingerie. This time we had a meal together and wine. Afterwards, Kym took me into the bedroom. She shut the door and sat on the chair. I said, ''You look lovely, Kym.'' Her makeup looked as if she had spent time preparing herself: dark eyeshadow, long eyelashes and red lipstick. The black band around her neck was there. She wore a loose cashmere top and skirt with the hem at mid-thigh.
As I took my clothes off she looked away but I could tell she kept me in her side vision. In my experience, women do have an interest in looking at the male body but I wanted her to look at my cock while I masturbated. ''I need to arouse myself,'' I said, ''and the best way is for you to describe the lingerie you're wearing. Is that ok?''
Kym glanced at me as I took my chinos off. ''I chose a white bra and panties.'' She looked away. I stood there in boxers and a T-shirt but I didn't move.
''Is your bra cotton? Tell me about it.''
''It's lacy and, sort of, see-through around the cup area.'' She glanced down her front. ''It feels nice to wear it, sort of sexy.''
''Does that mean it's possible to see your nipples through the lace?''
She chuckled and looked my way again. ''I guess it is see-through, yeah. And my nipples are standing out.''
''And your panties?''
She rolled her eyes. ''My panties are tight and lacy at the front. They're sort of a thin lace.''
I slowly played with myself through the material of my boxers but she kept her eyes on my face. ''Do your panties show anything of you ... you know ... between ... ''
''You mean my bush?'' Kym had this broad grin on her face. ''And yes, I do have pubic hair, a one-inch strip.'' She gave a little laugh.
It must have been obvious that I had an erection as I moved one hand under my boxers but Kym didn't turn her head away. ''Can you help me, Kym?'' I looked down at my covered cock, took my time to admire what I was doing and I was sure her eyes also travelled down to my boxers. I murmured, ''Will you show me your stockings ... the top ... at the suspender clips.'' I raised my eyes and twisted my mouth as if embarrassed.
''Oh,'' she said. ''Umm. Is it going to help ... I mean ... to help you complete, you know, your thing?''
''It'll help me to give you the sperm. It's just that I need stimulation. Does that make sense?''
She scooted her hips to the edge of her chair and drew back the hem of her skirt. Dark stockings ran up to suspender clips. She looked gorgeous. As if encouraging me she said, ''These are lovely to feel, smooth, I like it ... so sexy.''
''Kym. Could you keep doing that, playing with the straps and the stocking tops.'' I took a deep breath to make it obvious that I was aroused and increased my manipulation inside my boxers. ''Don't stop telling me about your lingerie and stockings ... please.'' I raised my eyes to the ceiling and closed them. I knew she was watching me as I rubbed my stiff cock. Although she couldn't see it in the flesh, Kym would have no doubt about the size.
Kym kept up the description of her underwear. I sat on the bed facing her, about 3 yards from where she still perched on the chair. While appearing to be shy, I drew down my boxers and flicked them away with my foot and still covered my cock with one hand. Amazingly, she continued to repeat how her lingerie felt and what her bra and panties looked like, repeating over and over. Occasionally, I took my eyes off my cock and glanced her way. There was no holding back from Kym as to where she was looking.
I whispered, ''Please don't stop, Kym. I'm relying on you. Can you do this for me?''
''Yes,'' she whispered.
''I don't want to alarm you but I'm going to lie back and finish myself.'' With my feet still over the edge of the bed, I fell back on the mattress. ''Speak to me, Kym, about your lingerie again ... help me.''
She did and repeated the same description, slower this time. I knew the image I was giving her. As I widened my legs facing her, I increased the tempo, my rhythm. I admit I became more bold, giving her more to look at as the minutes ticked by. My heavy balls were on full display and I made sure my cock stood out at 90 degrees from my groin.
Kym's voice faltered occasionally, stopped once or twice, before carrying on. She was great and hugely sexy. I was nearing the end. I said, ''Help me, Kym. Pass me the test tube ... over there.''
She leapt up and scrambled over to the table. I made her stand next to me and wait. ''Not long now,'' I said. It was a delight to have Kym looking down on me, watching, waiting. ''It's coming Kym.'' I used my pre-cum to make the liquid squish over and along my length, the only sound in the bedroom. ''Hold the tube over me, Kym. Put the end ... to touch my ... my cock. That's it. Keep it in contact.'' The fact that Kym was obeying my instructions and actually held the glass tube up to my cock was such a turn-on.
I ejaculated, spurted and some went into the tube, some on her hand. She didn't say a thing. A quick kiss on my cheek when I was done and she skipped out of the room with the test tube.
I wondered if the following evening, my fourth would be any different. It wasn't. After some drinks, we went straight to the bedroom, Kym sat, she detailed her new lingerie and I masturbated while I stretched out on the bed, my legs over the edge in full view of her. She watched everything. Occasionally, her voice would falter or stop for a few seconds but she did a great job at describing her lingerie in detail. She even told me how her body was reacting, the goosebumps she was getting, the feel of her skin. I had no trouble getting ready. Without asking, she came over with the test tube, held it at the tip of my hard cock and waited for me to shoot. As I came I watched her eyes concentrating on my ejaculation.
The fifth and last evening was slightly different. This time Kym sat on the bed next to me. While she spoke about her lingerie I interrupted, ''Tell me how Aron is taking this situation. Does he know you're sitting next to me, looking closely as I masturbate?''
''He knows it turns you on to know about my underwear. He knows I tell you in detail what I've got on. He knows I sit in a chair.'' She scrutinised my hand stroking my cock and using my thumb to massage the head. ''Aron doesn't know I'm sitting next to you.''
I said, ''Would you mind touching me?'' I stretched my hands above my head to see if she would make contact with my cock. I didn't move. My cock remained stiff and wet from pre-cum. Both of us didn't move for about a minute. Eventually, I asked, ''You don't have to tell Aron.''
''Tell him what?''
''That you helped to finish me off.''
Kym seemed to think about it. ''I'll tell Aron later.'' With that she proceeded to masturbate me with a light touch, copying some of the techniques I used. She did a good job and, as I came, she just managed to get most of my spunk into the tube, although some shot down the outside of the container. The rest was on her fingers and hand which she wiped on the sheets. Then she kissed me on the cheek and left.
The deal with Aron and Kym was to do 5 straight evenings and wait to see if she became pregnant. She'd know this in about two weeks time. Failing pregnancy, I would be required to do the whole thing again and again. In truth, I wanted Kym between the sheets, so when I got the call that she was not pregnant, I made a plan.
I had been invited to dinner on the evening that the next 5 days were to commence. Kym wore the shortest skirt which showed the top lace of her dark holdups. When she sat on the sofa, it was obvious she was wearing white panties, a sheer material which later stuck to her wet pussy. Kym's top was a loose V neck, no bra, which meant every time she moved, her breasts moved as well and pushed out her nipples. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She also wore the same black band from a previous occasion round her neck.
During the meal, we talked about our situation and was I happy. I said, ''To be honest ... we have a common goal ... don't we? The three of us here want Kym to get pregnant as soon as possible. I've given this some thought. I think we'll have more success if you bear in mind two important points. First - this is slightly clinical - to stand the best chance of conceiving, the sperm should be implanted directly from the donor because the test tube method doesn't keep the sperm at the right temperature and it's more difficult to get the sperm high enough into the womb.''
In actual fact, I was making up my argument because I hadn't done any research on the subject. But it sounded plausible. Kym said, ''I have found it awkward to shove the tube up high enough inside me.'' Aron also nodded.
''And the second point is this,'' I said. ''Human nature dictates that the more relaxed and aroused the woman is, the more likely she'll become pregnant. It's well known that stress, anxiety, and cold wham-bam sex is not the way human nature works if you want to get pregnant easily. Kym needs to be relaxed and super turned-on before sex. And she needs to have a climax at the same time the sperm enters her so that her cervix opens up to the sperm. Get these things right and we have the best chance of getting pregnant.''
Although I wasn't sure of the last bit of my argument, I knew it contained enough truth to make my view plausible. Aron spoke first. ''You're saying that you want to have sex with Kym.''
''I want to get Kym pregnant,'' I said.
He replied, ''I'm not going to let you take Kym to the bedroom and have sex with her.''
''Suppose,'' said Kym looking at her husband, ''you and I have sex and when I'm ready ... Joe steps in and quickly does his thing?''
That's roughly how the conversation went and we talked about 'how' for the next twenty minutes. The fact is we'd become friends, the three of us, with a common interest to make a baby. Therefore we trusted each other, there was a bond, a secret I suppose, that glued us together. It became easier to say how each of us wanted to do this. I went first by admitting I would love to have Kym on my own and make love to her. Aron said he wanted to be part of that, to be the main lover, to reinforce that he was the husband.
In the end, it was up to Kym. She wanted a non-sexual relationship in the future with me, as the father of the child. But, to get her pregnant, she was willing to be taken by me, fucked by me, on condition that Aron was part of it. It was agreed the three of us would go to bed and respect each other and their wishes as we went along.
Ten minutes later, Aron and Kym stood kissing each other in their bedroom while I watched from the edge of the bed. She had her back to me. Aron's hands stroked her bum and pulled up the hem of her skirt to reveal the top of her dark hold-ups. Above that, she had a lightly tanned skin to her panty line. She broke the kiss and angled her head to me. ''Joe. Come here.''
I stood next to her, held her hand and I said, ''I want to kiss you.'' Kym kept one hand draped over Aron's shoulder, placed her other hand round my neck and invited me in. We kissed for ages, exploring with our tongues and all the while she kept her husband close.
Without a word, she then turned to Aron to kiss him. Our heads remained close as I looked at her tongue entering his mouth, to play with him. She turned back to me, my turn, to deeply kiss me. I knew Aron's hand was massaging her bum. My spare hand lightly caressed her breast. She moaned. ''I want both of you.'' She paused to look from one to the other. ''Together. My two men. Strip me, Joe ... take my clothes off.''
Aron took this as a signal to relax on the bed. Kym and I stood as I peeled the loose V top over her head. Without a bra, her swollen nipples stuck out, firm breasts which I kneaded with my thumbs. She flung her head back and let me explore. Soon she was kissing me again. The zip at the back of her short skirt came down easily and Kym shimmied out of it, to let it fall to her high heel shoes. She kicked the skirt away.
My hands felt the smooth silk of her panties. I said, ''You're damp. Do you want me?''
''Yes. Kneel and take them off me.''
This sent a spasm through me, a signal to my groin, a message that she was in charge, she would dictate the way this threesome was going to work. I knelt. Her hands gently twisted my hair as I slowly pushed her tight panties down. Kym stepped out of them and left her legs slightly apart for my inspection. The one-inch strip of bush ended at her clit, she let me gaze at it, the smell of her arousal was strong.
Kym still held my hair which she pulled so that I had to lean forward. I let her force my mouth onto her sex. My kisses covered her groin, her pubic hair became moist, as she held my face against her. Then she backed away, turned around and took the four strides to her husband. ''Let me undress you,'' she said.
It was fascinating to watch her strip Aron as they stood at the edge of the bed. The way she seductively discarded each item was arousing for Aron, confirmed by his erection.
I guessed I'd next. ''Come here,'' she said to me. I obeyed. Aron came round to Kym's back and held her by the hips while he watched his wife take off my clothes. She undid each button slowly, her fingers brushing down my torso until she reached my chinos. My shirt had been thrown to the side. As she tugged my belt, she kissed me, her tongue darting in and out of my mouth. My own tongue chased hers round our mouths.Kym pulled her lips back. Smiling, she said, ''I told Aron what we did last time, a month ago, in the bedroom.'' I glanced at Aron. She continued, ''I told him I masturbated you.'' I felt my belt being unbuckled. ''I told him how big you were.'' My heart missed a beat as I realised Aron had knelt to help pull off my chinos. At the same time, her small hands had pushed under my underpants and were cupping my cock. ''I told him,'' she whispered, ''how I liked to see you shoot your lovely sperm. This time I want it directly into me.''
As the underpants came down, Aron's eyes were at the same level to my hard cock. He said, ''Some juice is already dribbling out.''
I looked down and so did Kym, whose hands were massaging my cock with a feathery touch, just enough to feel her, just enough for my pre-cum to coat her fingers. She murmured, ''Lovely cock, don't you think, Aron? Give me your hand, darling.'' She directed Aron's hand onto my engorged cock. I'd never let another guy touch me like that before but the two of them fingering me felt highly erotic. Now that her mouth had covered mine, I could sense that Kym was also aroused. Feelings shot from my mouth to my groin as the married couple stroked my cock.
She looked down at Aron and said, ''I'm ready to lie on the bed, darling. Let's do it.'' She stretched herself on her back with her legs over the edge of the bed. She still wore the black band around her neck and kept her heels on. ''Kneel here, Aron, I want to play with you.'' Her hand patted the bed next to her head in an invitation to have Aron's cock near her mouth. For me, I knelt between her legs which she spread wider to expose her pussy. While I languidly licked and sucked her pussy lips I kept an eye on the other two.
Kym was slowly masturbating Aron and soon she took him into her mouth. Aron held her head to make it easier to fuck his wife. Meanwhile, I hadn't touched her clit yet which I noticed had come out of its little shell of protective folds. It stood stiff and red. The way she moaned as Kym moved her hips it was a signal that she was close to coming. Her hand scraped through my hair and pulled it. I blew on her clit and then sucked it whole into my mouth, kept it there, continued sucking while I pressed down on her hips to steady her.
She must have taken Aron out of her mouth because Kym screamed at the ceiling. Love juice from her pussy flooded out and coated my chin, ran down her bum cheeks, and onto the edge of the bed. She kept shouting, ''Fuck Yes,'' several times before she subsided and relaxed her body. I said, ''You taste gorgeous, so hot, and now I'm going to fuck you.''
Watching Aron kiss Kym was nice, sexy, and loving. As I stood between her legs, she said to her husband, ''I'm going to come again, Aron, when Joe fucks me. I won't be able to contain it, I know it,'' she said. Aron nodded. She lifted her legs so that I could bend them towards her. This gave me the perfect standing position to enter her. They watched me as I moved my cock up and down her pussy lips, super-sensitive from her orgasm a few minutes ago. A groan came from her lips.
Although she was tight, her pussy was soaking which allowed me to inch myself in. Each time I pushed my hips forward my cock went a little deeper, further inside, until I was balls deep. I could feel her squeezing me with her pussy muscles. Now, the rhythm picked up, my balls slapped against her arse, as I looked down onto her chest. Kym's fingers kneaded her nipples, her moaning came louder. At the same time, Aron started to use his hand to flick along his shaft as he knelt on the bed beside her.
Kym called out, ''Fuck me, Joe, I want it so bad.''
My cock expanded inside her, the girth getting fatter, a warning that I was near to coming. Aron could sense it I guessed because he speeded up his masturbation of himself. She started to orgasm with grunts every time I penetrated my full length into her, faster and faster, and then I could feel her squirting her juice. She gripped the sheets and climaxed. She moaned, ''Oh my God ... don't stop.''
I pumped my semen into Kym as Aron sprayed his spunk all over Kym's breasts. Four or five thrusts from me and I had emptied my balls. I couldn't help my gasp, my intense climax and the after-shocks through my body made me shake. I stood still, my cock rock-hard embedded deep inside her. Slowly, the three of us came down from our highs and I withdrew. There wasn't any embarrassment at the situation. Aron helped Kym to manoeuvre into a comfortable position on her back. Us men relaxed either side of her.
The following four nights we did much the same with small variations. The following month, Kym still wasn't pregnant, so we did it all again, different positions, different experiments. And then she did get pregnant. Nine months later she gave birth to a girl. We still exchange Christmas cards every year and they send me a few photos. We sometimes see each other at the tennis club but we keep it on a professional basis.
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