People don't know about my wife and me. We have a very naughty secret. Mandy, my wife, and me (Hi! I'm Bill.) both enjoy the hot, fumbling enthusiasm of 18 year old girls who want to "explore their sexuality".
How I met my wife and how she came to be my wife -- that's a whole other story, one I will tell when I don't have one particular story so fresh in my experience and my mind.
My wife is now 28 and I am 42. We make a very comfortable income from the three businesses we operate, but we don't really worry too much about the money.
For most of the last decade my wife and I have taken a very "hands on" role in a fashion store, a delivery service and a cafΓ© not to make money but to find hot young pussy.
Let's face it, everybody does basically everything they do trying to get sex the way they want to get it -- from the most standard marriage to the kind of insane orgy we call a lifestyle.
Our latest plaything, Shelley, is something special, a story that I am going to enjoy telling because I enjoyed living it so completely.
My wife and I have a very active social life. We do our best to keep the respectable charity event side of our life totally separate from our debauchery. But sometimes they merge.
One day, not long ago, Shelley came home from the sports club committee on which she is the highly respected Treasurer. She had "that" smile on her face, it's infectious...
"I have some news you will like..." She began.
Maggie Karpinski was a fairly plain woman in her late Thirties. Her daughter Shelley had been playing soccer for the club for years and Maggie was a happy member of my wife's lunch set.
On this afternoon Maggie had been obviously upset when she arrived for the meeting and after four hours of the standard committee yawn-fest and 3 glasses of chardonnay, she obviously had something she wanted to confide.
Shelley, who played enthusiastically but unspectacularly in our Under 19s squad, a "good Catholic girl" had just broken down less than a week ago and admitted she was knocked-up.
First guy she had ever fucked, only one time in the back seat of his family car after a party, and poor Shelley had the bruise of being a one night stand hit hard by teen pregnancy.
Despite a being four-times-a-year and pay the private school fees Catholic family, Maggie and Tony and Shelley, an only child, had decided that an abortion was the only option.
There's no time like the present and Shelley had been into the clinic the day before to wipe away the shame and disaster of her pregnancy, but it had taken its toll on her.
No sooner had Shelley and her mother arrived home than Shelley had exploded in a tearful rage that she had not been able to keep her baby and that Maggie and Tony were evil.
Mandy saw the possibilities immediately. There is no hot young woman who is more open to suggestion than a girl who has been damaged. This girl was disconnected, disoriented, unsure.
Mandy was the best friend Maggie could have. She confided that she had terminated a pregnancy when she was 18. Tears were shed. Mandy listened as long as Maggie talked.
Unlike me (unless Mandy had a camera in her bag) my wife had access to the women's' soccer team dressing rooms. Guys, can you imagine that? An all-you-can-eat buffet.
Shelley naked was a lovely sight, she told me. Shelley wasn't gorgeous, but she was pretty, 5'7", blonde with full tits and a round ass and athletic, long legs.
Sweetest of all, she had the new hallmark of a young woman' innocence, she had a soft,
downy bush not dark enough to conceal her full, pink pussy lips. Mmmmmmm...
Shelley had just graduated high school and her mother, who worked in a bank, was worried about Shelley at home alone. Was she suicidal? Was she a slut? Who knows with kids?
What was certain was that she had an angry, rebellious and apparently very naΓ―ve teenage girl on her hands. Speaking simply, she asked Mandy if she might have a job for Shelley. Bingo!
It was agreed that Shelley could start as a kitchen hand in our downtown cafΓ©. Not only that, Mandy was astute enough to wangle Maggie's worries into an offer to pay her wages.
All too easy...
Thinking about how my hot young wife worked hard to bring me home new hot young bodies always had the same effect on me. I knew anticipation would have Mandy dripping long ago.
A few minutes later my wife had her legs around my waist while I moved her up and down, hanging on my cock with my hands cupping her soft round behind.
Mandy knew how to keep me fucking her as hard and long as the first day we met. While I felt her soft wet folds stretching on my cock, she kept up a steady whisper in my ear...
"Are you thinking about how Shelley's tight wet cunt will feel on your thick cock, Mr Mack?"
I lay down on the bed and let her ride me like a hard, hot dildo. When she lurched forward and put her pushed a nipple into my mouth I knew she was building up to cum hard.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on my cock while I bucked up and pushed my knob deep into her belly. She started making the deep grunts which came along with the spasms.
It never gets old, emptying your balls while you feel a gorgeous young woman orgasm up and down your shaft. She shuddering thrusts. The yearning in her voice when she feels hot cum.
Hmmmmm. Just writing it down...
Over dinner we lingered making plans about exactly how we were going to seduce Shelley Karpiski, meandering off once in while with the details of how we both would enjoy her.