King Size Bed

Chapter 1

My wife's best friend, Lisa, was very close to the two of us. She spent so much time with us because her boyfriend, Tim, worked out of town a lot. His job often sent him away with short notice and an uncertain return date. Frankly, I don't know how Lisa coped with it. Their relationship had to be difficult, with many lonely nights for both of them.

When Tim was away, Lisa was often over at our place. Lisa and my wife, Megan, had known each other since they started college. I had gotten comfortable enough with Lisa that our conversations covered everything – even sex. Many times when the three of us were together, the topic of conversation strayed to how often we did it, favorite positions, what we really liked from oral sex, and masturbation. For our part, Megan and I learned from these conversations. Lisa said she was learning from us as well.

After School Special - 3

As Ben stared into her eyes, a smooth tanned pussy suddenly blocked his view. He looked up and there was Mrs. Darien looking down upon him. And yes, once again, she was biting her lower lip seductively causing Ben's world to spin out of control.

"Ben? You're not finished are you?" She asked teasingly. "You wanna stop now?"

"God…Mrs. Darien…you…I…" He didn't know what he was trying to say. Just the sight of her naked body clad only in stockings and those glasses gave Ben the fantasy of the brainy girl that turned out to be a hottie in disguise.

"I tell you what Ben. This is your last day of high school. You're 18 now. And I feel horrible for making you stay after school. So now I'm going to make it up to you. You know how, Ben?"

After School Special - 2

"I…I…" Ben stuttered.

"Have you ever wanted to see us in the buff?" Mrs. Darien asked again. Her wrist was getting sore from his waistband digging into her skin. However she did not relent. She continued to squeeze and shake his cock between her fingers maliciously. And she did not plan on stopping until she got her answer.

"I…can't…this is…ooohhh fuck…I…" Ben was standing on his tiptoes. He had to grab hold of the women's shoulders for support; otherwise he was going to fall over.

After School Special - 1

Ben, on the other hand, stood rigid as ever just watching the exchange. He was getting fidgety and wanted to leave.

The two grown women stood there like prissy teenagers playing a staring contest. Neither one of them wanted to break the silence. Mrs. Darien had her professional pride to uphold, and Ashley had her motherly pride. Both femmes were the same in that regard and they'd been this way since their teenage days. It was a routine that they were both used to and their lives have always been a competition.

Finally, Ben's Mom spoke, "Is this your idea of proving me wrong? By seducing my son? By seducing Ben?"

After School Special

Ben sat at his desk with his head down in the middle of an empty classroom. He was in trouble and didn't know why. It was already half an hour after school had been let out and he was still in his last period class. He just sighed tiredly and waited. He was waiting for when Mrs. Darien would allow him to go. He didn't understand why she gave him detention. It was the last day of his senior year and at the last second before the bell rang, she said to him, "Ben? Please stay in your seat."

Threads: The Island - part 42

"Because you know I'm your brother."

"Yeah, but remember. Only person being nice to me, thinking you're hot, feeling lonely, emotional, horny. Things get crazy, plus I'd had a few drinks after dinner." Seeing Kyle's expression darken, she quickly added, "I'm not saying what I did was right or anything. Just trying to explain how it happened."

"So you're in my suite, you get this idea you can fuck me without me knowing it's you, and what? You just decide to do it?"

She shrugged. "Pretty much."

"And then you ran away."

Threads: The Island - part 41

"Anything you need," Kyle said, "If it's in my power to help, you'll get it. Any time you want to see me, my door's open, and you know you're welcome to come here any time, right? Same goes for the rest of our accommodation too."

Connor nodded. "Aye. Cheers for that. It's all good though, Kyle. Just doing my thing."

"I thought there had to be chicks involved for that," Kyle grinned.

"Talking of which, I'm off to pick up where I left off with those two chambermaids the other day," He replied, "And then I'm gonna sleep."

"Come up for dinner later if you want," Kyle suggested. "It'll be good to see you before we go."

"Aye, I will." Connor thrust out a hand and Kyle shook it.

Threads: The Island - part 40

"That makes two of us," He replied.

"Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we swap around? I kinda need a hug."

Kyle didn't bother replying. He simply stood up slowly, let her slide down the bath and sat down behind her. Patricia leaned back between his legs and half-turned so she was lying on her side, her face resting on his chest.

He gently brushed his fingers down her arm, an intimate touch, and she took his hand in hers.

"You okay?" He asked a moment later, wrapping his other arm around her.

Threads: The Island - part 39

Kyle suffered another burst of nausea as he swung himself upright, but he was a little relieved to note that it seemed to be getting less intense, and didn't seem to last as long. With luck he'd be able to get back on his feet soon.

Kara came round with the top and the two of them helped him pull it on, then took a foot each and laced up his sneakers.

"Better?" Katie asked.

"Much," Kyle agreed. "Can't wait to get a shower though. And thanks for this, you two. You didn't have to and I really appreciate it."

"I don't know," Kara said, sounding weary. "We get into bed with him when he's naked and he thanks us for putting his shoes on? He's definitely a weirdo."

Threads: The Island - part 38

Everything was blurry, but he could make out a white wall, covered in black picture frames. It looked like black and white photographs in them, but he couldn't make out any of the details. A couple of dark brown leather armchairs sat beneath them, and he realised he was lying on a bed.

Patricia re-appeared in his field of view, and he jerked his head up to look at her. A sharp stab of pain shot through his brain and he closed his eyes for a moment until it eased.

"Can you sit up, Kyle?" She asked gently, her hand touching his face once more.

"Not... sure." He managed to mumble.

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