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Nancy Pledges her passionate best for Mike.Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I sat on the sofa staring out the back window and across the yard, wondering what they were talking about. A few minutes turned into half an hour, which turned into almost an hour. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I snuck down the hall as quietly as I could. I stopped at the door and listened, hoping to hear their conversation. But conversation was not what I heard. What I heard was soft gentle moaning. Two different sounds of moaning. I shook my head in confusion and pushed the door open silently, moving it ever so slowly so that the hinge, which occasionally squeaks, wouldn’t. I peeked around the door to the bed and stood there, staring.No wonder I didn’t hear them talking. Linda was laying on the bed, as naked as she had been in the kitchen, with her feet on my pillow, her knees pushed wide. My wife on top, held herself on her hands and knees, equally naked, with her head between Linda’s legs, licking her cunt, while moaning in pleasure at Linda’s attentions to hers.I stepped into the room and neither seemed to notice me at all. I watched the two of them making out, licking each other, driving the other toward climax. Was this why Nancy wasn’t interested in sex with me any longer? Was she getting it from Linda instead? I hadn’t ever known her to be interested in other women, at least not in that way. But it was hard to deny what I was seeing. It didn’t take my body long to respond to what I was seeing, my cock soon standing hard and rigid. Pointing up over the horizon, like an artillery cannon barrel.No, if she was getting it from Linda, I was damn well going to make sure she understood what she was giving up. I stepped to the end of the bed, looking at my wife’s ass and cunt, held in the air by her knees, while Linda licked and played with her swollen clit. Linda saw me and smiled. She moved her hand from my wife’s ass and reached for my cock. She pulled me in toward her, pulling my engorged head toward both her mouth and my wife’s cunt. She aimed me right to my wife’s sopping wet lips and then used her other hand to reach around my ass and coaxed me into the ‘docking portal'. She'd stopped licking my wife and rubbed my engorged head up and down Nancy's slit, wetting my mushroom with my wife’s juices.I reached for my wife’s hips, making her jump slightly as she felt my big firm hands on her. She stiffened, almost as if she were going to refuse me, and then her stiffness faded as Linda rubbed my head around her lips a little harder, working it between her lips and into the entrance of her depths. My wife wiggled her hips side to side, much like she used to when she was inviting me to fuck her hot hole. I pushed toward her, forcing my engorged head slowly into her, spreading her hot wet vagina as I slipped ever so slowly into her.“Oh, fuck yes.” Nancy moaned as I pushed my way deeper into her. “That’s it honey. Fuck me. Make me come around your fat cock!” She lowered her head to Linda’s cunt again and I heard her muffled moan as I started to stroke slowly in and out of her.Every stroke brought my balls across Linda’s face, slapping her eyebrows slightly. In and out I started to thrust, my cock stroking its full length in and out of her. Linda wrapped her left hand around my ass cheek and  hooked her other hand around Nancy's thigh. Linda was now conducting the symphony movement of our love anthem. Linda's middle finger pressed my anus tightly and eventually entered just inside my sphincter.I felt Nancy's already excited cunt start to spasm when I’d barely started stroking, Linda having apparently gotten her already very close to climax. I knew I was still quite a ways from my own climax as I held her hips and kept thrusting, pushing in and out so that my cock teased her insides from the entrance all the way to the end of her tunnel.Nancy always said that my thick shaft felt so much bigger when I fucked her from behind. I wanted her to enjoy it. I wanted her to feel my cock making her climax. I wanted her to remember how good it felt that first time, that time laying on the picnic table, feeling a cock slide into her for the first time. I wanted her to enjoy it like she did then, coming so hard to my stroking cock that her body surprised both of us and pumped her juices out all over my stomach and crotch. I wanted her to climax that hard again.“Oh fuck!” she squeaked as she pulled her face from Linda’s cunt. “Oh fuck me, lover. God you feel so good. Come for me. Fill me up with your cum. Oh God! Yes! That’s it. Fuck me!” She hadn’t been all that vocal for years, and hearing her talk like a vulgar whore, begging me to fuck and fill her; pushed all the right buttons at the right time. While my mind was still imagining that it was that first time again, feeling her for the first time, I held her hips and drove harder into her, rocking the entire bed as I pumped in and out of her with abandon.My body raced toward climax as I thrust myself deep into my wife, a feeling of elation and desire all mixed together running through my body. I was so close, I wanted to come, I wanted to fill her cunt with my cum, I wanted her to keep climaxing as long as I could make her. I kept thrusting, trying to keep holding her climax at its peak as long as I could. I felt a hand on my ass, moving with me, coaxing me harder into my wife.I looked down past my thrusting cock at Linda's face, grinning up at me, waiting, coaxing. In a moment of clear realization I knew what she wanted.“Oh Fuck!” I grunted loudly as my body spasmed. I could feel my cock pumping shot after shot of cum into my wife’s spasming cunt, filling her, feeling her climax still squeezing and milking me, like I hadn’t felt for oh so many years. I stood there, my knees leaning against the mattress, panting, listening to my wife moan and pant herself, my cum still leaking into her as my cock twitched occasionally.“Oh God, yes. So good.” She moaned softly, laying her head between Linda’s legs again, but not to lick her any longer. Linda released her hold on my ass and instead hooked her index finger around the base of my cock. She coaxed me back, backing me out of my wife slowly. My now softening tallywhacker slipped from Nancy's reddened, swollen cunt lips, and dropped onto Linda’s face.Linda tiled her head back and opened her mouth. I slid inside Linda's waiting mouth and she sucked my shrinking cock for only a few seconds before gently pushing me further back. I knew why, though I was surprised that she’d want to.I stood, my cock almost dripping the remaining cum in Linda’s face, holding my wife’s ass cheeks for balance. I watched Linda lick the cum oozing from my wife’s gaping cunt, my white cream leaking from her and dripping down off her twat lips into Linda’s mouth.“Tastes just like that cookie.” Linda moaned softly. “I swear that was cum flavored icing.”“I kinda thought it tasted like Nancy’s cunt.” I panted as I moved onto the bed and flopped onto my back, momentarily exhausted.I lay there, trying to catch my breath, listening to Linda lick my wife, sending occasional shudders through her body. Nancy finally had all she could take and shifted off Linda and over onto me, laying down on me. She lay flat on me, her tits smashed to my chest, her face inches from mine. Without a word she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me. Hesitantly at first, and then with growing urgency. She held my face and kissed and sucked my lips, almost as if she were afraid I was going to not be there.Linda rolled onto her side, facing away from us, then resumed her own masterbations, stroking her cunt with two fingers, while her other hand fondled her aroused nipples. Linda was a moaner.Finally, after what had to be at least five minutes, both Nancy and I panting breathlessly, she softened and then stopped her kisses. “I’m sorry love.” She whispered into my ear as she laid her cheek beside mine.“For what?” I whispered back.“For not realizing what I was doing to you. For almost losing you. I never meant for it to happen. I should have known. I should have heard you. You said it, I know you did. Even Linda heard you. But I was too busy with my own feelings that I didn’t listen to you. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to have to find it someplace else. I don’t want you to walk out of my life. I don’t want anyone but you, but I have to, I need to, I, I.”“Shush.” I whispered, pressing her chest into me, holding her face next to mine. “I don’t want to lose you either. You’re the love of my life. Why would I leave you?”“Because I forgot. I forgot how it was. I laid here, crying, feeling sorry for myself that Linda could coax you into sex so easily. I thought that you didn’t care anymore or want me anymore. But she told me. She said she’s seen me reject your advances too many times, that you had to think that I didn’t want you anymore. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It’s just, It’s. I don’t know how to explain. But I was wrong. I should have listened. I should have seen the signs. Please don’t leave me.” She practically begged me before she started crying, her tears running down her face and my cheek as well, where we were pressed together.“I’m not leaving. Shish. I’m still here,” I whispered back, stroking her back and ass.“Promise?”“Oh lover. You know I can’t live without you.”“I used to think that. I used to think that I never had to worry. I used to think you were mine forever, and, well, I watched you pleasuring her, right there, right in front of me, right in our own kitchen. I, I was scared. I was afraid that I was going to lose you. I was mad. I was mad at you, I was mad at Linda.”“I was actually mad at myself. Mostly now at myself. You did what I pushed you to. You did it because I ignore you. I don’t do what we used to do.”“I don’t understand. What we used to do?”“When we were first together. I worked so hard to give you everything you desired. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted you to love me. I wanted you to want me, to desire to be with me. I knew that sexual contentment was a big part of that. I knew that if I didn’t make you feel happy that way, that there’d be no chance of lasting love. Guys need that. They need sex. They need it to feel complete. I forgot that. I forgot because I had your love and I forgot that I needed to return it the way you needed it, not the way I felt like giving it. My empathy failed.”"I don’t understand, Nancy. When we were first together, you were playful, you loved doing all those things, all those ways, all those places. You didn’t like it? You were just, what, faking enjoying it?” I asked with concern and no small amount of hurt welling up in my heart. Had our whole relationship been based on a lie?She rolled off of me, onto her back, next to me. “I didn’t not enjoy it, but I wouldn’t have chosen to do it by myself if you hadn’t asked me to.”“Then why didn’t you say no?” I rolled on my side to look at her face.“I never wanted to say no. I thought it was what was expected. That guys had sex that way. I wanted to be wanted, so I focused on meeting your desires. But I lost that, over the years.”“I’m confused. You had to know not all guys did all that. I mean, I loved what we did. I loved the variety and the newness of every time we did it someplace different, or in a different way, or whatever. But if you didn’t want to, you had to know it wasn’t required.”“Wasn’t it? What has been your complaint for the last twenty years? That we never do anything like that anymore. Kinda sounds required to me.”I rolled facing Nancy; Linda still in her own world, at the foot of the big bed. Nancy rolled onto her side and rested her head so our noses nearly touched, stroking her fingers on my chest. “I’d have never made you do anything you didn’t want to. Not if I knew. Now you’re telling me everything that we did was faked?”“Not faked. Just not, always my choice.” She whispered. “The guy I was with, before you. He was, well, he didn’t believe in sex before marriage, so we didn’t. Not at all. He never even tried to take my bra off or pull down my pants or anything. So, when I started dating you, I did what you wanted, just like I did what he wanted.”“Why did you leave him?”“After two years, I needed more. I needed that physical relationship. I wanted intimacy, and he didn’t seem any closer to asking me to marry him than when we started dating. So, I moved on, or at least I was planning on it. The day you spilled coke all over me? I was out with my best friends, they were trying to convince me that it was time to move on and find someone different. Someone that could make me feel completely different than Jerry did.”“And me dumping a whole cup of soda pop down your shirt was definitely different.”“It wasn’t that. It was how incredibly cute you were, trying to apologize. Three times you almost rubbed your hand down my boobs to wipe the soda that was soaking in, off. I suddenly wanted to feel your hands on me. I wanted to see what it felt like to be physically loved.”“ If you hadn’t asked me to get undressed for you in that park that one night, there wouldn’t be another date. I wasn’t going to go through that again. I could tell you were nervous. I was too. But I wanted to feel your hands on me, and once I did, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted you to touch me and stroke me and make love to me as many times as you wanted. When I realized you liked being teased, liked seeing me in sexy little things, liked it when I played with you in public places, liked it when I let you play with me in those places, well, those are the things I did. I didn’t not like them, but if I had been choosing, I wouldn’t have done a lot of them. Doctor Ruth said a woman can only keep a man if she keeps him satisfied. So I was committed to keeping you satisfied. At least I used to” Nancy was starting to cry again.“After the girls were born, you kinda stopped wanting sex. Why? What did I do wrong?” I wanted to know.“You did nothing wrong. I just didn’t feel like I could do those kinds of things anymore. I didn’t want the girls to get the idea that doing that kind of thing was how you got a man. I know. That’s how I got you. But after a few years I just stopped trying to please you that way. I convinced myself you didn’t seem to need it any more, that you knew how I loved you, even if I didn’t show it physically. I forgot that was how you felt loved. I forgot that all the things that you did that made me feel loved, weren’t the things that made you feel loved. Linda reminded me of that. Seeing you kneeling in front of her, licking her, teasing her cunt, making her climax. It made me realize that I’d messed up. I’d failed to do what a wife should be doing, making her man feel loved and cared for. I suddenly realized that Linda had so easily taken over what had been only mine for so long. Linda hasn't had a man for years, but she wishes that she did.”“If that’s true, why the hell were you two women having sex?”“That’s easy.” Linda said from where she was still laying, now listening to us. “We wanted to. While we were talking we had an overwhelming urge to kiss, which led to touching, which lead to, well you know.” Then Linda added; “You're the one with the cookie, Mike. Like the serpent in Eden, you seduced both of us with one bite of that treat.”“I wouldn’t have thought you were into girl stuff.” I said softly to my wife.“I haven’t, well, before today, I never did. I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips on me, on my nipples, on my cunny lips. I wanted to feel her making love to me. I don’t know why, but I wanted it so bad.”“Just like I needed to have your cock in my mouth.” Linda interjected. “Just like I want your cock in me so bad right now. I want to feel you pumping it into me until you fill me with your cum.” Linda said, rolling over. “So how about it? Wanna let me ride you until we both come?”“I think I better save it for Nancy,” I answered her, getting a squeeze from Nancy in appreciation.“Well, if you’re not going to fuck me, I have a dildo at home that’s just begging to feel my hot cunt around it.” Linda said as she stood up. “You know, I might not even bother to get dressed. Just put my shoes on and run home naked and get it. Wanna watch me? Wanna see me pumping it in and out of myself?”“It’s sorta chilly out.” I said, avoiding the answer she wanted to hear.She grinned. “Good. It’ll make my nipples nice and hard. You sure you don’t want to come watch me?”“I better not.” I answered quietly. She shrugged and got up. A few moments later we heard the back door open and close, leaving us alone in the house. “What now?”“I don’t know. I have an urge to fuck you under the Christmas tree.” Nancy winked“So why don’t we?” I encouraged her fantasy.“Is that what you want?” Nancy giggled.“That’s the wrong question. The question you should ask, is that what We want?”“Right now, I think it is.” She whispered.“Okay. I don’t know if my cock is up to a third round, but I’m game to try.”“Oh honey, I think I can handle that. You go out there and lay down on the carpet and I’ll be out in a few minutes, and I guarantee that I’ll get you hard.” She said with a soft giggle.I nodded and got off the bed. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I was willing to let her try whatever she wanted. I grabbed a pillow off the sofa and lay down on the carpet to wait.“I’m back!” Linda said as she walked in through the garage door again, this time holding a large purple translucent cock. “Oh. Waiting for me?” She asked, stepping over to me and squatting down over me. She rolled onto her knees and slid her wet cunt along my flaccid cock. “I’m not even going to need ‘Carlos', am I?” she asked setting the dildo aside.“Linda. I’m waiting for Nancy. I don’t think she’s going to want to see you on my lap. Please don’t make me choose!”She frowned. “I won’t, but I can keep it warm, can’t I?”I rolled my eyes. “If you promise to get right off when Nancy comes out.”“I do.” She answered with a wicked little grin. She began to rock her hips, grinding herself against my cock. She reached for

Nancy Pledges her passionate best for Mike.Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I sat on the sofa staring out the back window and across the yard, wondering what they were talking about. A few minutes turned into half an hour, which turned into almost an hour. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I snuck down the hall as quietly as I could. I stopped at the door and listened, hoping to hear their conversation. But conversation was not what I heard. What I heard was soft gentle moaning. Two different sounds of moaning. I shook my head in confusion and pushed the door open silently, moving it ever so slowly so that the hinge, which occasionally squeaks, wouldn’t. I peeked around the door to the bed and stood there, staring.No wonder I didn’t hear them talking. Linda was laying on the bed, as naked as she had been in the kitchen, with her feet on my pillow, her knees pushed wide. My wife on top, held herself on her hands and knees, equally naked, with her head between Linda’s legs, licking her cunt, while moaning in pleasure at Linda’s attentions to hers.I stepped into the room and neither seemed to notice me at all. I watched the two of them making out, licking each other, driving the other toward climax. Was this why Nancy wasn’t interested in sex with me any longer? Was she getting it from Linda instead? I hadn’t ever known her to be interested in other women, at least not in that way. But it was hard to deny what I was seeing. It didn’t take my body long to respond to what I was seeing, my cock soon standing hard and rigid. Pointing up over the horizon, like an artillery cannon barrel.No, if she was getting it from Linda, I was damn well going to make sure she understood what she was giving up. I stepped to the end of the bed, looking at my wife’s ass and cunt, held in the air by her knees, while Linda licked and played with her swollen clit. Linda saw me and smiled. She moved her hand from my wife’s ass and reached for my cock. She pulled me in toward her, pulling my engorged head toward both her mouth and my wife’s cunt. She aimed me right to my wife’s sopping wet lips and then used her other hand to reach around my ass and coaxed me into the ‘docking portal'. She'd stopped licking my wife and rubbed my engorged head up and down Nancy's slit, wetting my mushroom with my wife’s juices.I reached for my wife’s hips, making her jump slightly as she felt my big firm hands on her. She stiffened, almost as if she were going to refuse me, and then her stiffness faded as Linda rubbed my head around her lips a little harder, working it between her lips and into the entrance of her depths. My wife wiggled her hips side to side, much like she used to when she was inviting me to fuck her hot hole. I pushed toward her, forcing my engorged head slowly into her, spreading her hot wet vagina as I slipped ever so slowly into her.“Oh, fuck yes.” Nancy moaned as I pushed my way deeper into her. “That’s it honey. Fuck me. Make me come around your fat cock!” She lowered her head to Linda’s cunt again and I heard her muffled moan as I started to stroke slowly in and out of her.Every stroke brought my balls across Linda’s face, slapping her eyebrows slightly. In and out I started to thrust, my cock stroking its full length in and out of her. Linda wrapped her left hand around my ass cheek and  hooked her other hand around Nancy's thigh. Linda was now conducting the symphony movement of our love anthem. Linda's middle finger pressed my anus tightly and eventually entered just inside my sphincter.I felt Nancy's already excited cunt start to spasm when I’d barely started stroking, Linda having apparently gotten her already very close to climax. I knew I was still quite a ways from my own climax as I held her hips and kept thrusting, pushing in and out so that my cock teased her insides from the entrance all the way to the end of her tunnel.Nancy always said that my thick shaft felt so much bigger when I fucked her from behind. I wanted her to enjoy it. I wanted her to feel my cock making her climax. I wanted her to remember how good it felt that first time, that time laying on the picnic table, feeling a cock slide into her for the first time. I wanted her to enjoy it like she did then, coming so hard to my stroking cock that her body surprised both of us and pumped her juices out all over my stomach and crotch. I wanted her to climax that hard again.“Oh fuck!” she squeaked as she pulled her face from Linda’s cunt. “Oh fuck me, lover. God you feel so good. Come for me. Fill me up with your cum. Oh God! Yes! That’s it. Fuck me!” She hadn’t been all that vocal for years, and hearing her talk like a vulgar whore, begging me to fuck and fill her; pushed all the right buttons at the right time. While my mind was still imagining that it was that first time again, feeling her for the first time, I held her hips and drove harder into her, rocking the entire bed as I pumped in and out of her with abandon.My body raced toward climax as I thrust myself deep into my wife, a feeling of elation and desire all mixed together running through my body. I was so close, I wanted to come, I wanted to fill her cunt with my cum, I wanted her to keep climaxing as long as I could make her. I kept thrusting, trying to keep holding her climax at its peak as long as I could. I felt a hand on my ass, moving with me, coaxing me harder into my wife.I looked down past my thrusting cock at Linda's face, grinning up at me, waiting, coaxing. In a moment of clear realization I knew what she wanted.“Oh Fuck!” I grunted loudly as my body spasmed. I could feel my cock pumping shot after shot of cum into my wife’s spasming cunt, filling her, feeling her climax still squeezing and milking me, like I hadn’t felt for oh so many years. I stood there, my knees leaning against the mattress, panting, listening to my wife moan and pant herself, my cum still leaking into her as my cock twitched occasionally.“Oh God, yes. So good.” She moaned softly, laying her head between Linda’s legs again, but not to lick her any longer. Linda released her hold on my ass and instead hooked her index finger around the base of my cock. She coaxed me back, backing me out of my wife slowly. My now softening tallywhacker slipped from Nancy's reddened, swollen cunt lips, and dropped onto Linda’s face.Linda tiled her head back and opened her mouth. I slid inside Linda's waiting mouth and she sucked my shrinking cock for only a few seconds before gently pushing me further back. I knew why, though I was surprised that she’d want to.I stood, my cock almost dripping the remaining cum in Linda’s face, holding my wife’s ass cheeks for balance. I watched Linda lick the cum oozing from my wife’s gaping cunt, my white cream leaking from her and dripping down off her twat lips into Linda’s mouth.“Tastes just like that cookie.” Linda moaned softly. “I swear that was cum flavored icing.”“I kinda thought it tasted like Nancy’s cunt.” I panted as I moved onto the bed and flopped onto my back, momentarily exhausted.I lay there, trying to catch my breath, listening to Linda lick my wife, sending occasional shudders through her body. Nancy finally had all she could take and shifted off Linda and over onto me, laying down on me. She lay flat on me, her tits smashed to my chest, her face inches from mine. Without a word she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me. Hesitantly at first, and then with growing urgency. She held my face and kissed and sucked my lips, almost as if she were afraid I was going to not be there.Linda rolled onto her side, facing away from us, then resumed her own masterbations, stroking her cunt with two fingers, while her other hand fondled her aroused nipples. Linda was a moaner.Finally, after what had to be at least five minutes, both Nancy and I panting breathlessly, she softened and then stopped her kisses. “I’m sorry love.” She whispered into my ear as she laid her cheek beside mine.“For what?” I whispered back.“For not realizing what I was doing to you. For almost losing you. I never meant for it to happen. I should have known. I should have heard you. You said it, I know you did. Even Linda heard you. But I was too busy with my own feelings that I didn’t listen to you. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to have to find it someplace else. I don’t want you to walk out of my life. I don’t want anyone but you, but I have to, I need to, I, I.”“Shush.” I whispered, pressing her chest into me, holding her face next to mine. “I don’t want to lose you either. You’re the love of my life. Why would I leave you?”“Because I forgot. I forgot how it was. I laid here, crying, feeling sorry for myself that Linda could coax you into sex so easily. I thought that you didn’t care anymore or want me anymore. But she told me. She said she’s seen me reject your advances too many times, that you had to think that I didn’t want you anymore. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It’s just, It’s. I don’t know how to explain. But I was wrong. I should have listened. I should have seen the signs. Please don’t leave me.” She practically begged me before she started crying, her tears running down her face and my cheek as well, where we were pressed together.“I’m not leaving. Shish. I’m still here,” I whispered back, stroking her back and ass.“Promise?”“Oh lover. You know I can’t live without you.”“I used to think that. I used to think that I never had to worry. I used to think you were mine forever, and, well, I watched you pleasuring her, right there, right in front of me, right in our own kitchen. I, I was scared. I was afraid that I was going to lose you. I was mad. I was mad at you, I was mad at Linda.”“I was actually mad at myself. Mostly now at myself. You did what I pushed you to. You did it because I ignore you. I don’t do what we used to do.”“I don’t understand. What we used to do?”“When we were first together. I worked so hard to give you everything you desired. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted you to love me. I wanted you to want me, to desire to be with me. I knew that sexual contentment was a big part of that. I knew that if I didn’t make you feel happy that way, that there’d be no chance of lasting love. Guys need that. They need sex. They need it to feel complete. I forgot that. I forgot because I had your love and I forgot that I needed to return it the way you needed it, not the way I felt like giving it. My empathy failed.”"I don’t understand, Nancy. When we were first together, you were playful, you loved doing all those things, all those ways, all those places. You didn’t like it? You were just, what, faking enjoying it?” I asked with concern and no small amount of hurt welling up in my heart. Had our whole relationship been based on a lie?She rolled off of me, onto her back, next to me. “I didn’t not enjoy it, but I wouldn’t have chosen to do it by myself if you hadn’t asked me to.”“Then why didn’t you say no?” I rolled on my side to look at her face.“I never wanted to say no. I thought it was what was expected. That guys had sex that way. I wanted to be wanted, so I focused on meeting your desires. But I lost that, over the years.”“I’m confused. You had to know not all guys did all that. I mean, I loved what we did. I loved the variety and the newness of every time we did it someplace different, or in a different way, or whatever. But if you didn’t want to, you had to know it wasn’t required.”“Wasn’t it? What has been your complaint for the last twenty years? That we never do anything like that anymore. Kinda sounds required to me.”I rolled facing Nancy; Linda still in her own world, at the foot of the big bed. Nancy rolled onto her side and rested her head so our noses nearly touched, stroking her fingers on my chest. “I’d have never made you do anything you didn’t want to. Not if I knew. Now you’re telling me everything that we did was faked?”“Not faked. Just not, always my choice.” She whispered. “The guy I was with, before you. He was, well, he didn’t believe in sex before marriage, so we didn’t. Not at all. He never even tried to take my bra off or pull down my pants or anything. So, when I started dating you, I did what you wanted, just like I did what he wanted.”“Why did you leave him?”“After two years, I needed more. I needed that physical relationship. I wanted intimacy, and he didn’t seem any closer to asking me to marry him than when we started dating. So, I moved on, or at least I was planning on it. The day you spilled coke all over me? I was out with my best friends, they were trying to convince me that it was time to move on and find someone different. Someone that could make me feel completely different than Jerry did.”“And me dumping a whole cup of soda pop down your shirt was definitely different.”“It wasn’t that. It was how incredibly cute you were, trying to apologize. Three times you almost rubbed your hand down my boobs to wipe the soda that was soaking in, off. I suddenly wanted to feel your hands on me. I wanted to see what it felt like to be physically loved.”“ If you hadn’t asked me to get undressed for you in that park that one night, there wouldn’t be another date. I wasn’t going to go through that again. I could tell you were nervous. I was too. But I wanted to feel your hands on me, and once I did, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted you to touch me and stroke me and make love to me as many times as you wanted. When I realized you liked being teased, liked seeing me in sexy little things, liked it when I played with you in public places, liked it when I let you play with me in those places, well, those are the things I did. I didn’t not like them, but if I had been choosing, I wouldn’t have done a lot of them. Doctor Ruth said a woman can only keep a man if she keeps him satisfied. So I was committed to keeping you satisfied. At least I used to” Nancy was starting to cry again.“After the girls were born, you kinda stopped wanting sex. Why? What did I do wrong?” I wanted to know.“You did nothing wrong. I just didn’t feel like I could do those kinds of things anymore. I didn’t want the girls to get the idea that doing that kind of thing was how you got a man. I know. That’s how I got you. But after a few years I just stopped trying to please you that way. I convinced myself you didn’t seem to need it any more, that you knew how I loved you, even if I didn’t show it physically. I forgot that was how you felt loved. I forgot that all the things that you did that made me feel loved, weren’t the things that made you feel loved. Linda reminded me of that. Seeing you kneeling in front of her, licking her, teasing her cunt, making her climax. It made me realize that I’d messed up. I’d failed to do what a wife should be doing, making her man feel loved and cared for. I suddenly realized that Linda had so easily taken over what had been only mine for so long. Linda hasn't had a man for years, but she wishes that she did.”“If that’s true, why the hell were you two women having sex?”“That’s easy.” Linda said from where she was still laying, now listening to us. “We wanted to. While we were talking we had an overwhelming urge to kiss, which led to touching, which lead to, well you know.” Then Linda added; “You're the one with the cookie, Mike. Like the serpent in Eden, you seduced both of us with one bite of that treat.”“I wouldn’t have thought you were into girl stuff.” I said softly to my wife.“I haven’t, well, before today, I never did. I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips on me, on my nipples, on my cunny lips. I wanted to feel her making love to me. I don’t know why, but I wanted it so bad.”“Just like I needed to have your cock in my mouth.” Linda interjected. “Just like I want your cock in me so bad right now. I want to feel you pumping it into me until you fill me with your cum.” Linda said, rolling over. “So how about it? Wanna let me ride you until we both come?”“I think I better save it for Nancy,” I answered her, getting a squeeze from Nancy in appreciation.“Well, if you’re not going to fuck me, I have a dildo at home that’s just begging to feel my hot cunt around it.” Linda said as she stood up. “You know, I might not even bother to get dressed. Just put my shoes on and run home naked and get it. Wanna watch me? Wanna see me pumping it in and out of myself?”“It’s sorta chilly out.” I said, avoiding the answer she wanted to hear.She grinned. “Good. It’ll make my nipples nice and hard. You sure you don’t want to come watch me?”“I better not.” I answered quietly. She shrugged and got up. A few moments later we heard the back door open and close, leaving us alone in the house. “What now?”“I don’t know. I have an urge to fuck you under the Christmas tree.” Nancy winked“So why don’t we?” I encouraged her fantasy.“Is that what you want?” Nancy giggled.“That’s the wrong question. The question you should ask, is that what We want?”“Right now, I think it is.” She whispered.“Okay. I don’t know if my cock is up to a third round, but I’m game to try.”“Oh honey, I think I can handle that. You go out there and lay down on the carpet and I’ll be out in a few minutes, and I guarantee that I’ll get you hard.” She said with a soft giggle.I nodded and got off the bed. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I was willing to let her try whatever she wanted. I grabbed a pillow off the sofa and lay down on the carpet to wait.“I’m back!” Linda said as she walked in through the garage door again, this time holding a large purple translucent cock. “Oh. Waiting for me?” She asked, stepping over to me and squatting down over me. She rolled onto her knees and slid her wet cunt along my flaccid cock. “I’m not even going to need ‘Carlos', am I?” she asked setting the dildo aside.“Linda. I’m waiting for Nancy. I don’t think she’s going to want to see you on my lap. Please don’t make me choose!”She frowned. “I won’t, but I can keep it warm, can’t I?”I rolled my eyes. “If you promise to get right off when Nancy comes out.”“I do.” She answered with a wicked little grin. She began to rock her hips, grinding herself against my cock. She reached for

Nancy Pledges her passionate best for Mike.Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I sat on the sofa staring out the back window and across the yard, wondering what they were talking about. A few minutes turned into half an hour, which turned into almost an hour. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I snuck down the hall as quietly as I could. I stopped at the door and listened, hoping to hear their conversation. But conversation was not what I heard. What I heard was soft gentle moaning. Two different sounds of moaning. I shook my head in confusion and pushed the door open silently, moving it ever so slowly so that the hinge, which occasionally squeaks, wouldn’t. I peeked around the door to the bed and stood there, staring.No wonder I didn’t hear them talking. Linda was laying on the bed, as naked as she had been in the kitchen, with her feet on my pillow, her knees pushed wide. My wife on top, held herself on her hands and knees, equally naked, with her head between Linda’s legs, licking her cunt, while moaning in pleasure at Linda’s attentions to hers.I stepped into the room and neither seemed to notice me at all. I watched the two of them making out, licking each other, driving the other toward climax. Was this why Nancy wasn’t interested in sex with me any longer? Was she getting it from Linda instead? I hadn’t ever known her to be interested in other women, at least not in that way. But it was hard to deny what I was seeing. It didn’t take my body long to respond to what I was seeing, my cock soon standing hard and rigid. Pointing up over the horizon, like an artillery cannon barrel.No, if she was getting it from Linda, I was damn well going to make sure she understood what she was giving up. I stepped to the end of the bed, looking at my wife’s ass and cunt, held in the air by her knees, while Linda licked and played with her swollen clit. Linda saw me and smiled. She moved her hand from my wife’s ass and reached for my cock. She pulled me in toward her, pulling my engorged head toward both her mouth and my wife’s cunt. She aimed me right to my wife’s sopping wet lips and then used her other hand to reach around my ass and coaxed me into the ‘docking portal'. She'd stopped licking my wife and rubbed my engorged head up and down Nancy's slit, wetting my mushroom with my wife’s juices.I reached for my wife’s hips, making her jump slightly as she felt my big firm hands on her. She stiffened, almost as if she were going to refuse me, and then her stiffness faded as Linda rubbed my head around her lips a little harder, working it between her lips and into the entrance of her depths. My wife wiggled her hips side to side, much like she used to when she was inviting me to fuck her hot hole. I pushed toward her, forcing my engorged head slowly into her, spreading her hot wet vagina as I slipped ever so slowly into her.“Oh, fuck yes.” Nancy moaned as I pushed my way deeper into her. “That’s it honey. Fuck me. Make me come around your fat cock!” She lowered her head to Linda’s cunt again and I heard her muffled moan as I started to stroke slowly in and out of her.Every stroke brought my balls across Linda’s face, slapping her eyebrows slightly. In and out I started to thrust, my cock stroking its full length in and out of her. Linda wrapped her left hand around my ass cheek and  hooked her other hand around Nancy's thigh. Linda was now conducting the symphony movement of our love anthem. Linda's middle finger pressed my anus tightly and eventually entered just inside my sphincter.I felt Nancy's already excited cunt start to spasm when I’d barely started stroking, Linda having apparently gotten her already very close to climax. I knew I was still quite a ways from my own climax as I held her hips and kept thrusting, pushing in and out so that my cock teased her insides from the entrance all the way to the end of her tunnel.Nancy always said that my thick shaft felt so much bigger when I fucked her from behind. I wanted her to enjoy it. I wanted her to feel my cock making her climax. I wanted her to remember how good it felt that first time, that time laying on the picnic table, feeling a cock slide into her for the first time. I wanted her to enjoy it like she did then, coming so hard to my stroking cock that her body surprised both of us and pumped her juices out all over my stomach and crotch. I wanted her to climax that hard again.“Oh fuck!” she squeaked as she pulled her face from Linda’s cunt. “Oh fuck me, lover. God you feel so good. Come for me. Fill me up with your cum. Oh God! Yes! That’s it. Fuck me!” She hadn’t been all that vocal for years, and hearing her talk like a vulgar whore, begging me to fuck and fill her; pushed all the right buttons at the right time. While my mind was still imagining that it was that first time again, feeling her for the first time, I held her hips and drove harder into her, rocking the entire bed as I pumped in and out of her with abandon.My body raced toward climax as I thrust myself deep into my wife, a feeling of elation and desire all mixed together running through my body. I was so close, I wanted to come, I wanted to fill her cunt with my cum, I wanted her to keep climaxing as long as I could make her. I kept thrusting, trying to keep holding her climax at its peak as long as I could. I felt a hand on my ass, moving with me, coaxing me harder into my wife.I looked down past my thrusting cock at Linda's face, grinning up at me, waiting, coaxing. In a moment of clear realization I knew what she wanted.“Oh Fuck!” I grunted loudly as my body spasmed. I could feel my cock pumping shot after shot of cum into my wife’s spasming cunt, filling her, feeling her climax still squeezing and milking me, like I hadn’t felt for oh so many years. I stood there, my knees leaning against the mattress, panting, listening to my wife moan and pant herself, my cum still leaking into her as my cock twitched occasionally.“Oh God, yes. So good.” She moaned softly, laying her head between Linda’s legs again, but not to lick her any longer. Linda released her hold on my ass and instead hooked her index finger around the base of my cock. She coaxed me back, backing me out of my wife slowly. My now softening tallywhacker slipped from Nancy's reddened, swollen cunt lips, and dropped onto Linda’s face.Linda tiled her head back and opened her mouth. I slid inside Linda's waiting mouth and she sucked my shrinking cock for only a few seconds before gently pushing me further back. I knew why, though I was surprised that she’d want to.I stood, my cock almost dripping the remaining cum in Linda’s face, holding my wife’s ass cheeks for balance. I watched Linda lick the cum oozing from my wife’s gaping cunt, my white cream leaking from her and dripping down off her twat lips into Linda’s mouth.“Tastes just like that cookie.” Linda moaned softly. “I swear that was cum flavored icing.”“I kinda thought it tasted like Nancy’s cunt.” I panted as I moved onto the bed and flopped onto my back, momentarily exhausted.I lay there, trying to catch my breath, listening to Linda lick my wife, sending occasional shudders through her body. Nancy finally had all she could take and shifted off Linda and over onto me, laying down on me. She lay flat on me, her tits smashed to my chest, her face inches from mine. Without a word she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me. Hesitantly at first, and then with growing urgency. She held my face and kissed and sucked my lips, almost as if she were afraid I was going to not be there.Linda rolled onto her side, facing away from us, then resumed her own masterbations, stroking her cunt with two fingers, while her other hand fondled her aroused nipples. Linda was a moaner.Finally, after what had to be at least five minutes, both Nancy and I panting breathlessly, she softened and then stopped her kisses. “I’m sorry love.” She whispered into my ear as she laid her cheek beside mine.“For what?” I whispered back.“For not realizing what I was doing to you. For almost losing you. I never meant for it to happen. I should have known. I should have heard you. You said it, I know you did. Even Linda heard you. But I was too busy with my own feelings that I didn’t listen to you. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to have to find it someplace else. I don’t want you to walk out of my life. I don’t want anyone but you, but I have to, I need to, I, I.”“Shush.” I whispered, pressing her chest into me, holding her face next to mine. “I don’t want to lose you either. You’re the love of my life. Why would I leave you?”“Because I forgot. I forgot how it was. I laid here, crying, feeling sorry for myself that Linda could coax you into sex so easily. I thought that you didn’t care anymore or want me anymore. But she told me. She said she’s seen me reject your advances too many times, that you had to think that I didn’t want you anymore. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It’s just, It’s. I don’t know how to explain. But I was wrong. I should have listened. I should have seen the signs. Please don’t leave me.” She practically begged me before she started crying, her tears running down her face and my cheek as well, where we were pressed together.“I’m not leaving. Shish. I’m still here,” I whispered back, stroking her back and ass.“Promise?”“Oh lover. You know I can’t live without you.”“I used to think that. I used to think that I never had to worry. I used to think you were mine forever, and, well, I watched you pleasuring her, right there, right in front of me, right in our own kitchen. I, I was scared. I was afraid that I was going to lose you. I was mad. I was mad at you, I was mad at Linda.”“I was actually mad at myself. Mostly now at myself. You did what I pushed you to. You did it because I ignore you. I don’t do what we used to do.”“I don’t understand. What we used to do?”“When we were first together. I worked so hard to give you everything you desired. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted you to love me. I wanted you to want me, to desire to be with me. I knew that sexual contentment was a big part of that. I knew that if I didn’t make you feel happy that way, that there’d be no chance of lasting love. Guys need that. They need sex. They need it to feel complete. I forgot that. I forgot because I had your love and I forgot that I needed to return it the way you needed it, not the way I felt like giving it. My empathy failed.”"I don’t understand, Nancy. When we were first together, you were playful, you loved doing all those things, all those ways, all those places. You didn’t like it? You were just, what, faking enjoying it?” I asked with concern and no small amount of hurt welling up in my heart. Had our whole relationship been based on a lie?She rolled off of me, onto her back, next to me. “I didn’t not enjoy it, but I wouldn’t have chosen to do it by myself if you hadn’t asked me to.”“Then why didn’t you say no?” I rolled on my side to look at her face.“I never wanted to say no. I thought it was what was expected. That guys had sex that way. I wanted to be wanted, so I focused on meeting your desires. But I lost that, over the years.”“I’m confused. You had to know not all guys did all that. I mean, I loved what we did. I loved the variety and the newness of every time we did it someplace different, or in a different way, or whatever. But if you didn’t want to, you had to know it wasn’t required.”“Wasn’t it? What has been your complaint for the last twenty years? That we never do anything like that anymore. Kinda sounds required to me.”I rolled facing Nancy; Linda still in her own world, at the foot of the big bed. Nancy rolled onto her side and rested her head so our noses nearly touched, stroking her fingers on my chest. “I’d have never made you do anything you didn’t want to. Not if I knew. Now you’re telling me everything that we did was faked?”“Not faked. Just not, always my choice.” She whispered. “The guy I was with, before you. He was, well, he didn’t believe in sex before marriage, so we didn’t. Not at all. He never even tried to take my bra off or pull down my pants or anything. So, when I started dating you, I did what you wanted, just like I did what he wanted.”“Why did you leave him?”“After two years, I needed more. I needed that physical relationship. I wanted intimacy, and he didn’t seem any closer to asking me to marry him than when we started dating. So, I moved on, or at least I was planning on it. The day you spilled coke all over me? I was out with my best friends, they were trying to convince me that it was time to move on and find someone different. Someone that could make me feel completely different than Jerry did.”“And me dumping a whole cup of soda pop down your shirt was definitely different.”“It wasn’t that. It was how incredibly cute you were, trying to apologize. Three times you almost rubbed your hand down my boobs to wipe the soda that was soaking in, off. I suddenly wanted to feel your hands on me. I wanted to see what it felt like to be physically loved.”“ If you hadn’t asked me to get undressed for you in that park that one night, there wouldn’t be another date. I wasn’t going to go through that again. I could tell you were nervous. I was too. But I wanted to feel your hands on me, and once I did, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted you to touch me and stroke me and make love to me as many times as you wanted. When I realized you liked being teased, liked seeing me in sexy little things, liked it when I played with you in public places, liked it when I let you play with me in those places, well, those are the things I did. I didn’t not like them, but if I had been choosing, I wouldn’t have done a lot of them. Doctor Ruth said a woman can only keep a man if she keeps him satisfied. So I was committed to keeping you satisfied. At least I used to” Nancy was starting to cry again.“After the girls were born, you kinda stopped wanting sex. Why? What did I do wrong?” I wanted to know.“You did nothing wrong. I just didn’t feel like I could do those kinds of things anymore. I didn’t want the girls to get the idea that doing that kind of thing was how you got a man. I know. That’s how I got you. But after a few years I just stopped trying to please you that way. I convinced myself you didn’t seem to need it any more, that you knew how I loved you, even if I didn’t show it physically. I forgot that was how you felt loved. I forgot that all the things that you did that made me feel loved, weren’t the things that made you feel loved. Linda reminded me of that. Seeing you kneeling in front of her, licking her, teasing her cunt, making her climax. It made me realize that I’d messed up. I’d failed to do what a wife should be doing, making her man feel loved and cared for. I suddenly realized that Linda had so easily taken over what had been only mine for so long. Linda hasn't had a man for years, but she wishes that she did.”“If that’s true, why the hell were you two women having sex?”“That’s easy.” Linda said from where she was still laying, now listening to us. “We wanted to. While we were talking we had an overwhelming urge to kiss, which led to touching, which lead to, well you know.” Then Linda added; “You're the one with the cookie, Mike. Like the serpent in Eden, you seduced both of us with one bite of that treat.”“I wouldn’t have thought you were into girl stuff.” I said softly to my wife.“I haven’t, well, before today, I never did. I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips on me, on my nipples, on my cunny lips. I wanted to feel her making love to me. I don’t know why, but I wanted it so bad.”“Just like I needed to have your cock in my mouth.” Linda interjected. “Just like I want your cock in me so bad right now. I want to feel you pumping it into me until you fill me with your cum.” Linda said, rolling over. “So how about it? Wanna let me ride you until we both come?”“I think I better save it for Nancy,” I answered her, getting a squeeze from Nancy in appreciation.“Well, if you’re not going to fuck me, I have a dildo at home that’s just begging to feel my hot cunt around it.” Linda said as she stood up. “You know, I might not even bother to get dressed. Just put my shoes on and run home naked and get it. Wanna watch me? Wanna see me pumping it in and out of myself?”“It’s sorta chilly out.” I said, avoiding the answer she wanted to hear.She grinned. “Good. It’ll make my nipples nice and hard. You sure you don’t want to come watch me?”“I better not.” I answered quietly. She shrugged and got up. A few moments later we heard the back door open and close, leaving us alone in the house. “What now?”“I don’t know. I have an urge to fuck you under the Christmas tree.” Nancy winked“So why don’t we?” I encouraged her fantasy.“Is that what you want?” Nancy giggled.“That’s the wrong question. The question you should ask, is that what We want?”“Right now, I think it is.” She whispered.“Okay. I don’t know if my cock is up to a third round, but I’m game to try.”“Oh honey, I think I can handle that. You go out there and lay down on the carpet and I’ll be out in a few minutes, and I guarantee that I’ll get you hard.” She said with a soft giggle.I nodded and got off the bed. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I was willing to let her try whatever she wanted. I grabbed a pillow off the sofa and lay down on the carpet to wait.“I’m back!” Linda said as she walked in through the garage door again, this time holding a large purple translucent cock. “Oh. Waiting for me?” She asked, stepping over to me and squatting down over me. She rolled onto her knees and slid her wet cunt along my flaccid cock. “I’m not even going to need ‘Carlos', am I?” she asked setting the dildo aside.“Linda. I’m waiting for Nancy. I don’t think she’s going to want to see you on my lap. Please don’t make me choose!”She frowned. “I won’t, but I can keep it warm, can’t I?”I rolled my eyes. “If you promise to get right off when Nancy comes out.”“I do.” She answered with a wicked little grin. She began to rock her hips, grinding herself against my cock. She reached for

Nancy Pledges her passionate best for Mike.Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories.I sat on the sofa staring out the back window and across the yard, wondering what they were talking about. A few minutes turned into half an hour, which turned into almost an hour. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I snuck down the hall as quietly as I could. I stopped at the door and listened, hoping to hear their conversation. But conversation was not what I heard. What I heard was soft gentle moaning. Two different sounds of moaning. I shook my head in confusion and pushed the door open silently, moving it ever so slowly so that the hinge, which occasionally squeaks, wouldn’t. I peeked around the door to the bed and stood there, staring.No wonder I didn’t hear them talking. Linda was laying on the bed, as naked as she had been in the kitchen, with her feet on my pillow, her knees pushed wide. My wife on top, held herself on her hands and knees, equally naked, with her head between Linda’s legs, licking her cunt, while moaning in pleasure at Linda’s attentions to hers.I stepped into the room and neither seemed to notice me at all. I watched the two of them making out, licking each other, driving the other toward climax. Was this why Nancy wasn’t interested in sex with me any longer? Was she getting it from Linda instead? I hadn’t ever known her to be interested in other women, at least not in that way. But it was hard to deny what I was seeing. It didn’t take my body long to respond to what I was seeing, my cock soon standing hard and rigid. Pointing up over the horizon, like an artillery cannon barrel.No, if she was getting it from Linda, I was damn well going to make sure she understood what she was giving up. I stepped to the end of the bed, looking at my wife’s ass and cunt, held in the air by her knees, while Linda licked and played with her swollen clit. Linda saw me and smiled. She moved her hand from my wife’s ass and reached for my cock. She pulled me in toward her, pulling my engorged head toward both her mouth and my wife’s cunt. She aimed me right to my wife’s sopping wet lips and then used her other hand to reach around my ass and coaxed me into the ‘docking portal'. She'd stopped licking my wife and rubbed my engorged head up and down Nancy's slit, wetting my mushroom with my wife’s juices.I reached for my wife’s hips, making her jump slightly as she felt my big firm hands on her. She stiffened, almost as if she were going to refuse me, and then her stiffness faded as Linda rubbed my head around her lips a little harder, working it between her lips and into the entrance of her depths. My wife wiggled her hips side to side, much like she used to when she was inviting me to fuck her hot hole. I pushed toward her, forcing my engorged head slowly into her, spreading her hot wet vagina as I slipped ever so slowly into her.“Oh, fuck yes.” Nancy moaned as I pushed my way deeper into her. “That’s it honey. Fuck me. Make me come around your fat cock!” She lowered her head to Linda’s cunt again and I heard her muffled moan as I started to stroke slowly in and out of her.Every stroke brought my balls across Linda’s face, slapping her eyebrows slightly. In and out I started to thrust, my cock stroking its full length in and out of her. Linda wrapped her left hand around my ass cheek and  hooked her other hand around Nancy's thigh. Linda was now conducting the symphony movement of our love anthem. Linda's middle finger pressed my anus tightly and eventually entered just inside my sphincter.I felt Nancy's already excited cunt start to spasm when I’d barely started stroking, Linda having apparently gotten her already very close to climax. I knew I was still quite a ways from my own climax as I held her hips and kept thrusting, pushing in and out so that my cock teased her insides from the entrance all the way to the end of her tunnel.Nancy always said that my thick shaft felt so much bigger when I fucked her from behind. I wanted her to enjoy it. I wanted her to feel my cock making her climax. I wanted her to remember how good it felt that first time, that time laying on the picnic table, feeling a cock slide into her for the first time. I wanted her to enjoy it like she did then, coming so hard to my stroking cock that her body surprised both of us and pumped her juices out all over my stomach and crotch. I wanted her to climax that hard again.“Oh fuck!” she squeaked as she pulled her face from Linda’s cunt. “Oh fuck me, lover. God you feel so good. Come for me. Fill me up with your cum. Oh God! Yes! That’s it. Fuck me!” She hadn’t been all that vocal for years, and hearing her talk like a vulgar whore, begging me to fuck and fill her; pushed all the right buttons at the right time. While my mind was still imagining that it was that first time again, feeling her for the first time, I held her hips and drove harder into her, rocking the entire bed as I pumped in and out of her with abandon.My body raced toward climax as I thrust myself deep into my wife, a feeling of elation and desire all mixed together running through my body. I was so close, I wanted to come, I wanted to fill her cunt with my cum, I wanted her to keep climaxing as long as I could make her. I kept thrusting, trying to keep holding her climax at its peak as long as I could. I felt a hand on my ass, moving with me, coaxing me harder into my wife.I looked down past my thrusting cock at Linda's face, grinning up at me, waiting, coaxing. In a moment of clear realization I knew what she wanted.“Oh Fuck!” I grunted loudly as my body spasmed. I could feel my cock pumping shot after shot of cum into my wife’s spasming cunt, filling her, feeling her climax still squeezing and milking me, like I hadn’t felt for oh so many years. I stood there, my knees leaning against the mattress, panting, listening to my wife moan and pant herself, my cum still leaking into her as my cock twitched occasionally.“Oh God, yes. So good.” She moaned softly, laying her head between Linda’s legs again, but not to lick her any longer. Linda released her hold on my ass and instead hooked her index finger around the base of my cock. She coaxed me back, backing me out of my wife slowly. My now softening tallywhacker slipped from Nancy's reddened, swollen cunt lips, and dropped onto Linda’s face.Linda tiled her head back and opened her mouth. I slid inside Linda's waiting mouth and she sucked my shrinking cock for only a few seconds before gently pushing me further back. I knew why, though I was surprised that she’d want to.I stood, my cock almost dripping the remaining cum in Linda’s face, holding my wife’s ass cheeks for balance. I watched Linda lick the cum oozing from my wife’s gaping cunt, my white cream leaking from her and dripping down off her twat lips into Linda’s mouth.“Tastes just like that cookie.” Linda moaned softly. “I swear that was cum flavored icing.”“I kinda thought it tasted like Nancy’s cunt.” I panted as I moved onto the bed and flopped onto my back, momentarily exhausted.I lay there, trying to catch my breath, listening to Linda lick my wife, sending occasional shudders through her body. Nancy finally had all she could take and shifted off Linda and over onto me, laying down on me. She lay flat on me, her tits smashed to my chest, her face inches from mine. Without a word she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me. Hesitantly at first, and then with growing urgency. She held my face and kissed and sucked my lips, almost as if she were afraid I was going to not be there.Linda rolled onto her side, facing away from us, then resumed her own masterbations, stroking her cunt with two fingers, while her other hand fondled her aroused nipples. Linda was a moaner.Finally, after what had to be at least five minutes, both Nancy and I panting breathlessly, she softened and then stopped her kisses. “I’m sorry love.” She whispered into my ear as she laid her cheek beside mine.“For what?” I whispered back.“For not realizing what I was doing to you. For almost losing you. I never meant for it to happen. I should have known. I should have heard you. You said it, I know you did. Even Linda heard you. But I was too busy with my own feelings that I didn’t listen to you. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want you to have to find it someplace else. I don’t want you to walk out of my life. I don’t want anyone but you, but I have to, I need to, I, I.”“Shush.” I whispered, pressing her chest into me, holding her face next to mine. “I don’t want to lose you either. You’re the love of my life. Why would I leave you?”“Because I forgot. I forgot how it was. I laid here, crying, feeling sorry for myself that Linda could coax you into sex so easily. I thought that you didn’t care anymore or want me anymore. But she told me. She said she’s seen me reject your advances too many times, that you had to think that I didn’t want you anymore. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It’s just, It’s. I don’t know how to explain. But I was wrong. I should have listened. I should have seen the signs. Please don’t leave me.” She practically begged me before she started crying, her tears running down her face and my cheek as well, where we were pressed together.“I’m not leaving. Shish. I’m still here,” I whispered back, stroking her back and ass.“Promise?”“Oh lover. You know I can’t live without you.”“I used to think that. I used to think that I never had to worry. I used to think you were mine forever, and, well, I watched you pleasuring her, right there, right in front of me, right in our own kitchen. I, I was scared. I was afraid that I was going to lose you. I was mad. I was mad at you, I was mad at Linda.”“I was actually mad at myself. Mostly now at myself. You did what I pushed you to. You did it because I ignore you. I don’t do what we used to do.”“I don’t understand. What we used to do?”“When we were first together. I worked so hard to give you everything you desired. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted you to love me. I wanted you to want me, to desire to be with me. I knew that sexual contentment was a big part of that. I knew that if I didn’t make you feel happy that way, that there’d be no chance of lasting love. Guys need that. They need sex. They need it to feel complete. I forgot that. I forgot because I had your love and I forgot that I needed to return it the way you needed it, not the way I felt like giving it. My empathy failed.”"I don’t understand, Nancy. When we were first together, you were playful, you loved doing all those things, all those ways, all those places. You didn’t like it? You were just, what, faking enjoying it?” I asked with concern and no small amount of hurt welling up in my heart. Had our whole relationship been based on a lie?She rolled off of me, onto her back, next to me. “I didn’t not enjoy it, but I wouldn’t have chosen to do it by myself if you hadn’t asked me to.”“Then why didn’t you say no?” I rolled on my side to look at her face.“I never wanted to say no. I thought it was what was expected. That guys had sex that way. I wanted to be wanted, so I focused on meeting your desires. But I lost that, over the years.”“I’m confused. You had to know not all guys did all that. I mean, I loved what we did. I loved the variety and the newness of every time we did it someplace different, or in a different way, or whatever. But if you didn’t want to, you had to know it wasn’t required.”“Wasn’t it? What has been your complaint for the last twenty years? That we never do anything like that anymore. Kinda sounds required to me.”I rolled facing Nancy; Linda still in her own world, at the foot of the big bed. Nancy rolled onto her side and rested her head so our noses nearly touched, stroking her fingers on my chest. “I’d have never made you do anything you didn’t want to. Not if I knew. Now you’re telling me everything that we did was faked?”“Not faked. Just not, always my choice.” She whispered. “The guy I was with, before you. He was, well, he didn’t believe in sex before marriage, so we didn’t. Not at all. He never even tried to take my bra off or pull down my pants or anything. So, when I started dating you, I did what you wanted, just like I did what he wanted.”“Why did you leave him?”“After two years, I needed more. I needed that physical relationship. I wanted intimacy, and he didn’t seem any closer to asking me to marry him than when we started dating. So, I moved on, or at least I was planning on it. The day you spilled coke all over me? I was out with my best friends, they were trying to convince me that it was time to move on and find someone different. Someone that could make me feel completely different than Jerry did.”“And me dumping a whole cup of soda pop down your shirt was definitely different.”“It wasn’t that. It was how incredibly cute you were, trying to apologize. Three times you almost rubbed your hand down my boobs to wipe the soda that was soaking in, off. I suddenly wanted to feel your hands on me. I wanted to see what it felt like to be physically loved.”“ If you hadn’t asked me to get undressed for you in that park that one night, there wouldn’t be another date. I wasn’t going to go through that again. I could tell you were nervous. I was too. But I wanted to feel your hands on me, and once I did, I didn’t want to stop. I wanted you to touch me and stroke me and make love to me as many times as you wanted. When I realized you liked being teased, liked seeing me in sexy little things, liked it when I played with you in public places, liked it when I let you play with me in those places, well, those are the things I did. I didn’t not like them, but if I had been choosing, I wouldn’t have done a lot of them. Doctor Ruth said a woman can only keep a man if she keeps him satisfied. So I was committed to keeping you satisfied. At least I used to” Nancy was starting to cry again.“After the girls were born, you kinda stopped wanting sex. Why? What did I do wrong?” I wanted to know.“You did nothing wrong. I just didn’t feel like I could do those kinds of things anymore. I didn’t want the girls to get the idea that doing that kind of thing was how you got a man. I know. That’s how I got you. But after a few years I just stopped trying to please you that way. I convinced myself you didn’t seem to need it any more, that you knew how I loved you, even if I didn’t show it physically. I forgot that was how you felt loved. I forgot that all the things that you did that made me feel loved, weren’t the things that made you feel loved. Linda reminded me of that. Seeing you kneeling in front of her, licking her, teasing her cunt, making her climax. It made me realize that I’d messed up. I’d failed to do what a wife should be doing, making her man feel loved and cared for. I suddenly realized that Linda had so easily taken over what had been only mine for so long. Linda hasn't had a man for years, but she wishes that she did.”“If that’s true, why the hell were you two women having sex?”“That’s easy.” Linda said from where she was still laying, now listening to us. “We wanted to. While we were talking we had an overwhelming urge to kiss, which led to touching, which lead to, well you know.” Then Linda added; “You're the one with the cookie, Mike. Like the serpent in Eden, you seduced both of us with one bite of that treat.”“I wouldn’t have thought you were into girl stuff.” I said softly to my wife.“I haven’t, well, before today, I never did. I just couldn’t help myself. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips on me, on my nipples, on my cunny lips. I wanted to feel her making love to me. I don’t know why, but I wanted it so bad.”“Just like I needed to have your cock in my mouth.” Linda interjected. “Just like I want your cock in me so bad right now. I want to feel you pumping it into me until you fill me with your cum.” Linda said, rolling over. “So how about it? Wanna let me ride you until we both come?”“I think I better save it for Nancy,” I answered her, getting a squeeze from Nancy in appreciation.“Well, if you’re not going to fuck me, I have a dildo at home that’s just begging to feel my hot cunt around it.” Linda said as she stood up. “You know, I might not even bother to get dressed. Just put my shoes on and run home naked and get it. Wanna watch me? Wanna see me pumping it in and out of myself?”“It’s sorta chilly out.” I said, avoiding the answer she wanted to hear.She grinned. “Good. It’ll make my nipples nice and hard. You sure you don’t want to come watch me?”“I better not.” I answered quietly. She shrugged and got up. A few moments later we heard the back door open and close, leaving us alone in the house. “What now?”“I don’t know. I have an urge to fuck you under the Christmas tree.” Nancy winked“So why don’t we?” I encouraged her fantasy.“Is that what you want?” Nancy giggled.“That’s the wrong question. The question you should ask, is that what We want?”“Right now, I think it is.” She whispered.“Okay. I don’t know if my cock is up to a third round, but I’m game to try.”“Oh honey, I think I can handle that. You go out there and lay down on the carpet and I’ll be out in a few minutes, and I guarantee that I’ll get you hard.” She said with a soft giggle.I nodded and got off the bed. I didn’t know what she had in mind, but I was willing to let her try whatever she wanted. I grabbed a pillow off the sofa and lay down on the carpet to wait.“I’m back!” Linda said as she walked in through the garage door again, this time holding a large purple translucent cock. “Oh. Waiting for me?” She asked, stepping over to me and squatting down over me. She rolled onto her knees and slid her wet cunt along my flaccid cock. “I’m not even going to need ‘Carlos', am I?” she asked setting the dildo aside.“Linda. I’m waiting for Nancy. I don’t think she’s going to want to see you on my lap. Please don’t make me choose!”She frowned. “I won’t, but I can keep it warm, can’t I?”I rolled my eyes. “If you promise to get right off when Nancy comes out.”“I do.” She answered with a wicked little grin. She began to rock her hips, grinding herself against my cock. She reached for

Listomania continues with part 2 of 2 of our top 10 favorite albums of 2025, featuring special guest Danny Seoane. Albums discussed in this episode:Portugal the Man, "Shish" - 2:32Rosalia, "LUX" - 13:01Geese, "Getting Killed" - 20:09Wednesday, "Bleeds" - 42:39Viagra Boys, "Viagr aboys" - 52:52Great Grandpa, "Patience, Moonbeam" - 1:06:09Clipse, "Let God Sort Them Out" - 1:25:27Honorable Mentions - 1:42:32

Portugal. The Man singer & songwriter John Gourley chats with Trey Elling, during the bands US tour in support of their new album, Shish. Topics include:Making Shish (0:00)Falsetto (8:34)More on Shish (16:36)Living in the Alaskan woods (18:47)Dogsledding (24:05)Fatherhood (29:48)"Feel It Still" (31:58)"Sleep Forever" (41:28)Appreciating what we have (45:05)The Portland Trailblazers (53:28)

Oscar, Victor, Alex, and Jojo talk about the latest Tame Impala tour and making sound financial decisions.... like not saying no to purchasing concert merch!The 4x4 segment includes songs by KISS, Snocaps, DRAIN, and Danny Brown.RIP Ace Frehley This episode's album review is Shish by Portugal. The Man Follow along with the monthly 4x4 picks by Liking the YCT Playlist on Spotify & subscribing to the podcast. Listen to all of the music discussed on the latest episode of the show here: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5jnLdjJ3HBzETWPdHKWHpqYou can also listen to the YCT Playlist on Apple Music: https://apple.co/39CwlaCCheck out our weekly Spotify playlist, I Made This For You, updated on Fridays and featuring our favorite songs released during the current week.IMTFY playlist:- Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/playlist/i-made-this-for-you/pl.u-2aoqL3qCDvDB1- Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/47zdwKFNfoYpJfQxRtXWIS?si=8654e038a0314143

Portugal. The Man is out with a new album called SHISH. Emily Fox caught up with the band’s singer, songwriter and founder, John Gourley at Seattle’s Showbox SoDo to hear how his off-the-grid childhood in Alaska as well as his daughter’s genetic conduction influenced the album. “My mom and dad both became Iditarod mushers and finishers, and it took us off grid. We didn’t have power until I was 16, 17,” Gourley said.Support the show: https://www.kexp.org/sound/See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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Hello Listeners!In this episode, we had the opportunity to have a conversation with Portugal. The ManPortugal. The Man is an American rock band that originated in Wasilla, Alaska, but is now based in Portland, Oregon. Known for their eclectic genre blend, the band has evolved from their roots in experimentaland indie rock to incorporate more accessible psychedelic pop elements. Portugal. The Man was founded by John Gourley and Zach Carothers following the dissolution of their previous band, Anatomy of a Ghost. From the start, Portugal. The Man was known for a strong work ethic, consistently releasing albums and touring extensively in their early years. Portugal. The Man soared to new heights in 2017 with the release of their now RIAA-certified Platinum album, Woodstock. The album was marked by the astounding success of their infectious single, “Feel It Still,” which earned the group a GRAMMY for “Best Pop Duo/Group Performance,” a 7x RIAA Platinum certification, a record setting 20-week residency at #1 on alternative radio, and an inescapable presence on the Top 40 airwaves. Portugal. The Man release new album "SHISH", out November 7 via KNIK, the band's imprint on Thirty Tigers. On the new tracks, Gourley shares, “‘Mush' is survival, connection, and ambition. SHISH finds Portugal.The Man on the edge of discovery. Earlier this summer, Portugal. The Man announced their upcoming ‘Denali' Headline Tour slated for this fall. The tour will kick off on November 6th in Portland and will make stops in Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Chicago, Toronto, Boston, New York, D.C., and wrap up with a final show in Austin.Listen full episode on Bingkai Suara and don't forget to follow our podcast on any podcast platforms, our Instagram Bingkai Karya, and stay updated with our recent news on www.bingkaikarya.com

Today's Song of the Day is “Tanana” from Portugal. The Man's album SHISH, out November 7.Portugal. The Man will be performing at First Avenue on Friday, November 21.

What is the environmental impact of respiratory illness? Find out in this episode of the EMJ GOLD podcast, where Shish Patel, Medical Director, Chiesi UK, joins Isabel to discuss the rising burden of COPD and the impact of respiratory care on the planet.  Together, the two explore the diagnostic gap in COPD, improving the experience of people living with the disease, balancing health innovation with climate concerns and much more.   A little more on EMJ GOLD's guest…  Shish Patel trained as a pharmacist and has worked in the pharmaceutical industry for over 30 years. Currently, he serves as Medical Director at Chiesi UK and Ireland, and he has held senior positions within medical and scientific functions at both affiliate and global level throughout his career. In addition to his significant time at Chiesi, Shish has held positions at GSK and Sanofi. Shish also holds key industry board positions including at the Prescription Medicines Code of Practice Authority and the ABPI.   

Greg and Dan discuss the 58th annual Shish-ka-bob Festival with Carl Reynolds and Crystal Williams. The festival brings the community together to celebrate the love of the community and to help take care of the people in Lebanon and the other communities surrounding Peoria. Their family dates back to Peoria since the 1890's and their festival includes celebrating Lebanese culture with primarily their shish-ka-bobs, but also with live music, other foods, and games. Fun for everyone! Taking place on Sunday June 29th, from 11-6 on Farmington Rd in Peoria!See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Nancy Pledges her passionate best for Mike.Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.I sat on the sofa staring out the back window and across the yard, wondering what they were talking about. A few minutes turned into half an hour, which turned into almost an hour. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I snuck down the hall as quietly as I could. I stopped at the door and listened, hoping to hear their conversation. But conversation was not what I heard. What I heard was soft gentle moaning. Two different sounds of moaning. I shook my head in confusion and pushed the door open silently, moving it ever so slowly so that the hinge, which occasionally squeaks, wouldn't. I peeked around the door to the bed and stood there, staring.No wonder I didn't hear them talking. Linda was laying on the bed, as naked as she had been in the kitchen, with her feet on my pillow, her knees pushed wide. My wife on top, held herself on her hands and knees, equally naked, with her head between Linda's legs, licking her cunt, while moaning in pleasure at Linda's attentions to hers.I stepped into the room and neither seemed to notice me at all. I watched the two of them making out, licking each other, driving the other toward climax. Was this why Nancy wasn't interested in sex with me any longer? Was she getting it from Linda instead? I hadn't ever known her to be interested in other women, at least not in that way. But it was hard to deny what I was seeing. It didn't take my body long to respond to what I was seeing, my cock soon standing hard and rigid. Pointing up over the horizon, like an artillery cannon barrel.No, if she was getting it from Linda, I was damn well going to make sure she understood what she was giving up. I stepped to the end of the bed, looking at my wife's ass and cunt, held in the air by her knees, while Linda licked and played with her swollen clit. Linda saw me and smiled. She moved her hand from my wife's ass and reached for my cock. She pulled me in toward her, pulling my engorged head toward both her mouth and my wife's cunt. She aimed me right to my wife's sopping wet lips and then used her other hand to reach around my ass and coaxed me into the ‘docking portal'. She'd stopped licking my wife and rubbed my engorged head up and down Nancy's slit, wetting my mushroom with my wife's juices.I reached for my wife's hips, making her jump slightly as she felt my big firm hands on her. She stiffened, almost as if she were going to refuse me, and then her stiffness faded as Linda rubbed my head around her lips a little harder, working it between her lips and into the entrance of her depths. My wife wiggled her hips side to side, much like she used to when she was inviting me to fuck her hot hole. I pushed toward her, forcing my engorged head slowly into her, spreading her hot wet vagina as I slipped ever so slowly into her."Oh, fuck yes." Nancy moaned as I pushed my way deeper into her. "That's it honey. Fuck me. Make me come around your fat cock!" She lowered her head to Linda's cunt again and I heard her muffled moan as I started to stroke slowly in and out of her.Every stroke brought my balls across Linda's face, slapping her eyebrows slightly. In and out I started to thrust, my cock stroking its full length in and out of her. Linda wrapped her left hand around my ass cheek and  hooked her other hand around Nancy's thigh. Linda was now conducting the symphony movement of our love anthem. Linda's middle finger pressed my anus tightly and eventually entered just inside my sphincter.I felt Nancy's already excited cunt start to spasm when I'd barely started stroking, Linda having apparently gotten her already very close to climax. I knew I was still quite a ways from my own climax as I held her hips and kept thrusting, pushing in and out so that my cock teased her insides from the entrance all the way to the end of her tunnel.Nancy always said that my thick shaft felt so much bigger when I fucked her from behind. I wanted her to enjoy it. I wanted her to feel my cock making her climax. I wanted her to remember how good it felt that first time, that time laying on the picnic table, feeling a cock slide into her for the first time. I wanted her to enjoy it like she did then, coming so hard to my stroking cock that her body surprised both of us and pumped her juices out all over my stomach and crotch. I wanted her to climax that hard again."Oh fuck!" she squeaked as she pulled her face from Linda's cunt. "Oh fuck me, lover. God you feel so good. Come for me. Fill me up with your cum. Oh God! Yes! That's it. Fuck me!" She hadn't been all that vocal for years, and hearing her talk like a vulgar whore, begging me to fuck and fill her; pushed all the right buttons at the right time. While my mind was still imagining that it was that first time again, feeling her for the first time, I held her hips and drove harder into her, rocking the entire bed as I pumped in and out of her with abandon.My body raced toward climax as I thrust myself deep into my wife, a feeling of elation and desire all mixed together running through my body. I was so close, I wanted to come, I wanted to fill her cunt with my cum, I wanted her to keep climaxing as long as I could make her. I kept thrusting, trying to keep holding her climax at its peak as long as I could. I felt a hand on my ass, moving with me, coaxing me harder into my wife.I looked down past my thrusting cock at Linda's face, grinning up at me, waiting, coaxing. In a moment of clear realization I knew what she wanted."Oh Fuck!" I grunted loudly as my body spasmed. I could feel my cock pumping shot after shot of cum into my wife's spasming cunt, filling her, feeling her climax still squeezing and milking me, like I hadn't felt for oh so many years. I stood there, my knees leaning against the mattress, panting, listening to my wife moan and pant herself, my cum still leaking into her as my cock twitched occasionally."Oh God, yes. So good." She moaned softly, laying her head between Linda's legs again, but not to lick her any longer. Linda released her hold on my ass and instead hooked her index finger around the base of my cock. She coaxed me back, backing me out of my wife slowly. My now softening tallywhacker slipped from Nancy's reddened, swollen cunt lips, and dropped onto Linda's face.Linda tiled her head back and opened her mouth. I slid inside Linda's waiting mouth and she sucked my shrinking cock for only a few seconds before gently pushing me further back. I knew why, though I was surprised that she'd want to.I stood, my cock almost dripping the remaining cum in Linda's face, holding my wife's ass cheeks for balance. I watched Linda lick the cum oozing from my wife's gaping cunt, my white cream leaking from her and dripping down off her twat lips into Linda's mouth."Tastes just like that cookie." Linda moaned softly. "I swear that was cum flavored icing.""I kinda thought it tasted like Nancy's cunt." I panted as I moved onto the bed and flopped onto my back, momentarily exhausted.I lay there, trying to catch my breath, listening to Linda lick my wife, sending occasional shudders through her body. Nancy finally had all she could take and shifted off Linda and over onto me, laying down on me. She lay flat on me, her tits smashed to my chest, her face inches from mine. Without a word she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me. Hesitantly at first, and then with growing urgency. She held my face and kissed and sucked my lips, almost as if she were afraid I was going to not be there.Linda rolled onto her side, facing away from us, then resumed her own masterbations, stroking her cunt with two fingers, while her other hand fondled her aroused nipples. Linda was a moaner.Finally, after what had to be at least five minutes, both Nancy and I panting breathlessly, she softened and then stopped her kisses. "I'm sorry love." She whispered into my ear as she laid her cheek beside mine."For what?" I whispered back."For not realizing what I was doing to you. For almost losing you. I never meant for it to happen. I should have known. I should have heard you. You said it, I know you did. Even Linda heard you. But I was too busy with my own feelings that I didn't listen to you. I don't want to lose you. I don't want you to have to find it someplace else. I don't want you to walk out of my life. I don't want anyone but you, but I have to, I need to, I, I.""Shush." I whispered, pressing her chest into me, holding her face next to mine. "I don't want to lose you either. You're the love of my life. Why would I leave you?""Because I forgot. I forgot how it was. I laid here, crying, feeling sorry for myself that Linda could coax you into sex so easily. I thought that you didn't care anymore or want me anymore. But she told me. She said she's seen me reject your advances too many times, that you had to think that I didn't want you anymore. Nothing could be farther from the truth. It's just, It's. I don't know how to explain. But I was wrong. I should have listened. I should have seen the signs. Please don't leave me." She practically begged me before she started crying, her tears running down her face and my cheek as well, where we were pressed together."I'm not leaving. Shish. I'm still here," I whispered back, stroking her back and ass."Promise?""Oh lover. You know I can't live without you.""I used to think that. I used to think that I never had to worry. I used to think you were mine forever, and, well, I watched you pleasuring her, right there, right in front of me, right in our own kitchen. I, I was scared. I was afraid that I was going to lose you. I was mad. I was mad at you, I was mad at Linda.”“I was actually mad at myself. Mostly now at myself. You did what I pushed you to. You did it because I ignore you. I don't do what we used to do.""I don't understand. What we used to do?""When we were first together. I worked so hard to give you everything you desired. I wanted you to be happy. I wanted you to love me. I wanted you to want me, to desire to be with me. I knew that sexual contentment was a big part of that. I knew that if I didn't make you feel happy that way, that there'd be no chance of lasting love. Guys need that. They need sex. They need it to feel complete. I forgot that. I forgot because I had your love and I forgot that I needed to return it the way you needed it, not the way I felt like giving it. My empathy failed.”"I don't understand, Nancy. When we were first together, you were playful, you loved doing all those things, all those ways, all those places. You didn't like it? You were just, what, faking enjoying it?" I asked with concern and no small amount of hurt welling up in my heart. Had our whole relationship been based on a lie?She rolled off of me, onto her back, next to me. "I didn't not enjoy it, but I wouldn't have chosen to do it by myself if you hadn't asked me to.""Then why didn't you say no?" I rolled on my side to look at her face."I never wanted to say no. I thought it was what was expected. That guys had sex that way. I wanted to be wanted, so I focused on meeting your desires. But I lost that, over the years.""I'm confused. You had to know not all guys did all that. I mean, I loved what we did. I loved the variety and the newness of every time we did it someplace different, or in a different way, or whatever. But if you didn't want to, you had to know it wasn't required.""Wasn't it? What has been your complaint for the last twenty years? That we never do anything like that anymore. Kinda sounds required to me."I rolled facing Nancy; Linda still in her own world, at the foot of the big bed. Nancy rolled onto her side and rested her head so our noses nearly touched, stroking her fingers on my chest. "I'd have never made you do anything you didn't want to. Not if I knew. Now you're telling me everything that we did was faked?""Not faked. Just not, always my choice." She whispered. "The guy I was with, before you. He was, well, he didn't believe in sex before marriage, so we didn't. Not at all. He never even tried to take my bra off or pull down my pants or anything. So, when I started dating you, I did what you wanted, just like I did what he wanted.""Why did you leave him?""After two years, I needed more. I needed that physical relationship. I wanted intimacy, and he didn't seem any closer to asking me to marry him than when we started dating. So, I moved on, or at least I was planning on it. The day you spilled coke all over me? I was out with my best friends, they were trying to convince me that it was time to move on and find someone different. Someone that could make me feel completely different than Jerry did.""And me dumping a whole cup of soda pop down your shirt was definitely different.""It wasn't that. It was how incredibly cute you were, trying to apologize. Three times you almost rubbed your hand down my boobs to wipe the soda that was soaking in, off. I suddenly wanted to feel your hands on me. I wanted to see what it felt like to be physically loved.”“ If you hadn't asked me to get undressed for you in that park that one night, there wouldn't be another date. I wasn't going to go through that again. I could tell you were nervous. I was too. But I wanted to feel your hands on me, and once I did, I didn't want to stop. I wanted you to touch me and stroke me and make love to me as many times as you wanted. When I realized you liked being teased, liked seeing me in sexy little things, liked it when I played with you in public places, liked it when I let you play with me in those places, well, those are the things I did. I didn't not like them, but if I had been choosing, I wouldn't have done a lot of them. Doctor Ruth said a woman can only keep a man if she keeps him satisfied. So I was committed to keeping you satisfied. At least I used to" Nancy was starting to cry again."After the girls were born, you kinda stopped wanting sex. Why? What did I do wrong?" I wanted to know."You did nothing wrong. I just didn't feel like I could do those kinds of things anymore. I didn't want the girls to get the idea that doing that kind of thing was how you got a man. I know. That's how I got you. But after a few years I just stopped trying to please you that way. I convinced myself you didn't seem to need it any more, that you knew how I loved you, even if I didn't show it physically. I forgot that was how you felt loved. I forgot that all the things that you did that made me feel loved, weren't the things that made you feel loved. Linda reminded me of that. Seeing you kneeling in front of her, licking her, teasing her cunt, making her climax. It made me realize that I'd messed up. I'd failed to do what a wife should be doing, making her man feel loved and cared for. I suddenly realized that Linda had so easily taken over what had been only mine for so long. Linda hasn't had a man for years, but she wishes that she did.""If that's true, why the hell were you two women having sex?""That's easy." Linda said from where she was still laying, now listening to us. "We wanted to. While we were talking we had an overwhelming urge to kiss, which led to touching, which lead to, well you know." Then Linda added; “You're the one with the cookie, Mike. Like the serpent in Eden, you seduced both of us with one bite of that treat.”"I wouldn't have thought you were into girl stuff." I said softly to my wife."I haven't, well, before today, I never did. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to feel her lips on me, on my nipples, on my cunny lips. I wanted to feel her making love to me. I don't know why, but I wanted it so bad.""Just like I needed to have your cock in my mouth.” Linda interjected. “Just like I want your cock in me so bad right now. I want to feel you pumping it into me until you fill me with your cum." Linda said, rolling over. "So how about it? Wanna let me ride you until we both come?""I think I better save it for Nancy," I answered her, getting a squeeze from Nancy in appreciation."Well, if you're not going to fuck me, I have a dildo at home that's just begging to feel my hot cunt around it." Linda said as she stood up. "You know, I might not even bother to get dressed. Just put my shoes on and run home naked and get it. Wanna watch me? Wanna see me pumping it in and out of myself?""It's sorta chilly out." I said, avoiding the answer she wanted to hear.She grinned. "Good. It'll make my nipples nice and hard. You sure you don't want to come watch me?""I better not." I answered quietly. She shrugged and got up. A few moments later we heard the back door open and close, leaving us alone in the house. "What now?""I don't know. I have an urge to fuck you under the Christmas tree." Nancy winked"So why don't we?" I encouraged her fantasy."Is that what you want?" Nancy giggled."That's the wrong question. The question you should ask, is that what We want?""Right now, I think it is." She whispered."Okay. I don't know if my cock is up to a third round, but I'm game to try.""Oh honey, I think I can handle that. You go out there and lay down on the carpet and I'll be out in a few minutes, and I guarantee that I'll get you hard." She said with a soft giggle.I nodded and got off the bed. I didn't know what she had in mind, but I was willing to let her try whatever she wanted. I grabbed a pillow off the sofa and lay down on the carpet to wait."I'm back!" Linda said as she walked in through the garage door again, this time holding a large purple translucent cock. "Oh. Waiting for me?" She asked, stepping over to me and squatting down over me. She rolled onto her knees and slid her wet cunt along my flaccid cock. "I'm not even going to need ‘Carlos', am I?" she asked setting the dildo aside."Linda. I'm waiting for Nancy. I don't think she's going to want to see you on my lap. Please don't make me choose!"She frowned. "I won't, but I can keep it warm, can't I?"I rolled my eyes. "If you promise to get right off when Nancy comes out.""I do." She answered with a wicked little grin. She began to rock her hips, grinding herself against my cock. She reached for my hands and pulled them up to her tits, cupping each one with my hands. "I know how you like natural tits." She whispered."How do you know how much I like tits?""Seriously? You think I haven't ever noticed how you look at my boobs when I'm wearing a skimpy shirt or a swim suit? God you can't keep your eyes off boobs.""Guilty as charged I guess." I answered, squeezing her soft tits. They weren't nearly as large as Nancy's but they were a nice comfortable handful."I didn't think I had to be that quick." Nancy said from the hallway.Linda looked back at her and then moved up off me. "I was just keeping him warm for you."

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A friendly tennis game leads to a different kind of ball play. By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. New Year's resolutions weren't usually Martin's thing. He had enough experience to know that people's good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something. 2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer. At least he had been able to bury her, something which wouldn't have even been several months previously. But late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape.At least Covid provided the excuse not to visit family at Christmas time. He couldn't have faced being with people who he had enjoyed with Jenny alongside him. Instead he sat alone in his emptiness over Christmas. But by New Year he knew he had to make some changes to try to escape the introspection and despondency which were quickly becoming too comforting a companion. Tennis was always something which Martin had enjoyed as a teenager. Nothing too competitive - just hitting a ball with friends in the park. So, on New Year's Day, when he saw that his local tennis center was running Cardio Tennis classes, he decided to sign up. Almost immediately, he regretted it and almost cancelled the booking. He felt nervous about venturing into a new social setting. But he knew the booking was non-refundable and, not being one to waste money, he instead tried to put it out of his mind until the date of the Monday evening class. When it came to it, he was glad he hadn't backed out. The evening was much more fun than he had imagined it would be. Dan, the tennis professional running the course, was good humoured and put everyone at ease, no matter what their skill level was. And the other seven people doing the course seemed ok too. The hour-long class consisted of a combination of tennis drills and cardio workouts, culminating in 20 minutes of playing King of the Court against each other with the ‘punishment' of star jumps or burpees for those losing the point. By the time the following Monday came around Martin was surprised how much he was looking forward to going. As the weeks passed, the Cardio Tennis classes quickly became the highlight of Martin's week. Dan kept things moving and mixed up the drills to keep things interesting. And the rapport between the others taking the class began to grow too. King of the Court was always the highlight of the evening and, although it never got too intense or competitive, there was an increasing level of good natured teasing and banter which took place between everyone. Martin found himself especially enjoying points against Lori, a slim attractive woman in her mid 40's with a sharp sense of humour and quite the competitive streak. Lori was clearly someone who had kept her fitness levels high which was some advantage in points against Martin, but he had always had good hand/eye coordination so the competition between them was fairly even. Lori would often playfully tease Martin when they faced each other saying 'Come on old man, let's see what you've got!' which might have offended him had others said it - especially as he was only 5 or 6 years older than she was. But coming from Lori it just had the effect of making him all the more determined to win the points. Each Monday Martin would look forward to the evening class, but increasingly he realized that he was looking forward to being around Lori as much as anything else. He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh and put him at ease. But he soon realized to his surprise that there was something else stirring in him. A physical attraction which was hardly noticeable at first, dulled by months of grief and solitude, but which was slowly awakening as Spring began to bud. Lori was certainly an attractive woman, although she wasn't what Martin would have previously called his type. Jenny had been a tall, fulsome woman, with a curvaceous figure and full rounded breasts which Martin used to delight in getting lost in when they made love. But Lori was tiny, slim and her breasts were barely noticeable in her tennis shirt. Yet it wasn't Lori's breasts which grabbed Martin's attention on the 5th week of class. Dan had asked everyone to get in line to play three tennis shots - one from the baseline, followed by a volley and an overhead. Then each person was to run around the court and get in line again. Martin found himself standing in line behind Lori, who this week was wearing tight black yoga pants. After he had played his shots and was running around the court his eyes fixed themselves on Lori's ass as she ran in front of him. It was surprisingly full for her slim frame and even though his heart was pounding from the cardio workout Martin felt it leap as he contemplated her figure. They got round the court and were soon playing their shots again before heading out on their second lap. Again Martin's eyes were drawn to Lori's seductive buttocks as they moved delightfully as she ran in front of him. Her yoga pants were smooth over her thighs and ass and there was no sign that she was wearing any kind of underwear which made Martin's heart race even more and he even felt a slight stirring lower down - something which he hadn't experienced in a long time. As the class went on Dan couldn't shake the image of Lori's ass from his mind. During the next exercise he tried to position himself behind her again but was frustrated when Judy, a silver haired lady in her 60's, slotted in between them, obscuring his view. He cursed his luck. Toward the end of the evening, during King of the Court, Martin again found that his mind wasn't on his usual banter with Lori, but had strayed elsewhere. Lori had always been pretty vocal when she had hit the tennis ball - something which wasn't uncommon with women tennis players who grunted through the exertion of playing a point. But Lori was more of a shrieker than a grunter, emitting a high pitched cry especially when stretching for a shot. Martin hadn't paid too much attention to it until this week, but now he found himself wondering whether Lori's shrieking was just for the court or whether she was vocal during sex too. Each vocal utterance took Martin's mind to Lori's bedroom as he imagined her in the throes of ecstasy with a lover. “What the hell is going on?” Martin thought to himself. “I'm thinking like an 18 year old teenage boy!” He was painfully aware that the stirring in his groin was also reminiscent of those teenage days and he knew that he would have to master his thoughts before he found himself in a very embarrassing situation in front of the others in the class. Fortunately, the evening was just about through and he was able to gain control of his imagination before things got out of hand. Soon the class came to a close and everyone began to filter out to their vehicles. “Hey old man - fancy a game later in the week?” The voice pierced Martin's thoughts and he turned round to see Lori standing behind him, a big grin on her face. Martin's thoughts raced. A one on one game with Lori? If the state of his mind was anything like it had been today it would be hard for him to keep any kind of control - of the ball or anything else for that matter! But he also knew he wanted to spend more time with her which made the risk worth taking. “Erm, sure. What day?” “How about Thursday? I have some time during the evening if that will work for you - say around 7p.m.?” “It's a date,” Martin said. “I mean…not a date…just er…well you know what I mean,” his face reddening. Lori flashed her smile and giggled. “Yeah I know what you mean. I should be so lucky.” And with that she turned toward her vehicle. “See you on Thursday!” she called as she walked away. Martin turned and walked to his car and sat there, the engine still turned off, hardly believing what had just happened. In one sense nothing at all had happened. Lori had just arranged a tennis game with him. But his mind was racing away from him. What did she mean by “I should be so lucky?” Was she attracted to him? Or was it another one of her jokes? Martin turned the key in the engine and began the 10 minute drive home. His mind replayed the conversation, and then the images of Lori's seductive ass mingled with her shrieks. As he finally allowed himself full rein to reimagine Lori's toned body, Martin's cock began to stir once again. This time there was no need for him to try to control it for the sake of decorum. Yet Martin's growing excitement was tempered by a nagging sense of guilt. Jenny, the only lover he had ever had, had only just passed and yet here he was - his mind and body yearning for another. Surely he shouldn't be having these thoughts. Yet they wouldn't disperse. Rather than reminiscing about tender times with his wife, instead he was picturing Lori pulling down her yoga pants at home right now, imagining her smooth firm white bottom emerging from the black material. By the time he was half way home Martin's cock was standing to full attention, his tennis shorts tented as it strained against them. And still he played out the scene in his mind. He imagined Lori laying down on her bed. Her feet clamped together. Her knees splayed apart forming a diamond shape. He pictured her hand move down to the crest of the jewel parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers. He saw the glistening of her juices on her fingers as she began to rub her clit - slowly at first but soon picking up speed as her urgency increased. And as her whole mind and body was overwhelmed by her orgasm he envisaged her convulsing with pleasure and screaming with joy. Martin realized that he was almost home, although he couldn't remember any of his journey. His left hand had strayed down to his cock and had been stroking and pulling on its head through his shorts. Martin's fingers felt the sticky wetness of his pleasure which had seeped through his light gray shorts and as he looked down he saw a dark patch of his pre-emission bleeding through the material. As his hand moved slowly up and down, desperate for these exquisite sensations to continue, Martin's foot increased the pressure on the accelerator in an attempt to make sure he made it home before his orgasm overtook him on the journey. Martin pulled into the driveway and quickly walked toward his front door - his tennis bag held close against his body lest anyone should see his lack of decorum. He opened the door, threw the bag on the floor, ignored the eager greeting of his golden retriever and dashed upstairs. His entire mind and body was now set on one thing only. He needed release - needed to feel the rush of pleasure coursing through his body. He needed to come. Martin threw himself on the bed and yanked his shorts down to his ankles, his hand eagerly grabbing his fully erect cock. Now was not the time for teasing - the journey had dealt with that. He dragged his hand across the head of his shaft, smearing the creamy bubbly juices which had seeped out during the journey all over the top portion of his cock. Then he began milking his hand quickly up and down - imagining he was pumping it deep into Lori's pussy. Feeling her velvet walls encase him. He immediately felt his orgasm begin to build at the base of his cock, his balls tightening as his breathing shortened. He needed to come. He wanted to come. He was going to come. It only took a few more seconds for the sensations to deepen and spread upward. His balls and anus tightened as he reached the point of no return. Guttural sounds of pleasure began to escape his throat as his whole being was consumed with the heightening sensations. The pleasure was so great that he almost wanted to stay there - to prolong the moment of release. Martin's hand slowed almost to a stop. His thumb and index finger lightly teased the tip of his cock. But even that could not hold back the huge tidal surge which had been building and now was about to break. He was coming. Martin's body convulsed and the first shot of cum flew through the air and landed on his forehead, the second quickly following and hitting his neck just under the chin. He gasped as each wave of pleasure washed over him - his body quaking with each convulsion. Chemicals raced through his brain - intense pleasure that almost verged on pain as he felt his head throb with each surge. Finally the intensity of the sensations began to subside. Martin lay there, completely spent, in his state of semi-undress trying to come to terms with what had overcome him. Every so often his cock twitched again as several aftershocks shook his body. Eventually he stood, walked into his en-suite and turned on the shower. Thursday couldn't come quick enough. As the evening of his game with Lori grew closer, Martin knew that it was going to take every fibre of his mental strength to stay focused on the game. When he arrived at the tennis center he headed straight for the court and pushing back the heavy vinyl backdrop curtain he saw that Lori had already arrived and was stretching at the side of the net. She was wearing a pure white top and a light blue silky tennis skirt which showed off her slender legs from just above the knees. As she stretched forward the skirt slowly dragged itself upwards showing off a few more inches of her tantalizing white thigh. Lori's long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which draped down her back topped by a white cap. As Martin came through the curtain onto the court she turned toward him and flashed him a smile. “Hey old man! I'm glad you made it. It wouldn't have been as much fun playing with myself.” Did she giggle slightly at the innuendo Martin wondered? Was it deliberate? Had she been planning her introduction? Or was he just being dirty minded? Martin chastised himself for his thoughts. She's probably saying it in complete innocence, he reasoned. His musings were broken into by Lori's perky voice… “Come on - let's play!” She handed him two tennis balls and tucked the third under the pleat of her tennis skirt into what Martin could only imagine were panties sewn into her skirt. Martin and Lori took their positions at either side of the net and began hitting the balls to each other as they warmed up. As they did so they chatted about how their week had been going. Just normal, everyday conversation. Martin began to convince himself that it was clearly only he who was reading anything more into this than a friendly game of tennis. By the time they began to play some competitive points Martin had fully persuaded himself that Lori's request to play him was purely for the sake of fitness and exercise. Now that they were playing seriously the conversation had petered out apart from when calling the balls out of court and keeping score. At one point in the game when Martin was serving, Lori asked “Do you have any balls?” Martin quickly replied “Yes, I've got two here in my shorts. Can't you tell?” He immediately felt embarrassed at his teenage humour, but Lori grinned and said, “Come on then - get them out. Don't keep me waiting.” Martin wondered whether she was playing along with the innuendo or simply responding to the conversation in a far more innocent way than he was. The game turned out to be pretty even and as the hour court time was coming to a close each of them seemed to be putting in more effort to try to win the match. Lori's shrieking grew in its loudness and frequency which only served to distract Martin from his game, his mind once again imagining an entirely different context. Whether it was this lapse in mental strength or simply her greater stamina, Lori closed the set out just as the hour came to a close. “Great game, and well played,” Martin congratulated Lori as they approached the bench at the side of the court where they had each left their bags. “Thanks, I enjoyed it a lot,” Lori smiled back. “I'd love to play with you again soon.” “I'd like that too,” Martin replied and as he spoke he felt his cock twitch as his mind immediately leapt to picturing her playing with his balls rather than tennis balls. “Got much else planned for this evening?” Lori asked. “We could go for a drink. Beats watching TV alone.” “Sure - I'd like that. But don't you have a husband or partner waiting for you…or a…someone?” Martin winced at his awkwardness. He realized that after over a quarter of a century of marriage he had no idea how to handle these sorts of situations. Lori chuckled. “Nope. No husband. Or wife. Or any other sort of lover. Well…not the human kind anyway!” Martin felt his face turning red but at the same time the stirring in his groin increased at Lori's sudden candour. Without any warning an image of Lori holding a vibrator against her pussy while spreadeagled on her bed popped up into his mind. Martin quickly tried to push back down - he wasn't in the privacy of his car now. Control yourself man, he thought as he felt his cock begin to engorge with blood. “Ok, well er, let's have a drink then. Where do you want to go?” Martin could feel his heart beginning to race with the anticipation of spending more of the evening with Lori, coupled with the lingering image which had entered his mind. “To be honest, I'm not really dressed for a bar. I came out like this ready for tennis,” Lori mused. Why don't you come back to my place? It's just 5 minutes away. I have a nice bottle of Toscana, if you like red wine.“ "Sure…I'd love to,” Martin said, his heart beating even faster now despite the game being over some time ago. “Great. Well just follow me. Won't take long.” As Martin followed Lori's white Subaru Impreza his whole body seemed on fire with excitement. He felt like he could hardly breathe. What was happening? He even wondered whether he was having some kind of heart attack. He tried to convince himself that he had only been invited back for a drink. But he couldn't shake the thought that there could be more. It was years since he had felt like this. Life with Jenny had been wonderful and their lovemaking had been tender, yet had long ago settled into a comfortable predictability. But this was altogether something new. Martin's hands were shaking on the wheel as his body shivered in anticipation. Suddenly they turned a corner and Lori pulled her car into the driveway of a detached house. In a semi-dazed state he pulled up beside hers, walked up to the door and followed her inside. Martin immediately noticed that Lori's home was immaculately presented - almost like it was staged for an impending sale. The furniture was sharp and clean. There was no clutter on any of the surfaces, only ornaments and beautifully designed wooden sculptures. It was very much controlled. Together. Just as Lori seemed to be. Martin wondered whether she was always like that. Was there a wilder, uncontrolled side to her? He longed to find out. “Sit down on the couch. Make yourself at home.” Lori pulled one of many bottles out of a wine rack built into the wall and took two long stemmed glasses from a cabinet. Martin sat nervously, positioning himself awkwardly on the front edge of the white leather couch. Lori sat next to him. He felt her knee rest against his leg and his stomach began to do somersaults. Martin felt beads of sweat begin to form on his brow and his jaw began to clench as adrenaline began to course through his body. “Come on old man - relax. You look like you're afraid I'm about to eat you!” Martin laughed nervously. “Sorry. I am a little on edge. It's so long since I've done this. I mean…having a drink with someone other than my wife. I feel like I don't know what to do.” “It's ok.” Lori said reassuringly. “I understand. How long has it been since your wife passed?” “Almost four months. I've been so lonely.” Martin was taken back by the emotion which suddenly came through as he spoke, as well as the honesty about his deep sadness which he had generally managed to suppress so well when speaking to others. “I know. I know. It must have been so difficult for you.” Lori's words were soothing as she moved her left arm round over his shoulder and pulled his head toward hers. He felt her hand begin to stroke his hair as his head rested on the top of her shoulder. Martin felt a surge of warmth and comfort rush through his body at her tender touch. But at the same time experienced a surge of excitement as his cock began to swell - not for the first time that day. A cocktail of emotions overwhelmed him. Comfort. Shame. Embarrassment. But more than anything else, excitement. The physical touch of a woman after so many months was warm and intoxicating and even in his vulnerable and awkward state he didn't want it to end. Martin's cock was now fully erect and he was sure Lori would notice it. How would she respond? He glanced sideways at her and sure enough her widening eyes were fixed on the stirrings in his shorts, even as she continued to stroke his head and neck. “I'm sorry…” he stuttered. “I'm not sure what's going on. I just… I don't mean to…” “Shish,” Lori whispered in his ear and as she did a tingle shot down through Martin's neck and spine. “It's ok. I'll take it as a compliment.” “I don't want you to feel uncomfortable though,” Martin stuttered. “Do I look uncomfortable?” Lori asked, pulling her body slightly away from his and looking him in directly in the eyes. Lori's left hand moved to Martin's face so that now it was cradled in her hands. Her fingers began to gently rake through Martin's hair sending shivers of excitement through him. Her nails sent myriads of neurons firing in his brain. And then she kissed him. Gently and tenderly at first. Her lips felt so warm and soft and Martin's mouth automatically moved in response and his right hand moved to the back of her head pulling her closer. All manner of emotions were racing through his mind and body but sheer physical pleasure quickly became the dominant one as their kissing became more firm and adventurous. Martin's tongue probed Lori's mouth and a deep moan came from her throat as his tongue began to explore her sweetness. He sensed Lori's control and composure was giving way to something much less restrained. More primal. Quickly and without any warning Lori pushed Martin's body so that he fell back on the couch. Before he had a chance to gain any control she swung her left leg over his body and straddled him. Martin felt his tented cock pressing up under Lori's clean tennis skirt against her panties. He immediately felt heat emanating from her pussy lips which were parting around his cock, through the thin material. She groaned loudly. Gutturally. All sense of decorum and tenderness had disappeared. Raw passion had taken over. Martin's shaft pressed hard against her as he lifted his ass off the couch to press against her delicious body. Lori pulled her mouth away from his and smiled. Yet behind her eyes Martin could see that a fire had been kindled and was growing stronger by the second. Lori ran the fingers of both hands down his shirt and then, in one motion tore it off his body. Martin's breathing deepened as he gazed up at her. He wanted to respond by removing Lori's top but before he could move she had ripped it off herself. Martin gasped as he saw her nipples for the first time - standing erect on her small but perfectly symmetrical breasts. Their deep rouge colour stood out in contrast to her pale skinned chest. He bent upward and engulfed her left nipple in his mouth, his mouth sucking as his tongue flicked over it. “Oh fuck! Fuck!” Lori gasped. Martin had never heard Lori swear before but it only served to fuel his desire for her. Jenny had never used dirty talk with him when they made love. But this wasn't making love. This was sex. This was fucking. And he was beginning to love it. As Martin pulled back his mouth, Lori's long firm nipple made a delightful popping sound as it emerged. Martin quickly moved to suckle her right breast and as he did he could feel Lori's thighs and ass begin to thrust urgently against his hard cock. At each thrust Lori's groans and moans increased in their pitch and loudness - her head arched back in ecstasy as she continued to dry hump him. Martin's hands moved to her ass and he pulled her harder against his cock. Lori's body began to move even faster and Martin felt the pleasure beginning to build and spread throughout his cock. At first he felt the sensation in his tight balls, but with each loud thrust against him he felt his cum building up his hard shaft. He wanted to express how he was feeling. He had a strong desire to talk dirty to Lori. But he still had some inhibitions remaining, even though he sensed they wouldn't stay for long. Lori however, had no such restraint now. She was wild with excitement and it showed in her entire being. “Oh fuck Martin. That feels so good. I love feeling your hard cock sliding against my pussy.” Martin's mouth opened and he began to groan and grunt - each emission seeming to enhance his pleasure. “Oh my fucking life. Fuck! I think I'm going to fucking cum!” Lori gasped. Suddenly Martin felt Lori's hands move down toward his cock. But instead of grabbing his manhood as he imagined, she sharply pulled the material of her panties to the side, revealing her glistening, open cunt lips. Lori's other hand rested against Martin's balls and the base of his cock. And then her fingers began to fly furiously across her protruding ruby clit. “Fuck!” Martin uttered as he was completely entranced and overwhelmed by the sight of her wantonness. Seconds later Martin felt Lori's body stiffen and then convulse as her orgasm overwhelmed her body. Lori's head arched back, her mouth open wide as high pitched squeals and shrieks pulsed out from her throat. Martin gazed into her eyes, transfixed by the sight as the waves of pleasure washed over her and wracked her entire body. Lori's once delicate and pristine body writhed and contorted. All sense of control had gone as she gave herself to her overwhelming pleasure. The sensations in Martin's own body had been inexorably building and he sensed that it would be only a matter of seconds before he came himself. But as the frenetic movements of Lori's body began to subside he felt his own eruption linger tantalizingly close yet just out of reach. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!” Lori gasped. “I don't think I've ever come so quickly before,” her breath still coming in pants as she spoke. “Or so hard!” She smiled captivatingly and Martin felt like his emotions would explode within him. Lori pulled herself upright and pressed her hands against Martin's chest, giving him a full view of her naked breasts and engorged nipples. But Martin's eyes were drawn downward, to her skirt which was twisted and pulled around her waist. The built-in panties were still pulled aside - barely covering one of her pussy lips and fully revealing the other which was still shimmering with Lori's juices. “Ugh…this is so hot!” Martin gasped. “I loved hearing you come.” “I fucking loved it too,” grinned Lori. “And I'm going to love it when you cum now.” Raising her slight body from his for a second, Lori swiftly pulled down Martin's shorts, freeing his cock for the first time as it sprang to attention. She ogled it lustfully for a few seconds, appraising it's length and girth. Then she lowered her head down and embraced it with her mouth. Martin groaned uncontrollably. He couldn't ever remember feeling like this before. Jenny's lovemaking was warm and tender but she had never liked giving oral sex and Martin had never wanted to pressure her. They had so much to enjoy in each other's bodies that he felt he could manage without that if she was uncomfortable. But the sensations that were now flowing through Martin's cock now made him realize what he had been missing for all of those years. Lori's mouth moved slowly up and down the length of his shaft, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock on each stroke and each time bolts of lightning shot through Martin's body. He had been close to cumming before knew he wouldn't last long. The sensation was building and moving up his cock with each passing second. “Lori…I'm not gonna last. If you want to move away…” “Fuck no!” Lori gulped. “I want to taste it all. I want you to cum in my mouth.” Lori's mouth and tongue picked up the pace, her long hair draping over his balls, sending him into more ecstasy as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. It was enough to send Martin over the edge. His mouth opened and he grunted loudly as he felt the pleasure erupt through his cock and spread out through his legs, toes and up into his chest. His head felt like it was going to explode too as he felt surge after surge of cum shoot from his cock and hit the back of Lori's throat. She gurgled, gulped, gurgled again… but continued to suck and engulf his penis with her warm lips until, after 7 or 8 convulsions Martin's orgasm subsided. Lori slowly withdrew her lips from Martin's cock and he could see a thick string of his cum emerging and flowing from out of her mouth and drooling over his still twitching cock. Then in one sudden movement she moved her body and head forwards and kissed him hard on the lips - her tongue insistently pressing open his mouth. And for the first time in his life Martin could taste the salty thickness of his own pleasure. His senses were truly overwhelmed. Lori's body finally collapsed onto his. Their chests heaving against each other and small grunts of pleasure still coming from their mouths. Martin reached his hands down to Lori's ass and pushed them up inside her panties, feeling the warmth of their flesh for the first time. “I love your ass,” he whispered, in Lori's ear. “Say it again…but say it how you are really thinking it.” Martin paused. Shocked at her insightfulness. “I fucking love your ass,” Martin said, much louder this time. “That's more like it,” Lori grinned. “We'll find the animal in you yet.” “I've certainly discovered yours,” Martin laughed. “You don't leave your screaming on the court do you?” Lori laughed. “Fuck no! A girl's got to express herself!” “I had been wondering…,” Martin said, “…and imagining.” “Oh really! You've been thinking about me in that way then? Have you been jerking off to me?” Lori grinned. Even after all that had just happened Martin still felt a twinge of embarrassment. “I might have,” he said shyly. Then with more boldness said, “Have you thought of me in this way before?” Lori giggled. “Let's just say you might have come to mind when I've been playing with myself these last few weeks.” Martin's eyes widened. “I'd love to have been a fly on the wall.” “Well,” Lori smiled wickedly “there's no need for that. There's so much more of this evening yet to come…” By Dansilver for Literotica 

A friendly tennis game leads to a different kind of ball play. By Dansilver. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. New Year's resolutions weren't usually Martin's thing. He had enough experience to know that people's good intentions never amounted to much more than that. But he also knew that he had to do something. 2021 had been truly awful - not just because of Covid restrictions and plans getting continually cancelled but because in November, Jenny, his wife of 26 years had finally succumbed to cancer. At least he had been able to bury her, something which wouldn't have even been several months previously. But late fall and early winter seemed like one inexorable descent into an emotional void from which he feared he would never escape.At least Covid provided the excuse not to visit family at Christmas time. He couldn't have faced being with people who he had enjoyed with Jenny alongside him. Instead he sat alone in his emptiness over Christmas. But by New Year he knew he had to make some changes to try to escape the introspection and despondency which were quickly becoming too comforting a companion. Tennis was always something which Martin had enjoyed as a teenager. Nothing too competitive - just hitting a ball with friends in the park. So, on New Year's Day, when he saw that his local tennis center was running Cardio Tennis classes, he decided to sign up. Almost immediately, he regretted it and almost cancelled the booking. He felt nervous about venturing into a new social setting. But he knew the booking was non-refundable and, not being one to waste money, he instead tried to put it out of his mind until the date of the Monday evening class. When it came to it, he was glad he hadn't backed out. The evening was much more fun than he had imagined it would be. Dan, the tennis professional running the course, was good humoured and put everyone at ease, no matter what their skill level was. And the other seven people doing the course seemed ok too. The hour-long class consisted of a combination of tennis drills and cardio workouts, culminating in 20 minutes of playing King of the Court against each other with the ‘punishment' of star jumps or burpees for those losing the point. By the time the following Monday came around Martin was surprised how much he was looking forward to going. As the weeks passed, the Cardio Tennis classes quickly became the highlight of Martin's week. Dan kept things moving and mixed up the drills to keep things interesting. And the rapport between the others taking the class began to grow too. King of the Court was always the highlight of the evening and, although it never got too intense or competitive, there was an increasing level of good natured teasing and banter which took place between everyone. Martin found himself especially enjoying points against Lori, a slim attractive woman in her mid 40's with a sharp sense of humour and quite the competitive streak. Lori was clearly someone who had kept her fitness levels high which was some advantage in points against Martin, but he had always had good hand/eye coordination so the competition between them was fairly even. Lori would often playfully tease Martin when they faced each other saying 'Come on old man, let's see what you've got!' which might have offended him had others said it - especially as he was only 5 or 6 years older than she was. But coming from Lori it just had the effect of making him all the more determined to win the points. Each Monday Martin would look forward to the evening class, but increasingly he realized that he was looking forward to being around Lori as much as anything else. He enjoyed her company. She made him laugh and put him at ease. But he soon realized to his surprise that there was something else stirring in him. A physical attraction which was hardly noticeable at first, dulled by months of grief and solitude, but which was slowly awakening as Spring began to bud. Lori was certainly an attractive woman, although she wasn't what Martin would have previously called his type. Jenny had been a tall, fulsome woman, with a curvaceous figure and full rounded breasts which Martin used to delight in getting lost in when they made love. But Lori was tiny, slim and her breasts were barely noticeable in her tennis shirt. Yet it wasn't Lori's breasts which grabbed Martin's attention on the 5th week of class. Dan had asked everyone to get in line to play three tennis shots - one from the baseline, followed by a volley and an overhead. Then each person was to run around the court and get in line again. Martin found himself standing in line behind Lori, who this week was wearing tight black yoga pants. After he had played his shots and was running around the court his eyes fixed themselves on Lori's ass as she ran in front of him. It was surprisingly full for her slim frame and even though his heart was pounding from the cardio workout Martin felt it leap as he contemplated her figure. They got round the court and were soon playing their shots again before heading out on their second lap. Again Martin's eyes were drawn to Lori's seductive buttocks as they moved delightfully as she ran in front of him. Her yoga pants were smooth over her thighs and ass and there was no sign that she was wearing any kind of underwear which made Martin's heart race even more and he even felt a slight stirring lower down - something which he hadn't experienced in a long time. As the class went on Dan couldn't shake the image of Lori's ass from his mind. During the next exercise he tried to position himself behind her again but was frustrated when Judy, a silver haired lady in her 60's, slotted in between them, obscuring his view. He cursed his luck. Toward the end of the evening, during King of the Court, Martin again found that his mind wasn't on his usual banter with Lori, but had strayed elsewhere. Lori had always been pretty vocal when she had hit the tennis ball - something which wasn't uncommon with women tennis players who grunted through the exertion of playing a point. But Lori was more of a shrieker than a grunter, emitting a high pitched cry especially when stretching for a shot. Martin hadn't paid too much attention to it until this week, but now he found himself wondering whether Lori's shrieking was just for the court or whether she was vocal during sex too. Each vocal utterance took Martin's mind to Lori's bedroom as he imagined her in the throes of ecstasy with a lover. “What the hell is going on?” Martin thought to himself. “I'm thinking like an 18 year old teenage boy!” He was painfully aware that the stirring in his groin was also reminiscent of those teenage days and he knew that he would have to master his thoughts before he found himself in a very embarrassing situation in front of the others in the class. Fortunately, the evening was just about through and he was able to gain control of his imagination before things got out of hand. Soon the class came to a close and everyone began to filter out to their vehicles. “Hey old man - fancy a game later in the week?” The voice pierced Martin's thoughts and he turned round to see Lori standing behind him, a big grin on her face. Martin's thoughts raced. A one on one game with Lori? If the state of his mind was anything like it had been today it would be hard for him to keep any kind of control - of the ball or anything else for that matter! But he also knew he wanted to spend more time with her which made the risk worth taking. “Erm, sure. What day?” “How about Thursday? I have some time during the evening if that will work for you - say around 7p.m.?” “It's a date,” Martin said. “I mean…not a date…just er…well you know what I mean,” his face reddening. Lori flashed her smile and giggled. “Yeah I know what you mean. I should be so lucky.” And with that she turned toward her vehicle. “See you on Thursday!” she called as she walked away. Martin turned and walked to his car and sat there, the engine still turned off, hardly believing what had just happened. In one sense nothing at all had happened. Lori had just arranged a tennis game with him. But his mind was racing away from him. What did she mean by “I should be so lucky?” Was she attracted to him? Or was it another one of her jokes? Martin turned the key in the engine and began the 10 minute drive home. His mind replayed the conversation, and then the images of Lori's seductive ass mingled with her shrieks. As he finally allowed himself full rein to reimagine Lori's toned body, Martin's cock began to stir once again. This time there was no need for him to try to control it for the sake of decorum. Yet Martin's growing excitement was tempered by a nagging sense of guilt. Jenny, the only lover he had ever had, had only just passed and yet here he was - his mind and body yearning for another. Surely he shouldn't be having these thoughts. Yet they wouldn't disperse. Rather than reminiscing about tender times with his wife, instead he was picturing Lori pulling down her yoga pants at home right now, imagining her smooth firm white bottom emerging from the black material. By the time he was half way home Martin's cock was standing to full attention, his tennis shorts tented as it strained against them. And still he played out the scene in his mind. He imagined Lori laying down on her bed. Her feet clamped together. Her knees splayed apart forming a diamond shape. He pictured her hand move down to the crest of the jewel parting the lips of her pussy with her fingers. He saw the glistening of her juices on her fingers as she began to rub her clit - slowly at first but soon picking up speed as her urgency increased. And as her whole mind and body was overwhelmed by her orgasm he envisaged her convulsing with pleasure and screaming with joy. Martin realized that he was almost home, although he couldn't remember any of his journey. His left hand had strayed down to his cock and had been stroking and pulling on its head through his shorts. Martin's fingers felt the sticky wetness of his pleasure which had seeped through his light gray shorts and as he looked down he saw a dark patch of his pre-emission bleeding through the material. As his hand moved slowly up and down, desperate for these exquisite sensations to continue, Martin's foot increased the pressure on the accelerator in an attempt to make sure he made it home before his orgasm overtook him on the journey. Martin pulled into the driveway and quickly walked toward his front door - his tennis bag held close against his body lest anyone should see his lack of decorum. He opened the door, threw the bag on the floor, ignored the eager greeting of his golden retriever and dashed upstairs. His entire mind and body was now set on one thing only. He needed release - needed to feel the rush of pleasure coursing through his body. He needed to come. Martin threw himself on the bed and yanked his shorts down to his ankles, his hand eagerly grabbing his fully erect cock. Now was not the time for teasing - the journey had dealt with that. He dragged his hand across the head of his shaft, smearing the creamy bubbly juices which had seeped out during the journey all over the top portion of his cock. Then he began milking his hand quickly up and down - imagining he was pumping it deep into Lori's pussy. Feeling her velvet walls encase him. He immediately felt his orgasm begin to build at the base of his cock, his balls tightening as his breathing shortened. He needed to come. He wanted to come. He was going to come. It only took a few more seconds for the sensations to deepen and spread upward. His balls and anus tightened as he reached the point of no return. Guttural sounds of pleasure began to escape his throat as his whole being was consumed with the heightening sensations. The pleasure was so great that he almost wanted to stay there - to prolong the moment of release. Martin's hand slowed almost to a stop. His thumb and index finger lightly teased the tip of his cock. But even that could not hold back the huge tidal surge which had been building and now was about to break. He was coming. Martin's body convulsed and the first shot of cum flew through the air and landed on his forehead, the second quickly following and hitting his neck just under the chin. He gasped as each wave of pleasure washed over him - his body quaking with each convulsion. Chemicals raced through his brain - intense pleasure that almost verged on pain as he felt his head throb with each surge. Finally the intensity of the sensations began to subside. Martin lay there, completely spent, in his state of semi-undress trying to come to terms with what had overcome him. Every so often his cock twitched again as several aftershocks shook his body. Eventually he stood, walked into his en-suite and turned on the shower. Thursday couldn't come quick enough. As the evening of his game with Lori grew closer, Martin knew that it was going to take every fibre of his mental strength to stay focused on the game. When he arrived at the tennis center he headed straight for the court and pushing back the heavy vinyl backdrop curtain he saw that Lori had already arrived and was stretching at the side of the net. She was wearing a pure white top and a light blue silky tennis skirt which showed off her slender legs from just above the knees. As she stretched forward the skirt slowly dragged itself upwards showing off a few more inches of her tantalizing white thigh. Lori's long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which draped down her back topped by a white cap. As Martin came through the curtain onto the court she turned toward him and flashed him a smile. “Hey old man! I'm glad you made it. It wouldn't have been as much fun playing with myself.” Did she giggle slightly at the innuendo Martin wondered? Was it deliberate? Had she been planning her introduction? Or was he just being dirty minded? Martin chastised himself for his thoughts. She's probably saying it in complete innocence, he reasoned. His musings were broken into by Lori's perky voice… “Come on - let's play!” She handed him two tennis balls and tucked the third under the pleat of her tennis skirt into what Martin could only imagine were panties sewn into her skirt. Martin and Lori took their positions at either side of the net and began hitting the balls to each other as they warmed up. As they did so they chatted about how their week had been going. Just normal, everyday conversation. Martin began to convince himself that it was clearly only he who was reading anything more into this than a friendly game of tennis. By the time they began to play some competitive points Martin had fully persuaded himself that Lori's request to play him was purely for the sake of fitness and exercise. Now that they were playing seriously the conversation had petered out apart from when calling the balls out of court and keeping score. At one point in the game when Martin was serving, Lori asked “Do you have any balls?” Martin quickly replied “Yes, I've got two here in my shorts. Can't you tell?” He immediately felt embarrassed at his teenage humour, but Lori grinned and said, “Come on then - get them out. Don't keep me waiting.” Martin wondered whether she was playing along with the innuendo or simply responding to the conversation in a far more innocent way than he was. The game turned out to be pretty even and as the hour court time was coming to a close each of them seemed to be putting in more effort to try to win the match. Lori's shrieking grew in its loudness and frequency which only served to distract Martin from his game, his mind once again imagining an entirely different context. Whether it was this lapse in mental strength or simply her greater stamina, Lori closed the set out just as the hour came to a close. “Great game, and well played,” Martin congratulated Lori as they approached the bench at the side of the court where they had each left their bags. “Thanks, I enjoyed it a lot,” Lori smiled back. “I'd love to play with you again soon.” “I'd like that too,” Martin replied and as he spoke he felt his cock twitch as his mind immediately leapt to picturing her playing with his balls rather than tennis balls. “Got much else planned for this evening?” Lori asked. “We could go for a drink. Beats watching TV alone.” “Sure - I'd like that. But don't you have a husband or partner waiting for you…or a…someone?” Martin winced at his awkwardness. He realized that after over a quarter of a century of marriage he had no idea how to handle these sorts of situations. Lori chuckled. “Nope. No husband. Or wife. Or any other sort of lover. Well…not the human kind anyway!” Martin felt his face turning red but at the same time the stirring in his groin increased at Lori's sudden candour. Without any warning an image of Lori holding a vibrator against her pussy while spreadeagled on her bed popped up into his mind. Martin quickly tried to push back down - he wasn't in the privacy of his car now. Control yourself man, he thought as he felt his cock begin to engorge with blood. “Ok, well er, let's have a drink then. Where do you want to go?” Martin could feel his heart beginning to race with the anticipation of spending more of the evening with Lori, coupled with the lingering image which had entered his mind. “To be honest, I'm not really dressed for a bar. I came out like this ready for tennis,” Lori mused. Why don't you come back to my place? It's just 5 minutes away. I have a nice bottle of Toscana, if you like red wine.“ "Sure…I'd love to,” Martin said, his heart beating even faster now despite the game being over some time ago. “Great. Well just follow me. Won't take long.” As Martin followed Lori's white Subaru Impreza his whole body seemed on fire with excitement. He felt like he could hardly breathe. What was happening? He even wondered whether he was having some kind of heart attack. He tried to convince himself that he had only been invited back for a drink. But he couldn't shake the thought that there could be more. It was years since he had felt like this. Life with Jenny had been wonderful and their lovemaking had been tender, yet had long ago settled into a comfortable predictability. But this was altogether something new. Martin's hands were shaking on the wheel as his body shivered in anticipation. Suddenly they turned a corner and Lori pulled her car into the driveway of a detached house. In a semi-dazed state he pulled up beside hers, walked up to the door and followed her inside. Martin immediately noticed that Lori's home was immaculately presented - almost like it was staged for an impending sale. The furniture was sharp and clean. There was no clutter on any of the surfaces, only ornaments and beautifully designed wooden sculptures. It was very much controlled. Together. Just as Lori seemed to be. Martin wondered whether she was always like that. Was there a wilder, uncontrolled side to her? He longed to find out. “Sit down on the couch. Make yourself at home.” Lori pulled one of many bottles out of a wine rack built into the wall and took two long stemmed glasses from a cabinet. Martin sat nervously, positioning himself awkwardly on the front edge of the white leather couch. Lori sat next to him. He felt her knee rest against his leg and his stomach began to do somersaults. Martin felt beads of sweat begin to form on his brow and his jaw began to clench as adrenaline began to course through his body. “Come on old man - relax. You look like you're afraid I'm about to eat you!” Martin laughed nervously. “Sorry. I am a little on edge. It's so long since I've done this. I mean…having a drink with someone other than my wife. I feel like I don't know what to do.” “It's ok.” Lori said reassuringly. “I understand. How long has it been since your wife passed?” “Almost four months. I've been so lonely.” Martin was taken back by the emotion which suddenly came through as he spoke, as well as the honesty about his deep sadness which he had generally managed to suppress so well when speaking to others. “I know. I know. It must have been so difficult for you.” Lori's words were soothing as she moved her left arm round over his shoulder and pulled his head toward hers. He felt her hand begin to stroke his hair as his head rested on the top of her shoulder. Martin felt a surge of warmth and comfort rush through his body at her tender touch. But at the same time experienced a surge of excitement as his cock began to swell - not for the first time that day. A cocktail of emotions overwhelmed him. Comfort. Shame. Embarrassment. But more than anything else, excitement. The physical touch of a woman after so many months was warm and intoxicating and even in his vulnerable and awkward state he didn't want it to end. Martin's cock was now fully erect and he was sure Lori would notice it. How would she respond? He glanced sideways at her and sure enough her widening eyes were fixed on the stirrings in his shorts, even as she continued to stroke his head and neck. “I'm sorry…” he stuttered. “I'm not sure what's going on. I just… I don't mean to…” “Shish,” Lori whispered in his ear and as she did a tingle shot down through Martin's neck and spine. “It's ok. I'll take it as a compliment.” “I don't want you to feel uncomfortable though,” Martin stuttered. “Do I look uncomfortable?” Lori asked, pulling her body slightly away from his and looking him in directly in the eyes. Lori's left hand moved to Martin's face so that now it was cradled in her hands. Her fingers began to gently rake through Martin's hair sending shivers of excitement through him. Her nails sent myriads of neurons firing in his brain. And then she kissed him. Gently and tenderly at first. Her lips felt so warm and soft and Martin's mouth automatically moved in response and his right hand moved to the back of her head pulling her closer. All manner of emotions were racing through his mind and body but sheer physical pleasure quickly became the dominant one as their kissing became more firm and adventurous. Martin's tongue probed Lori's mouth and a deep moan came from her throat as his tongue began to explore her sweetness. He sensed Lori's control and composure was giving way to something much less restrained. More primal. Quickly and without any warning Lori pushed Martin's body so that he fell back on the couch. Before he had a chance to gain any control she swung her left leg over his body and straddled him. Martin felt his tented cock pressing up under Lori's clean tennis skirt against her panties. He immediately felt heat emanating from her pussy lips which were parting around his cock, through the thin material. She groaned loudly. Gutturally. All sense of decorum and tenderness had disappeared. Raw passion had taken over. Martin's shaft pressed hard against her as he lifted his ass off the couch to press against her delicious body. Lori pulled her mouth away from his and smiled. Yet behind her eyes Martin could see that a fire had been kindled and was growing stronger by the second. Lori ran the fingers of both hands down his shirt and then, in one motion tore it off his body. Martin's breathing deepened as he gazed up at her. He wanted to respond by removing Lori's top but before he could move she had ripped it off herself. Martin gasped as he saw her nipples for the first time - standing erect on her small but perfectly symmetrical breasts. Their deep rouge colour stood out in contrast to her pale skinned chest. He bent upward and engulfed her left nipple in his mouth, his mouth sucking as his tongue flicked over it. “Oh fuck! Fuck!” Lori gasped. Martin had never heard Lori swear before but it only served to fuel his desire for her. Jenny had never used dirty talk with him when they made love. But this wasn't making love. This was sex. This was fucking. And he was beginning to love it. As Martin pulled back his mouth, Lori's long firm nipple made a delightful popping sound as it emerged. Martin quickly moved to suckle her right breast and as he did he could feel Lori's thighs and ass begin to thrust urgently against his hard cock. At each thrust Lori's groans and moans increased in their pitch and loudness - her head arched back in ecstasy as she continued to dry hump him. Martin's hands moved to her ass and he pulled her harder against his cock. Lori's body began to move even faster and Martin felt the pleasure beginning to build and spread throughout his cock. At first he felt the sensation in his tight balls, but with each loud thrust against him he felt his cum building up his hard shaft. He wanted to express how he was feeling. He had a strong desire to talk dirty to Lori. But he still had some inhibitions remaining, even though he sensed they wouldn't stay for long. Lori however, had no such restraint now. She was wild with excitement and it showed in her entire being. “Oh fuck Martin. That feels so good. I love feeling your hard cock sliding against my pussy.” Martin's mouth opened and he began to groan and grunt - each emission seeming to enhance his pleasure. “Oh my fucking life. Fuck! I think I'm going to fucking cum!” Lori gasped. Suddenly Martin felt Lori's hands move down toward his cock. But instead of grabbing his manhood as he imagined, she sharply pulled the material of her panties to the side, revealing her glistening, open cunt lips. Lori's other hand rested against Martin's balls and the base of his cock. And then her fingers began to fly furiously across her protruding ruby clit. “Fuck!” Martin uttered as he was completely entranced and overwhelmed by the sight of her wantonness. Seconds later Martin felt Lori's body stiffen and then convulse as her orgasm overwhelmed her body. Lori's head arched back, her mouth open wide as high pitched squeals and shrieks pulsed out from her throat. Martin gazed into her eyes, transfixed by the sight as the waves of pleasure washed over her and wracked her entire body. Lori's once delicate and pristine body writhed and contorted. All sense of control had gone as she gave herself to her overwhelming pleasure. The sensations in Martin's own body had been inexorably building and he sensed that it would be only a matter of seconds before he came himself. But as the frenetic movements of Lori's body began to subside he felt his own eruption linger tantalizingly close yet just out of reach. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!” Lori gasped. “I don't think I've ever come so quickly before,” her breath still coming in pants as she spoke. “Or so hard!” She smiled captivatingly and Martin felt like his emotions would explode within him. Lori pulled herself upright and pressed her hands against Martin's chest, giving him a full view of her naked breasts and engorged nipples. But Martin's eyes were drawn downward, to her skirt which was twisted and pulled around her waist. The built-in panties were still pulled aside - barely covering one of her pussy lips and fully revealing the other which was still shimmering with Lori's juices. “Ugh…this is so hot!” Martin gasped. “I loved hearing you come.” “I fucking loved it too,” grinned Lori. “And I'm going to love it when you cum now.” Raising her slight body from his for a second, Lori swiftly pulled down Martin's shorts, freeing his cock for the first time as it sprang to attention. She ogled it lustfully for a few seconds, appraising it's length and girth. Then she lowered her head down and embraced it with her mouth. Martin groaned uncontrollably. He couldn't ever remember feeling like this before. Jenny's lovemaking was warm and tender but she had never liked giving oral sex and Martin had never wanted to pressure her. They had so much to enjoy in each other's bodies that he felt he could manage without that if she was uncomfortable. But the sensations that were now flowing through Martin's cock now made him realize what he had been missing for all of those years. Lori's mouth moved slowly up and down the length of his shaft, her tongue flicking over the sensitive head of his cock on each stroke and each time bolts of lightning shot through Martin's body. He had been close to cumming before knew he wouldn't last long. The sensation was building and moving up his cock with each passing second. “Lori…I'm not gonna last. If you want to move away…” “Fuck no!” Lori gulped. “I want to taste it all. I want you to cum in my mouth.” Lori's mouth and tongue picked up the pace, her long hair draping over his balls, sending him into more ecstasy as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. It was enough to send Martin over the edge. His mouth opened and he grunted loudly as he felt the pleasure erupt through his cock and spread out through his legs, toes and up into his chest. His head felt like it was going to explode too as he felt surge after surge of cum shoot from his cock and hit the back of Lori's throat. She gurgled, gulped, gurgled again… but continued to suck and engulf his penis with her warm lips until, after 7 or 8 convulsions Martin's orgasm subsided. Lori slowly withdrew her lips from Martin's cock and he could see a thick string of his cum emerging and flowing from out of her mouth and drooling over his still twitching cock. Then in one sudden movement she moved her body and head forwards and kissed him hard on the lips - her tongue insistently pressing open his mouth. And for the first time in his life Martin could taste the salty thickness of his own pleasure. His senses were truly overwhelmed. Lori's body finally collapsed onto his. Their chests heaving against each other and small grunts of pleasure still coming from their mouths. Martin reached his hands down to Lori's ass and pushed them up inside her panties, feeling the warmth of their flesh for the first time. “I love your ass,” he whispered, in Lori's ear. “Say it again…but say it how you are really thinking it.” Martin paused. Shocked at her insightfulness. “I fucking love your ass,” Martin said, much louder this time. “That's more like it,” Lori grinned. “We'll find the animal in you yet.” “I've certainly discovered yours,” Martin laughed. “You don't leave your screaming on the court do you?” Lori laughed. “Fuck no! A girl's got to express herself!” “I had been wondering…,” Martin said, “…and imagining.” “Oh really! You've been thinking about me in that way then? Have you been jerking off to me?” Lori grinned. Even after all that had just happened Martin still felt a twinge of embarrassment. “I might have,” he said shyly. Then with more boldness said, “Have you thought of me in this way before?” Lori giggled. “Let's just say you might have come to mind when I've been playing with myself these last few weeks.” Martin's eyes widened. “I'd love to have been a fly on the wall.” “Well,” Lori smiled wickedly “there's no need for that. There's so much more of this evening yet to come…” By Dansilver for Literotica 

This week... The boys are finally proved right. Released in 2008 and directed by Matt Reeves, "Cloverfield" is a found-footage monster film that redefined the giant monster genre with its unique approach and intense storytelling. The film follows a group of young New Yorkers who find themselves caught in the midst of a colossal monster attack on the city. Shot entirely from the perspective of a handheld camcorder, the film immerses viewers in the chaos and terror of the unfolding catastrophe. As the group struggles to survive and make their way to safety, they encounter terrifying creatures spawned by the monstrous entity known as Cloverfield. The film's innovative use of the found-footage format, coupled with its relentless pacing and visceral action sequences, creates a sense of immediacy and realism that sets it apart from traditional monster movies. What sets "Cloverfield" apart is its emphasis on character-driven storytelling amidst the chaos of a catastrophic event. While the giant monster wreaks havoc on New York City, the film focuses on the relationships and personal struggles of its protagonists, adding depth and emotional resonance to the narrative. The found-footage style lends an air of authenticity to the film, allowing viewers to experience the terror and confusion of the characters firsthand. "Cloverfield" revitalized the monster movie genre with its fresh perspective and innovative approach, paving the way for a new wave of found-footage horror films and establishing itself as a modern classic in the genre. Instagram: @aahfterhorrorpodcastTwitter: @aahfterhorrorFacebook: aahfterhorrorpodcastEmail: aafterhorrorpod@outlook.com

Yikes, God must really care about our undivided loyalty! Almost like He knows we're only destroying ourselves by not being fully devoted to Him...?Check out outloudbible.com for helpful study resources, and learn how to join the Patreon community in support of Outloud Bible Project. Want to jump straight to the Patreon page? Check it out at https://www.patreon.com/outloudbible

What is the impact Takeaways have on our health? and if we have the occasional one what should we order? That's what Gregg wants to know from today's guest - Henry Dimbleby MBE. Henry is the original Co-Founder of the popular fast food chain Leon, and Co-Founder of ‘Chefs in Schools'. He's a regular speaker on how to create a better food system and is a Sunday Times Best Selling Author of the book ‘Ravenous: How to get ourselves and our planet into shape” - a manifesto for revolutionising our food system. Sheesh! Or should we say ‘Shish!' this is a good episode. For podcast updates make sure to follow Gregg on Instagram @greggwallace, and make sure to follow Henry Dimbleby and his amazing work on X @henrydimbleby Produced by Emily Sandford, Photography by Jiksaw, Artwork by Bill Roberts & Hannah Sims, Video Footage by Samson Falodun. The Head of Comedy and Entertainment Podcasts at Global is Chris LanderThis episode contains material relating to weight loss, fitness and mental attitude to food and is for entertainment purposes only. Listeners should always seek health advice from a medical practitioner. Get £40 off your first year of Annual Membership at GreggWallace.Health with code PIECEOFCAKE.And for a free eBook, use code FREESLICE. Click here to redeem.Terms and conditions apply.

Ever had a spider trapped in the car with you on a country road and you needed a coffee-shit? No? What about 150 bugs in your nose? Or eaten a daddy long legs? Strap in, friends. There is a BIT on in this one.

Food Friday! Reina from Shish Kebab House, celebrating 30 years in business. Reina brings in hummus, moltabal, lamb shank, and their special chicken and rice dish with just the right amount of heat! Go to shishkebabhouseoftucson.com for hours and location. Movies with Mark Van Buren--Top Train Movies!

Abiding In Christ - Yordy, Betty & Shish by Ebenezer Endiryas

A lot of guys don't know the difference between a run of the mill shish test from a woman, which is designed not to be mean, but to make sure you are the dominant masculine man she things you are. It's a congruence test to see if she can knock you off your center. Some guys look at it as blatant disrespect. There can be a find line, but there is definitely a difference between a shish test and disrespectfully bad behavior. Let's talk about it today! // BOOKS // Pre-order my new book on Kindle - http://books.comeonmanpod.com // COURSES // Practical Law of Attraction course: http://loa.comeonmanpod.com The Conversation Conversion Blueprint Dating App Course By Performance Potential: https://www.performancepotential.co/a... - Coupon Code: COMEONMAN30 The Clarey School of Economic Philosophy: https://theclareyschoolofeconomicphil... Jon Fitch's Practical Self-Defense: https://gumroad.com/a/780330707/ubexvq RP Thor's Courses, Coaching and Group Membership: https://gumroad.com/a/505970387 // COACHING AND OTHER RESOURCES // Beer Club: http://beer.comeonmanpod.com Coaching: http://gumroad.comeonmanpod.com FREE PDF with 20 Dating App Openers! Join my email list: http://list.comeonmanpod.com MERCH: http://merch.comeonmanpod.com Recommended Reading: https://is.gd/COMPBooks Get free shipping from Duke Cannon on orders over $25: http://duke.comeonmanpod.com The CURE for male pattern baldness (Skull Shaver): https://bit.ly/428k9Xy Donate to the show: https://streamelements.com/se-847333/tip Join the 3% Brotherhood: https://www.facebook.com/groups/3perc... // SOCIAL MEDIA // Follow on TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@bestmenspod Follow on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/comeonmanpo... Follow on Twitter - https://twitter.com/ComeOnManPOD Follow on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/comeonmanpod... // OTHER MEDIA // Watch on YouTube - http://youtube.com/comeonmanpodcast --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/comeonman/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/comeonman/support

Update on the tragedies on Shishapangma and in Israel. The tragedy in Israel has affected the Israeli climbers Aviad Sido and Nadav Ben Yehuda. Today's episode is an opinion piece. Based on what has been happening over the last few years. it seems that those who are looking for records are putting themselves and others at risk because they are prioritizing records over safety. I give 2 examples, including last week's deaths on Shish of the American women Gina Rzucidlo and Anna Gutu. Want to get outside more? ⁠Check out my free 5-Day Get Outside More Challenge,⁠ enrolment opens the 1st of each month and the challenge starts the 2nd Monday of each month. Come and join the fun. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/pauline-reynolds-nuttall/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/pauline-reynolds-nuttall/support

We continue our series of recordings live and in-person at Groceryshop 2023 this episode with a fascinating exploration of trends in the world of startups with Microsoft for Startups global retail lead, Shish Shridhar. Part of our special cross-over event with guest host, Jeff Roster, host of This Week in Innovation podcast, Jeff and regular host Ricardo Belmar sat down with Shish to discuss 3 trends at Groceryshop in the context of the startup community – Generative AI, meal planning, and automation. Plus, the trio take a look at what we should expect in the broader retail tech community over the next 6 months going into 2024. It's a Retail Avengers reunion from back in our original Clubhouse days – get ready for a fun, raw and uncut, discussion with the potential to go in any direction with this trio!We also bring you the latest episode in our ‘Blade to Greatness' mini-series! In this segment, we invite a retail industry leader to offer one skill or trait that all retail executives need to become great leaders. Whether in stores or at corporate, we'll uncover valuable tips and advice that you can apply to your own retail career path. Jeffrey McNulty, Founder and CEO of New Retail Ethos Consultancy, author of The Ultimate Retail Manual, and creator of The Ultimate Retail Course: Become a Retail RockStarreturns to the show for this powerful new segment to discuss an incredibly important skill retail leaders need – fostering intrapreneurship!NEWS! We are pleased to announce that the Retail Razor Show is a Vendors In Partnership Awards nominee for The Retail Voice Award at the upcoming NRF Big Show 2024! We're asking all our listeners and YouTube viewers to help us win by showing your love for our show in the voting polls:Here's how you can help by voting:1. Visit https://bit.ly/3QlKr4X2. Register to vote.3. Vote for The Retail Razor Show in The Retail Voice Award category.WOW! As we hit our 2-year anniversary with the show, we're honored and humbled to reach the top of the charts on the Goodpods podcast platform!No. 1 in the Top Indie Management Podcasts of the week chartNo. 3 in the Top Indie Management Podcasts of the month chartNo. 7 in the Top Marketing Podcasts of the week chartWe can't thank our Goodpods listeners enough! We love your support! Please continue giving us those 5-star ratings and send us your comments!UPDATE - We're currently at number 20 on the Feedspot Top 60 Best Retail podcasts list – if you enjoy our show, please consider giving us a 5-star review in Apple Podcasts & help us move our way up the Top 20! https://blog.feedspot.com/retail_podcasts/Meet your hosts, helping you cut through the clutter in retail & retail tech:Ricardo Belmar, a RETHINK Retail Top Retail Influencer for 2023, 2022 & 2021, RIS News Top Movers and Shakers in Retail for 2021, advisory council member at George Mason University's Center for Retail Transformation, and director partner marketing for retail & consumer goods at Microsoft.Casey Golden, CEO of Luxlock, and RETHINK Retail Top Retail Influencer for 2023. Obsessed with the customer relationship between the brand and the consumer. After a career on the fashion and supply chain technology side of the business, now slaying franken-stacks and building retail tech!Includes music provided by imunobeats.com, featuring Overclocked, E-Motive, and Swag, Tag & Brag from the album Beat Hype, written by Hestron Mimms, published by Imuno. The Retail Razor ShowFollow us on Goodpods: https://bit.ly/TRRSgoodpodsFollow us on Instagram: https://bit.ly/TRRSinstaFollow us on Threads: https://bit.ly/TRRSthreadsFollow us on Twitter: https://bit.ly/TwRRazorConnect with us on LinkedIn: https://bit.ly/LI-RRazorSubscribe on YouTube: https://bit.ly/RRShowYouTubeSubscribe on Apple Podcasts: https://bit.ly/RetailRazorShowRetail Razor Show Episode Page: https://bit.ly/RRShowPodHost → Ricardo Belmar,Follow on Twitter - https://bit.ly/twRBelmarConnect on LinkedIn - https://bit.ly/LIRBelmarCo-host → Casey Golden,Follow on Twitter - https://bit.ly/twCaseyConnect on LinkedIn - https://bit.ly/LICasey

Visuals: https://getbehindthebillboard.com/episode-61-shish-patelPodcast episode #61 features one of the industry's good guys, Shish Patel. Talented, funny, charming, thoughtful and extremely humble, it was a great hour with Shish, who regaled us with brilliant stories behind brilliant billboards.The baby in the marmite poster is a cracker. A story that involved another DDB creative Pete Hayes and a photo of his child never intended for a Marmite billboard, but ended up being the actual shot in the ad.There's also the Comfort poster that appeared outside Shish's parents shop which helped them finally understand what it was that he did for a living.There's more Marmite involving The Love Party and The Hate Party. Iconic work for FT. And the ‘Night drive' campaign for VW where we discussed the entire campaign - TV print billboards - which was a seminal moment in the VW oeuvre.Shish thanks so much for coming on and talking art and commerce in equal measure. And sampling Hugh's madierra cake.

On this episode of Huntavore, Nick has been placed on injured reserve for a few days due to a procedure. While he's icing up, Rob Chippone joins the show to share some tricks or moves when frying fish and cooking whole piglets. Rob is a big fan of the sous vide and we brainstorm how using that can prepare all kinds of meat for an outdoor intactactive barbecue. Join us on an inspiring chat, on this episode of Huntavore. Nick is recovering from his vasectomy, which after an attack from kidney stones last fall, was a total cakewalk. Rob joins in from his new home is South Carolina, where the guys talk a bit about fishing. Rob likens being a sportsmen to jujitsu as in, the martial art has belts that show your progression, and how it's about understand over who you beat. Same goes for hunting and fish. You earn your stripes not for the particular size of deer, but for what you know. Conversation also jumps onto fried fish, and the many ways I can change up the same old same. Think about Coconut Perch, I know right. On top of that, the guys talk about how sous vide is not a one trick pony. And Nick dreams about a Shish kabob around a smokeless fire ring. Check out the Sportsmen's Empire Podcast Network for more relevant, outdoor content! Show Partners Tappecue Meat Probes Instagram: @tappecue Website: https://bit.ly/2NIr0Xj Coupon Code 10% off: HUNT10 Umai Dry Instagram: @umaidry Website: bit.ly/3WhfnnX Sign up for the newsletter for 10% off Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

On this episode of Huntavore, Nick has been placed on injured reserve for a few days due to a procedure.  While he's icing up, Rob Chippone joins the show to share some tricks or moves when frying fish and cooking whole piglets.  Rob is a big fan of the sous vide and we brainstorm how using that can prepare all kinds of meat for an outdoor intactactive barbecue.  Join us on an inspiring chat, on this episode of Huntavore.Nick is recovering from his vasectomy, which after an attack from kidney stones last fall, was a total cakewalk.  Rob joins in from his new home is South Carolina, where the guys talk a bit about fishing.  Rob likens being a sportsmen to jujitsu as in, the martial art has belts that show your progression, and how it's about understand over who you beat.  Same goes for hunting and fish.  You earn your stripes not for the particular size of deer, but for what you know.  Conversation also jumps onto fried fish, and the many ways I can change up the same old same.  Think about Coconut Perch, I know right.  On top of that, the guys talk about how sous vide is not a one trick pony.  And Nick dreams about a Shish kabob around a smokeless fire ring.Check out the Sportsmen's Empire Podcast Network for more relevant, outdoor content!Show PartnersTappecue Meat ProbesInstagram: @tappecueWebsite: https://bit.ly/2NIr0XjCoupon Code 10% off: HUNT10Umai DryInstagram: @umaidryWebsite: bit.ly/3WhfnnXSign up for the newsletter for 10% off

On this episode of Huntavore, Nick has been placed on injured reserve for a few days due to a procedure.  While he's icing up, Rob Chippone joins the show to share some tricks or moves when frying fish and cooking whole piglets.  Rob is a big fan of the sous vide and we brainstorm how using that can prepare all kinds of meat for an outdoor intactactive barbecue.  Join us on an inspiring chat, on this episode of Huntavore.Nick is recovering from his vasectomy, which after an attack from kidney stones last fall, was a total cakewalk.  Rob joins in from his new home is South Carolina, where the guys talk a bit about fishing.  Rob likens being a sportsmen to jujitsu as in, the martial art has belts that show your progression, and how it's about understand over who you beat.  Same goes for hunting and fish.  You earn your stripes not for the particular size of deer, but for what you know.  Conversation also jumps onto fried fish, and the many ways I can change up the same old same.  Think about Coconut Perch, I know right.  On top of that, the guys talk about how sous vide is not a one trick pony.  And Nick dreams about a Shish kabob around a smokeless fire ring.Check out the Sportsmen's Empire Podcast Network for more relevant, outdoor content!Show PartnersTappecue Meat ProbesInstagram: @tappecueWebsite: https://bit.ly/2NIr0XjCoupon Code 10% off: HUNT10Umai DryInstagram: @umaidryWebsite: bit.ly/3WhfnnXSign up for the newsletter for 10% off

Grab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HEREJoin CRUSH YOUR CONTENT and learn how to exactly how to Make Money from Social Media, and create content that you are obsessed with! Join NOW and START CRUSHING CONTENT TODAYConnect with Sam on Instagram or TikTokJoin CRUSH YOUR CONTENT and learn how to exactly how to Make Money from Social Media, and create content that you are obsessed with! Join NOW and START CRUSHING CONTENT TODAY: theglitter.meConnect with Sam on Instagram or TikTok: theglitter.me#socialmediatips #socialmediamanagement #socialmediamanagement #socialmediamarketing #contentcreationGrab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HERECheck out all the CONTENT CREATION + SOCIAL MEDIA resources I have at THEGLITTER.ME

Grab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HEREJoin CRUSH YOUR CONTENT and learn how to exactly how to Make Money from Social Media, and create content that you are obsessed with! Join NOW and START CRUSHING CONTENT TODAYConnect with Sam on Instagram or TikTokWe'll dive into scheduling your content and using Instagram stories for maximum impact. Schedule your posts, no more drafts! Embrace the unpredictability of TikTok. Instagram stories are your shining star for building relationships and boosting sales. Share your personal side too! Let's make the next seven days count—promote your business and drop those links. Tomorrow, we'll simplify and provide a system to move forward. Go get your content shish together!Grab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HERECheck out all the CONTENT CREATION + SOCIAL MEDIA resources I have at THEGLITTER.ME

Grab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HEREJoin CRUSH YOUR CONTENT and learn how to exactly how to Make Money from Social Media, and create content that you are obsessed with! Join NOW and START CRUSHING CONTENT TODAYConnect with Sam on Instagram or TikTokHey Besties, welcome back to my five-part series: "Let's Get Your Content Shish Together." Today, it's day three, and we're talking about putting your content together. You'll need a project management system like Trello, Asana, or ClickUp. Gather all your graphics and videos, edit them, and organize them on your Trello board or scheduler. Add captions and hashtags, and save to TikTok drafts. It's easy. I do this for clients all the time. I know you can do it too. It just takes practice.Grab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HERECheck out all the CONTENT CREATION + SOCIAL MEDIA resources I have at THEGLITTER.ME

Grab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HEREJoin CRUSH YOUR CONTENT and learn how to exactly how to Make Money from Social Media, and create content that you are obsessed with! Join NOW and START CRUSHING CONTENT TODAYConnect with Sam on Instagram or TikTokLet me help you simplify content creation. Today, we're gonna gather your content. Whether you're filming videos, making graphics, or capturing specific content, you need a plan. I'll walk you through how I do it for my clients. You can create content even if you work alone using tools like a tripod or Canva. Stay tuned for day three, when I'll show you how it all comes together.Grab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HERECheck out all the CONTENT CREATION + SOCIAL MEDIA resources I have at THEGLITTER.ME

Grab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HEREJoin CRUSH YOUR CONTENT and learn how to exactly how to Make Money from Social Media, and create content that you are obsessed with! Join NOW and START CRUSHING CONTENT TODAYConnect with Sam on Instagram or TikTok"Let's Get Your Content Shish Together" is a five-part series to help you organize and streamline your content creation process. Being a busy boss, I understand the overwhelm of content creation. Part one is all about creating a seamless flow for your content. Start by outlining the topics you'd like to cover and what you're selling. Don't forget to jot down other aspects of your content. Plan your daily posts for the next seven days and make sure you include your profit and brand. We'll dig deeper into these strategies tomorrow.Grab your FREE Monthly THE STATE OF SOCIAL MEDIA Report HERECheck out all the CONTENT CREATION + SOCIAL MEDIA resources I have at THEGLITTER.ME

I often say that all women test men, either consciously and subconsciously. It's unavoidable. You can next every woman who tests you, but the next one will do it too. You might as well learn how to handle it. On top of that, men often test each other as well. We usually do this by busting on each other. Sometimes this is subconscious too, but either way men and women know that they can't trust a man that doesn't have a firm grip on his emotions. Today, we're going to learn how to handle all kinds of tests, so you know how to be UNSHAKABLE! Never let them see you sweat! // COURSES // Practical Law of Attraction course: http://loa.comeonmanpod.com The Conversation Conversion Blueprint Dating App Course By Performance Potential: https://www.performancepotential.co/a/2147499861/s5RamP7C - Coupon Code: COMEONMAN30 The Clarey School of Economic Philosophy: https://theclareyschoolofeconomicphilosophy.teachable.com/?affcode=636918_r5uujdh8 Jon Fitch's Practical Self-Defense: https://gumroad.com/a/780330707/ubexvq RP Thor's Courses, Coaching and Group Membership: https://gumroad.com/a/505970387 // COACHING AND OTHER RESOURCES // Join my Patreon (Coaching): http://patreon.com/comeonmanpod FREE STICKERS! Join my email list: http://list.comeonmanpod.com MERCH: http://merch.comeonmanpod.com Recommended Reading: https://is.gd/COMPBooks Get free shipping from Duke Cannon on orders over $25: http://duke.comeonmanpod.com The CURE for male pattern baldness (Skull Shaver): https://bit.ly/428k9Xy Donate to the show: https://streamelements.com/se-847333/tip Join the 3% Brotherhood: https://www.facebook.com/groups/3percentbrotherhood // SOCIAL MEDIA // Follow on TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@bestmenspod Follow on Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/comeonmanpodcast/ Follow on Twitter - https://twitter.com/ComeOnManPOD Follow on Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/comeonmanpodcast // OTHER MEDIA // Watch on YouTube: http://youtube.com/comeonmanpodcast --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/comeonman/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/comeonman/support

Join us this week as we walk through progressive discipline with Paula.... Please turn off the lights... We'll cover everything from coaching to termination and most importantly why progressive discipline is so important. FREE WEBINAR! May 24, 2023 10:00-11:00 am (MST)https://attendee.gotowebinar.com/register/4981821645794637148FREE MNW/MSW Webinar Join us on May 24, 2023 10:00-11:00 am (MST) for this FREE Webinar! Employment law legal update!Disclaimer: This post contains affiliate links. If you make a purchase, I may receive a commission at no extra cost to you.

Happy Mardi Gras lifers!  We spent the last 4 days attached at the hip on a trip to the Northern Territory together! Are we sick of each other? Absolutely not. Do we have a lot to unpack about our new found closeness, yes. Yes we do. On today's episode we unpack just how good of a dad Matty J is, according to the media and why are the standards so different for mothers and fathers?!Then we are joined by the wonderful Ellie Cole! Ellie is Australia's most decorated female paralympian. She's also a laugh and a half. Ellie had her leg amputated when she was 3 after battling a rare form of cancer. With just one leg she has (literally) been making waves and has played a huge part in shifting the public's awareness of what living with a disability is like.In this chat we talk about our expectations of success and whether it brings true happiness, the toll her cancer and then living with a disability took on her family and Ellie not wanting to have to define her sexuality.You can find Ellie here: https://www.instagram.com/elliecoleswim/?hl=en Tell your mum, tell your dad, tell your dog, tell your friend and share the love because we love love! xxSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

Nick is joined by Daily Mirror's 'Newsboy' David Yates to cast an eye over the news and events from around the racing world today. Beginning with the UK action over the weekend, they reflect on Shishkin's dominant comeback at Ascot, talk to Jamie Shepperd - excited owner of I Like to Move It - and consider the importance of Cap du Nord's victory for Christian Williams. Also in this episode, Nick and Dave consider the key themes of the Asian Racing Conference, pay tribute to the career of pioneering French rider Nathalie Desoutter, who retired on Sunday, and wonder what the immediate future holds for star riders Frankie Dettori and Oisin Murphy. Dettori's US agent Ron Anderson joins the show off the back of Dettori's Santa Anita 4-timer on Saturday night, while Hugo Palmer reflects on his valuable success with the Murphy-ridden Flaming Rib in Doha the same day. Oliver St Lawrence drops in to talk about the huge auction of stallion nominations that goes online with Tattersalls today in aid of the DEC Turkey/Syria appeal and Giving for Ukraine.

Nick is joined by Daily Mirror's 'Newsboy' David Yates to cast an eye over the news and events from around the racing world today. Beginning with the UK action over the weekend, they reflect on Shishkin's dominant comeback at Ascot, talk to Jamie Shepperd - excited owner of I Like to Move It - and consider the importance of Cap du Nord's victory for Christian Williams. Also in this episode, Nick and Dave consider the key themes of the Asian Racing Conference, pay tribute to the career of pioneering French rider Nathalie Desoutter, who retired on Sunday, and wonder what the immediate future holds for star riders Frankie Dettori and Oisin Murphy. Dettori's US agent Ron Anderson joins the show off the back of Dettori's Santa Anita 4-timer on Saturday night, while Hugo Palmer reflects on his valuable success with the Murphy-ridden Flaming Rib in Doha the same day. Oliver St Lawrence drops in to talk about the huge auction of stallion nominations that goes online with Tattersalls today in aid of the DEC Turkey/Syria appeal and Giving for Ukraine.

This week, Ben & Greg share their past cooks. Show HighlightsShish KabobsSmash BurgersBrats/Hot Dogs/Chicken SausagesChicken Burrito SkilletUpcoming CooksRecipe: https://burnpitbbq.com/blogs/news/chicken-burrito-skilletBurn Pit BBQ Supplies: www.burnpitbbq.comFollow Burn Pit BBQ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/burnpitbbqguys/ Facebook: ​https://www.facebook.com/burnpitbbq TikTok: ​https://www.tiktok.com/@burnpitbbq About Burn Pit BBQ: Welcome to the official Burn Pit BBQ YouTube channel! Originally founded to make grilling less intimidating, this hobby turned passion turned business started out as a blog to connect grill enthusiasts across the country and provide a community among them. Launched in 2020, Marine Corps veteran Greg Fischer and Navy Sailor Ben Kreple realized that all the tips, tricks, and recipes out there focused on sauces and rubs that used a ton of artificial ingredients. Wanting something more wholesome without a lack of flavor, Greg & Ben set out to make the kind of products that barbecue enthusiasts everywhere would feel good about reaching for and be even more excited to chow down on. Proudly made in Wisconsin, Burn Pit BBQ sauces, rubs, and seasonings are made with all-natural ingredients without any cholesterol, MSG or corn syrup. The chefs and grill masters behind the recipes painstakingly selected every ingredient not only for better quality but also for the way it helps achieve the ultimate juicy grilled-to-perfection creations. But delicious sauces aren't the only things that make Burn Pit BBQ smoke the competition. #burnpitbbq

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Episode 126 - The Shish Time - Ft Qoy In this episode, we talk about: Do you speak Yoruba? Solo trip to New York How do you want someone to react when you get them a gift? Love languages, showing love and care What were your vices? and much more Share your thoughts with us and lets keep the conversation going! Follow us on TikTok: @wyhapod Follow us on Instagram: @wyhapod Follow us on Twitter: @wyhapod Watch the full episode on YouTube: WYHA Podcast

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