Tugging One For The Team – Part 1

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My beautiful mature wife, Candy, was relentlessly tugging and stroking with one well-lubed hand while with the other she was tickling and gently scratching lower down. She was whispering encouragement and waiting for the explosion that was building. The only problem was, it wasn’t me she was jacking off, but a young man we had met only a few days before and I was listening to everything from my hiding place with a mixture of excitement and anguish. Pour yourself a drink and settle in while I explain how we found ourselves in this unique situation. Make sure to take your time with the dialog. That’s where the real story lies.We were on our annual two-week summer vacation and had returned to Pinhook Lake and the same cabin we had the previous year when we had some of the most exciting adventures of our lives with a bunch of horny fishermen in the next cabin, but that’s another story. Our fisherman friends didn’t seem to be around this year. I’m not sure if I was disappointed or relieved and I had no idea what Candace was thinking. Oh – it was also my birthday week when I sometimes ask my beautiful and loving wife for a gift of a very special kind.As we arrived and unpacked I noticed a good-looking boy – a young man, really – mowing the lawn around the property. He smiled brightly and waved a greeting as he mowed near our cabin. I couldn’t help but notice that he looked strong and fit, like an athlete. He was wearing old sneakers, a worn pair of cut-off jeans, and no shirt. He was tan, nearly hairless and had an impressive six-pack. His longish hair was a glossy blond.I don’t know what it was, but my mind started wandering to possibilities of an erotic nature. Maybe it was reminiscing about the adventures we had the previous year that got me going. Those were some of the most intense experiences we ever had and they had satisfied my strange hunger for kinky adventures for a while, but I was feeling the urge for something new. I hoped my lovely innocent wife might be willing to play along.“Honey, it looks like the guys from last year aren’t here. Someone else is in their cabin. Maybe we missed their week.”“Really?” I thought you would have checked on that beforehand,” she said with a strong note of sarcasm.“Why would you say that, darling? You don’t think I’d try to set you up, do you?”“Ha!”“Well, they’re not here…But it is my birthday week…”“Oh, boy. I guess I’m lucky they’re not here, then. Don’t go getting any of your crazy ideas.”“It looks like you don’t have anything to worry about, there’s no one around.””Whew!”We were tired from the long drive so we took a nap and then woke up well-rested and prepared a light dinner in the cabin. It was too late to go into town. As I lay on the bed relaxing after dinner, I started thinking about all those men last year and all the amazing things my wife did for me and I found myself bahis şirketleri getting aroused. I was trying to dream up possibilities for this year but didn’t come up with much other than the lawn boy. We had never had any adventures with young men before, so this would be new for us and might well be outside Candy’s comfort zone. My dirty mind started sorting through possibilities and began to focus on some hints that Candy dropped about some of her high school adventures. I happened to be in my underwear and Candy happened to notice a bulge in my briefs.“What the hell is that??” she asked with a faux accusatory tone.“Nothing, dear, I was just thinking about you and what a sexy wife you are and how lucky I am to have you.”“I’m glad I can still do that to you after all these years.”“Are you kidding? You turn me on more now than ever, especially when you do special things for me.”“Uh-oh.”“Relax. I’m not planning anything, but being far away from home where nobody knows us and reminiscing about the other birthday gifts you’ve given me is putting me in a very good mood. Are you feeling that way at all?”“You know I like to make you happy, even if you are a pervert.”“I’ll take that as a resounding ‘yes’.”“Just don’t get carried away.”“You know me. I’d never push you to do anything you don’t want to do.”“I often wonder how you manage to push me as far as you do.”“Maybe you secretly want it as much as I do. I know once you surrender, your response is beautiful and amazing.”“I only do it because I know how much it means to you.”“You keep saying that. Where are our drinks? Let’s toast to a meaningful vacation, then.”“Asshole,” she said with a smile. The next afternoon, after a day of shopping for supplies in town she was sunning in a sexy blue two-piece bathing suit. It wasn’t a bikini but showed off her lovely figure and smooth skin very nicely. The boy was back doing some other chores. I was watching from the porch as I enjoyed a pipe and couldn’t help but notice that he was studying her quite carefully any time he was nearby. It almost looked like he was making excuses to walk by her.I felt the wheels in the dark places in my mind gradually coming up to speed, so I went out to strike up a conversation with the kid. My wife noticed what I was doing.“Hi! I’m Allen Miller and that’s Mrs. Miller over there. We’re up for two weeks. I don’t remember seeing you around here last year.”“Hi! I’m Brad. No, this is my first summer working here.”“This must be a great place to work for the summer.”“It’s okay, but kinda lonely.”“No girlfriend?” I asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.“Nah, all the girls go down to the coast for summer jobs. Most of the guys find work around here because we have to get ready for football season.”“I thought you might be an athlete.” That night, we had a simple dinner at the cabin, and after relaxing with bahis firmaları a few drinks were getting ready for bed.“Did you see that young hunk checking you out this afternoon?”“Don’t be silly.”“It’s true. I was watching very carefully. He kept trying to get a good look at you, and I can’t say I blame him. You look fantastic in that suit.”“Cut the bullshit. I know you too well. You’re getting crazy ideas again.”“Moi?? Come over here and tell me about the boys you knew in high school.”“What is this? Story time?”“You know how much it turns me on to hear your stories.”“I don’t have much to tell.”“Don’t give me that. How about that story you told me about that boss that used to feel you up and make you jerk him off? What were you? Sixteen?”“At least sixteen, I think. I wasn’t driving yet and my father would come to pick me up after work and sometimes he’d have to wait for me in the car while I finished jerking Mr. Jackson off.”My cock was growing already as imagined the beautiful budding young girl tugging on a mature man’s cock, making him shoot his big load of semen. She came to sit on the bed beside me.“God, I love that story. Was he the first guy you ever jerked off?”“Well, there was that guy in the maintenance shed down at the beach just before that. He was the first.”“You were so young. That must have been scary.”“Sure. A little. But he worked me up to it so slowly – weeks, really – so that by the time it finally happened, I was really curious and ready.”“That’s good. I’d hate to think you were feeling abused.”“No, not at all. I was nervous but excited and eager to learn.”“You always have been an eager learner. Even now. What did you do with all that learning?”“There was a brief time before I started going steady that I fooled around a little.”“Oh? Do tell!”She lay down beside me and reached out to rub my belly as she spoke.“Well, most of the older boys had cars and they would take me down to the beach to watch the submarine races.”“Submarine races. I love that. My old man used to say that. Wait. Did you say they – plural?”“There was a small group of them. I guess the word got around.”“The word?”“I guess I was a little full of myself after what Mr. Jackson taught me and before I started going steady there were a few weeks when I dated around a little and I got a chance to practice my skills. After I went parking with the first boy, others wanted to take me out, too.”“Did they fuck you?”“God, no. They probably wanted to and a few times I was so horny I wanted more, but I wasn’t ready.”“So what did you do?”“There was the usual kissing and I learned how hot French kissing could get, and I let them feel me up. They really seemed to love my breasts. Even at that age, I had pretty big nipples. They loved to play with my breasts and pinch my nipples. I loved that. Sometimes I wore skirts and I let them reach up and rub me, kaçak bahis siteleri but never under my panties. I could tell how excited they were getting so one night I reached out to see if the guy was hard. That’s when it started.”“What started?”“I started jerking them off.”“There’s that plural again. How many?”“I don’t remember. A few. Four, maybe?”“Four! You little slut!”“I couldn’t help it. Different guys kept asking me out. It was almost like they were taking turns. There were a few times when I had more than one date a day. I couldn’t say ‘no’. I loved doing it.”“What did you do? Tell me.” I slid my shorts down and kicked them off. I was semi-erect. She took the hint.“Well… we would start kissing and then they would start playing with my breasts. I knew they liked to do that and I loved the feeling so sometimes I wouldn’t wear a bra.”“You naughty girl!” She was stroking me and pumping my cock languidly. “Go on.”“After we got all hot and bothered and the windows started steaming up some of them would put my hand on their crotch and some would just open their pants and slide them down for me. Especially the ones I had done before. They seemed so eager.”“You did some guys more than once?! Busy girl! What would they say?”“Some were nice and say ‘please’, others would say stuff about hearing how good I was. I didn’t like the idea of having that kind of reputation and hoped word didn’t get around too much. Some of these guys had steady girlfriends and I didn’t want to make any enemies. The guys were pretty cool about it. But I was sort of proud of what I could do and wasn’t ready to stop until I found my steady boyfriend.”“I bet he benefited from all the practice you had. Tell me how you would do it.”“Okay….” she teased as she reached for a bottle of body lotion on the night table. The next morning, we were up early to go fishing in the canoe and Candy was sunning herself again on the lawn in the afternoon. Brad and another kid were doing chores, but they both seemed to be working near our cabin more than was strictly necessary. I was certain they were checking out my wife. I couldn’t blame them. With her firm smooth body and radiant auburn hair falling to her shoulders, she looked exquisite. I found myself wishing she could take off her top so she could get an even tan and they could enjoy her beauty more fully. My dirty mind kept drifting back to the story she had told me the night before and a small, sinister voice started whispering in my brain.We had a nice dinner in town that evening and as we were in bed for the night I snuggled up with my wife, started stroking her gently and whispered in her ear.“Those guys were checking you out again this afternoon.”“So??” she asked, already sounding a little suspicious. She knows me too well.“You looked so beautiful sitting there, the sun warming your firm body, glistening from the suntan lotion. I’m sure they were thinking about what they would like to do to you.”“Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you, mister?”“Don’t blame me. You’re the one that told me all about your exploits back in high school.”

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