Articles by Meredith

The Unexpected Turn

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I was just 24 years old, fresh out of college, and desperate for a job. My student loans were piling up, and I needed a way to support myself. That’s when I stumbled upon an ad for a secretary position at a local law firm. The pay wasn’t great, but it was a start, and I was eager to begin my career. Little did I know that this job would change my life in ways I never imagined.

On my first day, I met Mr. Harrison, the senior partner at the firm. He was an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties, with a commanding presence and a sharp gaze. His hair was salt-and-pepper, neatly trimmed, and his eyes held a mischievous glint that made me feel a little uneasy. But I needed this job, so I pushed my discomfort aside and introduced myself.

“Ah, Meredith, I presume?” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. “You’re even more beautiful than your resume suggested.”

I blushed at his compliment, feeling a bit flustered. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I’m excited to be here and learn from the best.”

He chuckled, a deep rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “Oh, I can guarantee you’ll learn a lot here, my dear. Especially if you play your cards right.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I smiled politely, hoping to make a good impression. Little did I know that his words would prove to be more prophetic than I could have ever imagined.

As the weeks went by, I settled into my role as Mr. Harrison’s secretary. I was efficient, organized, and always on top of his schedule. But Mr. Harrison seemed to have other things on his mind. He would often find excuses to linger in my office, leaning casually against the door frame, his eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made me squirm in my seat.

“You know, Meredith, you’re quite the catch,” he said one afternoon, his voice low and husky. “A young, beautiful woman like you shouldn’t be wasting her time with paperwork. You should be out there, living life to the fullest.”

I felt my cheeks flush again, but this time, it wasn’t just from embarrassment. There was something about the way he looked at me, something that made my heart race and my skin tingle. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison,” I replied, my voice a little breathless. “I do enjoy my work here, but I appreciate your concern.”

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Oh, I’m not concerned, my dear. I’m simply offering you an opportunity.”

I tilted my head, curious yet cautious. “What kind of opportunity?”

He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a thrill of anticipation through my body. “The kind that could make all your financial worries disappear.”

My heart skipped a beat. I knew I was struggling to make ends meet, and the idea of having my financial burdens lifted was tempting. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mr. Harrison leaned in closer, his breath warm on my cheek. “I’m a man of means, Meredith. I can offer you a substantial raise, but there’s a catch.”

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “What… what kind of catch?”

His hand reached out and gently caressed my cheek, his touch sending shivers down my spine. “I want you, Meredith. I want your body, your youth, your beauty. I want you to be my little secret, my private plaything.”

I was shocked by his boldness, but at the same time, I felt a surge of excitement coursing through my veins. I knew it was wrong, but the thought of being desired by this powerful man was intoxicating. “I… I don’t know what to say,” I stammered.

“Say yes, Meredith,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Say yes, and I’ll make sure you never have to worry about money again.”

I hesitated, torn between my moral compass and my desire for financial stability. But in that moment, my need for security won out. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

A satisfied smile spread across Mr. Harrison’s face. “Excellent. Now, let’s seal the deal, shall we?”

He moved closer, his body pressing against mine, and I felt his hardness through his trousers. My heart was pounding as he gently guided me to the desk, his hands roaming over my body, exploring every curve. I was trembling, both from nervousness and anticipation, as he lifted my skirt, revealing my bare thighs.

“You’re so beautiful, Meredith,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. “So young and fresh.”

I let out a soft moan as his fingers trailed along the edge of my panties, teasing me. “Please, Mr. Harrison,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. “I need you.”

He chuckled, a dark, sensual sound. “Oh, you’ll get what you need, my dear. But first, I want to taste you.”

With that, he pushed my panties aside and buried his face between my thighs. His tongue was hot and wet as it flicked against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I gripped the edge of the desk, my knuckles turning white as I struggled to stay upright under the onslaught of his skilled mouth.

“Oh God, yes!” I cried out, my hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop, please!”

Mr. Harrison seemed to take pleasure in my desperation, his tongue working me relentlessly. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiled spring of tension ready to snap. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he inserted a finger inside me, hitting that sweet spot that sent me over the edge.

“Yes, yes, YES!” I screamed, my body convulsing as the pleasure washed over me in powerful waves. Mr. Harrison held me tightly, his finger still buried deep within me, as I rode out the aftershocks of my climax.

As I lay there, trembling and breathless, Mr. Harrison stood up, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “That was just the beginning, my dear. Now, it’s time for the main event.”

Before I could catch my breath, he had unzipped his trousers, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It was impressive, easily the biggest I had ever seen, and I felt a mixture of excitement and trepidation as he guided it towards my entrance.

“Relax, Meredith,” he whispered, his voice a soothing contrast to the hardness of his cock. “I’ll take care of you.”

I nodded, my heart pounding as he positioned himself at my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled me completely, stretching me in ways I had never experienced before. I let out a gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as he began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm.

“You feel so good, Meredith,” he groaned, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “So tight and wet.”

I moaned in response, my body adjusting to the sensation of being filled so completely. Mr. Harrison’s pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder and deeper, driving me closer to the edge of another orgasm. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass with each powerful stroke, and I knew he was close too.

“Oh yes, fuck me, Mr. Harrison!” I cried out, my hands gripping the desk for support. “Fuck me harder!”

He obliged, pounding into me with abandon, his cock slamming against my cervix with each thrust. I could feel my orgasm building again, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

“I’m going to come, Meredith!” he grunted, his voice strained. “Where do you want it?”

I was beyond words, lost in a haze of pleasure. “Inside me,” I managed to gasp. “Fill me up, please!”

With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself deep within me, his hot cum flooding my pussy. I could feel his cock twitching as he came, and the sensation sent me over the edge once more, my body convulsing in a powerful orgasm.

We collapsed onto the desk, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. Mr. Harrison kissed my neck, his breath ragged against my skin. “That was incredible, Meredith. You’re quite the little vixen.”

I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction and relief. “Thank you, Mr. Harrison. I… I think I need a moment to recover.”

He chuckled, his hand stroking my hair. “Take all the time you need, my dear. But remember, this is just the beginning. I have a feeling we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

As I straightened my clothes and tried to regain my composure, I knew that my life had taken an unexpected turn. I had crossed a line, made a deal with the devil, and there was no going back. But as I looked into Mr. Harrison’s eyes, I couldn’t help but wonder what other pleasures and secrets this new arrangement would reveal.

Meredith’s Erotic Encounter

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I knew something was different the moment I stepped into the dimly lit bedroom. The air was thick with anticipation, and a musky scent hung heavy, hinting at the erotic encounter that awaited. My heart raced as I realized this was the night I’d finally get what I craved. George, my loving boyfriend, had noticed my unfulfilled desires and suggested a tantalizing solution. He’d offered to bring another man into our bedroom, a man with the equipment to satisfy my needs.

I, Meredith, a mature woman in her prime at 53 years old, felt a surge of excitement as I spotted George sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His short, dark hair and lean frame exuded a boyish charm that had always attracted me to younger men. But tonight, it was the anticipation of another man’s touch that had my pulse quickening.

“You look stunning, Meredith,” George whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. I smiled, feeling a rush of power as I gazed down at my own reflection in the full-length mirror. My short blonde hair framed my pretty face, and my blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. My body, toned and curvy, was dressed in a sheer black negligee that accentuated my full breasts and hinted at the wetness between my thighs.

“I’m ready, George,” I purred, my voice low and sultry. “Where is he?”

George’s smile widened, and he gestured towards the door. “He’s right on time. I told him you were eager to meet him.”

As if on cue, there was a soft knock, and the door opened to reveal a tall, broad-shouldered man. His dark eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of raw desire. This was Emilio, George’s friend, the man with the legendary endowment.

Emilio stepped into the room, his presence commanding. He was handsome, with chiseled features and a confident stride. His muscular body was clad in a tight black t-shirt and jeans, hinting at the powerful physique beneath. But it was the noticeable bulge in his pants that truly captured my attention.

“Meredith, this is Emilio,” George introduced, his voice laced with excitement. “Emilio, meet the beautiful woman I’ve been telling you about.”

I felt my cheeks flush as Emilio’s gaze traveled over my body, his eyes lingering on my exposed cleavage. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Meredith,” he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. “George has told me so much about you.”

George’s eyes gleamed as he stood up, his hands resting on my shoulders. “I thought we’d start with a little show for our guest. Let him see what he’s in for.”

I bit my lip, feeling a mix of nervousness and arousal. George guided me to the bed, his touch gentle yet firm. He positioned me on the edge, my legs slightly apart, exposing the dampness of my panties.

“Show him what a wet, hungry pussy looks like, baby,” George whispered, his breath hot on my neck.

I let out a soft moan, my fingers sliding under the negligee to tease my nipples. They were already hard, aching for attention. I pinched and rolled them, my eyes fluttering shut as pleasure washed over me.

“That’s it, Meredith. Let him see how much you want it,” George encouraged, his voice thick with arousal.

I opened my eyes to find Emilio standing just a few feet away, his gaze fixed on my hand as it moved between my legs. His breathing had quickened, and the bulge in his pants had grown more prominent.

“Touch yourself, Meredith,” George urged. “Let him see how you like to be touched.”

My fingers slid beneath the lace of my panties, finding the swollen bud of my clit. I circled it gently, my breath catching as pleasure spiked through me. I let out a soft whimper, my hips arching off the bed, offering myself to Emilio’s hungry gaze.

“She’s so fucking wet, Emilio. Look how much she wants your big cock,” George said, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and jealousy.

Emilio took a step closer, his eyes never leaving my hand as I pleasured myself. “I can see that, George. She’s gorgeous, and so fucking hot.”

I felt a rush of satisfaction at Emilio’s words, my fingers moving faster, circling my clit with increasing pressure. I was close, so close to the edge.

“That’s it, baby. Come for him,” George urged, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider.

My breath came in short gasps as I focused on the sensations building within me. I let out a soft cry as my orgasm crashed over me, my body trembling as waves of pleasure pulsed through my core.

“Fuck, she’s beautiful when she cums,” Emilio said, his voice rough with desire.

I lay back on the bed, my chest heaving, my body still quivering from the aftershocks of my climax. George moved to my side, his hand stroking my hair.

“That was just the beginning, baby,” he whispered. “Now it’s time for the main event.”

I smiled up at him, my heart racing with anticipation. George stood and moved to the side, gesturing for Emilio to take his place. I propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes never leaving Emilio as he approached.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his hands slowly unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and abs. My mouth went dry as he peeled off his shirt, tossing it aside.

“You’re stunning, Meredith,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

I felt a rush of heat as he climbed onto the bed, his muscular body looming over me. His hands gently pushed my negligee off my shoulders, baring my breasts. I arched my back, offering them to him, my nipples already taut and aching.

Emilio’s lips descended on my right breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. I let out a soft moan, my hands tangling in his thick, dark hair. His mouth suckled, drawing my nipple deep into his mouth, and I arched my back, pushing my breast further into his mouth.

“You taste so fucking sweet, Meredith,” he murmured between kisses.

His hands roamed my body, tracing the curves of my waist and hips before sliding beneath my panties. His fingers found my wetness, and he groaned as he explored my folds, his touch sending sparks of pleasure through me.

“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin.

I whimpered, my hips rising to meet his touch. “Please, Emilio…”

He chuckled, a deep, sensual sound. “Patience, beautiful. I want to savor every inch of you.”

His fingers teased my entrance, circling, but not entering. I squirmed, desperate for the invasion I craved. “Please…” I begged again.

With a low, throaty laugh, Emilio finally slid a finger inside me, his touch gentle yet firm. I gasped, my body clenching around his digit. He added another finger, stretching me, preparing me for what was to come.

“You feel so fucking good, Meredith,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. “So tight and wet.”

I moaned, my hands gripping his shoulders as he worked his fingers in and out, building the tension within me. I was ready, more than ready for the thick length of his cock.

“Please, Emilio, I need you,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse with need.

He withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. I whimpered, my eyes pleading with him. With a slow, deliberate movement, he unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving mine.

“You’re going to get what you’ve been craving, beautiful,” he promised, his voice a low growl.

I watched, transfixed, as he unzipped his jeans, revealing the impressive bulge of his erection straining against his boxers. He pushed his pants down, freeing his thick, rigid cock.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of his massive erection. It was thick and long, the head glistening with pre-cum. I licked my lips, my body trembling with anticipation.

“Oh my,” I whispered, my eyes wide as I took in the sheer size of him.

“That’s right, baby,” George said, his voice filled with excitement. “That’s the cock that’s going to make you scream.”

Emilio’s eyes locked with mine as he climbed between my thighs, his cock poised at my entrance. I felt the head nudge my wetness, and I arched my back, pushing myself against him.

“Take me, Emilio,” I begged, my voice hoarse.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he impaled me, filling me inch by inch. I gasped, my body stretching to accommodate his girth. He was enormous, and the sensation of being so completely filled was exquisite.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, his voice strained as he held himself still, letting me adjust to his size.

I whimpered, my body clenching around him. “Move, please…”

He began to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back into me, his hips snapping forward with each thrust. I cried out, my body welcoming the hard, deep strokes.

“That’s it, take my cock, beautiful,” he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with each thrust. His cock pounded into me, hitting all the right spots, sending me spiraling towards another climax.

“Oh God, Emilio, I’m close,” I panted, my nails digging into his shoulders.

“Cum for me, Meredith,” he growled, his pace increasing. “Cum on my cock.”

His words sent me over the edge, and I shattered around him, my body convulsing as pleasure ripped through me. I cried out, my release drenching his cock as he continued to thrust, driving me higher.

“That’s it, beautiful. Milk my cock,” he grunted, his own release building.

With a final, powerful thrust, Emilio buried himself deep within me, his cock twitching as he emptied his load, filling me with his hot seed. I clung to him, my body trembling as aftershocks rippled through me.

We lay entangled, our hearts racing and our bodies slick with sweat. Emilio’s heavy breaths tickled my neck, and I felt his cock twitch inside me, still semi-hard.

“That was incredible, Meredith,” he whispered, his voice rough with satisfaction.

I smiled, my fingers tracing the contours of his muscular back. “You were amazing, Emilio. Exactly what I needed.”

As we caught our breath, George approached the bed, his eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and jealousy. “I’m glad you enjoyed it, baby,” he said, his voice laced with affection. “Now, it’s my turn to clean up.”

I smiled, understanding his desire. I spread my legs wider, exposing the mess of our passion. Emilio’s thick cock, still semi-erect, glistened with our combined juices.

George knelt between my thighs, his eyes fixed on Emilio’s cock. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lick the length of Emilio’s shaft, cleaning away the evidence of our pleasure.

Emilio groaned, his cock twitching as George’s warm mouth enveloped him, sucking and licking, cleaning every inch. I watched, my body still buzzing with pleasure, as George savored the taste of our lovemaking.

“You taste so fucking good, Meredith,” George murmured, his eyes closing in ecstasy as he feasted on the remnants of our passion.

Emilio’s hand found my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple as he watched George’s performance. I moaned softly, my body still sensitive from the intense orgasm.

When George had finished, he sat back on his heels, a satisfied smile on his face. “Now, that’s what I call a perfect night.”

I reached for him, pulling him up for a kiss. “Thank you, both of you,” I whispered, my voice filled with gratitude. “That was exactly what I needed.”

Emilio smiled, his dark eyes holding mine. “Anytime, beautiful. Just say the word.”

As I lay there, my body sated and my mind buzzing with the memory of the night’s events, I knew this was just the beginning. The cuckold arrangement George had suggested had not only satisfied my physical needs but had also unlocked a new level of erotic exploration. I couldn’t wait to see what other pleasures awaited, knowing that George’s desire to watch and clean up would only add to the intensity of future encounters.

The Secret Affair

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I should have known better than to snoop around like that. But curiosity got the better of me, and little did I know, that innocent peek would lead to a night of forbidden passion. It all started when I went to visit my old college friend, Brenda, for the weekend. She had invited me to stay over at her place, a cozy suburban home, to catch up on old times. As I settled into the guest room, I noticed the closet door was slightly ajar, and a thin ray of light was seeping through a crack in the paneling. Intrigued, I approached it, wondering if it was a hidden window or a crack in the wall.

As I moved closer, I realized the crack was just wide enough to provide a glimpse into the adjacent room—Max’s room, Brenda’s son. I felt a twinge of guilt, but my curiosity got the better of me. I peered through the crack, expecting to see an ordinary teenage boy’s room. But what I saw took my breath away.

Max, a tall, lanky 18-year-old with dark hair and a mischievous smile, was sitting at his desk, his computer screen glowing in the dimly lit room. At first, I thought he was doing homework, but as I watched, I realized he was watching something on his computer—something that had him completely engrossed.

My heart raced as I realized it was porn. Max was watching a video of a mature woman, a MILF, being seduced by a younger man. The woman’s moans filled the room, and Max’s eyes were glued to the screen. I felt a rush of excitement as I watched him, knowing I shouldn’t be spying on him like this, but unable to look away.

As the video reached its climax, Max’s hand moved to his crotch, and he began to stroke himself through his jeans. I could see the bulge growing, and my own body responded, my nipples hardening under my shirt. I bit my lip, feeling a strange mix of arousal and guilt. Max’s breathing became heavier, and he unzipped his pants, freeing his erect cock.

He started stroking himself, his hand moving in a steady rhythm. I watched, transfixed, as his long, slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, his thumb teasing the tip. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back in pleasure. I could see the muscles in his forearm flexing with each stroke, and my own hand unconsciously moved to my thigh, my fingers curling into the fabric of my pants.

Max’s moans filled the room, and I could see his face contort with pleasure. I imagined what it would be like to be the one touching him, to feel his hard cock in my hand. I bit my lip harder, trying to stifle my own moans as I watched him bring himself to the edge.

And then, it happened. Max’s body tensed, and he let out a low, guttural groan as he came. His hand moved faster, milking his cock as he shot his load onto his stomach and the desk. I watched, mesmerized, as his cum glistened in the dim light. My own breath was ragged, and I felt a throbbing between my legs, a wetness forming in my panties.

Max slumped back in his chair, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. I realized I had been holding my breath, too, and let out a quiet sigh. I felt a rush of adrenaline and guilt as I realized what I had just witnessed. I quickly stepped away from the closet, my heart pounding.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to act normal, chatting with Brenda over dinner and pretending everything was fine. But my mind kept drifting back to Max, and the image of him stroking his cock was burned into my memory. I couldn’t believe I had just watched my friend’s son masturbate, and the thought of it made me both excited and ashamed.

As the night wore on, I retired to the guest room, unable to shake the arousal that had been building since my clandestine viewing. I lay in bed, my body tingling with desire. I knew I should be sleeping, but my mind kept replaying the scene from earlier. I felt my hand drift down to my pussy, my fingers tracing the outline of my wetness through my panties.

I couldn’t help myself; I had to touch myself. I slid my hand inside my panties, my fingers immediately greeted by the warmth and wetness of my arousal. I moaned softly, my body craving release. I began to stroke my clit, my fingers moving in slow circles, imagining it was Max’s hand on me.

As I brought myself closer to the edge, I heard a soft creak from the door. My eyes flew open, and I froze, my hand still between my legs. There, in the doorway, stood Max, his eyes wide with surprise. I realized he must have heard my moans and come to investigate.

“Meredith?” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Are you okay?”

I was mortified, caught in the act by the very person I had been fantasizing about. I tried to pull my hand away, but it was too late. Max had seen everything.

“I… I’m sorry,” I stammered, my face flushing with embarrassment. “I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

Max took a step into the room, his eyes never leaving mine. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I just… I heard noises and wanted to check on you.”

I could see the bulge in his pajama pants, and I knew he was aroused. The thought of him watching me touch myself sent a jolt of desire through my body. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but I couldn’t deny the intense attraction I felt towards him.

“Come here,” I whispered, patting the bed beside me.

Max hesitated for a moment, then closed the door softly and approached the bed. I moved over, making room for him. He sat down, his body close to mine, and I could feel the heat radiating from him.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. “I kept thinking about what I saw earlier.”

Max’s eyes darkened, and he leaned in close, his breath warm on my neck. “Me too,” he murmured. “I couldn’t get the image of you out of my mind.”

I turned to face him, our lips inches apart. “Show me,” I whispered, my voice laced with desire.

Max’s hands found my waist, and he pulled me towards him, his lips crashing down on mine. The kiss was hungry, passionate, and I could taste the desire on his tongue. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, our bodies pressing together.

His hands roamed over my body, exploring my curves through my thin nightgown. I moaned into his mouth, my hands tugging at his shirt, eager to feel his skin. He broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I want you,” he whispered, his voice raw with need.

I nodded, my heart pounding. “I want you, too.”

Max’s hands found the hem of my nightgown, and he lifted it over my head, revealing my naked body to his hungry gaze. I shivered as his eyes traveled over my breasts, my nipples already hard and aching. He cupped them in his hands, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks, making me arch into his touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips finding my neck, his teeth gently grazing my skin.

I ran my hands down his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his warm skin. I unbuttoned his pajama top, exposing his toned torso, and traced my fingers along the ridges of his abs. He sucked in a sharp breath as I lowered my hand, my fingers brushing the waistband of his pajama bottoms.

“Touch me,” he pleaded, his voice thick with desire.

I smiled, my fingers already reaching for the drawstring of his pants. I tugged them down, revealing his hard cock, standing proudly, already glistening with pre-cum. I stroked him gently, my fingers wrapping around his length, feeling his throbbing veins.

“Oh, Meredith,” he groaned, his head falling back as I pumped my hand up and down his shaft.

I wanted to taste him, to feel him in my mouth. I leaned down, taking the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, tasting his salty essence. He moaned, his hands threading through my hair, guiding my movements as I took more of him into my eager mouth.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he whispered, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take him deeper.

I sucked him eagerly, my hand stroking the base of his cock as I bobbed my head, taking him to the back of my throat. He was so hard, so thick, and I loved the way he filled my mouth. I could feel his balls tightening as his orgasm approached.

“I’m gonna come, Meredith,” he warned, his voice strained.

I pulled off his cock, my hand stroking him faster, wanting to see him lose control. He gripped the bedsheets, his body tensing, and then he exploded, his hot cum shooting onto my breasts, some landing on my face, the taste of him mixing with my own arousal.

“Oh, God,” he panted, his body trembling.

I smiled, licking his cum from my lips. “That was incredible.”

Max collapsed beside me, his chest rising and falling rapidly. I snuggled up to him, my hand resting on his chest, feeling his heart racing.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” he said, his voice filled with both satisfaction and guilt.

I turned to face him, my finger tracing his jawline. “Why not? We’re both consenting adults.”

He shook his head. “You’re my mom’s friend. It’s just… complicated.”

I understood his concern, but I couldn’t deny the connection we had just shared. “It doesn’t have to be complicated,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him gently. “This can be our secret.”

Max smiled, his eyes filled with desire and uncertainty. “Our secret, huh?”

I nodded, my hand finding his cock again, already hardening at my touch. “And there’s no reason we can’t enjoy each other while we’re here.”

He groaned, pulling me closer, his lips finding mine once more. “I think I can agree to that.”

And so, in the quiet of the night, with the risk of being discovered by Brenda, we began a passionate affair, exploring each other’s bodies with a hunger that could not be denied.

Fucking my Brother in law

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I couldn’t believe I was doing this. There I was, a 53-year-old woman, about to engage in a secret affair with my sister’s husband, Dylan. It all started so innocently, or so I thought.

I hadn’t seen my sister, Diana, in years, not since she moved across the country with her new husband. I always got along well with Dylan; he was younger than me, probably in his late thirties, with dark, brooding eyes and a smile that could make your knees weak. I remembered noticing him at Diana’s wedding, thinking how handsome he was, but I brushed it off as the natural attraction to a handsome man on such a romantic occasion.

When I planned a trip near their town, I thought it would be a great opportunity to reconnect with my sister. I missed her terribly, and the thought of seeing her again excited me. I hadn’t told her I was coming, wanting to surprise her. Little did I know, I was in for a surprise of my own.

As I pulled up to their cozy little house, my heart raced. It had been too long since I’d seen my sister, and I couldn’t wait to embrace her. I knocked on the door, my eyes scanning the surroundings, taking in the neatly trimmed hedges and the warm glow of the porch light. The door swung open, and there stood Dylan, looking even more attractive than I remembered. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his eyes lit up with recognition.

“Meredith! What a wonderful surprise!” His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes traveled over my body, taking in my short blonde hair and the curves that had developed over the years. I felt a sudden heat between my thighs, an unfamiliar sensation that caught me off guard.

“I thought I’d drop by and see you both. It’s been ages!” I said, my voice slightly breathless.

“Diana’s not here right now. She went to the store to get some groceries. But please, come in.” He stepped aside, holding the door open for me.

I entered the house, my heart pounding. The living room was cozy, with soft lighting and a warm ambiance. I felt a bit self-conscious as I sat on the couch, my eyes darting around, taking in the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings.

“Can I get you something to drink? Coffee, maybe?” Dylan offered, his voice warm and inviting.

“Coffee would be lovely,” I replied, my eyes lingering on his strong hands as he walked towards the kitchen. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something about this visit was different, electric almost.

As he returned with two steaming mugs, I noticed the way his jeans hugged his muscular thighs. He handed me a cup, his fingers brushing mine, sending a jolt of awareness through my body. I took a sip, my eyes never leaving his.

“So, how have you been, Meredith?” His voice was low, his gaze intense.

“I’ve been good,” I replied, my throat suddenly dry. “And you? How’s married life treating you?”

“It’s…” He paused, setting his mug on the coffee table. “It’s complicated. Diana and I have been going through some things.”

I leaned forward, my interest piqued. “Oh? What kind of things?”

Dylan sighed, running a hand through his hair. “She’s not as… adventurous as I’d like in the bedroom. It’s been a bit frustrating, to be honest.”

My heart raced at his confession. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation, but I found myself drawn to his honesty.

“I understand,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “It’s important to have that connection, that spark.”

As I spoke, Dylan’s eyes seemed to darken, and he took a step closer. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and my breath quickened.

“I’ve always found you attractive, Meredith,” he said, his voice hoarse. “And seeing you here, now… it’s making it hard to resist.”

My body tingled with desire. I knew I should stop this, but the temptation was too great. I wanted to feel desired, to experience the passion that had been missing from my life for so long.

“I’ve always thought you were handsome, Dylan,” I confessed, my voice trembling.

In that moment, all rational thought escaped me. Dylan closed the distance between us, his lips crashing onto mine with a hunger that matched my own. I responded eagerly, my hands gripping his shoulders, pulling him closer. His kiss was intense, demanding, and I could taste the longing and desire on his tongue.

His hands roamed over my body, cupping my breasts through my blouse, his thumbs brushing over my nipples, causing them to harden instantly. I moaned into his mouth, my inhibitions melting away.

“Oh, Dylan,” I breathed, as he broke the kiss, his lips trailing down my neck, leaving a trail of fire.

He gently pushed me back onto the couch, his kisses becoming more urgent as they traveled lower. I arched my back, offering myself to him, my hands tangling in his hair, guiding him to the spot between my thighs.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with need. “I want to feel you.”

Dylan didn’t need to be told twice. With a growl, he ripped my panties off, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. I gasped as his tongue found my clit, circling it slowly, teasingly. I was already so wet, and his skilled tongue only added to the building pleasure.

“You taste so sweet,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

His tongue delved deeper, exploring every inch of my pussy, flicking and probing, driving me wild. I bucked against his face, my hands gripping the cushions, my breath coming in short gasps.

“Yes, there… oh, Dylan!” I cried out as he found the perfect spot, his tongue relentlessly working my clit.

The pleasure was intense, unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core. Dylan seemed to sense it too, his tongue working faster, his fingers joining in, sliding inside me, filling me with a delicious fullness.

“Cum for me, Meredith,” he urged, his voice a raspy command. “Let go.”

His words were all it took to send me over the edge. I cried out, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel my juices flowing freely, coating his face, but he didn’t seem to mind, continuing to lap at my sensitive flesh, drawing out every last bit of pleasure.

As my orgasm subsided, I lay there, boneless and satisfied, my chest heaving. Dylan moved up, his lips finding mine, sharing the taste of my release.

“That was incredible,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the contours of his face.

“You’re incredible,” he replied, his eyes dark with desire. “And we’re not done yet.”

I smiled, a mischievous glint in my eyes. “I certainly hope not.”

Just then, we heard the front door open, and Diana’s voice called out, “Honey, I’m home!”

Dylan and I froze, our eyes wide with panic. We scrambled to compose ourselves, straightening our clothes, our hearts racing.

“In here, Diana!” Dylan called out, his voice strained.

My sister walked in, her arms loaded with grocery bags. “Meredith! I had no idea you were coming. What a wonderful surprise!”

I managed a smile, my heart still pounding. “I thought I’d drop by and see you both. It’s been too long.”

Diana set the bags on the counter, her eyes darting between us. “I’m so glad you’re here. We have so much to catch up on.”

As I sat there, sipping the now-cold coffee, I couldn’t help but smile to myself. I knew I had crossed a line, but the taste of Dylan’s lips and the memory of his skilled tongue were still fresh in my mind. I looked forward to the rest of my visit, knowing that this was just the beginning of a passionate affair, one that would satisfy my desires and keep me coming back for more.

The Psychic’s Seductive Prophecy

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I had always been a curious soul, seeking adventure and excitement in the most unexpected places. At 53 years old, I prided myself on my youthful spirit and my insatiable appetite for life’s pleasures. My short blonde hair, a rebellious choice I’d made in my younger days, now framed my mature face, and my blue eyes sparkled with mischief. My body, though softened by age, still held a certain allure, especially my B-cup breasts, which I knew how to showcase to great effect.

On a whim, I decided to visit a psychic, a mysterious woman who had set up her crystal ball and tarot cards in a dimly lit booth at the local fair. I had always been skeptical of such things, but something about this particular seer drew me in. Perhaps it was her enigmatic smile or the way her dark eyes seemed to see right through me.

I entered her booth, the scent of incense filling my nostrils, and took a seat across from her. The psychic, a woman with long, flowing robes and an air of otherworldly wisdom, studied me for a moment before speaking.

“You seek answers, Meredith,” she said, her voice like velvet. “Answers about your future, about the passions that await you.”

I was taken aback; she knew my name without me introducing myself. “Yes, I suppose I do,” I replied, my voice laced with curiosity. “Can you tell me what lies ahead?”

The psychic closed her eyes, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks. She began to speak in a low, hypnotic tone, her words sending shivers down my spine.

“I see a man, a handsome stranger, entering your life very soon. He is successful, charismatic, and younger than you, my dear. But age is but a number when it comes to the heart’s desires.”

My breath caught in my throat. A younger man? The idea intrigued me, as I had always been attracted to the energy and vitality of youth. I leaned forward, eager to hear more.

“This man will sweep you off your feet, Meredith. He will appreciate your beauty, your wisdom, and the experience that only a woman of your years can offer. And in his arms, you will discover a sexual awakening like no other.”

My cheeks flushed at her words. I had always enjoyed a healthy sex life, but the thought of a passionate affair with a younger man was exhilarating. The psychic’s eyes snapped open, and she fixed me with an intense gaze.

“His touch will ignite a fire within you. He will worship your body, exploring every inch with eager hands and lips. You will moan with pleasure as he brings you to heights of ecstasy you’ve only dreamed of.”

I felt my pulse quicken, my body responding to her vivid description. The psychic’s words were like a sensual spell, casting a web of desire around me.

“Imagine his strong hands caressing your soft skin, his fingers tracing the curves of your breasts, and his mouth, oh, his mouth will pay homage to your most intimate places. You will be his goddess, and he will be your devoted servant in the art of pleasure.”

I could almost feel her words coming to life, as if the psychic’s prophecy was already unfolding before me. My mind painted a vivid picture of this mysterious man, his face a blur, but his touch and kiss imprinted on my skin.

“And you, Meredith, will teach him the secrets of your body. You will guide him, showing him how to pleasure a woman who knows her own desires. Together, you will create a symphony of moans and gasps, a sensual dance that will leave you both breathless.”

The psychic’s voice grew softer, her words like a gentle caress. “This encounter will change you, my dear. It will remind you of the power and beauty of your sexuality. Embrace it, for it is a gift to be cherished.”

As her prophecy came to an end, I sat there, breathless and aroused. I thanked the psychic, my voice hoarse with desire, and left her booth, my mind racing with anticipation.

The following week, fate intervened in the most delightful way. I was at a networking event, mingling with professionals from various fields, when I spotted him. The man from the psychic’s vision stood across the room, his eyes locked on me. He was indeed younger, perhaps in his early thirties, with dark hair and a confident smile.

As if drawn by an invisible thread, I made my way towards him, my heart pounding. He held out his hand, introducing himself as Jake. His touch sent a spark of electricity through my body, and I knew in that instant that the psychic’s words were coming true.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, his voice deep and alluring. “I had a feeling we were destined to meet.”

I smiled, my heart fluttering with excitement. “I believe you’re right. I’ve been told that our meeting was foretold.”

Jake’s eyes widened with intrigue. “A psychic, perhaps? Someone who saw the fire we could ignite together?”

I nodded, unable to resist the pull of his charm. “Something like that. And I must say, I’m eager to see if her predictions come true.”

He leaned closer, his breath warm on my skin. “Then let’s not keep the fates waiting. How about we continue this conversation over dinner? Just you and me, getting to know each other intimately.”

I accepted his invitation without hesitation. We left the event together, his arm brushing against mine, sending delightful shivers down my spine. As we walked to a nearby restaurant, I felt a connection unlike any I had experienced before.

Over dinner, we talked and laughed, sharing stories of our lives. Jake was captivating, his intelligence and success evident in his every word. But it was the way he looked at me, with a mixture of admiration and raw desire, that truly captivated my heart.

As the evening drew to a close, Jake suggested we retire to his place, a penthouse apartment with a breathtaking view of the city. I agreed, my body humming with anticipation. The elevator ride up was filled with charged silence, our eyes locked in a silent agreement of what was to come.

Stepping into his apartment, I was struck by its modern elegance. Jake led me to the bedroom, where soft candlelight bathed the space in a warm glow. He turned to face me, his eyes dark with passion.

“Now, my beautiful Meredith, let’s explore the prophecy that brought us together,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with want.

I stepped into his embrace, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. He kissed me then, a kiss that started softly but quickly escalated into a hungry exploration of lips and tongues. I moaned into his mouth, my body already on fire.

Jake’s hands roamed over my body, his touch both gentle and possessive. He unbuttoned my blouse, revealing my lace bra and the swell of my breasts. His fingers traced the lace, teasing my sensitive nipples, causing me to arch into his touch.

“You’re exquisite,” he murmured against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. “I want to worship every inch of you.”

I guided his hands lower, urging him to unfasten my skirt. As it fell to the floor, I stepped out of it, now clad only in my lingerie. Jake’s eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of my curves.

“You’re a goddess,” he breathed, his hands sliding down my hips to cup my bare ass. He pulled me closer, his erection pressing against my belly, a delicious promise of what was to come.

I wanted to taste him, to feel his desire on my tongue. I sank to my knees, my hands gliding up his thighs, and slowly unbuttoned his pants. He let out a sharp intake of breath as I freed his straining cock, already slick with pre-cum.

“Oh, fuck, Meredith,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. “Suck me, please.”

I obliged, taking him into my mouth, my lips sliding down his length. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his salty sweetness, and then took him deeper, my throat welcoming his thickness. Jake’s hands tightened in my hair, guiding my rhythm as I sucked and stroked him with abandon.

“You’re incredible,” he gasped, his hips thrusting gently, encouraging me to take more of him. “I can’t hold back much longer.”

I wanted him to climax, to feel his release on my tongue. I increased my pace, my mouth working him feverishly, until with a hoarse cry, he came, his warm cum filling my mouth. I savored the taste of him, swallowing every drop, my eyes locked on his as I pleased him.

Jake pulled me to my feet, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss, tasting himself on my tongue. “Your turn now,” he whispered, his hands sliding down to the waistband of my panties.

He eased them down my thighs, his fingers trailing along my wetness, making me tremble. I stepped out of my lingerie, now completely naked, and he led me to the bed, laying me down gently.

“Let me show you how much I’ve been longing for this,” he said, his voice a husky purr.

He kissed his way down my body, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of fire. He teased my nipples, sucking and nibbling until I was writhing beneath him, my back arching off the bed. Then, he continued his descent, kissing my belly and the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, making me squirm with anticipation.

When his mouth finally reached my pussy, I let out a soft cry. His tongue parted my folds, seeking out my clit, and began to lick and suck, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned his name, my fingers threading through his hair, urging him on.

“Yes, Jake, right there,” I pleaded, my hips rising to meet his mouth.

He obliged, his tongue flicking and circling my sensitive bud, driving me closer to the edge. I was on the brink of orgasm, my body taut with need, when he suddenly stopped, his breath hot against my wetness.

“Not yet, my love,” he whispered, his voice filled with wicked promise. “I want to make this last.”

He replaced his mouth with his fingers, sliding two inside me, stretching and filling me as he continued to tease my clit with his thumb. I cried out, my body desperate for release, but he kept up his relentless rhythm, driving me higher and higher.

“Please, Jake, I can’t take much more,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire.

He chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through my body. “I want to hear you beg for it, Meredith. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to make me come,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand. “Please, fuck me with your fingers and make me scream.”

His fingers quickened their pace, thrusting in and out, hitting all the right spots. His thumb continued its relentless assault on my clit, and I felt my orgasm building, an intense pressure coiling within me.

“That’s it, my beautiful woman,” he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. “Let go, let me feel you come around my fingers.”

His words were the final push I needed. I cried out his name as my orgasm exploded through me, my body shaking with the force of my release. I clenched around his fingers, my juices flowing freely, and he continued to stroke me through the waves of pleasure, milking every last drop of ecstasy.

As my breathing slowed, Jake moved up my body, his lips finding mine in a tender kiss. “That was incredible, Meredith. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

I smiled, my body still buzzing with pleasure. “It was the psychic’s prophecy come true. And I have a feeling this is just the beginning.”

Jake’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Oh, we’ve only just begun, my love. There’s so much more pleasure to explore. And I intend to make every prediction a reality.”

I couldn’t wait to see what the future held, knowing that each moment with Jake would be a sensual adventure, guided by the psychic’s seductive prophecy.