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Authors name: Brighton (brightonpark@ameritech.net)
Story title : Furthur Adventures With Sweet Marilyn

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Furthur Adventures With Sweet Marilyn
by Brighton (brightonpark@ameritech.net)

***

A third story about me and my adventures with my well 
endowed, mature, married neighbor. She's Moving Away 
and My Sweet Neighbor Marilyn are the first two that 
will introduce you to this sweet naive lady. Read now 
about a delicious dinner party for three. Your e-mails 
are, as always, welcomed. (MMF)

***

Other than writing about my neighbor Marilyn, I haven't 
told anyone in my personal life about her. I preferred 
to remain discreet.

Before we got together, I'd get hard just fantasizing 
about her but after two remarkable sexual encounters 
with this lady, I now get hard if I see her car in her 
driveway. Ever get an erection from looking at a Honda 
Civic? I have.

What I find tantalizing about this older, married 
hottie, who doesn't know she's a hottie is her 
wonderful curvy body. I have never fondled breasts that 
large. You could grasp one of them in both hands and 
the fingers on each hand wouldn't meet. Alright, I'm 
exaggerating a little.

The second time we were together was amazing because 
she held her hands tightly behind her back and 
pretended she was being raped while I held her head and 
savagely pumped her mouth. She explained later that it 
was perhaps, her subconscious effort to punish herself 
for being naughty. 

Her house is still on the market. They're selling it on 
their own and aren't doing a very good job. 

One afternoon I chatted with Marilyn and her husband 
about the lack of activity they were experiencing and 
suggested they speak to my brother William, who's had 
some experience in real estate. They were up for the 
idea and said they would be grateful for any help he 
could give them.

As I mentioned, I've been discreet regarding my 
involvement with Marilyn. I hadn't even told my 
brother, so when he stopped by one afternoon, all he 
knew was that he was helping out some elderly neighbors 
as a favor to me.

I walked him over to Marilyn's house and rang the 
doorbell. The door opened and both Marilyn and Mike 
welcomed us in. I introduced them to William then I 
excused myself and went home. An hour later, William 
returned and walked into the living room where I was 
sitting and plopped down on a chair.

'Well?' I asked.

"Well, I think they priced the place too high," he 
replied, "but I'll know for sure when I get into the 
MLS website." After a pause he said, "What do you know 
about them? Actually, I mean her, Marilyn."

'What do you want to know?'

"Well, she's a really sweet lady, quite proper and 
reserved but..."

'But?'

"Well, after you left she took my arm and we began a 
tour of the house. Now, when I say she took my arm I 
mean she held it close to her breast so that as we 
walked, her breast was rubbing my arm or my arm was 
rubbing her breast. Either way it was really hard to 
concentrate on the house. I kept feeling that big melon 
rubbing against me. Have you ever noticed the size of 
that woman's breasts?"

'Marilyn is very well endowed.'

"She's huge. Anyway, while I was there, and this might 
be my imagination, she'd let go of my arm when we'd 
walk into a room to step away to point out some feature 
but then would turn and her eyes would zero in on my 
crotch. When I'd catch her starring she'd quickly look 
up and smile and listen intently to what I was saying. 
Her husband was right there but I don't think he had a 
clue."

'So you're saying this lady has the hots for you?'

"No, I'm saying I have the hots for this lady."

'William, shame on you.' I teased.

"I know, but It was like being in the same room with 
that friend of mom's."

'Ah yes, Mrs Mathews. We used to call her, Mrs. 
Mamaries. Remember how dad would catch us giggling and 
starring at her boobs when she came over and ask us if 
we shouldn't be outside playing?'

"Yeah, so he could stare at her boobs which always 
pissed mom off. Well, this Marilyn has that same thing 
going for her only bigger. Her husband's lucky. Can you 
imagine fuckin' around with a set of jugs like that 
anytime you want?"

I wanted so much to tell him all about my relationship 
with sweet Marilyn but held back and said, 'I suppose 
so. Though he is kind of a prude.'

"Well if I was alone with her I'd be a prude for about 
two seconds before I'd..."

'William, what exactly were you touring, the house or 
the lady?'

"Well, my pecker told me it was the lady."

'Your pecker? You got a woody while you were there?'

"Yeah. I think that's why, she kept checking out my 
crotch."

'And right in front of her husband? Double shame on 
you.'

"You're right. She's probably never seen anything like 
that. Do you think she might have been offended?"

Just then the phone rang. 'Hello'.

"Hello Brian." It was sweet Marilyn. "That was very 
nice of your brother to come over to look at our 
house."

'I hope it helped.'

"Oh my, I hope so too. He's a nice looking young man 
too, just like you."

'Well I don't know about that.'

"Oh yes, very nice looking. Anyway I would love to have 
you and William come over for some supper this evening 
so I can thank you both for your help. Will he be 
around?"

'Yes, I think so.'

"Oh good. My husband has choir practice so he won't be 
able to join us. Is six o'clock a good time for you two 
boys?"

'Perfect.' I replied and hung up the phone.

"So anyway," my brother said, "next time you talk to 
Marilyn, if she says she was offended or anything..."

'Relax. We'll find out this evening. That was Marilyn 
on the phone. She has invited the two of us over to 
have supper with them this evening.'

"Supper with them? If she gets me hard again her hubby 
will kick my ass."

'William, that's not what I meant when I said, "supper 
with THEM". I was referring to Marilyn's massive 
mamaries that one of your arms fell in love with this 
afternoon. No hubby tonight, he has choir practice.'

"Brian, I don't know if I can be in that house with 
her, without getting a hardon."

'Well, in about an hour, we'll find out, won't we? Come 
on, I'll give you one of my sport jackets and a shirt 
and tie to wear. You want to look nice for Mrs. 
Mathews, I mean Marilyn, don't you?'

When we arrived at Marilyn's she was at the front door 
waiting for us. "Oh boys, I'm so glad you could come. 
And look at you two in jackets and ties. How special. 
Come in, come in."

Marilyn looked absolutely wonderful in slacks and a 
beautiful, Satin blouse. You couldn't mistake the 
delicious movement of her breasts under that shiny 
blouse. As I began to apologize for not having enough 
time to get her a hostess gift she said, "Don't you 
worry about that you're here to relax and have a nice 
supper so come on in and let me take your jackets, 
tonight is very informal." 

My brother and I couldn't keep our eyes off sweet 
Marilyn's big ass as she walked to the hall closet and 
hung our jackets on the rod. Then turning to face us, 
she put her hands on her hips and with a nervous smile 
asked, "Do you boys like my new blouse?"

"Ohhh yes!" we both said simultaneously.

Then losing her smile she said, as if to herself, "Mike 
hates it." 

Walking back to us she took our arms and walked us into 
the living room where we each took a seat. I chose a 
beat up recliner, which I assumed was her husbands 
favorite chair and William chose the sofa across from 
me. So did Marilyn, seating herself about a foot away 
from my him.

As we made small talk, I noticed that Marilyn was a 
"toucher". One who emphasizes conversational points by 
laying a hand on the person nearest them. In this case 
it was my brother's thigh that she'd pat for emphasis. 
I'm sure he wished now that he had crossed his legs 
after he was seated because the more she touched him, 
the more he tried to adjust himself to compensate for 
the erection that I knew was growing in his shorts. I 
enjoyed watching him squirm on that sofa. I also 
enjoyed the arousal growing in me while sitting in her 
husbands favorite comfy chair watching them. 

As Marilyn rambled on, her hand moved further up 
William's thigh until her patting was almost upon the 
big 'stiffy' he was sporting on the inside of his 
thigh. After a few more pats, my brother let out a 
quiet, "Omph!" which caused Marilyn to look at him and 
then down to her hand and exclaim, "Oh my goodness 
William. Did I touch you in a naughty place? I'm so 
sorry." Then, with a look of motherly concern, she 
lovingly rubbed his thigh, barely grazing the bulge in 
his pants and said, "There, there, did I hurt you?"

"No m'am." he grunted.

"Oh, I'm glad," she replied as she rubbed his thigh. 
Then, amazing even me, Marilyn placed her hand directly 
on William's erection, and while giving it a series of 
gentle squeezes said, "I know you men are sensitive 
down here, is this better?"

"Yes m'am...better." he grunted again.

As Marilyn squeezed and William grunted, the sound of a 
timer bell came from the kitchen. "Dinner!" Marilyn 
exclaimed and she hopped off the sofa and headed to the 
kitchen.

William placed his hand where Marilyn's had just been 
and sighed, "Whoa...what the hell was she was doing?"

Smiling, I whispered back, 'I think it's called a hand 
job William.'

"A hand job? Is she for real?"

'Marilyn is very real.' 

"Boys?" Marilyn shouted from the kitchen, "Seat 
yourselves in the dining room, dinner's on the table."

We walked into the dining room as Marilyn entered from 
the kitchen, took our seats and commenced to eat a fine 
meal of good, old fashioned, home cookin'.

I'm sure William's erection didn't subside during 
dinner, even though the conversation turned to matters 
of real estate sales and out of state moves because as 
Marilyn spoke, she would lean forward so her breasts 
would rest on the edge of the table causing my brother 
and me to smile as, I'm sure, childhood memories of 
Mrs. Mathews flooded both our brains. Only this time, 
our dad wasn't around to chase us out of the house and 
deprive us of the pleasure of gazing upon a world class 
set of enormous, satin encased, tits. 

"And now," sweet Marilyn announced, "some delicious 
desert. You boys sit right there while I clear the 
table and I'll be right back with something yummy."

"Something yummy?" my brother whispered, "I'd like some 
Marilyn ala mode. Did you see how she was resting her 
boobs on the table? I kept thinking of Mrs Mathews."

'Me too' I replied. 'Do you think we should go outside 
and play now like dad used to make us do or do you want 
to stay here with sweet Marilyn?'

"Sweet." he sighed, "She is that."

Just then, Marilyn re-entered the dining room with a 
big Apple pie and a pot of coffee and proceeded to 
serve us, what really was, a yummy treat. We ate our 
fill and sat back in our seats and sipped our coffee.

"Did you enjoy the meal boys?" she asked.

We both nodded and complimented her on the wonderful 
spread she put before us. Actually, it was William who 
used the word, "spread", a subtle reference, for my 
benefit I'm sure, to her fabulous, well, her fabulous 
everything.

"I'm so pleased." she beamed, "My husband never seems 
to like the meals I cook. I never get compliments from 
that man. And William, that's not the only thing I 
don't get from that man either. Right Brian? Oh never 
mind, Brian knows what I'm talking about."

As my brother's jaw dropped, he shot me a raised 
eyebrow glance as I replied, 'Yes Marilyn, I know what 
you're talking about?'

"Yes sir. But Brian certainly knows what a lady wants, 
yes he does." An eerie silence came over the room which 
was broken when Marilyn asked, "Have you told William 
what we've...uh...I mean, after all he is your 
brother."

'No Marilyn, I haven't.'

"Well okay," she replied, "but I know brothers do share 
things with each other and I would understand if you 
did share our secret with him."

'My lips have been sealed.'

"Oh, dear," Marilyn then said, looking at William, 
"listen to me talk about you as if you're not even in 
the room. How rude of me. You must think I'm a terrible 
person."

My brother, now having regained control of his jaw, 
smiled and said, "Marilyn, believe me, you're not 
terrible. You're lovely. You're a wonderful cook and a 
very pretty lady. Or perhaps I should say, a very 
pretty girl, because you have charms about you that any 
young girl would love to have. I love your twinkling 
eyes, and sweet Marilyn, your wonderful figure must be 
the envy of every woman that sees you."

Marilyn sat there for a few moments, with her mouth now 
agape, while she listened to William's tender words. 
Then turning to me she gushed, "Oh my goodness, he 
called me, 'sweet Marilyn' just like you do. Oh, 
William, I'm blushing. You're such a nice, thoughtful 
young man I could just kiss you."

"Marilyn," he softly replied, "I would consider a kiss 
from your pretty lips very special and if you weren't a 
married woman, I'd come over and let you give me that 
kiss right now."

"Really William?"

"Oh, yes Marilyn. A kiss from your lips would be an 
even better desert than that scrumptious Apple pie you 
made."

"Well...uh... William," she replied, "it's okay if I'm 
married and I kissed you. Right Brian? Isn't it okay?" 
I just nodded the 'okay' she was seeking and watched 
her slowly rise from her chair as my brother walked to 
her end of the table. As he drew nearer she leaned her 
head back and waited to give him his kiss. It was a 
peck, nothing more.

"Oh, Marilyn, thank you." my brother sighed, "your lips 
are so soft, may I have another?"

"Oh my goodness, yes William."

They kissed a little more passionately and when they 
broke their kiss my brother whispered, "Ohhh, sweet 
lady, may I have another?"

"Ohhhkay." Marilyn whispered back.  

This kiss became a long, open mouthed adventure for 
both of them, and as I watched them kissing and slowly 
breathing their hot breaths in and out of each other's 
mouths, a little knot of jealously grew in the pit of 
my stomach. I had never felt this kind of excitement. I 
fantasized that I was Marilyn's husband, watching her 
with another man, a stranger in my house being so 
blatantly intimate with my lady. I wondered if her 
husband's cock would be growing as hard as mine was at 
this moment. 

My brother lifted Marilyn's arms and placed them around 
his neck and drew her closer to him, firmly pressing 
his chest against her's. Then, slowly, he began to rub 
himself back and forth across Marilyn's enormous, as 
William would say, "mamaries".

William lowered his hands and placed them on Marilyn's 
hips and caressed them as they passionately kissed and 
licked each others tongues as if I wasn't even there.

As they continued, my brother moved his hands from 
Marilyn's hips slowly up her rib cage until they 
reached her breasts. He paused, perhaps waiting for a 
sign from her that he should stop. When it didn't come 
he slipped his thumbs under sweet Marilyn's huge tits 
and slowly moved them up and down. When Marilyn sighed 
and continued to show no sign that she wanted him to 
stop caressing her in such a naughty manner, he opened 
his fingers and took a big meaty tit in each hand and, 
ever so gently, squeezed. "Whoooooh..." he muttered 
under his breath.

"Whooooh..." she muttered back.

With their lips together, Marilyn exhaled a long sigh 
into Williams mouth. William inhaled Marilyn's hot 
breath and breathed it back into her mouth. Taking a 
moment to glance at me and slowly shake his head, he 
returned to Marilyn's open mouth for more tongue play 
and began to lightly massage circles around Marilyn's 
breasts with the palms of his hands as if he had just 
applied a coat of wax to her pretty blouse and was 
slowly buffing it out. She trembled a little with each 
circle that he made.

Approaching, what appeared to be, a state of euphoria 
as she became more and more aroused, Marilyn's arms 
dropped from around his neck and fell loosely to her 
sides. Then slowly breaking their kiss, she looked down 
to her breasts to watch as they were lovingly massaged.

Breathlessly, Marilyn whispered, "Brian likes...I 
mean...bounces my..."

With a quizzical look on his face, William turned his 
head toward me. I held out my hands as if I was holding 
two, for the want of a better word, melons, and 
pantomimed bouncing them.'

A silent "Ohhh, okay." left his lips. 

Slowly lifting and lowering her breasts, Marilyn 
moaned, "Ohhhhh, that's right, that's right William, 
that's how he does it." 

As my cock continued to harden, I left my chair and 
crept up behind Marilyn and pressed against her and 
rubbed her meaty ass with the bulge in my pants. 
"Ohhhhhh." she moaned. "Ohhh my sweet boys." 

William gently pressed against her crotch as I did the 
same to her ass. We had Marilyn wonderfully sandwiched 
between us as we performed a quiet little, after 
dinner, dry fuck upon this sweet little lady.

"Ohhh...oh my goodness," she panted, "...you boys 
have..."

'What Marilyn...erections?'

"Yes...your so..."

'Hard, Marilyn? Are you saying you've gotten us hard?'

"Hard."

'Oh, Marilyn,' I responded teasingly, 'that's very 
naughty of you.'

"Ohhh yes...it's naughty of me...I didn't mean..."

'Can you really feel us getting hard Marilyn?'

"Yes. Very hard."

'What's getting hard Marilyn?'

"Oh no...not in front of William."

'William? What about William? Is William's cock getting 
hard too Marilyn?'

"Yes... but...he'll think I'm..."

'He'll think you're wonderful sweetheart.'

"Can I say penis? Can I say penis instead?"

'No Marilyn...cock. If you say cock, maybe William will 
call you honey.' 

"I like being called honey."

'Say cock honey.'

"Ohhkay...cock...your cocks...are hard."

My brother could hardly believe what was happening as 
he whispered, "Ohhh honey, you're making my cock harder 
and harder. You're such a sweet honey to make it so big 
and hard. Ohh, thank you honey, thank you."

Sweet Marilyn, whimpered a polite little, "Your 
welcome, honey."

William continued, "And honey, your breasts are so 
lovely, so firm, just like a young girls. 

'Marilyn, tell William what we call your beautiful 
breasts. What do we say honey?'

"...My big jugs?"

'That's right. Would you like your big jugs to have a 
little treat?'  

"...A little treat?" 

'Yes. Would you like me and William to play with your 
jugs at the same time?'

"...ohhh the same time."

'Would you like that?'

"Ohhh my goodness yes."

'William, open Marilyn's blouse.' I don't believe my 
brother was ever as excited as he was at this moment as 
he unbuttoned sweet Marilyn's blouse, slowly revealing 
her cleavage that pushed out the top of her brassiere. 
I pulled her blouse out of her waist band as William 
draped it back over her shoulders. Then, cupping my 
hands under her tits, I lifted them as William eased 
her bra straps down her shoulders.

As I gently fondled the underside of her breasts, 
William pulled her bra away from her chest with one 
hand while, with the other, he reached down inside and 
gently brought out both of her tits to hang naked.

"Ohhhhh my God.", my brother sighed, "Oh, Marilyn 
honey, your jugs, your jugs are so beautiful...they're 
so big."

'William, doesn't Marilyn have pretty nipples?' William 
grasped her nipples and gently pinched, and rolled them 
between his fingers. I lifted and squeezed Marilyn's 
breasts together so her nipples almost touched each 
other. My brother leaned in and putting his lips on 
both, he slowly sucked them into his mouth and gently 
circled them with his tongue. I stopped fondling her 
from behind and stepped in front of her to join 
William. 

Each of us taking a breast in our hands, we fondled and 
squeezed and caressed them and licked them while giving 
her nipples playful little love bites. 'Look Marilyn. 
Look at your nipples. They're getting stiff and hard 
just like...?'

"...little cocks..." she breathlessly whispered, 
finishing my sentence, "...like tiny little cocks...on 
the end of my...titties."

As sweet Marilyn looked down, panting at the sight of 
our mouths ravishing her meaty breasts, the clock in 
the front hall struck the hour, startling Marilyn. As 
we licked and nibbled, It chimed eight times.

"Oh noooo. Oh my goodness boys, my husband...choir 
practice..it ends at eight o'clock."

William, not wanting this remarkable evening to end 
said, "Please Marilyn just a little longer. Please?" 

"Oh no, we have to...oh my goodness...my husband...oh 
dear...will be home from...church soon and...."

'Okay honey, we'll stop but do we have time for one 
more thing before your husband comes home?'

"Oh...one more thing?

'For William.' 

"For William? ...Okay."

'William, put your hand between Marilyn's legs.' 

"Ohhh my." Marilyn whimpered. 

'Now wiggle your fingers slowly over this sweet lady's 
pussy. Do you feel him Marilyn? Do you feel William's 
finger wiggling between your legs?' A sweet little 
series of quiet grunts was all she could utter. 'Okay 
William, now slide your hand inside this naughty lady's 
slacks and put it on her cute little tummy.'

As Marilyn felt William's hand reach into her slacks 
and slip inside her panties, she began to moan, 
"Ohh...ohhh my God...ohhh my God." and started twisting 
and turning as her chubby belly was gently fondled and 
tickled by my brother's wiggling fingers.

As I listened to the two of them in the throes of 
ecstasy, I walked behind Marilyn and undid the button 
on the back of her slacks, lowered the zipper and 
watched, as Marilyn's twisting, shaking body allowed 
her slacks to drop slowly off her ass down her thighs 
to her knees. Her spread legs stopped them from 
traveling any further. It was unbelievably erotic to 
see her half undressed this way. Marilyn's big, panty 
clad ass was awesome. I had to touch it.

First, placing my hands on the back of her naked 
thighs, I gently massaged and tickled them up and then 
down. Her knees began shaking from this unexpected 
sensation as my hands slowly rose and finally rested on 
her butt. I lovingly caressed it with both hands, 
making her shake and jiggle it even more. God, I loved 
her ass. 

'William, slip your hand a little further down 
Marilyn's panties.'

Sliding his hand down to her cunt, William sighed, 
"Holy shit, she has a garden down here." As he combed 
his fingers through her hair, he whispered, "Ohhh 
Marilyn...you have an incredible bush...so soft...so 
curly...I love your pussy sweetheart."

Grinning, I said, 'Mike tells her that she's too hairy. 
Do you think this sweet lady's pussy is too hairy?'

"Oh God no." he replied, staring, wide eyed, down the 
front of her panties at his finger's making little 
circles around her dense, curly hair. Then, firmly 
cupping his hand over her cunt and squeezing it he 
moaned, "Ohhhh...I want to grab a whole handful."

'Marilyn...may William grab a handful of your pussy 
hair If he's very gentle?'

Marilyn could barely speak. She just nodded her head 
and mumbled, "Yuh, uh huh, oh Jesus."

As William increased his grip on her thick bush and 
began gently tugging it, I slipped my hand inside the 
back of Marilyn's panties to the back of her cunt, 
where I found my own handful of Marilyn's pussy hair. 
My brother and I playfully pulled and pinched little 
tufts of it until her wild undulating nearly drove our 
busy fingers away.

With her entire body now shaking like an unbalanced 
load of clothes in a washing machine, Marilyn began 
making sounds that I had never heard her make. Sounds, 
I had never heard any woman make. This sweet, older 
lady's pussy had never received such attention from 
one, let alone two men, at the same time. 

As I played with her from behind, my wrist and part of 
my forearm was firmly wedged between her luscious ass 
cheeks and as I caressed and pinched her pussy, I 
raised and lowered my arm so it would brush tightly 
against her asshole.

Marilyn wailed and continued to shake uncontrollably as 
she felt the strong hands of two young men attending to 
her in such a way. She was sopping wet and I could hear 
the slick, juicy sounds of our hands rubbing against 
her pussy and her ass as we rapidly pinched and pulled 
on her cunt hair from both sides of her spread legs. 

Marilyn's wails turned to squeals, her squeals to low 
gutteral moans and then back to high pitched, little 
girl squeals as waves of this new found and unusual 
source of pleasure coursed through her body.

'William...Marilyn has a love button that she likes to 
have played with...find it...play with Marilyn's love 
button. She likes that.'

My brother's fingers searched through sweet Marilyn's 
pubic hair for her clit and knew he found it when he 
heard, "Uh!...Uh!...Oh!...Uh!...Oh Jesus!...Oh! Oh! 
Oh!" Then squeezing it with his thumb and forefinger, 
perhaps a little harder than he meant to, he was 
greeted with a deafening scream and a shrill, "OW! OW! 
OW! OHHH MY GOD!" Her screams stopped when he released 
her little nub and she just stood there panting. 
Excited by her scream, he pinched her clit again and 
she wailed, "Ohhhhh! Jesus! OH JESUS CHRIST YES! YES! 
YEOW! OH! OW! YES!

More excited than ever my brother said, "Sweet Marilyn, 
I'm going to put my finger inside your pussy now. Is 
that okay?"

Incoherently, blubbering her words as her body 
convulsed, she tried desperately to nod her head yes, 
over and over again, "My pussy...finger fuck...inside 
my pussy..yes...finger fuck inside...yes."

William slipped his middle finger into Marilyn's wet 
pussy and held it there as he continued to roll her 
clit around between the fingers of his other hand. I 
slid my fingers up and away from her cunt and slowly 
inched the tip of one finger to the entrance of her 
asshole and slowly pushed it in. As Marilyn exploded, 
screaming at the top of her lungs, my brother and I 
began to rapidly wiggle our inserted fingers back and 
forth inside her two holes. 

Her wide meaty hips and ass did a bump and grind 
against us as we wiggled our fingers faster and faster. 
'William!' I hollered over her wails and shrieks, 'She 
can take more than one finger!'

"God can she ever! I have three inside her! I'm fucking 
her with three fingers already!"

Although my finger was completely lubricated with her 
pussy juice, I didn't know how much more her ass could 
take so I waited to see what her bumping and grinding 
would lead to. It led to my finger becoming fully 
inserted. I was afraid I was hurting her, but she was 
the one that was fucking my finger in and out of her 
ass, not me.

"OH BOYS...OH! MY SWEET BOYS...I NEVER...OH-MY-GOD! OH 
MY GOD! OH JESUS GOD YES!"

Keeping my finger inside Marilyn's pile driving ass, I 
looked around her to watch my brother administering his 
multiple finger fuck. All of his fingers had 
disappeared inside of her and he was, just then, 
folding his thumb against the palm of his hand as he 
pumped. I didn't know if I should watch William's hand 
entering Marilyn's body or Marilyn's face as it did. 

I chose sweet Marilyn's face. She held her breath, and 
her eyes appeared to bulge from their sockets as I 
watched this mature lady's pretty face began to contort 
and turn red. Mesmerized, I held my finger in her ass 
perfectly still while I listened to Marilyn's staccato 
grunting, "Uh!" as my brother's hand, "UH!" thumb and 
all, inched, "UH!" slowly inside her cunt. He pushed 
and pushed until finally, "OH! OHHHH..." he was in! His 
entire hand had disappeared inside Marilyn's cunt! 

"OH! OW! OH! OW! OH! OW!" she hollered, OHHHHH...MY 
GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

Startled at her reaction, William shouted over her 
screams, "Should I take it out? Should I take it out?" 

"NOOOOO" she wailed, FUCK ME WITH IT! FUCK ME WITH IT! 
OH-DEAR-GOD! PUMP ME! PUMP ME!"

Thinking that a mans hand invading her pussy while my 
finger fucked her butt might be more than she could 
take, I removed my finger from her shaking ass

"NOOOOO BRIAN! NOOOO! DON'T TAKE IT OUT! PUT IT BACK! 
FINGER FUCK MY ASS!"

'Marilyn, for God sake I'm hurting you!'

She began to cry and pleaded, "Then hurt me sweet 
honey...please hurt me. More fingers. More fingers in 
my ass! I'm so bad...I'm so terrible. Fuck your fingers 
in there. Hurt me!"

Putting two of my fingers together I shoved them inside 
her and savagely pumped her big rippling ass. 

Suddenly my brother stopped fist fucking Marilyn's 
pussy and said, "Marilyn honey? Brian?" Except for our 
panting, the room became quiet. "I heard a car."

"Ohhh no. It's my fucking husband." were Marilyn's 
surprising words. "Wouldn't you just know it."

I withdrew my fingers from Marilyn's ass and heard a 
loud pop as my brother extricated his hand from her 
pussy. Marilyn shoved her breasts back into her bra and 
quickly buttoned her blouse, as I pulled her slacks up 
and re-fastened them.

"Oh, that man! And just as I was about to climax too."

Having no time to leave, or should I say escape, the 
three of us quickly took our seats at the dinning room 
table. If William's cock was still as hard as mine, 
we'd be in deep shit if her husband expected us to 
stand and greet him when he entered the room.

As we heard the front door open and then shut, he 
announced his arrival, then saw we were all in the 
dinning room sipping coffee. When he entered he, 
fortunately, told us not to get up on his account, that 
he was tired and was going straight up to bed. Though 
you couldn't hear it, I'm sure all three of us breathed 
a sigh of relief.

In a few moments we could hear Marilyn's husband moving 
about upstairs. Perfect.

'Well Marilyn,' I said, thinking perhaps, her husband 
might be able to hear me, 'thank you for a wonderful 
evening and a wonderful dinner.'

"You're welcome Brian and it was so nice that you could 
bring William along with you too."

With our cocks slowly returning to a flaccid state, we 
strolled into the front hall, retrieved our jackets and 
put them on. Marilyn stood waiting for us with her back 
to the door.

"Come here," she whispered. "You owe me...a hostess 
gift." Not sure what she meant by that odd statement, 
we stood there with what I know were confused looks on 
our faces. "Come-here."

As we approached her, she grabbed hold of our neck ties 
and slowly pulled and turned us so that our backs were 
now against the front door. Then, with her hands on our 
waists, she pushed us together shoulder to shoulder, 
reached down to the zippers on our pants and slowly 
pulled them down. We could still hear her husband 
busying himself on the second floor as she reached into 
our pants and gently pulled out our cocks. Wrapping her 
fingers around them she began to stroke us and mumbled 
once more, something about her hostess gift. 

Sweet Marilyn was going to masturbate both of us before 
we left and her hostess gift was bubbling up inside our 
balls.

Marilyn lowered herself as she stroked until she came 
to rest on her knees with her face just inches from our 
once again hard, erect cocks.

Continuing to stroke my brother, she opened her mouth 
and took my cock inside and held it there. Looking up 
at me she garbled the words, "Fuck-my-mouth." I put my 
hand on the back of her head and did what she wanted. 
Trying not to make any noise, I quietly slipped in and 
out of her hot mouth but because of the incredible 
sexual events earlier in the evening, it was mere 
seconds before I gave a series of suppressed grunts and 
spurted a load of cum into her mouth. She didn't 
swallow. She held it there.

It was now William's turn. Pointing to her half opened 
mouth filled with my cum, she mumbled, "Fuck-my-mouth." 
Into her mouth went William's cock. I could hear it 
sloshing around in the cum that I had deposited there 
moments before. He lasted about as long as I had.

After he finished giving Marilyn her second helping, 
she gently stuffed our cocks back into our pants and 
zipped us up. Standing, with two loads of warm cum 
filling her cheeks, she managed to gargle the words, 
"Thank you." Then she put her head back, gulped and 
swallowed three times, took a deep breath and in the 
sweetest little voice said, "I like cum."

With no more words spoken, Marilyn opened the door and 
my brother and I stepped into the night and walked back 
to my house. We sat silently on the front porch and 
after a few minutes William asked "Does Mike have any 
idea what an incredible woman he's married to?"

'Not a clue.' I replied. 

And by the way dear reader, I won't tell Mike. It would 
spoil it for you in case sweet Marilyn moves to your 
town and moves next door to you. 

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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