You want me to do what? - Sex Stories

You want me to do what?

... guess her dimensions were somewhere in the region of 36, 24, 36 with a beautiful dark complexion, (no fake tanning needed there) and long dark hair. Greeting me with the obligatory kiss on both cheeks I was engulfed in a perfume that made me giddy and instantly horny. Even in a tee shirt and jeans I could tell she was a wonderful mover. Sneaking us up the back stairs, Ali guided Jeanette and I into a spare bedroom. Jeanette's first costume was to be a tight and very short nurses outfit with stocking and high heels and mine something resembling a cops uniform but comprising of Lycra shorts, skin tight t.shirt with a badge over the right breast and flat cops cap. For some bizarre reason I had to wear work boots. Apparently women find the mix sexy??? We could hear the party hotting up down stairs and by the sound of women in high spirits, it would appear that alcohol was flowing freely. As 8 pm and with our first appearance approaching I have to admit I started to feel a little anxious despite the two whisky and cokes I'd thrown down my neck. With minutes to go Alison looked at me earnestly and said, 'Ah, I don't quite know how to say this but, er, you don't seem to be filling those shorts particularly well.' I looked down and I can only blame stage nerves but I was looking somewhat flaccid in the lunchbox department. 'Not to worry, ' Jeanette grinned, 'I think I can help.' Crouching down in front of me she reached her left hand out towards my crotch. I thought she was maybe ...

... going to do a spot of massage over my shorts to encourage some life into the old boy. However in a flash she had pulled the front of my tight shorts down and with a most deft movement had flipped my floppy excuse of a manhood out and sucked it into her mouth. At that time my wife and I had been married about 6 years and during that time I had been totally true to her. I can honestly say that not another woman had seen my todger, other than the nurse who had helped me strip when I'd come a cropper on the rugby field of course, let alone handled it. Now within in a few seconds one woman, Ali had had a front seat view of my growing joystick disappearing down the throat of a second woman; Jeanette. OK, so you are probably saying, 'if you're that true to your wife, why didn't you stop Jeanette?' Well I think I can come up with an explanation to show that I couldn't. Now it is said that we make all conscious and many subconscious decisions with our brain. A second organ tends to help with emotional and other guffy stuff; that being the heart. But as I stood there in that room I can assure you that a third organ of a man's body far out ranks the other two. Whatever my two primary decision making organs were saying the southern most one was taking no notice whatsoever saying that being encouraged to grow big and bold by a sexy woman's hot mouth was the most important thing in my world at that moment. If you think about it in physiological terms it all actually makes sense. We all know ...