My Host for the Night
Cindy lived in a beautiful part of town, and her large, expanded ranch house was perfectly landscaped. I walked up to the door, which opened before I rang the bell, to be greeted with a hug by Cindy, who was wearing a very flattering little black dress.
She invited me in for a cocktail before dinner, and I happily accepted, following her into the house. The dress she wore showed her tight figure to advantage, and I marveled at the sway of her ass as she led me into the kitchen.
She motioned for me to sit at the bar in the kitchen while she poured us each a glass of bourbon – she likes bourbon! – pulled up another stool, and sat close as we talked about places we wanted to travel to.
But time began to run short as I’d made a dinner reservation, so we downed our drinks and got up to go. She went over to the closet on the way out, pulled out a lovely cloak, which I put over her shoulders, and after locking the door on the way out, she took my arm and we strolled to the car.
Dinner was excellent, and we had just enough time to make it to the theater and get settled in when the show started. There were a few suspenseful moments during the show where Cindy grasped my arm or hand, and whenever I looked at her, she gave me a big smile.
The show ended, so we headed back to the car, arm in arm, laughing all the way. The ride to her house seemed really short, but she invited me in for a nightcap, which I accepted.
We got in, and she kicked off her shoes, hung up her cloak, and told me to sit on the sofa while she went to the kitchen to get us our drinks. When she came back, she had almost filled two rock glasses with bourbon, and when she noted my surprise, said, “Well, I don’t have to work tomorrow, do you?”
I answered, “No,” so that settled that. She went and turned on some jazz at a low volume, and came and sat next to me on the sofa.
We clinked our glasses and started working on our bourbons. A number of sips and laughs later, Cindy was patting my leg and arm with her hands as she had turned towards me, with her eyes shining and a nice smile.
When she leaned towards me, I leaned in, gave her a little kiss, and she kissed me back with her mouth just slightly open, and let it linger.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” she whispered, her breath warm against my cheek.
“I’ve been wanting you to,” I replied, my voice low and husky.
We sat there for a moment, just enjoying the moment, the music, and each other’s company.
Then Cindy spoke up, her voice barely above a whisper. “Would you like to stay for a while longer?”
“I’d love to,” I replied, smiling at her.
As we strolled into the backyard, the patio lights illuminated the evening landscape, casting a warm glow over the yard. The sound of crickets and the distant hum of a neighbor’s lawn mower created a soothing background melody.
“Would you like to see the yard?” Cindy asked, her voice barely above a whisper, as she took my hand in hers.
“Sure,” I replied, my eyes never leaving hers.
We chatted and sipped our bourbon, the cool evening air causing me to shiver slightly. Cindy wrapped her arms around me, and I wrapped my jacket around her, feeling a spark of electricity run through my body.
“It’s a bit chilly,” I said, my lips inches from hers.
“I know,” she replied, her voice husky. “But I think we can find a way to warm up.” As she spoke, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine, her mouth opening, her arms wrapping around my neck.
The kiss deepened, and I felt myself becoming lost in the moment. We broke apart, gasping for air, and Cindy led me back into the house.
We settled onto the couch, and I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie. But she just smiled and said she’d be right back. A few minutes later, she returned, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark.
The lights dimmed further, and she sat down beside me, her black robe glistening in the soft light. She pulled my face to hers, and we kissed fiercely, our bodies pressed together.
As we kissed, I felt my hands roaming over her body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts. She was wearing no bra, but a delicate thong that only added to her allure.
Cindy’s hands were just as busy, unbuttoning my shirt, her fingers tracing the contours of my chest. I felt my cock stirring, pressed against her thigh.
She got up, took my hand, and led me down the hall to the master bedroom. The lights were dimmed, casting a romantic glow over the room.
Cindy stood before me, her robe slipping off her shoulders, revealing a thong and a body that was even more stunning than I had imagined. She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
“I think it’s time we continued where we left off,” she said, her voice husky.
I didn’t need to be told twice. We undressed, our bodies entwined as we fell onto the bed. Cindy’s hands were everywhere, her mouth on my cock, her tongue probing the depths of my mouth.
As we kissed, I felt my cock growing harder, my balls tightening with anticipation. Cindy’s hands were on my ass, her fingers probing the crevice between my cheeks.
She got up, took me by the hand, and led me to the bathroom. We stood under the shower, the water cascading down our bodies as we kissed, our hands roaming over each other’s skin.
As we washed, Cindy’s hands found my cock, and she began to stroke it, her fingers expertly manipulating my shaft. I felt my hips bucking, my balls tightening with pleasure.
We dried off, our bodies still entwined, and fell onto the bed. Cindy’s hands were on my ass, her fingers probing the crevice between my cheeks. She got up, took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom.
We lay on the bed, our bodies entwined, our hands roaming over each other’s skin. Cindy’s mouth was on my cock, her tongue probing the depths of my mouth.
As we kissed, I felt my cock growing harder, my balls tightening with anticipation. Cindy’s hands were on my ass, her fingers probing the crevice between my cheeks.
She got up, took me by the hand, and led me to the bathroom. We stood under the shower, the water cascading down our bodies as we kissed, our hands roaming over each other’s skin.
As we washed, Cindy’s hands found my cock, and she began to stroke it, her fingers expertly manipulating my shaft. I felt my hips bucking, my balls tightening with pleasure.
We dried off, our bodies still entwined, and fell onto the bed. Cindy’s hands were on my ass, her fingers probing the crevice between my cheeks. She got up, took me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom.
We lay on the bed, our bodies entwined, our hands roaming over each other’s skin. Cindy’s mouth was on my cock, her tongue probing the depths of my mouth.
As we kissed, I felt my cock growing harder, my balls tightening with anticipation. Cindy’s hands were on my ass, her fingers probing the crevice between my cheeks.
We spent the rest of the night lost in each other’s arms, our bodies entwined, our love growing with every passing moment.
The next morning, we woke up to the sound of Jen making breakfast in the kitchen. We got dressed, and joined her at the table, our bodies still feeling the effects of our passionate night.
As we ate, Cindy leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’m so glad you’re here. I feel like we really connect.” I smiled, my heart full of love for this beautiful woman.
“Me too,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’ve known you my whole life.”
Jen looked up at us, a smile on her face. “I’m glad you two are getting along so well,” she said, her voice filled with warmth.
“We’re really hitting it off,” I replied, my eyes never leaving Cindy’s.
As we finished breakfast, Cindy leaned over and kissed me, her lips soft and sweet. I felt my heart soar, knowing that I had found my soulmate in this beautiful woman.
Our relationship continued to blossom, our love growing with every passing day. We traveled together, exploring new places and experiencing new things.
We went camping and hiking, and even started a garden in the backyard. Cindy was a natural cook, and her dishes were always a hit with me.
As the months passed, our love continued to grow. We started to talk about moving in together, and eventually decided to take the plunge.
We found a beautiful house, with a big backyard and plenty of room for our garden. We spent our days exploring the neighborhood, getting to know our new surroundings.
Cindy was a great partner, always supportive and encouraging. She had a wonderful sense of humor, and was always up for an adventure.
One day, as we were walking through the park, Cindy turned to me and said, “I love you.” My heart skipped a beat as I replied, “I love you too.” We shared a kiss, our love for each other shining brightly.
As we continued on our walk, I felt grateful for this wonderful woman who had captured my heart. I knew that I had found my soulmate in Cindy, and I was excited to see what the future held for us.
As we approached the house, I saw Jen waiting for us on the porch. She smiled as we approached, and Cindy leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
“Hey, kiddo,” Cindy said, her voice warm and loving. “How was your day?”
Jen smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It was good,” she said. “I’m glad you two are getting along so well.”
“We’re really hitting it off,” I replied, my eyes never leaving Cindy’s.
As we went inside, Cindy leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I’m so glad we’re doing this. I feel like we’re really building a life together.” I smiled, my heart full of love for this beautiful woman.
“Me too,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “I feel like I’ve found my home with you.”
Cindy’s daughter, Jen, walked into the kitchen wearing a comfortable outfit, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
“What’s the big deal?” she asked, noticing my reaction. “You’ve seen me wearing a lot less than this at the pool, and this is comfortable.”
“Good point,” I replied, thinking that panties had a lot more transparency than this outfit.
I had to admit, I was a bit curious about Jen’s personal life, especially since she had mentioned that her mom was a bit more open-minded when it came to relationships.
I tried to brush off my curiosity, but it was hard not to notice the way Jen dressed, often wearing clothes that seemed to accentuate her curves.
Eventually, I left for my trip with Cindy, and we both headed out of town, leaving Jen behind.
I spent the week in Seattle, attending meetings and making progress on my work.
When my clients cancelled some of their events, we were able to finish early, and I even managed to get a flight home a day earlier than planned.
I took a taxi home from the airport and was surprised to see Jen’s car in the driveway.
As I let myself in, I noticed that the house was dark, except for the light in Jen’s room.
I walked upstairs and saw that her door was ajar, and I was about to say hello when I heard a loud moan come from inside.
I peered through the crack in the door and saw Jen and Diane, another girl from school, naked on her bed, engaged in a sixty-nine position.
My heart stopped, and my cock instantly stiffened as I watched the two of them, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before me.
I slowly set my bag down and pulled out my rock-hard cock, starting to stroke it as I continued to watch.
The sounds of their moans and the sight of their bodies writhing in pleasure were almost too much to handle.
I continued to watch, my cock throbbing in my hand, as Jen and Diane came within seconds of each other.
As they lifted their faces away from each other, the wetness was obvious, and they both got up onto their knees, kissing deeply and rubbing their sweaty bodies together.
I watched for several minutes, my heart pounding in my chest, as the two of them scissored their crotches, rubbing their obviously soaked pussies and clits.
Eventually, I gave it one more stroke and came, squirting semen all over her door, the wall, and through the crack of the door onto the carpet in her room.
I pulled my shirt off and cleaned up as much as I could, then tiptoed off to the bedroom, my heart still pounding like a drum.
I closed the door and kept the light low, not wanting to reveal my presence, and got undressed, my mind racing with what I had just witnessed.
I considered what I had seen, trying to wrap my head around the fact that Jen’s mom had been so open-minded about relationships.
I eventually fell asleep, my cock still hard, and my mind replaying the scene I had just witnessed.
The next morning, I got up late and went to the kitchen, where I found Jen and Diane sitting at the table.
“Good morning, ladies,” I said, smiling, and they both looked up at me, kind of stunned.
Jen asked me when I got back, and I told her it was sometime after 10 or so, trying to play it cool.
She smiled and said, “It’s handy that your mom is coming home late, so we can clear the air.”
We sat down on the sofa, and Jen started to explain how she and Diane had gotten together.
“We both got drunk at a party, and we ended up at Diane’s place,” she said, “and we started smoking pot and got closer to each other.”
“Diane lost her balance and ended up planting her lips on mine,” Jen continued, “and we just went for it.”
“We were both frustrated with our boyfriends, and it just happened,” she said, looking down.
I listened, trying to be understanding, and eventually, Jen said, “I need to admit something too.”
“I heard your mom’s moans and cries when you two were in bed, and I watched you for an hour, and I got myself off too.”
“Now we’re even,” she said, smiling.
Jen then said, “You know, in a weird way, I’m kind of relieved this happened. I haven’t had anyone to confide in about any of this.”
“My mom would probably hit the roof if she found out.”
I nodded, trying to be understanding, and we both sat there in silence for a moment, processing what had been said.
Eventually, we started talking again, and I realized that I had stumbled into a secret that Jen had been keeping hidden, and I had to decide how to handle it.
Cindy had finally arrived home, and I was excited to spend some quality time with her. As we walked into the kitchen, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful she looked, her hair tied up in a loose ponytail and a few wisps framing her face. “I’m so glad you’re home,” I said, giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“I’m glad to be home,” she replied, smiling up at me. “I’ve missed you guys.”
We spent the next few hours cooking dinner together, laughing and chatting like we always did. As we sat down to eat, I poured Cindy a stiff drink, and we clinked our glasses together in a toast to her safe return.
Jen came over to join us, and we all chatted about our week. Cindy seemed a bit tired, but she was happy to be home, and I could tell she was looking forward to some much-needed rest.
As we finished dinner, Cindy suggested we watch a movie together. I agreed, and we settled in for a cozy night in. It wasn’t long before Cindy started to get sleepy, and I helped her get ready for bed, giving her a gentle kiss on the forehead as I tucked her in.
I lay down beside her, feeling grateful to have her back home safe and sound. As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me, knowing that I had my two girls in my life, and that everything was right with the world.
But as the night wore on, I was awoken by a gentle movement beside me. It was Cindy, and she was snuggled up close, her body pressed against mine. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her, feeling a surge of love and affection for this beautiful woman.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Cindy moaned softly, and I could feel her body responding to my touch. I stroked her back, feeling her heat and her love for me. As I continued to caress her, I could feel my own desire building, and I knew that I wanted to make love to her.
I pushed her shoulders forward, and pulled myself back, feeling my cock harden in response to her wetness. I entered her slowly, feeling her body tremble as I bottomed out. We moved together, our bodies slapping softly as we built up speed.
Cindy was hot and wet, and I could feel her body squeezing my shaft as I thrust into her. I grabbed her hips, slamming her from behind as my cock was clenched by her pussy. My balls were bathed in a large quantity of cum, and I groaned in pleasure as I released several loads of sperm into her womb.
I collapsed on top of her, and we kissed. Cindy wasn’t giving me her entire tongue as she usually did, and I rolled off of her onto my back, curious about what was different.
As I lay there, I felt a strange sensation, and I looked down to see Jen’s face staring up at me, her eyes locked on mine. I was stunned, and I practically yelled “Jen! – What the fuck are you doing here!?!” as I pulled the covers over me by instinct.
Jen smiled at me, and said her mother had called earlier to say her flight had been cancelled due to weather, and she’d try to get the first plane out in the morning. I sternly told her that wasn’t answering the question I asked, and she replied “I wanted to fuck you since I looked in and saw you fucking my mother… I told you I’d gotten myself off months ago when I saw you together – what I didn’t tell you was that I was imagining what it would be like to feel your cock sliding in and out of my pussy. And now I know…”.
I was stunned, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But as I looked at Jen, I saw something in her eyes that I had never seen before, a raw desire and a longing that I couldn’t ignore.
Jen pushed herself up, walked on her knees up towards my chest, and sat on her ankles with her legs spread and pussy gaping at me. She was smiling at me, and I could see the love and desire in her eyes.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I was frozen, unsure of what to do. But as I looked at Jen, I knew that I had to make a choice, to either push her away or to give in to my desires.
I looked at her, and I knew that I couldn’t resist her. I had to make love to her, to feel her body wrapped around mine, to taste her skin and to smell her scent.
I pulled her closer, and we kissed, our lips meeting in a passionate and urgent kiss. I could feel her heart racing, and I knew that she was ready for me.
As we kissed, I could feel my desire building, and I knew that I had to take it further. I pulled her closer, and I entered her, feeling her body tremble as I bottomed out.
We moved together, our bodies slapping softly as we built up speed. I could feel her body squeezing my shaft as I thrust into her, and I knew that I was giving in to my desires.
As we made love, I felt a sense of freedom and release, a sense of giving in to my desires and embracing my true nature. And as we finished, I knew that I had made a choice, a choice that would change my life forever.
I gazed at her in shock, my voice barely above a whisper. “You planned this?”
“Yes,” she replied, a sly smile spreading across her face. “I’ve wanted to be with you for a long time, but you’ve been discouraging me from wearing revealing clothes around the house. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, still trying to process the situation.
“I wore my mother’s favorite nightgown, just like she does, and snuck into your room while you were sleeping. I moved a few things around to make it look like she’d just come home, and then I slipped into bed with you.”
“And then?” I prompted, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and concern.
“You got excited, ran your hands all over me, and… well, you know. You fucked me twice. You licked my pussy, kissed me, touched me, and came inside me. And look, your cum is still dripping out of me.”
I felt a surge of anger, but my body betrayed me, hardening in response to her words.
“Are you trying to tell me you didn’t enjoy it?” she teased, her hand reaching down to cup my cock through the covers.
“No, I… I don’t know what to say,” I stammered, my anger giving way to confusion.
“I see,” she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, let me check here…” She reached down to touch me again, and I felt my cock respond, growing harder by the second.
“I’m so turned on by being in bed with you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I know my mother would kill me if she knew… but I liked watching you swim. And when I first saw you, I was already attracted to you. I had no idea you were so much older than me.”
“And then you started wearing your mother’s nightgown, and…?” I prompted, still trying to wrap my head around the situation.
“I wanted to feel a hot cock inside me, and I knew you’d never make the first move, so I took matters into my own hands. And here’s the bottom line: you’ve already fucked your girlfriend’s daughter, and she wants more. So, what’s it going to be?”
She started massaging my cock, and I felt my resolve weakening. “You want to fuck me again, don’t you?” she asked, her eyes locked on mine. “I’ve seen how you look at me, and at Diane when she’s around. I know how turned on you are when you watch us.”
She let the nightgown fall off her shoulders, revealing her naked body. “Don’t look now, but you’re getting fucked by your girlfriend’s daughter… again.”
Jen straddled me, her eyes rolling back in her head as she impaled herself on my cock. “Oh, God,” she moaned, her pussy lips wrapped tightly around me. “Please, don’t stop.”
I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me as she rode me, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. She came, her pussy spilling its juices all over my balls and the sheets. And then she collapsed on top of me, her tongue fighting its way into mine.
She sat up, her hands roaming over my body. “Please eat me,” she whispered, her pussy settling on my mouth. My tongue slid into her, working her pussy with every technique at my disposal. I looked up at her, her body responding to my touch.
She came again, her hips moving with my tongue. I pulled her clitoris into my mouth and sucked hard on it, and she moaned lustfully. She lifted her leg and moved off of me, and I pushed her onto her back, straddling her face.
I stuffed my cock into her mouth, and she sucked it hungrily. I started to fuck her mouth, my hands controlling her head. I was turned on by the shameless horniness of Jen, knowing I was having sex with a girl barely old enough to be my daughter.
Just as I felt my orgasm coming, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, quickly moved between her legs, and stuffed my shaft into her pussy. I reached down and held her ass with one hand, timing my thrusts into her wet cunt.
My orgasm came up fast, and I pumped my load into her. She pumped me a few more times, and shrieked as she came one more time, soaking my balls. Again.
I pulled out, breathing heavily, and lay back on the bed. She turned to me, lifted her leg over mine, and I could feel her wet pussy against my leg. I looked over the bed, and it had several large wet spots on it.
“You’re a naughty, naughty girl,” I muttered, feeling her breasts brush my arm.
“Maybe,” she giggled, “but you didn’t seem to mind taking advantage of it… Do I deserve a spanking?”
Jen looked up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. I slapped her on the ass, and she yelped. “Don’t do that again, or it’ll be worse next time,” I told her.
“I hope that’s a promise,” she whispered, a sly smile spreading across her face.