The next month or two was extremely busy on both our counts. We both had freelance projects we were working on, family obligations and just general life that gotten the way of our playtime. We had made time for a few episodes here and there, but we were both stretched for time. It had been couple of weeks since our last encounter when the app notification buzzed.

“Hey, so, Tim is going north to visit my in-laws for the long weekend. I still have some work to do, so I’m not going. You?” Annabelle messaged.

“Your kidding me.” Serendipitously our timing had aligned. “Carol is away on business this weekend. I had some things too, but…Playtime?” I sent a message back. Crazy really, I hadn’t had a moment to myself in a while.

“Fuck YES! Friday night, eight?”

“I’ll be knocking”

It was a few days away, but I was looking forward to it, in the way you looked forward to a concert or a play you’d been dying to see. She seemed excited too. Although I felt a bit of apprehension.

Friday finally rolled around and the day had flew past when the app buzzed.

“Hey, it’s my turn right, to pick. I have something a little special…teeheee cya in a few!” I read her message as my wife pulled away in the Uber.

“Sounds spectacular.” It actually scared me a bit.

I put on a jacket, one of the few designer pieces I owned. I don know, I thought it should be a little special. Not that is was going to on for long I thought. I went out the my door and knocked softly. I didn’t hear the telltale sound of her heels walking down the hall. Ever since I confessed to liking heels, she made a point to wear them, at least to start out. I heard the lock fall open and the door open. She ushered me in quickly and she stood in the small vestibule of the apartment, wrapped in a silken, white robe.

“Don’t you look nice…You ready!” she asked. And she let the robe she was wearing to fall off her shoulders, showing me a bit of her white sheer bra. Below the short robe were her legs sheathed in white nylon thigh highs. “I know you like white.” she said smiling broadly. “Lets start out kind of chill. I have some wine waiting. I like that there is no rush, right?” She asked.

“Yeah, it’s kind of nice really.” I said.

“Maybe we can sit and talk for a little bit. We really haven’t hung out in a while. I have a few things to to tell you too. Well, I guess show you really.” And she began saunter down the hallway. Her shoulders now bare, the robe still pinched loosely at the waist and her gate seemed a little off.

We both sat on the couch, she poured some red wine from a bottle sitting on the coffee table. When she sat, she writhed a little to get comfortable.

“You like my legs? I know you have a thing, I hope you don’t mind.”

“No, no, you look great. Really. So, what did you have to tell me?” I asked, rather dying to know.

“Well, I’ve been a little busy the past few weeks. And not just with work.” And she looked down a the floor, suddenly a little uncomfortable. “I’ve been, um, working on something, and, um, exploring things a bit.”

“Do tell.”

Well, all this has, you know, opened me up to things.” She stammered. “A new way of thinking about things, um, like what gets me off. I mean, you know, watching all this porn, and sharing it with someone, has given me the, courage, yeah, courage to think about different things. Like I love Tim, but…”

“The sex isn’t the best.” I added as if finishing her sentence, “I get it, my mind, my fantasies go way past what Carol can probably even imagine.”

“Ugh, yeah right!” She emphatically agreed. “I mean, I keep wondering why, um, why we do this little thing that we do? Um, I even have a hard time saying it. Why do we masturbate together and watch porn. We’re friends, but, well, its not like we are hanging out watching baseball. Why do you think we take these crazy chances? Just. To. Watch. Porn. I’m mean its a blast, all kinds of fun really, but…”

“Well, I think part of it is right there, what you said. It’s fun. And we get to share this with someone. Because its not something that can often be shared. It probably should be with our significant others, but that’s really not really going to happen. I think we go to great lengths to make sure some lines are not crossed. But really, um well, we certainly are crossing lines.” I said, not sure where we were going with this. I was seated across from a half naked woman trying to justify this whole thing.

“Hmmm and that is part of the real turn on too right. It’s kinda wrong. I watch porn with a guy, who I get to watch stroke his cock while we watch and he gets to watch me orgasm as I fuck myself with my fingers. Even just describing it starts to get me going.” She turned to face me on the couch, stretching one leg across the length between us, her robe opening to show her white sheer panties and one side of her robe now sliding down her arm, the areola of one breast now visible through her see through bra. “I mean watching the porn totally does it for disney gallery star wars the book of boba fett izle me, I mean I come even when I’m by myself. But sitting here with you, like this, you seeing me, my body, fucking sends shivers through me. You know, your looking at me now and I know you are turned on just looking at me, right?”

“Oooh, so that’s why I’m so hard…” I laughed, and she leaned over to smack me. “But yeah, it is, and we do little things to heighten our responses. You wearing the white thigh highs, me when I stay dressed except for my cock being exposed, and, I know you like watching me come, so I always let you know when I’m about to. I would love it if Carol could enjoy this, or hell join us, how wild would that be…”

“YES, or having two men jerking off near me, Man, that would be fucking awesome, But, I mean the hoops I jumped through to secretly get this stuff…” And she stopped and looked at me. “So, yeah. That’s what I wanted to tell you about. Well, show you actually.”

And with that she reached under the couch and pulled out a box. She sat there with it on her lap and stared at it. The robe had slipped down a bit more, the front just hanging off he edge of her other nipple. She slowly opened it and pulled out what she wanted to show me, holding it aloft in one hand.

“Well, here it is. And I’ve had a bit of fun with it” As she held the prick shaped rubber dildo in front of her. “Oh yes, so much fun.”

“Look at fucking you! That’s amazing. So, um, so you like it?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Fuck, yes!”

So, that’s what you’ve been working on? I mean its not huge, but…”

“Aaaaah no, not really.” Her eyes looked skyward. “So what I’ve been working has taking a bit of practice really.”

Well…?” I asked, my curiosity heightened.

“Ummmm it’s probably easier to show you.” And she took a large swig from her wine glass.

Annabelle moved from her sitting position and kneeled on the sofa, ass facing me, and slowly pulled the robe off her body until her thong covered her ass was visible. She pulled away the thin piece of material with a finger to reveal the but plug that was stationed inside her ass. “This, this is what I’ve been working on.’ She said in a muffled voice from the opposite end of the couch. “It’s taken me a few weeks to be able to just keep it in me like this.”

It was amazing. She just held her ass up in the air like that what seemed like an eternity, letting me just stare.

“Fuck Annabelle, that is, man, that is amazing. Really! Um, how does, how does it feel?”

“Full. Just fucking full. And great. So you like? I mean, not that that I did it for you. But is it hot?” Her head now turned toward me.

“Jesus, Annabelle yes!”

“Hmmmm good.” And she sat back down. “You have no idea how sexy this makes me feel. I have a fucking butt plug up my ass! And a fucking dildo on the coffee table. Should we, ah, watch the show I’ve programmed for the evening?”

“Um, yes!” I stated emphatically.

“Hmmmmm, cool.” She slid the white thong off and positioned herself at end end of the couch facing me with one foot on the floor and the other on the couch.

“Sooooo I hope this video is to your liking, I don’t know, its defiantly a little bit crude, ok, a lot a bit crude. Its just what it is.” She poked at the iPad. “And since I did this nice thing for you, you know, wearing these nice white nylons…” She paused a rubbed herself slowly from her white nylon cased foot up to her thigh. “I may have a request of you later. You think these is hot?”

“Annabelle, you know I do. Major fetish right here in front of me. Start the fucking video.”

“Patience my dear man.” She answered sarcastically.

And with that the tv sprang to life. I unzipped the fly and pulled my hard cock out. I knew she’d like that, just my cock out of my pants.

“Ugh, I’ve been watching these for a week now. I discovered them and they haven’t ceased to get me wet.”

The screen showed a woman kneeling the floor with a multitude of men around her. “Ok boys, gloss me!” She said emphatically. “Stroke those cocks!”

Annabelle rubbed her cunt. She had her head on the arm of the couch and opened herself up totally, butt plug glistening in the light of the tv as she watched the woman on the screen look straight at the cocks as they were stroked. “Fuck, just waiting.” And she began diddling her cunt, making soft circles before plunging her fingers in. She reached over and grabbed the dildo, putting it first in her mouth to wet it, then slowly pushing it into her pussy. “Its called bukkake, fucking bukkake, uuugh….yes fuck, soooooo fucking fuuuull!” Annabelle began to move her toy in and out of her wet cunt. It was a sight. I had a hard time making myself watch what was on the screen.

“Come. On. Me.” The woman screamed for the screen as the first guy began to spew his seed on her. disney intertwined izle

I was rubbing my cock slowly trying to save myself. And the screen froze.

Annabelle, facing me, her legs wide open, dildo bored deep in her pussy, slick with her juices, had stopped the action.

“Ok, uuuugh fuck this is good. SO raunchy. Ok, I have a fucking request of you.” And she plunged the toy a few times into her pussy, “Ok.” Breathing hard. “Um, so when you come, right before. Um, this its turning me on just asking you. I’ve never felt it before. Could you…could you just come…on me…come on me. I want so bad to FUCKING feel it on my face, tits.” She was slowly moving the dildo in and out of her cunt. She immediately turned the video back on, not waiting for my answer. “Look they’re coming on her!”

And they were. Ropes and ropes of come fell on he actress’s face and tits, falling her stomach and legs. Wave after wave covering her.

“Yeeeeees, Oh god yes.” She looked at me, wanting. “Will you, uuuugh shit, will you?”

How could I not, swept up in the moment, the video seemingly lasting forever, Annabelle almost pleading.

I stood up from the couch and walked over to her. Stroking my cock.

“Come here, please. Close to my face. FUCKING DO IT.” She ripped the bra from her breasts. “ON ME!”

I look down into her eyes, to her heaving body, to the screen, then back to her fingers gripping the toy as it moved at a quickening pace. She opened her mouth, just like in the porn we had watched together. And I started to come, seemingly harder than I had ever before. I exploded, spraying come across her face, in her mouth, coating her chin, globlets streaking her hair and across her tits.

“AAAAAAAAGH YES, fuuuuuuuck.” Her body bucking in a muscle clenching orgasm. “All over me, uuuugh fuck amazing!”

I sat at the edge of he couch, still fully dressed except for my prick hanging out of my fly. She lied crumpled on the back of the couch, come dripping across her face,

“Oh fuck, this feels amazing. So much come. How do I look? Like one the porn woman we’ve watched, tell me….” And she pulled the rubber cock out of her pussy and licked her juices off.

“Incredible.” I stammered.

She started rubbing the come into her tits. “Ugh, having that cock in my cunt, the plug in my ass, your come on me. Fuck, ugh fuck. I have to see this, can you, um , here…” And she reached over to grab her phone and unlocked it. “Take some pictures, fuck, video, yeah.”

She grabbed the fake cock and slide it back into her cunt. “Film this, start at my cunt and just pan up to my fucking face.”

So that’s what I did. I held it pointing as she masturbated with the hand held cock, and then moved the camera up to her come streaked tits and then her face.

“Show me, oh, please show me. So damn hot…”

I stopped recording, hit the video and showed her the screen.

“Yes, nice, wow. I love it.” And she paused when the short video ended. “What the fuck was that huh? That. Was. Wild right?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Perhaps a little over the top. But, um great.” I said as a stuffed my softening cock back into my pants. “Whew yeah. Ok. So I’ll head back next door and, um let you get cleaned up.

“Well, ah, why don’t you hang out, neither of us has to be anywhere. Maybe we can watch a movie, order in or something? I don’t mind really. Besides I have a bottle of wine open. You don’t want me drinking alone?” She smiled. “Just, just give me a minute. I’m still a little, well, spinning. She’s said leaning farther into the couch.

We usually went our separate ways after our playtime. “Um, yeah sure. Sure, just hang. You want me to get you a towel? And I started toward the the bathroom.

“Um, hang on. Not quite yet, I, ah, I just want to enjoy this a bit longer.”

We both sat there, drinking our wine. Come still streaking her face, dripping down her chest. She closed her eyes for a minute. All I could do was look at her. Dildo laying on the couch next to her, still wet, plug in her ass, white sheathed legs, tits hanging over her bra, her sipping wine. It was all oddly beautiful.

“You look pretty amazing there lady.” I said.

“I’m sure I do, but I have to get this plug out of my ass.” She rose from the couch and headed toward the other part of he apartment. “I’ll probably jump in the shower for a sec, I’m, um, kind of a mess. Jump on Seamless and order some food, maybe King Dragon.”

I sat there trying to process the evening as I opened the app and absent mindedness ordered food. I heard muffled sounds coming from the bathroom with a “I’m fine…” yelled through the door and the shower turn on.

The bell in the apartment rang and I buzzed the delivery guy up. She turned the shower off and yelled, “Is that the food? Just set it up in the living room, I’ll be out in a sec.” I did what I was told and poured more wine in our glasses. I was getting plates from the dünyayala benim aramda izle kitchen and heard Annabelle move past the kitchen. I almost dropped the plates when I entered the living room again.

“I figured why get dressed. Let’s eat!.” She said, naked on the couch, opening the food containers. “I’m so hungry. I took I worked up quite an appetite, what about you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess I did.” I looked at her siting there. “Do you like siting there naked?” I asked.

“Hmm, yuuasss.” She answered with her mouth full. She swallowed. “Sorry, yes. I do. It’s, like, I don’t know, a little liberating and um, a bit of a turn on honestly. I mean it would be anyway, I really don’t spend all that much time naked, much less in front of someone, um, someone that, you know, I probably shouldn’t be naked in front of…um, you.” She just sat there silent for a half a minute, looking like she was thinking. “Would you, feel, um, comfortable, or want to, um, be naked too?” She sheepishly asked.

“Well, it’s not like you haven’t, well actually you haven’t really seen naked have you?” And she shook her head no with a smile. “I always keep something on, I thought you liked it that way better, right?”

“Oh I do, I love that, that you do that,” she said between bites. “I just thought…thought that it might be a little fun, for both of us to be naked a while. So what do you think?”

“Um sure.” And I put my food down and stripped out of my clothes and sat back down.

There was no hiding my erection and when she noticed she asked “So I guess it’s a bit of a turn on for you then to?”

“Ah, yes.” I said sarcastically. “Listen Annabelle, you know you are pretty hot right. I mean not just physically either. Like I love the kink you bring with you, the sexiness that oozes from you. That’s a pretty big turn on. These videos you pick, they haven’t been the run of the mill porn. You like to stretch your boundaries.”

“Thanks, I guess…” She she smiled a wicked grin. “No, really, thank you. There is um, well, no one really that I can express this kind of thing to and that you recognize, and like, that I’m this way means a lot. And you aren’t so vanilla either buddy. I love your little sexual hang ups, the voyeuristic side of you, not just liking watching me, but your whole cuckquean fantasy thing and the simple things, like your hang up with white stockings. Where did that come from anyway, just from watching porn?”

“Not really, had a girlfriend once that showed up for my birthday with just white stockings and a white corset under her coat. Ever since then…”

“Ooooh do tell, I want al the details!”

“Ok, but if I do, you have to tell me about one of your sexual encounters, deal?”

“Hmmm yeah sure…ok. I might have one for you…” she answers with a sly look on her face. “but let’s put this food away and get comfortable.”

Annabelle scooped up the containers and sashayed to the kitchen, came back and filled our wine glasses. She sat down at the end of the couch, leaning back against a pillow on the arm, crooked one leg under herself with the other on the floor, pussy and breasts open to to me.

“Well, I had this girlfriend, we didn’t date for long, maybe three, four months, but she was an adventurous girl. I don’t think we had sex in the same position the whole time we dated. Anyway I had invited her over to my place for dinner to celebrate my birthday. I told her no presents. It was pretty early in our dating and I wanted to keep it low key. So she gets over my apartment, I buzz her in downstairs and open my door and venture back to the stove where I’m cooking. She walks in and makes her way to the kitchen where she stands in a long, knee length black leather coat. I had seen it before, so no big surprise. I notice she is wearing knee high white go go type boots.”

As I started to tell the story, Annabelle was softly moving a finger over her left nipple, stroking it until it became a hard nub.

“I commented on her boots, something like “Those boots look great” and she replied with “So what do you think about this?” After which she pulled open her coat to reveal the aforementioned white stockings and corset. With no panties.”

“Umm that must have been rather alluring. Describe her body to me, what it looked like right then…” And Annabelle moved a finger down her stomach to her pussy and slowly began to circle her clit gently.

“She was stunning really. She let go of the coat and it dropped to the floor.”

“Yeah yeah ok, what did she look like.” Annabelle asked impatiently.

“Don’t worry I’m getting there. So there she was in my kitchen, let’s spread slightly apart letting me drink her in. She had fairly long legs and with them sheathed in all white, they just looked amazing. She was a strawberry blond, so above the tops of the thigh highs her pale pink white skin was beautiful. She never shaved her pussy, but there was only light tufts of blonde hair anyway, and her cunt was glistening. The corset ended with an inverted U. It all just framed her cunt. She didn’t have big tits or anything, but there were so round and perfect and held in just half demi-cups. It was one of the hottest things I had ever saw. She just stood there not saying a thing. It had to be a fun 30 seconds for it all to register.”

I watched as Annabelle now began stroking her cunt. She had moved her knee up against the back of the couch to give her easier access. “OK…And, and…Come on boy on with it!”