All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination.
They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment.
Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives.
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This is a continuation of the story
Some Change in Amy
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It would help to understand a little about who and what is going on if you read that first but I hope this story might be enjoyable either way.
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Luke wasn't quite sure what had happened. He knew what a threesome was. He'd read about them, even had friends at work talk about them. They were something that you fantasized about. They weren't real. He supposed that all hormonal young males had thought about that kind of thing, wondered what it might be like but very few had ever experienced one. Now he was among the group that had indeed experienced it. Weirdest of all, it had been set up and arranged by his wife. The sweet, prim and proper daytime Amy who, when she had a little too much wine, a little too much internet porn, a little too much peeping at the neighbors doing the dirty, turned into nighttime Amy, a sexual machine who continued to surprise him no end, as she had with Jen, their next door neighbor. Now Jen was a fine-looking woman, very fine indeed, but she seemed to be as amazed by Amy's manipulations as Luke had been. Of course, they both had enjoyed what had transpired.
Typical of Amy, the minute Jen had left, she was ready for more, or at least her share. Luke was always ready for more of Amy so that next hour had been very fulfilling if it did leave Luke totally exhausted. He slept very soundly and, when he awoke the next morning, beside him lay daytime Amy, ready to be disgusted by foul talk, dirty jokes and other such things. It was a Saturday morning and she was up and dressed and off to the grocery store as Luke was coming downstairs to fix himself some breakfast.
As he opened the refrigerator door he heard a knock on the back door. Going to the door, there was Anna from next door, Jen's oldest daughter who Amy often described as "The Playboy Girl". He opened the door.
"Hi Anna. What's up with you this morning?" Luke was always a little wary of Anna as she obviously had a silly crush on him, was constantly sunbathing in the backyard in a skimpy bikini and had found ways to display her rather awesome breasts to him on many occasions. She had even sunbathed nude one time, supposedly thinking Luke was gone. Not only was he not gone but he had very explicit photos of the whole thing. What he didn't know was that Anna had been able to take a video from her bedroom through Amy and Luke's bedroom window of them having a very interesting sexual adventure. She also never missed an opportunity to spend some time with Luke when he was working in the yard, usually in one of her bikinis with those stupendous hooters as close to Luke's eyes as she could get them.
"We need to borrow a little milk. Do you have some?"
"Sure, come on in and I'll get it." He had never been alone with Anna inside like this but she had on shorts and a tee shirt so he didn't think much about it. He opened the refrigerator door and searched for the milk. He finally found it and closed the door, turning to Anny who was just kicking the shorts off her feet. Except for her Nikes, she was naked. "What the hell, Anna?" he exclaimed.
"Don't worry, Luke. Nothing is going to happen today. I just want you to look and think." She had a huge but very sly smile on her face and was licking her lips very suggestively.
"Look and think?"
"About these," she said, squeezing her breasts and holding then up. "And this," she added, patting her waxed mound. "I'll just torment you a little and see what finally happens."
"Anna, it's not like you're a teen-ager just teasing around. You're 21 years old and you don't know what might happen."
"Oh, I know what might happen but I'm willing to wait. I'm not touching you today, just giving you something to think about."
"But what if I decided to touch you? What would you do then," Luke said, eying those rather splendid assets she was displaying.
"I'm right here," she countered, holding out her arms.
She was totally delectable but he wasn't going to do it. No way. He shook his head and reached for the milk.
"We don't need any milk -- I just needed to get inside. Not quite ready to do this in public yet." She was putting her clothes back on. "Just be ready," she giggled at him. "There'll be more."
"You mean I can't let you inside our house again?" Luke's turn for a little chuckle.
"Don't worry," she said as she started out the back door. "I'm very creative." She stopped. "You might want to get rid of that lump in your pants before Amy gets back. Kinda hard to explain I bet." Then she was gone.
Luke checked and, sure enough, there was a pretty good lump that he hadn't even been aware of. But why wouldn't there be. Seeing her standing there naked, those giant D tits right in front of him, nipples hard and that bare mound down below with that tanned body. He had every right to get a boner over that, even if he didn't have the right to touch. He knew that she knew that he wouldn't touch her. What he didn't know for sure was rather he'd be able to resist touching her for who knows how long.
Two more pumps and Luke felt that familiar tensing of his body, ecstasy rolling over him as he filled Amy's hot and very wet love tunnel one more time with stream after stream of milky fluid. She groaned as he came, her arms around his neck holding him fast against her. She never got tired of hearing the sounds he made when he was cumming, kind of a combination of grunts and groans unlike anything she ever heard from him at other times. Of course, she knew she also made sounds that he loved and she had just finished making them a very few minutes before he made his.
Luke rolled off Amy and lay beside her, looking over at her and nearly wanting to start over with the night's excitement as he watched those wonderful breasts of hers moving up and down as her chest was gently heaving as she was still recovering from her orgasm. And those nipples that he could never get enough of were dark and hard and long and standing straight up in the air.
"I know you're looking at me," she said softly.
"I am. You're something to look at after you've just orgasmed."