I could tell stories about my married lover Kim, but what you REALLY want to hear is the story Kim told ME, about the hot 18 year old dancer Kaeli who Kim got to fuck in an afternoon of delicious girl/girl sex.
Kim related the tale while she was licking and jerking my very fat six and a half inches of swollen cockmeat. It made her horny to see my reaction, and I heard all the juicy details about how she seduced and fucked a high school senior at the end of this past summer.
It was October, I hadn't seen Kim in the couple of months, she and her husband moved about an hour farther away from where I live. We'd been trading emails and texts that we needed to get together and fuck again, we usually hooked up about once a week or every other week at least.
I'd been fucking Kim for six years, since I first met -- and fucked -- her when she and her husband did a foursome with my wife and me. My wife Ginger and I have been on the swinger scene for a decade, I'm 38 and she's 41, so over time I've had the pleasure of sticking my dick in about two dozen slutty women. Kim is one of the sluttiest. Pardon the terminology, but frankly, Kim is what you would describe as "white trash." The only people who hate the term are, well, white trash, but if you are, you are. She got knocked up in high school and although she's only 29 years old, her oldest daughter is already 13. It happens. Fortunately, marrying her boyfriend right away, her husband turned out to be a bright geek and makes decent coin doing computer shit for a big company. It allowed Kim to move away from her small rural town, out of their pre-fabbed trailer house, to the more swanky suburbs where I live.
So, right, Kim and her husband Jimmy were into the swinging scene too back then, six years ago, and we had a raunchy foursome in my bedroom one night. My wife Tina didn't like Jimmy much, so we never did the foursome thing again. Kim and me, though, hit it off, and we've been cheating on our spouses ever since. She was practically my second wife, at periods, I even bought her Christmas presents more expensive than the shit I got Tina. That was a few years ago, not so much recently.
Kim's hot, too. She died her hair blonde, but sometimes like these days left the roots dark, which is very sexy with her big, full head of hair. She keeps herself in decent shape, she's like a size 6 or 8, with hot C-cup tits and a round butt, and not much flab on her tummy. Kim loves to be tan, using tanning salons all the time, and wears tons of cheap jewelry and bling all over her fingers. You can take the girl out of her white trash home, but you can't take the white trash out of the girl, you know.
Anyway, with us having gone a couple months without fucking, we just had to hook up. I got a motel room one afternoon near her new house, told my wife I was driving out to check out a guy's motorcycle I might want to buy, and met Kim in the parking lot. She was hot for sex the moment we saw each other, making out in the parking lot by my car, with her grinding her abdomen against the tent in my jeans. Even though it was a cool October day, the slut was wearing a sundress that had a low, scalloped neckline, exposing some of her fleshy cleavage. Her clothing didn't much matter, she wouldn't be in them very long.
As soon as we raced into the motel, we stood there making out and swapping saliva, while taking off each other's clothing. "I wanna fuck you bad," Kim was moaning into my mouth, groping my penis even before she had my underwear off, "I'm so hot for it, I need it good today."
We didn't do any foreplay, we just jumped into the bed and started fucking. I screw my pretty wife regularly, and have another married woman I bang somewhat frequently, so it wasn't like I hadn't had sex in a while. But Kim is just a hot fuck, she screams and begs for it, she has that slutty, hungry look in her blue eyes, and she talks so pretty when she cums. "Ooooh you're making me cummmm -- ohhhh fuck it's a goooood one -- ohhhh stick me deeper, ohhhh bang this hot bitch, I'm sooo horny for you, Kent!" Makes me fuck her harder, hearing her say those things when I'm "sticking her deep."
After a while of short but really intense, sweaty sex, we were lying nude on the bed catching up. Kim shaves her married cunt bald, as I do my married dick, so we both had lots of sweat, juices and sperm on our genitalia, while sitting there and chatting. As we talked, my hand was rubbing the liquids around her crotch and thighs, and Kim's hand -- with wedding ring -- was stroking my boner back to size, groping my fat, hairless balls too.
With her stroking my cock, she was asking who I'd been fucking lately. No one really, I told her truthfully, just Lisa (the wife), and a week ago my other married mistress, Janae, a secretary at some company downtown. Kim snickered, as if she knew something I didn't, while her blue eyes watched my sloppy cock returning to its full, ready-to-fuck girth. "Sooo," she purred in her slight rural twang she still maintained, "wanna hear something hot?"
I laid back flat on the soiled bedsheets of the cheap motel room, my legs flat too, my erection protruding from my crotch in Kim's wandering hand. "Sure," I laughed, my hands under my head, elbows to both sides.
Kim kept gazing at her hand stroking my penis, then she looked at my face and blushed. "You wanna hear, I fucked an 18 year old GIRL a couple months ago, right before we moved."
THROB!
Already nearly at full size, my cock instantly seemed to double in stiffness, suddenly aching in Kim's hand with a pain for attention. I knew Kim had been bisexual back in her days as a swinger, but those days, she had said, were long gone, since her oldest daughter turned 9 four years ago. I hadn't realized she still got it on with other females, or at least, hadn't heard about that for a long, long time.
"Sounds fucking hot, you nasty slut," I giggled at the teasing, cheating whore with me, "who was she, tell me about it?"
Kim, ever so playful, crawled between my legs, bending down, staring at my dick. "Mmmm," grunted the horny married woman, sticking her tongue out, licking some of the messy juices off of my shaft. "Ohhh, good, you're hard again." She swallowed my cockhead and rolled her tongue around it a little, then pulled back to stroke me. "So, I knew you'd like it."
I couldn't wait to hear. "Who was she?" I shifted my weight and propped my head and shoulders up with pillows behind me, so I could watch her toy with my erection while she told me about this hot sex with an 18 year old girl.
My mistress was snickering at my enthusiasm. "Relax, baby," she ordered me, gathering some pillows herself so she could lean her chest on them, as her face hovered above my pelvis and her mouth and hand entertained my dick and balls. Licking around my cockhead some more, she lifted her head up and just stroked my boner a little before relating her tale.
Kim said the girl's name was Kaeli. She was 18, one of the regular dancers at the dance studio where Kim's 13 year old daughter Agatha was taking classes. Kaeli apparently wasn't exactly what you expect in a dancer -- she still had some "babyfat" on her face, butt and thighs, so she wasn't as sleek like normal dancers. But it was her thing, she was a teenager going into her senior year of high school, she liked to dance and so she did. Took a lot of classes at the studio, even taught some of the little kids.
Over the past summer or so, Kim had gotten friendly with Kaeli. Talked to her a lot around the studio, just bullshitting with other moms and students, that sort of thing. But Kim, always so horny, found herself liking Kaeli in sexual ways. The girl had nice big tits, her slightly rounded face was pretty, she always smelled sweet, and apparently she looked dynamite in her skimpy dance outfits. Great curves, Kim explained. Long, dirty-blonde hair, a natural blonde unlike Kim herself, but Kaeli was playful and would switch up her looks time to time -- going goth-black for a couple weeks, then washing out the color and showing up for a few days with hot pink stripes in her hair, even blue-tinted edges to her hair, that sort of thing.
Over the course of a couple of months that summer, Kim found herself striking up a friendship with Kaeli, slowly, but with sexual intentions. Took her out for coffee. Took her out for lunch one day, while Kim's kids were in a dance class. Then even made a "date" with Kaeli, although it was a "shopping day" at the mall, not exactly what a guy would find fun. They window-browsed, got some food, just walked around.
Through those times together, Kim was getting close to Kaeli, let inside the girl's world. Kaeli and Kim talked about guys and sex -- what girls don't? -- but, sometimes, got descriptive. Kim told Kaeli about the times Kim was a swinger, fucking other married couples, which both freaked out but also impressed Kaeli. With Kim so open about sex, Kaeli explained back how she had only had two boyfriends, neither relationship went well. Her parents didn't like the guys, apparently they were really strange dudes. One was a college guy, even. Kaeli told Kim she didn't have a real boyfriend, "unless you count the guys on the Internet."
The no-secret girl/girl talks brought them close, meaning not just in terms of their friendship, but physically too. "We were hand-in-hand," Kim blushed, speaking of the end of their day together shopping at the mall, "you know, kind of secretly holding hands, so no one could see." Her blue eyes staring at my face to be sure I was paying rigid attention and her tongue teasing my pulsatingly hard cockhead, Kim then said with a whisper, "I even gave her a good-bye kiss, on the lips -- not a smooch, just a nice, friendly kiss."
Sexy image, the idea of Kim kissing a long-haired, voluptuous 18 year old. "Nice," I admired, my dick wanting more attention but my ears liking the story more, "so then what?"
Kim knew she was moving at the end of the summer, in a couple of weeks. She would only be an hour away, but they were leaving the dance studio, so if anything was going to happen, she had to make it happen soon. Just before the summer ended, the studio was putting on a show for the parents of young kids who'd taken summer classes. There would be a full dress rehearsal, apparently several hours long. Kim would drop her kids off at it, then have three hours to herself that day.
When Kim found out Kaeli wasn't going to be in the recital, the opportunity present itself.
