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don’t . . . I mean, do you think that’s a good idea?”
    “I’ve been wanting to know what it feels like for so long. Please?”
    “Yeah, I guess. I mean, why not?” The first touch of her hand was like a silk scarf around my cock. Her skin was at once cool and warm. I responded accordingly.
    “I really like watching it grow like that. It’s so thick and full.”
    “Me and Mrs, Mrs Jones”. Fuck. Who sang that?
    “Sheila. Oh, Christ. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because we’re married.”
    “So? Married people get each other off like this all the time.”
    “Generally not with someone else’s spouse.”
    “Want me to stop?”
    “You can look at me and ask that?”
    “So an erection means I can keep going?”
    “You can take that as a yes.”
    She deftly slid her hand to the base of my cock until the tip rested halfway up her forearm. “I’m sure you’d be hard if anyone was stroking you.”
    “I’m sure I would.”
    “What if I was fat and ugly?”
    “No woman’s fat and ugly with my cock in her hand.”
    She put my hand between her legs and pressed it against her pussy. Her clit was so hard I had no trouble finding it. I inserted one finger and rubbed back and forth, feeling the nub roll against
my joint. Her eyes closed for a few seconds.
    “Sheila.”
    “Shut up.”
    “Sheila.”
    “Don’t stop.”
    “Sheila!”
    “Put anoth– Oh yeah! That’s good.”
    “No kidding. This is a bad idea.”
    “I know.”
    “We could get in so much trouble.”
    “Wanna – hhuh! – stop?”
    She had me, there. “We have to be very careful, and very quiet. Lucy’s just on the other side of this wall.”
    “All right. God! OK. Let’s set some guidelines.”
    “Like what?”
    “Like no fucking.”
    “Including ass-fucking?”
    “Fuck, oh, God! Yeah, dammit.”
    “What about oral?”
    “I’ll go down on you – fuck! – if you want, but you can’t eat me.”
    “Why not?”
    “I can’t – fucking Christ! – ’cause I can’t be quiet when I come that way.”
    “Keep your voice down.”
    “I’m trying. Shit! Don’t stop.”
    “Hardly seems fair.”
    “Well – Jesus! – maybe when Gavin — oh, God! – goes out of town – fuck! Kiss me!”
    She let go of my cock and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her orgasm was muffled in my mouth as her breath filled my lungs. Her hips bucked against my hand. She acted like she wanted to climb
me.
    Once she relaxed, and her body went limp, she took her lips from mine and laid her head on my shoulder. It took a few minutes for her breathing to return to normal.
    “I’ve been wanting to feel that for weeks. Thank you.”
    “Maybe you should get dressed and go home now.”
    “Mmmm. What about you?”
    “I’ll be fine.”
    “But I want you to come. I wanna help.”
    “You’ve helped plenty. Believe me.”
    “But –”
    “Next time. Now, get dressed.”
    I stroked myself while she put her clothes back on. Then she went down on her knees and kissed my cock. I spurted a little on her face but she opened her mouth in time to get most of it.
    After that night we managed to get together at least once a week. More, if we could but, families being what they are, it wasn’t always possible. Over time we worked out a signal to let
her know when I’d be outside.
    We never fucked. She liked sucking me off, and a few times I was able to sneak over to her house and eat her. She wasn’t kidding. She’s loud. But most of the time we just watched
each other masturbate.
    To paraphrase The Chiffons: “She’s so fine.”
    Gavin and Sheila moved away earlier this year, so now poor Carol has to share time. “Memories, light the corners of my mind”. I used to hate that song.

 
JOYS OF WATER SPORTS
    Peter, London
    I’ve always had a secret penchant for water sports. I used to play with myself, peeing and masturbating at the same time. The double flow of urine and semen gave me a
deeply erotic thrill unmatched by the