The new cellar room

 The rest of the summer passed quickly and we had a lot of fun at garden parties, pool parties, etc. As autumn came and it got cooler, Franz and I decided to set up a party lounge in an adjoining outbuilding. We had already collected ideas and suggestions for this beforehand. Because there was enough space, we also planned a sauna. In order to be able to complete the conversion, which was done on our own, more quickly, we asked Walter and his wife if they could also help us, which of course they were happy to do. Helmut and Bernd had also offered their services, so it was about to start. My sweetheart got the building materials and I looked around for the equipment and decoration. When everyone was home, he called our friends and asked if they were available for the coming weekend. While Helmut and Bernd prepared the installations for the home sauna, Walter, his wife and I cleared the space for the lounge. After two exhausting weekends, everything was ready and the housewarming party could begin. Ingrid and I were in our element because we organized the party and got everything that was needed. In addition to Walter and Ingrid, Helmut, Bernd, Siggi and Heidi were also invited to this. After a sightseeing tour and a short speech as well as a glass of sparkling wine at the opening, we sat down and ate the delicacies that my girlfriend and I had prepared. There was also a lot of drinking, which heated up the atmosphere enormously. After that we did a few infusions in the new sauna and there was a lot of fooling around. After a little rest, we moved back to the new parlour. My darling acted as bartender, Ingrid and I played waitresses. We dressed up for that, namely translucent blouses with deep necklines and super-short skirts and nothing underneath. This was, of course, food for our men, for they could not keep their hands under control. My love finally said: "Decent service in the bar goes topless" and opened my blouse and took it off me. Helmut did the same thing to Ingrid and pulled her blouse off her body. Now it really started, because every time we came near them we were fondled and cuddled until we were so hot that we sat on their laps and cuddled wildly with them, while they tenderly caress our blissful mounds and pleasure caves with their hands. But they too had gotten so horny that their bliss donors threatened to burst their panties. Heidi had already eaten Siggi's stiffeners and rode on them with pleasure. Ingrid freed Bernd's wand from its narrow prison and impaled herself on it while I took Helmut's monster out of my pants and slowly settled down on it. I carefully let it sink deeper and deeper into my mouse and then began an extensive, horny ride. Ingrids Holder stood next to us and held his hard thing in front of my face, which I immediately pushed between my lips in ecstasy and began to suck lovingly. But he didn't last long, because when I started massaging his bells, his control was over.*******ehe let loose and gave me a whole lot of his testicle contents to swallow. With one hand I then massaged the rest of the twitching rod and let it drip onto my hardened nipples, where I slowly distributed them with his swollen glans. That also made my insides boil and my mouse began to convulsively contract, which in turn stimulated Helmut's little monster so much that it swelled even more and drove his love nectar out of the large, full testicles. He grabbed me by the hips, pressed me very deeply onto his phallus and poured his cream into my twitching clam, panting loudly. His hot wet then redeemed me with a violent shower of pleasure. While I clung to him tightly, kissed him tenderly, I milked the violently twitching pole empty with my mouse. With my mouse dripping, I walked on to Bernd and the same game started all over again. He, too, spoiled my blissful mounds with his hands and lips while I sat down on his love stick. Ingrid grabbed Siggi's stiffener and sat down on it. Heidi looked disappointed at the moment, but Helmut, Franz and Walter pounced on her, laid her on the sofa and stripped her completely naked. Then they devoted themselves to her body and caressed her together until she whimpered loudly with delight. I watched them lustfully while I snuggled up on Bernd's dicks Heidi looked disappointed at the moment, but Helmut, Franz and Walter pounced on her, laid her on the sofa and stripped her completely naked. Then they devoted themselves to her body and caressed her together until she whimpered loudly with delight. I watched them lustfully while I snuggled up on Bernd's dicks Heidi looked disappointed at the moment, but Helmut, Franz and Walter pounced on her, laid her on the sofa and stripped her completely naked. Then they devoted themselves to her body and caressed her together until she whimpered loudly with delight. I watched them lustfully while I snuggled up on Bernd's dicks******raged until it drove him the juice in the bar and he moaned with pleasure and spilled into my abdomen. I milked the last bit of cream from the twitching stick for him too. Even after his pleasure-giver had withdrawn slightly shrunken from my cave, I stayed on his lap and watched with him, fascinated, as the three men caressed Heidi's body, pampered her pleasure zones with lips and hands until she cried out in delight when it she came very hard. Before we could continue, our great stallions had to take a break to recover a bit. Ingrid and I used this to wash our "dirty" pleasure gardens and the men also cleaned their dispensers of joy. Heidi, who was in the bathroom with us, told us that she will soon be engaged to Siggi and maybe move in with him soon. She would like to continue participating in our parties, but she has to talk to Siggi about it first. When we got back we all gathered at the bar, had a drink which my husband mixed for us and started fooling around again. I wanted to put some savory biscuits on the bar with the drinks. This was behind the counter in a niche and to get it I had to bend over the counter. My stretched up bare buttocks, which peeked out from under the short skirt, quickly made Helmut's pussy drill swell again and before I could stand up I felt the thick glans at my gate, which slowly opened the way into my little paradise garden and slid deeper and deeper. My darling, still standing behind the bar, came to me, took my head between his hands and kissed me passionately. I put my hands around his neck and returned his deep kisses. Then his hands wandered down to my bliss mound and began to massage it tenderly and to play with the nipples. Helmut pounded his giant wand into my soaking wet mouse harder and harder, holding my hips tight so he could penetrate me nice and deep. He had just as much endurance as my lover and I was soon floating on a cloud of pleasure. Slowly I felt it rising up in me and finally a huge shower of pleasure rolled over me. When Helmut then poured his love juice into my little mouse, I let out a loud scream of pleasure. He stayed with his pleasure giver in me, slowly moved back and forth, thus prolonging my lust intoxication, so that I had to moan happily again. Now I sagged a bit exhausted and wanted to sit down on a bar stool, but Walter quickly stepped behind me and pressed his hard-on into the overflowing pleasure groove. Ingrid sat next to me on the bar and Bernd spoiled her with his tongue. Heidi retreated to the sofa with "her" Siggi and sat down on his pleasure-giver. After a few deep thrusts, Ingrids Holder withdrew from my pleasure cave and pressed his slimy delight dispenser into my back entrance. His glans pushed itself deeper and deeper into my tight canal and then he slowly began to make it with me with deep thrusts. But the narrowness of my back entrance made him come soon.******* off panting. That was too much for me too and elicited a loud scream of delight. I whimpered and enjoyed his twitching, ******** d lust root and from my full *******Lust furrow seeped the white juice from Helmut and ran down the inside of my thigh. Walter's member finally shrank quickly and slipped out of my butt. Now only my holder was standing with a huge latte behind the bar. I pulled him out by the hand, excited, pushed him onto a stool and sat down on his hard stand. Moving blissfully on it, I hugged him tightly and cuddled him lovingly. I whispered in his ear that we probably “lost” Heidi and Siggi for the foreseeable future, because most of the time they were very much in love with each other. Then he suggested that we should ask Irene's colleagues Jo, Louis and Roman again before they get lost too. I nodded in agreement and the thought of Jo's big lovestick immediately made me cum so hard that I got really dizzy. My mouse immediately began to vibrate wildly and milked his delight dispenser so hard that it drove the juice out of his testicles too. Moaning with pleasure, he poured into my pleasure cave, which made it overflow even more. When his shaft had calmed down a bit, slightly shrunken and slipped out of my mouse, I slipped off his lap after a long, deep kiss and quickly went into the bathroom to clean myself thoroughly. Ingrid also followed and I told her about my fears and my sweetheart's suggestion. She was just as enthusiastic at the thought of the three friends' pleasure donors and asked me when I would call them. We also chatted about Heidi and Siggis Turtelei until we returned to our husbands. Franz had meanwhile told the others about my observations and fears, whereupon Walter said that they had to give Heidi a good run over beforehand. Ingrid and I explained to them that we will spoil Siggi for the fact that he will remember us for a long time and maybe turn up voluntarily to take part in our events. The two lovebirds hadn't noticed anything about our conversations and projects because they were so engrossed in their amorous behavior. Before we started, our great stallions disappeared into the bathroom to wash their magic wands thoroughly. In the meantime, my girlfriend and I had joined them and distracted Siggi from Heidi, who was now being talked about by Franz, Walter, Helmut and Bernd was "supervised". I started cuddling with Siggi while Ingrid was busy with his magic wand. When it was really hard she sat on it and started riding it. I crouched over his head and let his lips and tongue caress my mouse. His nimble tongue skilfully danced over my sensitive pearl and got my insides going. After just a few minutes, it rose up in me very hot and I had to whimper lustfully. Siggi's breathing also got faster, until finally he groaned muffled by my fleece and spilled into Ingrid's love gate. While she was still milking out the last drops, my abdomen began to move by itself and got faster and faster. Then a thrill of bliss shot through my whole body and made it tremble. Siggi dutifully licked my pleasure water from the dripping pleasure zone, while his love rod shrank and now hung sadly between his thighs. To give him some rest, my girlfriend and I kissed Siggi affectionately and let him nibble on our blissful mound. Ingrid then went to wash her overflowing clam while I stroked the semi-rigid thing with my hands and tenderly spoiled his glans with my lips. His staff slowly recovered and got nice and hard again. Finally I sat down on Siggi's delight dispenser and slowly let him penetrate my sensitive zone of lust. While I happily moved on it, he played with my bobbing breasts, lovingly massaged the two mounds, tenderly sucked on the dark red tarnished nipples and quickly drove me one shiver after another over the heated body. Ingrid, who was back in the meantime, knelt down next to us and started massaging his bells. That was soon too much for Siggi. His breathing became more frantic, his shaft began to stretch, and I finally lowered myself firmly onto his staff. He started whimpering********and also flooded my grotto with his hot cream. Then he sat back, exhausted, and his love stick shrank into a small sausage and now hung sadly between his legs. After a tender kiss I got up, went to wash myself and put on a short dress. So I returned to our guests. While Siggi was still lying exhausted on the carpet, we went to see Heidi and our men in the bedroom, where they had disappeared to. We watched them curiously as they banged one after the other and pumped their cave full of white love juice. We could tell from her pleasurable whimpers and moans that she was enjoying this "multiple treatment". When the four of them were done with her, she dragged herself into the bathroom. Siggi followed her with weak knees.farewell****toasted and laughed at the successful "single farewell party" with our two lovebirds. Siggi and Heidi didn't stay with us overnight either, like Ingrid, Walter, Helmut and Bernd. Pretty exhausted, we stayed in the parlor for a while and talked about our housewarming party and also about the two lovers. Then we got ready for the night's sleep. This time we fell asleep quickly and, as always, only woke up in the late morning after such a great party. Before our guests could say goodbye after a hearty breakfast, I seized the opportunity by the forelock - eehh by the tail - because I wanted to feel them properly in me again before they are not "tangible" again for a long time. My girlfriend "voluntarily" took care of my poor husband, while I dragged the three horny studs into our bedroom and let them fuck me extensively there. Only when her cream containers ran out and my mousewas red ***** and pumped full of her hot juice, I released her from my horny clutches.
Well bye until the next party.

My boss's wife

 
When I was a doctoral student, everything went perfectly at first. I threw myself into the new tasks full of enthusiasm, wanting to prove my independent scientific work. I met my colleagues for a beer after work, we celebrated together, and our boss was a great guy too. Young, open-minded and very intelligent! At least that's what I thought for a while. But then at some point I looked behind the facade. This required a number of moments and pieces of the puzzle.

During this time I met my girlfriend at the time, a French woman who worked as one of three secretaries for the head of the institute. We got a little closer at a little party. A few hours later we lay in our feathers and ****ed, what the stuff held. It wasn't until the next day that I found out that my office colleague, a twenty-eight-year-old near-virgin, was just starting dating Monique. She had deflowered him last weekend. I didn't care. The idiot should look for another woman. So I hooked up with Monique, and two days later we were officially dating, the virgin was dumped!

Six sex-packed months followed. Monique and I did it every day, wherever we were, in my office, in the elevator, in public places... She confessed to me that she needed daily intercourse like the air she breathed. I was dazed, neglecting my work because all I could think about was Monique's hot pussy, into which I could soon sink my cock.

Christmas was approaching and our department got together for a little celebration. My boss had finally won his science award, and we had a really good time that night with the four million he'd raked in. It really banged! The first of my fellow doctoral students was so full after an hour that he was unconscious in the toilet.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my boss and my one colleague, a dry mathematician, get up and disappear into the library. When I had to empty my bladder shortly afterwards and passed the door to the library, I only heard the moaning of the two from inside. They fucked unabashedly and loudly.

The next year my co-worker's third child was born, a little boy who looked just the damn name of my boss. Same blond curly hair, same light eyes. Oh, how touching it must look to an outsider when he cuddles the little one. For the first time, I could have puked at the scenes, especially as I looked into the sour face of my colleague's husband. But that was none of my business, should he kindly take care of it.

The women just flew on my boss. He was then in his early forties, curly, full hair, a Palestinian bang around his neck, slim and articulate. Whenever we were at a conference, he'd always get love letters from some chick he'd picked up shortly after. The idiot had a really beautiful and lovely wife at home who took care of the two children.

But no, he couldn't help it, he had to fill every hole that came his way with his cock. He was a dinosaur, thinking with his tail.

I didn't care until we were a second year together and had a Christmas party together. Unfortunately, my car was ready for scrap, I had to take a bus after the party. At some point the bastard pulled me aside and offered to drive my girlfriend home. Your apartment was on the way. I think that was the last moment I innocently believed what other people told me.

While I was walking to the bus stop, he and Monique drove off in his snow-white BMW.

Over the next few days, a strange change took place in Monique's relationship with me. She didn't seem to feel any desire for sex and refused. When I finally confronted her on the fourth day, she finally gushed out.

My boss, the stupid pig, had bottled it up after he went to her apartment with her. Then he had fucked her brutally . She had sustained some injuries, the reason why we no longer slept together. Not that he raped her, no, she wanted it! But to him, she was just another tick on his trophy list, while meanwhile she dreamed of him divorcing his wife. Our unpleasant conversation ended with her telling me that she only took me because she couldn't get him, and I left. Our relationship ended a day later. (The Virgo was ready to take my place. That worm!)

Although the topic was over for me, my boss, this *****er , has been pissing me off ever since . He now knew, from my former girlfriend, that I knew what had happened. So we maintained a civilized enmity for the rest of the time. He couldn't get rid of me without risking publicity about his dick adventures, and I felt what it was like to mess with a powerful department head.

It was Christmas again, we all came together, peace, joy, pancakes, acted as if we were one big family and shook ourselves. This celebration was different, however, because for the first time, Sylvia, my boss's wife, was also present. I looked at Sylvia as he left the room with a new graduate student, probably heading back towards the library. She trembled, got up and left the party. I hesitated for a moment, then got up and followed her. I just saw her disappear through the large front door. I quickly threw on my coat, tied my scarf and also left the building. I followed the fresh footprints in the snow behind the faculty building. She stood there with her hands over her face and wept. Her shoulders trembled.

At that moment I felt an unbridled anger towards my boss. Such a great woman on the side, and still shagging every hole that didn't get out of reach in time! Such an idiot!

I paused for a moment, then walked towards her. She heard my crunching footsteps in the newly fallen snow and turned her flushed face to me. I didn't have to say a word, she fell into my arms, held me tightly and cried heartbreakingly. I felt helpless and angry. With awkward movements I stroked her black hair, which fell straight to her shoulders. I held her against me, patting her back, tenderly and sympathetically I hoped. So we stood in the park behind the institute. From the lighted windows above came the muffled noise of the slowly drunk pack. Sylvia lowered her head to my chest, wrapped her arms even tighter around me and cried uncontrollably again. Finally she pushed me away, wiped the tears from her face and inhaled heavily. I pulled a handkerchief from the inside pocket of my coat. But instead of handing it to her, I gently dabbed at the runny makeup and the tears from her cheeks. She looked at me for a moment, then narrowed her eyes, started crying again and took refuge in my arms. Without a sound, the snow fell gently on her black hair. I stood there, wanting only to offer my protection to this fragile, beautiful creature. She raised her head, looked at me. only grant my protection to beautiful beings. She raised her head, looked at me. only grant my protection to beautiful beings. She raised her head, looked at me.

"Promise me not to become like him." She met my eyes. I nodded. "I promise you!" I gently stroked her face and gave her a handkerchief. She turned away, stood in front of me, the most beautiful, vulnerable being I could imagine. After a while she turned to me.

"Will you drive me home, please?" she asked softly. I nodded silently. "Of course!" I held the door open for her and let her get into my old Opel. I quickly walked around the car, sat in the driver's seat and started the engine. Luckily, the vehicle started immediately. I turned up the heat to make Sylvia as comfortable as possible. During the whole trip we didn't speak a word to each other. When I got to her, I stopped and looked at her. She sat quietly in the seat, then got out without another word and disappeared through the gate of her home. I sat stiff for a while before shifting back into gear, hitting the accelerator and driving away.

I didn't have an easy time over the next few days. Of course, my boss noticed that I had taken care of his wife. That drove him up the wall. He yelled at me for every little mistake, argued nonsense with me just to show how vastly superior he was to me. Always mocking to derogatory in tone. I was the nobody, he was the shining hero. This bastard!

It was the second week of January when I found a nondescript letter in my mailbox. No sender, just my name on the envelope in clear, clean handwriting. I opened the envelope.

"I would like to see you. Tomorrow, Cafe K. S”

was written in fine handwriting, written with a fountain pen, on carefully folded paper. Sylvia!

The next day, after lunch my boss had left for a conference in Italy, I went to Cafe K. I looked around briefly. Only a few visitors were present, Sylvia was not among them. So I sat down at a free table and ordered a cappuccino. Then another, and another. Finally, in the late afternoon, when I was about to leave the cafe, Sylvia entered the room. A quick look on her part was enough and she walked purposefully towards my table and took a seat. Nothing reminded of the deeply hurt person from the other day.

She ordered a cafe latte and looked at me.

"I want you to forget about the other night," she began. I looked at her in astonishment. How could I forget that?

"Thank you, but that's all! Forget the whole situation.” Her words sounded composed. "I'm doing well. I want to apologize.” For what the hell, I thought.

Something missed me here. I felt like I was in the wrong movie. There this charming woman, a good fifteen years older than me, sat across from me and babbled something about oblivion. She was so beautiful! I wanted to feel her in my arms again. But she only sipped briefly at her glass, stood up and turned around. Now or never! I thought.

"I have two tickets for a concert tomorrow," I exclaimed. "I want to go there with you!" She stopped, slowly turned and looked at me. "Why?"

I didn't expect this question. I had nothing to say against her. "Please!" I said simply instead. "I would be very happy!"

She turned around without a word and left. The next night I stood in front of the theater like a fool. I waited. In my hand, numb from the cold, were two tickets for the concert. Then, when the gong had rung for the second time, I saw a taxi pull up and Sylvia got out. She looked beautiful! I had never seen a more charming woman! She smiled at me.

"Shall we?" she asked, taking my arm and walking to the front door with me in tow. It was a wonderful evening. I didn't hear anything from the concert, but the most beautiful woman I knew was sitting right next to me. I breathed in her scent, felt like I was in seventh heaven.

After the concert I took her to the old Opel that she already knew. Again in silence I drove through the dark streets of the Odenwald. When I got to her, I drove two houses down.

"Pull in the next block and wait ten minutes." She said softly. Then she got out and went back to the gate of her villa. I drove a little further, turned into the next alley and stopped. I looked at the clock. After nine minutes and fifty-eight seconds, I got out and walked towards her house. When I got to the front door, I saw through the brightly lit windows how she was romping through the living room with the two children. I watched the scene for a brief moment, then turned away and walked back to my car.

Two days later another letter landed in my accommodation. Using the same straight handwriting as in the previous letter, Sylvia invited me for coffee. We met the next day in another cafe, talked about trivial things, joked with each other. I invited her to visit the technical museum. She agreed after making a face. It was the best afternoon of my life! The next day, as agreed, I expected Sylvia at Cafe K. She got in and we drove to Munich. In the museum, I made an effort to explain the various machines to her as simply as possible. At the end, in the museum shop, where I bought three more books, she snorted, carelessly put her hand on my arm.

"You really have talent!" she said. "Georg can't explain nearly as well as you can!" She looked at me. "Thank you, it was a beautiful day!" Then she leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

As I drove home, all I could think about was her. She sat next to me, the most amazing woman I knew. It was already dark when I stopped three houses down the street.

"Come on!" she said briefly and got out. I switched off the engine and got out. She took my hand and like a high-spirited, newly-love couple, we strolled toward the tall white structure she called home. She unlocked the door and I entered her house for the first time. Sylvia switched on the light in the hall, then disappeared to the left. Shortly thereafter, light fell through the passage.

"Would you like a martini too?" she called. At first I just nodded, then I thought better of it and called out, "Yes, please!"

She was standing behind a bar, had placed two cone-shaped glasses on the glass countertop, and was pouring martinis into the glasses from a green bottle. Then she decorated the drinks with green olives from a refrigerator below the plate. She took a glass and raised it, shouting "Slante!" with a cheerful smile.

I took my glass as well and we downed the martinis together. Two more glasses followed shortly after.

"The children are with my mother today." She spoke as if in a monologue. She filled the glasses again. "Are you hungry?" Without waiting for the answer, she turned and disappeared. I followed her. She stood in the kitchen, at a loss it seemed.

"Yes, to you!" I now completed my answer to the question. I walked up to her, took her in my arms and kissed her. Our tongues met. I held her tightly to me, exploring her mouth. She returned the kiss passionately. She stroked my hair while clinging to me. The kisses were pure bliss! I felt my cock rise one floor below. Sylvia also felt it because I pressed her tightly to me. She pulled away from me, grabbed my right hand. "Come!" she said curtly.

I followed her up the curved staircase. When we got to the bedroom, we collapsed onto the bed and kissed. It took forever, was beautiful! Finally I grabbed the zipper on her back and slowly pulled it down. I knelt down in front of her on the bed and took off her simple but elegant dress.

She was wearing a wickedly expensive bra and panty combo and stockings. I kissed her over and over again. She unbuttoned my shirt and stroked my chest. I sat up, excited beyond measure. Nevertheless, it was not allowed in a simple ****end up. Sylvia was very special. I knelt beside her on the bed, bare torso. I started stroking her gently. I traced the contours of her body with my fingers. From the forearms down the armpits to the outside of the thighs.

At some point I took her toe through the stockings into my mouth and sucked on it. Sylvia moaned softly. I took my time, slowly stroked her body, keeping my own horniness in check.

I stroked and kissed her, made her feel that she was allowed to be a woman, that she was allowed to let go, that she was safe. I gently stroked her breasts, sucked tenderly on her belly button and stroked the sides of her thighs.

Finally, I reached behind her, undid the bra's clasp and pulled the expensive piece away. Two beautiful round breasts stretched out towards me, which I lovingly caressed. I suckled on her nipples, running my tongue across the courtyard and kissing the soft, perfect flesh tenderly.

God, she had perfect boobs. Round and erect, my hands encircled her breasts tenderly, kneaded them carefully. I wandered my hands down, slowly pulling off Sylvia's panties. A carefully trimmed strip of hair was revealed just above her crack. The stripe was no wider than about a finger's thickness. I caressed her tenderly. Her slit was all wet when I put my fingers in it. I gently played with her clit. Her pearl stood out hard between her labia. It grew even bigger under my touch. I took off the rest of my clothes. My cock bobbed excitedly, sticking out vertically. The head was bulging and pink, oozing fluid that dripped onto Sylvia. Sylvia spread her legs and I effortlessly penetrated her wet middle.

I spilled into her with a mighty gush while she moaned in orgasm at the same time. That night we slept together five more times. Finally, exhausted, we fell asleep in the spooning position. The next morning I showered with Sylvia and had breakfast with her. It was the best hour of my life.

We spent a great night together twice more. We ****ed until we passed out.

Then I had my final exam. One of my doctoral supervisors gave me a straight A, Georg, who had meanwhile found out that I was doing it with his wife, gave me a B. So I only got an overall grade of 1.5, which is a two when rounded up. My 'summa cum laude' was gone. I graduated cum laude but was still satisfied. Anyway, my thoughts were only with Sylvia, whom I noticed in the last row of the lecture hall during the disputation.

We met one more time. We fell into each other's arms and fell upon each other, It was the most passionate sex I've ever had. Then she gave me a small note to say goodbye.

I still carry this piece of paper with me today, more than twenty years later. He is my constant companion in my purse. There is only one sentence on it:

"I love you!"