Jill

She reached down for her sweatpants and couldn't believe how wet they were.

"Did I do all that?!" Jill said out loud.

She tried to put them on, but it looked as if she pissed on herself. She took her sweatpants off again, and rolled them up under her arm. She pulled on her sweatshirt, stretching it to the point of covering her ass, but just barely. Less than a minute later, the shirt pulled back to its original size and shape, exposing her firm, beautiful ass and almost hairless pussy. A friend of a friend had recommended a doctor that could make shaving pubic hair a thing of the past. Jill had stopped short of being completely bald down there, if only to remind herself that she was a natural redhead.

"Shit, shit, shit." Jill whispered as she unrolled her wet sweatpants.

The knock on the door almost made her jump out of here sweatshirt.

"Everything okay in there?" Sammy asked. "It's about time to open up. I'm guessing you want to maybe pay and be on your way?"

"Just a minute," Jill said as she struggled to get her sweatpants back on.

When she opened the door, there were three large black men standing in the corridor.

Embarrassed, Jill quickly walked past them, tripping and stepping out of one of her flip-flops. She turned to put it back on, and her sweatpants slid down just enough to show the top of the crack of her ass.

"Mmmmm. I have got to get me some of that!" One of the black men said as he gripped his groin.

Jill quickly walked up to the counter. Sammy had already bagged all of her merchandise. He seemed to be taking forever to ring her up, though. She had $700 in her pocket. She handed Sammy the wad of cash, and told him to keep the change. Jill grabbed the bag and shyly walked toward the door, barely noticing the small color security TV screen behind the counter.

"See you later, Red." Sammy called to her.

"What do you mean? And why are you calling me red, other than the obvious?" Jill asked, exhausted.

"Well, I got all but two of what you were looking for, but I think you found somethin' else, huh?" Sammy stepped from behind the counter. Jill hadn't noticed it before, but Sammy had placed his penis in one of his trouser legs, and it looked to extend halfway to his knee.

"Thanks, and my name is Jill, not Red." Jill had no idea why she just told him her name.

"Oh, that's okay Red. I just figured you for a natural, that's all. Just watch out for the Po-Po. Officer Friendly talks real nice, but he's a real motherfucker. Figured I owed that to ya' after making my day and all. Name's Sammy by the way, I told you before, but you probably forgot."

"Thanks, Sammy. And yes, this is my real hair color." Jill felt only slightly more comfortable, even with wet sweatpants that she could barely keep on her waist.

"I knew it!" Sammy said as the door closed behind her.

Jill breathed a sigh of relief to see her car where she left it, in one piece, and no scratches or graffiti on it. She tapped in the keyless code, pressed the engine start button, and slowly drove out of the neighborhood.

The sun had already started to set.

As she adjusted her rearview mirror, she noticed a police car behind her.

She wondered how long he'd been following her.

When the red and blue lights went on, she knew she was about to find out.

Jill's sweatpants were still wet in several places. She shifted her legs, and then frantically looked in her glove box for her insurance card. Her driver's license was in her purse... in her bedroom.

"Shit, shit, shit." Jill said between clenched teeth.

The police officer tapped her window with his pen. Jill lowered the window and presented her best real estate agent smile.

"Is there a problem, officer?" Jill asked.

"You tell me. Are you lost, little lady?" the police officer asked, eyeing the black bags in the back seat.

"No. I mean, yes. I think I took a wrong turn, but I'm okay now." Jill's smile holding steady.

"What's in the bags?" the officer pulled out a flashlight.

"Ummm, party favors. They're party favors for a bachelorette party for a friend of my daughter's." Jill offered.

"Mind if I have a look?" the officer asked.

"Do you have to? It's a little embarrassing. Besides, I really need to get home." Jill's smile began to fade.

"Look, we can do this the hard way, or the easy way. I see something that looks suspicious. You look out of place. Something doesn't add up, and I want to check it out. If you're not doing anything illegal, you're free to go. Clear?" the officer explained, waiting for Jill to unlock the back door.

Jill slid her finger along the unlock switch and the police officer opened the door behind her. When he dumped the contents of the bags onto her back seat, he stepped back and laughed.

"Lady, if you're not telling the truth, you have issues." He smiled at her, closing the door.

"Can I go, now?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, you can go. Watch yourself, or someone else will." He added.

Jill read his nameplate. Friendly.

"Thank you, officer." Jill's smile returned, not exactly sure what he meant.

"Friendly, Officer Friendly." The policeman grinned. His white teeth were a stark contrast to his dark skin. He turned and walked back toward his patrol car. He spoke into his radio on his shoulder before getting inside, and then drove past her.

"He seemed nice," Jill thought, remembering what Sammy had said, and dismissing it as coincidence.

Jill managed to get home before her husband or daughter and quickly hid the party favors under her bed. She would be able to explain over $700 worth of dildos and vibrators to her husband easily enough, but her 18-year-old daughter might get other ideas. Her daughter had started her freshman year of college only a month ago, but she still came home almost every other weekend to spend time with her high school friends or Jill's sister with the huge in-ground pool.

It was Friday. Her husband's flight was scheduled to land in an hour. She had just enough time to take a bath.

As Jill undressed, she looked at herself a little differently in the mirror. She remembered the video in the adult bookstore, and how the young white girl had her hairless pussy fucked hard by two hairless black dicks.

She may have been 38 years old, but her body looked better than most girls half her age.

Jill tugged at the barely noticeable tuft of orange pubic hair. She pressed some of her husband's shaving cream into her hand, and then lightly tapped it on her pubic mound. She rinsed his razor under hot water, and then, with one swipe, shaved the few remaining strands of hair from above her pussy. Jill wiped her mound clean with a washcloth, and then stepped in front of her full-length mirror to admire the new look.

"Not bad." Jill thought out loud as she turned side to side.

Naked, she walked back to the bed, and knelt down. She reached under the bed for one of the boxed dildos.

"Not that one," Jill shoved it back under and reached for another.

"There we go." Jill beamed.

She opened the cardboard box and let a chocolate-colored 10" dildo fall onto the bed. The toy was molded after a porn star, and was one of the more expensive models thanks to the featured hand-painted veins and suction-cupped base.

The head of the toy was easily as thick as Jill's wrist and became wider toward the base.

She walked back in front of the mirror and imagined herself being roughly handled while this black dick pressed against her face, her belly, and her ass.

Within seconds, Jill could feel her clitoris begin to throb. She rinsed the toy under warm water, and then sat in front of her full-length mirror. She turned her body this way and that until her position resembled that of the girl in the movie. The toy in her hand was easily twice as thick as the poles of the skinny black men in the video, but Jill was willing to improvise. Her wet pussy easily lubricated the dildo, but she had to push it in slowly. Only the first three inches would go in, but that was enough.

She eased the dildo in and out for a few minutes before changing positions. She wasn't strong enough to push it any further inside her, so she decided to squat on top of the toy.

The bedroom was carpeted, so she moved to the tiled floor in the bathroom. The suction cup base held the large dildo in place, but now she couldn't see what she was doing.

As she walked back into the bedroom to move the full-length mirror, she heard the garage door open.

"Fuck!" Jill said, frustrated.

She quickly took the dildo box off the top of the bed and threw it under. She almost slipped as she tried to unstick the dildo from the floor. The suction cup worked well. She finally dislodged the toy and folded it in a towel, then carefully stepped into the shower.

"Honey, I'm home!" Jill's husband, Brian called.

"I'm in the shower!" Jill replied.

Brian climbed the stairs to the bedroom, and began to undress. Although he was exhausted, he was finding the energy to take advantage of the situation.

"Our daughter is going to stay with your sister this weekend. I just got off the phone with her." Brian called out from the bedroom.

The water was finally starting to get warm. Jill's nipples stuck out stiff from her breasts.

She hadn't intended to rub her clit while she showered, but she couldn't help herself. She abruptly stopped when Brian opened the shower door.

"Can I come inside?" He asked.

"Of course. We're married, right?" Jill smiled.

"I meant inside the shower, Jill." Brian corrected her before noticing her clean-shaven mound. "Whoa, what made you do that?"

"I don't know. Just thought I'd try a new look. Do you like it?" Jill turned, giving him a view of her swollen clit.

Brian reached for her pussy as she reached for his thickening cock. They kissed hard while he ran his hand over her smooth mound and slid three fingers inside her. His thumb pressed hard and then rolled around over her clitoris. Jill's knees went weak.

She squatted down and engulfed his manhood. He wasn't as thick as the toy, or as long, but his seven inches had given her countless orgasms. She was familiar with every angle; every vein, and every spasm he would create just before climax.

She took his entire length down her throat -- something she had never done before. The act surprised both of them and Brian came on Jill's face as she gagged.

"Holy shit!" Brian exclaimed.

"Yeah, holy shit!" Jill looked up at him, his come instantly being rinsed from her face.

Brian had come on her face before, but this time she actually enjoyed it.

He helped her to her feet, and Jill stepped out of the shower first.

She reached for a towel, and caught the dildo before it hit the floor. Jill quickly wrapped the toy back in the towel and carried it to the bedroom.

Brian stepped out of the shower and searched for another towel, giving Jill just enough time to throw the toy under the bed and lay out her towel. She sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs and then laid back. As Brian walked in, Jill pulled her legs back, exposing her smooth pussy and pink asshole. His mouth was on her pussy in seconds.

Brian had always made Jill come with his mouth. This time was no different. He rolled his tongue over her clit and between her labia, nibbling gently at first, and then pressing a little harder. He introduced two fingers inside her, pressing upward, rubbing up and back. Jill could feel the orgasm building, but she had been on the brink twice in the last ten minutes. She wanted him to take her over the edge.

Jill reached down and pulled his hand from her pussy, and guided it to her ass. Brian continued to use his mouth and tongue on her and grabbed at her ass cheeks. He squeezed hard, but Jill guided his middle finger to her asshole. When he paused, she bucked her pussy hard into his face, causing his nose to sting and his eyes to water.

"Finger my asshole." Jill whispered.

Brian's cock twitched. He was already hard, but now he was afraid he might come before he even had a chance to make love to her.

Brian licked Jill's pussy faster as he carefully slid his middle finger into Jill's rectum.

He had only pushed an inch of his finger inside when Jill let out a loud moan.

"That's it! Yes!" Jill cried.

Brian pushed his finger in further, and Jill grabbed his wrist. He began to withdraw his finger from her asshole -- afraid he'd hurt her -- but Jill stopped him. Instead, she pulled his arm so his finger would go in deeper. She wanted him to finger-fuck her ass. He pumped his finger into Jill's bottom faster and faster as he struggled to keep his mouth on her pussy.

In what would have sounded like a cry of pain to anyone else, Jill came hard. She flooded Brian's mouth as her anus cut off all circulation to his finger.

Brian knew that Jill could have multiple waves of orgasm, so he continued to lap at her gushing pussy until she finally asked him to stop.

"It's okay. I'm good. That was fantastic." Jill panted.

She pushed him back, stood up, and then turned around. She crawled up on the bed on all fours with her ass facing him, then bent down to her elbows.

"If you promise to be quick, you can come in my ass, sweetheart." Jill said as she looked over her shoulder. "It's okay. We'll just take another shower."

Brian was beside himself. He wasn't sure what had gotten into her, but he also knew that she hadn't liked the two previous times he had wanted to fuck her in the ass. The fact that she wasn't only willing, but asking him...

"My pussy first, please." Jill startled him. "I don't want you tearing me apart."

Brian easily slid his swollen dick inside her wet cunt. She pushed back against him, forcing his entire length inside.

"There, that should do it, don't you think?" Jill asked. She sounded almost drunk.

She pulled forward until just the head of Brian's dick remained inside her pussy. Brian waited for a moment, then withdrew his slick member and placed the head at her puckered asshole.

Jill moved back as he held his tool steady. There was resistance at first, but she pushed back harder until the head of Brian's cock disappeared inside her rectum.

Jill exhaled deeply.

Brian felt her relax and pushed himself in a little deeper.

Jill clenched the bed sheets. This hurt. She wasn't sure what made her think it would be any different, and right now it hurt.

"Wait a minute." Jill interrupted. "Come lay down. I want to be on top."

Brian did as he was told and Jill positioned herself so she could ease herself down on him.

He had a perfect view of her bald pussy. He still couldn't believe she did that.

She squeezed his dick hard as she guided it into her asshole, this time with less resistance.

As Brian's come filled her bowels, Jill felt less and less pain. She bounced on his cock three more times before it popped out of her ass, followed by a seemingly endless stream of semen.

Jill leaned forward and kissed Brian all over his face.

"Thank you." Jill said between kisses. "Thank you for fucking me in the ass, sweetheart."

"Anytime?" Brian asked. "What's gotten into you -- not that I'm complaining?"

"I don't know. I just felt like getting a little wild with my husband. Okay?" Jill asked as she stepped off the bed. Come dripped down her legs and she quickly stepped into the shower.

Brian laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, while their daughter, Andi, quietly sneaked back into her room. He didn't realize she needed to come home to grab some clothes for the weekend.

"Way to go, mom and dad." Andi whispered. She witnessed her parent's sex act from behind the partially opened bedroom door. Like her mother, Andi would get very wet when aroused, and the crotch of her jeans was soaked.

"That was awesome."

Jill woke up to find her husband already showered, shaved, and dressed. The three-day suitcase was packed and placed next to the door.

"I thought you had the next week home?" Jill asked.

"I thought so, too, but I got a text an hour ago. Looks like I'm going to Barbados." Brian said with a grin. "Wanna go with me?"

"You know I do, but I can't. I'm still trying to get all the party-favors together for the bachelorette party. Plus, I'm supposed to show a few houses today. I'm not sure I can even walk." Jill sighed as she pulled back the sheets.

Brian stared at her recently-shaven pussy. Last night was the first time in their marriage that she had done that. Last night was also the first time she had asked him to have anal sex with her, and the first time she had thanked him for doing it. He wasn't sure if he should be delighted or worried that she'd crossed over into some new territory.

"Have you been reading Cosmo, or something?" Brian asked timidly.

Jill smirked.

Jill's pussy and asshole were still tender from the night before. She decided to wear a blouse, bra, and skirt, but no panties.

Brian had put new sheets on the bed last night while she was in the shower. It appeared that anal sex could be a little messier than one would be led to believe from the movies. She carefully carried the laundry downstairs, started a load, and made a pot of coffee.

Jill's daughter, Andi, smelled the coffee brewing and decided to join her parents for a cup.

"I thought you were staying by your aunt's?" Brian asked nervously.

"I am, but I had to come home and get my swimsuit and clothes." Andi chirped.

"When did you get home?" Jill asked.

"Last night. It was pretty late. I was so tired; I must have passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow. I don't think an earthquake would have woken me up." Andi smiled.

Jill looked at Brian, signaling relief. Brian finished his coffee and kissed Jill deeply before walking out the door.

"Wow, that was a good kiss!" Andi commented. "Are you guys taking Viagra or something?"

"No dear," Jill was quick to respond. "That's not necessary for your father and I -- yet," Jill smiled.

"So, how's the scavenger hunt going?" Andi asked.

"What are you talking about?" Jill said, defensively.

"Oh, come on. I know you're buying the party favors for the bachelorette party." Andi said shyly. "Dildos, right?"

"Nobody was supposed to know!" Jill's face reddened. "How did you find out?"

"Oh, I have my ways." Andi grinned. "Can I see what you have so far?"

"Absolutely not, Andrea!" Jill almost dropped her coffee cup. "You'll just have to wait until the party like everyone else, okay?"

"Okay, mom." Andi smiled and carried her coffee back to her bedroom.

Jill's first client was an older gentleman in his late sixties. His wife recently passed away and his house was too big without her. He wanted to sell his house and move into an apartment or condominium. Jill found several interested buyers for his house, but he couldn't seem to make up his mind on a condo.

"Mr. Roth, we've been to the best three condominiums in town." Jill pleaded. "Surely, there's something that sticks out in at least one of them?"

Mr. Roth couldn't help but stare at Jill's legs. He had behaved himself until now. He wasn't sure what it was about her, but he found himself unusually aroused sitting next to her in her car.

"Which one do you like the best?" Mr. Roth asked.

"It really doesn't matter to me. I want you to be happy. That's what you're paying me for -- whenever you decide." Jill pulled the car in front of the last condominium she would show him that day. "I hope you find something you like, soon, or I'll get pulled from this job and one of the other guys from the office will take over."

"This is the most expensive of the one's you've shown me, isn't it?" Mr. Roth asked.

"Yes, Mr. Roth. It's in the nicest neighborhood, great location, and great resale value." Jill answered, turning her back on him while she turned on lights and opened doors and cabinets.