I still work in that factory that makes little trinket things that sell for a dollar or two at a local market, but just this year I was promoted to the position of factory manager, a big pay increase and just two steps away from running the whole place. Ashley still works at the pre-school and is continuing to do the thing that she loves the most, teaching the next generation of the human race. The fact that our son, Nicky also attends the school is an added bonus for her as she can spend even more of her time with the ‘greatest thing to ever happen to us’ other person in our life. Nicky is the almost complete embodiment of Ashley, same eyes, same nose and same almost everything as his mother. People have commented that his hair is more of his father’s but that is a tricky one as both I and matt have the same dark hair colour, though I’ll take that one for mine. My parents are still with us and are quite literally the best we could have ever wished for with respects to Nicky, they dote on him with every dollar they can get away with spending and will drop everything if we happen to ask a favour of them in having him for a night or two. In the last few months that Ashley has allowed Nicky to have the one or two nights away with Granny and Grandpa they have taken him on every weekend trip a little boy could wish to go upon and as it happened they had arranged a special trip away this very weekend. Our house would be free of children this weekend and as would be the case on any other free weekend without our boy, we had planned a drinking session with our ever present double date duo, Matt and Celeste. Matt had been a little down the last few weeks as he searched for that ever elusive ‘job for life’ that he so longed for, he had tried Hardcore almost every job imaginable even giving a go at working in my factory for a second time. That had ended the same way as his first attempt when he almost ran from the japanese building screaming that he needed fresh air and space to run. His long term(only long term anything) girlfriend Celeste had stuck by him through thick and thin and had even gotten him in to the one thing that seemed to catch his enthusiasm, hunting and military memorabilia. Celeste herself had become as close a friend to Ashley as I myself and Ashley seemed to be, they talked about everything and at times they would end up falling asleep together on the sofa as they drank bottles of wine and laughed along at some hidden joke between the two of them. This had myself and Matt at a shake of our heads on many an occasion. This is the story of that weekend in June, out in the Middle when our child was away with his grandparents and a Grumpy looking Matt and a concerned looking Celeste had turned up on our door for; with the amount of booze Matt had brought would be a very drunk weekend. It is told from the point of view of four different people, though Daniel is the main narrator of the story and has the majority to say. On a dry night in...'The Middle' Daniel It was about 7 o’clock on the Friday, a dry starlit night and the prospect of a fine dry weekend to come. Ashley and I were sitting in front of the television watching a movie on the streaming box, so better than the boring old basic box we used to have and full of every kind of movie you could ever want to watch. After my parents had come to pick up Nicky this morning we had gone straight into the bedroom, closed all the curtains and gotten down and dirty with a sex session we had not had since the last time my parents had taken our boy away. As had always been the case our sex was amazing, Ashley would start by giving me a blowjob or as she called it ‘sucking out the first and the worst so she could take in the second to last’, something to do with lasting longer the second time around, I think, ha. Then I would dive between her legs, tongue tornado-ing her clit until she could take no more, there were times when I thought my tongue would fall off, but hay if it weren’t so good I wouldn’t be so good. During the last few months we have brought the concept of dirty talk into our love making and at the point where we realised we had started doing it we made a vow, its only dirty talk and if there is something that is said that is too wrong to be basement said the one who does not like the talk will say so. Funnily it seems that over time both our fantasies with the dirty talk have come together, or so much the same that there is only a slight grey line to separate the two most common spoken things. My dirty talk more often than not comprises of myself, while eating out her pussy saying that there could be another girl or someone else doing this Babes while I stick my dick in her mouth. Ashley’s dirty talk tends to start just before her orgasm, it starts with an agreement to mine and then she drives home about how she would love to have my dick in her ass and another in her pussy, yeah I know doesn’t that sound just like what she had in the first story, sometimes I wait and wish to hear her say Matt’s name but she always climax’s first. We were nearing the end of the movie when the phone rang. Both girls lost their clothes in the Hardcore first round and Becky managed to hold the girl down for most of the third round; sitting on her face and finger fucking her for most of the round. Dawn gasped japanese and blushed but dropped to her knees and crawled over to her mistress and started to kiss Susanna's shoes. "I didn't know that. I am not sure if she actually climaxed then, but we were not done, regardless. Susanna watched in Babes amazement as Dawn’s body stiffened and shuddered when the cycle stopped and another orgasm had eluded her. This was a terrific idea I felt. As if they heard us, the clerk tells us our orders are ready. So, who was I to argue with that? He shrugged basement his shoulders and asked the group if they would be willing, which they all agreed. I pulled her keeling over a foot rest at my chair and pulled her by the hair up to my crotch. My Queen,” she said as she opened the back door for us. He had matching stockings and the strappy, black high heels. Almost a half of the population of this room are crying or moaning, and with only my own sex for company in this women-only privacy I briefly permit myself the catharsis of weeping. “Naughty slut.” That's what happens nine months after a girl gets pregnant. His hands reached down to her tits and his strong fingers grabbed the nipples. He held her pressed against him. “She’s all yours boys.” He slapped my ass and walked away. Her white carpets were stained a deep brown in several places. He was right, my pussy was oozing and as he pulled on the ring I started cumming and never felt a thing. “Master, “ I quickly added. “I’ll do what I’m told. Marce looked down at herself and realized that she was still naked. Why am I thinking about Tina?