Caro and Sara

I met Caro in an online swingers? community. *She described herself as a slim, forty-four-year-old married woman, interested along with her husband in sex with men, women and couples. *She often showed as active and nearby - three miles away, to be specific, which I found tantalising. *But it was her single profile picture that I found really alluring - not pornographic, not even nude, just a beach shot taken from behind and to one side, her face looking away to the horizon beyond a deep green sea, shapely, no one else in view, wearing a long turquoise shirt and possibly nothing else. *It made me think solitary, wistful. *Sensuous.We chatted from time to time. *Sometimes multiple messages over a few days, sometimes nothing for months. *Caro liked my fantasies ? she always requested more detail when I imagined the three of us together and was particularly taken with variations on a theme of her straddling her husband Mick, me behind her and between his legs, sucking his balls, licking up along his shaft, squeezing my tongue into her pussy where his cock was mostly buried, working my way up to her arsehole, which I would probe with my tongue as he gently fucked her, then licking his cum out of her once he?d finished.* Caro was ever eager to imagine it together, never quite ready to actually meet.It was about a year into this intermittent liaison that Caro sent a picture of her and her daughter, Sara, both looking stunning on an evening out together. *They were getting on well, in fact, had been for a good*year since the last real*episode of adolescent arsiness, she said, back around the time we?d first met. *These had been replaced with a new level of almost adult-to-adult respect.Sara was almost seventeen now, but Caro told me about something that happened some nine months earlier. *She had come home early from work with shopping that she brought straight round to the kitchen at the back of the house, to save having to find her front door key. *She?d been pleased escort bayan with how well she?d put down a load of heavy bags without any of them falling over, handles all aligned so she could get them up in one go once she?d opened the back door. *She stepped into the kitchen and then, leaning out the doorway to pick the bags back up, had a sense of movement behind. *She let go of the handles, quietly straightened and turned.Evidently, they hadn?t heard her, but just in sight if she leant toward the end of the kitchen, where it turned a corner into a large dining/living space, had been Sara sat on the settee, no top on, back toward Caro, rocking backwards and forwards. *A man?s voice was saying, ?Yes babe, like that.?Sara stealthily shut the kitchen door.* She took a couple of quiet steps along the inner wall of the kitchen toward the recess where an old two-seater settee nudged out into the living area but remained half hidden from sight, with ceiling-hung kitchen units above.* Curled in a nook of the settee, through a small space between, she could watch proceedings, remaining out of view.The guy was tall and slim, with ginger hair and freckles. He looked about thirty. *His eyes were shut and he gently held the back of Sara?s head, which was firmly planted in his crotch. *Sara seemed not to be gagging, although the guy?s thrusting in synchrony with Sara?s rocking looked a little brutal.Caro had sat quietly, actually quite frozen she said, feeling a mixture of agitation and arousal. There was anger in there too; also, somewhat surreally, jealousy.*She?d have liked to have a fit thirty-year-old feed her his cock in her living room, for sure.* But what was a revelation was that she wasn?t jealous of Sara but of the guy.* Caro wanted that attention from Sara.* Her pussy tingled as Sara quietly feasted.Although it wasn?t quite so quiet now, as the guy started gasping, finishing himself off by hand with his cock pointed at Sara?s mouth, Sara proffering her tongue in kocaeli escort bayan encouragement.* As if he needed any.* As she adjusted her view Caro missed most of the climax but saw enough to realise he might not have managed to keep his aim so well as he came.* She was able to see Sara?s fingers wiping her breasts and going up toward her mouth several times before finally she pulled her top on and sat back.Caro became very aware of the sound of her breathing as the ruckus died down. *The panting from Sara and her guy evidently drowned out any sound Caro might have made, but she remained rooted in the settee for what seemed like an age, until the two of them murmured to each other, left the room and went upstairs. *Some short while after that one set of footsteps came back down the stairs, the front door opened, then closed, and at last she felt she could breathe freely again. *Caro had felt like she was in a dream. *She opened the back door from the kitchen, made some noise bringing the shopping in, put the kettle on then called up to Sara to say hi and that she was home.Caro had thought about the incident a million times since, but nothing had ever been said between them about it.*************Tuesday evening, six months on, Caro is having a quick lie-down before getting on with dinner. Sara comes in asking for help with a photography A-level project due imminently, which she?s decided will be on female body confidence. *In previous times this could have been a flash point - Sara demanding help for something she could have just got on with.* But the conversation is warm and thoughtful. Feels somewhat like friends dreaming together rather than mother and daughter brainstorming how to complete an assignment.Caro engages with Sara?s enthusiasm about ways to capture the theme photographically. She notices she isn?t getting into any anxiety about the deadline, or trying to take control.* She is aware of feeling something more, and kocaeli escort feeling it more intensely still when Sara suggests Caro pose, suggestively, her legs slightly apart and knickers on view, on her bed.*They share the photo and, over the next few days, take a few more, and of each other - Caro in a dressing gown, her breasts partially exposed. Sara, with a low-cut dress and her cleavage confidently proffered to the camera. Sara and her friends getting ready for action on Saturday evening, all wine bottles and suggestive poses.The weeks pass during lockdown and this becomes just part of a new, everlastingly amazing reality, according to Caro.*?Sara, you doing anything?? Caro calls from her room, not too demanding or urgent, just nicely inviting.*Sara stops texting, gets off her bed and goes next door into her mum?s room. *An annoying cliché ?now or never? sounds in her thoughts, strangely dominating. Almost as though she has to fixate on something to see her through what comes next.?Hi, hun. What were you up to???Nothing much.? Sara snuggles up to Caro. ?Mum - I like it here.?Caro does too.* But she knows something is up.* ?You ok?*Sara braces herself.?Yeah, I?m good. But I need your help and I have to ask. That really nice photo I took of you, the first one we did - can we do it again but without you wearing any knickers??After a short silence, she adds: ?And then will you take some the same of me??***********Caro and I have met a few times now, although not with Mick.* We are in her kitchen, quite close physically, but just chatting. **We?re sat at the breakfast bar, me to Caro?s right.* Sara comes in. *She looks at Caro as though to ask who I am.Caro introduces me as a friend, and says, ?Sara, I?ve a confession.? Then she explains how she came home early that day almost a year back and how she watched Sara playing with her thirty-year-old, sucking his cock and having him come over her tits. *Caro tells Sara she was really turned on and now wants to give her a chance to have the same experience, watching her mum play with an older guy, me.Except this time, because Caro knows Sara is watching, Sara doesn?t have to hide in the kitchen. *She can watch in the same room. *In fact, she can watch from close up. *