#miles is definitely my favorite one out of these but unexpectedly his hair gave me a lot of problems

[viridiave]

kenneth rightfully should not have taken up so much of my time I set myself up for failure lmao

But I'm glad to have been part of Project Path Action! @blazlngblade thanks so much for being so patient with me when I was taking so long to make these lmao - I've grown attached to these three after staring at the screen with them for so long!

no none of us were ever gonna escape me doing this.

[ageless-aislynn]

Title: “Partners In...Other Things” Author:  @ageless-aislynn​ Characters/fandom: Caitlin Snow/Harrison Wells|Eobard Thawne (ReverseFrost), The Flash Summary:  Caitlin and Eobard tackle an unexpected situation. Follows “By Any Other” and “Proper Motivation,” the third part of the Partners In Crime series. Rating:  PG-13 Length:  2,377 Spoilers/warnings: None Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! ;) A/N: This was originally meant for the 2018 Snowells Week but it just didn't seem to fit, once all was said and done. I got most of it written at that time, though, and when I came across it again the other day, suddenly my muse wanted to finish it. *spreads hands* So, here we have it, lol! ;) If you read, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Eobard leaned over the latest project on his lab table, hearing the click of Caitlin's heels long before she appeared. The sound was familiar and reassuring, which was more than a little disconcerting.

Now, very carefully, with the utmost precision... he thought, threading a hair-thin wire through a tiny ring.

"I think I'm pregnant," Caitlin announced from the doorway.

It was a credit to his extremely steady hands that the involuntary flinch in his shoulders didn't translate into a mile-wide smoking crater rippling through several multiverses with their charred corpses in the center.

"Maybe next time wait until I'm not building a quantum bomb to tell me something like that," he said, sealing the device securely away before looking at her.

Her expression was a mix of annoyance and abject terror but, to her credit, she was holding back the cold. Even the roots of her hair remained brown, without even a flicker of icy white.

"Now," he said, "let's try that again. Why do you think you're pregnant?"

"I missed my period and we have a lot of sex that we're not always careful about."

He arched an eyebrow. "Well, that could do it, true. But you've had irregular periods before."

She gave him a sharp look.

"What?" he said, spreading his hands. "I'm observant, I notice these sorts of things. So is there something more than that? Have you taken a pregnancy test?"

"Not yet."

Her hair was still blowing when he blurred back into the room, a small box in hand.

"Here you go," he said graciously, offering it to her.

"Do you just keep these laying around?" she scoffed.

"I hadn't shoplifted anything in three days. I was beginning to lose my supervillain street cred," he said in a similar tone, shaking the box gently at her.

"You probably left money on the counter," she retorted sullenly but snatched the box from him and marched away.

He followed, neither confirming nor denying, but inwardly he wondered if his supervillain street cred was irrevocably damaged in the public's eyes or just in hers.

"I don't need help with this," she said, shutting the bathroom door in his face.

"Never meant to suggest you did," he murmured and retreated to the kitchen to make coffee. When in doubt, placate Killer Frost with coffee, he thought then his hand paused in mid-air. Wait, if she really is pregnant, she shouldn't have caffeine.

In the end, he went with decaf just to be safe.

She was gone for so long, he thought she was waiting out the results without him but eventually she strode through the doorway and mutely sat at the table. He put her coffee in front of her and she took a sip, then grimaced and shot him one of her patented icy expressions.

A kitchen drone approached with a speculative whir?, expecting her to make her opinion on decaf known with a toss of the mug against the wall. Instead, she continued to drink, one hand reaching down to idly pet the top of the drone's domed head. The whir became a purr that he had never programmed in.

He joined her at the table and, as he set his own mug down, she snatched it up and took a drink from it, then arched a brow at him.

"Just easier to make them the same," he said with a shrug. "But now you've got lipstick on my second favorite mug."

The white mug had a black checkered flag logo that read "Now Entering The Speed Zone." Zone had been crossed out in red and Force was written off to the side. A pale coral stain was barely visible on the rim.

"It's your color," she said and hid the ghost of a smile behind her own pale blue mug as she drank.

They sat there silently until a timer chimed from the distance. Caitlin's mug clattered loudly against the table top.

Eobard resisted the urge to superspeed into the bathroom. "Shall we?" he said very politely and let her go ahead of him. She slowed the closer they got to the bathroom doorway until he thought he was going to have to push her the rest of the way in.

"Okay," she said with a heavy explosion of breath, picking up the stick from the sink. "It says... Um, what does that say?"

He squinted over her shoulder. "I believe the official term is 'a little bit pregnant,' isn't it?"

"It's inconclusive?" she said, flinging the test away, her tone growing shriller. "Inconclusive? I--"

White appeared at the roots of her hair and the ambient temperature of the room dropped.

"Cait," he warned.

"You've got something to stop me," she said, grabbing his arm. "You've got to have made some sort of weapon to stop me from icing out."

"Caitlin," he said and it was a different warning in his voice.

"I know you, Eobard. I'm too dangerous for you not to have made something to stop me!"

Her fingers bit into his arm, cold but not yet enough to do damage either to himself or to her maybe, maybe not unborn.

"You can stop yourself," he said firmly.

"Eobard!"

He leaned down into her face and said in a tone every bit as cold as hers, "And if I had a weapon, what do you think it would do to a baby?"

That made her panic slam to a stop. The cold receded from her hands and the roots of her hair returned to their usual brown.

"Now," he said, lightening his tone. "Let's settle this in the lab. You can certainly run a simple pregnancy test yourself, can't you?"

She nodded but, once she was standing there with the syringe in her hand, she balked. "You know, this is probably just a false alarm. Like you said, I've been irregular before. If I just give it a few more days..."

He gave her a look.

"All right," she muttered.

"All right," he echoed calmly.

***

"Take me for a run," Caitlin said as she completed the test and disposed of the syringe.

Eobard looked back and forth from her to the machine whirling away behind her.

"The results won't take long--" he started to say but then saw the gleam of silver in her eyes and changed tactics. "Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere not here. Away. I don't care. Just run."

He picked her up, cradling her to his chest, and sped off. He kept far below his limit, again not certain of what the effect of high speed could be if she was pregnant, and made an educated guess as to what location might suit her current need.

So they ended up three states over and on the top of a high-rise owned by one of his many shell companies. He'd picked this one because it had a particularly nice view of the sunset over the cityscape.

When he put her down, she staggered away a few steps, gulping breath like she'd been underwater too long.

"I can't do this," she said, holding up a hand as if to either ward him off or to lean against his chest and she hadn't yet decided which. "I can't, I won't make my child feel like my mother made me feel. And I don't want them to grow up without a dad like I did."

That stung unexpectedly, as if she'd hurled an icicle deep into his chest. "Whatever you might think of my parenting skills," he said tightly, "I don't have any doubt in yours. I think you'll be a great mom."

She was so in her own head at the moment, she didn't even register the insult she'd delivered.

"I don't have control," she said, staring blindly into the sunset. Long streaks of color smeared the sky, purple and pink and yellow and blue, but she didn't even see her favorite time of day unfolding in front of her. "You've helped me more than I ever thought you could but... Can I go nine months and not turn even once? What happens later? I'm frazzled from being up several nights in a row and the baby's crying and I go to pick her up and I lose control for one second and..."

The word trailed off with a shuddery breath.

"That's not going to happen," he said.

"You can't be sure about that," she said angrily, scrubbing at her face with the heel of her hand, trying to hold back tears. Despite her best effort, ice glittered on her cheeks. "Being a single mom is hard enough without having to be terrified you're going to kill your child with a careless touch!"

This time, he wasn't letting that go unchallenged. "What a shame that your child doesn't have a father who's standing right here to help you, isn't it? Are you planning on moving out immediately or do I at least get to spend a few hours with the baby? Do I get visitations or am I not even good enough for that much?"

She looked at him as if seeing him for the first time. "What? No, I didn't mean it like that. I meant... Look, I know your endgame has always been to get back to your own time. This thing with us... It's always been temporary."

His mouth opened then snapped shut. How could she know him so well in some ways and not know him at all? Before he could decide how to respond to that -- break the illusion and tell her the truth or let her keep on thinking what she obviously did -- she'd gone on.

"Whether it's now or years from now, you're going to find a way to go back. What's going to happen then? Are you going to just look us up to see how things turned out for us? Or will you find a way to pull this child from their timeline, take them back with you to yours?" Her bottom lip quivered but she determinedly narrowed her eyes. "Because if you're planning on taking my daughter or son away from me, I promise you, you will have the fight of your life on your hands."

He pursed his lips, exhaling noisily as he struggled to let go of the anger of his pricked ego in the face of her barely concealed fear. "Caitlin," he said flatly and let his tone convey the entire argument.

Emotions washed over her face and, for a moment, she looked more like her previous self than she had in a long while. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "You didn't deserve that."

She rubbed her face again. "It's just I know how much you love your home."

"Maybe I've come to love... a new home," he murmured, his words skidding out at the last possible moment. Cowardice is a bad look on you, Eobard, he silently chastised himself.

She studied him for a long while as an entirely different set of emotions chased themselves across her face. In the end, she merely nodded and walked back to him. "Let's go get the results."

***

"Negative for human chorionic gonadotropin," Caitlin read aloud. "I'm not pregnant."

"Are you okay?" Eobard asked as he scanned the results once more.

"Yeah," she said, screwing her mouth about speculatively. "I'm relieved and a little sad, I guess. Is that weird?"

"Completely normal, I think," he assured her.

She chuckled dryly. "It's been a while since anybody's called me that. What about you?"

"Oh," he said airily, "I get called normal all the time whenever I'm enacting a nefarious plan while wearing my evil, yellow super-suit with my eyes glowing red."

She scoffed noisily but her tone was gentle. "How are you feeling about this whole near-miss? Do you... want kids?"

"Sure," he said and his easy answer startled a surprised noise out of her. "Not what you were expecting?"

"Our lifestyle isn't exactly family-friendly," she pointed out. "So, no."

"Hey, if we want to have a family, we can go straight--" as she arched a brow at him, he amended on the fly "--er. We can go straighter. Dial back the chance that some arch nemesis might think it's a good idea to target our kids. We can take 'mischief vacations' whenever we want to pull a job, then the rest of the time be a fun, happening PTA family unit who will launch anybody who threatens us into the nearest sun. We can have whatever life we want to have, Cait. We're not just partners in crime, you know? Nobody limits us but us."

That was as perilously close to a declaration of his true feelings as he'd ever dared. He fought to keep his breathing from growing increasingly more shallow as he waited for her response.

She took that all in for a bit, then shook herself slightly, silver appearing in her eyes. "I'm going to go ice out, blow off some steam."

He nodded slightly, exhaling in a controlled breath and desperately clinging to his patented nonchalant mien. "Have fun," he said with a be my guest roll of one hand. "I've got a quantum bomb to finish."

He started past her in the direction of his lab, but she paused him with a touch to his arm. Her gaze locked onto the emblem on his chest and, with the tip of a finger, she circled it as if it were new to her. For a moment, it seemed like she had so many things she wanted to say that the enormity of it all overwhelmed her into silence.

But then she simplified it. "I love you, too," she said quietly, glancing up at him through her lashes.

"Of course you do. I'm very lovable," he said but his flippant tone wasn't quite up to its usual standards and he'd paused a second too long, a lifetime in speedster terms.

The start of a wry, knowing smile tugged at her mouth and he quickly pulled her into an embrace, burying his face in her hair so she couldn't see his face. He'd already given away enough today, thank you very much. Had to save a few things to surprise her with in the future, after all.

[forumofkuka]

Vans Warped Tour 2018: My Amazing First & Unfortunate Last

When I discovered my love for the emo subculture during the summer after 7th grade, I began expanding and refining my taste in both fashion and music. Spending countless hours on Tumblr - discovering new artists and designers - I eventually came across the epitome of emo/punk celebrations: Vans Warped Tour. As a nationally-touring, all-day rock & roll/punk/metal festival, Warped Tour became the unofficial holiday for all those who identified as “alternative,” almost like a family reunion. Each date of Warped Tour across the United States was a unique opportunity for all the surrounding scene queens, metalheads, and pop punk kids to come together, an event that truly seems like the only one of its kind. Here, dozens of bands/artists come together, perform sets on various stages scattered around the arena, sell their merchandise at (sometimes discounted) prices, and host meet & greets/signings for their fans to attend. Additionally, in the midst of all the music, alternative clothing brands, charity organizations, and local food trucks offer all kinds of products, some you buy and others you can win! Warped Tour is an opportunity for devoted fans to see many of their favorite artists take the stage, as well as discover new ones.

Ever since I discovered Warped Tour, I’ve wanted to attend; every summer, they make a stop in my state, in a city that is barely 20 minutes from my house, yet I’ve never been able to go because the festival always seemed to fall on my mother’s birthday or a vacation outside of the country. Finally, as I’ve graduated high school, Vans announces that 2018 will be the final year for a cross-country Warped Tour. Seeing the heightened stakes, I knew that this was the year I had to go, no matter what; fortunately enough, my local date fell three days after my mom’s birthday, and with a couple of friends, we bought a 4-ticket pack and planned our attendance!

Although it has become less prevalent in my day-to-day demeanor and appearance, my love for alternative music and edgier style hasn’t faltered. Sure, I’ve given away many of my Hot Topic graphic tees and lessened the black makeup, but if anything, I’m listening to post-hardcore, newcore, hard rock, and pop punk even more. Warped Tour encouraged me to step outside of my usual and to finally listen to iconic groups that I’ve neglected to give a chance in the past. Their names were very familiar in my head, but when it came to their actual music, I was clueless.

Two weeks before my mid-July date, I decided to create a collaborative Spotify playlist, where my friends and I (mostly me haha) added our favorite bops from artists that we knew we HAD to try and see. Through personal exploration, I finally listened to Tonight Alive’s latest album, Underworld, and absolutely fell in love. I wish I had given them a chance earlier! Although I didn’t end up sticking around until their set, I know now that I have a new band to keep up with and to hopefully get to see live in the future.

In addition to ‘studying’ for Warped, I spent a couple of weeks coming up with the ultimate outfit. Because I don’t get decked out in checkered patterns, fishnets, and band tees on a regular basis, I wanted to go all out for this festival, even more so because I’d be surrounded by people who were going to do the exact same!

When we finally arrived, July 15th, 2018, at Xfinity Theatre, I felt almost euphoric. I don’t think my friends or I could describe to you how smiley I was. Because of crazy traffic, we walked a little over half a mile to the actual entrance. As much as I’m super proud of being an emo, I didn’t hold back from laughing with my friends at how stereotypical or cringey some of our fellow concertgoers were - I mean, come on, alternative kids are usually outcasts for a reason and I’m not going to deny that we’re usually freaks LOL, I know I am! It was so so so hot outside, but there were many opportunities to affordably stay hydrated, since Vans Warped Tour hosted a large, FREE hydration station right by the Journey Stage and the entrance. At most concerts, any beverages - alcoholic or not - are never complimentary, and so I think this anomaly only shows the care and consideration the creators of Warped Tour have for its fans and attendees.

I felt so in my element. For years, I had only ever had a handful of friends who only moderately shared an interest in this subculture, but it was never to the same extent as I did. Being at Warped Tour finally gave me a chance to feel free, an opportunity for me to not have to tone down or hide this actual part of my identity. Looking back, I’m happy with how it went. We ended up splitting up in pairs for parts of the day, but I was able to watch or listen as I walked around to the sets of almost a dozen bands: Doll Skin, Issues, Real Friends, Unearth, Wage War, The Amity Affliction, The Story Untold, Northlane, Ice Nine Kills, Crown the Empire. Although I didn’t watch all of them fully, and there were various others I had wanted to see, it was so much fun to get a taste of different styles of music, ranging from pop-punk to metalcore, and to also see the vibes of the crowds. Never in my life, have I seen so much dust in the air from crowd-surfing, headbanging, and mosh-pitting. It was amazing, and with concerts already being such a euphoric and almost spiritual experience for me, I loved it even more.

Out of all four of us, I’m definitely the one in the group who is more extroverted, aggressive, eccentric, and just overall “out there.” I almost ran away from the group at times, as I would walk ahead of the group, looking around, and was the only one who seemed to be able to beeline through the crowds. 

Rather than spending ridiculous amounts on junk food, I was able to bring in half a dozen, packaged mini cucumbers, and surprisingly didn’t get them confiscated. Although it was a strange snack to bring, it worked out pretty well as an addition hydration boost!

Instead of droning on about the minute-to-minute occurrences of the day, I’ll summarize some highlights.

One of the funnier moments of the day was unexpectedly walking by a faculty member from high school, decked out in all black with his swoopy, punk-styled ginger hair. I had no idea he was into this kind of scene, but seconds after we walked by, a set ended and he quickly left. While I don’t know if he walked away because he saw that we had seen him, it was such a surprise that the one familiar person we’d see that day, wasn’t a student but someone who had worked in the IT department at our high school.

Another moment was when I was buying an Official Vans Warped Tour T-Shirt, and a girl came up to me, in order to compliment me on my outfit. To be honest, she wasn’t the only one to praise me for my checkered overalls, blue barlot crop top, fishnets, and dark gray Doc Martens. I even received a free sticker from a vendor for my overalls! I felt so warm inside, seeing others appreciate these stylistic choices that I had very much been excited about displaying! What stood out to me about this moment with this girl, in particular, was that she had actually tried complimenting me from her car, as my friends and I were walking to the venue, but I hadn’t heard her! The fact she came across me and went up to me, just to tell me, was so sweet <3

To continue on this train of highlights, although I had went into Warped Tour, not planning on getting anything signed or waiting in line for a meet & greet, I ended up meeting The Story Untold and getting all of their signatures on my phone case! Before Warped Tour, I had definitely seen their name around the internet, knowing they were a pop-punk band. Nonetheless, I had never listened to them before and didn’t get a chance to before the festival. When we were walking around the different stands, partly to see what’s there, partly to kill time until Ice Nine Kills was set to take the stage at 4:00pm, we decided to take refuge by the Fueled by Ramen stand and reapply sunscreen in the shade of the tent. While standing there, we had overheard a really good set by this pop-punk band that turned out to be The Story Untold. Hearing how good they had sounded, we decided to get closer and become more a part of the crowd. After jamming out to their songs, “History” and “Delete,” they had announced that they were going to their nearby stand for a meet & greet shortly after. Seeing as we had loved their set and weren’t planning on going elsewhere for the next hour, we quickly ran to their stand and managed to be within a dozen people from the very front of the line. When watching their set, their lead singer vaguely reminded me of All Time Low’s Alex Gaskarth, in both appearance and sound. In between songs, he mentioned something about the group being French-Canadian, with the drummer, Johnathan Landry, having horrible English, as a part of a bit that continued on. While waiting in line, I kept thinking about why these two thoughts felt familiar, until I realized that the lead singer was Janick Thibault. Back in 2016, I remember watching a few of his All Time Low/Green Day covers on Youtube, at a time when I don’t think he was in the band. The world truly works in mysterious ways. I hadn’t thought about him since, and so it was crazy that we happened to be chilling by the Owly.fm stage, right when they were in the middle of their performance.

Aside from The Story Untold, my favorite set was by Ice Nine Kills, a band that was in my Top Three to see for the day. Besides being basically in love with Spencer Charnas, I absolutely loved their performance. In addition to sounding great, they really took their theatrical sound to the next level by having everyone in the band dress up as iconic and classic horror movie serial killers, such as Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th) and Freddie Krueger (Nightmare on Elm Street). Having probably something to do with their two latest singles, “The American Nightmare” and “Thank God It’s Friday,” it was really fun to watch, and their music completely encouraged an awesome moshpit (that I watched from afar) and a ton of head-banging.

The one downside of the day was having to leave 3 hours or so earlier than I had planned. Of course, it was mildly expected, but that’s part of going in a group, you make compromises, and with some friends not feeling well periodically throughout the day, it was my turn to sacrifice, especially since out of everyone, I was able to see the most artists on my list. Although it was advertised as the last cross-country tour, I know my friends and I - as well as many others - hope that that simply means that Vans Warped Tour might be a regional event, with separate tours on the East and West Coast. Warped Tour was a true moment of liberation for me and I will forever remember July 18th, 2018 as a peak of not only my 2018 summer, but my 2018 year as well.

[barry429484077-blog]

mature in latex - 10 Ways Xhamster Mature Lesbian Can Make You Invincible

Mark - Brianna and I were an unlikely match. I am white 63" and 205lbs. I could of been the poster child of a SoCal surfer dude. Blonde hair, blue eyes and no body fat to speak of. Brianna is Blasian (Black/Asian) 58" tall with a brickhouse body (38-24-38). She is stunningly beautiful with light brown skin and intoxicatingly exotic eyes. We attended the same college and definitely ran in different crowds. She was studious and I was there to party. I had a reputation on campus with the ladies....manwhore. I had the looks and sported a thick 8 1/2" cock. I noticed Brianna one day and set my sights on my next conquest. My ego took a major hit when she would not give me the time of day. I persisted over the next few days, causing her to snap at me. Brianna unleashed on me. How I objectified women and she would not be another notch on my bedpost. I tried to play it off, but deep down I knew she was right. I was an ass whole. After much soul searching, I decided to find her and apologize. I noticed her sitting alone out in the main courtyard. I nervously asked her if I could speak to her. She looked at me for a long minute and agreed. I asked her to accept my apology for being an ass. We sat and talked for a couple hours. I walked her back to her dorm. For the first time my thoughts werent to say anything to get in a girls pants. I asked if we could meet for lunch the next day and she accepted. We spent more time together over the next month. Unbelievably, she told me she was still a virgin in her junior year of college. I joked with her about hearing rumors she was a lesbian. She said, "What?!". After recovering from a rib punch. She told me her retired army sergeant dad was very strict with his only daughter. She wasnt allowed to have boyfriends and it carried over into college. I asked her to be my girl. She new I was sexually experienced. She told me she cared for me, but wasnt ready for sex. I knew she was giving me and out. I looked in her eyes and she was tearing up. Hugging her tightly, I told her I could wait as long as it took. We had some heavy make out sessions over the next couple of months. She gave me hand jobs and became infatuated with my 8 12" dick. She let me play with her big tits and pussy through her underwear. I am not going to lie I was getting very frustrated. Unexpectedly, Brianna initiated having sex the first time. She asked me to be patient and go slow. I made it about her. I kissed and sucked on her very hard nipples. I slowly removed her panties and took my time before licking her pussy. and came squeezing my head between her thighs. Entering her with my focus on pleasing her rather than just getting mine was new for me. Her eyes were glazed over as she gasped and moaned. We fucked slowly at first as she adjusted to my size. She had at least two orgasms before I came. I looked at her amazing body while she came down from her orgasm. I was in love with her and was happy about it. We finally met each others parents after dating for a year and a half at our graduation. Her dad shook my hand clearly letting me know it wouldnt go well if I hurt his little girl. He was a big guy about my height but broader in the shoulders. Her mom was Thai very beautiful and petite. I am the spitting image of my dad. My mom was tall at 510" with long slender legs and amazing blue eyes. I surprised everyone (except my dad he helped me buy the ring) including Brianna at dinner. I got on bent knee and proposed. The look her dad gave me made me pause for just a second. Her dad Ray cut me some slack when he found out I was getting commissioned in the Army. They were an Army family. Brianas two older brothers were already enlisted. Ray pulled me aside and verbalized what I had been picking up on with his looks. He said, "treat her right and you and I will get along." I knew he meant every word. I left for training that summer. Receiving my first assignment after completing the training. We were going to Germany! Brianna and I were married and off we went to start our life together. The first year was all about us. We lived in a small house about ten miles from the base. I loved being a platoon leader. Brianna was doing some part time teaching at the base school. Our home life was great. We studied German together and traveled when we could. We were having sex frequently and over time Brianna was my best sex partner ever. Brianna was so humble she really didnt realize how good looking she was. Her humility was one of the things I loved about her. She could have been so vain looking the way she did. Army officers and their wives were required to attend socials. We were often the youngest couple at these events. I would have to take a lot of crap from higher ranking officers mostly in jest. Brianna regularly turned heads and was always the center of attention. I would often overhear comments made about her body, ass or full lips. My first reaction was to get angry. Over time this anger eventually turned to pride and then fantasies. Before I met Brianna I experienced a few threesomes. Buddies and I would share a girls. I even had sex with two bi-sexual girls once. The attention Brianna was getting combined with my past experiences fueled some pretty hot fantasies. My current platoon sergeant transferred out. His replacement was a muscular Peurto Rican. Louis was in his late thirties and came across hard. He was 511" and 220lbs of muscle, tattoos and scars. The prominent scar on his left cheek was a nice accessary. He later told me he got it in a street fight before he joined the army. His mom made him join the army because it was safer than his neighborhood. I couldnt match Louis in hand-to-hand combat. But I was more than a match running and swimming. We had a very competitive relationship. He was my subordinate, but we became more like brothers over time. We would grab a few beers after work every day. I learned he was divorced with two kids he missed very much. He blamed himself because he couldnt keep his dick in his pants. One day, he looked at me over his beer and said, "How did a geek like you land a babe like your wife... sir?" I responded, "with good looks and a big dick." He replied, "I thought officers were always honest?". We laughed it off but all the while I was thinking, holy shit Louis has the hots for my wife. On the drive home all I could think about was Brianna having sex with Louis. Brianna and other significant others would regularly watch us play softball. Brianna though Louis was very intimidating. This one particular softball game Brianna sat with some of the single girls. She overheard gossip about Louis and his sexual prowess. During dinner, Brianna cleared her throat and said she overheard some of the enlisted girls talking about Louis. By this time she was blushing and couldnt make eye contact. I was all ears at this point. Louis was making a name for himself with the ladies. I laughed and said well he is single and spends half his life in the gym. I said, "I thought guys like that were jerks.". She replied, "they are!". She changed the subject to her day teaching. I tried to listen to her , but my mind drifted to her and Louis. We were having sex that night and she was very excited. I again fantasized about Louis fucking her. I was fucking her from behind. Her big hard ass was slamming back against me. I blurted out, "imagine its Louis fucking you." She moaned slamming back even harder. I looked in the mirror, the look of lust on her face was intense. I got bolder and asked her, "if she wanted to fuck him." She didnt answer, moaning louder. I asked again, her head lowered to the mattress and she screamed, "yaaaaaas!" She experienced the most intense orgasm ever. It was too much for me and I blasted in her pussy. We lay there catching our breaths in total silence. She finally cuddled up next to me. She guiltily told me I was the only man she wanted or needed. I didnt push the topic. However, I drifted off to sleep thinking about Louis fucking Brianna. The next weekend we had a two-day softball tournament. I sprained my ankle during the last mature sleeping sex game of the day. An medic iced it down and gave me some crutches. Brianna had been drinking so I asked Louis to drive us home. She was pretty chatty on the way home. I dont know if it was the booze or her nerves being around Louis. I was thinking about my plan. I took a shower leaving them alone. When I came out I caught Louis looking at her ass while she made us something to eat. He quickly looked away, grabbing me a beer from the cooler. Brianna brought us food, excusing herself to go take a shower. Louis .was looking through our movie collection. I told him to pick one out. He selected "9 1/2 Weeks", a favorite of mine. He asked, "if it was a bad choice?". I gave him our hand signal for negative. Brianna came out looking refreshed wearing one of my t-shirts. Her big tits and ass were still pretty obvious. I noticed she put on makeup as well. She joined me on the couch and I passed her a beer. It took her a minute to realize what we were watching. When she did she gave me "the look". During the movie we were all quiet. Brianna would sneak glances over at Louis and turn back to the movie. After the movie ended I asked Brianna to get Louis a towel and some clean clothes. She looked at me like I was crazy. She returned with a towel and clothes. Louis was barely out of the room and Brianna asked, "What the hell are you thinking?" I calmly looked at her and said, "I cant drive him back and hes been drinking. Are you willing to drive him back?" She punched me in the ribs knowing the answer. I took a deep breath and told Brianna I wanted us to live out a fantasy. She looked confused and then said, "are your fricking crazy?" I replied, "maybe I am, I cant get it out of my mind". She said, "I dont think I could do anything and definitely not in front of my husband." Louis came out at that moment wearing shorts and a tank top. We both had seen his arm and calf tattoos before. Now you could partially see his back tattoo. I asked him to show us and he pulled mature women in bathing suits up the back of his shirt. Brianna said, "Oh my gosh!" I am not sure it was the beautiful mosaic tattoo that covered most of his back. Or his washboard abs and large pectorals. Brianna said she always wanted a tattoo but her dad would kill her. Louis looked at her and said, "Youre not your daddys little girl anymore." A look past between them that emboldened me. I thought to myself no guts no glory. Brianna was acting nervous. I took a deep breath and said, "Louis I want you and Brianna to have sex.". Louis stopped in mid drink. Brianna just looked down at the floor. I asked Louis, "do you want to have sex with Brianna?". Louis responded, "She is very beautiful." I said, "that wasnt my question." He looked at Brianna and said, "yes." Briannas head snpped up looking straight at Louis. I asked Brianna the same question. She replied, "yes". Brianna turned to me saying she was to nervous to do anything in front of me. I told her I would stay on the couch. I wanted her to do this. She sat back and thought for a minute. Brianna asked, "Are you sure?". I kissed her and whispered yes in her ear. She got up and walked over to Louis holding out her hand. I could see he nipples stiffening though her shirt. She led him into our bedroom. The last thing I saw before the door closed was her lifting the shirt over her head. I laid there for what seemed like an eternity. I thought she was going to change her mind and burst out of the bedroom. Then I heard her start to moan and gasp. My dick was instantly got hard , it was really happening! She let out a long gasp saying, "Please go slow.". The bed was making a slow rhythmic squeaking sound as her moans grew louder. I could tell she was trying to be quiet when she started blowing her air out instead of moaning. Louis started really laying the pipe. Between the bed springs and Briannas moaning it sounded like a rock concert. She was crying out, "Fuck me!", "God your dick feels so good!". She came screaming, "Yes! Cum in my pussy!" I cleaned my own cum up using my shirt. Laying there replaying the whole thing over in my mind. I dont know how much time passed. Brianna began moaning again. The bed was squeaking like crazy. They fucked for a while ending with Brianna cumming again very vocally. For more info in regards to pictures of milfs fucking review our own web-site. I finally drifted off to sleep waking up to the smell of bacon cooking. Brianna came out looking freshly showered. She couldnt make eye contact with me. She started picking up and tossed Louis uniform in the wash. I grabbed her as she walked past me and pulled her to my lap. I told her I loved her and I was ok with what happened if she was. Her eyes watered up and she kissed me. I knew she was experiencing some inner turmoil. But we would work through it together Louis handed her a plate and she went at it hungrily. I said, "looks like you worked up a serious appetite.". We all busted up laughing and that seemed to drain the tension out of the air. The next few days were surreal. We had only been married two years and I let another man fuck my wife! I couldnt believe how much I was turned on by what happened. Brianna was still clearly confused about her feelings about what happened. She was married and it was wrong. She felt guilty because she enjoyed the sex. What would her dad say! We talked for hours about what happened. We came to a mutual conclusion we wanted it to happen again. She wanted to include me but still wasnt comfortable enough. I told her I could wait. I cornered Louis who had been trying to avoid me. Hard to do when we sit in the same office. We went for a beer after work. I told him everything was fine. Brianna was ok and said she enjoyed it. I mentioned she and I would be at the club Friday night. Brianna - I was raised in a strict conservative home. Dating Mark was a big step for me. When we eventually had sex I was hooked. Mark was patient and a good teacher and I fell deeply in love with him. When he proposed to me it was the happiest day in my life. The fact my dad didnt shoot him was the second happiest day of my life. I was determined to be the best wife in all the history of wifedom. It was a fairy tale I moving to foreign country with my prince charming. I enjoyed being on Marks arm at his socials knowing many of the other women envied me. I was always confident about my looks but never thought of myself as gorgeous. Mark started telling me about some of the off hand comments made by the other soldiers about me. I just told him it was the testosterone talking. I didnt mention it was very flattering. When I heard some other women talking about Louis, whom I thought was intimidating. I was shocked initially. Then embarrassed about what they were saying. I had to admit he was sexy milf in that bad boy kind of way. I dont know why I just didnt keep it to myself. I mentioned the conversation about Louis to Mark. He jokingly laughed it off and I felt embarrassed about bringing it up. Angry at myself for the thoughts I was having. That night Mark was really getting it in. He repeatedly brought up Louis. I did imagine it was Louis pounding my pussy. I had a toe curling orgasm. Afterwards, I panicked and told him it could never happen for real and that he was my one and only. When Mark asked Louis to drive us home after he sprained his ankle. My first though was, why not one of the other guys?. On the drive home my mind was all over the place. Was I making more out of this than what was really there? I was to nervous to sit alone with Louis while Mark showered. I went into the kitchen to make dinner. I felt like I was being watched. It was probably my booze amplified imagination. I went and took a shower trying to clear my head. I composed myself and went back out to the living room. The next thing I know I am watching soft porn! I made a mental note to give Mark hell later. I couldnt help looking at Louis during the movie wondering what he was thinking. The movie ended and Mark asked me to get Louis a towel and clean clothes. I thought, "what the hell!. While Louis was gone Mark brings up his fantasy again. I started to freaking out. For some crazy reason I thought about what my dad would say! I told Mark I couldnt do it and definitely not with him in the same room. Before I could choke Mark. Louis came out from the other room. It was hard not to look at his body. He had an amazing body covered in beautiful tattoos. When I saw his back tattoo I started feeling tingly all over. Still thinking no way in hell could I do anything.....maybe. Now I was super nervous and my mind was going from the gutter back to my dad losing his mind. Then Mark turns the world upside down. When he asked Louis if he wanted to have sex with me and his answer was yes. My first thought was, "he wants me!". The I thought, "Oh me GOD, I cant!". When I looked at Louis and saw he was serious. My nipples started getting hard and my pussy wet. There was no doubt in my mind I wanted him at that moment. I told Mark I was too nervous. When he told me he would stay in the living room. I knew I was losing this battle. I took a deep breath and decided to go for it before I changed my mind. I led Louis into our bedroom not looking back. If I looked back I would have chickened out. I walked in removed my shirt staring straight ahead. When I heard the door close I considered running back out. Louis pressed against me and cupped my breast testing their weight. He started kissing my neck and I tensed up. He asked me if I wanted him to stop. I answered, "No.". I felt his hard dick against me as he tweaked my very hard nipples. He removed my panties and turned me to face him. I let my hand trace down his chest over his ripped stomach to his cock. Marks cock is longer but not as thick. I couldnt come close to wrapping my hand around him. Louis led me onto the bed where we kissed and he went down on me. I had to push him away because I was about to cum. I was trying to be quiet. He kissed his way up and sucked on my rock hard nipples. I was getting so hot and when he started rubbing his big dick up and down my pussy. I hissed, put it in!. When he started I had second thoughts the pressure was crazy. I asked him to go slow. I think I started a slow long orgasm before he took his first stroke. He started fucking me in earnest and I dont know how many times I came. His dick seemed to be hitting every nerve ending in my pussy at the same time. He started breathing heavily. He asked me where he should cum. I remember screaming, "in my pussy!" We laid there in the afterglow. I started thinking about Mark. I couldnt believe how quickly I forgot about Mark being in the next room. Louis fucked me senseless and I loved it. How could I forget about him? I wanted to go out to him but was unsure of how he would react to me enjoying it so much. I ended up falling asleep. Louis woke me sucking my nipples and rubbing my pussy. He pulled me on top and I reached between us and guided him inside me. I still had to work him in slowly, but it felt so good. I rode him as he played with my tits and ass for quite a while. I was so into turned on I know I was getting loud. I squatted over him and bounced up and down as hard and fast as I could. Louis flipped my on my back and pounded my pussy. I had my hands on his ass pulling into me. I came with my face buried in his shoulder. He came shortly after me, filling me up for the second time that night. He collapsed on top of me with his big chest smashed against my big tits. I no longer was nervous and I knew my life had changed forever. I woke up to an empty bed and breakfast cooking. I went into the bathroom. Looking in the mirror I looked a mess. My hair looked like Medusa, bite marks on my breast and my lipstick smeared making all over my face. Al around my mouth my skin was red from whisker burns. I took a shower and went to face the music. Mark was eating and very talkative. I was to nervous to look at him. Then he pulls me onto his lap and tells me everything is ok. I was so scared he would regret what happened and be mad that I clearly enjoyed myself. I looked at Louis and knew I wanted to fuck him again. Not at the risk of losing Mark though. I was so confused. I fretted about it for a couple days and then Mark and I talked. He finally convinced me we were ok and he wanted to do it again. The next day Mark said we were going out dancing Friday night. Dancing is something I love to do. I also wondered if Louis would be there. I was both nervous and excited. But what would my daddy say! /u/HomeFlipper1970