Jason was in his senior year when I arrived at the university. He was a splashy guy, very popular. He was also genuinely nice and quite generous. Jason’s family had money, and he would give fellow students small loans. He even had some pull with the college administration and helped arrange housing.

To top it off, he was also dating one of the hottest women on campus. Her name was Jaclyn, and I developed a wicked crush on her. But Jason wasn’t so generous that he would loan me his girlfriend. That couldneverhappen.

Right?

Jason walked right up to me and introduced himself one day.

“Nice to meet you, Mack,” he said, shaking my hand with a confident grip. He did this with a lot of newcomers, like he was welcoming them to his personal turf. But he wasn’t at all snooty. He invited me to a party at his off-campus home.

I’d seen Jaclyn on Jason’s arm, on campus. Even from afar I was struck by her elegant features, graceful movements and lovely body. Jason was one lucky son of a bitch.

That Saturday I dutifully arrived at Jason’s place to find the party was already underway. Jason rented a house, which had to be a lot nicer than living in a dorm, like I was.

Dozens of people were milling outside. I climbed to the porch and stepped tentatively through the two-story house’s open front door.

To his credit, Jason didn’t live in luxury. The rented house was just an ordinary home. Lots of guests were inside. I recognized a few faces and said my hellos.

Jason appeared and slapped his arm over my shoulders and said, “Mack, glad you made it.” He steered me into another room, saying, “I want you to meet Jaclyn.”

And there I was, face-to-face with the woman I’d mooned over at a distance for weeks. Up close she was even more beautiful, with flawless skin and sparkling eyes. She dazzled me with her smile.

“You two get acquainted,” Jason said before heading off to play host.

Jaclyn was still smiling at me, then in a throaty voice that stirred my cock in my pants said, “Tell me about yourself.”

I stammered through a brief autobiography. But Jaclyn stayed with me even after I’d finished telling my uneventful life story, and soon we were conversing like sophisticated adults. She was witty and smart. And ... flirty?

Jaclyn kept brushing my forearm with her fingertips when she wanted to make some point. When I made a joke, she laughed and leaned toward me. One time, her breast grazed my upper arm. I felt the firm swell of it even after she moved back.

She was paying alotof attention to me, I realized. Somehow we’d been talking for hours as the party carried on around us. Guests were beginning to leave. Jason had a strict cutoff time for the festivities. He didn’t want to annoy his neighbors on the residential street.

But I really didn’t want to leave Jaclyn.

“I guess I should get back to the dorm,” I said reluctantly.

She reached out and took my hand. Her touch was electric.

“Come upstairs before you go. I want to show you something.”

Jaclyn led me through the last of the stragglers, up the stairs to the second story. No one else was there. Then she took me into a bedroom and shut the door.

My throat was tight. My poor cock was throbbing, and I was trying to hide it. What was happening?

“What did you want to show me?” I asked in a shaky voice.

Jaclyn was wearing a dress. With a sudden fluid move that dress was pooled on the floor. She wore no underwear and stood facing me: naked, glowing and unbearably gorgeous.

Incredulous, I gaped at her succulent tits, the glowing sheen of her skin and her smooth thighs. She reached a hand down between her legs and parted the lips of her shaved pussy.

I was stunned — and fantastically turned on. So, of course, I said the dumbest thing possible: “What about Jason?”

She gestured to an open laptop on a desk facing the bed. “He can see us through the camera. He’ll watch us while we fuck. You do want to fuck me, don’t you, Mack?”

I’d never been in a situation like this. But I understood it. There was also no holding back my desire for this woman. If Jason wanted to watch me bang his beautiful, horny girlfriend, I would oblige them both.

I stripped, gasping with relief as my steel-hard cock sprang free. Jaclyn grinned, her eyes fastened to my meat, as desire shone on her face.

Yet I wasn’t completely convinced this wasn’t some crazy practical joke until we were both on the bed, in each other’s arms, with our naked bodies pressed together. We kissed ravenously, our tongues tangling.

Her skin was like silk, her body beautifully toned. She squeezed my ass, and I laid my hand over the exquisite mound of her breast. It was like touching a dream. Her nipple stood stiff and inviting.

She took my cock in her hand, and a wave of pleasure washed over me. I ran my fingertips up the slick slit of her pussy, then slipped my middle digit inside. She was wet and eager, and I stroked her clit until she cried out.

A fiery energy danced between us, leaping from one body, then back to the other. Hot excitement was flaring like a fever in my head. I wanted this woman in every way possible. Following my sexual instincts, I kissed my way down her figure, pausing to suck on her tits, then I found myself between her legs. Her gleaming pussy was right in front of my face.

I licked her, showering her clit with attention. I frantically stroked it with my tongue, and her hips began to jerk. Her fingers tangled in my hair, clutching tight as she began bucking against my face.

Her juices filled my mouth, but she didn’t give me time to savor them. We reversed positions, and I watched, still halfway astonished, as this lovely woman closed her lips around my engorged knob and dropped her mouth straight down my cock to my balls.

She was a fantastic cocksucker. Her tongue wriggled pleasingly, and she took me into her throat with every plunge, keeping up a nice suction.

But she pulled her mouth away before I could shoot my load. Then she said, “I want you to fuck me doggy-style!”

It was only then — as she got onto all fours and I moved in hurriedly behind her — that I remembered Jason was watching us from the laptop camera a few feet away. He’d seen everything so far.

Jaclyn turned her face toward the computer. “I hope you come hard with us, baby!” she said. “Jerk that cock for me!”

As I slipped my own slick dick into her from behind, I realized it hadn’t occurred to me that Jason — wherever he was watching from — would be jacking off to our brazen sexual display. Why else would he have arranged this? We were his sex show.

Surprisingly, the idea excited me. I, too, grinned at the camera, my face still sticky with Jaclyn’s juices.

Then I proceeded to fuck her. Her back flexed, and she purred soft, appreciative sounds that fell just short of being moans. My fingers sank into the ripe flesh of her ass and held on tight.

I picked up the tempo and our bodies slapped together noisily, my cock slamming home with every stroke.

Jaclyn reached beneath herself to stroke her clit while I pounded her pussy. I could feel her growing wetter as her arousal skyrocketed. Her purrs changed to cries that spilled from her throat and rose through the octaves.

I was moving like a piston, and my pleasure was intense. With a moan of my own, I let loose my cream. Each orgasmic spurt felt like its own climactic event as Jaclyn came seconds after me.

Panting and spent, I pulled out of her quivering cunt. Jaclyn closed the laptop, and I dressed and left the house. I didn’t know what I would do when I next ran into her — or Jason.

I needn’t have worried about any awkwardness, either with Jaclyn or Jason. He remained friendly, and she arranged to have me come round several more times that freshman year and fuck her while Jason watched from a remote location.

Later, I learned Jaclyn had a rotating cast of lovers for their enjoyment. I didn’t mind being part of an ensemble. It was kind of a turn-on, in fact.

Jason graduated to much academic fanfare, and life at the university somehow carried on without his dynamic presence. Jaclyn had graduated as well, but I dated other women and still had a great sex life. I also excelled in my studies, moving rapidly toward a business degree.

When my own graduation came around, I was nervous about facing the job market. Out of the blue I was contacted by a firm. They wanted to interview me.

Surprised and delighted, I showed up in my best suit. There, I found out it was Jason’s company. He’d founded it with his family’s money, but had shown quick profits. He had paid his family back, was established in the field all on his own — and was interested in recruiting me.

Jason himself didn’t interview me. But I said something dumb anyway: “Why does he want to hire me?”

The middle-aged woman who was my interviewer raised an eyebrow. “He maintains connections with his alma mater. He always knows when new talent hits the market.”

I got the job.

I worked my ass off to prove myself. It wasn’t until I’d been there a few months that Jason finally visited my office. He looked even more confident and charismatic than he did when we’d first met. We shook hands warmly.

“Mack, I’ve seen your numbers. I was right about you. Come to the manse this Saturday. I’ll introduce you to my wife.”

The “manse” turned out to be a sprawling property, and Saturday was still apparently party night. There were caterers and valets and lots of fancy guests milling on a huge lawn.

Once more Jason appeared as if from nowhere and laid his arm over my shoulders. He walked me into the house, to a room with just a few guests. A woman turned as we entered.

I’d halfway expected his wife to be Jaclyn. Instead, I stood before a woman easily as beautiful, with sensual features, beguiling eyes and a lush figure molded into a black dress.

“This is Daisy,” Jason said. To her: “I’ve told you about Mack, my dear.”

Jason winked and left me with her, and I wondered if history was trying to repeat itself. But it couldn’t be! Jason had been a larger-than-life college student, the literal big man on campus. Now he was a respected businessman. Surely he didn’t still indulge himself with voyeuristic sex games — or did he?

Daisy was very charming. She drew me into conversation, and I fell under her spell. She was intelligent, funny and seemed really interested in me.

As Jaclyn had done years ago, she casually touched me as we spoke. She had a crackling sexual energy about her — nothing crass, just a dynamic, simmering sensuality.

After the other guests left the room, Daisy stepped closer to me, took my chin in her fingers and pushed her mouth softly against mine. I froze a moment, then melted helplessly into the kiss. It was sensuous, lingering and somehow ferociously intimate, even though I didn’t feel the graze of her tongue.

When the kiss finally broke, she said, “Would you like to come upstairs with me, Mack?”

My cock was already tenting my slacks as I asked, “Will Jason be watching?” I wanted him to watch.

“Of course.” She smiled, and it was like harp strings and the twang of Cupid’s arrows.

I followed her up, gazing at her gorgeous backside in the tight dress. We walked down a long corridor to a large bedroom. I wondered how many other men had preceded me there. Perversely, I hoped it was dozens. Hundreds. I wanted Daisy to be getting strange cock every night — and to have Jason watching as he pulled on his own meat.

Something in the scenario hit a primal sexual button inside me. I had never forgotten my escapades with Jaclyn in school. I’d also never expected to revisit such a scene. I was immensely grateful to Jason for sharing his women with me.

The bedroom was luxurious, the bed itself huge and plush. I looked around, wondering where the camera was, wondering too where Jason would have slipped away to in order to watch us. Why did he do this while there was a big party going on? Maybe it was a turn-on for him, doing something so naughty while he was supposed to be the respectable host. Whatever made him happy.

Daisy stepped out into the middle of the room, indicating I should wait. I watched, pulse quickening, as she unfastened her black dress and let it slip down her body to pool around her feet. Again like Jaclyn that first time, she wore no underthings.

I beheld her unclad form. She was like a sculpture. Her unblemished skin shone. Her breasts were high and firm, capped with tiny pinkish nipples. Her waist was trim, belly flat. Her pussy was shaved bare.

She looked at me with twinkling eyes, then suddenly leapt into a whirling dance. She was incredibly graceful and sexy, like a ballerina crossed with a cabaret dancer. She twirled, her luscious tits jiggling enticingly, while her arms swept arcs across the entire room.

I imagined she was answering my never-asked question, telling me the camera or cameras could be anywhere or even everywhere. Jason could certainly afford the best surveillance equipment. This whole bedroom might be monitored from multiple angles.

Finally, Daisy crooked her finger at me. I hurried toward her, dropping my clothes as I went. My cock waggled before me as I approached, then I took her in my arms. I’d fucked Jason’s girlfriend. Now I would fuck Jason’s wife.

Daisy’s body felt glorious against mine. She crushed herself against me, and our mouths quickly found one another once more. Her teeth nipped my lower lip playfully as she pressed her tits to my chest. I jammed my achingly hard cock against her midriff.

We stumbled two steps sideways and fell across the big bed. She was still radiating that thrumming sexual energy.

I groped her perfect breasts, plucking at her swollen nipples. She moaned with unabashed pleasure, a sound that raised gooseflesh on me. I felt like I was touching a body that could topple an empire, like in some old Roman or Greek fable.

But when she reached down and grabbed my cock, I knew for sure she was real. Her hand moved, pumping me slowly. Excitement sparked in my body with the intensity of a gasoline fire. For one second, I thought I was going to shoot off in her grip, but I got control of myself. Barely.

I wanted this to last, and I was sure Jason did, too.

I moved down to suck Daisy’s tits, and she made more pleasurable sounds. I was encouraged, so I moved lower, kissing her belly. Slipping between her thighs, I inhaled her aroma as her legs closed over my shoulders. Her pussy shimmered before me, needy and waiting.

I put my tongue to her, and her body jerked. Her hips rolled, and she jammed her pussy against my face. My tongue tip parted her damp lips and her taste filled my mouth.

I honed in on her clit, and she began writhing, humping hard against my mouth. I caressed her swollen nub with my tongue, and her thighs clamped around my shoulders. Before long, she came hard.

But I stayed where I was and worked her slowly, leading her toward a second climax. I savored her taste and was pleased when her excitement built again. Part of me was aware that she was doing this for Jason, but I wanted her to really enjoy it, too.

She gasped, then a rising cry came from her throat. Her fingers grabbed hold of my hair, and she rode my face again as my tongue caressed her throbbing clit.

When I rose from between her legs, my chin was slick and my mouth was full of her delectable flavor.

Fiercely, she demanded, “Fuck my mouth!”

She faced me on hands and knees. I knelt in front of her, and her mouth was on the perfect level. Her lips closed around me, and she took every inch of me without a flinch. Her blazing eyes rolled up to meet mine. “Fuck my mouth,” she’d said. And she meant it!

So I did. I held her head between my hands and fucked her sucking mouth like it was a pussy. Her tongue danced up and down my shaft. I felt my cockhead dip into her throat with every forceful stroke. She was fearless.

My balls spanked her chin. I was in a daze, but there was a distant voice inside me. It said: “Jason deserves to see you fuck her pussy.”

I pulled out of Daisy’s lush mouth. She looked up at me hungrily, before wordlessly rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

I moved into place, hoping Jason had the best angle possible. I hoped he had zoom and freeze frame. Hoped he recorded this and would watch it over and over.

I plunged into Daisy. I relished the lovely grip of her as I went deep, spearing her to her core. She wriggled beneath me as I stroked into her again and again.

Her hands came up, and her fingers sank into my sank into my shoulders in desperation. She was so close.

“Harder! Faster!” she panted.

I could only oblige. Within seconds, I was pounding her. I slammed her deep, giving her everything I had. It was apparently more than enough for her. She thrashed about as a continuous orgasmic cry poured from her pouty lips.

I was on overdrive, past the point of no return, but I knew Jason deserved a grand finale.

At the last instant I yanked myself out and started pumping thick pearly ropes of come across his wife’s body. I striped her belly, her tits and her face.

I had no doubt we had pleased our audience of one.

My most unforgettable lay? It’s impossible to pick just one. But the first times I screwed Jaclyn and Daisy are seared into my memory — forever.