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April 21st, 2007 — Cheating Wife
I don’t understand some relationships.
The weekend after graduation is a particularly dull time for a bottle
shop. Everyone that wants booze has either left town, is still nursing
the worst hangover of their academic life, or is still plowing through
leftover alcohol. Or has to work. Which I was.
The late afternoon sun pounded through the dirty glass of the front,
what little was not covered with signs loudly proclaiming a message of,
in essence, “Get Drunk! Cheap! Here.” The weather in Cambridge had
been particularly lousy, especially for June, our most promising month
until October. But the thunderstorms and rain showers had given way to
a passably nice day. The weather was guaranteed by the owner of the
shore having scheduled me for an all-day shift.
The job sucked, but the alternative was home to Lancaster, PA with my
parents, a fate I would have gladly licked Mass Ave clean with my
tongue to avoid.
I didn’t notice her at first, as all my attention was taken up by
counting out change for a $100 for a young guy who was buying a
newspaper. He had a smile that I’m certain was intended to be
apologetic, and if I had been in a better mood it might have worked,
but I was inconsolable. A line had formed, and she joined the end of
it, not stopping to pick anything up. With each sale, I noticed a
little more of her.
Bottle of wine, $12.95. Short blonde hair.
Two six-packs of Coke, $4.49. About 5′ 8″, blue halter top. Nice
figure.
Bottle of gin, $6.80. Cute, button nose.
She reached the front of the line, and gave me a smile that broke
through my lousy mood. Blue eyes. A little necklace that looked
vaguely Southwestern, all turquoise and silver.
“I’m looking for Cedar Street? Any idea where that is?”
We’re at the corner of Mass Ave. and Cedar. This was going to be a
short encounter. I told her.
“No, no, not that Cedar! Cedar in Somerville. I love Boston, but I
hate driving in Boston.”
We’re in Boston the way New Jersey is in Manhattan, but I wasn’t going
to start that line of conversation.
“Where are you from?”
“California. How about yourself?”
“Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I’m going to Harvard …” I started in, but
I seemed to have said the magic word.
“Lancaster! I have friends in Lancaster.” Reminded me a bit too much
of the Pennsylvania license plates, but she’s gone on. “They’re
members of my sorority, and I just saw them at our June Weekend
reunion. I’m in town for that …”
As she went on, a one-person conversation, I took in her voice (quite
husky, considering her bubbly demeanor) and glanced (with appropriate
discretion, I hoped) up and down her body. She was, well,
well-stacked. Unfortunately, my discretion was insufficient for the
task, and I looked back up to her face to see her smiling at my
regard. As I blushed, she leaned down over the counter.
“Some people get all the fun jobs,” she said, in a low, conspiratorial
voice.
“Uh, yeah.” Witty reply. Clever. That’s right, I thought, wow her
with your intellect.
“Place seems quiet, today” She said, glancing around, stretching
herself. Her elbows sunk slowly onto the countertop. I looked up from
the view thus created by the lowering of the halter-top fabric to see
her looking at me with a smile that had switched from conspiratorial to
something else.
“Think of anything we could do to make the job more fun?” she said.
“Well, it’s cooler in the back.” Shit, I thought, did I say that?
“We could fix that,” she said, turning around and surveying the back of
the store for the door.
“This way,” I managed to gasp out with lungs that didn’t seem
completely under my command. In one fluid motion, I had closed the
register, grabbed a package of condoms from behind the counter, and
locked the front door. No customers in the parking lot, good, just one
car, must be her’s. It looks like there’s someone in it, but nah,
couldn’t be, anyway, who cares?
I led her into the back room. It’s even worse than the typical back
room of a liquor store, whatever that looks like. There are boxes
piled everywhere, both empty and full, the usual collection of posters
proclaiming that all you have to do is drink some terrible brand of bad
American liquor and amazingly women who would scrape you off their shoe
now will fall into bed with you. Not in so many words, of course, but
the message is clear.
She surveyed the scene, with what I assumed was less than complete
enthusiasm. Well, it is a bottle shop, not the Marriott. But when she
turned around, she still has that infectious lovely smile on her face …
“I can cope with this.” She pulled the tank top over her head,
revealing her lovely breasts still in a white bra. The bra came off a
moment later, and she was in my arms, pulling me down to a kiss. And a
very nice kiss it was, very deep and soft. Even with lots of tongue,
there are kisses that are very sharp and angular-feeling, but this was
a lover’s kiss. I still can’t completely explain the difference, but
there you are.
With a plop, the package of condoms dropped to the floor. She somehow
managed to slither out of her shorts while kissing me, and did a
lovely, slow, descent to her knees, running her hands down my chest.
Kissing me through my jeans, she unbuttons them, and applies her mouth
to my already-hard cock with tremendous skill.
“Now …” Lick. “I don’t …” Slurp. “have …” Gulp. “much time
for this,” she finally managed to get out, between licks with her
tongue along my balls, “so let’s be quick!”
Nothing like a little performance anxiety to make an evening special,
but I wasn’t going to turn this down for anything.
She retrieved the packaged of condoms, and (with cardboard and wrappers
flying everywhere) managed to extract one. As she stood up, naked
except for jewelry and shoes, she rolled one onto me with one hand, the
other steadying herself on my shoulder.
“OK, I’ll just bend over like this,” she said, as businesslike as if
she was staging a play. She turned her back to me, and bent over,
steadying herself on a pile of Guinness boxes. She spread her legs,
and one hand spread her lips apart. Amazingly, she was very wet
already, wet enough to…
“Well? C’mon!” she said, always impatient. OK, OK, I was just
enjoying the view. I stepped forward, rubber-clad penis in hand, and
slid it. There was almost no resistance, I was amazed.
I started slowly, with long strokes, but she was having none of it.
She started setting the rhythm, pushing back, in, out, in out. Her
free hand was playing with her clit, and she was starting a lovely
pattern of moans in time with her thrusts. In, out, in out … she
came once, twice as I finally lost control and pounded into her,
grabbing her hips.
She started screaming, loud enough that I was afraid the next door
dry-cleaners would hear. “Yes, yes, YES!” she yelled out as I came,
much faster than I thought I ever would, shaking as my cum poured out
of me.
I staggered back, a bit unsure of my balance, and came out of her with
a pop. She gave a small whimper of displeasure, but was back into her
shorts and tank top (bra in the pocket of the shorts) before I even had
the condom all the way off.
“That was very nice, thanks. I better go, my boyfriend’s waiting.”
“BOYFRIEND!”
“Yeah, he’s in the car. He’ll wonder what’s taking so long.”
“Boyfriend?” OK, I had already said it, but I still wasn’t quite
getting the answer I was looking for.
“Relax, he’s reading a newspaper, and nothing distracts him from that.
Anyway, gotta go! Thank you kindly,” she said, with just a touch of an
affected southern accent. And with a small peck on the cheek, out she
went through the store, unlocking the front door and tearing out of
it.
I staggered into my clothes, cleaned up the condom package debris in
the storage room, and put one condom-package worth of change in the
register (the owner would notice, he’s that kind of guy).
I watched the car pull away, and head down Mass Ave. Even through the
grimy windows, I can see that it was the guy with the $100 driving.
I still don’t understand some relationships.
April 21st, 2007 — Cheating Wife
July 24, 1992
Wife Dates new lover.
I’m going to keep a dairy of my emotions tonight. I plan to write
a little something at least each hour. I’m doing this because it
does two things. First it gives me something to do and secondly
many people have asked how I feel at such times.
You see my wife, Dena, and I have an open marriage. At least it’s
a one sided open marriage. Throughout our 14 year marriage I have
remained monogamous while Dena has had many lovers. I don’t mind
her affairs, in fact I was the one who suggested she date other
men.
I do admit that nights such as this I am somewhat nervous because
Dena is dating this guy for the first time. On the other hand it
was me who arranged this date. Here’s how it began.
Wednesday night Dena and I went to a local restaurant/lounge for
dinner. It’s a favorite night-spot for visiting businessmen and
salesmen so it’s usually full of men looking for a good time. Our
hopes this night were to allow Dena to meet someone she found
attractive and invite him to our home for the night. Dena often
visited to this lounge alone in an effort to meet a new lover. On
those occasions she has never failed to have sex with someone even
if it’s only a quickie in the parking lot or sometimes she’ll give
her friend head only. Most times she’ll be invited to one of the
adjoining hotel rooms where she’ll sometimes spend the entire night
satisfying their mutual urges. But I am getting off the main
purpose of writing this.
Dena and I arrived at the lounge around nine. As expected the place
was packed with mostly single men. Dena had worn a low cut dress
that was made of a material that when viewed with a light from
behind silhouetted her body sensuously.
We were got lucky and found an empty table right away. This was
what we were hoping for because it would allow us to invite her
prospect to a seat while we got to know him better.
Within minutes Dena spotted several likely candidates. She had
already managed to make eye contact with one man who seemed in his
lat thirties. He was a rather tall man with a dark tan that
suggested the outdoor type. Dena turned to me and said. “Honey,
that’s the man who’ll be fucking me soon.” My cock stirred. I told
her that I would go to the restroom and stay longer than necessary
and for her to make her move while I was gone.
I didn’t really need to go to the restroom so instead I found a
place at the far end of the bar. I could clearly see Dena but could
only imagine what she would be saying. I had just ordered a drink
when Dena and her friend made eye contact again. Dena gave him one
of her sexiest ‘comon’ smiles. Seeing I was not at the table the
man wasted no time approaching Dena. They talked briefly then got
up to dance. I watched as Dena danced closer than necessary,
pressing and rubbing herself into her friends arms. The next song
was somewhat faster and they danced to that with Dena smiling
prevocativly to her friend. The third number was another slow tune
and this time Dena’s friend’s hand found her pump ass. He was
getting himself a good feel of her ass when I noticed Dena look him
directly in the eye then she kissed him. One could see their kiss
was passionate even from a distance. I knew her tongue was probing
his mouth as if to say. “I’m yours. Take me.” I smiled nervously to
myself. I knew that before long this handsome stranger would be
lost inside my wife’s love tunnel.
I got up from the bar and took my seat at our table while this
stranger continued to turn my wife on. After the dance they
returned to the table. Dena introduced her friend as Sam. A
salesman in town for a few days. We invited Sam to join us at our
table which he did although he was somewhat nervous. We ordered
drinks and Dena asked me to dance with her.
On the dance floor Dena said. “I want him to fuck him Honey.” “I
gathered as much.” I said. “I want you to ask him to fuck me while
you watch.” I asked if she thought that might drive him away. “You
better hope not or you won’t get any seconds tonight like you
like.” “Then I guess it’s up to me.” I said. We returned to the
table when the dance finished.
Dena didn’t sit down but instead she excused herself to go to the
powder room. Sam and I watched Dena’s ass swing away through the
crowd. “Nice ass isn’t it Sam?” “Is it ever.” Sam said then
realizing he was saying that to me Dena’s husband he quickly added.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t say that.” “Or think those thoughts.” I
chuckled back. “That too.” Sam said. “It’s OK Sam, Dena told me on
the dance floor that she wants some of you too.” you mean…” Sam
let his sentence trail away. “I mean she wants to fuck you
tonight.” I said. “But what about you. I mean she’s your wife isn’t
she?” Sam said. “She is my wife but you see. Dena and I have an
open marriage. I enjoy letting her sleep with other men. I
sometimes join in, sometimes I just watch, but most times I’m not
even present.” I said. “You mean you’ve watched her fuck another
man?” Sam asked. “I have. Many times. Tonight I want to watch you
fuck her. Will you?” I asked. “If you’re serious I will. I’ve never
fucked a man’s wife while he watched.” Sam said. “Nothing to it.
Just get naked and jump in. I can tell you she’s got some good
pussy and knows how to please a man.” “God my cocks getting hard
right now.” Sam said. Laughing I said. “Mine’s been hard.”
Dena returned to the table and sat down. “OK. What’s with the
grins. What’re you boys up too?” Dena asked. “Well it seems Sam
wants the same thing we do.” I said. “Really? Sam you’ll do it?”
Dena asked excitedly. “If you two are for real.” Sam said. Dena
reached over and placed her hand on Sam’s cock. “We’re for real.”
She said. Then turning to me she said. “Honey, can we go home now.
I think Sam’s ready and if I get much wetter I’ll slip off this
chair.” We all laughed and rose in unison to leave.
I paid the tab as Dena and Sam walked ahead to our car. They were
already at the car kissing as I walked up. “Honey, Sam and I are
going to ride in back so we’ll have more room if you don’t mind.”
Dena said. “OK.” I answered then we got into the car, Sam and Dena
in back. Starting the engine I said to Sam. “Sam, hold onto your
balls or she’ll suck them through your cock before we get home.” As
I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being unzipped Dena
said. “He knows me all too well Sam.”
I drove out of the parking lot and turned the car toward home, only
a few miles away. “Oh God, what a beautiful cock.” Dena said. I
heard Sam catch his breath and knew that Dena had taken his cock in
her mouth. She likes to deep throat her lover as soon as she takes
him in so I knew also that her nose would be pressed tightly
against Sam’s belly. “Can she take it all Sam?” I asked. “Goddam,
can she. I think she’s going to swallow me whole.” Sam said.
Laughing I said. “Just sit back and enjoy it, she knows what do.”
Dena’s mouth was making sucking sounds as I pulled into our drive.
She was really working on Sam’s cock. I turned the engine off and
turned in my seat to look into the back. Sam was laying back with
his eyes closed while Dena was on her knees in the floorboard.
Although Dena head blocked my view I knew her mouth engulfed Sam’s
cock. “OK, Honey, lets go inside so Sam can relax while you show me
what you can do.” I said. Dena’s head continued to bob a few more
times before she reluctantly released Sam’s cock from her mouth.
Moving up to kiss Sam she said to him. “God Sam, you taste good.”
I allowed them to hold their kiss for awhile then opening my door
I said. “OK you love birds. Lets go inside so we can all get
naked.”
I opened the back door and Dena got out first. Sam was trying to
stuff his manhood back into his pants. Dena said “Don’t bother
doing that Sam. I’ll just have to take him out as soon as we get
inside. Noone can see you anyway.” Sam looked around and seeing
there was no house in sight he got out of the car. His cock
standing tall before him. I knew Dena would enjoy herself tonight
because Sam’s cock was about 10 inches in length and as thick as
her wrist. The head of his cock seemed almost small. Like the early
space capsules sitting on top of the booster. I was anchious to see
that cock stretching my wife’s pussy as it plunged into her depths.
I couldn’t see Sam’s balls but I hoped they too were large and full
of cum. Dena liked it when her lover gave her a massive load. She
especially liked her lovers cum to be thick. Very thick.
Once inside Dena led Sam to our bedroom. I turned back the covers
on our King sized bed as Dena undressed her new lover. Sam lay back
on the bed as Dena began undressing. I went to get clean towels and
drinks as Dena dress fell to the floor. I knew that when I returned
Sam would have his cock buried in Dena’s pussy.
I got the towels and took two of the smaller ones and wet them with
the hottest water I could stand. After wringing most of the water
out I got three beers out of the refrigerator.
As I entered our bedroom all was as I expected. Sam was on top of
Dena pumping his manhood into her. Dena was arching her back to Sam
so she could take him as deep as he would go. I sat the drinks and
towels on the night stand then began to undress all the while
watching Sam fuck his cock into my wife. Once undressed I sat on
the corner of the bed. I had a perfect view of Sam’s cock as it
entered my wife. I began to slowly jack my own cock as the stranger
before me fucked my beautiful wife.
After a few minutes I could tell Sam was about to cum. This excited
me even more knowing my wife was about to receive a load from a man
we hardly knew. I began shooting my load about the same time Sam
began shooting his. “Ohh God Sam! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck your cum
in me!” Dena was gasping. I knew she could feel Sam’s cum exploding
inside her ’sugar walls’. My own cum was flying a I jacked myself
harder and harder. Sam’s back was stiff now as he spilt his seed.
I could see the first faint whispers of white cum escaping from
Dena’s pussy as Sam slowly pumped his cock into her. I knew he was
trying to empty himself on this first go. Dena was squirming
beneath Sam her own organism reaching it’s climax. “Ohhh God! Ohhh
God! I’m cumming! I’mmm Cummming! Shoot it in me! Shoot it all in
me!” Dena was gasping.
As our three mutual climax’s subsided Sam lay spent and still on
top of Dena. Dena’s pussy twitched as the tingling subsided. My
hand was wet with my own cum as were my legs. I moved myself into
position and kissed Dena deeply. “I love you.” She said. “I love
you too.” I said. “And I love Sam’s cock inside me.” Dena said and
kissed Sam as deeply as we had.
As their kiss broke Sam rolled off Dena and lay beside her. “Eat my
pussy.” Dena said to me. I maneuvered myself between Dena’s legs.
Sam’s seed was just beginning to really flow from Dena’s pussy.
“Clean my pussy Honey. Clean Sam’s hot cum from my pussy while I
get him up to deliver a new load.” Opening Dena’s pussy with my
hands I placed my mouth on her silky wetness. I was immediately
greeted with the unmistakable taste of fresh cum. I lapped Dena’s
pussy like a new puppy. My cock was hard as nails as I cleaned her
pussy so Sam could deposit a new load soon. As I worked on Dena’s
pussy she was busy sucking Sam’s cock back to life. My jaws were
beginning to cramp when Dena said to me. “Honey, I think Sam’s
ready to make another deposit.”
I moved to my place at the corner of the bed as Sam once again
mounted my wife. His cock stabbed at her pussy two or three time
without entering her so I gently took his cock in my hand and
guided it into Dena’s pussy. Sam began pumping with renewed vigor
as his cock buried itself deeply in it’s warm wet heaven.
Again I jacked myself off as I watched the sight before me. Sam
still hadn’t shot his second load although Dena had climaxed
several times. Each time she became more vocal. Asking if I could
see Sam’s cock disappearing into her. Asking Sam to fuck her
harder. To shoot his load inside her. To fill her pussy full of
cum. As Dena begged Sam for his cum I shot my third load into the
air. Now Sam grunted “I’m cumming! I’ cumming!” “Ohh Yesss! Ohh
Yesss! I feel it. I feel you shooting inside me.” Dena was saying
to noone. To me she said. “Honey Sam’s shooting his load in my
pussy! I feel him shooting his hot cum load in me!” then “Ohh
Goddd! Ohhh GGGoddd! I’m cumming too! Ohhh Godd, Fuck me! Fuck me!
Fuck me!”
The sight before me was beautiful. My wife beneath this handsome
stranger with the massive cock shooting his seed into her deepest
recesses. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I shot my forth load.
After Sam spent himself and three of us rested awhile Sam and I got
dressed and I drove him back to his hotel. He asked if he could
call Dena and perhaps date her next time he’s in town. I told him
that I was sure she would like that and would be disappointed if he
did not.
Dena was asleep when I got home. She had placed one of the towels
between her legs but it had fallen away when in her sleep she
spread her legs. Sam’s cum was still slowly oozing from her pussy.
I decided not to wake her and instead I jacked myself to
compleation again as I watched Sam’s cum run slowly down my wife’s
ass then join the wetness of the towel below. It’s times like these
when I feel closest to Dena. I love to see her get pleasure from
another man.
That brings us to the present. Sam called Dena today and told her
he liked her pussy so much that he decided to stay one more night
if she would see him again. Dena agreed to date him and promissed
to call me after each time they had sex. She called me about 45
minutes after she left to meet Sam at his hotel to tell me that she
had just finished giving Sam a blow job. She said he had shot
several very thick globs of cum in her mouth. She had swallowed all
of it and could still feel the slight burning in her throat and
taste his cum in her mouth.
Sam’s in the shower now and Dena was planning to join him after
hanging up with me. I can just see her now. Pinned to the shower
wall while Sam pounds his cock in her. Or perhaps he has her
sitting on the counter. Her legs spread wide. His cock buried deep
in her pussy spilling more of his thick white jism inside her
pussy. God this is almost as good as being there. I know the phone
will ring soon. It will be Dena telling me that she has just
accepted another load of cum. I wonder how many times she’ll call.
Lot’s I hope.
God I love her. I love her fucking. I love her sucking. I love
sloppy seconds.
April 21st, 2007 — Cheating Wife
In one fluid motion he reaches an arm beneath your buttocks
and another behind your back, and lowers you to the floor.
His hands begin to search every inch of your exposed body,
touching, caressing, fondling. Their rough texture on your
soft skin belies their gentleness. slowly his right hand
finds your clitoris and begins a gentle stroking which sends
waves of sensation coursing into your trembling belly. You
close your eyes, giving yourself over completely to the
sensations, feeling your mushrooming desire.
Your sensations gradually grow in intensity as the rhythm of
his hand on your clitoris grows ever faster. Suddenly he
stops, and you feel him move down toward your mons. He parts
your thighs and with a start of disappointment you feel him
move between them. Before you can open your eyes, you feel
the insistent pressure of his hand replaced by a warm, wet,
raspy sensation around your vagina, which moves slowly
upward toward your hot clitoris. As his wet tongue rasps
gently across it’s inflamed head you feel your belly explode
in orgasm.
As you writhe in helpless rapture his stroking tongue guides
you from peak to peak, until you think there can’t possibly
be any more. But moment after moment he caries you higher
until you believe you’ll die. Finally, you collapse, beyond
sensation, floating on a soft carpet in a warm sea. You lie
exhausted, but yearning for more.
The stroking of his tongue subsides to a warm caress which
adds a gentle pink haze to your dream like state. Then,
gradually you feel his tongue become more insistent, and
once again, and yet again, you explode in ecstasy. Time
after countless time you follow this stranger into
sensations you never imagined possible, and after each he
gives you an eternity of quiet caressing to savor the
journey.
Finally, his tongue abandons your clitoris, and begins a
march across your belly. Nibbling, stroking, sucking, he
moves up to your full breasts. You feel his warm, wet tongue
gently circling your erect and sensitive nipples, first one,
and then the other, as sensation shoots from their tips to
the pit of your stomach. As he moves along your body,
hovering just above it, you feel his penis, erect, inflamed,
pressing into your thighs, and then your stomach, pulsing
gently up and down. You feel his breath panting on your
neck, and the extinguished flame of your desire rises again
from the ashes.
You become aware of the tip of his penis pushing gently at
the entrance to your vagina, as he sucks gently on the skin
of your shoulders. Your hands move along his back, stroking
the hard ribbons of muscle beneath his skin. You feel his
body begin to thrust at your vaginal entrance, and you
sense his need through the insistence of his movements. Your
hands run down his back and grip his iron hard buttocks, and
you pull gently, encouraging his joining with you. As he
feels your hands pulling him firmly toward you, he thrusts
forward, and your well lubricated vagina engulfs his
engorged penis. You both gasp with pleasure at the
penetration.
His penis begins to stroke rhythmically, and with each
pistoning movement he seems to fill you completely. His body
is very strong, and his desire for you is intense, but his
movement is surprisingly gentle. This strong, hard man is
making love to you, and the sudden realization of it brings
on an orgasmic release which is as unexpected as it is
pleasureable. You rock together in a rhythm as old as time,
as waves of pleasure on the physical plane, and joy on the
spiritual plane wash over you both.
As your orgasm subsides into a warm glow, his thrusting
grows more gentle, virtually stoping at times.
Still he moves in and out, almost helplessly. Each gentle
thrust of his hips places his body deep inside yours. The
simple pleasure of being joined rivals the intensity of the
other sensations you have created together. You have no
sense of time, or place, only the joining, the oneness.
You can feel beneath the tightness of his back muscles a
growing need, an insistence, which is as much a part of his
primal being as the white hot fire in your belly is of
yours. You can sense in him a need to climax, to finish the
act, to leave part of himself inside you. You feel this need
building with every pistoning of his massively erect penis,
with every thrust of his hips. You can feel his buttocks
clenching with increasing desperation as he nears his
completion. As you feel this need, you want to join him
fully. His increasingly powerful thrusts are greated with
your own ever more powerful upthrusts as you strive together
to join in this most human of acts. You pound together,
stripped of intellect, reduced to primitive animals,
grunting, panting, sweat intermingling, senseless, inflamed
, and desperately reaching for each other. In a moment his
thrusting becomes beyond his control. You open yourself
totally pressing upward to meet his downward plunges until
he moans, tortured, and begins to stiffen with the
approaching climax. Your own final orgasm grips you at the
moment you feel his completion, and you hold him desperately
with every muscle in your body. His back arches violently,
and between your sweaty thighs, deep in the recesses of your
clutching vagina, you feel him begin to throb.With each
throb in your vagina, you hear him gasp, and you feel his
hot semen pour out of you, running down the crack between
your buttocks. With each thrust it flows around his
pistoning penis and gushes out. A half dozen times he fills
your overflowing vagina, and each time his huge cock forces
it out onto your buttocks. Its scalding wash inflames your
final explosion, and you shudder together in your final
release. In a last moment of conscious thought before you
collapse together you feel a completeness you’ve never
imagined possible before.
After some time, you couldn’t say how long, you feel his
lips brush your cheek. Without a word he stands up, pulls on
his clothes, picks up his tools, and quietly leaves.
For a long time afterward you lie alone on your livingroom
floor, wondering at your lack of remorse, and pleasuring in
the warm afterglo. “We never said a word” you think. And as
you think about it you realize that the silence, the
anonimity, made it alright. “I’m still married, I still have
the kids, I still love my husband…I’m ok.” And you realize
that you’ve gained something precious…a secret memory to
place in that absolutely private place inside, never to be
forgotton, or repeated.
April 21st, 2007 — Cheating Wife
Breakfast is over…your husband is off to work, and the
kids have left for school. You sit quietly at the kitchen
table finishing the last cup from the coffee
pot…daydreaming about nothing in particular…getting
ready to start another weekday.
The doorbell rings once, startling you from your morning
trance. You rise slowly from the table, wondering who it
might be. As you walk from the kitchen to the front door you
think “what a sight I am, hair all mussed, in an old robe
and worn slippers…well the hell with it, whoever it is
they probably don’t look much better than I do.”
Quickly you run your hands through your hair and down the
front of your robe, smoothing out the wrinkles as best you
can. Standing on your tip toes you peek through the security
viewer in the door. You can see the head and shoulders of a
man in a cap and workshirt. He apppears to be in his mid to
late thirties, with sandy blond hair peeking out from around
his cap.
You open the door slightly, and peering around the edge you
say “Yes?”
You can see more of him now…a strong, atheletic, tall man
carrying a toolbox in his right hand.
“You called about your refrigerator?” he says in a deep, but
soft baritone.
You remember your call to the appliance store in town
yesterday, and their promise to send someone to look at your
balky ice maker.
“Yes, I did, come in, please”.
You open the door to let him in, then close it behind him.
“The ice maker…it doesn’t work all the time, and we’re
expecting company this weekend”"
Just inside the door he places his tool box on the flooor
and turns to face you. His deep, hazel/green eyes meet
yours. You stand not moving under his unblinking gaze, and a
tremor of fear, or is it excitement, quivers along your
spine. For what seems an eternity neither of you speaks or
moves. You are riveted in place by his eyes. They seem to
reach out and hold you immobile, like a fawn caught in the
headlights of a speeding car.
He doesn’t move, or speak. His eyes seem to see right into
your soul, and you desperately want to say something to
break the spell…but you can’t find your voice. Something
primal in the depths of your being doesn’t want to move or
speak, something strong and insistent, caged and yearning
for the light pushes its way up through your stomach like a
white fire. You stand unmoving, trembling, half afraid.
You watch helplessly as his hands reach for you. They are
strong, rough hands…a workingman’s hands, but strangely
graceful in their movements.Slowly, one button at a time, he
unbuttons your robe. You feel on the edge of panic, but the
growing white fire in your belly holds you firmly, and
quietly, in place.
He pushes the robe gently off your shoulders, and it falls
silently, forgotten, to the floor.
Your knees are turning to water, and the trembling along
your spine is moving in waves. Gently he places his hands on
your shoulders and turns you around with your back to him.
His hands move softly to your hips, and with one hand on
your stomach backs you toward him, while the other lifts
your teddy over your head.
His hand on your stomach seems to spread the fire upward,
and for a moment you can’t catch your breath. Gently his
hands move upward to caress your erect nipples. and after a
moment, downward across your stomach. By now, your will to
resist is vanished…you are consumed by an animal need so
strong that it’s almost more frightening than this man, this
stranger. As he holds you against his body, you can feel his
nakedness against your back. Between your buttocks you feel
his erect penis pulsing gently, insistently.
He turns you around. For the first time you see his rock
hard body. The muscles of his stomach lie beneath his skin
like a washboard. His belly is covered by fine blond hair.
and his biceps ripple when he moves his arms. His tiny,
erect nipples point their desire at you, and as your nipples
touch his chest you totter on the edge of an orgasm.
April 21st, 2007 — Cheating Wife
My favorite sexual fantasy is to have two very large
well hung studs take my hot sexy body and do what they want
with it. Hm……let’s see …….. I’m lounging around the
pool in my back yard, the hot sun beating down on my tanned
and oiled body. The heat makes my slit wet and juicy and sweat
trickles down between my thighs.
Suddenly and abruptly, I feel a hand being placed on my
shoulder and look up in surprise to see two handsome
men in jeans and tee-shirts standing there. One of them says
he didn’t mean to disturb me, but they knocked on the front
door and there was no answer, so they thought they might
as well try to look around in the back to see if anyone were home.
He explained that they were here to fix the filter in the pool
and that my husband had called them this morning from his
office. “Oh yes!”,I said, the filter is broken. Go ahead.”
From where the pool filter was located those two hunks had a
great view of me and feeling kind of horny, I thought I’d give
them a show. I undid the strap of my bikini top so that just a
little tit was showing and I pulled my bottoms tight up into my
crack. I knew they could see and that I was having an effect.
One of the guys, a blond who said his name was Pete, walked
over and asked to use the bathroom. “Right through the door and
to the left.” I said, sitting up a bit and letting my top fall
free exposing my large ripe breasts. The look on his face was
one of shock and embarrassment. “Oops!” I said, and winked at
him.
He just smiled and headed to the bathroom. While he was
gone I called the other guy over, Jeff was his name, a tall
muscular fellah with black hair. “Could you put some sun tan
lotion on my back” I asked as I rolled over onto my stomach.
“Sure!” he said. Slowly he massaged the oil all over my back and
legs. Then I turned over and asked him to do the front too, which
he did with a grin. His large firm hands began squeezing and
rubbing my tits. As he did that I reached up and unzipped his
pants revealing a thick hard ten inch cock! I sat up on the
lounge chair and slid his hot meat into my mouth. I sucked
slowly on the head of his fat dick, slipping it in and out
between my red succulent lips. By then his friend was back and
was already taking off his pants. I laid back on the lounge
chair and removed my bottoms. I spread my legs wide and the
blond guy took his big hard shaft and plunged it into my
dripping cunt.
The other guy stood over me and fucked my large aching tits
and mouth with his giant prick. The two of them pumped away
filling my mouth and pussy with their cocks. I wiggled and
moaned as they thrust in and out of me, ravishing my hot naked
body. My pussy clamped down tight on the thick tool between my
legs brought me orgasm after orgasm. I could feel the cock in
my mouth swell and I sucked faster until the guy shot a hot
creamy load of come down my throat. Then the guy fucking me blew
his wad deep in my cunt. I laid back, basted in their love
juices, and smiled.
After all of that exotic lovemaking, we all went for a cool
refreshing swim and did it again before my husband got home.
April 21st, 2007 — Cheating Wife
It was winter, and the two of them were staying with a friend who had her
own apartment. The house was chilly, and they had talked late into the night.
As Julie went into the bathroom to change for bed, he and Sara quickly held
each other and kissed. They scarcely had time for a gentle taste of one another
before slipping out of their warm things and into night dress. He pulled on
a pair of boxer shorts and a shirt. She giggled, noticing how poorly they
restrained him, and pushed him gently under the covers. She pulled on a long
nightshirt that fell to her knees, suspended in a long cascade from the
tips of her breasts. She was setting their things aside as Julie returned, in
a button-down flannel shirt and sweatpants. Julie’s eyes made a brief contact
of Sara’s behind as the latter slipped into the middle of the large bed.
Julie smiled at her guests. “It’ll be nice to have company tonight. I’ve
been so cold lately!” As she stretched to reach the lamp, he glimpsed a
flash of midriff glowing pink in the soft light. Then blackness.
They all were rocked lightly as they shifted into place. Sara in the middle
slept on her right side, and he cupped her body in a spoon. Julie lay on Sara’s
right, her head close. Sara could feel his hardness pressed against her back,
and began to feel a small core of heat inside of her. But she cautioned
herself that they were staying with a friend, and she was uneasy with another
person so near. Though it was hard to be
Julie was so sweet. They had been friends for several months now. Julie seemed
very comfortable with herself, something Sara envied. But she was coming out
of her shell, as he would say.
Sara turned her head and kissed his arm, which was threaded beneath her
neck. It streched out further still, and Julie lay her head in his hand. She
did look awfully pretty in the dim orange light of the remaining embers in the
fireplace. Julie was slowly tracing circles on the back of Sara’s hand. She
felt herself being slowly mesmerized. But there was a tension instead of the
growing relaxation she was hoping to feel, was afraid of feeling. She
became restless, and shifted about. He whispered a question into her ear,
nuzzling it in the process, and she drew herself up. Sliding over him, she
murmurred “bathroom,” and slid out of the room.
Once in the bathroom, she turned to face herself in the mirror. Two
crisp peaks in her shirt met her gaze, and she saw she was flushed. Hurriedly
flicking off the light she drew a drink of water and sat down, taking a deep
breath. Her fingers trembled as she drew the water to her lips to sip.
Counting to twenty, she tried to recall the meditations he had taught her.
She folded up her legs and found her center, her breath becoming normal.
Sara darted back into the bedroom and slipped under the covers next to
him, opposite Julie. He turned obligingly and she lay on his arm. This was
familiar, this was natural, she thought. Soon she drifted off to sleep.
He awoke to extreme darkness. The fire was dead, though some of its heat
remained. Concentrating, he found that he lay on his back, and felt Sara
curled up to his left, wrapped around his arm. With a mental start he realized
that the heat he felt came from Julie, who had closed the distance between them
and was now nestled with her back to him, around his other arm. Stretched but
comfortable, he relaxed, concentrating on the sensations of the room. There
was a low hiss emanating from the fireplace, almost beneath notice. The heavy
wool blanket weighed upon him reassuringly, and he felt Sara’s warm breath
dance along his upper arm. The fingers of one of her hands were laced with his.
His other hand felt a soft sponginess he couldn’t identify. He moved his
fingers gently, sliding the tips along and pressing slightly. As he searched,
a bulge formed underneath the surface of the cloth, and with another start he
identified the sensation. He was gently stroking Julie’s left nipple as his
palm cupped her heavy breast.
Her faint sigh seemed to roar in his ears and his hand froze. Pressed
against him, he felt Julie shift slightly, and the motion pressed his hand
closer to her shirt, jostling his fingers. He waited a moment, unsure of his
next move, when a warm, sticky mass pressed against the webbing of his thumb.
Julie’s tongue slid agonizingly slowly over his knuckle and between his
first two fingers.
He resumed his inspection of the flannel of her shirt, confirming his
identification. He listened closely to Sara’s breath, feeling along his left
side for wakefullness. She slept heavily, as ever, something they had joked
about. He knew it would take a fire alarm to stir her before the morning light.
He gently squeezed his palm, grasping a fistfull of Julie and kneading it.
Her hips unconsciously shifted as her breath deepened. Her hand closed about
his wrist and pried him from her for a moment. He thought he had overstepped
his bounds and was about to withdraw. His arm was being replaced, though this
time his hand slipped under the soft cotton and he felt her hot skin touch his.
Her breast fairly burned as he stroked it, running his thumb over her swollen
nipple.
Julie rolled back against him and then slid slightly away, lieing on her
back. The move slid her chest beneath him and he met the other coral hill as
the shirt fell away. Still he could see nothing, but in his mind he saw them
laying there, Sara deep in sleep, he embracing both women, and Julie with her
bosom open to the room, growing warm beneath the blankets. After what seemed
several hours, she raised her head and pulled his arm from beneath it, laying
it across her body. Julie shifted the blankets, pulling their top beneath his
arm until it dropped beneath them. His palm lay against her belly, and he
discovered with a smile that Julie was an “outie.” His longest fingers just
crested the ridge of her pubic bone. A whisper of motion and he could feel
the smooth skin beneath the sweats. He drew his arm upwards, his elbow grazing
her warm breasts, and he set about to untie the drawstrings around her waist.
At this odd angle he was clumsy, and his fingernails too short to grasp the
tiny knot. He fumbled quietly for a time, until suddenly his hand was shoved
away. He recognized the tearing of a seam in his ears as she thrust his hand
through the torn waistband and over her mons. Now his fingers felt coarse
ringlets underneath sheer panties, and he scritched lightly in circles at
the top of the hill. With each circle he dipped somewhat lower, until he
was sweeping across the barest hint of a ridge of flesh. He stopped his
advances there, pressing more firmly but always only grazing that spot.
His hand was nestled in a womb of moist, warm air as Julie began
to roll her hips forward with each circle in vain to catch the fingers as
they passed. She was aching, straining for the contact, but was herself
afraid of waking the bed’s third inhabitant. As he circled, he felt
her wetness creep up the crotch to meet his fingers and he relented.
At the top of his next circle he darted under the string which was the
waistband of her panties. Arching his wrist, he lifted the damp cotton
from her and danced his fingers through her hairs. Scratching lightly,
his fingers burrowed inward to her center. Her thighs parted involuntarily
to make room for him, and Julie’s leg stretched over his. He lifted his
left leg over hers in an effort to restrain her motion. As his middle
finger slid wetly over her clitoris she thrust upwards and engulfed him.
He reached inside of her and cupped her as he had her breast, rocking
his palm in slow circles. His fingers were deep inside of her pulsing
walls as he grasped her lips between his knuckles and held firmly.
With the heel of his hand he pressed downwards and fluttered his palm,
sending vibrations through her spine to explode in her brain. She clamped
her teeth on his arm as her thighs clutched at him and she trembled.
Minutes passed as they lay still. Sara stirred, rolling over to her
right. He turned with her, and the motion drew him from her with a soft
smacking sound. As Sara’s arm slid around his waist in her slumber, Julie
curled on her left facing him in the darkness. She drew his hand to her lips
and delicately licked it. She took a finder in her mouth and languidly
rolled her tongue around it, tasting herself. As she nursed quietly on him,
Sara’s hand nestled between his legs as it often did, and was greeted by
a warm splash of fluid as he lost control. Oblivious, Sara slept on, and his
body slowly relaxed. Julie clasped his hand to her now-buttoned shirt, and
he slipped away. He could have sworn he heard the last ember of the fire
wink out, though he might have been mistaken.
April 21st, 2007 — Cheating Wife
Only five more minutes and I was off work! After
being stuck behind the register for 4 hours, I
was ready to get out and have some fun. Debbie
told me to close, so I asked my last customer to
put up my closed sign for me.
This customer was nice! In fact, she was one hell
of a nice looking lady! I’d say she was about 18,
with long blond hair, down past her shoulders. Her
face was beautiful, and her breasts looked firm
and upright, not sagging. She was very slim, with a
nice tan. The only thing she wore was a short pair
of shorts, and a tight skimpy shirt. I felt my
rod begin to grow, just thinking how it would be
to have a roll in the hay with her.
She gave me a nice smile as she began putting her
items on the counter. When she stooped down to
lift her groceries out of the cart, I got a good
view of her gorgeous oranges. How I longed to
lick and massage them! I could almost feel her
nipples between my fingers! (and my rod in her
love tunnel).
After I unloaded her basket and was finished ringing her
through, the total came to $69.69! What a hell
of a number! I blushed as I told her the amount.
She smiled and took out her checkbook, and check
cashing card. Her name was Valery Chernesty,
and she lived in New Brunswick. Her’s was the
only name, and there was no wedding ring, and
considering she looked so young, I figured she
wasn’t married. As I put her bags in the cart,
she asked if she could possibly have someone bring
them to her car. I graciously offered, even though
I was just about to punch out.
Valery drove a 1983 red firebird. Her groceries hardly fit in
the trunk. She thanked me and offered to give me a ride home!
My fantasies began to start, as I dreamily said yes.
We spun out of the parking lot and onto main
street. “You’re an awfully cute guy”, was the
first thing she said as we drove. She didn’t
ask me where I live, but I didn’t care! “You’re
the best looking girl I’ve seen come into
pathmark” is what I said (how corny). ‘How
old are you?’, she asked. ‘I’m 19, and you?’
‘19…do you have a girlfriend?’, Valery asked
as she began massaging the car’s stick shifter
(how odd). ‘No, but I’m looking for one’.
Then came the words I was hoping to hear…’could you
stroke my breasts while I drive?’ (god I couldn’t
believe it!!). My rod immediately began to form
a tent in my pants, as I sat closer to her, with
one hand massaging her breasts, as my other hand
went to her hot ‘n juicy. I unsnapped her shorts
and reached down and began stroking her clit.
She began to moan as we pulled in her driveway.
We practically ran to the house. There was no one
else at home, and she lead me straight to her
bedroom. A queen size water bed awaited us. I
reached for her blouse and pulled it off, while
she unzipped my pants and pulled them down. My
rod sprang free and awaited her attention.
After we stripped, we got on the bed and were
locked in a passionate kiss, with our bodies
tight against each other. Then she turned around
and began sucking my 7 inch cock. Just before
I blew my wad she deep throated me as much as she
could. My semen blasted her throat, but she took
it all down without any trouble. I then laid her
on the bed, and got in the 69 position. I ate her
puss and sucked for what seemed like hours. It
was some of the best tasting juice I ever had.
At the same time she was tonguing my balls and
tantalizing my cock by licking the end of it.
My temperature must have been around 110 degrees!
She almost began to yell as she reached her climax,
and I let loose a second time.
For the next couple minutes, we lay next to each
other as we ran our fingers up and down each
other’s bodies. Her nipples were hard, as I began
sucking them, ever so softly. Before I knew it,
I was on top of her, and made my first entry into
her hot pussy. As my now huge rod slid in and
out of her, she rubbed my back with one hand, and
reached for my balls with the other. I stroked
her for only a few minutes as she again climaxed,
and I shot my wad a third time. This time I was
to pooped to pop any longer. While were laying
next to each other, I heard a car door slam, and
I immediately jumped to get my pants on. The
next thing I heard was the front door open and
close. She looked worried, and told me to climb
out her bedroom window. I did, and gave her one
last kiss before I took off.
This was the first of my experiences with Valery.
And there are more to come!
April 21st, 2007 — One Night Sex Stories
A sigh escaped her as she spread her legs even wider to ease my cock
inside her butthole. So very, very tight. I started to push my hips up
toward her, but she lifted herself up quickly. My cock throbbed at the
sudden removal, and I thought all was lost.
She turned around, shaking her head. Damn it if her tits were still
covered. I let my eyes wander down to her pubic area instead, hoping to
drink in as much as I could before it was over. One hand moved down yet
again, through her short and curlies toward her sex. She stared
disapprovingly at me while she rubbed her clit back and forth. I
couldn’t take my eyes off her cunt. I knew if I spoke, I’d only make
things worse, and some hope within bubbled that maybe she’d give me one
last chance. She did.
Her finger came away wetly from her pussy, and she pursed her lips to
suck it dry. She reached behind her to refasten her bra. I thought it
was lost until she straddled my legs. Her hands pushed against my
shoulders, letting me know my interference wouldn’t be tolerated. She
unstraddled me and began to rub her pelvis against my shirt. She marked
me like some animal, spreading her sex scent all over my clothing.
Those covered tits taunted me, moving up and down and jiggling with her
every motion. Never close enough to my mouth, always out of reach.
She leaned forward to lick the tip of my nose, lowering herself slowly.
Her aim was perfect, and I felt those puffed pussy lips against my cock.
I wanted so much to just thrust up and fuck her until those teasing
white globes bounced free and clear in all their glory. I resisted the
urge as soon as it came. I didn’t have to wait long. She dropped
herself the rest of the way quickly, impaling herself on my shaft. She
had a cunt men dream of - tight, soft and juicy. She grinned at me, and
began to flex her pussy muscles. The sensation was amazing, squeezing
and releasing me within her.
Her hands released my shoulders, but I knew that it wasn’t a freedom.
They moved to cup her breasts, squeezing in time to her pussy flexing.
I watched her, dazed by the feelings this gave me. She started to rock
back and forth, rubbing my cock against her clit. A long sigh came out
of each of our mouths.
The flexing slowed, but I didn’t have time to mourn the loss as she
lifted up off of my rod just to the head. Her hands returned to my
shoulders to keep her balance, then plunged herself down on me once more
deep inside her box. Just as she fully engulfed my cock, she bounced
back up. I felt her flushed labia rub every inch of my manhood on the
way off, then again on the way back down.
Through the pleasure of her bouncing fuck, I felt her unbuttoning my
shirt. Why now? Her nails dragging down my chest served as my answer,
matching the light pain of her scratches to the heady pleasure in my
groin. Through the haze of my ecstasy I heard little whimpering sounds
from deep inside her throat, her chest getting flushed down to the edge
of her tenacious bra.
A quivering overtook her body, but she never let up her full-cock fuck.
In fact, she rode me all the harder through her body-shaking orgasm. I
thought I would never come, with this orgasming body of pure sex not
bringing me over the edge. She refused to accept it, though, rocking
her hips back and forth as she bounced up and down. Those tits began to
come oh-so-close to my face. With a final sigh her orgasm ended, my
cock well-oiled and being rammed like a piston.
Her hands moved up my chest to my neck, then up to hold my head between.
I could tell she wanted me to come - I’ve never been fucked with such
abandon before. It surprised me, too. I’ve never been in the business
of unusual staying power. Perhaps she realized that the best fuck in my
life wasn’t getting me off, giving me an indulgent smile above those
heaving mounds.
Her hands moved away from my chest, and behind her back. I heard the
clip snap, and she shrugged her shoulders to let her bra-straps fall
down her arms on a particularly rough penetration of her cunt. Arms
crossed once more, but not to hide. The smile turned to a grin and she
pulled the bra free.
Oh, the glory of those mounds of white, the sexiness of the erect
nipples reaching forward from the brown areola, the lust of their
bouncing and jiggling in time to our coupling. They filled my sight,
and I drank those beautiful tits like a boy thumbing his first Playboy.
She cupped them like I wanted my own hands to, pinching and tugging the
tips. I felt the pressure build once more, and I knew this was all I
needed.
She pushed her hands roughly back against my shoulders, forcing me
against the couch as she arched her back sharply. Her heavenly curves
thrust upwards, a range made of two snowy mountains. Her fucking
reached a fevered pitch, and I knew she was going to come again as the
first squirt of jism flooded her vaginal canal. She rode me even
harder, if that was possible, moaning as her own climax overtook her.
It didn’t let up until we were both finished, and she gave me a final
squeeze of her inner muscles. With a smile, she said, “Thanks.” She
lifted herself off of me, with a soft squelching noise. Winking, she
picked up her clothing and got dressed, apparently not caring about our
mixture of juices between her legs.
She walked toward the door, and I could only watch her with heavy
breathing. A business card flicked out and landed on the table next to
my door. Without another word, she left my room.
April 21st, 2007 — One Night Sex Stories
Confident that I wasn’t going to try to interfere again, she pulled by
clothing further down my legs to my ankles and pushed my legs further
apart. Her free hand slid between my legs, and under my cock and going
further. She massaged the soft flesh on her way under my ass. Perhaps
it wasn’t such a surprise when her finger began to rub my anus in time
to her oral ministrations. The hand stroking my shaft pushed against my
pelvis as her mouth took over the job of working the length of my
manhood.
I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, and when she pushed her finger into
my ass, I felt the pressure building. I couldn’t stop from growling low
in my throat as she took more and more of my cock into her mouth faster
and faster. She was enjoying this, swallowing more dick as she shoved
her finger up my rear, then pulling both out just as quickly. And still
I tried to see her tits falling free, with no luck. The strain was too
much, and I began to spurt into her greedy mouth. She sucked with all
her might, drinking my come as she finger-fucked my ass with abandon. I
was groaning loudly, my voice echoing back to me from the walls. Damn,
she was good. She kept sucking, stroking and ass-fingering long after I
had finished coming.
Finally, she stopped. She kept my softening cock in her mouth, gently
playing with it with her tongue. She toyed with it for a long while,
letting me recover by breath as she softly sucked and caressed. I felt
myself growing hard again.
I thought she would suck me off again, but as my hardness grew, she let
it fall out of her mouth with a parting lick to the tip. She sat up,
and damn it if her bra still refused to show me even a hint of nipple.
She raised her eyebrows, watching my face again. I watched her tongue
run over her full pink lips. And then she stood and turned around.
It nearly drove me insane to see her bare back, no bra hindering my
view. She looked over her shoulder at me and moved her hands to her
hips. Those hands moved so slowly, rolling her panties down to expose
her rounded ass. She leaned forward with arched back as the damp
underwear fell to the ground. Her ass was so perfect, a pair of white
moons staring me in the face. I could only admire this rounded sign of
divinity for so long, as my eyes were drawn between them. Her juices
glistened on the sweetest pair of pussy lips I had ever laid eyes on.
She leaned forward even more, thrusting her womanhood back toward me
with legs spread.
I wanted so badly to dive my face into that jar of honey, but I knew
she wouldn’t go any further if I disobeyed her command. I could only
watch as one arm held her bra against her chest and the other emerged
between her legs from the other side. Her fingers rubbed along her
labia, spreading them wide and letting me see the bright pink secrets
within. Inside went her middle finger to the second knuckle, then
pulled out again before repeating. A poor second to my cock, I thought,
but at least it was allowed within that tight hole.
She masturbated for what felt like hours, though I know it could be
minutes at most. That cunt almost shone with the juices that coated it.
She took her finger out, and massaged her sex to spread the lubrication
all over and inside her thighs. I needed so badly to be inside her
again, I could feel pre-come beading on the tip of my cock. She must
have sensed it, because she stepped backwards and sat down on the edge
of my thighs.
Her soft and smooth ass was a contrast to the hair on my legs as it
slid backwards along my thighs and against my dick. Her arms crossed
over her chest, determined not to let me see those tits. But that
thought was fleeting as she began rubbing her round butt against me.
Man, I wanted to be inside her so badly. She lifted herself up over my
cock. Did she aim incorrectly or not? I don’t know, but my head pushed
against the tighter of her two holes. I hadn’t expected an ass-fuck
from her, but I sure wasn’t going to complain.
April 21st, 2007 — One Night Sex Stories
I didn’t think she could arch her back any further while standing, but
I was wrong. Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off,
exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin. She
was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls. With a
zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to
the floor.
She took a step forward, and I shifted in my seat. Seeing her in only
high heels, bra and panties was making my underwear uncomfortable. Her
fingers traced lightly along her white flesh, exploring her body like a
virgin in the throes of puberty. Palms cupped over her breasts, before
one hand moved down her tummy. She still refused to look away from me
as her hand slid under the edge of her panties. Slowly she bent her
knees a little, spreading her legs. I could see her index finger slide
up and down between them. She bit her lower lip.
It took all of my self-control not to get up and fuck her right there,
but I followed her instructions to stay put. Her other hand was
massaging her left tit through the satin, while she diddled away beneath
her panties. The fabric of her underwear was darkening from her juices.
She kept up for a long while, driving me nuts. I could hear her breath
coming labored as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra.
It didn’t fall off her chest, though. Smiling, she stopped fingering
her slit and stepped forward, close enough for me to touch. Knowing my
temptation, she wagged the naughty finger in front of me, the light
playing off the sheen of her natural lubrication. She threw me a bone,
however, and pressed the finger against my lips, then between them. I
licked the tip of that finger, savoring the sweet taste with eyes
closed. Just as quickly, it was gone and she had straightened.
Belatedly, I realized I had missed my chance to peek underneath that
loose pair of satin cups.
My wait wasn’t long, because she knelt down in front of me, pushing my
legs apart. Her hands rubbed roughly against my legs moving up from my
knees toward my waist. It was all I could do not to come right then.
Hands moved to the zipper of my slacks, yanking it down. She tugged
hard, and my cock came free of clothing as they were pulled down to
mid-thigh. I guess she didn’t mind I lifted my hips to help. Her smile
then was the broadest yet, as I looked down past it toward those
protruding globes. Oh, the agony of just small coverings of fabric.
She didn’t waste much time, and I felt her sticky finger on the tip of
my rod before the rest of her naughty companions wrapped around the
shaft. The hand worked down me, pulling the foreskin tight. And then,
the sweet kiss of those lips. She took the head into her mouth, laving
it with her tongue. The sucking began, and I thought I was going to
pass out in ecstasy. Suck and release, suck and release - timed to long
strokes up and down my shaft. I moved my hand to hold her head, and she
slapped it down. Teeth pressed against by dick, and I learned my lesson
quickly.
April 21st, 2007 — One Night Sex Stories
I was never one for drinking on a business trip, but after ten hours of
listening to the benefits of extruded plastic, I needed to unwind. The
convention hotel had a bar on the bottom floor. It was one of those
places that are built for drinking and meeting, not for any kind of view
or gimmick menus.
It wasn’t full of people yet, but it wasn’t exactly empty. I found
myself a place at the bar, ordered myself something watered down and
settled down for an hour of no brain activity.
That’s probably why I almost fell off the stool, startled, when she
asked me what I was drinking.
I turned around with a small smile in the voice’s direction, growing a
little as I took her in. Man, she was gorgeous. The classical
hourglass form covered in a smart skirt suit, her brown hair clasped in
a bun on the top. Eyes you could stare into for hours. I felt myself
doing just that, self-conscious as she waited for my answer. I told her
what I had, and she ordered the same from the bartender.
I’m not ugly, but neither am I a ‘hunk’. It felt good having a woman
approach me in a bar. We talked about plastics, laughed together about
the foibles of some of the presenters, and shared trivialities. I
glanced at the clock. It was two hours since I walked in, and it felt
like two minutes. But tomorrow’s day was going to be another long one.
I finished off my drink, and smiled apologetically in preparation to
make my departure. Instead, she said she had some samples she wanted me
to look over, and wouldn’t it be quieter somewhere else - my room,
perhaps?
Yeah right. Like I was going to say no.
I paid both of our bar tabs and led the way back to the elevators and
my room. One good thing about my company, they’re willing to spring for
comfort. I had a small suite all to myself, a sitting room branched off
the bedroom. I let her in, and mixed up something light at the wet bar
after dropping my tie and jacket on the bed.
About that time, I realized that she hadn’t brought anything up with
her besides her purse. So much for looking at samples. We talked some
more, about nothing in particular, and we moved into the sitting room.
Placing her drink on the table, she looked at me for a long time with a
sly smile, not talking. I wasn’t sure what she had in mind, but I
didn’t have to wait long to find out.
She sat me down on the couch, telling me to not move unless she moved
me or told me to. Not sure where this was leading, I said I would.
With a coy smile, she moved away from me.
She stood before me in a skirt suit and silk blouse with a sultry look
on her face. Her hands went to the buttons on her jacket, and slowly
unbuttoned them one by one. She never once took her eyes from my face.
I remained where I was sitting on the couch.
She pulled the jacket open as she arched her back. The jacket slid off
her shoulders and to the ground as her chest pushed forward. Hands
reached up to unfasten her bun, and with a slow head shake freed her
long brown hair. The clasp joined her jacket. Not one word was spoken
as she tugged the blouse out of her skirt.
April 21st, 2007 — One Night Sex Stories
He lay down beside her and started nuzzling her neck, but her
mind was still on the letter.
“Are you hungry?” she asked.
“Yes, a bit.”
“Would you get me something? I’m famished.”
“I’m not surprised. That was really something this morning.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I certainly did. But right now
I really need a coffee and a bacon sandwich.”
“Certainly. What madam wants madam shall have.” He leant over and
kissed her full on the lips, then left the room.
To her relief, he left his jacket. She hesitated for a moment,
then swiftly pulled out the envelope. Surely it would offer some
clue to Jaspar’s identity. Unfolding the thick creamy paper, she
read.
Dear Jaspar,
Thank you for your postcard. Byron Bay sounds like an
interesting place but I fear that the drugs that you are smoking
have addled your brain. Unfortunately, I must decline your
request to lend you ten thousand pounds. I can’t imagine what
you need it for. Surely you haven’t spent your inheritance
already? If you have squandered your father’s money within six
months you have only yourself to blame. May I suggest that you
get yourself a job? I hope that the prospect of working will not
prove to be too much of a shock to the system.
John
That Jaspar had money worries came as no surprise to Chloe, but
what really interested her about the letter was the fact that
Jaspar’s uncle worked at this firm. To her great shame, she had
not yet managed to secure a position, although a small firm in
Oxford had asked her to contact them when she returned. She
would have to start the long climb to the top from there.
Folding the letter, she carefully slid it back into the envelope,
placed it in the jacket and waited for Jaspar to return.
That evening, after spending the day together, they lay on the
beach, looking up at the stars. She could sense that Jaspar’s
mind was full of his own problems but she didn’t want to pry. She
wanted to keep things casual. Soon they would go their separate
ways, and she sensed that getting involved with Jaspar could only
spell trouble.
She was lying across his chest as he lay sprawled out on the
white sand, running his fingers through her hair.
“I’ll have to be going tomorrow.”
“Where to?”
“I can’t really say.”
“What’s the big secret?” He continued to run his fingers along
her scalp, but then abruptly he yanked a lock of her hair. “Ow!”
He continued to tug at her hair so she shook him free, and sat
up. “What the hell was that for?”
“For being nosey.”
“Are you crazy?” She rubbed her head. Suddenly she was glad that
he was leaving. He was definitely a little unhinged. “I only
asked.”
“I’ll ask the questions if you don’t mind.”
There was an awkward silence.
“What do you do back in England?”
“I’ve just finished law school. When I get back I need to find a
job as a trainee solicitor.”
“Nothing lined up?”
“Nothing worth talking about,” she said sulkily.
He became silent. Chloe turned and looked down at him
quizzically.
“What is it?”
“Nothing. I was just thinking.” He took another moment to
process a thought. “I know someone who works at Clancy and
Durham, my uncle.”
“Really!” she said with commendable deceit. “They’re in a league
of their own.”
“Yeah? He’s the big boss man. Heads the Corporate Litigation
Department. How about I put in a good word for you?”
“Oh, I don’t know if I’d fit in at a place like that,” she said,
turning away. Now that the possibility of getting a job there
had suddenly presented itself she started to feel anxious. Would
she fit in?
“Don’t sell yourself short.”
“Well, I don’t know, they’ve probably filled all the trainee
solicitors positions by now, but I’d be happy to start as a
paralegal.”
“Well, I’ll see what I can do. My sister Felicity works there as
a paralegal. She’s been there for a year now. But like you,
she’s desperate to become a solicitor.”
“If you’re sure you don’t mind. That would be great.”
“No problem. I’ll phone him as soon as it’s nine am in London.”
She buried her head in his neck, murmuring, “Thank you Jaspar,
thank you.”
A wave of optimism flooded through her. Suddenly all her doubts
left her. She would make it as a solicitor, that she was sure of.
April 21st, 2007 — One Night Sex Stories
“Oh, you bastard,” she said, in mock anger. She no longer cared
how she had got here, only that she was here on the verge of him
taking her. She moved her legs so that they hooked over his
shoulders. With a jolt he entered her fully, with such force
that her breasts quivered. She cried out at the ferocity of his
entrance. It felt good to be filled up so completely. With
every thrust he drove into her lubricated tunnel, the head of his
cock hitting the neck of her womb. She looked up at him. His
eyes were closed, perspiration forming on his forehead, as he
ploughed into her. Ripples of pleasure coursed through her as
she spasmed around his bone-hard cock. The waves of her climax
continued to run through her as he jerked inside her, still
pounding her, letting out a loud cry as she felt him ejaculate
deep within her.
Afterwards she felt a warm glow settle on her body as she lay
face down on the bed. The sun was still streaming through the
window. She should get up, but not just yet. She could sense
that he was becoming restless beside her. He started to slip on
some shorts and a T-shirt. Was he trying to run out on her
already? she thought apprehensively.
“Where are you going?”
“Don’t worry. I’m just off to try and find the toilet.”
When he left she lazily rolled over onto her back. She needed to
know something about him. If there really were some people
following him, might she also be in danger? Suddenly a pale shape
registered at the edge of her vision. Rolling onto one side she
propped herself up on her elbow to get a better look at what had
caught her eye. She could just make out the tip of an envelope
protruding from his jacket pocket. She guessed that she had been
too hungover to notice it earlier. She was not in the habit of
reading other people’s letters, but its lure was too powerful to
resist.
She got out of bed and pulled it out, rationalizing that it was
her only means of getting some answers.
The back of the envelope had deeply embossed letters spelling out
Clancy and Durham, a name far from unfamiliar to her. Clancy and
Durham were in a league of their own, one of the most reputable
law firms in London. A firm that was completely out of her
reach, she thought with some bitterness. She had worked hard at
university, harder than many of her colleagues. She had applied
to many firms but had pinned her hopes on getting a contract at
one of the big ones in the City. So far she had been
unsuccessful. Knowing that the competition for these places was
very fierce was no compensation.
She held the envelope in her hand, wondering whether she had the
courage to draw out its contents.
She heard his footsteps return, and as he turned the handle she
quickly stuffed the envelope back into his pocket and just made
it back into the bed as he entered the room.
April 21st, 2007 — One Night Sex Stories
“Oh, you do exaggerate, Chloe. A few beers, a couple of
whiskies. You were perfectly lucid.”
While they were talking he had edged himself forward on the bed,
so that again she could feel his erect cock brushing against her
pubic hair. His body emanated heat, a heat that was causing
thoughts to swirl and collide in her head. She was confused and
unsure what to believe about him. He was dangerous, she sensed
that, but he was also a puzzle that Chloe was determined to get
to the bottom of. If only she could recall the night’s events
more fully.
She swept her long blonde hair away from her forehead, which was
damp with perspiration, the movement causing the sheet to fall
away revealing her full breasts, tanned to a golden brown and
scattered with freckles in the hollow between them. She reached
down to pull up the sheet but he gently pushed it away again.
“I just can’t remember. What did we do exactly?” she murmured.
His gaze had moved from her large gray-green eyes, skimming over
her delicate nose, her mouth with its full lower lip and had
finally come to rest on her breasts, scrutinizing her nipples
which tingled and hardened under his gaze.
“When I see those the memories come flooding back to me.” He
paused as if chewing over a thought. “Look, why waste time with
me giving you a detailed account of what happened last night.”
“Well, what do you suggest?” she asked coquettishly.
“Well, how about I show you?”
She started to laugh. It was a very tempting offer. “I just
don’t know if it would be….”
“What? Appropriate? You’re an English girl a million miles away
from home. Who’s going to know what you get up to?”
She relaxed. He was right of course. This was her last taste of
freedom before settling down to her career. And since they had
done it last night, it seemed churlish to object now. Anyway,
she had always found that sex in the morning cured a hangover.
All her objections melted away as she felt her nipple slip into
his mouth. His stubble rubbed against the areole, its
abrasiveness strangely arousing as he sucked hard on her erect
nipple. With his hand he rolled the other nipple between his
fingers, sending sharp arrows of pleasure across her breasts.
Then he took it in his mouth, moving his tongue back and forth
across its sensitive tip, causing Chloe to moan with the almost
unbearable pleasure. Then he started attacking her breasts with
small bites, as Chloe arched her back, surprised but enjoying his
forceful handling of the situation.
She hadn’t experienced such driven male energy in a long time. He
was stoked up, and his fiery passion bubbled under the surface,
desperate for release. Her pussy grew hot as the juices began to
flow. His mouth moved down her body, slowly, tantalizingly
biting the taut flesh of her stomach and moving down, inch by
inch to the wispy blonde hair that covered her mound.
Instinctively her thighs opened, ready for him. He paused for a
moment and she felt a flutter of self-consciousness as she
thought of him scrutinizing her pussy. He pulled back her labia
and began to lick back and forth along the opening, drinking in
her musky juices. Every time his tongue reached the top of her
slit it brushed casually across her clit, creating rampant pulses
of pleasure.
Finally, his tongue settled on the swollen bud, dragging it
gently from side to side. She gasped in delight as he abruptly
entered her with his two fingers, driving her back on the bed as
she squirmed against his hand. As he thrust his fingers deep
within her tight tunnel while continuing to torment her clit she
began to buck against his mouth, so urgent was her need for
release from this build up of exquisite pleasure. She reached
her climax gradually, one peak of pleasure more heightened than
the last until finally she felt herself flung into darkness,
spasming wildly while cross-currents of pleasure coursed from
deep within her with an intensity that she had never experienced
before.
As she lay panting, he kissed her hard, his tongue probing for
hers, tasting herself on his tongue. His stubble was rubbing
against the sensitized skin around her mouth, stoking up the heat
between them a further notch. Pulling away from him she slid
down his hard body to his cock that had so delightfully awoken
her that morning. As he lay on his back she gazed down at it,
then reached to touch it. It was impressive in length and girth.
At that moment she felt an urgent stirring within her pussy.
After the impressive way he had made her climax with his hand she
felt sure he would be equally talented when he fucked her. She
took the head in her mouth while sheathing his foreskin back and
forth. Circling the shaft tightly with her hand to prevent the
whole of its impressive length from entering, she took more of it
into her mouth, moving deliciously along its length and tasting
the stirrings of his arousal, which was leaking from the tip.
She was lost in her sensual activity when he pushed her gently
away so that she was now on her back, her hair wildly tangled
around her flushed face. He eased himself on top of her, and,
holding her thighs wide open, began to push his cock into her
entrance. He moved back and forth, at first with very shallow
thrusts of his cock until she again began to moan and grab at his
shoulders, wanting him deeper inside her. He stopped for a
moment, bent down to her ear and whispered.
“Shall I let you into a little secret? We didn’t do anything
last night. I remember everything perfectly. I wanted to, but
you just passed out on the bed. So I had to store up all my
energy until now, our first time. But it was certainly worth
it!”
He started to butt his cock into her vagina, a little deeper this
time.
April 21st, 2007 — One Night Sex Stories
Chloe awoke. There was someone in bed with her. She blinked her
eyes against the piercing sunlight that was flooding the room.
The realization struck her that something hard was pressing
between the cheeks of her bare bottom. It continued to probe.
Chloe gasped; no mistaking what it was; and it was causing
exquisite sensations.
She scanned the room for clues to his identity and took in her
discarded clothes along with an unfamiliar denim jacket. Her head
pounded with the after effects of too much drink. In her dreamy,
hungover state she felt the stirrings of arousal. Something was
holding her back from doing the sensible thing, to turn round and
discover his identity. Behind her she heard the steady breathing
of a man who was still asleep. That would buy her some time until
she decided what to do.
While waiting for the stranger to awaken she pieced together
yesterday’s memories. Since finishing law school two months ago
she had been touring around Australia. She had taken the ten-hour
bus journey yesterday, from Sydney to Byron Bay, the notorious
hippy resort on the east coast. Yes, she remembered now, getting
off the bus in the evening. Sweaty and tired she had made her way
to the nearest bar. And then? Images floated into focus, it was
coming back to her, gradually now. Her eyes felt dry and she was
in dire need of a coffee. She had met a man, an English man, they
had had several drinks. He had been amusing, with a dry sense of
humor. And then? Had they made love? Chloe had not the faintest
recollection of that occurring. With a sense of dread she hoped
that they had not. It was not something she was in the habit of
doing, sleeping with strange men the first night she met them.
His cock was still pressing into her, lower now, just skimming
over her labia. She bit her lip as a little tremor ran through
her. It was this pleasant pressure, she realized, that was
making her reluctant to turn to face him. An image was forming
in her mind, of the man she had spent the evening with, handsome,
with dark hair. A snatch of conversation floated into her mind.
“They’re after me, I know it.” he’d said. “They’ve followed me
from London. I chose this place because it’s completely off the
beaten track, just surfers and new agers, and still they find
me.” She must have looked puzzled because he had continued. “I
saw the two of them, waiting for me outside my hotel in a car.
Now, everywhere I look I see them. They’re tailing me. Guess
it’s time to move on.”
She tried to make sense of it all as she stared at the blank,
functional walls of the room. She could hear the splash of the
swimming pool beyond the window. She barely remembered booking
herself into this place, which from the look of it was a youth
hostel.
Behind her he started to murmur, beginning the slow journey from
sleep to consciousness. Reluctantly, she turned towards him. He
was lying with his head along one luxuriously outstretched arm.
Her eyes took in the curve of his biceps, then ran down to his
bronzed chest, firmly muscled, broad and hairless and very
provocative. It was an enormous relief to find that he was so
good looking.
Her anxiety now dissolved, she desperately wanted to touch him.
When he opened his eyes she was lying only centimeters away. They
were a clear, piercing blue, fringed with black lashes. Blinking,
he focused on her. He rubbed his square chin, covered in
stubble, and smiled.
“Who on earth are you?” He spoke in an immaculate English accent.
She pulled the sheet up, the fact that she was completely naked
with a strange man, suddenly making her blush.
“I’m Chloe.”
He propped himself up on one arm. “Oh, right. I’m Jaspar.” He
fixed her with a direct stare, which made her feel as if she had
something to feel guilty about. “And could you tell me how we
happen to be sharing this bed?”
“No. I was hoping you could tell me.” She paused, lowering her
eyelids, then meeting his gaze again. “Did we?”
“Did we what?” There was a trace of humor in his voice.
“Well, you know, have….”
“Spit it out!”
“Sex!” she blurted.
Falling back onto the pillow, his chest shuddered with laughter.
“Well, that is nice! I took you to heaven and back, ooh, two or
three times. And you tell me you can’t remember any of it?”
“Well, I do remember meeting you, and getting horrendously
pissed.”