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We undressed each other, and I finally got to touch his stiff cock. He fondled my breasts, then began kissing his way down to my pussy. While his hands gently caressed my hips and ass, his lips and tongue worked on my thighs and mons, moving slowly toward my inner lips. Finally, his tongue opened me, and he began to lick my pussy. I spread my legs farther, offering my entire pussy to his mouth. I never feel so beautiful as when a man’s face is between my legs.

Fred swallowed all the cum I had to offer him. I couldn’t stop moaning as his tongue ventured farther and farther into me.

He started licking my hard little clit with his agile tongue. He did this rapidly, but ever so gently. As he worked on me, my thoughts wandered to the night before last, when my husband ate me out for an hour. Fred brought me to the brink several times, but eased off, allowing the sexual tension to build. By then I was pleading for him to make me cum. His hands were under my ass, and I was humping his face furiously, but he kept on gently licking my clit, sending me higher and higher. Everyone in the building must have heard me crying out when the glorious orgasm finally made my body tremble.

Fred was on top of me in an instant. With one thrust he was all the way in. It was simply heavenly! He was close to cumming almost right away. I didn’t mind because I knew he’d be able to get it up again within minutes. I love young men! He started grunting and groaning, as his cum spurted into me.

All my other infidelities have been brief;usually just one-time encounters. Now it looks as though I’ll have Fred for my regular lover.

I was seduced yesterday, and I just have to tell someone about it! His name is Fred. We work together.I am thirty-six and married, with two children. Fred is twenty-three, single, and a real dreamboat, with wavy brown hair, big blue eyes and a well-shaped, muscular body. We have been flirting ever since he started working with me about four months ago.

We’ve been having lunch together nearly every day for a couple of weeks. Yesterday we got our day’s work done early. Over lunch he asked me if I would like to join him in his apartment for a drink. After we arrived at his place, I excused myself to the bathroom while he made the drinks. While inside the bathroom I slipped out of my panties and sprayed perfume on the insides of my thighs.

We sat close to each other on the couch and sipped our drinks. We chatted while sipping, but mostly we just stared nervously into each other’s eyes. He knew that I loved my husband, but he also knew that I was incredibly turned on by him. His face was full of desire and this made me even more aroused. Thoughts of adultery fluttered through my brain. My expression must have told him that I’d soon be his, because as soon as I finished my drink, he leaned over and kissed me. I responded eagerly with my tongue, and we began touching each other.

Fred slipped his hand under my dress. I gently parted my legs so he could get at me. When he found that I was wearing nothing underneath, he moaned. His finger slipped inside my pussy, and I let out a soft whimper. Soon he had my blouse undone and his hot lips were on my neck and shoulders. I told him I wanted to do it in the bedroom, and he picked me up in his arms. On the way inside, I whispered in his ear that I wanted him to eat my pussy before he fucked me. I tingled from my belly to my knees when he replied that ever since he had met me he’d wondered what I tasted like.

Anna is a very beautiful woman.  She is tall, blonde, and tans to

a gorgeous golden hue.

I’ve worked with her on a project for quite some time and have had

fantasies about her from the start.  I feel an attraction to her

every time that I see her.

I’d noticed her looking at me at times when we’ve worked together

but neither one of us have voiced anything.  She knows that I’m

married and I’ve been too frightened to say anything since I know

that not only is she married, but I could be very wrong about the

way that I’ve interpreted her looks.

There have been many times though that I have longed to kiss the

back of her neck as she leaned forward while we worked at the

computer.  She has very sensuous shoulders and neck.

Anna’s husband is on the road most of the time trying to land more

capital investors for his company.  Anna hints at her loneliness at

these times, and we often work late on the days when her husband

is out of town.

My wife was in New York on a business trip and Anna’s husband was

out as usual.  It was in early evening and I was totally lost in

gazing at her pretty neck and profile when I realized that she was

staring at me over her shoulder.  She had just asked me a question

three times without a response.  She noticed me turning red with

embarassment and started to turn red also as she realized what I had

been daydreaming about.

I apologized and stood up to leave as she turned toward me to say

something.  She froze staring at my crotch where my hard on was

showing.  My whole body felt on fire as I looked down at her, her

red lips were glistening in the light and her eyes seemed to be

deep blue pools.  I moaned another apology and started to leave

when she reached forward to feel my cock.

She quickly undid my belt and pulled down my zipper.  One half of

my mind was saying that I should get out now, and the other half

said to grab the back of her head.  My hands reacted before my

feet and I pulled her head toward my cock.  Anna opened her mouth

to lick the head of my cock sticking above the waist of my shorts. 

I almost burst as the tip of her tongue flicked around the underside

of the crown of my dick while her hands squeezed and tickled my balls

through the material.

I kicked off my shoes and stepped out my pants as Anna slid my

shorts down.  She closed her mouth around my cock and gently started

to suck as her head bobbed forward.  I still couldn’t believe that

this was happening but took advantage of the opportunity to run my hands

over her shoulders that I so admired.  I reached below her chin to start

undoing the buttons of her dress as my hips continued to rock into her.

She shrugged out of her sleeves causing her breasts to bounce teasingly

within her bra.  Her tanned shoulders and tits were a stark contrast

against the whiteness of her bra. 

Anna pushed me back into my chair as she knelt, never taking her mouth

off my cock.  She took off her bra so that the upper half of her body

was nude.  I was enthralled by this tanned beauty kneeling between my

legs and I noticed that she didn’t have any tan lines.

Anna stopped sucking and slid her tongue up my stomach as she crawled

forward.  She teased my cock with her nipples, running the nipples up

the length of my cock.  She licked my nipples then slid back down so

that my cock was between her tits.  She pushed them together and

started to jack me off with her golden tits as she tongued my torso.

When she could feel me getting ready to cum, she quickly slid down

to take me back into her mouth.  Her mouth was so hot that I could

not hold back and started to shoot into her sucking mouth as my

hands pinned her head to my crotch. 

She leaned back after her performance her tits bounced and were

glistening with my pre-cum.  I picked her up by the waist and put her

back in her chair while I started to lick her clean.  I started at her

belly button, licking upwards until her breasts were clean.  Her

hands locked behind my head when I sucked and teased her nipples.

I pulled up to her mouth and we kissed for the first time.  I could

taste myself on her tongue and started to get hard again.

I slid back down her body while I pushed her dress past her hips.

I started to kiss her mound as she raised her hips to allow the dress

and her pantyhose to slide to the ground.  She parted her long

legs and placed her heels on my back pulling me toward her pussy.

I tongued the inside of her thighs, running the tip close to the goal

but stopping short and repeating the motion on her other thigh while

my fingers were caressing her ass, stomach, and the backs of her legs.

She leaned forward to grab my hair, causing her breasts to push forward

in an awesome fashion.  I had little choice but to start kissing her

pussy.  I would lightly run my tongue along her lips up to her clit

causing her to moan and try to pin my head.  I kept this up until

her legs started to shake.  I then separated her lips with my fingers

and dipped my tongue into her dripping pussy.  She cried out as she

thrust upward trying to fuck my tongue.  I held on to her ass as

her body slid forward on the chair.  Anna had her knees spread wide and

up to her chest as her hands held my hair.  I started to fuck her with

my tongue, pushing it in as far as I could as my nose ran into her

clit.  Anna was starting to moan loudly, her head was thrown back as

she tried to shove her hips to me.  I slid my tongue down and licked

her anus getting a loud shriek and I repeated my motion, shoving it

up past her ring.  I moved back up to her clit and back down to her

ass as she was crying out.  Anna grabbed the back of her knees pulling

them wide to give me even better access as her face was dark with her

impending orgasm.  She cried out and her pussy spasmed around my tongue

she came.

I continued running my tongue in and out of her pussy, then moved down

to start fucking her ass with my tongue.  Anna immediately spasmed into

another orgasm, her ass was squeezing my tongue with the contractions.

Anna sat up, her body damp with perspiration, and slid her pussy down

my chest until she engulfed my cock.  She started licking around my

mouth and sucking on my tongue as she tasted herself.  She started

fucking me wildly, her tits pinned against my chest, and I was caught

up in her wildness.  All I could think of was the lushness of her

body moving around me.  Anna wrapped her legs around my waist and

I laid her onto her back as I continued to fuck her.  I was driving

into her with complete abandon when I felt her start to cum again.

Anna grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me into her as she lifted

her head to suck on my nipples.  I started fucking her harder as I

could feel my balls contract.  I was moaning loudly as she whimpered

against my chest.  I looked down to see those beautiful shoulders

below me and her tits jiggling as her mouth moved to my other nipple

and I burst deep into her with a yell.  Anna’s pussy just kept

contracting around my cock as she came with me. 

We collapsed to the floor, and we kissed lovingly while we tried to

catch our breath.  I raised myself up on to one elbow as I continued

caressing her.  Anna’s beauty seemed to glow.

As we got dressed, I asked Anna about her lack of tan lines.  She

smiled and said that I would just have to find out some time.

The next morning I called her apartment on some business pretext and

she asked me if we could work at her place that day.  I felt a tug

in my groin as I agreed.

I was pretty breathless when I knocked on her door, wondering if I

would get an encore performance.  Anna opened the door and let me

in.  She was wearing a string bikini and had her hair done up in a long

single braid.  I followed her out to her patio getting hard as I looked

at her gorgeous ass rocking before me.

Anna sat down on a blanket in the sun and took her bikini off.  I

gasped at her breasts shining in the sunlight as she applied oil

to them, fondling her nipples until they hardened.  She then applied

oil to her stomach and ran her fingers through her pubic hair as parted

her legs.  I could see her pink as her fingers massaged her pussy.

Anna smiled at me and said that I looked over-dressed.  I stripped and

knelt down next to her. 

Anna rolled on to her stomach and asked if I would oil her back.  I

massaged the oil into her shoulders as I nibbled at her earlobes and

kissed the nape of her neck.  I oiled down her back until I got to her

ass.  I moved down to her feet, massaging them carefully, then sucking

on each of her toes.  Anna started to squirm at this attention and slid

one of her hands to her pussy, playing with her clit with her thumb while

she pushed two fingers into herself.  I started oiling up her legs,

kneeling between them, mesmerized by her plunging fingers.  Anna’s

knees slid farther out as her butt lifted into the air as she got more

excited.  Her ass was open to me and I started to massage oil into her

asscheeks as I bent down to tongue her pussy around her fingers.  I slid

my tongue up the crack of her ass and pushed it into her anus.  Anna

cried out, thrusting her ass at my face, trying to get more penetration.

I pulled back and put some oil into her hole, pushing my finger into

her ass.  Anna’s was masturbating faster now and her face was flushed

as she bit her lower lip and moaned.  I got two fingers into her ass

as I tried to steady her slick body.  I got so excited with the sight,

sound, and scent of her, glistening in the sunlight that I got up on

my knees and put my turgid cock at the opening of her asshole.  I nudged

in carefully to see what response I would get.  Anna groaned and pushed

back with her shining ass and the head of my cock was engulfed in her

heat.  Damn she was so tight but the oil let me slide in easily.

I started to slowly pump into her butt as she continued fucking herself

with her fingers.  She came with a loud cry while she kept squeezing

her ass around my cock, trying to milk me.  I grabbed her braid and

pulled her up to her knees as I started to fuck her ass a little quicker. 

I was in heaven, her golden body beneath me, my cock between her nether

cheeks.  I couldn’t believe the sight and started to hammer into her ass

causing her cheeks to jiggle with the impact and her breasts to dance

back and forth.  Anna braced herself on her elbows as she pushed back

toward me, meeting my thrusts.  Her mouth was open as she gasped for

air, tits swinging rhythmically, as she approached another orgasm.

Anna’s body started to spasm sending electricity through my balls.  I

gripped her hips with both hands and started to thrust into her, my

hips slapping into her ass as I came, shooting deep into her ass as

she cried out in another orgasm.  Anna’s arms collapsed and I kept

pumping into her as her tits spread to the sides of her chest.

I collapsed onto her back and slid my hands under her to squeeze her

tits as I nipped the nape of her neck.  Anna rolled back so that we

were on our sides.  She craned her neck so that we could kiss as I

continued playing with her nipples.  My cock was still in her ass and

Anna was squeezing me, trying to keep me hard.  She bent forward so

that she could reach my balls and started massaging them.  I kept on

moving in her and felt myself start to get hard again.  I couldn’t

believe the treatment I was receiving.  I concentrated and felt my

cock start to spread her ass again.  I continued rocking her as she

massaged my balls.  As I got more excited, I roughly pushed her back

on to her face and started to fuck as hard as I could.  She felt so

hot and tight as I slammed into her.  Anna was grunting with each

thrust as I gripped her shoulders.  She braced her hands in front of

her to keep from sliding too much because of the anal assault.  I felt

my balls seize up and I shot another load into her, crying out at the

pleasure and pain of the release.

I pulled out of her ass and collapsed next to her.  Anna started to

kiss me in a frenzy as she massaged her pussy on my thigh.  I slid

my hand down her flat belly until I could massage her clit, causing

her to bite my lip as she came.  Her whole body was shaking as I held

her.

We took a shower together to clean up and cool off.  I gently soaped

in her ass as I cleaned her.  Anna knelt down after she cleaned my

cock and sucked me into her mouth.  As I started to cum she pulled

back and let my cum shoot over her face and on to her tits as she

jerked me off.  She pulled me back into her mouth and sucked me

until I quit spurting.  She grinned and said that she always wondered

what it was like to have someone cum on her face.  I knelt down and

started to lick the cum off of her cheeks and breasts.

We cuddled on her couch for the rest of the morning, relishing in

our nakedness.  We had lunch together and experimented with food

on each other and ended up fucking on the dining room table.

We were caressing each other when her phone rang.  Anna’s eyes widened

as she said hello to her husband.  She did a good job of keeping her

voice natural until I started playing with her clit.  She was wet

already as I leaned her over the back of the couch, licking her

pussy and ass as she listened on the phone.  She gasped as I shoved

my cock into her ass and had to cover up by saying that she had

dropped something on her foot.  Anna was really hot and started to

rock back into me as I doubled her pleasure by reaching under and

playing with her clit.  She was gasping on the phone saying that

she loved him as she her legs started to shake.  She said her good-byes

and come-home-soons and hung up the phone as she collapsed with a

screaming orgasm.  Sweat was pouring off of her as she told me to

fuck her ass.  She kept on cumming as I pounded into her.  Anna’s

beautiful ass and excitement sent me over the edge as I shot into

her again, burying myself to the hilt, twisting my hips to get

maximum penetration and sensation.

We collapsed on the couch and Anna locked her mouth on mine, her

tongue nearly reaching my throat as her body shakes slowly subsided.

When she could talk again, she told me that she had never felt so

wicked or excited in her life.  She said hearing her husband’s voice

while I was in her ass was so exciting that she was getting hot just

thinking about it.

I once went to a conference in another part of the country.  I met many people

who I’d known from afar in the past.  You know how it is the day before a

conference starts.  People hang out in the bar and the lobby.  I met some

friends, and noticed this tall, quiet man who was with them.  We sort of

watched one another as we engaged in a six-way conversation.  I thought he

was cute, but, then I think MOST men are.  I am generally just a looker.

Finally, someone said, “Oh, Jane, this is Len Josephs.”

“Len!  Wow!  I’ve always wanted to meet you!” We shook hands, but wound up

hugging one another.  Len and I had exchanged some mail years before, and

admired one another’s work.  Instantly, I wanted to take him to bed.  It was

quite a shock because I don’t normally feel that strongly about someone

seconds after meeting him.  It was literally lust at first touch.

Since we had friends in common, we went to dinner together.  Now, I’m not

the sort of woman who picks men up.  It simply had never happened before.

I’d had the occasional extra-marital lover, but it had always been with a

friend, not with someone I’d just met.  I fought with myself all during

dinner.  How obvious could I be with him about the way I felt?  Could I

actually say to him, “I’d love to make love with you.”?  While Len and I

wound up sitting together at dinner, and while he made me laugh a lot, he

seemed to back off when my knee rested against his.  Well, I knew he was

married, so maybe he didn’t fool around.  Still, I felt like someone had

shot me full of speed.  I shook like crazy, and felt about ready to fly off

the chair, just looking at him.

After dinner, he went back to his room.  I went back to my room.  I paced

around a lot.  He’d given his friends his room number, and I’d memorized it.

I walked to the elevator, went to his floor and stood before his door.  I

raised my hand to knock…then turned and returned to my room.

I guessed I wasn’t the sort of woman who can knock on a man’s door, without

a reason other than to ask “Wanna fuck?”.

Suddenly, I realized I had a book he’d expressed some interest in at dinner.

I took the book and practically bolted back to his room.  This time, my hand

connected with the door.  When he opened the door, he had a genuinely

shocked expression on his face, but I talked over it.  “I’m sorry if I

disturbed you, but I thought you’d be interested in seeing this.” I said,

going into his room without further invitation.

“Oh, no problem.  I was just resting.” We sat down on the beds and looked

at the book together.  Eventually, I sat on the bed beside him.  As we

looked at the book, we sat closer and closer together.  Finally, he took my

hand and squeezed it hard.  “I’m going over to Lori’s party for a while.

Do you want to come back later?”

“Oh, yes!  I don’t normally do this sort of thing, but I really want to come

back.”

“I don’t want to stay over there for TOO long.”

“Me neither.” We stood up and kissed.  As hot as I felt, he felt hotter.

But it didn’t show on his face the way it had to be showing on mine.  I kept

feeling myself turning red in front of him.

“What about precautions….”

“Well, I’m not too concerned.  My period ended yesterday…”

“I’d better go get some condoms.”

I felt severely embarrassed, being a college-educated, Planned-Parenthood

trained woman.  At least if I was on the verge of behaving irresponsibly, I

had the good luck to find someone who WASN’T.  “You’re absolutely right.

Sorry about that.”

“It’s OK,” he kissed me again, his tongue brushing my lips.

I dashed back to my room, slipped into something more comfortable (yet

socially acceptable), and went to Lori’s room.  Many old friends were there,

but I couldn’t engage in coherent conversation.  My thoughts and eyes kept

drifting to Len, who sat in a corner, talking.  Finally, after a day-long

half hour, I went out of the party and down to the bar.  I kept calling

Len’s room, to see if he’d gotten the hint and had returned to his room.  No

dice.  After yet another overly long half-hour, I returned to the party.  He

was still there.  Whew!  I wandered the party a bit, then returned to the

hallway.  Len followed after a moment.

“I thought you’d changed your mind.” he said sadly.

“God no.  I just can’t sit still.  Can we go now?”

“Yes.” We walked to the elevator, relieved that there was no one in it.  I

took his hand, but we dropped hands as soon as the door opened on his floor.

No one was in the hall either, so we walked to his room together.

We were both nervous.  I ran to the bathroom.  He turned on the TV.  “Can we

turn it off?” I asked, turning on the light across the room.

“I don’t mind.” I turned the set off and joined him on the bed.  We kicked

off our shoes and laid back, just holding hands and watching each other at

first.  His hands were large and bony and very strong.  I suppose I have

something of a hand fetish, because just stroking his hands really turned me

on.

As we kissed, his tongue filled my mouth, and I sucked on his tongue until

my lips were sore.  He played with the straps of my dress, reaching his

hand into the front to play with my bra.  He took off the dress, but had a

little problem with the bra—it was one of those strapless affairs with

innumerable hooks.  He took the bra off and suckled hard on my breasts.  I

lay back on the bed, caressing his neck and beginning to moan in pleasure.

I finally sat up enough to help him off with his clothes.  I had as much

trouble with his sansa-belt slacks as he’d had with my bra earlier.  But he

helped out, and I found him hard and hot.  He lay on top of me, his cock

rubbing against my underpants.  My clit began trembling against his heat.

He reached inside, stroking my clitoris.  “You’re so wet,” he murmurred.

“I’m not usually THIS bad…” I said, running my hands up and down his back.

My underpants were literally dripping from six hours of thinking about him and

a half hour of foreplay.  Already, waves of pleasure were streaming through

my body.  I remembered some of the net jokes about “If this is just

foreplay, tonight is going to kill me.”  I wondered what my husband would

think if I died in the arms of another man…

I leaned forward and tentatively took his penis in my mouth.  He was longer,

but narrower than what I was used to.  He moaned, working my underpants off.

I sucked on him harder, feeling his cock get even hotter.

He pushed me off, laying me back and spreading my legs.  “Aren’t you going

to go down on me?” I asked watching him grab for his condoms.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted that.”

“Not want it??!  Please, do!”

He fell between my legs, his pointed tongue pushing hard against my clit.

I became even wetter, some from his tongue, but mostly from my incredibe

rate of arousal.  His tongue was very forceful, feeling more like a slick

finger than a tongue.  He licked me out, his tongue darting in and out of

my vagina.

Finally he rose, and put the condom on effortlessly.  He knelt and slid

very slowly into me, like someone using an iron poker to make a fire flare.

I pulled him in tight, feeling about ready to explode.  Very gradually, we

moved together.  I pulled my legs up to let him in ever further.  We

shifted around quite a bit, and I took some time on top, pressing my hips

into his.  An orgasm hit me so hard that my knees went weak, and I fell on

my arms to avoid hitting him.

We flipped over again, and he began pumping into me vigorously.  He pulled

up my leg and wrapped it wround his shoulder.  His face, usually so bland,

positively glowed as I came again.  I couldn’t stop moaning.  He finally

came, rolling aside and stroking my belly. The whole lower half of my

body spasmed, and I couldn’t speak for a moment.

“Same time, next year?” he asked.

“Oh!”  We held onto one another, giggling.  “It’s funny…that’s the

kind of lover I always wanted.”

I was amazed by how quickly he was ready to come again.  I was certainly

more than ready myself!  As we made love again, every nerve in my body

trembled.  My body throbbed in utter pleasure.  The experience reminded me

of a very long weekend my then-boyfriend (now husband) shared long ago.

We attempted to sleep together.  He was far more successful than I.  I found

it impossible to sleep when I was tingling so much.  I finally drifted off.

When I woke up, I saw his eyes looking down on me.  “Good morning,” he said,

his soft voice arousing me as much as his touch had the night before.

“Hi.”  I reached up and started playing with his hair.

“How are you?”  He kissed me.

“I’m tired…but terrific otherwise.” I kissed him back hard, noticing that

his penis was standing at attention under his pajamas.  “Do you want to…?”

“Hmmm…” He took off his pajamas.  I took off my slip, he put on a condom

and was inside me instantly.  My orgasm built quickly, and I kept trying to

muffle myself, worrying that I might wake up the folks in the next room.  I

sucked on his fingers, trying to quiet myself.

When we were done, I clung to him.  The notion of leaving him tore at me.

But, I knew we both had roommates to consider for the duration of the

conference, and various responsibilities.  I kept telling him how wonderful

he’d been, and he kept telling me how exhausted he felt.  Finally, I knew I

had to leave, so I kissed him goodbye and went to my room for a much-needed

shower and a change of clothes.

I ran into him often over the next week.  I particularly remember joking

with him in the bar the next night, with our respective roommates almost

within earshot.  That night, after being awake for nearly two days, I laid

down on my bed as my roommate brushed her teeth in the bathroom.  Just

lying down made my whole body quake, as if he were laying beside me and

taking me from behind.  It was as if I was in bed with a demon.  I don’t

think my roommate heard my sudden, load moan.  I bit my lips and shifted my

position.  It was so strange to feel myself coming without being touched,

but them, the previous 24 hours had been pretty strange.

Len and I never could work out a reunion that week.  In some ways, it

didn’t matter.  The night with him sent my body into what felt like a

two-month orgasm.  I could feel his cock slide into me, or his tongue move

against my clit.  I spent much of that week blushing.  For two months, I

couldn’t make love with my husband without feeling Len.  That was very

frustrating, because Len and I could never be any more than long distance

lovers.  But after about two months, I approached love-making with my

husband with renewed zeal, and started appreciating him again for the fine

lover that he is.

And Len?  He turned out to be a terrific one-night stand.

   As  a  famous  author  once  wrote,  it was a “Dark and Stormy

     Night” as sea coast weather can  often  be.  It was raining very hard,

     even by the sea coast standards that I was used  to.    The  rain  was

     almost  snow.  I was sitting in my car at the deserted ferry terminal.

     It was Thursday, and no ferrys docked at this terminal this evening.

             I remember the first time  I  met  her.    She worked at a car

     rental agency at the airport.  I had reason to be in the terminal most

     every night and we struck up a casual conversation.  This went on  for

     several  months.    She  was about 5′8″, 145 lbs, brown hair and brown

     eyes.   Her  figure  was  shapely,  and  her  breasts  small  but very

     attractive.  Because of her job, she dressed conservatively, but there

     was a very sexy quality about her.  Occasionally her blouse would  gap

     a  bit  and  I  would  get a glimpse of her bra covered breasts. I was

     fascinated.  She had a wonderful  personality.  There were many people

     around always so our conversation was casual.

             One evening, I was dropping a co-worker at her  residence  and

     was  invited in by her mother for fresh cookies.  I was about to go in

     and received a radio call that I was needed at the airport, at the car

     rental counter.  Well, so much  for  the chocolate chip cookies.  Duty

     called.  I got to the airport, about a 5 minute drive,  and  went  in.

     She  had some information that I had asked about.  We joked around and

     I mentioned that as much as I  needed the information, it cost me some

     chocolate chip cookies.  We laughed about it and I went on my way.

             The next evening, I received another call to the airport.    I

     went  in  and there on her counter was a plate of fresh baked chocolate

     chip cookies.  We talked  a  bit,  over  cookies and her customers and

     again I went on my way.

             Being in a high visibility occupation, I was forced to be very

     cautious in my dealings with women, especially since I was married.  I

     did get brave and wrote a note that said, simply, “Good Morning Lovely

     Lady,” sealed it in an envelope and secretly dropped it into her purse

     that sat open on the side counter.  I figured that in the morning  she

     would notice the envelope and open it.

             Coming back to the present, the rain was now falling as a very

     wet  snow, and was starting to accumulate on the windshield of my car.

     I had the radio on the local  soft music station, and had to start the

     engine to generate some heat as  the  outside  temperature  was  about

     freezing.    A car’s headlights pulled into the deserted terminal, but

     it was just turning around.

             It was a  few  days  after  the  “note  in the purse” incident

     before I saw her again.  She tried to seem annoyed at my greeting, but

     didn’t act the part very well.  I could tell she was pleased.   I  had

     to  be  careful  about  spending too much time at the airport for fear

     that someone would “notice.”

             A couple weeks went by and my  wife had a chance to fly off to

     a city about 700 miles away and then drive back.  She would  take  the

     children.  Without much thought, I encouraged her to go as I knew that

     she  would  enjoy  the  trip and get to see her parents.  She would be

     gone about a week.

             I was working day shift,  which  ended  at 3pm.  Saturday came

     along and I was off after the shift for two days.   What  to  do  with

     Saturday  evening?    There  was nothing much at the theaters and even

     less on TV.  I still had need  of some information at the airport so I

     decided that probably a little off duty work was in order.  I  decided

     that I would call her up and see if the plane was going to be on time.

     My heart leapt as she answered the phone. We talked a bit and she told

     me  that the plane was running a couple hours late so she was going to

     go home and feed her children  and  then  come back as her husband was

     out of town.  We talked a bit more and the subject  of  the  fantastic

     milk  shakes  at  the  local  drive-in  restaurant.    They were known

     everywhere.  I said,  in  jest,  “Why  don’t  I  buy you one after the

     flight leaves.”  She said “That would be great!”  Boy was I surprised.

     We agreed that after the plane left we’d meet in the  airport  parking

     lot and go for a shake.

             The  next two hours were endless.  I couldn’t believe that she

     was going to spend a little time  with me.  I actually paced the floor

     in my apartment!

             The plane came and went and I didn’t get the information  that

     I  wanted.     I went out to my car and she came out shortly.  She was

     wearing a clear  rain  jacket,  a  zippered  blue  jean  coat and grey

     slacks.  I couldn’t see what else she had on.  She suggested  that  we

     go  in  her car as it was less known in the area.  We went over to the

     drive up window and got  two  strawberry  shakes.   We pulled into the

     parking lot like a couple of teen agers and shut off the car.  We  sat

     in  the  car  and  watched  it rain while we enjoyed the shakes.   She

     un-zipped her raincoat as  it  warmed  up  in  the car. She eventually

     un-zipped the jeans jacket also and disclosed a  sheer  white  blouse.

     The  dim  lighting  failed to reveal the exact design, but it was very

     alluring. We talked well past the shakes, and I asked if she’d like to

     go for a ride.  She said she would  and would I drive?  I moved to the

     driver seat and we headed for an ocean overlook about 20 miles away.

             It was snowing harder now as my wait  at  the  ferry  terminal

     lenghtened.    She  had  said about what time she’d be there but I had

     gotten there early.   My  windshield  was completely snow covered, but

     the snow was so wet that it wasn’t sticking on  the  ground.    I  sat

     back. turned up the music a little and let my mind wander.

             We had sat at the overlook for awhile and just talked.  It had

     stopped  raining  and  a  few stars could be seen.  Finally I just sat

     looking at her and she at  me.    I  reached over and kissed her.  Our

     tongues met and we held each other tightly.    I  reached  inside  her

     jacket  and  felt  her breasts.  They were fairly small but firm.  She

     reacted immediately to my touch.    The blouse covering them was silky

     and pleasant to the touch.  I slowly un-buttoned it, one button  at  a

     time.    Her bra was white, and substantial.  I lowered the straps and

     un-hooked it.  We sat  and  enjoyed  each other for awhile and decided

     that this overlook was a bit too public.  We drove  back  toward  town

     and  went  up  to  the  community  college, deserted at this hour.  We

     parked on a side  road  and  continued  our exploration of each other.

     She began to feel guilty and we didn’t make love that night.   We  sat

     for a long time and finally she dropped me back at my car.

             The  ten o’clock news came on the radio and it was now raining

     again, dissolving the wet snow  that  had  been falling.  A car pulled

     into the terminal and went slowly past.  I could see  that  it  wasn’t

     her,  but  some other lady apparently on her way to a rendezvous.  She

     stopped at the other end of the  parking area and someone got out of a

     car and into hers.  They drove off.  I watched it as the  rain  turned

     to  snow  again.  She said she’d meet me as close to 10 o’clock as she

     could.  The news ended and the music began again.  It rained harder.

             I thought back  to  another  rainy,  stormy  night  when I was

     working swing shift, which ended at 11pm.  She  called  about  10:30pm

     and said that she had to be at the downtown ferry terminal to meet the

     11pm  ship.  I told her I’d stop by.  It was quiet so I got to leave a

     few minutes early.  She was  there  and  we got into my car and headed

     south out of town.  We had very little time as we were  both  expected

     home.    We stopped at a secluded wayside and were in each others arms

     immediately.  I undid her blouse  and front closing bra and rubbed her

     nipples.  They became instantly hard and her breath became  short  and

     ragged.    I slid her slacks down over her narrow hips and removed her

     bikini panties.  I removed my pants and entered her.  I stroked her in

     and out and satisfaction came  to  both of us almost immediately there

     on the front seat of my car.  There wasn’t time for formality, but  we

     had  to  have each other.  We drove back to town and she sat very near

     to me.  We talked  about  little  things  and each secretly hoped that

     this wouldn’t be the last timewe would be together.

             I could see her car’s headlights coming some distance  off  as

     the  snow  began to fall again.  She pulled up and I got into her car.

     We drove off and headed north.    We  finally pulled into a small road

     that lead to a private harbor, totally deserted this time of the year.

     We stopped in the parking  area  and  shut  off  the  car.    We  were

     immediately  in  each other’s arms.  Both of us had good reasons to be

     away from home this evening so there  was no pressing rush.  I felt of

     her breasts thru her jacket.  I could feel her arousal already.    She

     was  wearing  a  jacket,  sweatshirt,  sweater,  blouse, camisole, and

     bra,along with heavy slacks. I  commented  that she was quite dressed,

     even considering the weather. She said that the reason  was  that  she

     wanted  to  see  me but knew we shouldn’t make love so she “covered it

     all up.”  We slowly  removed  her  clothing  (and  mine).  Her bra was

     dainty and lacy.  It was totally dark but my fingers gave me a  better

     picture  of  it  that  I could have gotten with some light.  I finally

     entered her and  began  slowly  stroking  my  cock  in  and out of her

     warm,wet love canal.  I took deep, loving strokes and I could feel her

     tensing up.  She started to climax and just kept on  the  pinnacle  of

     ecstacy  as I tried to slow my own excitement.  She stayed on the peak

     of climax for what seemed like  forever.   I finally couldn’t stand it

     any more and I shot the biggest load of cum that I had ever given into

     her. I continued to move in and out of her as she subsided.    Finally

     we  napped  in  each other’s arms as the rain fell and the wind rocked

     the car.

             It soon became cold and we  awoke and slowly dressed.  We each

     knew that this would be the last time for us as I was being transferred

     as was her husband.  We drove slowly back to the terminal where my car

     was parked and each went our separate ways. The rain was still falling

     as we parted and we promised each other that when we heard  very  hard

     rain  on  the  roof,  we  would think of each other and to this day, I

     remember our Dark and Stormy Night whenever it rains.

  Her eyes were on my cock and when she saw my reaction to just looking

at her body, she smiled. “It looks like some life is still left in that thing

yet!”, Dianne said as she reached for my maleness. Taking the sticky and re-

juvenated throbbing member in her right hand, she began to stroke me off

again. “Let me clean this up for you”, was all that I heard as she stood up,

turned and headed for the sink.

  She was a very beautiful young woman. As she walked towards the sink, her

thin, finely toned muscular body sparkled. I could see every muscle as it

moved. She had to spend a lot of time in a gym taking care of herself.  Her

ass undulated as she moved.  She grabbed a washcloth off the sink returned to

me. She knelt down between my legs and, smiling, began to use the washcloth to

wipe my cock clean. When she finished, she leaned over with those small, thin

lips and kissed the head of my now throbbing cock.

   She stood up in front of me and used the cloth to clean the juices of our

last encounter from her ass and legs. She did this very suggestively and as

she wiped her blonde bush she said, “You haven’t forgotten what you promised

have you?”  I could tell she was beginning to get a little turned on herself.

She took the washrag and threw it into the sink and looked back down at that

part of my body which she wanted.

   “Let’s move this party into the living room at least”, I said as I stood

up and as I did my now fully erect penis brushed against the fine blonde hair

of her pussy.  She reached between us and took hold of my cock and pushed it

down until it slipped between her legs.  As it did she closed her legs very

tightly and grabbed a hold of my ass and pulled me very close to her body.  My

cock slid along between her thighs and against her pussy.  She was dripping

wet again, I could feel the wetness of her sex as she moved back and forth

along the length of my member. I knew that I was in for one hell of a day!

   We entered the front room and walked arm in arm over to the sofa. She was

still using her hand on my dick to keep my interest up. We no sooner sat down

and the phone began to ring. “I’ll get it”, she whispered, and reached across

my body and picked up the reciever. “Hello”, was what I heard as the nipples

as she moved back and forth along the length of my member. I knew that I was

in for one hell of a day!

   We entered the front room and walked arm in arm over to the sofa. She was

still using her hand on my dick to keep my interest up. We no sooner sat down

and the phone began to ring. “I’ll get it”, she whispered, and reached across

my body and picked up the reciever. “Hello”, was what I heard as the nipples

of her breasts hung down and brushed across my stomach and chest. I began to

run my hands over her body. “Hi, Mrs. Morrell, yes he got home about an hour

ago.  Right, I’ve been taking care of him just like you said. No, I don’t

think that he’ll have any complaints”. As the teenager talked to my wife, I

slid my right hand along her back to her ass and the back of her thigh.  With

my left hand I slowly and gently began to stroke her stomach and breasts.  Her

nipples began to harden again. Her voice started to show signs of strain as

she struggled to keep her mind on what my wife was saying over the phone. My

right hand slowly moved into the valley between her legs. As my finger found

her damp lips, she let out an audible sound, a kind of quiver in her speech

that I knew my wife was sure to hear. “No, nothing is wrong, I just had a

chill”, the demure young sexpot tried to tell my wife.  Slowly I moved my

other hand to her breasts.  I cupped her left breast in my hand and began to

lightly slide my fingers from her rib cage to her very hard nipple as my

fingers got closer her voice began to quiver a little more.  “No, everything

is fine here”, the sweaty teen said with as much conviction as she could

muster.  That is when my fingers found the lips of her sex. She let out an

uncontrolled little gasp. “Umm can I call you back in a little while, Kate?”

I slowly inserted one of my fingers between the moist lips of her very damp

sex. I didn’t have to enter very far and I began to move my finger around the

inner lips of her sex. “Yes, Kathy, I’ll take care of it”, she said hastily on

this end of the phone, “but I really must go now, I have soup boiling on the

stove”.

  Just then I grabbed her nipple between the fingers of my left hand and began

to squeeze, gently at first. As I saw her reaction and felt the moistness of

her sex increase I began to use more force. Her mouth was dry and she

struggled to keep her voice unemotional, “Right Kathy, I’ll finish up, but I

really have to go now. Right, I’ll take care of it! Yea, I’ll be sure and tell

him, good bye”. She breathed a sigh of relief as she hung the phone back on

the reciever.  She started to try to move back to her original position, but

as she did, I kept my hand firmly against her sex.  She pushed back and felt

the fingers of my right hand begin to enter her very wet sex. She stopped

moving back. She was extremely exited. I think that the idea of talking with

my wife and being naked on her hands and knees, bent over my throbbing member

as she spoke was what really drove her to this excited a state. “You are a

real bastard”, she said in a heavy frustrated voice. The high pitched little

girl sound had left her completely, she sounded like a woman in the heat of

passion now. “Don’t you think that your wife knew something was wrong?” With

that I tightened my grip on her sensitive nipple and moved another finger into

her wet hony pot. “Oh God”, she said, “That feels great!”, as my hands

continued to explore the different parts of her body. She began to reach for

my cock, but I told her to just stay as she was and enjoy what was happening.

It didn’t take much convincing, and she remained on all fours straddling my

body. Her breasts were hard and unyielding with the nipples pointing down to

my cock.  They strained to make themselves harder and longer as my left hand

played with each breast.  She moved her body so that her nipples could rub

against me. As she did I pulled my fingers out of her blonde bush and gave her

a slight slap on her tight little ass. She shuddered. “Just stay as you are”,

I told her again.  She straightened back up. “Would you pleast put your hand

back in me?”, Dianne said, “I really am damn near ready to come!”. I slowly

started to feel the back of her thighs, moving my hand up and down on the

inside of those well structured legs. I’d gently move my hand from her knee

to her crotch. I made sure that I always just stopped short of her sex, but

I kept getting closer and closer to that wet golden part of her body. Each

time that I started my movement upwards toward her sex she would hold her

breath. This time I was going to enter her, I started my hand up and she said,

“Hurry, please”.  By the time my hand got to her bush she was moaning and

shivering as she came. Her pussy was dripping wet and getting wetter. I could

see and feel her quivering as she came. “You son of a bitch…..oh..oh”, was

all that she could say.

  The shaking and quivering began to subside and she collapsed onto my lap. I

took my hand and slid it over her buttocks and down to her cunt lips. They

were soaked in female juices. As my fingers touched her she moaned again. I

parted her lips and inserted my finger.

   “You are a real son of a bitch”, she said, and meant every word of it. “So

far you haven’t done a thing that I’ve wanted, except for making me come.  I’d

really like to get your cock into my cunnie. That’s what I’d really enjoy, and

you promised!” She just laid there across my lap as I fingered her damp pussy.

“It’s exciting to be under the control of someone else. You made me feel like

a real whore, when I was on the phone to your wife. That really turned me on.

Having you here naked and finger fucking me while I talked to your wife. God

that was a real turn on! In fact just thinking about it is starting to make me

horny again.” A smile came across her face as she looked at me and rolled

over. “What do you want me to do now?” she asked with a nasty little smile on

her face.

  She reached down and took my hand and laid it on her mound, which was still

wet and full of her dew. “Do you like my body?”, she asked in a coy manner.

“Do you really think that I’d be sitting here nude with my hand on your cunt

if I didn’t?”, was my answer. “What would you like to do?” “Will you do what-

ever I ask?”, was Dianne’s question.  “I’ll do anything you feel like having

me do. How’s that?”, I answered. “Great, you can start by putting a couple of

your fingers into me!”  Being true to my word, I slowly parted her legs and

slid my hand over the deliciously wet lips of her cunt. I slowly slipped one

finger between the lips so I could lubricate my fingers. She was a sexual

machine. Her pussy was constantly wet and my fingers entered with ease. First

two then a third. She raised her knees and moved her hip forward to make it

easier for me to get my fingers into a comfortable position. I began to slowly

move my fingers in and out of her and she loved it. She turned on her side

with her knees still wide apart and my hand deep inside her golden box.  The

reason she turned soon became evident. She was laying across my lap and her

breasts were on my right leg. This made a perfect position for her. Her face

was directly in front of my cock and balls. I was still hard from the phone

conversation that she had had with my wife, so as I was moving my fingers

around inside her, she reached out and took a hold of my cock with her left

hand and propped herself up on her elbow between my legs. She began stroking

my dick, this time with a firm grip around the shaft, Her smile widened as she

felt the extra pressure this added to my grasp of her pussy. She began to

squeeze my member very hard as she jacked me off. Dianne then pulled the shaft

of my cock toward her, until it was just a few inches from her mouth. Slowly

she stroked and pulled it, each time coming closer to contact with her lips.

As it got closer she got more excited. She parted her lips and this time she

took the tip of my cock into her mouth. It was a wonderful feeling, warm and

moist with her hand running up and down the shaft. I loved the way she looked

with my dick head going between her lips and her hand pumping the shaft.

  All of a sudden her legs went together and tightened on my hand. I had

forgotten about what I was supposed to be doing. I again began to pump my

fingers in and out of that great pussy. As I got my hand down to her cunt, I

made sure that each time my thumb could come into contact with her clit it

did. Slowly she began her march down my shaft, more and more of my cock was

disappearing into her mouth. I couldn’t believe that she could get that much

of my cock into such a small looking mouth, but it was happening. Inch by inch

my dick was being enveloped by this amazing little doll.

   It was a cold and damp night.  I had just got home from work and

walked in the back door when, after calling for my wife, heard the small

voice of Dianne.

   Dianne was the 19 year old baby sitter who watched the kids when my

wife had to do any shopping or run errands. As I walked into the kitchen

she was standing over the stove stirring a pot of soup.

   “Hi Mr. Morrell, how was your day?” she said as she continued to stir

the soup. She was standing there in a cut off tee shirt, which as she

leant over the stove gave me a perfect view of her small but very pert

breasts. She was also barefoot and wearing a short leather mini skirt.

Seeing as how she is a very well proportioned 5′2″ blonde, she did

not have the body of a 19 year old. At least nothing like the girls that

I remembered from when I was 19.

   “My day was very hard and tiring” as I took a seat in the kitchen to

remove my work boots. As I sat down and glanced a Dianne again, this time

noticing that at this angle her legs were gorgeous.

   She stood on her tip toes to stir the the soup and this made the view

even better. I couldn’t be sure but it seemed like she was doing this on

purpose. From where I sat, it looked like she may not have anything on

under that tight skirt.

  “So where did Mrs. Morrell go?” I asked, trying to get my mind off the

beautiful ass of the teenaged girl.”She went over to her sister’s to help

them move into the new house. She told me to make sure you got a good

meal and to straighten up the house for her. She took the kids with her

so that you’d be able to get some rest.” said the seductive little blonde,

still on her toes. “I’ll have this ready for you in about 15 minutes. Is

there anything else I can do to help?”

   Boy were there things she could do to help! My dick was beginning to

get very hard looking at that body and listening to that voice of

innocence.

   I bent over to take my boots off and I had to take another look up. by

that time Dianne had turned around and was looking right at me. “Oh shit”

I thought, but then a smile came across her cute little mouth.

   “See anything interesting?” she asked, as her hands slid down to the

edge of her skirt. She slowly began to lift it, an inch at a time. The bare

elegant thighs slowly began to slide out into the light. The hem was right 

at the base of her crotch, another inch and I’d have a perfect view of every

thing that she owned.

   That is when i noticed that I wasn’t breathing and let out a lung full of

air. I sat up straight and said,”What the hell is going on? You’re making me

feel like a kid peeking at his first girlie magazine!”

   “Good, that’s what I wanted to know!”, said this sexy devilish girl. “I’ve

been trying to get you to notice me for months. You turn me on and I want to

turn you on!” With that she pulled the skirt up and revealed her blonde mound.

One of her hands when to it and began to slide back and forth. When she

removed it, it was covered with her juices. “I’m so horny for you now that

I’d do anything to get you to lay me.”, she said in a quick breath.

   “You’ll will huh? Well it’s going to cost you your ass” I returned. “Get

those rags off and come here”

   I removed my clothes and turned to watch her but it too late she was out

of her clothes in a matter of seconds. “What do you want me to do Mr. Morrell”

the naked young girl asked. My cock was at full attention standing straight

up and throbbing. I told Dianne to come over to me and to let me feel her

hands on my cock.

   She was very eager to please and hurried over as I sat back down in the

chair. Slowly she reached for my cock, her touch was very gentle. She began

by stroking it and then she tried to wrap her hand around it. Her hands were

small but my cock fit very nicely.

   I told her to turn her ass slightly around because I wanted to see what I

was going to be getting into. “I thought you were kidding when you said it

would cost me my ass”, she squeaked.

  “I was kidding just as much as you were when you pulled up your skirt”, I

told her. I made her step over my cock and face away from me. She had a

beautiful ass, very firm and well defined muscles. I took my finger and touched

her tight anus. She jumped and moaned and almost lost my cock from her hand.

“Is it going to hurt?”, Dianne asked. “You tell me, I’m just going to sit here

and you’re going to have to use my cock like a vibrator to screw your self

in the ass.”

  “Oh, God”, she said as she slowly lowered herself towards my shaft. Her

pussy was dripping and as my cock touched her thigh the thought of what she

was doing made her come. A gush of warm liquid and a shudder gave her away.

  She was still moaning and coming as she tried to the dry tip into her ass.

I took her hand and helped guide it back and forth across her wet cunt lips

to lubricate the tip. Her legs were shaking now and she was building to an-

other climax as my member began it’s journey up her virginal hershey highway.

   She seemed to be in her own world as she very slowly began to guide my cock

up into her ass. The tip just began to start parting her anus as she said “Oh

my God it’s getting bigger”. I took hold of her hips, just to make sure that

she kept going in the right direction. The head slide inside and she started to

come again. This was just about all that I could stand. Feeling my own climax

was going to be here soon I pulled down on her hips and my shaft rammed into

her ass. She let out a cry of pleasure and pain that you could hear across a

county line. Just as my balls hit against her ass my time was at hand and I

began to erupt into that tight little ass, load after load of come pumped into

her and as it was happening she began to come for a fourth time. This is what

made me come so quick, watching her come time and time again.

   We sat there for about 5 minutes with my cock buried in her ass, as we

caught our breath. I slowly lifted her off my cock and had her sit on my leg.

She was wiped out but managed to say,”Well, you got my ass now how about do-

ing something with my pussy, a deal is a deal”.

        As we sat there in the kitchen naked and totally breathless, I

couldn’t take my eyes of Dianne’s pert little breasts. Her chest was

heaving in and out at a rapid pace. Her nipples were still hard and pointed

straight out from her body. She glistened with sweat in the neon light of the

kitchen. My dick was beginning to respond to this sexy girl’s body again. It

slowly began to lengthen an move.

 Robert eventually rolled me over on to my back and knelt between my

thighs, “Relax, Dear.  I want you to enjoy this, too.”

     And I did.  I felt my pussy lips spread around his penis as he slowly

and gently inserted it.  He felt huge and hot and powerful.  Then, I felt

the resistance and he pushed ever so slowly until, with a sharp, quick

pain, my virginity was gone forever and I was being fucked.

     The pain became a dull ache and I soon began to enjoy the feeling of

his manhood sliding in and out of me.  He dropped his face to my breasts,

sucking first one, and then the other, of my nipples into his hot mouth.  I

began to move; lifting my hips to meet his downward thrusts.

     Quickly, I was nearing orgasm, again, and Robert smiled down on me, “I

am going to come with you, this time, Dear.”  And he did.

     Robert drove me home after 10:00pm that first night, and, from that

night became a regular but very private part of my life.

     True to his word as always, I began intensive sales training the

following Monday morning, the youngest prospect in the corporation’s

history.  As fate would have it, I’m very good at sales and I love it.

I’ve been very successful for the company and for me (last year I made just

a few dollars short of six-figures).

     Robert and I continued our affair, meeting 3 or 4 times a week in the

afternoons and eventually, he rented a tiny efficiency apartment that’s

full of satin sheets, sex toys, costumes, and little silky things.  Robert

also personally arranges the business trips and convention excursions, and

we share a room whenever possible.

     I’ve never told another person about Robert, and he says I’m his

little secret, too.  We accept it for what it is and don’t look for it to

be more than what it can be.  We feel quite affectionate for one another;

it’s much more than just sex, and there’s no need for a commitment.  He’s

married, a wonderful lover, and safe, having had a vasectomy years ago.  

     And what a teacher he’s been!  Robert and I have tried almost

everything we have seen or heard about — bondage (I enjoy being tied up),

spanking (I don’t care for it, but Robert really gets into it, sometimes),

costumes, vibrators, sex creams, videos and sometimes, just plain sex.  I

have always done whatever he has asked of me in bed, and almost always

enjoyed it.

     Robert will soon be 56 years old and I marvel at his stamina.  Still

one of his favorite positions is to straddle my chest, slop a jelly or oil

between my large tits and fuck them.  He says his orgasm is always intense

as he watches his cum spurt out of him and into my open mouth and onto my

pretty face.

     Probably the hardest thing for me to deal with is my relationship with

Robert and the fact that I’ve been happily married for the last four years.

      I met my husband, Chip, five years ago and almost ended my affair

with Robert.  But I couldn’t.  I didn’t want to.  It meant too much to me

and didn’t interfere with any other part of my life.  It was for me and for

Robert, and I couldn’t give him up.  After worrying about it for weeks, I

adopted the same position with Chip as with everyone else — my time with

Robert just didn’t exist outside of our apartment.

     Probably the most perverse thing I’ve ever done is share my wedding

day with Robert, because I wanted it to be special for him, too.  The

ceremony was scheduled for 6:00pm, so the first thing I did on the morning

of my wedding day was take my gown to our apartment.  I called Robert to

tell him to meet me there, and before he arrived, I dressed in only my

veil, gown and high heels.  When Robert opened the door, I slowly raised my

dress until my naked cunt was exposed.  With a growl, he pushed me back on

to the bed, ripped his zipper down and shoved his already-hard cock into my

cunt in one hard push.  He came in seconds.

     As Robert caught his breath, I began to lick his warm, wet cock clean.

He was soon hard again and positioned me on my hands and knees.  Still in

my veil, gown and heels, Robert threw my dress up over my back and knelt

behind me, slowing pushing himself into my wet pussy.

     “Theresa, I love you all the more for this wedding treat you’ve given

me.  I’ve thought about what I want to do and decided that I don’t want you

to be a virgin anywhere in your body tonight.”

     With that, he removed his wet prick from my pussy and pressed its head

between my ass cheeks.  We had never had anal sex before, but I knew that

that was what Robert wanted, now.  I did what I could to ease his entry,

but it was still a tremendous pressure until he was completely inside of

me.  We soon found our rhythm and I eventually enjoyed my first ass-fuck.

     When he finished, I dressed in my street clothes and returned home.  I

never told anyone where I went that morning, but I laugh because one of my

maiden aunts convinced the rest of the family that I must have taken my

gown to the rectory, to have it blessed by a priest!

     Robert had a surprise of his own in store for me.  As I was changing

to leave the reception that night, Robert slipped into the room and into me

for a quickie.  I licked him clean and we both hurried back outside.  About

a half-hour later, as Chip was entering me for his very first time, I

thought it appropriate that my cunt was already full of Robert’s sticky cum

and my mouth still tasted of him.

     Except for the wedding reception and one recent incident, Robert and I

never do anything to jeopardize our marriages or our professional standing.

We limit our contact to the office, trips, our apartment and rare social

events.  It was at one of these social events that I misbehaved to the

total satisfaction of both of us.

     Chip and I were hosting a large Memorial Day Bar-B-Q and Robert and

his wife were there.  Mid-afternoon, I told Chip I just had to show Robert

a problem I wanted him to work on.  I led Robert into the den and closed

the door behind us.

     “So, what’s this big problem, Theresa?” Robert asked as he reached for

my tits.  I laughed and fell to my knees, opening his shorts and sucking

his hardening cock into my mouth.  In seconds he was hard and I dropped my

shorts and panties and bent over Chip’s desk.  Robert rammed his cock up my

cunt and proceeded to give it a vigorous pounding.  I was grunting with

every hard shove and soon began a wonderful orgasm.  Robert soon followed

and we quickly rearranged ourselves and rejoined the party.  

     Chip kissed my cheek and asked if Robert solved my problem, so

quickly.

     I giggled, feeling Robert’s cum squishing in my cunt, “Darling, you

should know I’d only give him something he could handle in a few minutes!

This is a party!”

     Don’t ask me what’s going to happen.  Chip is talking about having

children.  Robert is talking about retiring.  And I’ve had a very

attractive offer to join a very large company.  I just can’t think about my

afternoons without Robert.

     I just received an announcement for my tenth High School reunion.  I

don’t know if I’ll attend, but it got me thinking about the incredible

changes in my life between then and now.  

     Ten years ago, one week after graduation, I became a secretary at a

medium-size plastics company.  I was attractive (blonde, green eyes, great

complexion, good figure), but I was shy, demure and a virgin — the perfect

product of 12 years in Catholic schools!

     Guys in the plant, salesmen, and even some clients flirted with me,

and a few asked me out.  I went, but I guess the fact that I didn’t put-out

got around and the dates became fewer and fewer.

     The company had a tradition of giving a dozen roses to secretaries on

their birthday.  On my eighteenth birthday, in November, my roses were

accompanied with an invitation to lunch with Robert, a vice-president, at

one of the nicest restaurants in town.  Nervous but so easily impressed, of

course, I accepted.

     The restaurant was on the top floor of a downtown hotel.  As we were

walking to the elevators, Robert led me to a seating alcove in the lobby.

We sat down and he gently held my hand and looked deeply into my eyes.

     “Theresa, you already know my style is very direct, but I don’t want

that to overshadow what I’m about to say.”  He paused and smiled at me, “I

really care for you.”

     I started to ask him what he was talking about, and he shushed me with

his finger, “My Dear, I am a businessman and I want to make a business

proposition to you.  This proposition results from the fact that I haven’t

been able to get you out of my mind since the day you were hired, and I’ve

never had to deal with such an obsession before.  I have reserved a room

upstairs, and if you permit me to make love to you today, and on a regular

basis, you will begin our sales training program next Monday.  You know

what that could mean to your lifestyle.”

     Through my shock, I could picture exactly what that meant.  I was

making $5800 a year, living at home, brownbagging my lunch and taking the

bus to work.  In sales, within a year, I could be making maybe three times

my present salary.  I was tempted.

     “Mr. _____, I’m very flattered, and very tempted, but I don’t have

affairs.  In fact, I’m still a virgin and I’d like to stay that way until

my wedding night.”  I knew I sounded corny and lame and less than

convincing.

     Robert smiled, “Theresa, I can be very gentle.  Let’s have lunch.

Think about what I said and you can either accept my proposal or forget we

ever had this conversation.  Your refusal would not affect your present

position or promotion potential.  You have my word on that.”

     At the best and most expensive lunch I had ever had, but not tasted, I

thought about making a real living in sales.  On a personal note, I

admitted to myself that Robert was very attractive — 45-ish, trim,

salt-and-pepper hair, a great dresser, and, in my experience, always the

total gentleman.  He was certainly a more attractive person (looks and

personality) than any other boy or man I had ever dated.  I also wondered

why I was making such a big deal about being the last virgin in America on

her wedding night.

     After lunch, with a quiet smile and tiny nod from me in answer to

Robert’s question, we went to the hotel room and I have never regretted my

decision.

     That afternoon, Robert was kind and gentle; I was shy and embarrassed.

He undressed me slowly, kissing and touching as he went.  When I was naked,

Robert devoured me with his eyes and hands and tongue.  I couldn’t believe

that it was happening.  Prior to that afternoon, the farthest I had ever

gone was a few short wrestling matches with teenage boys in the back of

cars.

     In a few minutes, Robert had my body glowing like never before and

tingling to his every touch.  After almost an hour of his attentions, he

moved his head down between my legs.  I almost pushed him away, but I had

enjoyed everything he had done to me up to then, I tried to relax as he

spread my thighs open wide.

     I could feel his nose in my pubic hair and then his tongue pushing

between my wet pussy lips.  I surrendered to him completely when he sucked

my clit between his lips and I began the first orgasm in my life.  It swept

through me and I’m sure I nearly passed out from its intensity.  

     I was just coming down from its height when Robert reached a hand up

to each of my breasts and squeezed my hard nipples between his fingers.  I

began to climax all over again.

     When I finally finished coming, Robert wrapped the blanket around me

and cradled me in his arms as I fell asleep.

     Robert was smiling at me when I awoke, “Theresa, I’d like to make love

to you, now.”

     He had undressed while I slept, and he placed my hand on his penis.  I

was fascinated with his cock from the first time I saw it, and for the next

half-hour or so, he instructed me in how to caress it and then lick it, and

finally, how to suck it.  I soon became very adept in the art of

cocksucking, but that first afternoon I was tentative and unsure.  He was

patient and passionate.

He walked into the local library and saw that Carolee was working behind

the counter. He had long noticed her and found her very attractive

and she always seemed to be very cheerful.. She was always dressed in

either a just above the knee dress with hosiery and high heels, or nice

fitting slacks with hose and high heels. Seeing her just drove him crazy

and he knew that he had to do some- thing about it today. He noticed

that today she had on a green dress and light black hosiery and a pair

of black pumps with 3″ heels. He waited till her area was vacant and

walked up. She smiled as she always did and he said “I know I am being

very forward but I would like to eat the crotch out of your pantyhose.”

She said “did I hear you correctly. Did you say something obscene to me?”

I said “I don’t think it was obscene.” “You want to eat the crotch out

of my pantyhose and you don’t think that is obscene.” “With you it could

never be obscene.” She said “I am married.” I said “it’s you I want to

do this to, not your husband.”  She said “I’m not wearing pantyhose,

will you eat the crotch out of my panties?”  “Only if you are wearing

them”, I said. “Finally a man who wants to do something with me. I wear

all sort of sexy outfits and lingerie and do you think he cares, the

rotten bastard. I think he is fucking his secretary, in fact I know he

bang- ing her ass. Yes, you can eat my crotch and then fuck my pussy.

Meet me after work at the far end of the parking lot.”

I met her after work and she got into my car and I drove to a deserted

area. She said she only had about half-hour but figured we could do

quite a bit in a half hour. We embraced passionately and then grooped at

each other. I going for her tits and she for my zipper. A minute later

she was stroking my cock and cooing while I teased her nipples with

my lips and tongue. “Eat my panties. Please, now while I am so hot.

Do it good, make me cum.” I got down on the floor of the car with her

in the passenger seat and slid her dress upward to her waist. She had

some great lingerie on. A full pink slip with lace all over the hem

and a black garterbelt and a pair of very pastel pink french cut tap

panties which were covered in lace. Her husband had to be nuts not to

be turned on. I centered the crotch part of the panties over her cunt

opening and started licking the crotch of the panties with my tongue.

Her panties got soaking wet and I could then taste her cunt juices and

smell them as her pussy was lubricating itself from the sexual attentions.

She started moaning passionately and asked me to pull the crotch of her

panties to one side and finger her for a moment. “your finger fucking is

driving me crazy,” she gasped with her breath cumming in shorts pants “Now

fuck me, please, now. I am going to cum fast so work me hard.” I slipped

my pulsating hard cock into her hot box and lunged in and out. She said

“stop a second and leave me straddle you. I want deep penetration.”

We moved and she straddled me and I entered her cunt again. She slammed

down on me hard and kept there wiggling her cunt all over my cock.

At the same time I wet one finger and started working it up her ass. As it

went into her ass all the way she let out a deep long moan and screamed

“I’m cumming. I’m cumming, fuck me, drive your hot finger in my ass. Oh,

fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk. I erupted shortly thereafter.

Afterwards she said “it was great, we can’t make it a habit: I’m married

and got three children but I think we could get together at another

time and place. I still owe you my pantyhose and you owe me eating the

crotch of them. Don’t push me at anytime and I will leave you know when.

It could be a day or a week, it could be a year. Be content and think

of someday in the future.”  With that she kissed me and left.

I saw her numerous times in the library  but never made any overatures

or any wisecrack remarks. I wanted her again and just had to wait. I am

divorced but I wasn’t lacking getting pussy. She was just so different.

Where my exwife was a redhead she was blonde. Where my wife was tall,

she was short. She weighted about 118, my wife about 142. Whenever I saw

her she just smiled or suggested a certain book or tape to use.One day

after my being absent for about a week I was in the library when she

approached me in the fiction section and said” Rod, I need to see you

tonight if possible. I have been waiting three days for you to come in.”

I said “meet me at 9:00 at the end of the lot.” At 9 pm she was there,

got in my car and we drove again to a deserted spot. She said” Rod, the

first time you said you wanted to eat the crotch out of my pantyhose but

I had none on, tonight you get your wish. Put your hand up my skirt.”

I felt her pantyhose covering her legs and thighs and in her pussy area

she had on a pair of lace panties covering her pantyhose. She said “you

can eat both my lace panties and my pantyhose. Bring me off with your

tongue and you will experience one of the best blowjobs you ever had,

and I will swallow all your creamy cum.”  Once again I got down between

her legs and with her nylon clad legs spread wide I started licking

her panties which were pulled snug up against her pantyhose crotch.

I could smell the female aroma drifting from her crotch area. It set my

hormones rushing. “Carolee, you pussy smells so sexy, the aroma is driving

me horny. Do all pantyhose come with “essemce of sweet cunt perfume.”

Replying she said “everyday for the last three days I have thought of you

and before I came to work I fingered my pussy till it was sopping wet

just to get the aroma of my cunt in my panties and pantyhose for you.

In fact one day I frigged myself so hard I popped my pussy right then

and there. Lick me harder and I will come off for you. Oh, Rod, your

tongue feels so good and drives me wild. Quick remove my sexy red lace

panties, I am getting there and I want your tongue as close as possible.”

In a flash her panties were off and I was licking on the crotch of her

white nylon pantyhose. “Im cumming, oh Rod, I’m cumming, harder with your

tongue, drive me wild, oh it feels so good. What a great cunt lapping you

gave me.” A minute later she said “now you.” I got up in the seat and she

took her panties and hung them on the rearview mirror. “Since it’s dark

and hard to see look at my cunt wet panties of fine lace and think of

my pussy in them while I blow your stem off.” She went down on me and I

thought a meat grinder was on my cock. She reached up and grabbed the red

panties off the mirror and massaged my balls with them while sucking on

my pipe. She twisted, pulled and slurped that thing ninty nine different

ways and I was hoping to learn the hundreth way when my cock erupted.

“Oh, oh, I’m cumming, oh chew my cock, oh, suck my load out of me, oh

swallow my cream. Oh fuck me with your mouth. Work my balls with your

lace cunt smelling aroma panties Oh! Oh!” and I was drained. Two minutes

later she asked”do you want to fuck me or watch me jerk my pussy off.”

I said “I am to pooped to pop but would love to watch you finger fuck

yourself.” She sat there, lifted her rearend up off the seat and removed

her pantyhose. With her legs spread apart facing me,she slowly fingered

herself into a real screaming orgasm.  All the time she had been fingering

herself she was saying the most obscene sexy things imaginable. I felt

sorry for her husband who had this firecracker and was leaving it slip

into my hands. She just needed attention. Finishing I told her she could

wear garterbelts and stockings if they were more comfortable. She said

she preferred to wear them and I said I preferred to see her in them.

I said the only reason I ever mentioned pantyhose was because most women

wore them in this day and age. She said not her or her daughters, who

both wore garterbelts when they wore hosiery.

       I was seduced yesterday, and I just have to tell someone about it!

   His name is Fred. We work together.

       I am thirty-six and married, with two children. Fred is twenty-three,

   single, and a real dreamboat, with wavy brown hair, big blue eyes and a

   well-shaped, muscular body. We have been flirting ever since he started

   working with me about four months ago.

       We’ve been having lunch together nearly every day for a couple of

   weeks. Yesterday we got our day’s work done early. Over lunch he asked me

   if I would like to join him in his apartment for a drink. After we arrived

   at his place, I excused myself to the bathroom while he made the drinks.

   While inside the bathroom I slipped out of my panties and sprayed perfume

   on the insides of my thighs.

       We sat close to each other on the couch and sipped our drinks. We

   chatted while sipping, but mostly we just stared nervously into each

   other’s eyes. He knew that I loved my husband, but he also knew that I

   was incredibly turned on by him. His face was full of desire and this made

   me even more aroused. Thoughts of adultery fluttered through my brain.

   My expression must have told him that I’d soon be his, because as soon as

   I finished my drink, he leaned over and kissed me. I responded eagerly

   with my tongue, and we began touching each other.

       Fred slipped his hand under my dress. I gently parted my legs so he

   could get at me. When he found that I was wearing nothing underneath,

   he moaned. His finger slipped inside my pussy, and I let out a soft

   whimper. Soon he had my blouse undone and his hot lips were on my neck

   and shoulders. I told him I wanted to do it in the bedroom, and he picked

   me up in his arms. On the way inside, I whispered in his ear that I wanted

   him to eat my pussy before he fucked me. I tingled from my belly to my

   knees when he replied that ever since he had met me he’d wondered what

   I tasted like.

       We undressed each other, and I finally got to touch his stiff cock.

   He fondled my breasts, then began kissing his way down to my pussy. While

   his hands gently caressed my hips and ass, his lips and tongue worked on

   my thighs and mons, moving slowly toward my inner lips. Finally, his

   tongue opened me, and he began to lick my pussy. I spread my legs farther,

   offering my entire pussy to his mouth. I never feel so beautiful as when

   a man’s face is between my legs.

       Fred swallowed all the cum I had to offer him. I couldn’t stop moaning

   as his tongue ventured farther and farther into me.

       He started licking my hard little clit with his agile tongue. He did

   this rapidly, but ever so gently. As he worked on me, my thoughts wandered

   to the night before last, when my husband ate me out for an hour. Fred

   brought me to the brink several times, but eased off, allowing the sexual

   tension to build. By then I was pleading for him to make me cum.

       His hands were under my ass, and I was humping his face furiously,

   but he kept on gently licking my clit, sending me higher and higher.

   Everyone in the building must have heard me crying out when the glorious

   orgasm finally made my body tremble.

       Fred was on top of me in an instant. With one thrust he was all the

   way in. It was simply heavenly! He was close to cumming almost right

   away. I didn’t mind because I knew he’d be able to get it up again within

   minutes. I love young men! He started grunting and groaning, as his cum

   spurted into me.

       All my other infidelities have been brief;usually just one-time

   encounters. Now it looks as though I’ll have Fred for my regular lover.

     It was a beautiful sunny day in Gloryville.  I remember the hot

summer sun shining on the vast ocean which lay before me.  I remember

thinking that nothing could be more beautiful than the Gloryville town

beach that day, but I was wrong.

     About midday, I saw her.  I saw her walking along the beach with

a light summer shawl around her waist.  She was far away, but I could

see the sun shining on her golden blonde hair as if she had a halo.

As she walked down the beach towards me, she stopped for a moment to

talk briefly with each person she passed.  After what seemed like an

eternity she reached the spot where I was tanning.  I tried to pretend

not to notice her arrival, but it didn’t work.

     “Beautiful day,” she said.  “I sometimes wish every day was like

this.”

     The sound of her voice reminded me of a small bird I heard

singing earlier in the day.  The sun was still shining brilliantly

behind her.  I could barely make out her face through the glare.

     “Well, man does not live on bread alone,” I said foolishly.

     Suddenly, she seemed very interested in what I had to say.  I

propped myself up onto my elbow and for the first time I saw her face.

She was strikingly beautiful.  She was the kind of girl that you had

to look at twice to make sure you weren’t seeing things.  When she

turned away for a moment, I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t

dreaming.  My eyes wondered down from her face to her small, but

perfect breasts.  It was as if they were speaking to me.  “Hello.  We

are her breasts.”  I thought.  Before I could finish my lustful gaze

of her assets, she spoke to me again.

      “I’ve run out of lotion Do you have any that I could borrow?”

She asked politely.

      I fumbled though my things and came up with a half used bottle

of sunblock.  I held it out to her, but she simply turned around.

      “Would you mind rubbing some on my back?  I feel a burn coming

on,” she said calmly.

      Actually, I did mind.  I was suddenly very defensive.  I was

hoping to spend a nice quiet day alone.  I said nothing.  I began to

massage the sunblock on her smooth white back.  The smell of the sand

and the surf had combined with her perfume and her hairspray.  I was

becoming more and more aroused by her.

      I began to think about the argument I had with my wife hours

before.  I just needed to get out of the house for a while.  I came to

the beach hoping to straighten things out in my head.  I wasn’t really

sure what I felt about her.  I began to wonder whether or not I had

ever loved my wife.  She changed somehow after our marriage, but I

couldn’t put my finger on what it was that was different.  All I knew

was that I had to get away for a while.

      I gently rubbed the sunblock on her side.  As my hand rose up

and down, I brushed against the side of her breasts.  She shivered

ever so slightly as I rubbed the cold sunblock on her bare skin.  For

a long time, we both laid in the blistering sun.  Finally, she got up

and said, “lets go swimming!”

      I looked at her lustfully and said, “no, I’d rather stay here.”

      She mistook my lustful gaze as sadness and wrapped her arm

around me.  “Do you want to talk about it?”  she asked

compassionately.

      “No!”  I screamed.  “Lets go swimming.”

      We spent the next few minutes in the cold shallow water of the

ocean.  We had a fantastic time together.  We splashed, laughed, and

playfully teased each other.  After we had worn each other out, we

headed for the sand.  As we walked back to our spot, I noticed her

beautiful limbs.  She had quite long legs.  They were muscular, but

just enough to make them firm and sexy.  She was absolutely wonderful.

A work of art.

      Suddenly, the weather began to change.  The sun hid its face

behind a cloud that resembled a python.  I began to think about my

wife again.  We had some really good times together.  As the sun

lowered itself behind the water it began to get a bit cold.

      “Do you like to dance?”  she asked excitedly.

      I hadn’t danced a step in fifteen years.  “Love it,” I said.

      “Great.  I know this excellent little club in town.  Would you

like to go?” She asked.  She waited for a response, but it seemed she

already knew my answer.

      I met her at the entrance to the club.  She had changed into a

sexy red dress.  It flattered her petite figure.  Tight around the

waist, and stretched to accentuate her chest.  I was really feeling

guilty.  I had hoped she hadn’t seen me so I could just leave and

forget about the whole day.

      “John! John!” She shouted.  She saw me.

      The club was very extravagant.  Drinks were $7.00 a whack!  She

insisted that she pay for everything.  We danced to every song.  She

was tireless.  Every once in a while I began to enjoy myself in spite

of my guilt.  The last song was for couples only.  She pulled me to

the middle of the dance floor and we danced cheek to cheek as though

we were lovers.  I think she wanted me to kiss her, but she could wait

for me no longer.  She kissed me passionately on the lips as though we

were the only two people in the room.  It was a long slow sensuous

kiss.  The kind of kiss that I had only dreamed about in the past.  My

thoughts turned to my wife once again.  What would she think of me if

she had ever known about this?  How could I face her in the morning?

We kissed again and again until the very last note of the song echoed

into the darkness.

      “Let’s go to my place,” she whispered.

      I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.  I followed her to the

parking lot where a limousine awaited us.  We got into the limo and

the driver peeled away from the club into the darkness of the night.

Her hands were all over me as we kissed passionately time and time

again.  It was so wonderful.  She placed my hand on her right breast

and as if instinctually I began to caress it gently.  I thought of the

first time I kissed my wife.  She was so young and we were so

innocent.

      The long black limousine pulled up to a large mansion.  The

place was dark save a small light above the main entrance.  As she

walked in front of the house and into the dim light, she looked very

plain, her hair was no longer shining.  Her dress was so tight that

she had trouble just walking to the door.

      “Well.  Are you coming?” She demanded.

      By now I was completely overtaken by my guilt.  I felt a sharp

pain arise in my gut.  I could not think straight.  All I knew was

that I wanted her.  I followed her into the house where she

disappeared into the maze of rooms.

      “Would you like a drink?”  She called.

      “No.  Listen I’d better go.  I don’t feel right about this,” I

shouted after her.

      She returned to my view wearing a skimpy black lace teddy

inlayed with dragon patterns which barely covered her privates.

“Dragons!”  I thought.  The ache in my gut grew stronger.  I had to

stop this madness at once.

      “No.  No.  I can’t.  I’m… I’m…married!!!!”  I screamed

hopelessly.

      “Married!”  She laughed.  “Come on now do I look that naive?”

      We walked hand in hand to the bedroom.  Along the way I noticed

old weapons hanging at various locations along the long candlelit

hallway.  Frightening thoughts of torture came to mind.  I was afraid.

My life would never be right again after this day.

      We laid on the bed and kissed each other passionately once

again.  This time our tongues lashed out at each other like wild

animals just let out of their cage.  My mouth found it’s way down to

her small breasts, I heard her sigh with pleasure as my teeth tugged

at her nipples.  A moment before our two bodies became one, I let out

a scream at the top of my lungs “MARIE!!!!”  That is my wife’s name.

      I opened my eyes and the bright red sun blinded me.  It took a

few moments before I could see again.  Eventually, I realized that I

was still on the beach.  I had fallen asleep on the beach!  It was all

just a dream.  I felt the guilt in my gut once more.  I felt I should

be punished in some way for even having such thoughts.

      Before I could catch my breath again, I saw the most beautiful

blonde coming in my direction.

     “Beautiful day,” she said.  “I sometimes wish everyday was like

this.”

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.

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 altho