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House Guest

By: jgrdnrls24



My life hadn't been the greatest, until I won a lawsuit that left me very well off for the rest of my life. I decided to leave my Midwest home and head west to start a new life. I ended up in Las Vegas; I guess the bright lights stopped me from going any further. I found a nice house, probably a little big for just myself, 4 bedrooms, 3 baths, and a full basement, but it was what I had always dreamed of owning.

I had been in Vegas for about 6 months when my mom called to talk, like she usually did about once a week. She told me that Mike and Jessica, some people that I use to work with, were planning on going to Vegas for their vacation. I handed talked to the two of them for quite a while, we had had a disagreement and had stopped talking. I told my mom to tell them that if they wanted they could stay with me and use one of my cars while they were here, that way they could save some of there money for gambling or gifts. She told them that she would talk to them and get back with me. About three days later my phone rang and it was Mike. We started with the normal chit chat and then the offer of him and his girlfriend, Jessica, staying at my house came up. I told him that they were more than welcome to stay with me since I had the room and they could use my car. We finalized all the arrangements and I waited for the day that they would arrive.

The day had finally arrived for Mike and Jessica to arrive. I headed for the airport and parked so that I could go in and meet them. I arrived at the gate as the plane was starting to unload. I watched passenger after passenger get off the plane until I saw Mike making his way out of the door and start heading towards me, he hadn't really changed since the last time I saw him. As I looked over his shoulder I could see Jessica emerge from the doorway, my jaw almost hit the floor when I saw her. The last time I saw her she was a little heavyset, short hair and a bad case of acne, and rarely wore makeup. Now she was slim, with long hair, and her acne was gone. Her makeup was done perfectly, not too trashy, just enough to accent her natural beauty. She had on the tightest pair of jeans that I had ever seen and a little mid drift shirt that showed off her flat stomach and her large breast. As they walked up to me I greeted them and shook both their hands. We made our way to the baggage claim and then out the door to my car.

Things were pretty quiet on the ride home but I didn't mind because all I was thinking about was Jessica as I watched her through the rear view mirror. We arrived at my place and headed in. I gave them the grand tour and then let them go off and settle into their room. That evening I took the two of them out for dinner so that we could talk and maybe try and work our differences out. Jessica looked amazing, wearing a very short tight mini skirt and skin tight shirt. I took them to a nice restaurant and we sat down and ate and talked the evening away. We had seemed to have worked out our differences but all I could think about was Jessica as she sat there in her mini skirt and kept uncrossing and then crossing her legs, giving me just a small peek, almost teasing me.

For the next few days the two of them would go out all day and night while I would usually stay home and just watch television. Then one night Mike was ready to head out but Jessica was not with him. I asked him where she was and he told me that she wasn't feeling good so she was going to stay here while he went out. About an hour after he had left I was sitting on the couch watching television when I heard something behind me. As I turned around I saw Jessica heading down the stair in her short little silk robe. She came around and sat on the couch with me 

and began watching television with me. We sat there in silence for a while and then I asked her if she was feeling better, she told me yes, figured that she had just be out doing too much partying and needed the rest. As we sat there I started noticing as she moved around on the couch that she wasn't wearing anything under her robe. On a few occasions one of her nipples would slip into view and once I could see her bald pussy.

Trying to sit there and concentrate on what was on television plus trying to conceal the hard on that was stirring in my pants was getting hard to do and I think she was noticing. The movie had ended and I got up to get something to drink for the two of us. As I returned to the couch I nearly dropped the drinks when I found her completely naked stretched out on the couch. My eyes just moved up and down her body, taking the view in. As I got to the couch she grabbed the drinks from my hands and set them on the table. I just stood there unable to move or say anything. 

As I stood there Jessica reached up and began to undo my pants. My pants quickly dropped to the floor and my underwear was following closely behind. There I stood with my eight inch cock standing straight up with Jessica looking in amazement at it. As she reached up and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock she told me that she wanted to say thank you for letting them stay at my place. Just as a started to tell her that she was welcome, she swallowed my entire cock down her throat. I moaned something but not really sure what it was. In all my sexual encounters I had never found a girl that could swallow my entire cock but she was taking it like it was nothing. Jessica's mouth was working wonders on my cock. I grabbed her long hair and began pulling her face against me, forcing my cock down her throat. I could feel the cum building and she could sense that I was ready to let loose. She took my cock deep down her throat and used her tongue on my cock in ways that I had never felt before. Within seconds I was shooting my load down her throat. She swallowed every last drop and then sucked on my cock for another minute making sure that she got all of my cum.

Once she had released my cock from her mouth I sat on the couch next to her and pulled my pants the rest of the way off and then took my shirt off. I leaned over and began to passionately kiss her as my hands found their way to her tits. I rubbed and squeezed on her nipples until they were poking out about an inch. I pulled my mouth away from hers and slowly made my way down to her tits, sucking on her nipples one at a time and then taking both of them in my mouth. As I started kissing my way down her stomach she leaned back on the couch. I made my way to her bald pussy and took a second to just take in the view. Once I had taken in the view it was time to get down to work. I slowly began to kiss the insides of her legs and then made my way around her pussy. Every time I would get close to her pussy she would start to arch her back in anticipation. After a few minutes of teasing her she couldn't take anymore and grabbed my head and pulled my mouth to her pussy. Her pussy tasted like no other and her aroma was intoxicating. My tongue made its way directly to her clit and I licked and sucked on it gently, rolling it around with my tongue. She moaned softly as I sucked her clit. The faster I licked her clit the louder her moans got. Her juices were really starting to flow so I inserted a finger into her pussy, slowly sliding it in and out. The louder her moans got the harder I sucked on her clit and the faster I moved my finger in and out of her pussy. Jessica started to scream and then pulled my face into her pussy as her orgasm started running through her body. I licked up as much of her juices as possible as she slowly came down form her orgasm high.

I sat up and just watched her as she got up off the couch and then got on her knees in front of me. She slowly started sucking on my cock, bringing it back to life. Once she had gotten my cock hard and wet she stood up, turned her back to me and then slowly sat down on my lap, guiding my cock into her pussy. Her pussy was very tight and wet; I slid in with ease from her moisture. Her pace started slow as she slid up and down my cock. As she started to quicken her pace she leaned back against me and I began squeezing her tits with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. The faster I rubbed her clit the faster she rode my cock. Within minutes she was cumming all over my cock, collapsing back on me. I wasn't done and she wasn't either.

I moved her to her knees on the couch leaning over the back and slowly guided my cock into her pussy from behind. I went straight to pounding her pussy as hard as I could grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to me as I thrust my cock into her. Jessica was screaming with pleasure as orgasm after orgasm swept over her body. Feeling a little bold I reached my hand under her and began rubbing my thumb against her pussy, getting her juices all over. I pulled my hand back up and slowly began to slide my thumb into her ass. She flinched at first but the more I slid my thumb in the more she relaxed and started getting into it. As I pounded her pussy with my cock I continued to finger her ass. 

After about fifteen minutes she turned and looked at me with a wicked smile on her face. She reached around behind her and grabbed my cock, pulling it out of her pussy and then positioning it at the entrance to her ass. I had attempted to fuck other girls in the ass but none of them could handle it. I just looked at her with a smile on my face as I slowly started to push the head of my cock into her ass. As I got the head in she winced with pain, but then relaxed, so I slowly began to push my cock into her ass more. After I would get another inch or so into her I would stop to let her ass get use to me. Once my cock was completely in her I waited for a minute before I started to slide it in and out slowly. I couldn't believe the feel of having my cock in her ass; it was like nothing I had ever felt. As I began moving my cock in and out of her ass she started letting out moans of pleasure. Her hand reached down and began to rub her clit as I fucked her ass. I could feel my orgasm starting to build so I quickened my pace. Jessica rubbed her clit faster as she felt her own orgasm coming on also. I quickly pulled my cock out of her ass and shot my cum all over her ass as she screamed from her own orgasm. 

My cock hadn't gotten soft just yet so I slowly guided it back into her ass. I pounded her ass hard and fast as she moaned from the pleasure. I grabbed Jessica and laid her on her back on the couch, grabbed her legs up over my shoulders and pushed my cock back into her ass. As I fucked her ass I inserted two fingers into her pussy and fucked her with my fingers. Jessica was going crazy as I fucked both her holes. She was squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples, thrashing her head around in pleasure. I could feel another orgasm coming on and she sensed it. Jessica pushed me back and quickly jumped up and grabbed my cock. Slowly she began pumping my cock with her hand and then took me deep into her mouth. She sucked me long and slow until I was ready to cum. As I began to shoot my load she pulled my cock from her mouth and aimed it at her tits, smearing my cum all over her tits.

The two of us just sat there in each others arms for a few minutes before getting up and heading for the showers. Once we had both cleaned up we headed back downstairs and sat on the couch. This time she was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Within the hour Mike came in from his night out and sat on the couch with us and gave Jessica a kiss. As we all sat there watching television Jessica and I couldn't help but to flash each other looks. For the rest of their stay Jessica had a couple of other days were she "wasn't feeling good."

House Guest



It took a lot of planning, but my wife had worked on a 30 year reunion of her high school mates from when they had a large group that spent a summer in Italy. There were about 30 or 40 people spread around the world and their mentor had remained close but was in failing health. So my wife Ann and her friend Sue had planned for a year to have whoever could come for a weekend of parties in honor of their ailing friend. About 25 of those 40 people were planning to come and 3 of them were planning on staying at our house.

After months of phone calls, organizing and arranging, Ann's plan was coming to fruition and I was just playing along and trying to play good host and good husband over the weekend. Some of these people I had met over the years and many I hadn't. And even many coming Ann and Sue hadn't seen since high school 30 years ago. So they were all excited to see some long-lost friends and once the party started with people Friday, there were tears of joy and screaming about their lives and recapturing the fun of their youth.

One of the women staying with us was Gwen. She was apparently rather wild at the time, given the stories I heard from others as they were remembering—some with different details than others—their experiences in Italy. There was some partner swapping and 'hooking up' with some of the locals, and by many accounts, Gwen was an active participant in many of these escapades.

She was still quite stunning now at 48 years old. Raven-haired, curvy and still exuding the sexuality that she must have had then, now with maturity and experience that made her even more sensual. I was vicariously enjoying some of the more bawdy stories the women told, of how they picked up some local guys and showed them a good time. And as the Friday evening moved on, the stories got more detailed and it was quite funny how each person recalled a slightly different version of some of the events.

They had planned on going out about 9 pm to a club near our house, and some of the 25 people who were supposed to come were going to meet the group there. I was not planning on attending this event to stay with our kids. So about 10 pm, the kids were asleep and I was cleaning up the kitchen. I didn't expect people home until well after midnight, and by 11, I was up in our bedroom just lying on the bed watching TV in my boxers. I heard someone come in and come up the stairs and go into the guest room. I didn't expect anyone to come home that early and then after a moment, I heard the toiled flush and then a gentle knock on our door, which was just ajar.

Gwen peeked her head in and asked if she could come in a moment. She was wearing a rather short night shirt/shorts combo thing...

"Hey Gwen...come on in. How come you're home early?"

"Hey Bob...sorry to intrude. I just wasn't feeling too well, and had to bail on the party just a bit early."

"Can I get you anything?"

"No thanks...I'm ok...I just wasn't feeling up to a late night and took a cab home. I can't quite party like I used to, you know...I thought I might turn in early"

"Sure sounds like you used to know how to have fun, according to some of those stories I heard."

"That was a long time ago...don't believe all those things you heard."

She sat on the edge of the bed and we were both quiet for a moment watching the news.

"Thanks for having all of us at your house Bob. I'm sure it's a drag to have all these people invading your home for a weekend," she said after a time.

"Oh sure...it's really no big deal. Ann and Sue did all the planning. I'm just the hired help."

"You guys have a lovely home. I'm glad to stay here rather than a hotel."

"Thanks. Happy to have you here. Did you bring your husband?"

"No, I've been widowed for about 3 years now. He died from a heart attack rather suddenly."

"I'm sorry Gwen...I had forgotten that. He was young then to die from a heart problem.."

"Yeah...it was quite sudden. He wasn't sick or anything. I really struggled for a while. I still miss him, but I've been able to move on, as they say one should. Stages of grief and all that shit..."

"So you live alone then?"

"Yep...afraid so. It's hard to be a single woman again, after years of having a partner and friend like I had with Bill."

"I just can't imagine." 

Gwen seemed sad all of a sudden, no doubt memories of her time with her husband coming back to her. I wasn't sure if she wanted to talk about this or if she just wanted to talk to someone about anything else.

"Yeah...we were life mates. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to move on after he died. But time does heal, as trite as that sounds and as many times as I heard that, it is true. One does move on and things get better. There are hard times though, still and I'm sure will always be."

"No doubt...it must have been quite a struggle to get over the loss of your spouse." I offered, still not really sure if she wanted to talk about this sadness, or what.

"There's a lot I miss about him. And it is really a drag trying to get back into the dating game after all this time."

"I'm sure things are really quite different than they used to be."

"You got that right. Now there's e-dating, texting, facebook, and all that tech stuff...I'm not real good at that. I'm still a bit old-fashioned I guess. I'd rather meet and talk to someone, normal like..."

"Yeah...we're trying to understand how young people manage these days..."

It seemed like she just wanted to talk a bit, and the crowd scene from the reunion was a bit more than she was wanting to do in spite of being around lots of her friends.

"It's doubly hard seeing all these old school folks in their happy lives now...makes me just a bit lonely even after all these years..." Gwen said, wringing her hands together.

"From what I've heard Gwen, there's lots of folks from your old days that have their fair share of problems."

"Yeah...perhaps you're right about that. I haven't been in touch with many people from those old days."

"Have you met anyone else since your husband died? A man that is..." I asked, since she seemed to be lonely and wanted to talk.

"Not really...a couple dates. But that's it. I haven't been with a man, you know sexually, in three years," Gwen said, plainly and without any embarrassment. It was just a frank statement. But as she said this, her hand wringing became more of an absent stroking of her thigh. Suddenly the ball game on television that I was glancing at wasn't that interesting anymore.

"That must be a drag..."

"You got that right. We used to do it all the time...going from that to nothing ain't fun."

"I sure don't want to imagine that scenario."

The conversation was getting a bit more filled with sexual overtones and definitely in an interesting direction.

"Do you and Ann do it a lot then?" Gwen asked, looking at the tv.

"Yeah...I guess a lot..."

"What's considered a lot these days?"

"2-3 times per week, I guess."

"Bill and I would have sex about every day. Well, not always sex, but something...we used to do lots of massages. They weren't always sexual but some kind of massage and touching was part of most of our days. I miss that touch...just touching another person can be so therapeutic, makes us connect as people."

"Sounds fun..." I began to get a bit of a stirring in my loins.

"Sometimes when one of us wasn't into it, then the other one would get the massage. It didn't always turn into something, but it was our way of connecting with each other."

"What else did you guys do?" I asked, now more interested in details.

"We'd sit and talk some days...drinking champagne...there wasn't always lots to say, but we'd just be near each other without all the normal daily distractions."

"Sounds like you guys had a special relationship...I am sorry for your loss Gwen."

"Thanks..."

I was just absently stretching my feet and rolling my ankles as we were talking, and my toes cracked a bit.

"Your feet bothering you Bob? I can do a pretty good foot massage you know..."

"Wow...if you're offering, I can hardly decline that."

She slowly reached out and pulled one foot to her lap and started rubbing my sore arches. Deep, firm strokes across my feet with very strong fingers.

"Gwen...that's awesome...my feet get so sore standing most of the day."

"You're welcome...you have very nice feet you know..."

"Thanks...feels great..."

"Got any lotion?" She reached up to the drawer of the bedside table and found the ubiquitous lotion I keep there.

"How'd you know there'd be some there?" I asked.

She just smiled and said, "most people have some lotion next to their bed...comes in handy for a variety of uses." Her comment was punctuated by a sly smile and squeezing out the white, cool lotion onto her hand and then resuming her massage of my feet.

"Wow...that feels incredible. You have great hands Gwen..."

"Feet can be very sensual, you know. The Chinese felt that there was a connection between the feet and the sexual energy."

"You don't say..."

"Sure...one of the body's meridians runs from the feet to the chi...the body's center of energy."

"Interesting...sure helps the sore feet," I said, trying to ignore the inkling of a stirring in my groin. I couldn't deny how good her hands felt on my sore feet and the slick slippery motion of her hands on my skin were unmistakably like some other slick stroking I so loved.

Gwen then pulled my other foot up to her and then sat between my feet, rubbing the arches of my feet and reapplying lotion to her hands with slow deliberate motion, knowing full well I think that I was intently watching her hands' every move. She kept one foot on the floor and sat Indian-style with her other knee bent.

I'm not sure from where she was sitting, but my boxers were getting a bit tight at the crotch and loose at the leg. I could imagine that she could see my crotch and balls from where she was sitting. And I looked up at her from the mesmerizing sight of her hands on my feet, covered with wet, slippery white lotion. She was really quite beautiful, raven hair hanging down her face and ending at the opening of her buttoned blouse. Her thighs were also spread apart and I couldn't quite see between her legs, but my imagination was filling in the details of the parts I couldn't see.

And with all this input, I just couldn't stop the erection from bobbing along as it progressed its merry way to completion, pointing straight up towards my stomach. Gwen seemed intent on her task of the very pleasurable foot massage. I wasn't sure if it was her suggestion of the connection with my sexual energy and the foot meridian or the incredibly sensual view of her creamy hands on my feet, but I was immensely turned on by now. I could just imagine her hands covered with lotion stroking my now very hard cock.

I caught a glimpse of Gwen looking up my legs, not sure if she was looking at my aching balls, or up at my cock tenting my shorts. But either way, she was getting a view of more than I was intending to show. I was just a bit embarrassed and said I was sorry, but I couldn't help getting turned on by her foot massage.

"Don't worry about that a bit Bob...it can be a very powerful connection...it's bound to happen..." Gwen said, acknowledging my erection without any sign of embarrassment. But I could definitely sense more than a bit of arousal on her part too, with a glassy look in her eyes, dilated a bit more than one would expect in the lighted room.

She continued to rub one foot, then the other, softly pulling on toes, massaging the arches and finding sore spots that I didn't know I had.

"I didn't realize how sore my feet really were..."

"Our feet can take a beating standing all day..."

For another wonderful 10 minutes or so, she kept rubbing my feet and I kept willing my erection down. But it was not to be. Her touch so aroused me and the sight of her hands on my skin and her hair cascading over her shoulders and her bare thighs against my legs were just too much sensory input to overcome. I just couldn't get the image of her hands stoking my cock so that my come were coating her hands instead of that lotion. That image persisted and surely contributed to my aching erection.

"How long has it been Bob?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, since you last had an orgasm?" she asked, still stroking my feet but now plainly looking at my raging cock.

"It's been a few days now...with all the preparations you know...been sort of busy around here."

"Poor thing...a man shouldn't have to go long without some release..."

Her foot massage became more of a caressing and more along my ankles and calves. I'm sure if she even so much as touched my cock I would explode in seconds.

"Just a bit of a dry spell...happens every once in while..."

"Haven't you even taken care of yourself?"

"Well...no, not really..."

"You can now if you want..."

I wasn't sure what to say...I was so achingly hard and needing to come. It had been days with all the preparations, and I just didn't masturbate to take the pressure off. Now some serious pressure had built up in the last 45 minutes...

"Really Bob...it's ok...I understand..."

"You mean you want to watch?"

"Why yes...I'd like to, if you wouldn't mind. It's been a long time since I've seen a man erect...I'd be most obliged if you'd let me watch you pleasure yourself..."

I thought for a minute...what's the harm in that? I was still watching her hands stroke my legs and I was so hard and so turned on...

I lifted my hips and pulled my boxers up and over my cock and the Gwen reached up and helped remove them from my legs.

"Oh my Bob...that's a wonderful cock...so big...so hard..." her voice took on more of a whisper than before. Just the sound of her voice and the word 'cock' out of her mouth was so arousing, as if I needed more than I already had. I was ready to burst and I hadn't even been touched yet.

I took the shaft of my cock in my hand and just squeezed, so as not to erupt just yet.

I looked up at Gwen and she was transfixed to the sight of my now exposed cock, and in fact I was laying completely naked on the bed with her fully clothes sitting at the foot of the bed. Her hands now just on automatic and absently caressing my legs as I started to stroke my cock.

"Don't come just yet Bob...I know you're close...just let me savor this...it's been so long since I've been able to see a lovely sight such as this..." her voice barely audible...her eyes now filled with lust.

I slowly stroked my cock still, watching her hands on my legs, inching a bit higher, now to my knees.

"I suppose this is only fair..." Gwen said, taking her hands from my legs and unbuttoning her nightshirt, pulling it off her shoulders exposing her lovely breasts. God, they were lovely...not large, but perfectly shaped and with only the slightest sag and topped with small, tight nipples, very erect.

Her hands cupped underneath her breasts and held them in her hands, feeling their weight and it was my turn to gasp a bit, wishing I were those hands.

"You look beautiful Gwen...so beautiful...you have lovely breasts...I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out..."

"I know...it's been a while and you've been hard now for a while...just a bit more though, ok? Please..."

"I'll try..."

"It's so very sexy watching your hands on your cock...very private...very erotic...Bob..."

"Gwen...it's close..."

"I can tell...it's getting bigger...I can see it..." She put her hands on my thighs now, leaning closer to me, her breasts hanging down with such a tantalizing view. They were swaying softly as her body moved with mine. 

Her hands were now massaging my inner thighs, close to my balls, tightly pulled in to my body ready for release.

"Oh god...I'm gonna come...Gwen...gonna...." I moaned, pulling on my cock watching her breasts and body leaning towards me.

"Bob...let it go...come now baby...let me see you come..."

Then come I did, with force to shoot the first spurt up towards my neck and cheek, and I felt it land there with an audible splat, followed by another spurt close by and then again to my chest, then to my stomach, until the flow ebbed, dripping down my hand and fingers.

"Oh Bob...that was unbelievable...that was a strong come, wasn't it?"

Nod.

"Wow...amazing...I loved that...I'm sure that felt good, didn't it?"

"Holy shit did that feel good..."

"Long time between coming isn't good for you, you know."

"I know..."

"That shot so far..." Gwen said, reaching up to my neck and scooping up drops of come running down my cheek and neck and bringing them slowly to her mouth after inhaling deeply. "I love the smell of a man's come...and you taste so good too...it's been way too long..."

"That's' very sexy you know..."

"What is?"

"This...seeing you partly naked, tasting my come and hearing your sexy voice..."

"Yeah...I suppose it is..."

"What about you?" I asked, still holding my hard, wet cock.

"It was so sexy watching you Bob...people will come home soon...I'd better get back to my room. I'll have to take care of myself later though. I'm so wet and I don't want to do anything to hurt my friend."

"You're probably right...thanks though. This was a real treat. I didn't expect this."

"Neither did I. I hope you're not mad at me..."

"No...probably a good idea to keep this to ourselves, don't you think?"

"That's definitely so...good night Bob." She stood and leaned up to me and softly kissed my cheek that had previously been dripping with come. "Mmmmm....so good."

"Good night Gwen. See you tomorrow."

Quite the odd turn of events...but not as odd as what happened the next night...



House Guest



Driving slowly down the street in a light rain I took my time taking my normal trip back home from work. I am a part time receptionist for a construction / contracting company. I can't lie it wasn't my first choice but the only thing I was able to get at the time in our area and it does give me a decent amount of time off. Since I only work for a few hours three days out of the week I do have a lot of free time which I enjoy. Sadly my husband works nights so we only really get to spend any real time together on his days off. 

Before I continue let me explain a bit about myself. My name is Marisa Johnson. I'm 26 and have been married now to my husband William for nearly four years now. Been wonderful except for the work problem. Feel in love with him pretty quickly and he was even the one to take my virginity. We get along well enough but for some arguments now and then. As far as my looks go I'm a redhead with blue eyes and very pale white skin. Friends used to tease me about being so white I was almost transparent. Down side is I burn easily but love the freckles I have from being so pale. I am proud of my strong and pretty well shaped legs. I'm not that tall, only 5'6" and around 150lbs. The only thing I think I would change about myself is my chest. I have a natural 36DD bra size and all too often it's what guys tend to stare at. More so since I often catch most of the guys who work for the company staring at them as they pass through the office are or the few times I go out to work sites to drop things off that were forgotten or needed. Not to mention some of the men are just out of prison for minor crimes who haven't been around a woman for several months or even a couple of years. Granted I guess I can't blame them since my breasts are hard to miss even when I try to hide them under clothes. 

The one down side to where I work is since the economy has gone done so has the need for my companies type of work. Even in a large town as we are in. Nearly big enough to be a small city in reality. When we were once so busy we had work backed up now we can just barely keep everyone working. Sadly several of the employees had to be laid off because there just wasn't enough work. One I remember very well because he used to flirt with me constantly when he was around the office was Darnell. I took it all in fun and we did get along well, having lunch together several times in the break room while he was around. Darnell is a younger black guy at 25 years old. Tall compared to me at 6'2" and well built since he told me the other times he was in prison he had little else to do but light weights or play sports. Not a bad looking guy I guess, a little on the dark side of skin color. The only problem I had with him with his speech which was more on the "ghetto" slang than anything else. Sometimes I had a hard time understanding everything he said like when I first met him he called me a "snow bunny." I didn't know what that meant until he explained it was a term for white women and fit me perfectly because I am "so damn white."

Darnell had worked for us for before but get arrested on a minor drug possession charge. Not being the first time he was in jail for slightly over half a year before being let out. I only knew that because he walked in this morning while I was there. Was looking down at my computer screen when I heard a familiar voice call out to me. Looking up I saw Darnell standing there smiling at me. He had stopped in to see if there was any chance of getting his old job back but sadly we weren't hiring even former employees right now. Darnell had just come from speaking with my boss and was informed we couldn't do it. He was a bit down but told me everything would be fine. Standing up I gave him a big hug wishing him the best and just as normal I caught him trying to look down my top. Giving him a look he smiled at me again.

"Yo, what can I say girl?" Darnell said. "Been a long time since I seen a woman." This actually made me blush slightly. Before he left I told him to keep in touch and if he needed anything just let me know. Had no idea that the offer of a favor and my feeling bad for him would eventually lead me and change my life in a way I never considered for a split second.

Stopping at the store to pick up a few items I continued my trip home. Pulling out of the parking lot I proceeded down the road for several miles when something caught my eye on the side of the road. There in the rain was walking a black man with a bag on his back. Looking in my mirror as I passed by it took but a moment to notice his face. It was Darnell! Quickly pulling over to the side of the road I sat there waiting for him to approach the car. He obviously had no idea who was in the car as he paid no attention while he walked around to go past me. Pressing the button to lower the passenger side window I called out his name as he walked past it. I actually saw him jump slightly in surprise. Turning to look at the car he peered in to see who it was, smiling when he saw me. 

"If it ain't Mrs J." he said sticking his head in. I asked him what he was doing out here? "Just walkin" he told me. 

"In this weather?" I asked. "Come on get in the car Darnell I'll take you where you need to go instead." Darnell didn't waste any time opening the car door and hopping inside. Everything on him was wet. Once he was in I drove off again. Asking him where he was headed he didn't answer me and I could tell something wasn't right. 

"I ain't gonna lie to you Marisa" he began to explain. "I ain't got no place to go. My girl broke up wit me while I was in jail an said I ain't livin' wit her no more. I have no money to get a place myself. An I have no job to get any right now. So, I was hopin' to find a place to stay 'til I got somethin' better. If you can just drop me off there's a shelter a few miles down this road."

I wasn't sure what to think but knew I couldn't just turn him off in the street or a shelter if I could help it. I said nothing for several minutes thinking as we sat there driving in silence. Darnell broke it as he pointed out where to turn for the temporary shelter. I told him I wasn't going to take him there. He asked me why not? I said that I wouldn't let someone I was friendly with stay in such a place if I could help it. So, he was going to stay with us in our house until he found a better suited place to go.

"I don't know what to say Marisa. Thank you for sure! But what 'bout Mr. J? Will he be down with that?" Darnell asked. I told him I would talk to my husband about it when we got home since he should be awake by then. That William should be fine with it but even if he wasn't I wouldn't give him a choice. I seldom put my foot down on things allowing for some give and take on both sides yet this was one I wouldn't take no for an answer. Darnell thanked me again but wanted to make sure this wouldn't start any problems between William and me. I assured him it would be fine.

Pulling into the driveway I got out of the car with Darnell and rushed into the house out of the rain. Stepping inside I asked Darnell if he had any dry clothing. He told me he didn't since all the stuff in his bag was wet too. As we were talking I heard my husband call out to me and walk towards our voices in the living room. Walking in William had a shocked look on his face to see a strange black man in our house. Excusing myself from Darnell I lead my husband upstairs to the bedroom to talk to him about the situation. He wasn't receptive at first to say the least. I insisted though telling him there was no way, not matter what William said, that I would going to turn him out onto the street. It did turn into a slight argument but I wouldn't back down until William finally gave in telling me it would be only until he was able to get a job and find another place. Smiling I dashed off to tell Darnell as William went to take a shower. When I informed Darnell about it he seemed to light up, thanking me again and saying he was sorry for any trouble he may have caused. 

Next bit of business was to take car of his wet clothing. Be both a taller and larger man than my husband I lead Darnell down to the basement of our small two story home where we have a little laundry room and den where my husband spent time with his friends or guests stayed while visiting. First pointing out the couch bed that I'll help pull out later on where he'll stay while he's with us I also told him to use our drier to dry his clothing. I'll be upstairs while he does and told him when he got dressed again to join us for dinner. Thanking me once again I started up the stairs when I heard him asking me if I played pool or it was for my husband as he pointed towards the pool table on the other side of the room near the TV. Laughing a little I told him I wasn't too good at it, William was the one who played in his free time with friends. Heading up the stairs I closed the door behind me. Few minutes later I could hear the dries running downstairs. When William finished his shower and got dressed for work he come downstairs to the first floor. Looking a little pissed he said he only wished I would have given him more notice on this. Telling him I had none to give he sat down on the couch to watch TV. 

When Darnell came up in his warm, dry clothes I started making dinner allowing the two boys to talk and get a little more used to each other. When I finished I called both of them in and we all had a nice meal together. After dinner William relaxed a little while longer before giving me a kiss goodbye and leaving for work. For the rest of the night me and Darnell talked and watched TV until we went our separate ways to bed. This is pretty much how the next week and a half went except for the couple of days William had off work. During the day while William was asleep I was either at work or cleaning the house with Darnell's help. He was as good as his word spending time everyday looking for work. We actually grew closer together getting to know more about one another. He we nice enough to listen to me bitch and moan about things when I wasn't in the best of moods. Which sadly were more often since William still wasn't 100% happy about having Darnell living right us and lead to a few arguments between us. 

Though it still would have been easier if he didn't use so much slang I quickly got used to that. So did William who spent some time playing pool and talking with Darnell in at least some small effort to know him a little better. Even with that my husband still wasn't too shy about trying to push me to have Darnell more out. Again, leading to some more disagreements between us. The only thing that took some getting used to was having another man in the house that I caught looking at my chest and other body parts. In reality Darnell was doing it even more than my husband though I guess I can't blame William since we've been together for a while and he has a very low sex drive; more so compared to mine.

As the second weekend of Darnell staying with us come around here I was early Friday afternoon getting ready for my night out with William. Had been looking forward to this as we planned on going out for a nice evening together. It was to celebrate the anniversary of our first date which we did every year for fun and tradition. Both of us had the day off from work but William still was in bed during the early afternoon as usual since he had worked the night before. Wanting to take a shower I had no desire to wake him up so I got my things together and went downstairs to the basement where we had our second bathroom. Darnell was gone, having borrowed my car to put in some job applications so I felt perfectly fine being down there. Turning on the shower I climbed in fully cleaning myself up. I also made sure to take my razor and shaved clean everything from my waist down, and yes I mean everything. Honestly haven't had any hair between my legs since before we got married. Finishing up I turned off the water, dried myself off and wrapped a towel around my body as I stood in front of the mirror fixing my hair and makeup. I was to busy to hear Darnell come home and down the stairs until it was too late. Opening the bathroom door I stepped out only to see him sitting on the couch bed with some papers in his hand. Looking up at me when I saw him I nearly jumped out of my skin grabbing the towel around me tightly. Darnell said he was sorry as he stared at my legs and chest. Blushing I rushed upstairs to get dressed. 

As I went through my closet I felt very embarrassed by what happened. Putting on a sexy pair of black lace panties and matching bra I then got my black lower thigh length skirt and a green v-neck shirt that shows off some cleavage. Along with my calf high black heeled boots. Wanted to look sexy for William tonight. As I walked out of the closet I notice William was already out of bed and could hear him talking downstairs. Finding him in the kitchen on the phone I could see he was really disgusted. When he hung up a couple minutes later he informed me that he had to get ready for work and we weren't going out tonight. I was left almost speechless. William said that his boss called and needed someone to cover since two other guys who do his job called out sick today. I was to say the least now pissed off. Yes, he would make some more money but we had plans! Asking him if he had told his boss he couldn't do it William said he hadn't because he was put on the spot and didn't want to leave him hanging. That made me even more pissed off, this time at my husband which lead to one of the few fights we have. Storming off William got dressed for work and had dinner without saying another word to me before leaving for work. The whole time Darnell was there watching or listening but keeping to himself. I sat sullen on the couch still dressed and made up for the evening as my husband left for work. No sooner had the headlights left the driveway then Darnell sat down next to me.

"Yo, have to tell you Marisa, you're lookin' hot tonight!" he said. Made me smile. "How 'bout me an you go out tonight instead?" Darnell asked. "You're dressed up for goin' out so we can go together. Maybe hit a club I ain't been to in a long time. Some dancin', drinkin', just some fun in a fly joint as friends."

I wasn't sure. Granted I was planning on a night out and was all dressed up to go. I have never been to a club either. And was still pissed as shit at William and his boss that I wasn't in any more mod to stay here than to go out.

"Shit girl, come on" he insisted. "Your hubby don't know what he's missin'. We can have a good time together you an me. Get a lil' drunk then come back to your crib an pass out. Yo, can forget your hubby for a night and get your party on."

"Why the fuck not!" I said standing up. "Lets go out and have a good time even if my husband's was an ass tonight." Darnell smiled at that as he jumped up. 

"Lets go girl!" he replied. Grabbing my bag we headed out to my car. Giving him the keys I let him drive since I had no idea where I was going. We drove for over a half an hour and through a somewhat iffy neighborhood before parking in the lot of a night club. Getting out of the car we walked inside to find loud music and a crowd of people. Looking around I found I was actually the only white person there which I can't lie made me feel a bit awkward. That being said we had a good time. Spent most of it drinking and dancing for nearly two hours. I really had more alcohol then he did but I didn't care, was having fun. The music they played would not have been my first choice I still had fun anyway. While dancing with Darnell he showed a propensity to get very close to me most of the time until he was rubbing against my body. He did for the most part not touch me in any place considered inappropriate except for my butt which he seldom shied from finding a reason to touch. Though by the time we left I was slightly drunk. I couldn't help but think about my husband and found myself getting more angry at him. Getting back home Darnell asked me if I was tired? I told him no.

"Good! Then why don't we go downstairs an play some pool or somethin'? Got nothin' to do and wanna see how bad you are at it." he said winking. I laughed telling him I was going to make a fool of myself. Walking down with him he set up the pool balls as I sat down to take off my boots. Walking over to him Darnell let me have the first try and it started as expected, badly. Then again so did the next several games as I predicted, I made a fool of myself showing how badly I played. Darnell did try to help me do better giving me tips and helping to guide me. Of course I couldn't help but notice him staring down my top when I leaned over or rubbing against my ass more than once. After losing the fifth game I said I had enough.

"Don't I get nothin' for winnin'?" he asked. I inquired as to what he wanted. Darnell walked over to me until he was close up. "How 'bout a kiss?" he said. I smiled and thought why not? A kiss is just a kiss and it's been a while since I've kissed another man and never a black one. I told Darnell I was fine with it. Smiling at me he bent down planting one right on my lips. 

"There was that what you wanted?" I asked as I pulled away. 

"Nah girl! Thinkin' I earned some more" he replied. "Not just for winnin' but givin' you a good time when your hubby bailed out on you leavin' you like dat." 

"Fine" I told him with a smile. Darnell bent down kissing me again, this time more deeply. In no time he had his tongue in my mouth as he held me tightly against him. There was something nice about it yet slightly wrong as well. Have to love alcohol to help relax one's inhibitions. As we continued I wasn't sure how much longer this would go on. When he did break the kiss I figured that was it until he grabbed me by the waist and lifted my up sitting me on the edge of the pool table. Not a word was said as positioned himself between my knees and kissed me deeply again for several more minutes. Breaking it once more he pushed my head to the side and brushed my away only to lean in kissing my neck. It did feel good and couldn't deny that it was actually turning me on. Could feel my body reacting as he kissed and sucked on my sensitive neck, which has always been one of those spots that helps get me into the mood. Even had a faint moan escape my lips. I'm guessing Darnell thought that to be a good signal to more ahead. Mere seconds later he moved a hand between us and without a murmur cupped my right breast squeezing it softly over my clothing. My body jumped as he touched me there. Wasn't sure what to do as he gently kneaded it while kissing my neck. It has been so long, nearly two weeks now, since I have had sex with William and my body was reacting to this attention nearly screaming for it. That's when it hit me ...

"Darnell, stop. We need to stop" I told him. He pulled his head back but never moved his hand from my chest asking me why? "Because, I'm married!" I replied.

"So? I don't fuckin' care if you're married!" he told me. "Hubby ain't here an he left you alone tonight anyway. He doesn't care enough 'bout you to stay home an you even say he ain't been payin' much attention to you lately 'cept to argue with you as you told me yourself. Ain't our problem he's missin' out on this. He didn't give a shit 'bout you so why care 'bout him? I'll give you pleasure he never dreamed of girl. An he ain't gotta know what we do anyway. Just you an me girl an I'm thinkin' you're as fuckin' horny as I am. Besides it's even hotter that you've got a man. Ain't never been with a white woman or a married one. Will make you forget all 'bout him baby an let you get even for what he did to you tonight too."

"Darnell, we really shouldn't" I said knowing full well I was very much in the mood and turned on. Never thought of being with a black guy but something about it was a bit of an extra turn on. Not sure if it was because he was black, I was a little drunk, been too long since I last had sex, or was still so pissed off at William. Likely all four. Never thought of black men in a sexual way now that's all I could see Darnell as. I tried to fight my own urges to do what I knew was right. As I went to tell Darnell I let me down and began to climb off the pool table he stopped me. Before I could even finish talking he kissed me deeply again. Letting go of my breast he broke the kiss, slid his hands under my ass, pulled me up close to him, and lifted me up. Grabbing his shoulders to keep from falling this large, strong black man carried me across the room to the couch bed sitting me down on top of it. Letting go of him Darnell stood straight up again.




House Guest



"I know you're wantin' it Marisa. Can see that fuckin' lust in your blue eyes. An your nipples are fuckin' hard too, see them through your shirt!" Darnell told me as he pulled his shirt off exposing his muscles. "Ain't gonna lie Mrs. J., been wantin' to do this with you for a long fuckin' time ... Shit ... You got to be the whitest white girl I've ever seen!" he said as he looked down at me on the bed. "It makes this shit even hotter to me!"

Darnell climbed onto the bed quickly moving next to me. My chest was heaving heavily up and down from a mix of excitement and nerves. Kissing me deeply again Darnell immediately moved a hand under my shirt and up to my breasts, touching them over my bra. 'What is wrong with me?' I thought to myself. How could I let this man do this so willingly and be so turned on by it too. Didn't realize how desperate I really was for attention, including attention of a sexual nature until now. Letting go of my chest Darnell soon grabbed the hem of my shirt with both hands pulling it upwards. Breaking the kiss once more he told me to lift my arms up as he pulled my shirt up and over my head. Once off he tossed it across the room then started kissing my neck again. Again asking myself what I was thinking I felt both his hands move to my upper back as he began to unhook my bra. Reaching up he pushed the straps off my shoulders exposing my breasts to him. Lifting his head from my neck he looked down with a big grin on his face.

"Damn, now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout! Always knew you got some nice big lilly white titties Marisa! Nice little pink nipples too. Have long wanted to touch an play with them. How 'bout you move up on the bed and lay down girl, get yourself comfortable" he ordered. Sliding up into the middle Darnell guiding me the entire way, I laid down resting my head on the pillows. Darnell was literally on top of my the whole time moving me to where he wanted. Kissing me on the lips first then slowly kissing down my neck then to my upper chest before cupping my left breast in his hand. Looking up at me with a smile he leaned over running the tip of his tongue around my pale pink nipple just before sucking it hard into his waiting mouth. I gasped in pleasure as he did this, sucking on it several times then moving to the right one doing the same. 'Fuck, what am I doing?' I asked again as I watching this large good looking black guy playing with my breasts. His dark skin against my pale white was making for an erotic sight though which only added to me getting turned on even more. For the first time I could see why some people got off to interracial porn, it was a hot sight to see. More so since I am so pale white. After several minutes of this Darnell moved his right hand down to my right thigh rubbing it as he glided it higher up under my skirt. 

"Open your legs a little baby" Darnell told me. Doing as he asked Darnell moved his hand all of the way up to my crotch, running a finger up and down it over my panties. My legs actually jumped slightly when he touched me there. So very new for me to be touched by another man and a black one to boot. 

"Damn Mrs. J. you're fuckin' pussy's puttin' off a lot of fuckin' heat an there's a little wet spot on your panties already! You really must be needin' it girl!" he said. What could I say I was beyond turned on at this point yet kept trying to convince myself to stop. Darnell moved his finger away from my crotch up to the waistband of my panties. Pulling it up he guided his hand under and back down towards my vagina, brushing his fingers softly over my outer lips. 

"Nice and smooth, no hair at all. Now that's fuckin' hot girl" he told me. Sliding two fingers in he spread my vagina lips apart and without being asked or even thinking about it I found myself parting my legs open a little wider to give him easier access. He then slowly slid a finger into me causing me to moan. Sliding it in and out a few times before moving it to my clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. At the same time he leaned back down sucking on my nipples. Again asking myself why I was doing this, cheating on my husband with a black guy? I couldn't seem to get myself to actually open my mouth though or to stop what was happening. It didn't help that Darnell was really good at what he was doing to me either. Continuing to suck on my nipples as he fingered me. Imagine my shock as I could feel an orgasm building within me in less than three minutes into it. Telling Darnell not to stop my legs began to shake slightly just before I came, screaming out as the orgasm coursed through my body. He didn't stop though. He continued playing with me the whole time and quickly brought me to a second than a third orgasm, one literally right after the other like waves crashing against a beach making me scream loader each time. Finally he stopped after the third one, pulling both his hand from between my thighs and his head from my breasts. I just laid there with my eyes closed trying to catch my breath as I could feel Darnell moving down the bed as he held onto the waist band of my skirt with his hands.

"Lift you hips up for me Marisa" he said. Without thinking I did as he asked not realizing what he was doing. In one swift motion he pulled both my skirt and panties down off my waist to my upper thighs fully exposing myself to him. Pulling them down my legs he slipped both off and tossed them away as well. 

"Damn you've got on pretty little white pussy girl! Only dreamed of seein' it before" he said. Opening my eyes I looked down as Darnell moved off the bed, staring at me the whole time. Fuck! What was I doing? I'm married and now here I am completely naked in my house except for a pair of ankle high socks with a black man ... a well built, good looking black man who is turning me on. Damn, what is wrong with me? As I battled with myself Darnell undid his pants, pushing them down quickly followed by his underwear. No sooner had I decided to end this now before it went any further I saw him do this.

"Holy shit!" I blurted out loud. There he was, Darnell fully nude, well built, good looking, and had one really big, really, really big black dick pointing straight out. I had heard of the stereotype about black men but figured it was just a lie. Darnell certainly lived up to what I've been told. Darnell laughed at my reaction.

"Take it Mr. J's dick ain't this big?" he asked. I just nodded my head no. "It's my almost 8 1/2 inch long, 5 inches thick black snake an it's been dyin' to get up inside your little pink pussy. Make you feel things your hubby never could." He was 2 3/4 inches longer than William's and 1 1/2 inches thicker as well. It was fucking massive! Darnell climbed back onto the bed as his large black penis bobbed up and down as he moved.

"Spread them nice pale white legs of yours girl so I can get up in between them" he told me. 

"Wait What about a condom? Aren't you going to put one on first?" I asked. Darnell seemed taken aback by that.

"Condoms? I ain't got any condoms girl. Shit if I had any money to buy some I would have been laid by now. Besides what's the problem, you're on the pill ain't you? Not like I can get you knocked up" he replied.

"Yes, I'm on birth control but still ... I think we have some old ones William used to use upstairs. I can go up and get one" I said.

"Shit, with his small dick? No fuckin' way those will fit me girl! We don't need no fuckin' rubbers with you on the pill. I'm wantin' to get in you bareback anyway. Both my first white and married pussy, betta believe I'm wantin' it raw. An again I ain't gunna knock you up or nothin' and I'm clean too since I haven't had any since before going to jail" Darnell said. I really wasn't sure how to proceed with this but Darnell fully knew what he wanted to do. He right away grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs up as he moved on his knees up the bed until both of my legs were resting on his chest with my feet pointing towards the ceiling; one resting on either shoulder. I couldn't believe what a hot sight it made to see my pale white legs against his strong black chest. Was like in a trace before snapping myself out of it reminding Darnell once again that I could run upstairs to the bedroom and grab a condom for him to wear.

"Are you still thinkin' 'bout that? Shit, just relax girl and go with it. I ain't lying when I say this is gunna feel real good for both of us" he said looking down at me before trailing his eyes to my crotch. "Damn you got one nice lookin' pussy! Wanna do it like this, at least to start since I wanna watch my black snake slide into your pale pink pussy." 

Darnell positioned himself to get comfortable on his knees and adjusted my legs on his chest. Once he was ready he reached down grabbing his dick in his hand. With a big smile on his face he stared down as he ran the large head of his equally large penis up and down my vagina and my clit. Watching myself I had a slightly obscured view but from what I could see it was hot none the less. Finally he lined it up with my hole and letting out a deep sigh he proceeded to place some pressure against it as he tried to gain access into my body. Once more I considered stopping it as some regret came over me for ever considering cheating on my husband. The light pressure he was using wasn't working well so he started pushing harder which paid off. Slowly my body began to open for him and the head of his big dick started spreading me open. A little at a time he worked his big member into me. Never felt so stretched in my life during sex and stopped the thoughts of me ending this dead in their tracks. 

"Fuck Marisa, you've got one tight white pussy! Feels so fuckin' nice too! Mr. J's one lucky man!" he exclaimed. "Always told by some of my niggas in jail that white girls were tight, they weren't lying as far as you go. Gunna open this shit up girl an when I'm done with you sex with hubby ain't never gunna feel the same. His small little dick's gunna feel even smaller after me."

I guess I couldn't deny that he was a lot bigger and it did feel a lot different than William's. It was also a bit uncomfortable as he worked it deeper into me. More and more disappeared into my body as Darnell grunted while trying to fit it inside my small hole. He was now deeper than my husband gets and still had a couple of inches to go. Honestly wasn't too sure how much he would be able to fit in me. I just wanted to discomfort to go away. Not that it didn't feel good but it was a 50 / 50 mix of both. I just laid there biting my lip as he went further and further into my body. Until finally I felt the head bump slightly against my cervix causing Darnell to stop.

"Damn girl!" he sound loudly. "You took it all! Didn't think you would but my fuckin' dick's buried balls deep in your hot little pussy." Sticking my head up I asked him if he was joking but he said he wasn't. He was right I could feel his two large testicles resting against my body. Holy crap! How did he fit it all in?

"I can't believe how fuckin' tight you are Marisa. So soft and wet too which is why I didn't wanna wear a rubber, wanted to feel every inch of you in ways only your hubby has before. How's it feel girl?" he asked. I told him a little uncomfortable and very full, more than I ever felt before. Darnell just grinned as he grabbed my thighs in both hands before pulling a little out of me then sliding it slowly back in. I can't lie it did feel good yet still uncomfortable at the same time. Darnell kept it up at a slow pace allowing me time to adjust.

"Relax girl. Breath, relax, and enjoy it" he whispered to me. I tried to do as he said and gradually it felt better and better until it was nothing but pleasure. I started to moan and Darnell got the clue as he started to pull more out before driving in back in and started to pick up his pace. This only caused me to moan louder and more often. Darnell spent most of the time staring down at my crotch watching is dick sink into me. I couldn't see as much as he could yet it was hot none the less. Could see his large black dick appear when he pulled out, shinning slightly in the light from the wetness of my body that coated his shaft. His big, thick black shaft. He stayed like that for a couple of minutes before pushing my legs off his chest and spreading them open wide as he lowered his torso just about mine. 

"Get ready girl 'cause I'm going to fuck your brains out!" he told me. Giving me a deep kiss he was as good as his word as he began to thrust more than half his oversized dick in and out of me in the missionary position we were in now. God forgive me, it was so wrong but it felt so good. Felt like I was in heaven as he fucked me hard making me moan and scream in extreme pleasure. His dick acting like an engine piston in and out of me. Gripping hard onto his shoulder I wrapped my legs around his back as the room loudly echoed with sounds of ecstasy, mostly coming from me. Never made so much noise during sex before though I hate to admit it but it never felt this good before either. My eyes even rolled back in my head more than once and my toes were curled tightly in pleasure. My fingers were digging hard into his shoulders as he drilled me.

Darnell - "Fuck yeah take that big black dick baby! Take it deep up in that pussy white girl! Too fuckin' long I've wanted to do this to you."

Me - *moaning*

Darnell - "My little married white slut! Hubby's dick doesn't get this deep does it?"

Me - "No it doesn't."

Darnell - "That's what I fuckin' thought. Bet I feel better in you too don't I? ... huh? ... Tell me baby ... Does my big black dick feel better than hubby's?"

Me - "Yes! ... forgive me but it feels better than his!"

Darnell - "That's my good little white girl! ... take that black dick!"

Me - "Fuck ... me! ... Fuck me! ... God yes! Feels so good! ... Don't stop!"

And that he did fucking me hard. Couch beds are not really know for having the best springs and the bed was making almost as much noise as I was. Darnell wasn't kidding about his plans to "fuck my brains out." The unbelievable pleasure he was giving me truly was mind blowing. Felt so good I never wanted it to end. Darnell was not only big but used it like a pro. He also lasted longer than William who would have been finished long ago. Which was even more impressive since it has been nearly nine months since the last time he has had sex. We were almost ten minutes into it when I could feel his pace change.

"Shit baby I'm gettin' close!" he moaned as his thrusts become faster and shorter. "Oh fuck 'bout to cum soon. Can't hold back much longer ... gonna bust my nut deep up in you tight white cunt! ... Fuck! ... yeah! ... ahhhh fuck!" Darnell yelled out as he shoved his entire dick into me, all 8 plus inches, and held himself hard against me. His body went stiff as his dick began to twitch inside of me.

"... Take it baby ... take that hot black seed deep in your tight married white pussy!" he said moaning. In the end it's not like I had a choice. Again as good as his word I instantly felt stream after stream of his hot semen shooting deeply inside of my body. He had one big orgasm, heavily coating my cervix and vaginal walls with his "hot black seed." Could feel it when he started coming down as his penis became more relaxed in me. Darnell let out a deep sigh as he finished. Taking a minute as he caught his breath he slowly pulled out of me until only the head was still buried. Reaching between us I watched as he wrapped his hand around the thick black shaft hard. He than made several forward strokes from the base up to what was still in me, only relaxing his grip to move his hand back to the shaft's base before stroking forwards again. He could tell that I was watching him.

"Just makin' sure I got all my cum out of me before I pull my dick out of you" he explained with an almost evil grin. "Ain't wantin' to waste any, gotta make sure I give all of it to you. I like being thorough an wanna make sure you take all my cum in your white pussy!" 

What could I say to that? When he did pull out the rest of the way I sat amazed that even semi hard his dick was still fucking huge! Climbing off of me Darnell collapsed on the bed beside of me as I laid there trying to take it all in. I just cheated on my husband ... with a black guy! And worst of all I enjoyed every second of it too. I was so beat when we were finished I could have gladly fallen asleep except for two reasons. First being how would I explain to William when he got home why I was sleeping naked downstairs with Darnell? The second reason being that massive amount of cum Darnell had left inside of me was finding it's way back out, slowly leaking from my hole and running down my butt cheek. Getting up I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. When I came back out Darnell was already asleep laying there still totally naked. Holy crap! I actually had sex with this black man! Throwing a sheet over him I was still shocked to find his penis was still large looking and very impressive. Picking up my clothes I went upstairs to the bedroom and quickly passed out myself for the night. Had three separate dreams that night, all sexual, all with Darnell, and had to be the best sex dreams I have ever had.

When I came to later that morning the sun was peeking through the window and William was asleep in bed beside of me. I laid there for a moment collecting my thoughts about last night knowing full well what I had done and that I had enjoyed myself while doing it. Could still feel a little bit of the alcohol I had the night before. Most of all I could feel both a light soreness and emptiness in my body between my legs. Amazed at what I had done with Darnell and how good it held felt. I also knew it was wrong, very wrong. Never once cheated before last night and wasn't sure what to think about it. I didn't think I ever could again.

Softly slipping out of bed so not to wake up my husband I put on a pair of pajamas and quietly walked downstairs to have breakfast. The house was silent, couldn't have said the same last night with all my moaning, screaming, and bed creaking. Sitting down for a small meal in the living room as I clicked on the TV I wondering what this would mean for my relationship with William. I mean, I wasn't going to tell him I had sex with the black guy living in our house, I just had to do my best to act like it never happened. As for Darnell what would I do with him? Did things I have never before with another man. How will what we did effect our relationship and where would we take it from here? 

Darnell came upstairs less than an hour later and I decided to explain to him what we had done last night we never could again. Even though it felt so very, very good! Of course I didn't add that part. Surprisingly he was really cool about it. Almost a week went by and everything was fairly normal again, except for the fact that William and I were arguing pretty much every day. William was going to be off work tomorrow night and thought maybe it would be a good time to spend sometime together. Oh, how wrong I was on that. The following day I cleaned up around the house. Darnell had left in the early afternoon for a job interview and said he was going to meet up with some old friends at the part to play some basketball leaving me and William home alone. After eating dinner I asked William if he wanted to go out to a movie or something tonight. He looked surprised telling me he had made plans to go out with some buddies tonight after dinner and he must have forgotten to tell me. I got a little angry over this explaining that we never get to spend much time together anymore and thought that since he would be off work we could do something. This lead to another argument, a bit more heated than most until William said he was leaving and would see my later before storming out of the house. 




House Guest



This put me in such a bad mood as I cleaned up the dishes. While doing this I ended up spilling some food and water on my clothing making me even more pissed off. Could almost feel my blood pressure rising as I went into the bedroom to change. Taking my clothes off I decided to get comfortable for the rest of the evening and put on a pair of loose pajama shorts and a loose fitting light blue button up shirt. I was still far from being in a good mood and the more I thought on it the more pissed off I became. So, to help clear my head I went about doing some house work. A few minutes later I heard the front door open. Dashing into the living room I saw it was Darnell, looking tired and sweaty from playing with his friends. He asked me where William was so I explained to him what happened. Telling me if I needed anything to let him know and that he was going to take a shower to clean off. Darnell headed downstairs as I went back to my house work yet I could not seem to get rid of my frustration. Picking up my dirty clothing from the bedroom floor I figured I should wash it now before any stains might set in. 

Heading to the basement stairs I peeked down I found the bed empty and the bathroom door closed. Figuring he was still in the shower I walked downstairs then over to the washing machine and began to load the clothing. With all my effort I could not get my angry feelings about William to go away and the more I thought about it the more pissed off I became at you. I had never been so mad at him before but now I was steaming. I didn't even want to look at him right now. I wasn't paying attention as I shoved the items in and slammed the lid shut. 

"Ass hole!" I blurted out loud in anger. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't even realize Darnell had come out of the bathroom and was standing behind me.

"Who's an ass hole?" he asked. "Hope it's not me." His voice made me jump almost out of my skin as I hadn't expected him there. Turning on the washing machine I explained to him I was just angry at my husband. That we had an argument again earlier and he royally pissed me off. Darnell immediately began to lightly rub my shoulders telling me to relax. It was helping some but more than anything I found myself becoming turned on by his touching. That's when I decided to do something I said I never would again. I wanted to forget about my husband for a little while and Darnell would more than help me do that. I wanted it badly and wanted it now! 

Me - "Darnell, you remember what I said the other day about how we could never have sex again and could never talk about what we had done?"

Darnell - "Yeah, why?"

Me - "How about we forget I ever said that?"

Darnell - "Yo, really! You serious Marisa?"

"Dead serious" I told him. Turning around to face Darnell he leaned down kissing my deeply on the lips. Could feel my body react instantly. After a minute or so of this I pushed away from him. He asked me if I was sure about this? I told him I was very sure explaining that we'll go upstairs to the master bed this time. Darnell asked me if I was sure about doing it in the bed I share with William? I told him yes because it was more comfortable and made far less noise than the couch bed he's using. Excusing himself for a moment walking over towards his backpack beside the couch bed. Unzipping it I watched as he looked around inside before pulling out a condom with a big "XL Size" written on the wrapper. Walking back towards me he asked if I was ready to go up?

"What's that for?" I asked pointing at the condom between his fingers. 

"For sex girl" he replied. "My homie gave me a few earlier today to use incase I get some."

"You're kidding me right? Put that thing back in your bag. You don't need one with me and I don't want you wearing it either. No to mention it's kind of late to worry about something like that since we've already had sex without one" I explained to him. 

"For real?" he asked. Nodding in assurance he just tossed the thing back towards his bag. "Now dat's what I'm talkin' 'bout girl! Didn't wanna use it with you anyway." I didn't say a word, only smiled, as I grabbed his large black hand in mine and lead him upstairs through the house into the master bedroom.

"You did all of the work last time now it's my turn" I told him. Walking towards the bed I lead Darnell over to the edge. Having just come out of the shower he was in nothing but a pair of underwear which I quickly yanked down letting them fall to his feet. His massive black dick sprung out stiff as a board pressing up against my stomach. I am still amazed at the unbelievable size of his penis, both the impressive length and girth. Never in my wildest dreams has I ever considered I'd have sex with a man so well endowed; or black. I also was still speechless about the fact that he had been able to get every last inch of this monster in me. The thought of how good it had felt sent a shiver up my spine. 

Telling Darnell to sit down and spread his legs I dropped to my knees in front of him. Looking up at him I saw a smile creep across his face as he realized what I was about to do. Without saying a word I grabbed his dick in my hand and leaned in, softly running my tongue from the base of the shaft to the top. Following my licking around and all over the head. Darnell let out a soft moan as I slowly parted my lips around it taking his hard black dick into my mouth.

"Oh fuck yeah!" he said to me. "I always heard white girls were good at givin' head an' always wanted to find out if it was true. An' I ain't gonna lie, have been wantin' to get a blowjob from you for a long fuckin' time!" Looking up at him I pulled my mouth off his penis.

"Good because I want to give you one" I told him. I" love giving oral and something about the idea of sucking your is much hotter than my husband's. Not sure if it's the color difference, size difference, or the fact that I'm so pissed off at him but either way I want it real bad. Just keep my hair away from my face. Oh, I also love having my head held while doing it." I was about to continue when Darnell interrupted me asking if I wanted him to turn the picture frame face down that had a photo of William on the small table next to the bed. I told him there was no need to move it unless he wanted to.

"Shit, I'm keeping it right there" he replied. "As a matter of fact I'm gonna turn it a lil' so he's facin' us. Somethin' hot 'bout him watchin' his pretty little wife suckin' on a big black dick an there ain't nothin' he can do 'bout it." 

There was something interesting about the concept but I didn't care either way. If Darnell got turned on by it I was fine with him doing that. After he adjusted the picture I went back to sucking his dick, doing the best I could to please him. He held my head tightly as I bobbed up and down on his shaft. My lips were stretched to their limit around his massive tool. He just sat there moaning as I used my mouth, hands, and tongue to give him pleasure. It was also turning me on, big time! Could feel myself getting wetter and around three minutes into it I pulled my head away. Darnell asked me if anything was wrong?

"Not at all" I replied. "Thought maybe we could do something different now unless you want me to continue sucking instead?"

"Somethin' different, like what?" he asked.

"Like you laying down and me riding you" I told him

"Ahhhh yeah! No dat's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" Darnell said with a smile. He wasted no time sliding up into the middle of the bed. I stood up first wiping my mouth off on my sleeve before grabbing both the waistband of my shorts and panties, pushing them down and stepping out of them. Leaving my with nothing on but my light blue button up shirt and the bra I had on underneath. As I proceeded to climb onto the bed Darnell told me to wait a moment. Moving over he reached for the photo frame with William's and turned it so it faced towards us again before laying back down where he was.

"I think he should watch this too! He might learn something" Darnell said with an almost evil grin and a laugh. "Now get over here baby an ride me like a good married white slut." Crawling up to him I straddled him with a leg on both sides of his body. I could feel his erect penis pressing against my bare vagina. Darnell told me he could feel the heat coming off of it. Lifting myself up on my knees I reached down between us wrapping my fingers around his oversized member. Leaning forward I moved his penis into position placing the tip of the head right at my hole. Taking a deep breath I braced myself as I sat down on it, taking him slowly in my body as he stretched me open wide. Like last night it took some effort due to his size and was again slightly uncomfortable to me but I knew how good it would feel. Gradually I worked more of it into me, sinking down slowly a little at a time. 

"Slide down on that black dick like a good little white girl Marisa" Darnell said while grunting. "Fuck you're pussy still so fuckin' tight! My snow bunny. Slide your tight white pussy down on my black pole while your hubby is watchin'."

More and more he sunk into me until out pelvis' touched again. Rocking slowly back and forth on him I felt so very full, like he was about to split me in half. I was impaled on his massive penis and it felt so good! Darnell reached up touching my breasts over my shirt. Pushing his hands away I told him I'd make it easier for him. Unbuttoning the shirt I took it off, throwing it from my body followed by my bra. Darnell smiled as I leaned down allowing him to suck on my nipples as I began to slowly slide up and down on his shaft. Each time I slid back down onto him I felt a wave of pleasure coarse through my body. Darnell told me to stop, sit up, and just rock back and forth on him. I was confused at first until he placed a couple of finger on my clit rubbing it. 

Darnell - "This isn't the last time we're going to do this is it Marisa?"

Me - "Oh God no!"

Darnell - "As long as I'm stayin' here I want to fuck you from now on girl. Sound good to you?"

Me - "Yes."

Darnell - "Tell me, tell me you want me to."

Me - "I want you to have sex with me as often as possible from now on when ever we have the chance to."

Not sure how he did it or if it was just my excitement but I had an orgasm around his penis in under two minutes. Even though William was sound asleep two floors above us I tried my best not to make too much noise, coving my mouth as I screamed when my orgasm hit me.

I took a moment to catch my breath before bending down again and riding up and down on Darnell as before. This time with faster, longer strokes. We were both thoroughly enjoying ourselves by the moans, gasps, and groans we were both making. I tried my best to keep the bed from making too much noise while giving as much pleasure to both of us as possible. It seemed to have worked well. After about six of seven minutes into it Darnell was making more noise.

Darnell - "Oh fuck baby I'm gettin' close to cummin'. Your pussy feels so fuckin' good. Keep ridin' me Marisa, gettin' real fuckin' close. Want me to cum in you again baby?"

Me - "Yes"

Darnell - "Tell me white girl! Tell me you want me to cum in your tight white pussy!"

Me - "Please cum inside of my pussy."

Darnell - "Fuck! Here it comes girl! Gonna shoot my hot black cum deep up in your married white cunt while your hubby watches! Shit, 'bout to cum. Fuckkkk!"

Darnell grabbed my waist hard while simultaneously thrusting into me. He let out a deep moan as he held me tightly down onto him. I his dick twitch slightly just before he exploded shoot load after load of his hot semen deep up inside of me. Could feel his his penis expand and release with each stream of cum he shot into me once again coating my cervix and the deepest parts of my vagina. He let out a deep sigh as the last few drops were shot into me. When he was finished I slowly slide him out of me and almost instantly I could feel some of his semen running out of my well used hole. Climbing off the bed I went into the bathroom connected to the master bedroom to clean myself off. 

When I returned Darnell got off of the bed going into the bathroom himself. Getting my clothes on I waited until he returned. Giving me a kiss he put his underwear back on and went back downstairs to get some clothing. I following, starting up the washing machine and going back to my house work as if nothing had happened. My husband came home less than two hours later apologizing for the fight and promised to make it up to me. Asking me if I was still pissed off I explained to him that I wasn't.

"Darnell came home and after getting some house work done I decided to exercise which always helps me relax" I explain. "He was nice enough to join me and we both agreed that we should do it several times a week to keep in shape and help keep me in a better mood while you're away."



House Guest



There are lots of men who fantasize about their wives having sex with another man but very few will allow them experiment or experience new things. 

Things for me are different I am happy to say, but this is only because Steve has encouraged me to explore my sexuality, there are times I like to tease and there are times when I like to 'let loose'.

Over the years I have become accustomed to men of all ages stealing glances, sometimes openly staring at me and I am sure most of the guys we know love hanging out at our home because they get an excuse to do just that but hey, I am a born exhibitionist and love the attention. 

But they know when the mood is right for some fun and when I just want a laugh and a quiet drink and understand there are 'rules' which mean they do what I want them to and nothing more...which is very erotic in itself, I love being in charge.

It's flattering when a younger man takes a second glance as you walk past, even nicer when a guy you've come to know develops a crush and even nicer when he is shy, polite and well spoken with no intention of making his desires known.

Steve says from the first night I met William, a young twenty year old guy who worked at our good friend Jakes firm, he was utterly smitten. 

He thinks it is because I am so at ease around the guys that I don't expect anything that I laugh and have fun...then he spoilt it by adding "Oh and your ass, his eyes never leave your ass." I thumped him in the arm for his trouble.

William is an intelligent guy with an excellent career but a complete moron when it came to women. He is actually good looking and keeps fit but had been sheltered from the wider world by his father and mother, so his social skills are zero. His dad put so many restrictions on what he could and could not do that he has little experience with girlfriends; they were seen as a 'distraction' while he was studying.

It had taken a few months but William had gradually become more comfortable around me, for a start he was less likely to blush if he saw me in my bikini, something the other guys had found amusing until I pointed out they were being complete dicks. 

I hate to think how red he would be if he had seen me naked like some, (most!) of the other guys had, then smiled wickedly to myself as I wondered how he would react if he was part of our 'games.'

Just three weeks later I was able to find out.

William was living in our guest house (Ok, the small den over the garage) for a week as a favour to Jake who had been renting him a room until he could secure a deposit for a flat. Jake was having some friends over and asked if we could let William stay while he had guests because there wasn't room for everyone at his place.

On days we are working late Steve and I meet up in town for a meal, I rang William to tell him that we would be late back and that he was welcome to stay in the main house if he felt like watching a DVD as the guest house did not have a DVD player.


It was around 1:00 AM when we got in, Steve had persuaded me to try a few cocktails, neither of us drinks much but I decided what the heck as he was driving so I was a little wobbly but very happy.

Kicking off my shoes I went into the living room to see what William was watching.

As I walked over to where he was lounging on the sofa, I could tell that I wasn't the only one who had been drinking, for one I could smell it, two he was in a sullen mood and three when I asked him what was on his mind he said.


"Girls, I know you shouldn't to expect sex on every date or with every girl but I've not even had a hand job...ever... even that would be a change...and it would save me from doing it myself when I get in from a date just to keep my balls from aching."

Without going red he had just admitted to a failed date and masturbating so I knew he had drunk more than a few beers.

Steve laughed and winked at me, 

"Its late so let me get some coffee." 

He continued to laugh his head off as he walked to the kitchen.

He was gone about fifteen minutes; I had flopped down on the sofa as William had relocated to the floor opposite, where he sat nursing a bottle of bud, I don't think he realised he was being so obvious as his gaze drifted over my legs, my dress had ridden up a little as I had sat down and a good deal of thigh was showing.

Because of the mood he was in I just had to tease him.

"See anything you like?"

He blushed, but not the deep red that he usually went.

I pushed further seeing how he would react if I made the conversation 'ruder,' a little tingle danced around my belly making me shift a little in my seat. 

"So you would settle for a hand job then?"

He looked up wide eyed and before he realised what he was saying asked, 

"What, from you?" 

This time he went deep red, jumping as Steve set the coffee down on the table and joked. 

"Did you just ask my wife for that desperately needed wank?"

He stuttered, something he only does under extreme stress...or on dates.

"Oh no I'm so sorry, I would never want that."

"Why not you like her don't you?" Steve said.

He was stuck for words and could only shrug and nod a 'yes.'


Steve winked at me as he passed my coffee. "So basically if I had been working late you would have tried for a hand job at the least, but hoping with a little luck you might have gotten laid?"

"No way," he cried, "A hand jobs not like...you know...real sex."

Steve frowned. "How do you figure that one out?"

"If it's just a hand job then I'm the only one getting off."

As I said before, he has the social skills of a rock, I couldn't help smirking.

"Sorry William, but women get just as turned on touching guys as guys do touching girls." I said.

William shuffled a little; obviously the thought had made him uncomfortable in the trouser department. 

"Okay Jules, let's calm down the chatter, Poor William over there is about ready to have some very sticky pants so don't be cruel." Steve laughed.

After the 'naughty chatter' cocktails and shots, I had quite a buzz. William was a little fuzzy but far from hammered and it seemed between the talk and the coffee he was becoming a little more awake, I just kind of grinned as Steve said. 

"Jules why don't you just give the poor guy a hand job, as he say's it's not like real sex and we won't have to hear him complaining about not getting any." 

William had his mouth hanging open the entire time Steve was speaking, utterly shocked. I just sat there and finished my coffee.

Finally William said, "are you serious...you need to stop teasing...this isn't funny." 

I just kept staring at him; Steve had seen the look in my eye and was giving me the go ahead to have some fun, if I wanted to.

There was an uncomfortable few seconds of silence that must have felt like minutes to poor William as I just kept a mischievous smile on my face while he continued to stare at me not quite sure if it was a joke. 
He almost dropped his cup when I said. 

"Ok but you only do what I say and if I get a comment from a Jake or one of our friends about what happens tonight, if anything happens tonight you will never be welcome here again, understand?" 

William nodded his head; his eyes darted over to Steve.

"Don't look at him," I said, 

"It was his idea...but I am not going to give you a hand job." I added.
William looked puzzled.

"Have you ever had a lap dance?" I asked

He shook his head, "No."

"Do you know what a, 'camel toe slide' is William?"

Again he shook his head, "No."

"Well the girl keeps her panties on, the guy sits or lies back then the girl straddles him and slowly squats down until the crotch of their panties just gently touches the shaft of the guy's penis. Then they grind back and forth until the guy shoots his load. 

It's a nice kind of sex without penetration that lap dancers do for 'special' customers and way better than a hand job which, quite frankly you can do for yourself."

I smiled wickedly while Steve raised an eyebrow as if to say "lap dancing, really?"

"Of course when I do it for Steve I don't have panties on so it's my bare slit that's pressed against him, I slowly increase the pressure until I feel my lips part, sinking down until they are rubbing either side of his shaft making it all slick, when I can't take the teasing any more I ease up a little and let his cock slip into me."

William looked like he was about to explode.

Steve cleared the small coffee table and put some cushions on it.

William lay back, licking his lips nervously, I nodded towards his jeans and he blushed. "Oh right, of course..." as he fumbled with the zipper.

It was quite erotic watching a nervous 20 year old taking off his jeans, my pussy became a little damp as he struggled out of them. 

I was keen to get the teasing started and immediately grabbed both sides of his underwear and slid them down for him, his erection slapped back against his stomach.
I laughed and said, "Bit excited, are we?"

To my surprise he replied, "Jules you have no idea," making me laugh again.

His cock was standing straight up flat against his stomach, a wet shiny smear pooled around the tip. 

My black dress came to just below mid thigh and I could tell from the look on Williams's face that he'd gotten' a brief flash of my thong panties as I swung my leg over to straddle him. They were held together at the sides by the thinnest string and were some of my favourites because I could hardly tell I had them on.


I lowered myself down until my panties brushed against his penis.

He gasped and moved his hips, as I knew he would. 

"Grip the sides of the table so I know where your hands are and don't wiggle your hips or I stop, Ok?" I asked.

He nodded and settled back as I began sliding the silky damp crotch of my panties up and down his penis. 

I knew by leaning forward and tilting my pelvis towards the end of the 'down' stroke I would feel the head of his cock press against my clitoris. 

I was so turned on that it was entirely possible that I could bring myself to orgasm just from that slight pressure...if William held on long enough.

After a few minutes William was breathing hard but there was no indication that he was about to cum, however my legs were starting to get tired from holding my position straddling the narrow table, when I do this for Steve it's usually on a nice comfy bed or with him seated on one of the dining chairs.

It was too late to relocate so I tried to relieve the pressure by leaning further forward, resting my weight on William's shoulders instead of his chest.

However I moved further forward than I thought. 

When I moved my hips back I felt the head of William's penis brush against my vagina instead of the shaft, to make matters worse the flimsy material of my thong had drifted over to one side so it touched bare skin where a little peek of 'lip' protruded.

My heart was pounding as I reached between us tugging my panties back into place then gently sat back down making sure that my fully covered slit was resting on his shaft...and no where near the head.

As I rubbed my pussy along his shaft I could feel the material working back and forth, a tiny barrier between his slick flesh and mine.

All too soon I heard him suck in his breath and felt him tense, moving off him just in time as his cock twitched once then ejaculated all over his belly, he automatically reached down to finish himself off then drew his hand back when he realised I was watching.

I looked down at him and said "It's Ok, touch it, I want to see you masturbating." 

He looked embarrassed but rubbed his penis for me all the same, only stopping as the last few dribbles of semen leaked over his fingers.


I squealed as Steve grabbed me from behind and quickly turned me while pulling me to my knees. 

I braced my hands on the arm of the couch as he flipped up my dress and pulled my thong to one side, roughly rubbing the head of his cock over my wet slit, pushing it hard between my lips until the head slipped inside of me. 

I wanted him to go slowly but Steve had other ideas, he pushed down on my shoulders and thrust forward in one smooth motion making me gasp. 

I was so wet he was able to ram his cock right in making a loud 'slap' as slammed against the cheeks of my ass. 

He started with long slow strokes, pounding into me harder and faster as I began to respond by pushing my ass back into him. 

My breath started coming in short, ragged gasps at the brutal fucking my thighs were shaking as my juices flowed; my pussy was so sensitive that I climaxed again and again, mini orgasms gushing through my body making me dizzy, Steve pressed a finger to my cilt and I exploded in one glorious shaking mess, flopping forward with my head on my arms too weak to support myself on my hands any longer.


Steve grabbed my hips to hold me up as I trembled and begged for him to slow down so that I could catch my breath, but he only pounded harder. 

Just as I thought he was never going to stop he let out a low growl and pulled his cock out, spraying his cum all over my ass soaking the back of my thong.

Suddenly William, who had been kneeling by my side watching, reached out and cupped my left breast in his hand, squeezing it then rubbing the sensitive nipple through the thin barrier of my dress and lacy bra, making me jump a little. 

I was a little surprised at how bold he was being but at the same time it felt good. 

Steve was gently sliding his damp shaft between the cheeks of my ass as he calmed down, rubbing it against the soft cotton that nestled there; I pushed back hard against him rotating my hips and he answered by squeezing my cheeks together, sandwiching his cock, to my surprise it had only softened slightly and I knew he would soon be ready for more than a little butt crack surfing.

I stayed where I was, bent over the sofa with my head on my arms enjoying the twin sensations of Steve stroking the soft flesh between my buttocks and the hand exploring my tits. I was so turned on that I reached a hand out towards William and stroked a finger along his semi hard penis. 

I turned my head to the side and said, "Scoot closer."

He must have looked to Steve because I heard him say, 

"Hey, whatever Jules wants its fine with me."

As he moved a little closer I was able to grab the shaft of his cock just under the head which oozed out a large drop of clear slick fluid in appreciation. 

William twitched a little as I began stroking my fingers slowly back and forth spreading pre-cum all over the length of his cock. 

I was a little disappointed as I felt Steve move away from me giving my ass a little slap as he did so, my pussy was a little more than damp and I was hoping for a little more of what he had just given me.

My disappointment didn't last as William, who seemed a little out of breath, said. 

"Is it Ok if I rest my hand on you while you're doing it to me?"

I smiled to myself at the 'doing it' and said, "I guess that would be Ok," while thinking to myself that he hadn't been so polite as to ask before he started to touch my breasts...although I wasn't complaining.

He rested his right hand on my left buttock just under my hip as he shuffled up to my side; at least I was able to get a better grip on him, wrapping my fingers tight around his shaft I began stroking his cock harder in a pulling motion tugging the foreskin right up over the helmet. 

He moved his hand down over my cheek and I could feel the heat from his fingers as they slowly moved down to the hem of my dress. 

I looked back a little surprised as I felt his fingers touch the back of my thigh underneath my dress; he slipped his hand up cupping my cheek squeezing slightly, his fingers just brushing the thin strand of material between them.

He jumped a little as his fingers made contact with my thong, pulling his hand back sharply. He suddenly realised that I was no longer moving my hand, although I still had him in a tight grip, and went a deep red as he also realised I was watching him.

"That was naughty." I said.

He went to move away and started to apologise but realised that he was going nowhere as I squeezed his cock.

"Shhh," I said and shifted round until I knelt opposite him.

"I said that it was naughty, I never said I didn't like it."

All he could do was kneel there opened mouthed, have I said how much of a turn on it is to be in complete control of a situation?

My pussy was leaking something fierce.

I took his hand and placed it on my inner thigh, just below my dress, he swallowed hard.

"You can touch my panties if you want to." I said, but grabbed his wrist as started to slide his hand up reaching between my legs.

"But just over the front of them, not between my legs and no sneaky business trying to slip a finger in under the side of them."

William agreed but looked confused as I still had hold of his wrist.

I guided his hand up under my dress until his fingers rested against the waist band of my panties, (I say waist but they were low cut and nowhere near my waist) then showed him where he could touch by taking a hold of his index finger and moving it down from the top of my panties stopping just as the tip pressed against the start of my slit, making sure that he would be touching me enough to cause a little ripple in my lower belly, (William was not the only one who needed to get off) but at the same time not letting him touch 'everywhere.'

I had continued to stroke the underside of his cock with the palm of my hand while guiding his fingers over my panties and talking to him, we were so close together that without thinking William had rested a hand on my hip for balance while I had a hand on his shoulder. 

I was kneeling up with my thighs together, not squeezed tight but just enough to limit the movement of his hand taking away the temptation of a 'stray' finger, but even though I had been pretty strict with him only allowing 'minimal' contact it wasn't long before I subconsciously was rocking my hips forward each time his finger neared my slit seeking a little more stimulation as he gently rubbed my panties.

It was obvious Steve knew how turned on I was getting when he came up behind me reached over my shoulder and grabbed my breast, squeezing hard making me gasp while whispering in my ear. 

"Let him touch a little more, you know you need it" 

He reached under my dress and ran his hands over my buttocks before gently nudging my thighs further apart, slipping his hand up between them and touching a finger to the damp crotch of my panties then trailing it up between my buttocks before letting my dress drift back over his hand as he sat back to see what I would do.

He was right; I was so turned on that I needed to cum and although the brief contact of William's fingers was nice in a tickling, teasing way it just wasn't going to do it.

I squeezed William to get his attention; he had been watching my hand on his cock intently and by the look in his eyes picturing what was hidden under the material his fingers were brushing against.

He kind of blinked back from wherever his thoughts had been as I smiled and whispered to him. "Let your hand move down."

As his hand had been at the top of my panties when I said it he misunderstood and moved his hand down to where I told him it was Ok to go.

"Not there further," I said. 

He inched his fingers along and I shuffled my knees out a little more anticipating the touch of his fingers over more intimate parts.

"Not there," I said, he started to pull his hand back but I stopped him by grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand until it rested over the crotch of my thong, "here."

He froze until I squeezed his cock again making him jump.

"Feel my pussy through the crotch of my panties, but keep your fingers flat and don't go underneath them." I squeezed his cock again to make my point. "Ok?"




House Guest



"Ok." He whispered.

He gingerly rubbed the crotch of my panties placing his hand exactly as I had shown him; I was starting to shake as my orgasm approached but even so I flinched a little at the slight but unexpected of the tip of a finger touching skin.

His fingers had started to make contact with bare flesh because the silky material of my thong had betrayed me yet again by slipping over to one side, once again exposing a tiny bit of 'lip' so despite William being very good and only touching me in the way that I had asked a tiny part of my bare vagina had been exposed.

I felt him shudder a little with excitement as his finger brushed soft skin, he must have suddenly realised he was touching somewhere I had told him not to because he began to pull his hand back.

Again I grabbed his wrist.

"Don't move." I hissed through clenched teeth, "keep doing what you are doing."

He was so nervous that I had to gently place his hand back and press my hand over his, pushing his fingers hard against my crotch before he got the message and continued to rub his fingers back and forth. 

I was so intent in getting off that I was doing little more than hold his cock at this point, massaging my fingers over it in time to the little twitches and pulses that were making my thighs tremble, I was so close but needed more to send me over the edge.

This was the best part of being 'in charge' of a guy and the most erotic thing ever as I gave them 'permission' to touch me a little more intimately, it was so exciting teasing both them and myself by slowly changing the boundaries and 'rules' as my excitement built especially as I never plan how far things will go, instead I 'feel the moment' and change things to suite my needs and desires.

Leaning close to William I whispered. "Ease a finger into my panties and touch it to my slit, but don't dare try to push it in, understand?"

Then added "That's if you want to," just to tease.

He fumbled for a few seconds until he finally managed to get his finger under the edge of my panties, inadvertently pushing just the very tip of his finger between my lips as he sought to pull the material away from the damp mess between my legs.

When he had his finger under the edge he tenderly ran it back and forth over my damp flesh careful not to use too much pressure even though his movements were hampered a little by my thong as it stuck to his hand. 

The feel of his finger tickling over my flesh for the first time was electric making me gasp and stiffen up, the churning in my belly becoming more and more intense. 

I was shaking all over.

Steve could see that I was close to orgasm and must have guessed that William's fingers were now inside my panties touching my bare pussy, but I can only imagine what was going through his mind as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband and began to pull my panties down. 

William felt what he was doing and moved his hand away from between my legs looking a little nervous as Steve ease them over my buttocks and slid them down my legs to my knees, encouraging me to lift them so he could slide the thong back and over my feet.

"Don't stop." I said to William as I desperately grabbed his hand and guided it back between my thighs; my legs were shaking so much I had to grip his shoulders with both hands just to steady myself.

"Don't just rub it use your fingers in me William," I hissed through clenched teeth. "I know you have wanted to ever since you touched my panties, so just do it."

I pulled one knee forward so that my foot was flat on the floor, parting my legs as wide as I could to allow his finger to enter my pussy as deep as it would go. 

His knuckles mashing against my sopping lips as he pushed it in and out.

"Use another." I pleaded.

He pressed his index finger to his middle finger and rubbed them back and forth.

"Put them in me now." I almost screamed.

It was agony as he slowly pushed them between my lips then heaven as he worked them back and forth.

My breath was coming in ragged gasps, I felt Steve's hand snake under my skirt around my hip and down between my legs, sending me over the edge as he pressed the tip of a finger to my clit massaging it with small circular movements until my juices exploded all over William's hand. 

Steve moved his hand as I shook with the force of my orgasm but William, being not very experienced was perhaps unaware of what was happening.

Either that or he was so caught up with being 'allowed' to touch me that he was reluctant to let the moment go.

Whatever the reason he kept fingering my pussy with short rapid thrusts until I could stand it no longer.

I grabbed his wrist.

"No more William." I need to get my breath I panted.

He sat back on his heels watching me as I regained some composure; his cock was sticking straight up against his belly the end swollen and red and very much in need of some attention.

I stood up still a little shaky 

"Lie back on the table so I can take care of that," I said pointing to his erection. 

He did as I said and I stood at his side.

"Would you like that hand job you were missing so much?" He started to answer me but I put my hand up to stop him. "Or do you prefer the 'camel toe slide' now?"

"The camel one," he said.

"I bet you do" I said, feeling very naughty because he hadn't caught on that this time there would be no 'camels toe' to slide along his cock. 

Because Steve had taken my panties off.

As he settled back I pressed the palm of my hand to my skirt holding it down while I straddled him, (because this time I didn't want him to see up it) then eased down slowly stopping as my vagina made the briefest of contact with the underside of his penis.

William's eyes went wide at the touch of skin on skin.

I laughed. "Did you forget that Steve pulled them off?"

He nodded then very gallantly asked. "Do you want to put them back on?"

In answer I settled down and moved my hips dragging my sopping slit along the length of his cock making him gasp. 

I very slowly repeated the movement but each time I rubbed my pussy along his shaft I settled down on his cock a little more, letting my weight transfer from my hands on his chest to my hips so that I slowly increased contact pressing my damp slit to him causing my lips to spread.

Between the pre cum that had been steadily pumping out from his cock and the juices that had and were still leaking from my pussy things were pretty slick.

Remembering what had happened earlier I shifted position a few times until I felt the head of his cock pressing against my clitoris, each time I pushed my hips down and back at the end of the stroke his cock gave it a little rub making the muscles in my thighs twitch.

Still moving slowly I teased both William and myself by letting the tip of his penis rub against my clit when I moved my hips back then as I moved forward along his shaft let it graze the entrance of my vagina, lingering there for just a second before moving my hips back the other way.

It was exciting because it was risky; we were both so slick that if I misjudged things when the head of his penis was by the entrance of my vagina his cock would slide right in as I pushed back.

I turned my head and looked over at Steve who was sitting on the sofa. 

He was slowly rubbing his penis a huge grin on his face; he could see that I was enjoying myself.

I smiled back and he winked.

I took a breath; I could feel William trembling under me, I could feel his cock twitching against my pussy and knew he wouldn't last much longer.

I rubbed along his length a couple more times and felt him tense.

"Are you going to cum?" I asked him.

He shook his head, "Not yet."

"William you must tell me when you are going to cum, Ok?"

He nodded, "Sure, yes of course I will."

"Not when it starts, before you cum or we are not going to be friends anymore Ok?"

"Promise," he said.

This time when I felt the tip of his penis brush against the entrance to my vagina I stayed still instead of pulling away, I could feel his sticky pre cum oozing out against my lips so I rocked my hips gently brushing them back and forth over the end spreading our juices along my slit.

They started to part with the pressure but I didn't stop instead I pressed back slowly rubbing my slit back and forth against the tip of his penis, harder and harder, allowing him to penetrate me, only stopping when the end of his cock was nestled just inside of my pussy. 

I squeezed down on it making him groan. 

I sat like this for a moment letting William get used to the sensation.

Little beads of sweat had formed on his forehead and he was biting his bottom lip. 

Moving my hips very slowly I took him inch by inch, when his cock was almost half way inside of me I pushed myself up a little on my hands and looked over at Steve.

My dress had covered up what had been happening, so as far as Steve was concerned I was just resting on William's cock sliding my pussy back and forth as I had done earlier.

I felt so naughty it was intoxicating. 

I smiled at Steve and he gave me a quizzical 'what are you up to' look.

His face was a picture as I shifted my hips back until I was sitting upright in the classical 'cowgirl position then slowly moved up and down on Williams cock, grinding my hips at the bottom then sliding up his entire length until the head almost popped out before sitting down as slowly as I could. 

Disappointingly I had only done this a couple of times when I felt William squirm under me, I rested my hands on his belly using faster shorter strokes as I sensed he was close to losing it but only managed a few before he cried out.

"Now, I'm going to do it now." 

I pushed back and swung my leg off him just in time to see his cock swell and spurt yet another load over his belly, he reached out to grab his cock but I took a hold of it first, kneeling by him and working my hand up and down the shaft as stream after stream of cum shot out. Some landed as far as his chest as he bucked his hips against my hand; it was a good job that he had pulled his top right up otherwise it would have been a right mess.

As the spurts became a dribble he reached out to stop my hand.

"Enough please Jules it's too sensitive."

I laughed...revenge was sweet.

As William got up off the table I felt Steve's hand on my back, the other flipping my skirt up as he straddled me from behind, I tried to move but he pushed me forward over the table scattering the cusions, his body pressed against mine and I could feel his erection crushed between us.

It felt huge after William, he took hold of my hips and pulled me against him, I couldn't help but glance over my shoulder as I felt the pressure of his penis against my vagina, noting the lustful look on his face as he rubbed the head back and forth.

Needing him inside I pushed back and felt it fill me.

I was so wet that the insides of my thighs were damp with my juices as they trickled out of my pussy, Steve pulled almost all the way out then pushed back in very slowly inch by inch teasing me in almost the same way I had teased William.

He kept this up until I was almost begging him to pick up the pace, moving my hips in a circular motion grinding against him when he was all the way in.

"Please do it harder."

He pulled me against him making a little 'whoosh' of air escape from between my lips. "Not yet." He whispered.

He shifted position so that his left foot was flat on the floor on the outside of my left leg and eased his cock out of my pussy dragging it over the lips, making me shudder at the contact and groan because he had taken it out.

He ran his fingers between my legs and then rubbed them over my ass making it slick.

I knew what he planned and panicked. 

"We can't do that with someone here."

He moved close behind me. "Yes I am." He said and used one hand to push firmly on my back holding me still as he pressed the head of his cock to my ass. 

We don't do it like this often, usually it is a treat for Steve when I feel like it but he had made it clear this was happening. I gasped as the slick head pushed against my tight hole biting down on my lip waiting for the moment of discomfort when it first 'pops' in but Steve's cock was so slick with the combination of our juices that it slipped in easily.

He pushed gently letting me get used to the sensation, moving in inches using the same slow movement that he had been teasing my pussy with just moments ago.

When he was all the way in he held my hips, rocking back and forth working the last inch in and out then pulled back until just the head of his cock rested inside me. 

He repeated the whole thing patiently until I arched my back pressing my bottom against him letting him know I was ready for more. 

Steve pushed forward slipping his cock all the way in, it was tight but because he had made sure the shaft was well lubricated with my juices it moved almost as freely as if he was deep in my pussy. 

For the first minute he took it easy then picked up a steady rhythm, gaining momentum as I pushed back at him, his cock sliding in and out in long slow strokes until it begin to throb and swell inside of me, gasping he shortened his strokes and thrust into me almost brutally his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled me hard against him. The feeling was unbelievable as he gave one final thrust and unloaded his cum deep in my ass. 

Steve let his cock ease out from between my cheeks; I didn't move as I felt his semen start to leak out of me. 

He reached under my dress and rubbed his hand between my legs spreading the wetness there, I gasped as his thumb sank between my lips and his fingers danced over my clit, I hadn't been far from orgasm when he had taken his cock from my pussy and was soon bucking my hips as his thumb moved in and out of me like a tiny chubby penis, his fingers rubbed back and forth over my clit until I flooded his hand trembling and shaking until I was spent.

I knelt there until I got my breath back, my thighs were soaked with a combination of multiple orgasms and cum that still leaked from my ass and down between my legs. Then just like that I got up and told William it was time to go, he gathered his DVDs and said goodnight.

As I stood there Steve looked at my dress, damp, crumpled and stuck to my thighs and buttocks. 

"That will need a dry clean." He said." I can't believe that you didn't take it off."

I laughed. "Sod the dry cleaners, one the public anal alone is worth a new dress and two do you realise that William never once saw my pussy all the time we were fooling around, he knows what I feel like but not what I look like, it's kind of erotic when someone is touching but not seeing everything don't you think?"

Steve laughed. "Well if I'm buying a new dress it's going to be way shorter than that and as for the 'public' anal doing it in front of one guy you know doesn't make it public...but maybe we can work on that when the weathers better.

I pushed past him and headed for the shower. 

"Dream on," I said...

But then again...

Jx



House Guest



PREPARING FOR A GUEST

Poor Jeremy, Kristen thought as she pulled the freshly laundered sheets from the dryer. She walked down the hall with them bundled in her arms toward the guest room. With the kids away at camp she was taking advantage of the uninterrupted days to get caught up on housework and projects. That was, until, her husband's best friend had called and said he'd like to come down to visit for a couple days. 

Her husband Brandon, and Jeremy had been friends since childhood. Until recently, Jeremy had been married to Lori and the two couples had been close. They vacationed together and their children were friends, closer really, more like cousins. Jeremy had said that Lori had the kids this week and the he just needed to get away for a while. So instead of cleaning out the hall closet Kristen began making up the guest room for their friend. She went down the list: clean sheets-check, vacuumed-check, clean towels in the closet-check, beer in the fridge and coffee in the cabinet-check.

Just after six Brandon arrived home from work and he and Kristen began preparing dinner together. Kristen, having very little desire to or experience with cooking usually didn't stray farther than chopping vegetables and setting the table. Brandon on the other hand both enjoyed cooking and worked his way around the kitchen easily. He prepared the steaks for the grill, started the couscous salad, and began preparing the blackberry cobbler for dessert all at once it seemed. They moved together comfortably in the kitchen together. Which, after nearly 20 years together was as it should be, Kristen thought.

"How much time do we have until Jeremy gets here? I don't want to put the steaks on too early," Brandon asked. At a breaking point, he stopped, leaned back against the counter and took a pull from his beer bottle. He liked to watch Kristen in the kitchen. Well, he liked to watch Kristen anywhere. The summery skirt she wore today reminded him of sunflowers. All these years together and he thought she was more beautiful now than when they first met. He felt a pang of sadness as he thought of his friend. Jeremy and Lori had been married nearly as long as he and Kristen had been. He didn't understand how they had let their relationship fall apart like they did. Over the past few years it was getting less and less fun to hang out with them as they fought more and more often. Well, the hard part was over for Jeremy and Lori. Now they both were getting their lives back in order, just this time without each other. Brandon was glad his friend was coming. It had been a long while since they had hung out.

"Any minute now, I think. But I would wait on the steaks. Jeremy said he was leaving work early, around two o'clock," Kristen answered. "If he left at two, which is doubtful, he should be arriving about six-thirty." She swiped the last of the cut zucchini into the bowl then turned to face her husband.

"If we have a few minutes, I can think of a few ways to spend them," he said with a grin spreading across his face. Kristen crossed to him and he folded her into his arms and kissed her sweetly. He took her left hand, their wedding rings made that soft clink sound she loved, and he twirled her around so that her back was to him and his arms wrapped around her waist. His erection pressed firmly into her low back. 

She smiled and lifted her chin to his neck and laughed, "I think walking in and finding us fucking over his uncooked dinner is not the welcome Jeremy would be expecting." 

Brandon leaned down to kiss her again and, as if on cue, truck tires could be heard pulling onto the gravel driveway. "Jeremy's here!" they said together.

When Jeremy swooped in through the door, larger than life as usual, Kristen thought she detected a shadow behind the smile. He stepped into the kitchen extending a hand to Brandon who pulled Jeremy into a hug and, like men do, pounded each other on the back. Then Jeremy turned to Kristen, scooped her into a hug, dipped her just like in an old movie and planted a kiss on her cheek. When he'd stood her on her feet again she'd forgotten about the sad shadow she thought she'd seen.

BETWEEN FRIENDS

They ate on the patio, enjoying the warm summer evening. They talked mostly of work, movies, friends and a little politics. Brandon thought Jeremy sounded sad still when they spoke of Lori or about the arrangement with their kids. He misses them. All of them, he thought sadly. But all in all, the discussions were relaxing and comfortable and gave them the excuse to sit and drink wine until the sun sank low in the purpling sky.

"The stars are amazing here," Jeremy offered as they lay on the blanket Kristen had brought out and spread in the middle of the grass. Kristen laid with her head on Brandon's lap and her feet on Jeremy's legs so that they made a lopsided H on the ground.  

Brandon pointed up to the sky above them, "There's a satellite. Heading north, kinda dim, going by that bright star there. It is a wonder that spotting satellites never loses its appeal. They just look like little stars gliding through the sky but I never get bored looking for them."

"I see it," Jeremy said.

"I'd look but I can't keep my eyes open. I was on my feet so much today just getting stuff done around the house. It feels good to close my eyes for a bit," Kristen replied, her voice muddled a little with drink and sleep. 

Jeremy sat up and began to rub her feet. He and Brandon continued to talk softly of the stars and satellites and Kristen tried to listen but her head became more foggy for her feet felt so great with Jeremy rubbing them. Tension melted away and the warmth of well being crept through her. It felt divine. Jeremy's hands moved from her feet to her ankles and calf, rubbing in gentle small circles, working out sore stiff muscles and heating her skin. Oh, boy, I should probably move, she thought. Kirsten stole a glance at Brandon wondering if he was noticing that Jeremy's hands were roaming a little farther than maybe they should. Her eyes locked on Brandon's and she knew he had noticed. Just as he noticed that Jeremy's hands continued to move a little farther up her leg and that she seemed to be responding to his touch. Her breath hitched expecting his displeasure but the familiarity of nearly 20 years allowed for so much to be communicated within a look. 

At once she was remembering a time a long while back that she and Brandon were making up fantasies and they had talked about one that involved Jeremy. It felt like a harmless fantasy then because it seemed such an impossibility. But now... 

Brandon looked away from her and at Jeremy. She didn't know what was said in that significant look, but like she and Brandon, Jeremy and Brandon had been friends most of their lives, and volumes could be spoken in a glance. 

Then, on that unspoken word, Jeremy's hand glided up Kristen's inner thigh sending flames of heat up her legs. Trepidation and desire bloomed simultaneously low in her belly - a ball of heat that began to spread. Jeremy leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her back and shoulders. He lifted her and rolled back so that she sat astride him on the blanket. He held her there with his hands on her hips, her skirt draped across his stomach, and he watched her face, his eyes asking and wanting. 

She had not expected this. Confusion, fear, and anticipation warred in her head trying to make sense of the situation. Then, through the darkness she felt, more that saw, her husband move to sit behind her and enfold her shoulders with his right arm, holding her comfortingly to his chest. And the war in her head was over. Desire and anticipation won out, all but gagging the little voice of warning that still protested in her head. 

Jeremy gently pulled her hips as he pushed his erection up against her sex. Heat pulsed through her and she felt her eyes glaze, her head rolled back onto Brandon's shoulder. Jeremy pushed again, and again she was rewarded with a pulse of heat. Brandon slowly put his left hand under her tank top, under the edge of her bra and found her breast. Her nipple hardened at his touch and sent a fresh wave of desire through her. Could this be happening? she thought. Is this a good idea? She shoved that thought away because her body was too far-gone. 

She reached under her skirt to find Jeremy's pants button. She undid the button and pulled to one side releasing the zipper. Under his jeans his dick swelled under his underwear, the material thin enough she could feel the heat of his skin. Jeremy lifted his hips to push his clothes down allowing his erection to spring free against Kristen's clit and she moaned. She pushed against Jeremy rubbing herself against him, awakening her arousal further, her hearing drowned by the sound of her own blood rushing in her ears.

Brandon continued to hold her tight, rubbing her breast, kissing her neck, his erection hard against her backside. He reached under her skirt to find her panties. He stuck his thumbs through the lacey material then pulled out away from her hips and her panties disintegrated. Tossing the wrecked material aside, he lifted her. 

But it was Jeremy's fingers that found her. At least she thought so. Her body was a mass of sensations and it had become difficult to differentiate who or what was touching her, urging her on. He slid his fingers into her and her breath caught again. Her mouth open and eyes closed she began to move, to give in to the pleasure of another man's hands on her, in her. 

Suddenly, it wasn't his hands but his dick, hot and hard. Jeremy lifted her by the hips and guided her down slowly onto him. As he filled her she let her mouth fall open and her breathing began to come a little more unevenly. Brandon's hand closed around her jaw and he pulled her mouth around to his and he kissed her. His mouth hot and wet and wanting. His tongue a salve, water of life. She had to have it and she eagerly kissed him back. One of his hands held her face to his the other cupped and squeezed her breasts. 

Jeremy began to move inside her, so hot, pushing and pulling. Kristen didn't know where she stopped and started anymore. Her need, her desire flashed and burned and consumed her. She felt Brandon's hand move to her bottom and lift her. His cock was hard and wet when he put it to the opening of her ass. He wouldn't push, that was for her to do as they did when they made love just the two them as not to hurt her. But her body was open and wanting and she lowered onto him steadily and easily, sheathing his cock in her ass and Jeremy's in her as well. 

Both men froze not wanting to push her beyond what she wanted, not wanting to hurt her. But Kristen was all over this. She had fantasized of this very thing and was now lost in the overwhelming pleasure of it. She began to move. Up and down, tilting her pelvis and enveloping them again and again. She rode them and as she did she climbed higher and higher until her body quaked in wracking spasms. She called out and fisted her hands on Jeremy's chest. Her climax pushing them over the edge, both Brandon and Jeremy found their release. Inside her she felt them pulsing and the heat of their climax explode and spread in her. She collapsed, all her strength tapped, Brandon's arms holding her tight.

They sat quietly a moment catching their breath before Kristen kissed her husband, leaned forward to kiss Jeremy, and got up, "I don't know about all y'all, but I need a shower." She sauntered off toward the house as if they had just finished a picnic but inside her heart raced, her eyes were wide, and she was screaming OH MY GOD! WHAT DID I JUST DO? But she was also so very pleased at the moment. That was amazing, she thought.

TIME TOGETHER

As she showered she wondered what the boys were talking about. She hoped that everything was okay. She didn't start this after all. She decided that she would go out and rejoin them after she got dressed and pretend that nothing had happened, that everything was just like it had always been. She walked into her bedroom wrapped in a towel, her hair still dripping down her back and saw her husband sitting on the edge of the bed, his head down. Uh oh, she thought. 

Brandon looked up at her, his eyes somewhere between burning desire and utter panic. "I need to know. I need to know," he said urgently, almost pleading. He stood quickly, moving to her in one step and enclosed her in his arms. In an instant she was under him on the bed, his knees between hers, pushing them wide. "I need you," he said into her mouth as he kissed her. He kissed her mouth and neck with desperation. He ran his hands down her body causing the towel to fall to her side on the still-made bed. "I need you," he said again then entered her. 

"Yes," Kristen sought to reassure him with her words, her body. "Yes," she said again, "I need to you, too. I need you, too. I love you." 

And he took and felt and found solace in his wife, as he had not done in so long. They looked at each other, eye to eye, into the windows of their souls, to confirm their connection to affirm their love, their relationship, until he was spent and melted into her kissing her softly.

They lay there in each other's arms long into the night. Brandon spoke softly into the silence, "I thought I was okay, you know? We had talked about this kind of thing even if we never thought it would happen and I thought I was okay. And it was so amazing, watching you, with him, being in you and feeling ... everything..." 

He ran his hands through his hair as he thought how to say the next part. His wife listened, not wanting to interrupt him, knowing he needed to say what was warring in his head and heart. "It was amazing. Then, I dunno. I began to panic. I worried that maybe I'd just lost you. That maybe I'd just lost you and I was the one that allowed it to happen." he looked at her then, "I just needed to know. Needed to know I still had you. That we were okay, I guess. Sorry. I kind of jumped on you."

Kristen smiled, "I know what you mean. I was feeling a little that way, too. And it's okay, you jumping on me that way. I kinda liked it." She thought a moment, sorting out her ideas and feelings a moment before speaking again, "We're okay. I love you. No chance of losing me. You're stuck, Mister." She smiled and rolled up on her elbow to look at him and kissed him. "We are so okay," and kissed him again. They made love once more before catching sleep in the last hours before morning.

TIME FOR FRIENDS

Kristen awoke, click, like a light being switched on. Brandon still lay asleep, sprawled on his back. It had been a long, emotionally charged night so she left him to snooze while she got up to make coffee and maybe read a while. 

As she passed the guest room where Jeremy stayed she assumed that he still slept as well. She busied herself making coffee and then meant to return to her bedroom quietly to get her book before curling up on the couch for some quiet time. But when she passed the guest room the door was open and Jeremy was making the bed. When Kristen knocked on the door jam Jeremy smiled at her and invited her in. 

She had wanted to see him last night after her shower. She was anxious to know that everything was good between them and that it wasn't, well, weird. She didn't know what, if anything, had transpired between her husband and Jeremy last night after she left and before Brandon's return to their bedroom last night. She decided to ask, "Hey, Jeremy, I just, I guess, I just want to be sure that we're still good. You know? I wouldn't want one foolish crazy night to ruin things. You know?" Her voice sounded awkward in her own ears. Nervous much, Kristen? Geez. 

Jeremy turned to look her, "No. No! Kristen, not at all. Nothing weird here." He started to turn toward the bed again but stopped, reconsidering. He turned back to look at her straight on, "I've been in a bad place a while now. You, and Brandon, I guess. But then that is a little weird so... You are safe. Comfortable. I trust you. Last night, you, your body, shit. Um, it was exactly what I needed. Like you healed me. Like your body healed me a little, I guess." He hesitated, Brandon appeared in the doorway. Kristen turned to see him too and she smiled. He always does make her heart smile when he is near. And after last night, the way they had reconnected, reassured. Nothing could get between them. Amazing. 

"I've already had my morning nookie but do I get to watch?" he said nonchalantly leaning on the door jam and sipping a cup of coffee. Kristen started to explain that what he had seen wasn't what he had thought, they were just talking. But Jeremy, having done another best-friend-telepathy-thing again with her husband reached out for her waist and pulled her to him, urgently taking her mouth. His eyes, however, stayed for a moment on his friend, gauging his reaction. 

Apparently her husband was indulging his latent voyeur tendencies because Jeremy, satisfied with what he saw on Brandon's face, closed his eyes and deepened his kiss on Kristen. Giving in to this newest onslaught of sensations and emotions she returned his kiss and closed her hands on his biceps. She felt his dick grow hard immediately against her belly and desire tightened like a fist low and hot in her groin. 

Jeremy lowered her onto the bed and continued kissing her, licking and biting at her neck and jaw, pressing his cock between her legs. She felt warm and wet beneath her panties. He grabbed at the hem of her nightdress and yanked it up to her ribs. His fingers trailed up from her hips to her side and her breasts. He found her nipple hard and erect, begging to be teased. He squeezed it between his thumb and index finger, making her suck in a gasp of breath and let it out again with a moan low in her throat.  

She looked over at her husband. He seemed to be making a study of them, watching appreciatively like one would an alluring painting in a museum. His lips were parted slightly and his eyes seemed to feast on the sight of his wife's pleasure. Kristen closed her eyes and felt, no, absorbed Jeremy as he slid hot and thick into her. She felt full inside and so hot she wondered it didn't burn. 

He moved on her, driving her up, fondling her body, desire flashed like fire across her skin. Her mind began to spin, white hot, then colors exploded behind her eyes as her climax built and peaked. Kristen clutched a Jeremy's back holding him deep in her but her eyes found Brandon. He was lost watching her, his own cock hard in his hand, watching her. Her orgasm exploded from her core, clamping down on Jeremy as he came with her, throwing her head back as her body pulsed. 

Spent, she let her arms fall wide and her knees splay to the sides. Jeremy lay with his head buried in her ribs, waiting for breath and heart to return to normal. 

Though her eyes were closed she heard Brandon rise from the chair. He leaned down to her and whispered, "You are amazing. I love you." Then he kissed her sweetly and before reaching the door he said, "Go get cleaned up kids. I'm making waffles for breakfast!" 

She felt Jeremy laugh into her side. He looked up at her smiling. Kristen laughed too, "I guess it's time to get up!" 



House Guest



I got a call from an old college buddy of mine last week, Jimmy Hall. He's a pretty successful photographer in the mid-west, these days. We caught up, shooting the shit about old times before he asked if I could put up a friend of his that was coming to work in my area for a few weeks. At first I had qualms about the idea. It's not that I didn't have plenty of room, my house is a decent sized 2 bedroom cottage not far from the beach and I live alone. It had the added benefit of a large yard, and being the last house on a cul de sac, making it nice and private. It fit my introverted lifestyle. I mostly worked from home these days, so I wasn't worried about having the place cleaned out while I wasn't home.

He told me about his friend Jess, she was a typical struggling college student that modeled for him when not in school. She had two jobs lined up near here. If she were to stay in a motel she'd barely make enough to break even for the trip. I probably would have told Jim no if not for the feeling that he wasn't giving me the whole story. Something triggered my curiosity and without realizing why, I agreed. He thanked me and said that he'd give my info to Jess and she'd call me to set up the details. A couple hours later I got her call. She sounded upbeat and was very grateful that I'd let her stay with me while in the area. I gave her directions to the house and my cell number in case she got lost along the way. She said she would be here in couple days. That was two days ago.

I'd just finished mowing the lawn, and was sitting on the porch step with a cold drink when I saw a car driving slowly past, the driver peeking out the passenger window at the mailbox. The car popped into reverse and came down the driveway. It was her, she had been nice enough to send one of her head shots so that I'd recognize her when she arrived. I got up and waved as I walked toward the car. I pointed to the spot next to my car, she nodded and pulled in alongside. I walked around the back of the car as the door opened and a long, shapely, leg swathed in skin tight fabric to just below the knee, swung out of the door, joined quickly by the other as she stood and arched her back. I took a moment to look her up and down, and realized quickly why she was model material. She was a tall girl with brown hair sporting blonde highlights, with a lean athletic body, and a bright smile, which gave her eyes a slight squint and an accompanying twinkle.

"You must be Pete, or I'm in the wrong place." She said holding out her hand.

"If you're Jess, you're in the right place."

"I want to thank you for letting me crash with you. Jimmy said you were buddies in college and you were a cool guy."

"Well I can attest to the former, the latter I'll let you determine for yourself. Need a hand with your bags?" I said nodding at the trunk. We got her bags into the house and showed her the layout. She freshened up a bit before she came back into the kitchen where I set her up with a house key and one of the local tourist maps of the area. She already had my numbers in case she got lost.

I looked up and noticed she was biting her lip. I just raised my eyebrows in inquiry.

"Sorry. I just wanted to say thanks again. I can't do much but I can help out around the house and buy my own food." She said stumbling.

"Don't worry about it. I have somebody that comes in once a week to clean, and I won't let you starve. Though in your line of work I would think that's to be expected."

She laughed a little nervously. "No, I can eat. I'm blessed with good genes." Her eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched up a little as she smiled, and visibly relaxed.

"Are you thirsty? I just made a pitcher of iced tea."

While I put glasses on the counter and reached into the fridge for the pitcher, she asked. "You look like you're in good shape, do you go to the gym?"

I smiled, "not as much as I should, but I like to keep active. I bike a lot, hike some." I paused. "I can get you a guest pass at my gym if you'd like. I can't say that you won't get hit on constantly."

"Oh, hang on a sec," as she darted to her bedroom and came back with her cell. "I promised I'd let my dad know when I got here." She said crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth, which caused me to bust out laughing. She began tapping away on her phone, which immediately buzzed back. She tapped in more and set it aside, it vibrated again but she just looked at it, rolling her eyes.

"If you don't mind I'm going to take a walk. I feel all cramped up from being in the car for two days."

"From the driveway to the main road is about a quarter mile, be careful if you go any further, the main road is busy and doesn't have a sidewalk."

"Half a mile should be plenty to stretch out in." She smiled and turned getting her bearings and headed for the door. I watched her dance down the few steps to the driveway and turn out of sight. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and chugged the last of my tea thinking that this may not be as easy as I first thought.

I went and checked my email seeing if there were any work crises I needed to address, but nothing popped up. I shot off a quick email to Jimmy telling him that Jess had arrived, and that I wasn't sure that he should be thanking me, but maybe the other way around.

She walked back into the kitchen a little later, calling out my name, I called back to her from my office. She looked around the corner of the doorway. "I was going to unpack and grab a shower. Do you want to go and grab some dinner after? My treat." 

I looked up, smiled and agreed. Her bedroom door was nearly across from my office door, so I could hear the homely puttering for a few minutes before I heard her pass by the door on her way to the bath. I heard a little puttering in there before the water came on. A few minutes later I heard some muttered cursing before hearing my name being called again.

I walked over to the bathroom door and asked if there was a problem.

"How do you adjust the temperature on this thing?" 

"Are you decent? I'll show you."

"Yea c'mon in."

I opened the door to find her standing there stark naked leaning over the shower control.

"Oh shit, sorry!" I said as I stepped back closing the door. A moment passed and I heard giggling, as the door opened again. This time she was wrapped in one of the bath towels. 

"Sorry, when you spend as much time dressing and undressing in front of strangers as I do, you sort of forget that standing around naked isn't normal for most people."

I took a moment to notice how distressingly small my towels were in the coverage department before nodding to the shower. I showed her how the shower worked and left her to it, and went back to my office. I sat there staring out the window, remembering just what I saw. Jess was lightly tanned, but that's to be expected in May I guess. She had no tan lines. I remembered a small flash, a belly button piercing with a little jewel in it. Her long muscular legs led up to a wonderfully tight ass.

I listened for a few more minutes, she found the massage setting on the shower head, it's pulsing vibration thrumming in my ears. I found it all to easy to picture the spray beating off her skin before exploding into mist, the water trailing down her body.

"Snap out of it dude." I chided myself quietly. "She's half your age." I decided a shower wouldn't be a bad idea for me after the yard work I did earlier. I waited to hear the water stop before heading to my bathroom to hose off. 

I stepped into the hot spray and closed my eyes, letting it wash down over me for a moment. Unbidden images of Jess naked kept popping into my head, her lean neck stretched up to the spray, letting it hit her in the chest, water dripping from hard nipples, rivulets running down her flat stomach. I shook myself like a wet dog to scatter the thoughts, but it was too late, the effect was obvious and standing neatly at attention in front of me. I did my best to ignore it as I washed, once more my mind wandered as I imagined soft soap bubbles sliding down warm wet skin. I scrubbed my fingers through my close cropped hair and forcibly tried to think of the last ten hockey championship teams to get my mind off it. It didn't work, and I found myself taking matters in hand, quite literally.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, noticing that my problem hadn't completely gone away. I walked into my bedroom wrapped in only a towel. I was brought up short by Jess laying across my bed fully dressed in jeans and a light sweater, flipping through the book I'd left on the nightstand.

"Nice." She said her eyes roaming over me. I felt myself flush a bit, and sucked in my stomach.

"Thanks," I replied, "would you mind if I got dressed before we go?"

"Oh, not at all." She said looking up at me, then looked down at the book and flipped another page, a devilish grin crept across her face. "You know restaurants are these days, no shirt, no shoes, no service. I always wondered if that meant pants were optional."

It was going to be that way was it? I decided, 'What the hell?' I turned to my dresser pulled out a pair of boxers, dropped the towel and leaned down to pull them on. I looked up and noticed my blunder as I looked into the dresser mirror to see her head tilted up, her eyes roaming over me. If I chose a little modesty by keeping my back to her, the mirror assured me that I had none.

"If you're waiting for me to slip a single in there in hopes you'll drop them again, I'll need to go get my wallet." She teased, and with that statement the tension was broken and we both started laughing. I grabbed my jeans and tugged them on and finished dressing in a button down and my boat shoes. She took a moment to look me up and down before nodding approval. "You have that LL Bean catalog model look about you. I like it." She was up and at the door in a blur. "Come on, I'm hungry. Despite what you might hear, not all models starve themselves."

After deciding what she wanted, we ended up going to my favorite pub & grub place known better to the locals than the tourists. I noticed as we found a table, that we got a few looks, I got a couple smiles and nods from guys as we walked by. We sat, ordered dinner, and made small talk.

"Jimmy said you're sort of retired, is that true?"

I laughed. "Well some people seem to think so, but I do work, I just do it on my own terms now. I wrote a software program years ago, and a company with a very fat wallet wanted to buy it very badly, so they met my price. Now I enjoy the luxury of taking work when I want, and still make a decent living."

"Oh," she replied. I got the distinct feeling there was a question behind it but it wasn't being asked, so I prompted her.

"It's just that, I have a shoot set up with a guy on Saturday, and everything I can find on the photographer is really new, his website, his online credentials, and it makes me a bit nervous to go alone. I'll wing it, it's probably fine."

I just lifted my eyebrows. "Would you like me to come along, in case he's not kosher?" I asked. She visibly relaxed.

"I don't mind working with people that are established, and have good references, but people that are new give me the willies, only because you're never sure if you're dealing with a real photographer or a pervert with a point and shoot." That made me chuckle, knowing that's very likely in this day and age. I told her that I'd be happy to help her out.

When we got back home we killed the next couple hours watching TV, before Jess was out cold curled up on the couch. I nudged her awake and sent her off to bed.

"Thank you for everything." She said before giving me a kiss on the cheek. She turned and padded down the hall and into her room, closing the door slowly behind her. I went to bed, knowing that I was going to have some steamy dreams.

I awoke with physical proof that I was right about the dreams. When was the last time I had morning wood? I was glad that I had an attached bathroom. Showered, shaved and dressed for the day I made my way to the kitchen and started coffee, rather than my usual bowl of corn flakes I decided I'd make use of the extra food I bought. Not knowing what models ate, I guessed heavily on the fruit, and had a little of everything. I started washing, peeling and slicing, and ended up with two large bowls of fruit salad. I popped them into the fridge while deciding what to chase them with when I heard a bump followed by some loud swearing.

I walked down the hallway. "Are you alright in there or should I dial 911?"

"Yes, I just stubbed my toe. Unfamiliar surroundings when I'm half asleep can be dangerous." She hollered back through the door, just before opening it. She was surprised that I was standing at the door, nearly as much as I was by her whipping it open as fast as she did. We both stepped back startled. She sighed deeply, and I took a moment to begin breathing again myself. "Sorry, I just didn't expect you to be standing right there."

I just stood, my mouth open staring at her long legs leading up to tiny purple shorts, and a matching tank top, which left little to the imagination. I made it back up to her face to see a wry grin, and smiling eyes looking back at me from under a lock of hair that had fallen over one of them. A moment passed and she reached up and gently lifted my chin, closing my mouth for me, and with a familiar pat to my chest pushed me gently aside and disappeared into the bathroom.

I walked back to the kitchen and leaned against the counter and sipped my coffee. A moment later she padded in and opened a cupboard, not seeing what she wanted, opened the next and took a coffee cup down and filled it. She reached into the fridge and topped it off with a little milk and sugar.

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"No, go ahead." I said.

"Are you seeing anyone? Have a girlfriend, err... or a boyfriend?" She asked lightly with the last one.

I chuckled, "No I'm not seeing any one, and I don't have a girlfriend or a boyfriend."

"Ah, okay it's just that every time you look at me it's like you've never seen a girl before. When was the last time you got laid?" She opened her mouth in shock, and slapped her hand over it. "Oh my god! I'm sorry that just slipped out."

I started genuinely laughing. "Well it's been a while, now that you mention it. Why do you ask?"

Trying to get past the statement she'd just made, she rambled on. "It's just that yesterday when you came into the bathroom and saw me standing there naked you went bright pink, even to your ears. Then just now in the doorway, you were standing there with your mouth hanging open."

I paused to reflect on what she was saying. "You're very modest to be completely unaware of just how beautiful you are, and the effect it has on a mere mortal like me. I may be older than you, but I'm not dead."

"You are so sweet. Thank you." She beamed.

We polished off the fruit and chased it with toast slathered in peanut butter, which Jess said was plenty for her. We chatted a bit over the rest of the coffee before I made my way to my office to work a bit. She disappeared into her room, then I heard her wander out to the living room.

After living alone for so long, you get attuned to the sounds and feel of your space. When you hear noises you're not used to they tend to distract you from what you're doing and in my case, make me curious. The occasional sigh, bump and rustle from whatever Jess was doing caused me to keep looking up. I sat back after firing off an email and listened for a minute. Unsure of what I was hearing, a mix of breathing and the sound of a body moving around on the floor, I quietly walked down the hall and peeked around the corner into the living room. The sight that greeted me was incredible. Jess was in some sort of yoga pose with her ass sticking straight up in the air. The black shorts she changed into stretched very tightly barely covering her. Her long tanned legs were taut as she relaxed down to the floor, arching her back and tilting her head back. I was mesmerized watching her move. She reminded me of a cat stretching before a nap. She began changing into another position and realized I was peeking and stepped carefully into the kitchen to make more coffee. 

A while later Jess appeared in the doorway, a towel over her shoulder and a glass of water in her hand.

"I'm going to grab a shower and run into town. Do you need anything while I'm there?"

"I can't think of anything, but if there's anything missing in the fridge that you want go ahead and pick it up and let me know how much it is."

She waved me off, "I think I can handle a couple yogurts and an avocado or two."

She went off into her room and passed back going into the bath to start the shower. One more pass and she walked back to the bath naked from her room. My eyes opened wide. She popped her head around my door jamb, "eyes on your work you!" She said with a wink. "I love making you blush."

The shock having worn off a bit I put my hand to my forehead and chuckled. I noticed the sound of the shower was louder than usual, she must have left the door open, no doubt intentionally. I was starting to notice a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her, which was provoking a voyeuristic one in me. The desire to peek was greater than it should have been. The water stopped and I pretended to work as I heard the homely sounds of her getting ready. She walked past the door again, her skin glowing. Was that a smile on her lips? She knew what she was doing and was having fun with it. She came back, wearing panties this time, with two tops.

"Which one doesn't scream tourist to you?" She held up an Ohio State Buckeyes t-shirt in front of her, then moved it aside showing the fact that she had neglected to put on a bra yet, then held up a blue and white plaid button down.

"Being in Maine, the Buckeyes shirt is a no-no, plaid is the native dress around here." I replied with a little laugh. She stood there with both dangling, her breasts were high and firm, the nipples standing up straight, and I was so enthralled I missed what she said. "Huh?"

Her grin widened. "I said, do you want to see something cute?"

"I already am." I said.

"Aww, thank you." She smiled even broader and turned around leaning forward slightly. Across the back of her panties it said 'I kiss boys' the word kiss was substituted by puckered lips in pink.

I cleared my throat and said, "lucky boys." She winked at me over her shoulder and skipped off to her room. While I thanked heaven for the fact that my desk was hiding my appreciation for everything I'd just witnessed.

"Catch you in a bit. If you need anything just call me and I'll pick it up."

I finally got some work done, with occasional moments of distraction, day dreaming of naked coeds. One specific naked coed actually. I got up and stretched and noticed that the effect she'd had on me earlier was finally gone, but not forgotten. I wandered to the kitchen to grab something in the way of lunch, as I passed the bathroom I noticed a lacy bra hanging from the doorknob and smiled. I wondered how many lucky guys are going to get a peek down that shirt today. About mid-afternoon I heard the kitchen door open and the screen door close.

"It's nice outside. Do you mind if I leave the door open?"

"Not at all." I called back from the office. I heard her rustling around in the kitchen for a few then she popped into the office to say hi. She leaned over the desk her palms resting on the edge, I noted that she was in fact wearing a bra, and a lovely one at that. "Did you find everything you went looking for?" I asked, tearing my eyes away from her cleavage to look back at my computer.

"Yup, I even found us a little treat."

I lifted my gaze to look her in the eyes. She had a knowing smile, I wasn't fooling anyone, and she gladly stood there daring me to peek again. I cleared my throat. "Oh? What's that?"




House Guest



"I found this little bakery that had these monstrous brownies, so I got two and picked up a pint of ice cream. Brownie sundaes for dessert!" She grinned her nose scrunching up in delight. It was infectious and I soon felt myself grinning too. She went off to her room where I heard her rustling through more shopping bags before going out into the yard.

I worked a little longer, finishing off a few calls and checking in on my email one last time. It was about four so I decided I was done for the day. If it was as nice as Jess had said I thought I might break out the grill and whip up dinner. I went into the kitchen and took out the chicken and started it marinating. I went to the sink to clean up and looked out the window into the yard and my heart nearly stopped. Jess lay there in the sunlight naked, her skin gleaming gold, a small pair of shades covered her eyes. My eyes roamed over her body, her arms slightly away from her body, turned palms down led up to her squared shoulders. Her breasts were perfect, the nipples stood up hard and pink. Her stomach was a flat valley, her long legs parted slightly showing even more of her. Her skin was smooth and shone like silk. Something changed and I came to my senses. I felt a sudden rush of guilt peeping at her like this. I looked again to see what changed, and it took a moment to notice that she was smiling. She knew I was watching. How I wasn't sure with those little tanning shades on, but she knew. She took the little shades off and I moved out of the center of the window, but kept my eye on her. She took her bottle of lotion and poured some into her hands and raised her leg high in the air, and rubbed it into the back of her leg all the way from heel to hip, she did the same to the other. 

"Hey Pete, could you do me a favor?" She yelled from the yard. She knew I would hear her, because she knew I was watching. To say anything was admission, and I was torn as to whether or not I should respond.

I took a deep breath and called out the window. "What's that?" I tried to sound nonchalant and rinsed my hands again in the sink.

"Could you come out here and put some lotion on my back please."

My heart started beating against my ribs like a hammer. Was she serious? My pulse raced as I looked at her, she was sitting up now and was rubbing lotion down the backs of her arms. I'd like nothing more than to make sure the sun only kissed that body but never burned it. After a moment she looked up and put her hand over her eyes to get a better look in the window at me.

"Uh, sure." I said. She had rolled onto her stomach by the time I stood next to her. She leaned on her elbows and looked up at me.

"Thanks." She handed me the bottle. "I have this little sponge on a stick to reach back there, when I'm at home, but I didn't think to bring it." She laid down, and swept her hair to the side, her palms facing up. I looked at her laying there naked and after a moment she cleared her throat to break me out of my trance. "Do I need to push your chin up again?"

"Sorry, no." I said laughing. I squirted a healthy dose of lotion making a design down her back.

"There we go." She said. I ran my hands through the lotion and began at her shoulders working my way down to the small of her back. She sighed. "That feels good, you have nice hands."

"All that typing." I mumbled, my throat getting dry as the rest of me broke out in a sweat. I stopped at her lower back, but wanting to continue down her heart shaped ass.

"Keep going, I don't want my ass to look like a giant strawberry." When I didn't move, she took the bottle of lotion and reached back squirting a few lines back and forth over her rear. "Come on, before it starts to burn." She was grinning at me. 

"In for a penny." I said and began massaging the lotion in, her muscles tightened and I noticed I was digging into the flesh with my fingers, not just spreading the lotion. She moaned and lifted her hips ever so slightly. I stopped, realizing what I was doing, and without a second thought gave her a smack on those beautiful cheeks. "You are incorrigible." I said.

Jess busted out laughing at that. "I was curious how far you'd go." I looked around for a towel to wipe my hands on and she saw me from the corner of her eye.

"Here." She said rolling up onto her side, giving me a full frontal view of her from only inches away. My eyes swept slowly over her body eventually getting back to her face. The expression there was a mix of amusement and, was that desire?

"Towel?" She said lifting the edge of the towel she was laying on.

"Oh yea." I said as I reached down to wipe my hands. "I'm going to go make us some dinner."

"I'll be inside in a few minutes to hit the shower." She smiled and rolled back onto the towel before my hands were clear. Her breast brushed the back of my hand as I pulled it away.

I walked slowly, and uncomfortably back towards the house. I stopped to look over my shoulder, she was tapping away on her phone. Her skin glistened, legs splayed and I just sighed again as my heart rate began to slow down. I washed up and got back to making dinner. A little while later Jess walked back into the house naked, the towel over her arm. She gave me a wink and walked down the hallway to her room. The shower started soon after, and by the sound of it, she didn't bother closing the door again.

I sighed. It's not that I had any objection to a beautiful girl walking around naked. What red-blooded guy would? It was just that it was distracting in so many ways. I found myself staring off into space, day dreaming of what it would be like... well to do what I just did. Among other things.

"What's for dinner?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I didn't hear the shower stop or her walk up behind me as I stared out the window in a trance. I took a deep breath.

I turned and saw her little smile, and noted she'd put something on finally. Her Buckeyes t-shirt, and it appeared as though nothing else. "Grilled chicken salad. Is that okay?" I asked. She nodded her smile widening.

"Need a hand with anything?"

"Well you could finish cutting up this pepper, and if you want one of the avocados you can slice that up too. I'll get the grill started."

I walked back into the kitchen to the sight of Jess bent over at the waist pawing through the vegetable drawer. She was wearing something else under the shirt, and the black panties with the silver lace edge caused me to stop, the screen door hit me hard in the back. She looked over her shoulder at the noise. A lock of hair covered one eye and her smile widened knowing that I was caught staring.

"Could I ask a small favor Jess?"

"Sure."

"Would you do me the honor of wearing pants for dinner, so I don't injure myself." I said laughing. She laughed as well.

"Sorry. I have the habit of relaxing a little too much. I'll wear clothes around the house if it's bothering you."

"I wouldn't say it's a bother." I added quickly. "It's just that I'd like to keep from walking into things, letting doors hit me in the back of the head and well..."

Her eyes went up as she stood up, the t-shirt falling to cover the view of those panties, but not making her ass look any less inviting as she turned to face me with an avocado in her hand. She stepped over to the cutting board and set it down and turned to face me leaning back on the counter.

"Okay," she said. "On one condition. You finish that statement." She said with an evil grin.

I looked at her intently for a moment, formulating my reply. I decided to go for brutal honesty and see how it went. "Well I'd like my clothes to fit normally. Since you've gotten here my jeans don't exactly feel as comfortable as they used to, and quite honestly, you're firing up way to many middle-aged male fantasies of sexy young coeds."

Her mouth quirked in an impish grin. "Should I be worried?"

"Not in the least." I said. "It's just that I prefer that my heart rate only go up during exercise and scary movies, not at the thought of the bathroom door being wide open while you're in the shower." I chuckled.

"I'm flattered that I make your pulse race. Though I'm not sure that's going to stop by putting on a pair of jeans." She said with a wink as she padded down the hallway to her room, emerging a few minutes later in said jeans. She put a foot on one of the kitchen chairs and rolled up the cuff, then the other before turning to the counter to cut up her avocado. "Better?" Her voice coy and innocent. She had tied the hem of her t-shirt at her waist, leaving a wide band of tanned waist tapering to her hips. Her jeans were snug across her bottom, accentuating the heart shape.

"Not really." I said staring. "I see your point about the jeans." I went back onto the patio to check the grill. I thought I heard a laugh as the door closed behind me. A few minutes later she stepped out with the bowl of chicken and tongs. She looked at me and noticed my wet hair.

"What did you do?"

"The nearest thing to a cold shower I could get away with. I soaked my head with the garden hose." I said laughing.

I opened the lid of the grill and began laying out dinner. She stood there with her hands in her back pockets, her chest jutting out slightly as she watched. I could tell that her mind was elsewhere.

"Penny?" I said.

"Huh?" She bit her lip nervously.

"Penny for your thoughts." I said. "It's only fair, you made me finish mine."

She blushed deeply, her mouth dropped open. "Uh I'll go put the salads together and bring you a plate for those." She turned and disappeared into the kitchen. I wondered at her reaction as I turned the chicken, to get the nice grill marks. She came back with a plate and set it on the table next to me.

"You're right, it's only fair." She said biting her lip again. She crossed one leg in front of the other, her heel lifted off the patio, her leg swaying on the point of her toe. "I was picturing a photo shoot, a voyeur's view. Sort of like a day in the life, peeks of panties, maybe wearing a guys shirt. The view is always from his eye level. I pictured it in both black and white, and muted tone, like blue for the jeans or white coming from early morning window light." She crossed her arms under her breasts and swung her hair back over her shoulder before lifting her chin at the grill. I broke my reverie of picturing her doing that very shoot, and me photographing it in time to flip the chicken.

"So what's the shoot you're doing tomorrow?" I asked.

"Lingerie, swimsuit that sort of thing. He didn't give me a lot of specifics but asked if I had anything that I already had that I'd like shots in to bring it along." She said.

I cleared my throat. "Do you get a lot of that kind of work?"

"Yea, and plenty of offers to get naked." She chuckled. "Your buddy Jimmy has done some nudes of me."

I laughed. "I hardly think you're the first, knowing him."

"No, far from that! If you saw his studio you'd think Hugh Hefner was his boss."

"He did always have a thing for the ladies, even back in college."

"You didn't?" There was that coy, innocent tone again.

"Well let's put it this way, they tended to look through me unless they needed help with their math homework." I smiled baring my teeth. "The braces are gone now, and the glasses have been replaced with contacts. Unfortunately all too late to become a chick magnet like Jimmy."

"I don't know about that." She said examining me more closely.

"Well that was all coupled with being an awkward, shy, first time away from home, pasty white, computer geek. So it wasn't very likely."

"The ugly duckling becomes a swan." She murmured.

"Hmm?" Though I'd heard it clearly enough, my ego wanted a repeat anyway. She just smiled as I turned 

"You have a nice way with breasts." She said as she nodded at the grill with a grin. "Perfect grill marks."

We had dinner, and talked about nothing in particular. Jess insisted on cleaning up since I did the cooking. I watched her move, and turn as I twirled my beer bottle on the table. The image of her bent over looking into the fridge only wearing panties came back to mind, this time I envisioned it in black and white, and thought that it would make a lovely image.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"Huh?" I asked.

She laughed. "You blush when I'm naked, you blush when I'm dressed. I guess you weren't kidding about being shy. I asked if you wanted to wait a bit before I make the brownie sundaes. I'm stuffed."

I nodded. "We can wait a bit."

"So what do you do for fun on a Friday night around here?"

I chuckled. "Not much more than this."

She winced. "You're only forty, yet you live like you're eighty."

I smiled. "Jimmy lied about his age. We're forty-four, I'm older by two months."

"Still hardly ready for the rest home." She shook her head. "That would have put you at my age literally the year I was born." She held up a finger and went to her room coming back with her phone. She tapped away at the screen for a moment as I downed the last of my beer. "No wonder, look at the music you guys had to listen to back then." She laughed. 

"In our defense, we didn't listen to it then, we listened to old stuff." I said laughing.

"Oh my... Boyz II Men, Kriss Kross, Madonna."

"No, no." I said. "We were living in an American rock revival, you know, Springsteen, Mellencamp, Seger."

"That's more like it." She tapped a little more and Seger came flowing out of the little speaker. I stood and walked out of the room. "I'll stop, sorry." I didn't respond but found the disc and popped it in and began playing it over a proper speaker system. I gave the volume a tweak before I walked back to the kitchen. The grin on her face was infectious. I began lip syncing to the song and Jess giggled. To my surprise she joined in finishing the song with me.

"I love this music." She said as she began to dance. 

I leaned against the door jamb and watched her, with her eyes closed, her hips began sway slowly her arms joining in. The song changed and she looked up with a blush. The next song made her do it again, this time she put a little more motion into it.

"This should be my theme song." She said over the song, 'Her Strut'. She started strutting around the kitchen table, her hands on her hips, bumping to the music.

I laughed. "Well I don't know if those are the kinds of moves you'll want for a bridal show."

"Why not? A bride can be a bad ass and still be beautiful!"

I couldn't deny her logic.

"I'm glad you didn't say this was your theme song." I laughed as 'Horizontal Bop' began playing. She just gave me a side long look and smiled.

Jess pushed me into the living room bopping down the hallway and started scanning the discs in the rack. "Wow, CD's are so old school." She said smiling, trying to get a rise out of me.

"Well something had to come before Internet downloads. Before Edison, you only had live music to listen to. It's too bad, I think that led to a decline in the number of musicians." I added wistfully.

She found another disc and slid it out giving me a smirk. I laughed. "I don't know how that got in there." I held my hands up. She popped the disc out and swapped it for Seger.

"Don't bullshit me, you probably had this to get some girl out of her panties. Slow dance hits of the 80's." She eyed me up and down.

"There was a girl, she wanted to learn how to slow dance, and I knew how." I shrugged. Jess' eyebrow went up, just the one. She looked around slowly before picking up the end of the coffee table and sliding it against the sofa, completing the motion she turned to me and pointed at my shoes flicking her finger away indicating she wanted them gone. She'd made a neat little square of hardwood for a dance floor. It was my turn to lift an eyebrow at her. Her smile softened and she beckoned me with a single finger. She began swaying slowly to the music, her eyes never leaving mine.

The light of dusk glowed in her eyes as her gaze burned into me. There was fire there, not a flaming inferno, but a smoldering heat and I felt my resistance melt quickly as I kicked off my shoes. I didn't remember walking up to her and suddenly she was in my arms. She wasn't just warm to the touch, she was radiant. I felt like I could fall into those dark eyes and keep falling, never finding the bottom. 

She rubbed my shoulder and whispered. "Relax." I pulled her to me, closing the gap between us. She let out a little sigh as she laid her cheek on my chest. "That's more like it." I could feel the laughter bubble up from her chest. Her body felt so good against me, the warmth, the softness and the underlying strength. I let out a little chuckle myself. She leaned her head back looking up at me. "What?"

"I was just thinking that so many guys are missing out by not learning to dance."

She agreed before resting her head again. The heat of her breath burning through my shirt causing my heart to beat quicker.

"You know, it's too bad. I think more guys would get what they're looking for if they met girls half way."

"What are they looking for?" I asked innocently. I got a snort in reply. Another song played out, and she was in no hurry to stop dancing. I felt a slight tremor flow through her chest and felt a wet spot on my shoulder. I didn't ask, I just held her close. Before long she let out a deep sigh, I felt her hand leave my shoulder and wipe her eyes. She cleared her throat before leaning back to look up at me.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for some ice cream." She said, her smile conveyed more hurt than happiness. I smiled and nodded. My hand slid reluctantly from her waist. "Want to find us a movie to watch or something? I'll be right back." She turned walking quickly to the kitchen, her hand went up to her eyes as she walked through the doorway. I took a deep breath, turned the music off, and set the furniture right again.

She returned a little while later with two bowls laden with ice cream and broken brownies. She had a bit of an embarrassed expression as she handed me one and then curled her legs under her sitting next to me on the couch. She let out a moan of pleasure as she licked her spoon clean. We sat in companionable silence as we ate our sundaes and watched the movie. It was pretty light fair so it didn't bother me when she leaned over and took the remote and hit pause. She took my bowl and padded off to the kitchen. She came back with two glasses of water, handing one to me.

"Thanks." She said softly.

"For what?" I asked curious if she wanted to talk about it.

"Not asking."

"Was it recent?"

She smiled. "Not much gets past you does it?" She lifted her head looking up at the ceiling. "April first, I thought it was an April Fool's joke. The joke was on me. I was just somebody for him to be seen with, to accompany him where ever he went. Eye candy for his buddies." The tears welled up again. "And to keep the bed warm and occupied."

"Too bad for him that he'll never know just what he lost." I said softly and brushed the tear off her cheek. "Some guys see a diamond as a rock, some see it for the precious stone that it is. Don't settle for somebody who treats you like a rock." She smiled a little smile before curling up against me, and pulling my arm over her shoulder before hitting play on the movie again.

I lost myself in my head for a while. She was right, it had been a while. I was thirty four when my marriage blew up. It was partly my fault. I worked crazy hours, traveled a lot, when I got home to a guy leaving our condo. I was more than stunned. I remember the day it happened. I let him go, watching him skip down to the parking lot and hop into a car and drive off. I walked in with my bag and set it down. Cheryl called out. "Coming back for more," and proceeded to giggle as she walked out of the bedroom with the bed sheet wrapped loosely around her. She stopped in her tracks, and a war of emotions panned across her face, shock, horror, even fear. She stepped back a few steps, unsure of what I would do. I wasn't sure either. I turned and took my bag and my keys and walked away. I started over. No, that's not true, it had been ten years and I hadn't really started over. I'd been out a few times, but I'd never really let myself get pulled into a relationship with anybody since. I didn't have to ask, Jess. I could feel the heartbreak as if it was my own.




House Guest



I took a deep breath and shook my head to clear it.

"Sorry." She proceeded to pull away and sit up and I held her gently.

"No it's not you. I'm just dozing off, sugar coma I think."

"I should probably get to bed. Not enough sleep means too much time in front of the mirror repairing the damage tomorrow." I lifted my arm and she sat up and stretched. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked. She just smiled.

***

The next morning caught me sleeping later than usual, the smell of coffee already wafting through the house as I cracked open an eyelid to see the most beautiful sight any man can see first thing in the morning. A girl wearing his shirt. She turned looking over her shoulder at the mirror. I expect she was checking out just how much of her ass was visible under the tails.

"I'm not sure the blue goes with your eyes." I said. She smiled, without a word she slipped it off. Of course, she was naked beneath. "Why wouldn't she be?" I thought, and realized my appreciation of the view was probably evident as I lifted my knee gently hoping to bunch the blanket around my hips to hide the fact.

She swung a different shirt over her shoulder and wrapped it around her and stepped in front of the mirror. The shirt tail left entirely too little to the imagination, the round cheeks of her ass peeked out from beneath.

"If you look way down on the left you'll find a dark purple shirt, that would probably look good on you." I said, "and on the floor next to the bed." I thought to myself. She returned the striped shirt and came back out of the closet whipping it around her shoulders and buttoned it.

"Oh yea." She said buttoning just a couple buttons and leaving it open well below her breasts. "How does it look?" She said turning and coming to the edge of the bed. She posed with her hands on her hips, the tail dangling just long enough to cover her. It's times like this that the first thing that came to mind didn't escape my mouth.

"If I liked it any more, it would be on the floor by now, the buttons no longer attached." I said in stark appreciation.

"I like this, mind if I borrow it for the shoot?"

I just shook my head gently. My mind flooded with images of my reaching out and her climbing onto the bed as I pulled her down into a deep kiss. My hands roaming over her body before reaching the shirt tail and lifting her onto me so we could make slow passionate love.

"Hello? Did you nod off on me again?" She said smiling. The images fading only slightly as she leaned forward allowing a nice view inside the top of the shirt.

I grinned. "Well if this is a dream I desperately want to get back to it." 

"Really? What were you dreaming of?" She asked, that coy tone evident. I watched her for a moment as she looked down at the buttons on the shirt, her eyes scanning me up and down as she fiddled with them.

"What time is your shoot?" I asked to avoid answering.

"It's at noon in a place called the Old Port. I've looked how to find it. It's an old building, second floor. He said there's a sign that points to a dance studio and to follow those." She looked up at me again, her eyes burning into mine with challenge. She shifted her weight to her other leg, and reached down and unbuttoned the shirt, letting it hang open. The light caressed her curves like a lover as she slipped it off. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not but when she ran her tongue across her upper lip I was nearly ready to reach out and snatch her clean off her feet and pull her into my arms.

"Would you mind if I got into your boxers too?" She asked, her voice husky. I smiled broadly.

"So many answers to that question." I added laughing. "Top drawer, right side." I said pointing.

"I know." She said smiling as she spun around flashing that heart-shaped ass at me before stepping out of reach. I sighed at the sight of her pawing through them as she found a pair she liked and pulled them on. She turned to me with her arms crossed under her breasts. "Cute?"

I cleared my throat. "Stunning is more like it." She pushed them off and checked her waist.

"No elastics on shoot day, they leave marks. So unfortunately for you I need to remain as close to naked as possible until I start work."

I groaned. "So this means I shouldn't wear jeans, gotcha." I chuckled into the pillow.

"Aren't you going to get up?" She inquired as she stepped back into the closet.

"Too late, I'm up in ways you can only imagine." I said. At this point I don't think there was any surprise as to the effect she had on me. A laugh came from the walk in. She walked out with a narrow black tie around her shoulders. She leaned against the door jamb and played with the tip of the tie, her lower lip held tight between her teeth. It was obvious she was waiting, and I realized what for, with bravado I barely felt I looked her in the eyes and flipped the blanket back showing the well tented gym shorts I slept in.

"Do you normally keep a hammer in your shorts while you sleep?" She said grinning.

"Only when I feel the need to protect myself." I said and went to the bathroom to attempt to relieve some of the tension. When I returned she had a little pile of clothing on the end of the bed. She took a small bag and packed it all away as neatly as possible. I reached into the drawer and pulled out a t-shirt pulling it over my head, wondering at the luck of having a gorgeous girl walking around naked in my bedroom.

"Good idea!" She snatched a t-shirt from the drawer herself and flipped it open. It had a bicycle logo on it from a road race I was in a few years earlier. She pulled it on, and swept her hair free of the neck. It barely covered her and looked incredible. "No elastics." She said with a grin and patted the front of my shorts causing my eyes to go wide. "Come on, I'll make us some breakfast."

Breakfast behind us, we each grabbed a shower. I was admittedly sad by the fact that we didn't do so together, but relieved to have a moment alone. I turned the cold water up, hoping it would perform magic on me to cool me off, I wasn't sure it would work, but eventually felt myself calming down.

We piled her bags on the back seat of my car, it looked as if she was moving out and I felt sadness wash over me at the thought. She'd only been here a few days but she'd made a lasting impression in such a short time. She had swapped my t-shirt for a loose fitting sundress which looked terrific on her. It had been a sunny morning and the car was hot at first. Jess had pointed one of the air conditioning vents down at her lap and lifted her dress letting the air billow it up.

"After this morning I could use a little cooling off." She said with a sly grin. "I'm guessing your shower was less than warm too?"

"Practically polar." I replied with a chuckle. It was a nice ego boost to realize that it wasn't only me that felt the effects of this morning. She released the hem of the dress, the cold air pushed it further up her thighs than it had been. That coupled with the knowledge that she wasn't likely wearing a stitch underneath it began heating me up again. I found the building which was a few blocks away from Deering Oaks Park. As noted there was an old sign for a dance studio with a for lease sign over it. I found a place to park and we unpacked the car and made our way up.

"This looks shady." I remarked softly as we took the stairs to the upper floor.

"This is nothing. You should see Cincinnati some time." She laughed, "These old buildings work well as studios though. They usually have huge windows for natural light and large rooms to move around in."

We found the dance studio sign and a realty sign over it. Jess opened the door and walked in. Two guys were at the far end of the large room, a hodgepodge of gear strewn around them. They had set up a small table and run power cords to wall jacks. Beyond them was an exposed brick wall. I nodded thinking that it would make a nice backdrop for a photo shoot.

Once the introductions were made, Jess and I made our way back to the far end where there was a rest room and a small office. She had asked me on the way here to check the place for video cameras, the bathroom specifically. She told me how some jokers will set up hidden cameras to record the model changing if it wasn't a nude shoot so they could sell it online or jerk off to it later, as she put it. I made a thorough examination, checked vents and fixtures while she set up in the empty office area to do her make up by daylight rather than a poor overhead fluorescent bulb. I tapped on the door before entering to find her standing there in a wine colored bra and lace panties. She leaned forward looking into a mirror applying lip gloss. Her eyes looked larger, after closer inspection I noted it had been done with artful application of eye shadow. She smiled up at me and put the make up away and took out a large hair brush and gave it a little spritz of something before handing me the mirror. She brushed her hair out, fluffing it up into amazing proportions. She stepped into heels and asked me to bring a couple things along as she swung my dark purple shirt on at the last minute. She buttoned a single button and walked out of the room. The firm click of her heels across the hardwood floor got the attention of the boys. The photographers helper let out a low whistle at the sight of Jess walking towards them.

"Damn Steve, you can pick 'em." He said. I had to agree, Jess didn't just look terrific, she'd developed a confident air about her over the last few minutes. The sign of a professional walking into a job they knew they were well capable of doing.

"Where would you like me?" Jess asked.

"My place!"

"Shut up Joey." Steve, the photographer, said. We all laughed it off. He directed her in front of some lights and reflectors against the wall. They took a few test shots, examining the lighting before he began directing her a little. She followed along, and when he didn't offer any direction, she made her own. The button of my shirt came undone and it got brushed past her hip as her hand settled on her waist. She tossed her head back slightly, her face taking on a wild smile. She turned and posed for more than fifteen minutes as he snapped away, moving to and fro, directing Joey with a light or reflector. At one point he had him waving a large sheet of poster board to give a slight lift to her hair as if the wind was blowing against her.

"Hang on a sec." Jess said. She beckoned me to her as she turned and took off the shirt handing it to me. "Hold this up for me for a second." She said softly as she removed her bra and slid her hands back into the shirt, buttoning the one button that would keep it closed over her breasts. She handed me the bra with a smiled and said thanks.

"I would have totally done that for you." Joey jumped in quickly.

"I'm sure you would have." I said. He looked sharply at me, his eyes wide. I didn't notice any menace in my voice but by his look, my tone had brooked no argument over who was whose assistant.

"Give me some wind again Joey." Jess asked as she flared the tails of the shirt out behind her showing off the flare of her hips and narrow waist. She shook her hair out a bit and the air caught it too. Steven began shooting again as if on cue. She eventually waved Joey to stop and played with the buttons on the shirt again, now it was open to her navel, the last button the only one holding it closed. She ran her hand through her hair as the shirt opened slightly, giving a glimpse at the promise of skin but without showing any. Damn she was good, the effect she was having was starting to make me a bit uncomfortable as I began to reminisce about my wake up visit this morning. She turned and lifted the collar and let it slide down her back. At that point there's no way it was buttoned in the front, but she was facing the bricks so nothing showed besides her bare back, and lace covered ass. She looked over her shoulder at Steve. "Do you think that's enough of this outfit?"

Steve nodded. Jess walked towards me holding the shirt closed in front of her. "Let's see what other trouble I can cause in your clothes." She said, with a look at the front of my jeans. She stepped into the office. She looked over her shoulder and beckoned me with a little head tilt. I looked back to find that Steve was over at his computer downloading the photos Joey was just staring dumb-founded at Jess as she walked away.

"What do you think?" She asked after I'd closed the door. She proceeded to remove her lipstick with several tissues and peeked in the mirror with a critical eye, and decided she needed to change something and began rubbing her eye lids clean as well. She doffed my shirt, her bra and panties without even considering the effect it had on me. She rummaged through her bag pulling out my boxers, tossed a pair of dark blue polka-dot panties on top of them, and a strip of fabric that must have been the worlds smallest tank top. She pulled it over her head and snugged it down around her waist, it was a cropped tank showing off her mid-riff nicely. She slipped on the panties, snugging them up, the back nearly non-existent as she ran her thumbs around straightening the lace at the waist. The tag popped up in back and without conscious thought of what I was doing, I reached over and tucked it back in. She turned with a wide grin on her face.

"Sorry, your tag was showing." I said, feeling the color rise in my cheeks.

"You are so adorable when you blush like that. She slipped my boxers on over the panties, they hung precariously at her narrow waist, barely tight enough to keep from falling off. She began applying a different color to her lips, and eyes. "How does this look?" She squinted and stuck her tongue out at me and crossed her eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh now that's sexy!"

"Let's knock their boxers off." She said padding out in her flip flops this time. They had unrolled a plain backdrop against the wall and Steve directed her to a spot on it and they began shooting again. She played constantly with the boxers, showing off the panties beneath plenty of times, as well as lifting the crop top just enough to get hearts racing without being topless. I took the time as I watched her move to realize just how professional Jess was, she needed little direction from the photographer to bring about pose after amazing pose. Actually he spent more time getting Joey's attention and directing him than Jess which made me smile. Before long she was asking if they had a darker background. She had brought a bikini but it was light in color and might wash out against the background. Joey made a crack about skipping the bikini all together.

"Well that wasn't an option now was it Joey." She laughed. "If Steve wanted that, he had the option." He had the sense to shrug and say that it was simply a suggestion. I knew she had no qualms about nudity, that was for sure.

"Pete can you grab it out of my bag please? We'll see how it looks against the background.

I did as she asked walking up with that looked like a few pieces of string with small eye patches sewn in strategic places. She straightened out the top, and looped the string over her head and pulled her hair free before tucking the rest of it down the front of her tank top. She reached up beneath straightened out the top and reached behind her and tied it behind her back. She then whipped the top off over her head and tossed it to me where I stood behind the lights and reflectors.

"What do you think?" She asked straightening out the top with a little tug here and there, and lifting her breasts invitingly. She got stunned silence for a moment before Steve took a few shots. Joey just clapped slowly at the show of her putting the top on right in front of us without showing him a thing. She just rolled her eyes at him.

"Joey, move the 150 around back behind her shoulder and bring it up a bit. Let's see if we can separate a little from the backdrop. Snap on the honeycomb, it should make a nice hair highlight too." Joey jumped at Steve's directions doing as he asked before he stepped back.

He asked me under his breath. "Can she do that with the bottoms too?" I smiled and decided to have a little fun with him myself.

"I don't know, she usually just walks around the house naked all day." I replied, watching his eyes go wide before looking back at her playing with her hair and blowing a kiss at the camera. He reviewed a few of the images and said that it came out fine with the background. She stepped into the office and put on the bottoms and her heels and walked back out and began posing again. There's only so much you can do with a bikini so they finished that outfit quickly. Jess looked at me and tapped her wrist and I told her the time as we walked back to the office for a change. It was getting close to the time she had set for the shoot. She looked at the window and sat on the wide sill.

"What do you think?" She asked. I just looked at her waiting for clarification. "Should I, you know give him some nude shots?"

I shook my head. "You made an agreement and he has willingly paid for you to do what you're doing now. You're doing a terrific job by the way. If he wants more, let him set up another shoot and you can set the terms for that separately."

"I can tell he wants to, the look in his eye when Joey said that was pretty much complete agreement." She said with a chuckle.

"Did he have any specifics he was looking for today?" I asked. She just shook her head.

"I get the feeling he's on a tight budget, big surprise, which is why he asked me to bring any wardrobe I wanted to wear. We've got a mutual usage agreement, I get a full digital copy of everything, and we both release the other to use as we see fit."

"You've got him. Don't give him anything extra. If he wants more, let him pay for it. It also gives you the ability to change the terms of use."

She smiled. "Thanks. If you weren't here I might have just walked out of this room naked and seen where it took me."

"I learned early to be a shrewd negotiator. If someone wants something from you bad enough, they'll meet you on or as close as possible to your terms. Besides, I'm sure Joey would have passed out from lack of oxygen to the brain." I said with a grin.

She looked up at the window over her head. It was a tall round topped number set deep in the brick wall. The afternoon light was warm even though the sun was on the other side of the building. It created a nimbus of warmth around her, her smile shining brightly from it's center.

"I have an idea, I wonder if Steve would be up for it to kill the last of the session." I said. When I explained to her she nodded and got dressed in the jeans she brought for the drive home, and my shirt again. She darkened her lips again with the burgundy lipstick and went and presented the idea to him. He nodded and directed Joey to grab a reflector. They moved down the floor a bit away from their equipment and Jess sat in one of the window sills and kicked off her flip flops. She looked at me then I nodded towards the window. She looked out as Steve metered and began shooting. He positioned the reflector and moved slightly to the left. I noticed a travel mug on the floor and grabbed it, and handed it to Jess to hold. She pursed her lips and blew across the opening, as if she were cooling coffee. She held it dangling from her fingers as she rested her arm on her pulled up knee. She breathed softly on the glass, but it was too warm to leave a fog.

"Hang on." Joey darted back to their table and came back with one of those large cans of compressed air. "Turn your face away and hold your breath for a moment." He turned it on the window right were she had been blowing and sprayed it several times, the window misted on it's own from the cold blasts. He jumped back dropping the can and picked up the reflector again. Working fast Jess leaned back against the window and drew a little heart shape in the mist. She looked at it for a moment then looked straight into my eyes and smiled, not a typical model's smile, all teeth and holding it, but a girlfriend smile, simply relaxed and happy. The effect was stunning.




House Guest



My mouth went dry, Joey looked at me with a combination of admiration and envy. To say I was a little shocked would be an understatement, but I recovered enough to return the smile in equal or greater proportion. They finished up a little after four, it took a little time for Steve to download the images and burn copies for Jess. All the while Joey began packing gear away and lining it up to haul it down to their car. In under an hour we were headed down the stairs, Jess had a couple discs worth of images, a check and a stack of Steve's business cards. Steve had a lot of images, a stack of Jess' business cards, and a lovesick sidekick. Everything seemed to have worked out okay. We loaded her gear into the back of the car. She opted for the jeans and my purple shirt as her exit wardrobe and it looked much better on her than it ever did on me.

"Since we're here do you want to get something to eat?" I asked. "We kind of skipped lunch."

"Yea sorry about that. I should have had you stop and get something on our way in. I don't like to work on a full stomach, it makes me feel huge." 

"Yea, right. Tell me another one." I said as we got into the car. "Do you want to tourist it up and dig elbow deep into some lobsters or did you have something else in mind?"

"What ever sounds good to you." She said patting my thigh before giving it a gentle squeeze. "This is your town, I trust you."

"Let's get out of the old port, it's more of a hipster hangout. Think you can handle a little wait? I know just the place." She just squeezed my thigh again and nodded with a grin. We pulled into a space and went into a small tavern near a pier on the outskirts of the city. The place was definitely a local hang out, photos of local fishermen with unusual catches, or on their boats. The place smelled like seafood and beer. Jess just looked at me for a moment then smiled. "Trust me, the décor may not be much but the seafood is as fresh as if you just hauled it off the boat yourself."

"You can if you want. Go out that door and down the steps, Cam is unloading right now." The waitress said as she walked up to us with menus. Grab a seat while you still can, it's early but it won't be long before we fill up."

I proceeded to show Jess how a real Mainer eats a lobster, I only had to help her with cracking the big claw. She polished off a good size lobster on her own. She tried to decline dessert but I insisted since the best part was the blueberry pie. "Keep this up and you'll stop using the letter 'R'." I laughed. We left the restaurant after a short argument over the check, which I won. She felt it necessary to compensate me for being her knight in shining armor today. I told her that she didn't need one, that she's completely capable on her own.

"Let's take a walk, if you don't mind. I couldn't go running after a meal like that if I had to. I'd only hear sloshing butter and wine." She said grabbing her stomach. We walked a few blocks in silence, it was cooling off but not cold yet. "Wow," she exclaimed softly, "that house has been there since before the American Revolution?" I nodded, looking up at a home with the year 1771 over the doorway.

"Yup, some of these homes belonged to prominent merchants, sea captains and a few politicians of the day. This area didn't escape the ravages of the revolution but it was a lot more subdued here. This was a rich area, a huge port near large farm lands and timber. The fishing was bountiful, and the sea trade made for big business. This was the Wall Street of the 18th century." I said chuckling. The sunlight was failing fast and we returned to the car hand in hand. I don't remember if she took mine or I took hers but it didn't seem to matter.

At home Jess unpacked all the things she'd brought with her for the shoot and put together a small load of laundry. She had put on her t-shirt and tossed my shirt into the wash. "I'd better get some things cleaned, or I may be forced into walking around naked again." We watched some bad TV before we both started yawning. She spun to face me on the couch, crossing her legs.

"I want to thank you for everything, putting me up, putting up with me, and keeping an eye on me. I know you felt responsible to watch over me today just by the way you brought up coming along to make sure the guy just wanted to take pictures."

"It's quite alright, life was getting too quiet around here, then you showed up." I said patting her knee. She smiled taking my hand between hers.

"Well I'm glad I could spice things up for you. I think I'm going to hit the hay." She said before rolling up onto her knees and leaning forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. I turned and smiled at her. She was still close. The look in her eye shot a bolt of fire through my chest. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, lingering for a moment before she retreated, her eyes opening again. She smirked as she stood up and let go of my hand, before turning towards her room. I eventually turned off the TV and went to bed myself.

***

Something was tickling my nose. I reached up to brush it away and couldn't move my hand. I rose quickly from the depths of sleep, opened my eyes to a mass of golden brown hair. The realization took a moment to hit me, and when it did I felt her squeeze my arm which appeared to be wrapped around her with my hand under her chin.

"Go back to sleep." She said softly.

"Did we?"

She let out a short laugh. "Do you honestly think that we could without you waking up? Go back to sleep, it's early." She sighed and nestled against me.

My body apparently had responded to her proximity, and was more than happy to provide it's approval of the situation. I turned my head and rubbed my nose into the pillow to stop the itching. She reached up and pulled her hair over her shoulder out of my face. It was early by the angle of the low light. "Is everything alright?" I whispered in her ear.

"Mmm, hmm, it is now. Go to sleep." She said rubbing the back of my hand. I figured that I'd find out what happened in a few hours.

I took a deep breath and a warm sweet vanilla scent filled my nose. "God, you smell nice." I said and leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder and placed another on her neck. She let out a soft sigh, and gently arched her neck. I took that as an invitation and made my way up her neck and gave her another kiss behind the ear. This elicited a soft moan. She scooted away and rolled back towards me, her eyes barely open, a smile on her lips.

"I guess I'm not going to get any sleep until we address the issue that's come up between us."

"Sorry, he has a mind of his own."

"I've noticed, though I've been keeping him warm for a while now and he's still not happy."

I just lifted my eyebrow waiting for an explanation. She started off by taking my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. She rolled back pulling me over her, our lips never parting. I stopped took a deep breath and looked her in the eye.

"Papa bear said, and somebody has been sleeping in my bed."

"I had a bad dream." She said, her smile fading. "I was scared, alone and in a strange place. I came in here and climbed into bed and you didn't even wake up. You just wrapped your arms around me, and that made me feel a lot better."

"Night terrors?"

"Not really, just a bad dream."

"I get the feeling that I'm having just the opposite." I said. Her arms snaked around my neck and pulled me down again.

"Might as well enjoy it then." She said softly. It didn't take long for her to strip off my t-shirt and toss it aside.

"Why do I get the feeling that this is a bad idea." I said, as my hands roamed over her hips. It was quickly noted that her t-shirt was the only thing she had on. Her hand found its way down between us and caressed my cock through my shorts.

"I don't know. This feels like it's a very good idea." She gave me a little squeeze before pushing the shorts down releasing it from it's confines. Her hand was warm and firm as it she made long deliberate strokes. The feeling was sensational and caused me to let out a moan. I had to concentrate to keep from going off in her hand.

"If you don't stop..." I gasped, "you'll be changing the sheets."

She giggled. "Well if you move just slightly to the left you'll have somewhere to put it that will make less of a mess." The invitation had been given, so I did just that. Her legs parted letting me in and I sank into her wet warmth. She let out a low moan as I went slowly forward, and pushed further even after there was no further to go.

"Oh hell." I said.

"I was thinking more along the lines of heaven myself." She replied. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt and wriggled it over her head and tossed it on the floor next to mine. She reached up and pulled me down to her again, her breath was warm on my lips. Her tongue darted out to meet mine.

"I won't last." I said softly, almost sadly.

"I won't either, but it's not as if we can't do it again." Her mouth widened into a smile. I pulled slowly away and rocked my hips forward. Our pace picked up quickly as I kissed down her neck and up to her ear.

"Oh god!" She cried as she rocked her hips hard against mine as I began pushing her further up the bed. The spasm caught her hard and she clenched down on me pushing me over the edge. I pushed deep into her and came. She arched her back and I pushed deeper if that was humanly possible. I thought I would pass out as her heels dug into my ass. Just as I thought I was going to collapse she pulled me down and rolled over me getting on top. She was a nimble minx.

"There, now that we have the edge off." She said smiling as she bit my lower lip giving it a tug. I chuckled.

"Now I'm sleepy again." I said. Jess just shook her head.

"Oh no you don't. You woke me up, now you're going to have to wear me back out again." She said with a little wiggle of her hips. My cock which hadn't softened much was twitching back into action. She ground herself against me and let out a soft moan. "That's what I like, a man who can rise to the occasion." My hands roamed over her hips which were flexing gently, massaging me ever so gently into fierce hardness again. I slowly slid my hands up her waist slipping them around to stroke her breasts. She pushed forward pressing me into her hands as I thumbed the nipples gently at first before turning them between my fingers. Her crotch ground down on me as her jaw dropped and a deep moan escaped. She clenched down on my now rigid cock and began rocking her hips back and forth slowly. I joined in, rocking in counterpoint and it felt like I was trying to keep my balance in a windswept boat, moving with the motion of the water. She smothered my gasp with her mouth. "Don't move." She whispered as she rose and turned to face away from me, took my cock in hand and slid back down on it. "Damn that feels good."

"I couldn't agree more." I said, rather short of breath. I could feel her fingers moving swiftly over her clit as she began to rise and fall, her hips making an undulating motion as if she were riding a horse. My hands grasped her ass massaging deep into the hot flesh. Soon the slow pace became too much and I began meeting her with a firm thrust with each down stroke. I wasn't getting the leverage I wanted, so I reached up and grasped her chest and hauled her backwards down to my chest before rolling her over onto her knees. She dropped her head to the sheets and tilted her hips up at me. Her golden skin had a thin sheen of perspiration which reminded me of her impromptu request for help with the tanning lotion the other day. My mind went blank, a haze of red lust washed over me as I leaned down and kissed her, taking the delicate skin of her shoulder between my teeth as I began driving her hips forward in uncontrolled lust.

"Yesss!" She hissed as grasped handfuls of the sheet trying to hold on to something solid. "Harder!" She groaned as I proceeded to comply with her demand. I felt her fingers beneath us working her clit digging in with tight circles as she began to shudder. I didn't stop, her orgasm ripped through her as I kept stroking into her as hard as I could. The sound of flesh hitting flesh pushing me over the top as I drove her hips forward as my own orgasm hit. Her fingers slid back and massaged my balls as they gave everything they had to her. I felt my entire body begin to relax and caught myself before I collapsed on top of her. I pulled back, my cock slipped free from her. She dipped her fingers stroking them slowly in and out, then put them to her lips and sucked them clean. "Mmm."

My head was spinning as my heart stopped trying to beat it's way out of my chest. I pulled her legs together and rolled her onto her back. She was as limp as a rag doll as I spread her thighs apart again. "Please." she said, her voice pleading. I wasn't sure if she wanted more, or wanted a break. I ran the palms of my hands down her soft thighs. Pushing them wider as I got closer to her dripping lips. She glowed like an ember in a bonfire, her skin shone with sweat as I leaned forward and gave her the proper attention she deserved. She leaned her head back and gave out a sharp cry as her fingers twined themselves in my hair, their actions torn between pushing me away, and pulling me down harder. I licked my way down her lips tracing them firmly with the tip before making my way back to her clit and gave it a nudge before swirling my tongue around it. Her hips came off the bed, her hands grasping the back of my head as she cried out again. "Fuck yes!" She shook violently, the spasms eventually subsiding as she collapsed onto the bed panting like she'd just run a marathon. I cleaned up the mess from my handiwork before she pushed me firmly away. "No more." She said gasping. I gave her one last long lick and lifted my head with a grin. Her hair was a complete mess, her face bright red, the flush lent more to the glow. She started laughing as she let herself relax, her head hit the mattress like a dropped cannon ball. "Tell me again," she gasped, "about how old you are." I slid up along side her as she gently closed her legs and looked over at me.

"Well I am older than you, but I'm not quite dead yet." I said with a smile.

"No, but I am." She laughed.

"You have the benefit of youth. You'll bounce back fast enough. If you get some rest."

"That's what I was trying to do!" She rolled up onto her side and looked at me. "You are a surprise. You are the first guy who has ever... done that to me." She added with a little hesitation.

"I had to wipe that smirk off your face. I didn't want you to think I was easy."

"Easy? I've been walking around bare ass for three days and other than the occasional boner I thought you weren't interested."

"I've been interested since I saw you get out of the car in those yoga pants. What kind of gentleman would I be if I were to try and take advantage of a lady under his care?"

Her grin spread into a full blown smile. "Yes, what kind? A handsome gentleman who, I didn't realize until now, is amazing in the sack."

"Do you always walk around naked in strangers' homes?" I thought to ask.

"No!" She seemed shocked. "It's just that Jimmy said you were a really nice guy, who wouldn't hurt a fly. He also said you were shy, quiet, and smart, and he wouldn't have made it through college without you. I don't think he's seen you in a long time. He never mentioned you were sexy."

I laughed at that. "Maybe I'm just not his type." She looked over my shoulder at the clock and said she'd be right back. I took a moment to clean up and relieve another tension. I walked back into the bedroom, Jess was standing at the end of the bed with a grin on her face and a glass of water in her hand.

"We made a nice little mess." She remarked. The sheet and blanket were thrown on the floor, clothes cast aside like jetsam. I took a moment to note a few good sized wet spots on the bed.

"Looks like I'm going to need to change the sheets anyway." I said chuckling.

"So soon?" She said, her voice husky. She walked toward the bed and lay down on her side and beckoned me to join her.

"I think you have a high opinion of my capabilities."

"Oh really?" She said looking down. I followed her gaze and realized I was nearly fully erect again. I rolled my eyes.

"You have no conscience do you?" I said looking down. I slid into bed with a wide gap of space between us. Jess looked at me and smiled.

"Testing your willpower?" She asked as I looked her up and down, drinking in the beauty of her body.

"No." I leaned forward and kissed her. "Think about what you want for lunch, because I plan on taking my time." I pushed her back slightly and she rolled onto her back laying herself out like a grand buffet and my senses gorged themselves on her.

I felt another tickling sensation, this one on my chest, floating near enough to consciousness I simply leaned down slightly and kissed the top of her head and the tickle subsided as she leaned up and her warm lips met mine.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Hmm?"

"For showing me the difference between having sex and making love."

I felt a low rumble of laughter percolate up. I got a poke in the ribs. "Ow!"

"No seriously. I've always thought that sex is about taking, or giving so you can get what you want. I'll lick yours if you lick mine." She chuckled. "Love is giving without any expectations, and if you're doing it with right person it comes back to you." She sighed. "If you're doing it the very right person, you get more than you can give, prompting you to give more."

"Sex only needs a body, love requires a heart." I said softly. She tilted her head back slightly and I dove into those lips again. We'd skipped breakfast entirely, and a sharp growl from my stomach reminded me of that. We both laughed. "I guess I'd better get to work on fixing that before you're too weak to continue."

"Continue?" She said sitting up. I laughed when I turned to look at her. She looked like Medusa, her hair wild and standing out, her lips were swollen and pink. I took blame for that since I'd ravaged them for the last few hours. Her breasts were flushed pink, the nipples cherry red. I guess I should take the responsibility for that too. She was a mess, and looked absolutely incredible all at the same time.

"Alright, I'll give you a break." I said snickering. "Kids these days, no staying power." I turned just in time to catch the pillow aimed at my head.

"Hey sleepy, are you coming to eat?" I turned and Jess was leaning against the door jamb. She had brushed her hair into order, the only thing she wore was a smile. The sun limned her body giving her an angelic look. Her arms were crossed beneath her breasts cradling them as if in an offering. Her hips tilted just so. I stood there staring for a moment at just how achingly beautiful she was.

"I don't want mine burnt." She said, the smile spread quickly across her face. I came to my senses and yanked the pan off the heat before sliding the singed french toast onto a plate. She padded to the fridge and tugged it open, her nipples hardened in the blast of cold air. She pulled took out the milk for her coffee and looked at me the smile still there. "You know what I like?" She said softly. "I like that even though you just had your way with me, you still look at me like that." She tilted up onto her toes and gave me a quick peck. 

I grinned. "Like what?"

She raised her eyebrows as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Like a teenage boy whose centerfold has just come to life in front of him." She looked up at me. "If I were to put a name to it I'd say it was a combination of awe and lust. The thing is, I'm just a girl. You've seen all the parts, two legs, two arms, two boobs, and two eyes." She said and crossed them and stuck out her tongue. I busted out laughing.




House Guest



"I said it the other day, and I meant it. I don't think you realize just how beautiful you are." I looked at her for a moment and her expression changed very subtly to one of contempt. "Even a blind man could see that." I added. Her eyebrows went up in question. "Don't equate what you do, and why people want you to do it, with your self confidence. Sure you're beautiful on the outside and people love you for that, hell they pay you money for that, but that's not the only beautiful part of you. You're sweet, sassy and fun, and I bet you're all sorts of great things that I haven't discovered yet. That's why you're beautiful." She set her coffee down and wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down to her kiss.

"That is the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me." She whispered.

"The saying goes, beauty is only skin deep, but it's not." I gave her a peck on the nose and told her to grab a new plate and I'd make her some not so burnt breakfast.

After polishing off breakfast, Jess leaned back with her coffee sipping it as she regarded me over the rim. She reached forward and ran her finger around the plate covering it with maple syrup and ran it down her right breast circling the nipple. "I don't know about you, but I could use a shower. I feel all sticky."

"Let me get that for you." I said and leaned over and licked the sweetness from her. The nipple rose hard in response, and I made sure there wasn't a drop of syrup left as she moaned softly. I've heard showering with a friend is a good way to save water." I said with a chuckle.

"I'm all for conservation." She smiled and picked up her plate, setting it on the counter and beckoned me. She walked into my bedroom where I noticed she'd already remade the bed with clean sheets. "You won't need these." She said as she turned and yanked my shorts down. My cock popped out nearly hard again. "Mmm, is that for me?" She licked it several times before taking the tip in her mouth running her tongue around the tip. I felt my breathing coming in short gasps. She took more of me her head bobbing slowly. After this mornings antics I didn't think she was going to get much more than that, but she was undeterred and kept at me, her tongue and hands working magic on my cock. I ran my hands through her soft hair urging her on, knowing it wasn't going to be easy, she had me bucking forth in no time. I tried to warn her but she sucked me in as deep as she could and I erupted. I grabbed the dresser to keep my balance.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked. She just stood and walked into the bathroom. We didn't conserve much water solely for the fact that we must have been under the water for an hour. I pinned her to the wall, the warm water pouring over our heads as we kissed. My fingers slid beneath her, slipping up and down her swollen lips. She moaned deeply into my mouth as I circled her clit, changing the pressure with each pass. Each time I felt her getting close to orgasm I'd stop. After the third time she started slapping my shoulders with the heel of her hand.

"Will you just let me cum! Stop teasing!" With her head back yelling I took a moment to work my lips down her neck before plunging back into her, adding a second finger to the first while I rubbed her clit with the palm of my hand. She gasped sharply, her fingers digging into the flesh of arms. After a short few cries her body shivered. She soaked my fingers as the last of her shudders subsided, she leaned forward and collapsed on my chest. "Jerk." She gasped.

I just chuckled softly. "One knee buckling orgasm deserves another." I replied before kissing her. We exited the shower and dried off. I was going to shave but Jess asked me not to, saying that I looked sexy with stubble. I thought I looked homeless, but I skipped the shave for her. She had disappeared down the hall to complete her morning routine and find something to wear.

We had decided to spend Sunday afternoon hiking along a shore trail I'd told her about a little north of here. I consider it Yankee ingenuity that an enterprising businessman had put up an ice cream stand next to the parking area. We got home late we took a few minutes to catch up with email, Jess let out a yelp.

"Holy crap!" I heard her call from the bedroom.

"Everything all right? Did you see a spider or something?" I added with a laugh.

"No! Steve posted some of the pics to his school bulletin board with a link to my modeling profile. I must have twenty three emails about it." By now I was standing in the doorway to the guest bedroom. Jess laid face down across the bed tapping away on her laptop.

"You can use my desk if it would be easier." I said with a smile.

"Listen to this." She said as she read me the posting Steve had made about working with her. "Prompt, professional, needs little or no direction yet takes it easily. Great ideas, energetic, this guy loved me!" She drummed her feet on the mattress. She turned the laptop so I could see the screen. He posted the picture of her smiling at me from the window sill, the little heart in the mist barely showed but it was there. I didn't realize he'd gotten behind me in the far left of the frame my back and arm were just visible.

"That sneaky devil." I said laughing.

"Well it looks better this way, it gives a point of reference for people to know who I'm smiling at. This makes you a model now too." She laughed. 

She turned it back and started tapping away. "Now to weed out the clowns and pretenders."

"I don't feel like cooking, I'll order us a pizza, what do you want on it?"

"Chicken Parmesan, if they have that here."

"Pollo di Parma, you got it, and I'm sure they'll figure it out." I ordered it and went to catch the news while Jess worked on her email. She didn't poke her head out even when the doorbell rang.

"You coming out to eat, or am I bringing it to you in there?"

"Sorry I'll be right there!" She came into the kitchen and set her laptop to the side of her chair. "Have you ever heard of this place?" She mentioned the name of the art school website that Steven had posted the review on.

"Yes, they're small but pretty well respected. Did you get some offers from there?"

"Several. I got one that I really want to look into. It's to model for a fashion line at a boutique in the Old Port. A few photographers have contacted me asking me how long I'll be in the area. Almost half of these are solid leads." She said smiling, nearly bouncing in her seat as I handed her a plate.

"I've sent out my form letter to all the ones that seem legit. I wonder how many will respond." She polished off another piece of pizza. I was waiting for the question, curious how she'd ask. "I was wondering." She started. "If I can work out a few more shoots, would you mind if I stayed a little longer?" She got flustered. "I mean could I please stay a while longer? I'll gladly pay board, I mean I'm already putting you out now it's only right."

I just looked at her and sipped my wine. She looked nervous because I hadn't responded yet. "Well I don't know. You've been damn near impossible to put up with until now." Her expression twisted up and her mouth dropped open. I couldn't keep it in and busted out laughing. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like." I held up my finger. "My only requirements are that you are not to go on any shoots on your own. If I can't make it, we'll figure out what to do, but I'd feel better if I knew you were safe. The other is that you keep in touch with me when you're not here. Yea, yea I know I sound like a dad, but again, it makes me feel better knowing your safe. Oh, and about room and board. Go grab your wallet." She did as I asked and sat down.  

"Give me one dollar please."

She grinned. "Do I get to slip it into your boxers?"

I laughed and wiggled my fingers impatiently. She handed me a bill. I stood up and stuck it to the fridge with a magnet. "Consider your room and board paid until you leave." She walked up to me and kissed me, taking her time about it. "Also, I want to go on record that this is not required either. Just in case you think that this morning was a mistake, or anything." I said, feeling a bit queasy.

She leaned back and looked up at me for a moment. "Do you think it was a mistake? I don't think I made any mistakes today. Least of all that."

I let out the breath that I didn't realize I was holding. "Good. I didn't want you to think that I thought..." She put her lips to mine, successfully shutting me up.



House Guest



"So when does he get here?" I asked folding my arms. My husband sat in his chair with a beer in his hand watching the television. 

"When he gets here." he shrugged. He did not even look at me. "He called earlier and said he had to do a few things, then he would be here." he said his eyes still glued to the television. I shook my head at him and went into the laundry room. I looked back at him. At one time he would do anything to help me around the house. Now he just sat there, collecting dust and drinking. I couldn't blame him for the sitting part. He had an accident at work just over a year ago. The doctors said he would never be able to walk for long periods of time, or carry anything heavy. So going back to construction was out of the question. So there he sat day after day. While I worked at the nursing home, cooked, cleaned and did whatever around the house that needed to be done. The bills did not stop though, and since it was his fault for getting into the accident the job did not pay workers comp. 

"You better wash your hair, if you want me to cut it." I yelled back at him. 

"Whatever. I will do that later." he yelled back. Which meant he would not do it. Which also meant, his hair would smell like smoke and whatever crap was in that chair. I shook my head. We had been married for a little over fifteen years. The first few years were the best. Now we tried to stay out of each others way. I dumped the last load of his clothes into the washer, and gathered myself. Today was the day another man was going to come live with us. Since the bills were too much for us to pay on our own. Tim my loving husband decided to rent the downstairs basement to one of his ex co workers. I had not met the man, or did I want to. But he paid for three months in advance in cash, so who was I to say no to that. I looked over at Tim as he laughed at something stupid on the television. He was thirty seven and looked in his forties. He used to be a track star in high school, that's where we met. But now he could not run to save his life, even if the accident did not occur. A beer belly the size of a beach ball, graying hair with a receding hair line. His eyes used to give me shivers when he looked at me, but now they looked defeated, as if life had beaten all the motivation out of him. I was no bombshell either. So I could not complain. When he met me I was a head cheerleader. I had kept in shape up until a year ago. But after things went bad, I to began to put on weight. I was not huge, or obese but I wasn't going to do any cartwheels anytime soon. I looked in the bathroom mirror one last time. 

"Well this is as good as it's going to get." I said to myself. My ginger hair was all a mess, but it usually was. My mom used to say there was no gel or cream that could tame my hair and she was right. But I loved my eyes. They were green, the lightest green I had ever seen. People still stopped me to tell me how my eyes looked. The door knocked loud. 

"I'll get it." Tim said. I nodded. Here was the moment my life would change. Babysitting two men. I shrugged and walked out. I heard the two of them laughing at the front door. I turned the corner from the bathroom into the front room, just as they came from the hallway. 

"Sandy. This is Jeremy." Tim said introducing me to a giant of a man. 

"Hi Sandy." Jeremy said reaching out his giant hands. I smiled and shook his hand. Jeremy stood there looking down at me with a perfect smile. He stood almost seven feet tall, bald head, very muscular, there must not be an ounce of fat on him. And he was black, not charcoal black but almost brown. He reminded me of the black guy on my show criminal minds but much taller and much more muscular. 

"I'll show you around the house." Tim said with a smile on his face. 

"You got the money right?" Jeremy asked. 

"Yeah of course." Tim said nodding his head. The two walked into the hallway towards the stairs to the basement. Well that wasn't as bad as I thought. I sat down on the couch listening to Tim, giving the giant the tour. After they were done, they came into the front room. 

"Thank you again for having me." Jeremy said sitting down on the other couch. 

"No problem." Tim said. "Happy to help." he said picking up his beer. "Did you want one?" he said offering Jeremy a beer.

"No. I don't drink." he said. "Or smoke" he said looking over at me. "I gave three months advance because, I should be out of your way in that time." he said as he explained his situation. He had just gotten a divorce and by the sounds of it, it was a nasty one. He was planning to move out of state and just needed a place to stay till the dust settled. 

"Well make yourself at home." I said as I got up to check the laundry. 

"I will get the stuff out of my truck." Jeremy said as he stood up. He towered over me as I only stood at 5' 6. "Sorry." he said as we nearly bumped into each other. The rest of the day, we saw Jeremy load and unload things from his pick up, back and forth. Tim did not ask if he wanted help and by the way Jeremy lifted things, it seemed he did not need it. He finally stopped close to dinner time. 

"Dinner is ready." I said as I made Tim his plate. I brought it out to him and looked around for Jeremy. 

"Downstairs." Tim said as he took his plate. I sighed. Just like a man, did not hear me when I talked. I walked to the door, I began to open it then realized it was not mine to just open anymore. I knocked hard and announced dinner. But heard nothing. I opened it a touch and looked down the stairs. I could see movement down there. 

"Jeremy. I made dinner." I said. He peeked his head around and looked up the stairs. 

"Thank you. You did not have to. I brought a hot plate to make my own dinners. So I would not be a bother." he smiled up. I was curious how he had the place looking down there. "Want to come down?" he asked. As if he sensed my curiosity. 

"Sure." I smiled. As I went down the stairs. "Wow." I said marveled at what he had done. "All of this was in your truck?" I asked as I looked around. Most of the cement floor was covered with a thin carpet, there was two sofa's. A huge entertainment cabinet with a large screen television, some kind of game console. Over on the other side was a medium sized fridge, right next to it was a small cabinet with a two faced hot plate on top. "Where are you going to put your clothes?" I said looking around for something to put clothes in. 

"I will just live out of my suitcase for now. It's only a few months." he shrugged. 

"Typical." I nodded. "We have a clothes cabinet, we are not using. It's yours if you want it." I told him. 

"Of course. Till I move out." he said nodding. We walked back upstairs. As I turned around I saw him checking out my ass. I smiled but he looked away just as I had caught him. Well at least I still had a nice ass it would seem. Tim was still in his usual place. 

"Going to give him the cabinet. We are not using." I said to him. Which he just nodded. I shook my head at him and went upstairs. This time Jeremy was ahead of me. I guess he did not want me to catch him checking out my ass again. But it was me checking out his. For a man he had a very nice one, very firm and tight. I saw a smile on his face as he looked back. "Damn" I thought to myself he caught me. Well it was only fair I thought. 

"Here you go." I said pointing it out in the other spare room. 

"Perfect." he said. As he looked it over. 

"Good. I will get the dolly from the garage." I said as I began to walk away. I heard some grunting and a large heaving sound. I turned to look and the giant had lifted it up. It had taken two men with a dolly, nearly an hour to get this thing up here. When we moved in, here he was picking this thing up by himself. 

"You mind. It isn't that light." he said still with a smile on his face. I moved out of the way as he moved towards the steps. 

"Want me to..." I began to say as he put his back against the wall. He began to walk down the stairs. I heard him counting. I smiled it was something my father had done. Count the steps so he knew how many there was. I followed him down as draws slipped in and out. 

"Door!" he yelled as he got to the basement door. I ran ahead and opened it. Again he counted as he made his way down into the basement. "There." he said as he put it down. I looked at him. He was sweating and his muscles in his arms were bulging. "Mentioned something about dinner?" he laughed. 

"Yeah. Come on. I will fix you a plate." I said. The two of us sat at the dinner table. It had been a long time, since I sat at the dinner table. Usually Tim ate his dinner in his chair. I took mine into the computer room and that was it, till we both went to bed. We talked about a lot of stuff, good stuff not just idle chatter. I learned that he had played football in high school, married a co worker from a previous job and they had fallen apart through the years. I told him about Tim and I, how we met, and my job. 

"Going to bed." Tim said to us. As he got up. I looked down at the time. It was way past the usual time I went to bed. Jeremy and I had talked the rest of the day away. We both said our good nights and went to bed. As I climbed into bed. Tim started making his usual moves to get me in the mood, which was pitiful. Finally I gave in and he climbed on top of me. I felt him slide his dick into me and I pretended to moan as he began to fuck me, within a few seconds his body went rigid as he came. He rolled off and within another minute he was fast asleep. This was the usual sexual routine we had. At first it was great, he was a master in the bedroom. After we got married it got less and less, until it was this. He blamed it on his back after the accident, but it was like this even before the accident. I grabbed my toy and went into the bathroom to finish the job. As I sat there on the toilet, I began to slide it into me turning the settings. I began to think of all the usual things, that turned me on. Like some of the football player dreams I had. But I found myself thinking of Jeremy, this got me really horny. I moved the toy faster inside me and on my clit. Before it was just not cutting it anymore. I wanted the real thing. I dreaded what I was going to do. 

I went back into the bedroom. I tried to wake my husband up. So he could help me. I should of really bought that new toy my friends were talking about. I grabbed his limp dick and began to rub it. It began to harden as he woke up. 

"What.." he said as he looked at me. 

"Nothing." I said. I didn't need him awake just his hard cock. I straddled myself over it and lowered. It was so much better than that toy. I began to bounce up and down on it. I looked down at him and he had a startled look on his face. It had been years since I had rode him like this. I put my hands on his chest and closed my eyes. Thinking of Jeremy's muscular arms, fuck it was making me hornier. I began to ride him faster. I opened my eyes but only saw my husband. 

"I'm cumming." he said. 

"Not yet." I said to him. He shook his head as I felt him cumming inside me. "Goddamit!" I shouted. As I climbed off of him. That was it. Short of money or not, I was getting that toy. 

"What was that all about?" he asked. 

"Nothing. Go back to sleep." I said angrily. As I laid down and turned my back to him. 

Two whole weeks went by in a blink of an eyes. I barely saw Jeremy as he worked late night shifts, and I had early mornings. It was a Sunday, I was washing clothes as usual. When he came into the laundry room. 

"Hi stranger." he said as he came in. 

"You're the stranger." I replied. "Creeping in all times of the early morning." I laughed. His face went serious. 

"I try not to wake you guys, when I come and go." he said politely. I looked up at him. 

"I am joking." I said as we both smiled. 

"Well I better get going." he said as he began to walk towards the door. He picked up two large black bags. 

"What you got there?" I asked. 

"Just my laundry, was going to do them at the laundromat." he said turning for the door. 

"Bullshit." I said as waved him back. "Put them down there. I will get to them." I said. 

"You sure. I mean I can do my own laundry." he said. 

"Well since you are up and ready. How about you do some grocery shopping?" I asked. To which I thought I would get some sort of excuse not to go. 

"Sure." he said. "You have a list?" he replied. 

"Yeah. On the fridge." I said quite surprised. He walked into the kitchen and brought back the list. 

"This one?" he asked. I nodded back at him as I put another load of my clothes in. "Alright be back in a few then." he said as he walked out the door. 

"Where is he going?" Tim asked. 

"Grocery shopping." I said. Tim scratched himself in the most pleasant way. 

"Rather him, than me." he said as he returned to his chair. I shook my head and continued to what I was doing. 

An hour passed. As I sat there in my chair reading a few blogs and chatting to some friends online. Tim came into the room holding his phone. 

"It's for you." he said handing over the phone. 

"Hello." I said.

"Hey." Jeremy replied. "Nearly done with the list, but two things. You just put a gallon of milk. Which one? And four can's of canned milk?" he asked. I smiled. 

"Two percent and three cans evaporated and one can condensed." I said. "Shit." I said as I remembered I did not give him the money. 

"What is it?" he asked. 

"I forgot to give you the money. I am sorry." I apologized. 

"Oh nonsense." he said as I heard him coming up to the cashier. "For what you guys do for me. This is nothing." he said. 

"Well thank you." I said. 

"See you when I get back." he said. I began to tell him to bring back some other things when I heard the phone go quiet. But then I heard him talking. He had put the phone in his pocket, without turning it off. I heard all of the conversation. 

"So all of this for the family?" the cashier asked. It was a female cashier. 

"No. I am staying with some good friends. Thought I would pay them back by doing the groceries." he replied. 

"Very nice. They are lucky to have you with them." she said. She was flirting with him. I could tell by her voice. 

"Nah. I am the lucky one." he said. 

"Ok so your total will be One O five, thirty one." she said. "Debit or Credit." she asked. 

"Debit." he replied. 

"All set." she said. 

"Thank you." he said as I heard him picking up the bags. 

"No thank you for shopping with us. Hope to see you again soon." she said. "Your receipt is in that bag. You have some saving coupon's on the back." she said. To which I shook my head, there usually was crappy coupons on the back of the receipt tape. 

"Thank you." he said as I heard him walking away. I hung up the phone. I just shook it off. And went back to what I was doing. A half hour went by and I heard the door open. 

"Back." Jeremy said. 

"Need help?" I asked as I joined him in the kitchen but as I looked at all the bags in each hand. I could tell her got it all. 

"Nah. I am good." he said as he bent down to help put everything away. 

"Go." I said. With a smile. I did not want him to mess up the system that I had. He smiled and sat down on the couch looking at some football game, on the television. I went back to doing laundry. As I lifted his heavy comforter, I felt a dry flaky feeling under my hand, instantly I let go. Dropping the comforter. I gently began to peel back the layers, there it was a huge spot of dried cum. I turned my face up at it. I grabbed the whole thing and threw it into the washer. I was going to go out and tell him about it, but something stopped me. I don't know why but I began to take it back out. I had to see it for some reason. It was like I was possessed. There it was a huge circle. I couldn't imagine how much cum it would take to make such a huge mess. 

"Everything alright?" I heard him say coming into the hall leading to the laundry room. I quickly shoved it back into the washer. 

"Yes." I said grabbing the first clean load and handing them to him as he came in the door. "Your dark's are in the dryer and your comforter is in the washer." I said with a smile. He nodded and went back downstairs. For the rest of the day, I could not get the thought of him cumming out of my head. Even when he came up for dinner. I could not look at him without picturing him, jerking off and cumming. 

"That was a good dinner." Tim said as I climbed into bed next to him. 

"Thank you." I replied. I slowly laid my head on his chest. My hand crawled down his chest and to his stomach. 

"What are you doing?" he asked. 

"You'll see." I smiled. I reached under his bed pants and pulled out his hardening dick. I moved forward and took it in my mouth. Tim let out a light moan. As my head bounced up and down on him. He was no means big, nor was he small. He was average between five and six inches. I was always able to deep throat him all the way. Which always made him cum faster. This time I took him deep into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. 

"Fuck sandy." he said as his back arched pushing his dick deep into my mouth. That's when I pulled off just in time for him to cum into my hand. I quickly wiped it onto the comforter. It wasn't even close to making the large circle from before. He would have to cum three or four times to make it even close. "What was that about?" he asked. I shook my head. 

"Nothing." I smiled at him. "Do I need a reason to please my husband?" He went to sleep just a few minutes later. I was left wide awake, thinking about the man downstairs. Was he watching some porn on his laptop, jerking off as I laid here? How many times did he cum in one night? How big was his dick? These questions plagued me till I fell asleep. 

The next day. I had made up my mind. My curiosity had gotten the better of me. After work I grabbed one of the small camera's we used to spy on new workers, who some of the patients would complain about. It was to make sure they were doing their job. Everyone signed a release when they applied here. It was small and very easy to hide. I made a plan in my mind, now all I had to was wait. The rest of the day dragged, well it seemed like it did to me. I made dinner and left him left overs for him to take to work. When I went to bed I set a silent alarm to wake me just after midnight. He was sure to be gone by then. I fell asleep easily with my plan on my mind. The phone vibrated hard underneath, waking me up. I quickly rolled out of bed, grabbing my small work bag, I ran down the stairs. I peered through the front window to make sure his truck was gone, it was. I rushed down the stairs and looked around. He had a pull out bed. So the best place to put this camera was on top of the entertainment cabinet. I grabbed a chair and stood on it. I placed the camera on top. Looking up at it, it was barely visible but it was noticeable especially when looking directly at it. I went back up and moved it off to the side, using one of the clips to make sure it stayed. I stood away from it. Still noticeable.

"Where else can I put you." I said to myself. I looked up. Pipes ran across the room. They were small but high enough for me to reach. I grabbed the chair again and placed the camera on top, at a junction between two of the pipes. I got back down. Not noticeable at all. In fact I had to look for it again, even though I knew where it was. Satisfied I put one of the air freshener candles on top of the entertainment cabinet. I went back upstairs to my computer. I logged in and looked for the camera that I had just set up. 

"Here we go." I said. As I took a deep breath. There it was. It had a great view of his bed. I felt intrusive for a moment. Part of me wanted to go back down and take it down. Another part was too excited to move. "Just one day." I said to myself. I nodded and went back to bed. I could not wait to see what it recorded. As I was heading out the door in the morning, I saw his truck pulling in around the corner. I waited for him. 




House Guest



"Hi." he said yawning. 

"Late night huh?" I said. Usually at this time he was already back. 

"Yeah. We had a few drinks before we left." he said as he entered. 

"Oh. I put a candle in your room." I said. "Just to get rid of the damp smell." I said not looking back as I got into my car. 

"Thanks." he said but I was already in my car. I drove off. The day could not pass fast enough. As I tried everything not to log in and see what it was recording. But if I did, people at work would know I had taken one home. They would not fire me. As they all knew I had someone staying with me. But it would make for a lot of questions. When the day ended I drove home as fast as I could. I picked something up for dinner so I did not have to cook. As I got in though I was deeply disappointed. Tim and Jeremy were both talking in the living room. 

"Hey." I said trying not to sound so disappointed. 

"Hey. Is it that time already?" Jeremy asked. 

"You better get some sleep." Tim said. 

"Yeah. We got to talking and the time just flew by." Jeremy said as he went downstairs. I put all the stuff out for dinner and gave Tim his share. 

"So how long were you two talking?" I asked just in passing. 

"He came up for lunch and we got talking about old times. And that's when you came in." he said munching on his food. So he had been up here the whole time. There was nothing good to look at. I shrugged and went along with what I usually did. When we hopped into bed. Tim fell asleep first like he usually did, I still couldn't figure out what he did during the day to make himself so tired. I stayed awake. Not for any particular reason. 

It was a while till I heard the door close downstairs. He had gone to work. I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs, maybe the night was salvaged after all. Maybe there was something caught on the camera. I logged into my computer and started the playback on the camera. I fast forward through all the empty room moments and began to play it the moment he came back. I sat and watched him do some exercises mainly push up and sit ups. Then he pulled out the bed, I cursed myself for the angle as he went off camera to change his clothes. He came back and climbed into bed, severel minutes past before he made a move for something in a shelf next to the bed. It looked like a picture, he started looking at then slowly he began to jerk himself off, under the covers. Whatever the picture was it had him transfixed on it as he began to jerk harder and faster, then he started to slow down as he came. I had to see what or who was in that picture. He put it away in the shelf and rolled over. I left the room and went downstairs. The room was neat as it always was. I took the chair and took down the camera, I had promised it was only going to be one night and I was going to stick to it. I looked over at the small table next to the couch. Slowly I opened the shelf and pulled out the picture. I was shocked to see it was a picture of me. It was a picture of me dressed for a Halloween party at work. I had gone as a naughty nurse. A short white skirt with a cut open top, my cleavage was showing. This is what had got him so excited. I wasn't bent over or anything just standing there. Just my cleavage was showing. If it was my tits that had got him so excited, then he would get more excited now. They had nearly doubled in size since I had put on weight. I sat on his couch. Something was happening. Was I truly getting excited that another man found me attractive? What was worse was that I found him attractive to, who was I kidding. I did not just find him attractive, I had spent many nights, cumming to the thought of this man fucking me. That was it. I had decided. I was going to see how far I could push this. If it meant cheating on my husband then that is what I would do. 

The plan was in motion there was nothing to stop it now. It had been three days since I saw the video of him jerking to my picture. He usually had Saturday and Sunday off. I had bought new bra's on the Saturday. It was Sunday morning and I knew he was going to wash his clothes. I threw the three new bra's into the washer, without wearing them. I closed the washer and told him it was free to use. He came and smiled his usual smile and like a typical man, just started dumping his clothes into the washer. 

"Typical." I said. Pushing him out of the way. "Have to separate the colors." I said. The room was small so when I pushed him out the way. My ass brushed against the front of him. I could see he was looking. I had my shortest shorts on. Even though I had put on weight my ass still looked good in a pair of short shorts. He did not move as I stood in front of him. "Like this." I said bending over into the washer, more than I should. I could feel him on my butt cheeks, he was hard. 

"Ok." he said moving away. "Thank you." he said smiling trying to hide his excitement. 

"Anytime." I said as I moved out of the room. I stayed in my computer room waiting for him to finish his laundry. 

"Done." he said peeking into the room. 

"Uh huh." I nodded. Trying not to sound interested. I waited until he was downstairs. Two of the bra's were there on top of the dryer. I made sure to look into both the washer and dryer, the missing one, was not in either. I smiled and took the other two. 

"What are you so happy about?" Tim asked. 

"Nothing." I replied "Just a good day." I smiled back at him. Part one of the plan was set. I quickly went into the computer room. Taking off my top, I snapped three good pictures of me wearing each bra. I waited for a while then turned on my computer. There he was in his room. I had put the camera back where it was. I had no intention of moving it or taking it down. He was comfortable and watching the television. I grabbed my phone and sent all six of the pictures to him. I waited for him to get them. I could see his phone light up. My heart was beating. As soon as he picked it up, I quickly sent a text. 

"Please say I did not send the last text to you." I hit send and watched for a response. He was already viewing the photo's he had dropped the remote. 

"Yes you did." he sent back. 

"Sorry, was supposed to send to Jaime my girlfriend. Her and I had gone shopping together and she wanted to see how they fit." I smiled as I sent it. 

"Oh ok." he replied. "I deleted them. So no harm no foul." he sent back. I was looking right at him. He had not deleted them. 

"Liar Liar." I said to myself. "Thank you. Feel so embarrassed." I sent to him. "Usually I hit J and hit send, but now I have two J's in my contacts." I explained. 

"No need to apologize." he replied. I did not reply back but sat and watched him. Slowly he took his dick out. 

Even in it's soft state, it was big. I waited a bit longer. As he began to jerk his big dick. Waited some more. I quickly got up and rushed to his door. Quickly jerking the door open, I walked down. 

"Hey have you seen my other..." I said as I came down. He was in mid jerk, holding his dick. "Never mind." I said walking back upstairs. I had a big smile on my face as I walked into the living room to sit next to my husband. He came running up the stairs and saw me sitting there. He did not say anything but walked into the kitchen. He grabbed something to drink and went back downstairs. I had him, right where I wanted him. 

"Sorry about that." he sent a text to me. 

"I shouldn't have come down so fast. I should have knocked." I replied. 

"Now I am embarrassed." he replied. 

"From what I saw, there is nothing to be embarrassed about." I said. I walked out of the room and into my computer room. 

"Well, I had some help." he replied. We were flirting and I knew he meant more than my pictures. 

"So you did take my other bra." I said back. There was a long pause. 

"You set me up. Didn't you?" he replied. Smart man after all. 

"Yes." I replied. Tim came into the room. 

"We are out of beer." he said. 

"I will run out and get some." I said putting my phone away. I went out the door. 

"Going somewhere?" Jeremy asked. 

"We are out of beer." I said motioning towards Tim. 

"Oh I need some drinks for my cooler. I will come with you." he said. We both pushed on the door. He motioned for his truck and we both climbed in. My heart was beating out of my chest and my breathing was deep. As we pulled away he put his hand on my thigh. It sent a pulse straight through me. I kept my eye on the road as he drove with one hand on my thigh. We did not say a word to each other. As we got into the store, we went our separate ways. But ended back at the check out. 

"Hello again." a familiar voice said. It was the cashier from before. 

"Hi." he said smiling. I instantly felt a pang of jealousy. 

"Hello Sandy." she said to me. She must have recognized me from the many times I shopped here. "How is your husband?" she asked. Bitch don't you ruin this. I screamed in my head. 

"He is doing fine. Just fine." I said nodding as I paid for the beer. Jeremy was behind me so I waited for a moment. Again she flirted with him. But he paid her no attention and we walked back to the truck. Between the jealousy I felt and how horny I was from his hand on my thigh the moment, the truck started and began to drive away. I reached for his dick. 

"Shit." he said as I pulled it out through the zipper. It was much bigger than I had thought. I dropped my head down and began to suck on it as he drove. Not only was it long but it was thick. My mouth was barely getting it all in. "Fuck." I heard him say as he tried to drive. My head bobbed up and down it, taking in as much as I could get in. His hand rested onto of my head as he began to push my head down on him. His dick was filling my mouth and stretching it wider. I gagged as it pushed to the back of my throat. He pushed my head down further. I couldn't breathe, but I wanted to take all of him in my mouth. It was venturing further down my throat. I relaxed and pushed my self on as it snaked it's way further down. Finally I had taken all of it. I pulled myself up. Taking a deep breath. We were turning the corner to the house. I sat up in case any of the nosy neighbours were watching. 

"Thank you." he said as he got out of the truck. I nodded and went inside. I looked at Tim as I gave him one of the beers. Jeremy went downstairs. We did not text or say anything to each other for the rest of the day. I could not look Tim in the eyes. I had just had another man's dick in my mouth, and I had no intention of it being the last time. I took a shower and shaved myself, something I had not done in a while. As I got out the shower, Tim was already in bed. I laid next to him waiting for him to go to sleep. As soon as I was sure he was sleeping. I nudged him a few more times, just to make sure. Then I took off, down the stairs. I was wearing a nightie with no bra and a pair of lace panties underneath, my nerves took hold of me as I grabbed the door handle to the basement. Upstairs was my husband sleeping, if I went down these stairs I would have sex with another man. I had never even thought about cheating on my husband. I could go back upstairs and forget all about this. Jeremy was sure to understand. I let go the handle. Just go back upstairs. I thought to myself. I began to slowly walk back to the stairs. Who was I kidding. I turned back to the basement door and pulled it open. I rushed down the stairs. There he was still awake and looking at the television. 

"Hi." I said. I was nervous. Way beyond nervous. 

"Hello." he said. I could tell he was nervous too. I sat down next to him on the couch. We sat in silence for a while just watching television. Then he wrapped his arm behind me, I felt the same chill go down my body as he pulled me close to him. I put my hand on his chest and we began to kiss. Damn he was such a good kisser. He did not maul my mouth with his tongue like Tim did. I pushed the thought of Tim out of my head, but it was so hard, when he was one of the two only men I had experience with. The other was my first and that was nothing to speak of. Jeremy slid his hand down my chest and under the top of the nightie. His huge hands cupped my right tit, squeezing it, rubbing the nipple. That was it. There was no turning back now. My nipple got hard as he played with it. Fuck it, I thought as I reached under his pants and took out his huge dick. I got onto my knees between his legs and began to suck on it. I reached for the rest of his pants and took them all the way off. He was completely shaved. Even his balls. I cupped them as I bounced my head on his dick. Again he took his hand and began to bounce my head on him. With each downward stroke I was taking more of his dick in my mouth till I was taking all of it. I took off the nightie and placed my boobs on each side of his dick. I pushed them together and began to bounce them up and down. The head of his dick barely made it out of the crevice between my boobs. I bent my head to lick it as it made it's pitiful attempt to venture out. 

"Fuck those tits are huge." he said as he began to fuck upwards between my tits. 

"How big are they? Bra stealer." I teased him. 

"38GG." he said. As he fucked hard up into my chest. 

"Sorry couldn't hear you." I teased. Men loved hearing bra sizes. Especially when they were fucking them. 

"38GG." he said again as his body stiffened he shot his impressive load between my tits. 

"Good boy." I said. Licking as much of it as I could get. He stood up and lifted me up onto the couch now he was between my legs. He pulled away my panties and began to lick my pussy. He had a long tongue, he pushed his long finger into me as he began to lick my clit. Damn it he had me already. I could count on one hand the amount of times Tim had gone down on me. All of them together did not feel anything like this. 

"That's it use that tongue." I said cupping my breasts, squeezing them pushing them together. He was pushing his tongue into me. Sucking on me, fingering me all at the same time. "Goddamn" I screamed. As he grabbed my thighs as I pulled away from him. He pulled me back down onto his tongue. Fuck me whatever he was doing down there. Was hitting every thing. I felt an orgasm coursing through me. He pushed two more fingers into me as he sucked harder on me. His tongue licked every inch of me up and down and every way possible. "I'm cumming." I screamed. As my back arched, I began to pull away from him again this time he pulled me back harder. Another one was hot on the heels of the last but he was not letting me go. I felt something next to my ass. It was another one of his fingers. "No, no, no." I began to say but it was too late. I felt it push it's way into my ass. I waited for the pain to subside. But there was none. He was fingering my pussy and my ass, while eating me out. I couldn't take it anymore. 

"Stop." I said loudly. "Please fuck me now." I said to him. I was begging him to fuck me. He stood up and lined me up on the couch so he could enter me. As he pushed his dick into me, I began to wish he would of kept eating me. His huge dick stretched me, he pushed it further down into me as he spread my legs wide. 

"Suck on those big tits." he said looking down at me as he began to steadily fuck me. 

"Like this?" I asked as I grabbed one and began sucking on the nipples. 

"Mhmm." he moaned as he deep stroked my pussy. I could feel him filling me up. Pushing against my cervix. 

"That's it." I said up to him. "That's all I can take." I nodded up to him. He shook his head. 

"You're going to take all of it." he said as he slowly increased the pace. He kept hitting bottom over and over. I was so glad I could not have kids already. 

"Fuck me." I began to say as my body went limp. It was his now. I had no control over it. He began to go faster. He was really fucking me now. My legs were wide open and he was standing over me fucking me like his personal fuck toy. 

"This is what you wanted. Wasn't it? To be really fucked." he said down to me. I nodded. I was trying to keep myself sane. How could he fuck so hard for so long. 

"Say it." he shouted down to me. 

"Yes. I wanted to be fucked." I said. Then I felt it. Then again and again and again. His balls was hitting me. He had his whole dick going in me. 

"Look down at it." he ordered me. I watched as his big black dick disappeared inside of me over and over again. I was taking all of it. It was covered in my cum, it was white and black. My eyes were rolling into the back of my head. As he kept fucking me. 

"No bitch." he said to me. "You have been teasing me with that ass, for days." he said as he stood up. He lifted me up and turned me around, he bent my body over so my hands were on the back of the couch. He spread my legs and pushed his way into me. I had lost count on how many times I had cum this night. My legs were soaked with my cum, the couch was wet, the floor was wet. And I was cumming again, he grabbed my waist and began to fuck me, with each stroke my body lifted off the ground. "Fuck yeah, I wanted to fuck this nice ass, for days now." he said slapping my ass. I hoped he did not want to put that big dick in my ass. He grabbed handfuls of my ass and slapped it. "Look at this ass." he said slapping it hard again and again. 

"Fuck me." I said. 

"You want to be really fucked don't you." he said. I couldn't believe he could fuck me any harder. But he pulled me off of the couch and pushed me to the floor. Again I was put on all fours, he was behind me again. I buried my head into the floor as he grabbed my hips again. I hoped he was not going to fuck my ass, but at this point. My body was his, to do with what he wanted. He entered my pussy again and I was thankful. He was riding high on me fucking down into my pussy. 

"Bury that head, and push your ass up." he ordered. I did as I was told. "Fuck yeah. Thats it." he said as he pounded away at me. "Fuck, I am cumming." he said. 

"Cum inside me." I said barely audible. 

"You sure." he asked. I nodded. "I want to feel you cum inside me." I said looking back and up at him. He buried his dick deep inside me as felt it pulse inside me, filling me with his cum. No other man had cum inside me except for Tim. But Tim could never fill me with his cum. He collapsed onto the couch. His breathing was heavy, his whole body was beaded with sweat. I crawled onto the couch, next to him. Every part of my body ached. He pulled me close to him and hugged, and held me. My pussy was still leaking his cum out. But he held me anyway. I had never felt this way. Even though he fucked me like his fuck toy. He held me close to him and made me feel like something. 

"Here." he said reaching for his small fridge. He gave me a bottle of water. I chugged it down like it was the best thing on earth. I heard a stirring upstairs. I looked over at the time. 

"Fuck." I said. It was almost four am. I had come down just after midnight. "He is probably going to the bathroom." I said out loud. Which was probably true. But Tim was known to wake up this early. I grabbed my panties and my nightie. I bent over and kissed him. "No." I said as my body wanted to stay and kiss him. I looked down at his dick it was beginning to harden again. "Another time. I promise." I said as I ran for the stairs. I nearly fell as my legs gave from under me. "No running." I said. As I reached the stairs and pulled my way up. I made it all the way up to the bedroom. He was in the bathroom. I climbed into bed. All I could do was hope he did not want to climb into bed with me. I smelled like sex, cum and sweat. The bathroom door opened my heart was beating again. But for a different reason. 

"Where did you go?" he asked. 

"Was thirsty." I said holding out the bottle of water. 

"Ah." he said as he went out of the bedroom. I listened for the Television downstairs to turn on. When it did. I breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly went into the bathroom and took a quick shower, throwing my clothes into the hamper. I jumped back into bed and fell asleep. 




House Guest



One more month, that's all Jeremy and I had left before he was gone. I would have liked to fuck him every day but we couldn't. Tim was getting suspicious of us. As we were too friendly with each other at times. So we took a break. Stopped flirting with each other and touching each other when he wasn't looking. 

"Eventually we are going to have to tell him." Jeremy text ed me one day. 

"You're right." I replied. Which he was. I had slept with Jeremy twice since the first time. And each time was better than the last. How could I go back to Tim now? 

"I will leave earlier." Jeremy said. "Everything is worked out paper wise." he said. This shocked me. I did not want him to leave. "It will make things easier." he said. 

"Fuck easy." I replied. "It's my problem, I will sort it out." I said as I left the conversation. It was my problem. I had to talk to Tim. I took a deep breath and walked out of the computer room. There he was sitting in his usual chair. I took a seat on the couch. 

"We need to talk." I said reaching for the remote and turning the television off. He turned to look at me. His eyes told it all. He knew. I had known this man since we were in high school, I knew everything there was about him. And those eyes. Told me that he knew everything. I looked away. 

"Thought so." he said. As he grabbed the remote and turned the television back on. I stood up. "Isabel is coming to live here in two weeks, I want you both out of here. By then." he yelled. I did not even look back. I just nodded. I went upstairs and began to pack. I sent a text to Jeremy letting him know. He did not reply back. I put all of my stuff into the computer room. I looked over at Tim, but he did not return my look. 

"Was it worth it?" he asked. I did not know what to say. But he wasn't talking to me. I looked down the hall way. There was Jeremy standing there. "Breaking up a happy home. Was it worth it?" he asked. Jeremy was trembling not with nerves but with anger. 

"What did you do?" I looked back at Tim. 

"Did you know? He was still married?" Tim looked at me. "Oh yeah. Still married. So when I told his wife, she filed with a different lawyer." Tim said. "Over half she took right?" Tim asked. "That precious money you thought you were going to get. So you could move. I bet you're not getting any now are you!" he was yelling now. "Also I called a few old friends at the job, and they did not like the idea of someone stealing another man's wife, especially when that man gave up his house to him. So he is black listed in all the local construction jobs." Tim said with a smile. "Thought you were fucking me. FUCK YOU!" he said. Shouting from his chair. "That was my wife, not yours!" he said. 

"But this wife, chose him!" I said yelling back at Tim. He looked back at me with hurt in his eyes. "This house has my name on it. Not yours." I said standing in front of him. "You forgot about that didn't you. So you can call your sister. And tell her to come get you. I was going to happily move away, but you want to play the victim here. I am the victim. Who cleaned you? When you came from the hospital? I did? I took care of you like any wife would. I got no thank you, no nothing. All I got was feed me, clothe me, fuck me, beer me, I need the sports channel, I need this sports package. What about me? What about my needs?" I shouted down at him. He looked away. "That's right. You got injured and got a nice new chair to sit in, while I worked double shifts, to give you what you wanted." Jeremy tried to hug me and I pushed him off. "So don't play the victim. Don't you dare!" I bent down and held his hand. "We had a good run. We truly did." I looked up at him. He nodded back down at me. 

"Yes we did." he nodded. "I am so sorry, I didn't know." he said he gave me a kiss on the forehead. "You're absolutely right. I did not think of you." he said looking up at Jeremy. "You take good care of her." He stood up. "I will call her." he said as he walked towards the door. "I will go over to Jake's until she gets here." he said. Jeremy reached for him. 

"Let him go." I said. Still on the floor. He walked out the door. A few hours later his sister and her husband came knocking. They did not say a word but grabbed everything including the chair. 

"That all of it?" her husband asked. I nodded. "Thank you for not having him come upstairs." he said as he looked at the basement. "You're a lowlife, you know that!" he yelled at the door. He looked back at me. "And you're a disgrace." he said as he walked out the door. That was it. That was the end of my marriage. Jeremy came upstairs and we just held each other.