0 comments/ 4762 views/ 0 favorites A Really Nice Surprise By: mollycactus A fantasy written for my friend, A.S. – he knows who he is. ***** My phone rang. "Hi Greg. It's Dave," I heard as I answered it. "Hello Dave. What's up?" I asked. "I was wondering... Do you have any plans for today?" Dave inquired. "Well, let me think. I was considering mowing the lawn, but it's not critical. So, nothing really. Why?" I replied. "Then can you drop over to my house? I'd rather not get into it on the phone." "This sounds mysterious, Dave. But sure, I'll be right over." The walk to Dave's house was pleasant, the day being sunny and mild. He and Betty Lou, his wife, lived only the next block over. They were a nice, friendly couple that I had known for over a year. Dave and I were buddies, going to ball games together, borrowing each other's tools, and so on. I rang their doorbell. After a few moments, Dave opened it. "Come on in, Greg. Glad you were available," he said, ushering me inside. Betty Lou was waiting near the doorway, also, with a big smile of greeting. "Hi Greg," she declared, as she wrapped her arms around me, giving me a friendly hug. "I declare, Betty Lou, you get more lovely every time I see you," I stated with a flirting tone to my voice. But I was speaking the truth. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her luscious breasts seemed to strain against the bra whose outlines were visible beneath the t-shirt she had on. She was facing me, so I could not directly appreciate the curves of her buttocks as they pressed against her jeans, but I had seen them many times in places like the grocery store, and greatly appreciated that view every time. Her violet colored eyes caught and held mine as her lips curled into a knowing smile. She knew that I'd been staring, and also knew the effect she had on me. "Why thank you, valiant Sir," she teased. I was probably mildly blushing as we took comfortable seats in their living room. I regarded Dave with a questioning expression, since I was curious as to why he had asked me over. "Greg, we've been friends and buddies for quite some time now, so I know I can depend on your discretion," he began. I was starting to get worried. He sounded so solemn that I feared he was about to tell me he was seriously ill, or lost his job, or something. I leaned toward him, indicating he had my full attention. He continued, "You may not have guessed that Betty Lou is what is called a submissive. She and I have a D/s relationship." This statement was so different than what I was expecting that it took a moment to sink in. "Wait," I said. "What do those letters mean? You said 'ds' or some letters like that?" "Oh, right. I should explain. D/s is a shorthand acronym. It's usually written out with a capital D, then a slash, then a small s. It stands for Dominance and submission," he replied. "So you sort of dominate Betty Lou, telling her what to do, and she does it?" I paraphrased, swiveling my head to face Betty Lou, to see if she agreed. Betty Lou nodded, with a big smile of satisfaction, as Dave continued, "Yes. The relationship can take many forms, but in our case Betty Lou loves being my sex slave, doing whatever I want, whenever I want." "Sex slave?" I uttered, trying to wrap my mind around such a concept. "Betty Lou, he's not serious, is he?" "He's quite serious, Greg," she assured me with a smile. Looking at her husband with an expression of adoration, she continued, "It really thrills me to satisfy his every whim in this area, whether here in our house, or elsewhere, like his office or car or at the movies." She chuckled as she concluded that statement. Her levity convinced me that they were just having fun with me, so I figured I'd go along with this elaborate jest. Turning back to Dave, I stated in a serious tone, "Then you're an extremely lucky man. I envy you. Betty Lou is certainly a lovely woman, and must be a fantastic sex slave." This made her blush prettily. This rather bizarre discussion continued. Dave stated quite matter-of-factly, "She's been so good I wanted to give her a special present, so I asked her to state her heart's desire." Still going along with this quite elaborate joke, I concurred. "If she's really been good satisfying your every sexual whim, she should have special presents regularly," I said, attempting a jocular, but roguish voice. Dave pretended I was serious. "Betty Lou asked to be allowed to be someone else's sex slave for a day. That was her request. I personally thought it was a kinky, arousing idea, something to spice up our relationship. I asked her if she had anyone in mind, and she immediately named you." "Me?" I choked out. He sounded so sincere, it was bothering me, and I said so. "Don't you two think this joke has gone far enough? I'm amazed that you're able to keep straight faces at this point." "It's not a joke, friend," Dave said quietly. "Betty Lou chose you, if you're willing." "She wants..." I turned to look into her eyes... "You want to be my sex slave? Really?" "Yes, Greg. For today, if you want it... if you want me," she replied, placing a gentle hand on my arm to show she was speaking in earnest. I turned to face Dave. "And you're really OK with this? No strings? No repercussions? No fits of jealousy?" I was trying to believe them, but I was afraid they'd soon be laughing at my expense. But I couldn't think why they would be testing my gullibility this way. "None whatsoever," he replied. "I'm really OK with it. In fact, I'm thrilled to share her with my buddy, like this. She and I have discussed it thoroughly, and we both think it'll enhance our relationship." Swinging my attention back to Betty Lou, I asked, "Why me?" Now I desperately wanted to believe this might be true. "Greg," she whispered. "I've seen the way you look at me. I feel admired every time we meet, and every woman wants to feel admired. Your smile and the hugs you give me warm my heart. At the same time, you never leer at me – always the proper gentleman – which makes me feel safe, as well. In the back of my mind, I've wanted you for months, but I would never have acted on that impulse if Dave hadn't offered me a special gift." Somehow, the fact that she whispered this explanation to me made it convincing. "I really don't know what to say. You two have rendered me speechless." "No real need to speak, buddy," Dave assured me. "If you want her for 24 hours, just nod." What else could I do? I nodded, looking right at this lovely woman. "Betty Lou, he has indicated his willingness, but I think he still doesn't believe his good fortune. Please take him into the bedroom, and convince him." She arose and took my hand. "Please come with me," she said as she gave my hand a gentle pull. Thinking I must be dreaming, I saw Dave pick up a book and begin to read, as if what was happening was the most common thing in the world. Leaving the living room, I wandered along behind Betty Lou as she led me down a hallway and into their bedroom. She closed the door behind us, giving us privacy. "Now, Sir. How may I serve you?" she asked as she sank to her knees in front of me. "You're not kidding?" I said incredulously. Shaking her head slowly side to side, she replied, "I'm quite serious. Your 24 hours has started, and I'm now your sex slave, Greg – yours to command." I swallowed hard to clear my throat. "Then I..." I said, hesitantly. "I've always wanted to see your breasts, Betty Lou. May I see them?" She didn't move. She only smiled at me. I thought for sure the joke was now at an end, since she wasn't doing what I wanted. "Sir," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "I'm your slave. Please command me." I thought I'd given her a command. But on reflection, realized it had been more of a request. Adjusting my approach, I said, "Betty Lou, stand up and show me your breasts." Without hesitating, she stood gracefully and grasped the bottom of the t-shirt and tugged it up and off, revealing her breasts trapped in their satiny bra. Wordlessly she reached behind her back, did the magic that women do back there, and the bra came free, to be tossed onto the dresser. The luscious globes of her breasts wobbled and swayed, freed from their prison. They were better than I had ever imagined. Her areolae were almost half-dollar sized, and shaded a mixture of brown and pink. Her nipples were the size and shape of new pencil erasers, poking forward from the center of the crinkled areolae that surrounded them. I was about to say, "May I touch them?" when I realized that wouldn't be a command. My innate shyness would be my undoing, if I didn't overcome it. Betty Lou needed to be dominated – I understood that – but trying to act dominant was not yet second nature to me. "Come here, and place your breasts in my hands," I ordered her, holding my cupped hands up in front of my chest. "Gladly, Sir," she whispered, stepping forward. She actually lifted them in her hands to lower them into mine, as if giving me an offering. "But Sir, you don't have to be so formal, if it pleases you. You can call them 'tits' or 'boobs' or 'jugs' – anything you wish. I don't find those terms offensive. My hands were busy, kneading the warm, soft flesh that more than filled my palms. I couldn't believe how silky they felt. They weren't stiff. They actually felt like bags of warm butter to my touch. Maybe it was the circumstances, but they were the most erotic breasts I had ever felt. "Your... tits," I said with only a moments hesitation before using the word, "are amazing, Betty Lou. I've never felt anything so wonderful." She purred happily at my compliment, because she could hear it was heartfelt. "I'm going to sit on the edge of the bed, and I want you to press your nipples to my lips for suckling. Understand?" I stated. "Yes, Sir. It will be my pleasure to do so," she whispered erotically. "And since I am your slave, please feel free to call me 'girl', 'slut', 'whore' or 'bitch' – things like that – if any of them pleases you." Positioning myself on the edge of the bed, I sat and suckled her wonderful tits, one after the other, listening to her happy sighs as her nipples engorged even more from my oral attentions. I was finally convinced that these two people were serious. Betty Lou was my playmate for the time being. "Get the rest of your clothes off, girl," I said with a voice choked with emotion. "I want to see all of you." She stepped back to give me a better view as she unsnapped and unzipped her jeans. I noticed a dark patch on the crotch of her jeans as she lowered them. "Are those wet?" I asked. Soundlessly, she stepped out of her jeans and placed them into my hands for examination. "Yes, Sir. So are my panties," she confirmed, as she dragged them down her thighs and legs to step free of them, as well. "They're sopping wet, Sir. Having my tits sucked on really gets me going." The wet patch on her jeans was fragrant. I guessed that her juices would taste as good as they smelled. "Hand me your panties, you horny slut," I commanded with a smile and a pleasant tone of voice. I think Betty Lou's blush deepened as she gave me the cotton undergarment, because it was indeed fully soaked and dripping, unable to hold any more fluid. I brought her panties to my nose, sniffed them appreciatively, and with Betty Lou watching, tipped my head back and let the drips from her panties fall into my open mouth. I squeezed the cloth gently and got a nice mouthful of her juice. I let her see me hold the fluids in my mouth, tasting her for the first time, and then swallowing. She beamed a smile at me. "Kneel, tilt your head back, and open your mouth, girl," I commanded with mock sternness. As she complied, I held her panties over her mouth, and wrung more fluids from them. "Good girl," I complimented, as she held her pose, mouth holding her cunt juices, waiting for instructions. "Close your mouth and swallow." I watched her throat ripple as she drank the cunt juice wrung out of her panties. "Now show me your..." I hesitated an instant, thinking 'vagina' but realizing that would sound too clinical, "...cunt, slut," I concluded. The way that Betty Lou's eyes lit up when I gave this command indicated I was setting the right tone with her. I was gradually getting used to the idea of commanding her as my sex slave. "My pleasure, Sir," she replied happily. She stood up and tilted her pelvis back. Apparently deciding I should have a better view, she bounded up onto the bed next to me. The movement made her tits wobble in a mesmerizing fashion – my eyes were drawn to them. But my focus shifted immediately when Betty Lou rolled away from me onto her back, planted her feet wide apart on the bed covers, and used her hands to part her labia. Leaning on one hand to brace myself, I moved in for a close look. Her pussy had a strip of blonde hairs running upward from above the point that her labia joined – the rest of her area was shaved smooth and clean. She was stretching her labia so far to each side that the head of her clit peeked out of its hood, perched right above the tiny mound surrounding her pee hole. My eyes traveled downward to look at her juicy vaginal hole, which sort of winked as it dilated and contracted – either a natural reaction, or because Betty Lou was working her internal muscles. Either way, it was a lovely sight. The fragrance of her well lubricated cunt wafted into my nostrils. I wanted to taste that cunt of hers, but couldn't think of a way to command it, and certainly didn't want to break the spell by asking her permission. It didn't occur to me until later that since she was my sex slave at that point, I could've just taken anything I wanted without asking. For the moment, I stated, "Show me how you pleasure yourself with your fingers, Betty Lou." I watched carefully as she dipped her index finger into her cunt, wetting it. Her lubed finger began gliding on either side of her clit, not quite touching it, but the pressure making it bend slightly left and right as the finger passed. After several passes, she dipped her index and middle finger into her cunt juices, and ran them in a forking fashion up and down on either side of her very swollen clit. Each time the fingers sawed downwards, they caught the clit base and bent its head downwards, the fingers now grazing its sensitive tissues. Her breathing accelerated. Without a hint of shame or embarrassment, she began finger fucking her cunt with her other hand in a counterpoint rhythm to the forked fingers stroking her clit. Her moans and gasps grew in intensity. She pressed her feet hard enough into the bed to raise her ass completely off it, giving me an excellent view of her erotic manipulations. Her pussy glistened with gooey wetness as her fingers now made squishy noises as they plunged in and out. I really wanted to eat that cunt, now more than ever! My bedazzled brain finally came up with a way to order it. Stretching out on the bed on my back alongside her, I said, "Feed your pussy to me, girl." Grinning radiantly, she quickly straddled my face and lowered her sopping pussy to my mouth. I heard her sighs as my lips and tongue began sampling this intimate delicacy she offered. Mimicking what I had seen her do, I first ran the tip of my tongue up and down on either side of her clit, making her moan with pleasure. Next, I pressed the clit down with tongue strokes, released it, letting it bounce back up, and then pressed it down again, over and over. Her moans intensified, and I think she understood what I planned to do next, and was anticipating it. Unable to hold back any longer, I speared my tongue into her cunt tunnel. Seizing her hips, I pulled her pelvis down to drive my tongue as deeply into her as I could. Her clit ended up near my nose, so I exhaled lustily to wash it with warm air as my hands pinned her in place and my tongue began curling and uncurling in her depths. Her hands grabbed handfuls of my hair as she cried out noises of ecstasy. I felt her pelvis quivering in a pre-orgasmic dance. "Ohhh fuck! I'm going to cum," she called out in warning. Perhaps she was unsure if I wanted her to cum like this, so I nodded encouragement and sped up my internal cunt lapping slightly. And cum, she did. I felt her cunt muscles begin contracting rhythmically on my tongue as her pussy juices cascaded into my eager mouth. Her quivering movements vibrated her clit against my nose, which may have increased or prolonged her orgasm. I ate her cunt until she stopped shaking and sighed, then released her so she could flop down alongside me on the bed. She covered her eyes, saying, "My God! That was wonderful! You did that perfectly! I came like firecrackers!" Impulsively, she kissed me in appreciation – a deep, soulful kiss. I was shocked to realize that I had eaten this lovely woman's pussy before ever really kissing her lips like this. Over the years, I'd spent months kissing other women before they even let me touch their pussy. Maybe I'm not expressing how this turnabout in the normal sequence of interpersonal behavior hit me like a ton of bricks, but it did. Mentally stunned, I held her in my arms, thrilled by her proximity, her scent, her warmth. She was naked, and I was still fully clothed. I became aware of how my cock was painfully straining inside my pants. I noticed Betty Lou was looking at my tented crotch, and I blushed like a schoolboy. "Sir, may I speak freely?" she inquired. "Yes. My rule is that I always want you to speak freely, Betty Lou," I replied. "Greg," she said, addressing me, "you appear to be almost as turned on as I was a moment ago. I'm only your slave, and you're in charge, but..." she paused, then continued, "...don't you think we should do something about this?" She pointed at my hidden erection. "You mean that would be OK? Dave wouldn't mind?" I asked incredulously. "Sir, please try to understand. Dave's thrilled that I picked you as my gift. He's given me the freedom to please you sexually in any manner that you wish." Her face colored a fetching shade of red. "You've already made me cum, and I want to return the favor, if it's your wish. Speaking bluntly, any or all of my holes are available for your use. But if you just want to hold me, touch me, taste me – that's also fine. You're in charge." "Would you want me to wear a condom?" The words blurted out of my mouth before I could stop myself. But I wanted this woman so badly now, I had to know. Images of driving my rigid cock into her cunt were flooding my mind. I didn't want to wait another moment, but I wasn't carrying around any condoms. Her smile increased in radiance a smidgen. "No, Sir. That will not be necessary. This sex slave would love to be a receptacle for your cum." I stopped breathing for a moment. No woman had every been so blatant about wanting me to fuck her and shoot my seed into her! My cock twitched inside my pants. There was a wet spot forming on my clothing, but I didn't care if she noticed. Standing up, I said, "Very well, slut. Since you want my cock that badly, undress me." She fairly jumped off the bed to stand beside me. Her nimble fingers undid my shirt buttons in a flash. Before I knew it, I was nude from the waist up. She knelt and undid my shoe laces, and slipped off my shoes and socks. Still kneeling, she slowed down her movements as she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and carefully unzipped my pants, keeping the zipper clear of my bulge. Lowering my pants to the floor, she helped me step free of them. All that was left were my briefs, the front of which had a dark wet spot from the precum that had oozed from my cock. As if she was unwrapping some wonderful treasure, Betty Lou grasped the waistband of my briefs and eased them forward and down, allowing my cock to spring free. I stood fully naked now, cock standing at full attention. I hoped – I prayed – that Betty Lou would not find the sight of my body disappointing. I'm not some athletic hunk of a man. Lately, women seem to not even take notice of me when I walk past them. A Really Nice Surprise Betty Lou knelt quietly at my feet, saying nothing. My heart sank a little. Summoning my courage, I stated, "Well, girl, I thought you wanted my cock so badly. But you're kneeling, doing nothing." She looked fully into my face with those adorable violet eyes and whispered, "Sir, I want you so much that I can hardly breathe. Seeing your naked body just heightens my desires. I want to taste you, hold you, rub myself against you, feel your cock enter my body. But you've not given me an order." I felt a surge of relief. Perhaps she was just being diplomatic, but her reassurance caused a warm wave of joy to wash through me. "Touch my cock and balls, Betty Lou," I told her. "Let me feel your hands on me." She did. Her cool fingers glided the length of my shaft. Her other palm cupped my sack, cradling both my testicles. She grasped my cock and made slow pumping motions, eliciting a gasp from my lips, and a dribble of precum from the head of my cock. Feeling her new, unfamiliar hands touching my most intimate area made my body thrum with erotic sensations. We both observed her actions closely as she examined my cock from various angles, her eyes constantly displaying pleasure. "Taste me, girl," I ordered, shifting my feet apart slightly to offer her better access. I deliberately was not specific, wanting to see how she would react. She lifted up my cock, pressing it against my belly. Her eyes went out of view as she moved her head forward. A moment later, I felt the tip of her tongue touch the edge of my anal ring. Goose bumps rose up on my arms as she drew her tongue across my perineum, and plowed it up the center of my scrotum, pressing my balls to either side. Taking her time, she carefully washed every bit of my scrotal sac with lapping motions. "Good. Good," I groaned upward, as my head tilted back with enjoyment. I looked down and saw her looking up at me, her eyes twinkling with delight. Still holding my eyes with her own, she sucked one of my balls into her mouth where her tongue caressed it with wet warmth. Slowly drawing her head away from me, she let the ball pop out of her mouth at its maximum stretch. Vacuuming my other ball into her mouth, she fluttered her tongue against it and listen to me moan with delight. Having thoroughly tasted and cleaned my scrotum, Betty Lou turned her attentions to my cock. Pulling it horizontally with some effort, she carefully licked up the rivulets of precum that had accumulated on its head. Next, she licked and nibbled each side of its shaft from its crown to where it's base poked out of my pubic hair. "That feels fantastic. I never knew you were such a good whore," I said when she happened to glance up at me. In response, she winked at me, and tongued her way up the underside of my cock from its base to that very sensitive spot at the underside of its crown. She kissed my cock at that spot, and then began fluttering her tongue gently back and forth across that spot until the sensations made me rise up onto my toes. Her face had been tilted up as she stimulated that spot, but now she began raising her head up while tilting her face downward. As I watched in amazement, her lips engulfed the head of my cock as her tongue continued teasing its underside. Sucking, she began moving her head toward my body. More and more of my cock disappeared between those luscious lips of hers. When about three fourths of my dick was out of sight, I felt its head nudge the back of her mouth. I expected her to withdraw it at this point. Instead, Betty Lou did something I still don't understand. She grabbed my hips, and adjusted the tilt of her head slightly. Her lips moved in a rhythmical swallowing fashion as she pressed her head harder forward. "OMG, what are you doing?" I cried out. Of course, she was unable to answer. I felt a strange rippling sensation on the head of my cock which continued until her lips claimed it's full length, her lips against my pubic hair. After a few moments like this, she drew her head back until my cock left her mouth. I heard her gasp for a breath of air as my penis bobbed in front of her lips. It was gleaming, sticky with her saliva, a strand of which stretched from it to her mouth. The strand broke as she smiled triumphantly up at me. "Have you never been deep throated before, Sir?" "Never," I answered. "It felt wonderful though." "Would you like me to do it again?" she asked. "Of course I would," I responded. "But not right now because I think it's time that I planted this cock into that gorgeous pussy of yours. You certainly lubed it well enough. Get onto the bed, face up, and open your thighs for me." Within moments I was kneeling between Betty Lou's knees. My hands slowly caressed her legs and thighs as I drank in the sight of her. She was on her back, as I had commanded. Her tummy and her breasts moved up and down as she took deep breaths of anticipation. She had placed her arms flat on the bed above her head in a pose of vulnerability, submission, and acceptance. Leaning forward, I ran my hands from the sides of her hips up the sides of her torso as far as I could reach without falling over. Her nipples stiffened even more, and I heard whispering sounds of need issuing from her lips. We were both ready. I settled back onto my heels and delicately parted her labia, marveling at their feel. Her cunt looked like some exotic flower, it's nectar dribbling on its petals. "Tell me to fuck you, slut. Tell me how badly you want me," I demanded. "Please, Sir. Please fuck this little slut whore of yours. Her pussy aches to be filled with your cock." Her body writhed slowly as she spoke, emphasizing her need with body language. She slipped from her role slightly, saying, "Greg, I've been wanting you to fuck me for months. I really need you to screw me long and hard." Her words stoked my lust into a blaze. I pressed the head of my cock into the opening of her cunt. Locking eyes with her, I leaned forward, sliding my dick smoothly into the velvety wetness of her vaginal tunnel as the sounds of our mutual groans mixed in the air. I braced my torso with my arms as I fucked her with several long strokes. But I wanted her to feel both taken and screwed as she had begged, so I switched my position. Placing some of my weight on her left thigh, I stretched my torso out along hers. My face ended up near her right ear, my left hand had trailed up her arms to pin her wrists to the bed above her head. Her right tit was mashed against my chest, while my right hand claimed her left tit, opening and closing my hand to make her nipple rub against my palm. Because I was slightly on my side I was still able to move my hips and thrust into her. Establishing my rhythm, I breathed the words 'you', 'are', 'mine' each time my deep thrust bottomed out in her cunt. Pinning her to the bed in this position of seeming helplessness was immensely exciting to us both. She writhed underneath me, trying to make her pelvis rise up into my thrusts. Her cunt lips wetly clasped my dick, as her inner muscles gripped it every time it entered, as if never wanting it to leave. She started peaking. "Yes, yes, yes, I am yours," she cried out. "Your fuck toy, begging for your cum," she moaned as she came. Hearing her pleading like that, and feeling her cunt rippling in orgasm, I panted my cock fully inside her and joyfully spurted my semen, anointing her tunnel with my seed. To extend our enjoyment as long as possible, I began plunging in and out of her, mixing our cum juices into a froth that coated my cock base and her pussy lips. Finally, I rested, my body still atop hers. I was sweating hard and a drop of my sweat fell from my forehead onto hers. "Sorry," I apologized. "I didn't mean to drip on you." She looked at me with a blissful expression and said, "Greg, sweating is OK when you're having sex. Sweating means you're doing it right." This statement made me so happy that I kissed her, this time with tenderness. After the kiss, I rolled her atop me and held her close. We were having so much fun that we giggled with mirth. In counterbalance, I tried to speak in a sterner tone of voice, asking, "And just what else can I command you to do, my luscious slut?" I was surprised when Betty Lou looked me straight in the eye and said, "Sir, as your sex slave, if you wanted to fuck me in the backseat of your car in a busy mall parking lot, I would. If you took me out to a bar and wanted to fuck me in its restroom, I would. If you took me to an elegant restaurant and told me to slide under the table cloth and suck you off while you ate dinner, I would. Does this answer your question?" "It certainly does!" I felt like a kid in a candy shop with $100 to spend. That feeling of wanting everything. There were so many things that I've never tried sexually, never having the opportunity. Now I had the opportunity with a very willing partner. Both of us needed a respite at the moment, so we lazed on the bed together for a long time, holding and caressing. For dinner, we joined Dave at the dinner table, all three of us naked, and ate. Dave discretely inquired how things were going, and Betty Lou described for him in quite graphic details the things we had done together so far. His grin upon hearing this was genuine, as he remarked, "This report is certainly getting me worked up." "Girl," I said, "see if your husband has an erection." The table was blocking my view, so I couldn't tell. She got up and went to stand next to his chair. "Yes, Sir! He has a magnificent erection at the moment," she reported, smiling with glee. "Get down under the table between his knees, and suck him off, slut," I commanded. She disappeared from sight. I saw him move his chair slightly, and slump down it in, probably giving her better access. Betty Lou did not suck her husband silently. She may have even been louder than usual to allow me to be aware of her busy mouth in action. I didn't stare at Dave. I looked around the room casually, just glancing at his face once in a while to briefly glimpse his expressions. After a while the arms of his chair creaked as his hands clenched them hard. His eyes closed tight, and his body seemed to tilt back slightly as his hips rose a tiny bit. From the sounds that spilled from his lips, I could tell he was spilling his cum into Betty Lou's mouth. The vixen must have drained him dry, because one of his hands disappeared beneath the table as he whispered, "Enough, dear." Betty Lou reappeared from beneath the table, looking very pleased with herself. We left Dave slumped in his seat, smiling peacefully, and returned to the bedroom to rest on the bed together, embracing as we digested our food. As I kissed Betty Lou's lips, and parted them with my tongue, I received a lingering taste of Dave's semen on her tongue. To be honest, it didn't taste all that different from my own. I filed that thought away for future analysis, considering how kinky it might be to eat his semen out of her cunt. I wondered if the two of them would be horrified by that idea, or inspired by it. For the moment, I was just enjoying the sensation of Betty Lou's skin against my own, as I spooned her from behind, holding her tits as she nestled back against me. We rested, my nose buried in the fragrance of her hair. When we were both refreshed, I got up from the bed and sat in a chair. Signaling with my hand that she was to join me, I told Betty Lou, "Wrap your tits around my cock and slide them up and down. I want to see what tit fucking feels like." She obeyed. She spat and smeared her saliva around in the space between her tits. Pressing them together with her hands, those soft warm jugs of hers completely engulfed my cock. She moved her torso up and down, tonguing my cock head whenever it popped up into view. These actions gradually brought my cock back to life. Erect again, I said, "Get on your hands and knees on the rug." Going behind her, I started using her doggy style, grabbing her ponytail. Her silky blonde hair felt wonderful in my hands as I used it to pull her head back gently as we fucked. On a whim, I wet my finger and rubbed it over her ass hole, and carefully poked it in, to see how she would react. She cried out, "OMG! Yes! Do that please!" The idea of anal sex had always intrigued me, but I had never tried it with anyone. It sounded like Betty Lou had experience with it, and even enjoyed it. But I was not certain, because a finger is a lot smaller than an erect penis. "If you want to be fucked in the ass, slut, you'll have to tell me how," I said. "Yes Sir," she moaned. "Please work two fingers into my ass, to help me dilate it. You can spit on your fingers or into my hole to make it slippery." I was doing as she instructed, still fucking her cunt as I spat and drilled two fingers into her butt. I felt the resistance of her opening at first, but as I worked the fingers around, twisting my wrist to push the opening wider, I felt the resistance dissipate. After a while, my fingers moved easily in and out of her nether opening. I was surprised how easily I could feel my cock moving inside her, through the thin wall separating her two openings. "I'm ready now, Sir. Please just fuck my ass the same way you're fucking my pussy. Your cock should be slippery enough since it's coated with my fluids. If not, just spit on it, like you did your fingers." I pulled my cock out of her pussy at the same time I withdrew my fingers from her ass hole. To my amazement, that hole stayed open and waiting. I placed the head of my cock into it and pressed forward carefully. My cock pushed its way into tightness. The feeling was strange, but incredible. It felt like the deeper part of this tunnel was collapsed and only grudgingly opened to allow intrusion of my stiff, fleshy rod. My pubic hairs brushed against her ass. I was all the way in. There were a lot of moans and groans echoing in the room, and they were not all coming from Betty Lou. Pausing briefly to let us both get accustomed to this new joining, I started only the tiniest in and out movements. The friction was unbelievable. Her ass gripped my cock in a tight sheath. Encouraged by the sounds that Betty Lou was making, I gradually increased the length and speed of my strokes. Soon I was gripping her hips and fucking her ass with abandon. "Sir, may I please play with my clit while you fuck my ass?" Betty Lou gasped. "Yes girl, play all you want. I want to find out what it feels like when you climax while being ass fucked." I saw her right hand disappear from sight beneath her. I could visualize her fingers thrumming her engorged clit, just as I could visualize her breasts bobbing beneath her as I pounded in and out of her ass. She was wriggling and thrashing her head around as much as possible with me still tugging on her ponytail. After a few minutes, I saw Betty Lou cease her wriggling for a moment as her body stiffened. Then she screamed and began convulsing in a massive orgasm. The vibrations from her climax triggered my own, and I spewed my load into the depths of her ass. I believe I also screamed from the intensity of that sensation. We collapsed onto the rug, entangled, my cock still plugging her ass. I suddenly felt exhausted. "Wow," I breathed into her ear. "That was amazing. Thank you. But that took so much out of me, that maybe I better try to go home and climb into bed." "Please, Greg, don't go. Please stay in our guest room, Sir," she begged. "Your time with me isn't up." I could see the wisdom in her suggestion, and I was sure that Dave would be all right with this, or Betty Lou would not have suggested it. Besides, I loved the idea of sharing a bed with her, just to hold her during the night. As we climbed into the bed naked together, I said, half-jokingly, "If I'm not up by 8 AM, wake me up with a blow job, slut." I did manage to work my partially limp dick into her warm cunt, and fell asleep with my cock inside her, and our arms and legs intertwined. That night, I dreamed about her warm mouth sucking on my cock. I imagine I smiled in my sleep. But when I opened my eyes, I realized she actually was sucking on my cock, as ordered. I smiled down at her and she winked in response but continued sucking, now adding caresses to my ball sack, since I was awake. Her lips, wrapped around my dick, curved into a smile as she gave me the best blow job I've ever had. Soon I was spilling my semen into the vacuum of her mouth and throat, my pelvis arched up off the bed as I climaxed. Spent for the moment, I slumped down and watched her draw her lips up my shaft, getting my last drops into her mouth. As her lips slipped free from my cock, she never spilled a drop. "Now that my greedy slut has had her breakfast, she can serve me mine," I said somewhat wearily, but with a huge grin on my face. Betty Lou took me literally, and romped naked to the kitchen, quickly returning with coffee, rolls, and juice. As I ate, she mentioned, "It's going to be a warm day today, Sir. It's already warm outside, and the sun is bright in a cloudless sky." "I've always wanted to have sex outdoors," I said wistfully, imagining taking my pleasure with her in the open air. "Our backyard is secluded, Sir. Dave and I've fucked out there from time to time. If you'd like, I'll place a picnic blanket out on the ground for us." I was stunned. Sex with Betty Lou outdoors? It seemed like another dream coming true. Controlling my glee, I tried to speak both nonchalantly, but regally, as if I commanded such things every day. "Yes, do that, my girl." I watched her stroll naked out into the yard, and bend over as she spread out the blanket. The vision of her naked ass was a sight to behold. I was sure she angled her body to make certain I was entertained by her actions. She returned, and knelt humbly before me, awaiting my commands. She seemed ready, but I felt I needed time for my cock to re-energize after that wonderful blow job. Pondering this, I had an inspiration. "Girl, I want you to take Dave outside and fuck him on that blanket while I watch, if he's OK with that," I instructed her. She hurried off to check. Returning, she reported, "Dave's all too happy to use me while you watch, Sir." She took my hand and led me to a comfortable lawn chair where I'd have a good view. Dave placed her on her back, and lifted her ankles up to hook them on either side of his neck. This raised her hips up off of the blanket. Holding her thighs, he fucked her vigorously in that position. It was great seeing them enjoy each other in this manner. From time to time Betty Lou looked over at me, reassuring me that my voyeurism was appreciated. She even winked at me once, perhaps reminding me that she was obeying my command. Both of them were gasping and panting by the time he released his seed into her cunt. Aroused by their performance, my dick once again stood at attention, ready for use. I approached the couple as Dave pulled his cock, slimed with their juices, free from her pussy. "Don't leave his cock in that state, girl," I told Betty Lou. "Clean him off." He grinned as he stood on the blanket, with Betty Lou sucking every drop and smear not only from his cock – she did a thorough job on his scrotum, as well. Dave gave me a pat on my shoulder and said, "Thanks! She's all yours again. Is it all right with you if I watch, now?" Now certain he wasn't jealous, I nodded my agreement. He went over and sat on the chair that I had vacated, to observe. I placed Betty Lou on her hands and knees and slid my cock into her pussy. It caused a loud squish and a burp as Dave's semen was displaced by my entry. I didn't mind having 'sloppy seconds', as they say. Semen makes a nice lubricant. The problem was that Betty Lou's cunt was too well lubricated by her husband's cum mixed with her own. I wasn't getting enough friction as I pistoned my cock in and out of her, doggy style. A Really Nice Surprise I maneuvered her all the way down to be prone on the blanket with her thighs together. Straddling her thighs with my own, I slid my cock back into her pussy. This position increased the friction in a marvelous manner. Raising up onto my arms, I had a lovely view of her stretched out beneath me as I fucked her. Her head was turned to one side, letting me see her eyes closed with concentration, and her mouth forming into an 'O' shape as her pleasure built. My gaze traveled from her blonde hair and ponytail, down her spine to the rise of her hips and her marvelous ass, which jiggled enticingly with each of my thrusts. I felt the sun on my body, and the gentle breeze that washed over us. My balls slapped the back of her thighs where they were pinned together by mine. "I'm getting close," she gasped. "Please don't stop! Please fuck me... fuck me... fuck me!" she added with a voice beginning to make a keening sound. Still pounding my cock in and out of her pussy, I lowered myself so that my chest touched her back, and kissed and nibbled the back of her neck passionately. That did it. Both of us groaned out our orgasms, there in the sunshine, with Dave watching. When our climaxes ebbed, I stayed atop her keeping my cock inside her as long as possible as it softened, hot sweaty body pressed against hot sweaty body. We rested like that until I realized that my time was almost up. Climbing off Betty Lou, I said, "Get up girl," and helped her to her feet. I pulled her hands around to the small of her back and held her wrists there with one of my hands, as if she were cuffed. Placing my other hand on her shoulder to guide her, I marched her over to where Dave sat. I said formally, "I'm returning your sex slave, since my 24 hours with her are now complete. I think that you'll find that I'm returning her in good condition. I realize that you loaned her to me as a gift to her for her good behavior. I just want to add that it was also the most wonderful gift that I myself have ever received. Thank you." Dave stood up, and walked slowly around Betty Lou, inspecting her. Barely hiding a grin, he checked her teeth, her ears, lifted each of her tits, spread her ass cheeks, and carefully fingered her pussy, which made her chuckle with delight. I simply admired her beauty as he checked her over. Dave said with mock formality, "Yes. I concur that she's still in good condition." Even though we were both naked, he turned and gave me a nice hug. Betty Lou gave me both a hug and a kiss. In a lighter tone, Dave continued, "I believed that Betty Lou had made a good choice, and you've proved it. You treated her well and made her happy." Betty Lou nodded vigorously in agreement. "You even took some of your precious time with her to share her with me. A generous act like that should be rewarded. I plan to share her with you on a regular basis, if that's OK with you both." Betty Lou cried out a sound of happiness and launched herself at her husband, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him hard. I laughed. "I guess that's her way of saying she's OK with it. If it's OK with you Dave, I will not jump on you and kiss you, but yes. With all my heart, I'd love doing more of this." "Great!" Dave said. "Expect my call sometime, OK?" "OK!" I said heartily. After dressing, I said my goodbyes to my lovely hosts, and began walking home. I felt like skipping, or jumping up and clicking my heels together, but I settled on whistling happily as I walked along. As I walked up to my front door, I could hear the phone ringing inside my house. I wondered, "Could it already be?" I hurried to open my door.