0 comments/ 28536 views/ 3 favorites Meeting in May By: Richard Crawford I evaluated the face in the bathroom mirror at the Italian cottage restaurant, seeing again the age in my face, despite my careful makeup. Yet my trademark mauve lips still had fullness and my grey eyes still offered promises. My breasts pressed full and warm against my blouse so my young date would surely imagine them nearly naked as he had seen in the photo I sent him. I could erode my demure look by opening one more button on my blouse...but no, not this time. I ran my manicured fingernails through my short hair, missing the long mane of my 30s yet seeing appeal in the slightly grey hair that framed matching eyes. Te eyes that mattered most were his, and Richard's eyes had been on me for every minute so far. I smiled into the mirror, a smile still cute at age 52, then let my smile fade in the powerful way Richard adored. I straightened my blouse, fluffed my hair once more, and strode back out our table to complete my seduction of this man who was just two tears older than my son. I walked back through the restaurant, drawing glances from older men in suits when their wives were not looking. Their wives stared at me coldly and I smiled at them as I slipped through the lovely cream colored tablecloths and clear crystal. Richard had chosen the restaurant well, but had he chosen me? Back at the table, I smiled at him and contemplated our evening together thus far. My confidence in the bathroom faltered back at the table, despite a score of shared pleasures tonight. I was enjoying being with this delightful young man just as much in real life as I had online. Dinner at a restaurant had seemed a safe way to meet and that had proven to be extremely safe, maybe too safe. We had chatted away like old friends without so much as a hint of sexual attraction for the past hour and I found it refreshing, melting away the eighteen years I had on him. We talked of novels and music, people and careers, sports and TV, and all manner of subjects until two emotions crept into my consciousness. One was fear, as I began to doubt that he had a more-than-casual interest in me. Had all the words typed so romantically and erotically dissolved under the reality of appearances? In his eyes was I no longer a sexually charged older woman, now just a pathetic old woman wishing it were otherwise? The other emotion was excitement as I realized that no matter what Richard was feeling, I had a strong interest in fucking him that night. Underlying the platonic safety of this conversation was a heat that I wanted to burn into wildfire. Damn him though! He had done nothing to indicate what he wanted from me in our first real meeting after two years of cyber-involvement. Despite all we had shared, he just sat there. I felt angry, aroused, terrified, and relaxed all at the same time and I was definitely not enjoying the multiplicity. He obviously liked me, I thought as we shared a laugh. I slipped a bite of pasta between my lips, savoring the sweet spicy flavor and imagined savoring this man, who felt like a shy boy at times despite his confident words online. He looked into my eyes, chatted with clear enjoyment of my company, and smiled easily. Shyness or hesitance?? Or a defense? Should I respect his friendly distance or challenge it? He was married, and so was I. Would I become his first affair? I had no worries about cheating - he would not be my first - but he seemed so soft and romantic. Could his heart endure a night with me? I took another bite of pasta, then a sip of wine, and the deep red liquid slid seductively down my throat. Perhaps I should just wait him out until he dropped me off at my hotel? Could he say good-bye after such a wonderful dinner without a kiss? Kisses melted Richard online and I knew my mouth would please him better in person. Age may have made soft lines in my face, but it had also offered me practiced skills as a lover. If we kissed and my tongue teased his, could he resist? Did I want him to? I returned my attention to our conversation. We watched another couple--god, were we a couple?--at a distant table, and played the game of creating their conversation. They were middle aged and looked frumpy, so we played up this Ozzie and Harriet relationship until we almost rolled on the floor. I felt tears in my eyes as our eyes met, hoping my make-up held and that my laugh lines were not too distinct. His clear blue eyes crinkled deeply and I loved it; these were eyes that had enjoyed life thoroughly for their thirty-five years. We laughed gaily and it offered a mask for my face so I could observe him more carefully. Though giggles I admired his soft brown curls that needed fingers in it, his soft mouth that needed warm lips pressed to it, and those eyes, betraying the age and intensity underlying his boyish laughter. I took his hand as I wiped tears from my eyes and he gripped it gently. Having created conversation online almost daily for 24 months, it was easy to do now for the characters in the restaurant. I spotted a pair of lovers in a dark booth, sitting close together, and wondered if we could take a stab at that conversation, but our table was in the middle under a light, not too conducive to seduction or romance of any kind. Our conversation settled into a warm contented silence so full that words were unnecessary. As I watched him, I noted the details of the way his hands manipulated his utensils, delicate yet strong. Young hands...sensual hands. His body was lithe with a sense of both weakness and strength in his 5' 8". Then Richard sipped his water and for a split second his lips were moist and shiny. With his attention diverted from me I was free to watch the liquid gather at his lips before sliding down his throat. I wanted a kiss from those ful young lips, just one kiss... "Did you say something?" he asked. Oh, no, my last word had drifted out on a whisper! My heart fluttered and I felt my skin grow hot and prickly. Years of flirting reasserted themselves and I covered as best as I could. "No, I was just lost in my thoughts and one slipped out," I explained with a slight smile He hesitated, then allowed my slip to pass, much to my chagrin. Well, if he was unwilling to accept that unintentional offer, I would have to be bolder. I took a sip of my wine, making sure that my own lips were wet, then rimmed the glass with one manicured finger. Odd for me to have painted nails, but in a way it made me a different person and, I hoped, a seductive one. He watched me closely for several seconds during my little performance and I felt a reaction between my legs. At fifty I could still demand the attention of any man. "Richard...?" I asked softly, an unspoken question he could fill with his imagination. I wondered if his mind was replaying the many times I had made love to him on the phone with a similar tone of voice. "Yes," he whispered almost inaudibly. I looked deep into my red wine, then up into his blue eyes. "I want you to kiss me. Very much." His eyes had left mine to watch my lips form each word. I had said the right thing. He glanced at the other customers, some of whom seemed to be watching the young man and older woman, laughing and flirting. "I want to kiss you more than you can imagine." The quiver in his voice made me wet, but all I showed him was a warm smile. I threw out my questioning responses and went for it, crossing my arms so they pressed on my full breasts , leaning an inch closer, "So kiss me." My smile taunted him. I felt wonderfully sexy, yet on the brink of losing control. Richard was beginning to shake. "Right here?" "Well, if you don't want to kiss..." I casually began gathering my belongings, feeling my strength. Then Richard leaned across the table and parted his lips for me. I felt a dozen eyes on us as I licked my lips and leaned to meet him, stopping at just under the half way mark so he would be forced to reach for me. Richard stretched further and everyone who watched knew that he totally desired my lips. I felt a smile play at the corners of my mouth, then saw his tongue move slightly inside his mouth and could no longer resist reaching my hand out to bring him to me. The electricity our first touch--god, a public kiss!--sent a ripple of desire through us and what had once been intended as a naughty little peck became something stronger. Yet it was not a wild kiss, only an intimation of wild kisses to come. Open-mouthed, exploring, insistent...for just a few seconds all the sexual connections from our online encounters and one brief meal together flooded through us. Then it was over. We separated by just a few inches, never releasing the other's eyes until Richard said hoarsely, "Let's get out of here" and tossed a fifty on the table. Richard glanced around the room and my eyes followed his. I saw amused smiles, cold stares, and aroused eyes. My eyes met Richard's again and saw a that the stares had aroused him. I reached for my coat and purse, then I heard him murmur, "Do something for me?" At this point I would carry him on my back to a motel room if he but asked! "Sure," I replied easily. "Undo another button." My eyes questioned him, the recalled his eyes on my breasts earlier. I looked down at my slight cleavage, remembering that I had considered undoing another button as I dressed, but thought just a little too much. I gave him a smile and glanced around the room once, but did not touch the button. "One more..." he whispered, a low deep command. My hands moved of their own accord as my numbed brain evaluated the situation. Richard wanted this, his eyes showed it so clearly, and my body yearned to please him. The button slipped through the hole, then I released a second, exposing my breasts in their black satin bra with erect nipples to the casual observer. I sensed eyes on me and felt that duality of emotion which always makes my body hot even as my mind panics My reverie was interrupted by Richard taking my arm and walking me toward the door. He carried my coat, my one cover, and I felt the breeze on the skin of my breasts almost as clearly as I felt the eyes of the other men longing to take Richard's place tonight. I leaned on his arm, feeling his firm biceps under my hand, and nearly closed my eyes as we waltzed past the maitre'd. Outside I wondered how I had ever found the strength to do such a thing, then wondered that I had found the strength to resist it for so long. My mind slowly began to function again as he opened the passenger door and slipped me inside like a treasure. Inside the humming car, I reached toward my buttons and shocked him by undoing more...one at a time and slowly enough to entice, until my dress lay on the seat and my body was nearly exposed under the layers of soft cotton around me. A surge of power returned as it had at the beginning of the evening when I gazed into that mirror. The mirror or Richard's eyes reflected with admiration and deep desire. I grinned to myself, hoping he could drive safely. "Like what you see?" I teased, watching a bead of sweat form on his brow. "You just watch the road as you pay for your assumptions earlier." The assumptions had been right, but what the hell, this was my game too! I felt 20 years old as I arched my back for him, raising my hands over my head in a luxurious teasing stretch. Then I slid in close to him, allowing and my breasts to brush him. I think I felt him tremble; something powerful clicked on in my mind. As we drove I found it easy to lose my mind again under his hot blue eyes...and my own touch. Some incredible dam broke and I grew wild...blatantly offering him poses, allowing my hands to roam over my body as he watched. I licked my lips and laughed aloud at the moan it brought to his lips. I pressed my hand firmly between my thighs and our moans joined in song. We had five minutes left in this drive and it was far too long to wait. I had demanded that his hands stay on the wheel, but now mine insisted on feeling his younger body and I gave them license to finally touch...and it was wonderful. I caressed his young clothed body, teasing us both, seeking nipples and muscles, then touching the skin on the back of his neck before cupping his cheek. "Pull over, Richard," I hissed as my fingers fumbled with his fly. He sought a dark private road, but quickly settled for a minor side street and wheeled his car to the curb. The tires kissed the curb just as my lips kissed the swollen head of his penis in this nice suburban neighborhood. Difficult to see in the dark, it was still easy to smell his excitement and feel the heat emanating from his crotch. I burned too deeply to play, so I pulled him into my mouth as deep as I could, moaning with the thrill of it sliding past my lips. With closed eyes, I pulled him slowly from my mouth, savoring each inch and the flavor of his pre-cum on my swirling tongue. Richard's fingers entwined in my hair and I moaned my encouragement, then felt a distant part of my mind take control. I looked into his eyes and heard my voice, cool despite my fire, "No, lover, don't touch. Later I will take your face in my palms and fuck it, but you may not touch me. Not yet. Play with your nipples if you like, but leave the fucking to my mouth. " He lost himself in groans, telling me that I had hit my mark. My own body spasmed slightly as electric thrills raced down my spine, expanding through each breast to each nipple, then reversing and coursing into my soaking cunt. I lifted his cock with practiced fingers and sucked him furiously. An oral gift without mercy, my tongue rubbed insistently against that spot just below the tip as my mouth delivered firm pressure along the entire length of his lovely shaft. Occasional headlights illuminated his semi-prone body, adding fuel to my already out of control passion. There is something rich in having a man's cock in my mouth that drives me wild, and his encouraged me with constant drops of pre-cum as it expanded under my oral lovemaking. My throat accepted each drop with a moan and my voice became loud enough for any passers-by to hear; Richard had to know I loved this. His fingers twisting his own nipples spoke of his desire and I redoubled my efforts to make him come. My bobbing head did no t want to prolong this, just to feel...there was no softness in this blow job as there would be in future ones, just firm wet touches designed to bring him off as quickly as possibly. Within seconds I felt his balls tighten under my caressing palm and his back arched fully. I rammed my tongue along his shaft now as I sucked and his hands reached for my head, hesitated, then settled for gripping the seat beside me. He was mine. His cock now undulated, but I held on, waiting for his yell. He whimpered as my moaning mouth worked him, but even as his orgasm approached he remained almost silent. Undaunted, I slide a finger, wet with our juices, to his asshole just as he began to buck really hard, and was rewarded with an uncontrolled shout...of my name. Richard sent his shout to the entire neighborhood and a part of me wanted to laugh aloud. Fortunately, more of me needed to feel his cum, so hot and wet and uncontrolled. I swallowed, wanting everything from him, then cleaned him cat-l ike as he recovered, finally allowing the giggles to erupt. Richard joined me in a rumbling laugh of joy that lasted for several minutes. Even as we laughed I occasionally swiped my tongue across his cock under the pretense of cleaning, but the truth was I hated every second when I was not touching him. It wasn't long before I felt the telltale twitch, which said he would be able to come again. This time it would be in private and deep inside me. ----------------- The rest of the drive, all five minutes, was critical. I knew as Richard calmed that he might feel guilty and want to drop me off, but my plan, created in the ten minutes since we left the restaurant, had considered his reticence. Never letting his sexual mind recede, I whispered wicked comments into his ear constantly, "...my pussy needs your mouth so much...do you want that? Do you want my flavor on your tongue?...perhaps you would prefer to fuck after all this teasing...though I know you like teasing, so maybe I can give you more, and more...and more?...I like all positions, which one would you like?..." Sometimes I kissed him at stoplights, drawing stares of nearby drivers and offering Richard a taste of his own semen that he could not resist. I liked just parting my lips and waiting for his tongue to reach out to me first then pulling away with the smile he loved. He reached for my lips over and over, moaning my name, losing his focus on the road. I grazed his penis with my fingernails and enjoyed the glisten of his sweaty skin. Finally I had taken him to our online lustful places, but now at last it was real. Richard was hooked on my touch. When we reached the motel that I had arranged for earlier, he was quite ready. Desperate myself, I barely recall my own actions. No sooner did the door open than I found myself face down on the edge of the bed, my ass rapidly exposed. I clearly offered my ass to him and immediately felt the gratifying hardness of his cock sawing along my crack, gliding wetly from my tummy through my cunt lips, over my clit, and between my ass cheeks. Would he choose...? No, his velvety head found my cunt again, sliding in with one firm push as h is hands came around to pull me close. Over my shoulder I kissed him, but this only allowed a bit of movement, so I released his mouth and lowered my head for a good hard ride. Richard took me much harder than I expected, but no harder than I liked. At first he drove in solidly, rocking in and out just an inch or so with his cock deep in me, but soon he began those hard smacking thrusts that I adore. His firm stomach and pelvis smacked my ass as his hands took control of my hips. I closed my eyes and returned each thrust and our fucking grew wilder. This was pure raw sex, no teasing or lovemaking, just two cats coupling in an alley. We sweated together as our fire built and I heard his rasping breathing mix with my own whimpers until all I felt was my cunt meeting his cock. Hard...god, so nice...hard fucking...sometimes he almost lifted me...up on my toes...settle back...get fucked again...wetness on my inner thighs....the steady pounding rhythm... I groaned, writhed...his hips rotated as they fucked...dammit, let me come...let...me...please.....close...... Then I felt his mouth close on my neck and his cock moved even faster...then the sucking...teeth...THERE! There, at last, cumming for him, for us! My body collapsed forward under his and I enjoyed being sandwiched between warm bed and warm young lover. With my eyes closed, I saw only deep red images on my eyelids; images indecipherable but comforting and rich. I felt Richard's lips kissing my throat softly...moving to my ear, nibbling at my earlobe just as his voice confirmed, "I'm crazy about you..." I smiled and ran my nails down his back, right at the pain threshold, and whispered as I claimed his mouth with my lips, "Then belong to me, Richard." I swallowed his answering moan and let him feel my knowing smile through our kiss. Meeting in Moline I've travelled most of my career. The first few years it was mostly by air and, of course, I was met with flight delays, bad weather, lost luggage, all the wonderful things that air travel brings in such abundance. The last ten years or so, however, I have been responsible for a much smaller geographical area which I mostly cover by car. Believe me, it's a blessing, I depart when I want to and I know my luggage will arrive when and where I do. I love it. Now, I could never claim that the life of a traveling salesman, no matter how many jokes you've heard, is filled with naked farmer's daughters and wild sex in haylofts and the like. But, once in a while, things can happen. That was exactly what happened two years ago last May in Moline, Illinois. Moline, for the many millions who wouldn't have a clue where it is, lies just over one hundred and fifty miles almost exactly due west of Chicago, right on the border with the state of Iowa. Across the Mississippi River from Moline is Davenport, Iowa. I have a number of customers in the Moline/Davenport area so I get there about every two to three months and stay for several days. It was a Tuesday and I was staying at the Radisson Hotel near the river and, after a day of calling on customers, was enjoying a refreshing gin and tonic in the hotel bar and looking forward to returning home on Friday to my wife of eighteen years, still as attractive as when we first met, even if, as happens to most, I suppose, our sex life had tapered off some over the years. It was good, really, just, well, not what it was in the beginning. I was making some notes into my laptop as I sat at the bar, just finishing my second G&T, when a couple came in and sat next to me at the bar. We nodded and said hello, of course, and I went back to my notes. Having had enough work for one day, I closed my laptop, put it in my briefcase with my papers and sat it on the floor beneath my stool and turned my attention to the television as it showed some Headline News. There was a story on about golf and a big favorite player who was embroiled in a sex scandal and, being a golfer, I was watching the story and noticed that the man next to me was also glued to the broadcast. He and I soon became involved in a discussion on the most recent revelations and soon had learned each others names and a bit about each other, where we were from and the like. They were Roy and Lisa and were from Indianapolis which I was quite familiar with and we enjoyed a nice conversation for the next hour or so. We were the only people in the bar and the bartender told us he was closing early and asked if we wanted to order a few more drinks or, perhaps, a bottle of wine and take it out on the patio. Roy suggested that we get two bottles of wine and take them up to their room which had a balcony with an even nicer view of the river. Well, I really didn't have any plans for the evening and Roy and Lisa were nice, so we took the two bottles up to their room and they were right, the balcony had about as nice a view as Moline offered. It turned out that we were all on the same floor. Walking out of the elevator and following Lisa down the hallway to their room, one would have to be dead not to notice that Lisa was a very nicely put-together woman. They were about the same age as I was, like mid- to upper-forties, and she had a lovely ass supported on two beautiful legs. They unlocked room 924 and I went down to 944, my room , to drop off my briefcase, coat and tie, changed into shorts and a golf shirt, then returned to their room to share the wine. We were soon all three out on their balcony watching the sun go down to glasses of chilled Pinot Grigio, Roy and I in shorts and Lisa in one of those big terrycloth robes the hotel provides its guests. We chatted about this and that and there were a few times when Lisa picked up her glass or sat it down that the robe drooped open a bit, exposing a nice amount of breast for my viewing. I looked over and Roy was smiling at me as he said, "Quite all right, Eric, Lisa's a very pretty woman, I well understand when a man takes notice of her." Well, he obviously saw me. "Well, yes she is and I certainly meant no harm, please understand that," I replied hoping I hadn't overstepped any bounds. "Oh, not to worry, Lisa's no prude, I'm sure she took it as a complement, right, hon?" "Well, after twenty-one years together, I take it as quite a complement for a good-looking man like you to take notice. I rather like the attention. In fact, I have to confess that I've been giving you little peeks now and then." "I'll bet that Eric would like a little better peek, hon. We're all friends now, you know. How about it, Eric?" Now, just how does one answer that? "Well, no man would object to that, I'm sure," I weakly replied. With that, she asked her husband, "Mmm, you sure, Roy?" and he nodded as she pulled open the two sides of the top revealing her lovely breasts, they were really nice, full, round, just a bit of curving downward, large pink nipples that were quite hard and erect. "You're a beautiful woman, Lisa, thank you, just stunning." Then, she loosened the belt and pulled the robe off her shoulders and opened it full as she spread her legs. I just sat there for a minute, unable to speak. She was really quite beautiful as I realized that she was a true blond, at least I didn't think women bleached their pubic hair, hers was a small landing patch of soft-looking curly blond hair over two plump lips that looked absolutely delicious glinting in the setting sunlight. "I should tell you, Eric, that I'm okay with whatever Lisa wants in life and she did tell me earlier that she thought you were a rather sexy man so here we are. Whatever you two want to do, is fine with me." With that, Lisa stood up, leaving the robe empty in the chair, and came over to kneel in front of me, reaching out to rub on the obvious erection inside my shorts, then pulled the zipper down, reached in and tussled my cock out from its confines as her head dropped down and I began to feel the softest, most lush suck of my life. I'm not sure how she did it but it was luscious and silken, I have rarely had a harder cock than what she sucked me to that night on the ninth floor balcony. She raised up off my cock, kneeling there, smiling up at me as she stroked me. "Well, hon, looks like you have something on your mind for tonight," Roy asked her. "Mmm, yes, I'd love to suck Eric's cock some more, then I have just the place for it. Maybe you could both make love to me the way you know I like." "Eric, do you think you might be able to rearrange your schedule for the next twenty-four hours or so? My wife seems to be rather horny tonight and I know her well enough that the two of us will need at least that long to make her happy." As her husband was asking me this, Lisa was crouched in front of me, stroking me up and down as she took licks around the tip of my cock. It's hard to think when a beautiful, naked woman is so pleasuring your cock. "Well, this is rather unexpected, but, I have to say, a thrilling prospect. Yes, um, I can rearrange things in the morning." With that, Lisa stood up and pulled me by the cock (gently, of course) back into their room and began taking off my clothes. I was soon there naked as she put her arms around me and kissed me, rubbing herself on me as her tongue probed in and out of my mouth. My hands were down on her butt which felt firm and supple as my cock pressed hard against her. Then, she led me to the bed, got in and spread her legs wide as I crawled up and began licking her wet crease. "Mmm, I knew you would be good, Eric, yes, lovely, just like that, it's wonderful." Roy was also out of his clothes, sitting in a chair stroking his cock up and down as he watched. She obviously loved to have her pussy eaten, she kept squirming and wriggling the whole time. "Oh, yes, yes, mmm, god, right there, mmm, OH, OH, OH, UUH, UUH, mmm, mmm, oh, yes, I knew you were good, Eric, mmm, come fuck me, I want you so bad." I got up between her thighs and pushed inside her, sliding all the way down then began moving in and out. She swung her legs up over me, locking her ankles around my back. "Mmm, I love your cock, Eric. I just knew you would know how to use that lovely cock of yours, this feels so wonderful, mmm, my pussy is so happy, right now." She turned to Roy and added, "Oh, thank you, dear, you are such a wonderful husband, you make me very happy, just like Eric is making me right now." "I want you to be happy, hon, and, remember, I get you next." I was fucking her nice and long and slow as Roy began stroking himself faster and moaning more. "Mmm, get up here, Roy, in my mouth, hurry," and he stood up, leaned over the bed as Lisa turned to him, took his cock in her mouth and sucked him right off, getting most of his cum, only a little drizzle running happily down her cheek. I was close to depositing my load of cum in the other end of her as she began moving her hips sinuously which was rubbing the tip of my cock around her pussy walls. It was all I could take. I jammed hard into her as she pulled me to her with her legs around my back and humped up and down as my cum sprayed deep, deep inside her. "UUNH, UUNH, UHH, UHH, UMMM, ummm, oh, wow, oh, Lisa, you are so good, so tight, mmm, this is just the greatest." "Mmm, I love having your cum inside me, Eric, I'm so glad you were in the bar tonight, my lucky day." "Oh, really mine, Lisa, you are incredible, just incredible," I said as she kept moving under me, keeping our feelings alive. She stretched out and pulled Roy's cock back to her mouth and began sucking him as I continued slowly stroking in and out of her. In a few minutes, she turned her head back, Roy's cock falling out of her mouth, as she said, "Your turn, Roy, Eric, let's keep you hard, let me suck you," and we switched places as her husband began fucking her as she sucked my cock so beautifully. "I've got some of those 'little blue pills,' Eric, over on the dresser. I took one already, I suggest you do too. We've got a horny woman to make happy." I followed his advice though I'd never used them before, I soon felt the pill's effect as I hardened to the specifications of a sixteen-year old's cock. Roy did get her off and he also filled her with cum and after he cummed, he pulled out of her and got down to eat his wife out, then after a bit, got up and offered me a try. I don't think I've ever eaten out a woman with another man's cum in her but it wasn't something that bothered me or turned me off so I dove in and in a few minutes she was humping my face with another lovely orgasm. Roy and I were on each side of her, holding her, feeling her, kissing her as she suggested that it would be fun to have a nice shower, that she thought we would all fit inside the one in their bathroom. It was a nice room, upgraded from the kind I usually got when I travelled, after all, it's just for me, one person, and I'm on an expense account. As we went toward the bathroom, I spied a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. This was all feeling like a celebration to me, that's for sure. Even though the shower could hold all of us, there wasn't loads of room left over. Roy and I did manage to get Lisa well-soaped and we ended-up with the cleanest cocks in town, I'm sure. We got out and Roy and I dried Lisa, then quickly ourselves, then returned to the bedroom. Roy stopped and was opening the champagne, popping the cork toward us, then filling three glasses which we then toasted. "Lisa it's your evening, go ahead," Roy deferred and his wife lifted her glass. "To these two wonderful men with their beautiful hard cocks fucking me all I can possibly want," and there was a clinking of glasses as Roy sat in a side chair as his wife sat her glass down and put her arms around me, kissing me and grinding her front onto my hard cock. "Oh, god, I'm so horny, I just can't wait," she said and had me get on the bed as she stood up over me, crouched down as I held my cock up, then slid right down over me and began slowly fucking me up and down as she held her vaginal muscles clenched tight. "Oh, yes, mmm, oh, I knew when I first saw you Eric, that you'd be a great fuck. Mmm, do I feel good on that wonderful cock of yours?" "Oh, Lisa, yes, oh, you are so tight and so smooth and wet, it just feels terrific. And, we've got all day tomorrow, right?" "Mmm, we sure do, I just want you and Roy to give me everything you've got." "Take all you want, Lisa, I'm sure Roy and I will try our best." She was fucking me so seductively, pulling up and down, tightening as she went up, just sucking the cum up like a pump. She was so good. I looked over and Roy was sitting at the desk watching us, smiling as he stroked his cock, waiting until he got his turn at fucking his hot wife. "Oh, I don't think I could ever get enough of this, I love a nice, long cock," she murmured softly as she rode me up and down. "Mmm, yes, oh, so good. Do I feel good to you, Eric?" "Fantastic. So tight, oh, the way you grip me when you go up, it's fabulous." "I have a dildo at home that has a suction cup on the bottom and I put it on the corner of the coffee table and fuck it for hours, getting off time and again, over and over. So, my muscles are really good. You can tell, huh?" "It almost feels like you're going to pull my cock right up off my body. There's no man alive that could resist cumming when you do this." "That's just why I love doing it. I'm the best pussy you'll ever have, Eric, that's for sure." "She's right about that, my friend, she fucks that dildo thing all the time. She could lift weights with her snatch," Roy added. Well, she probably could. She was sure getting me close. And then she raised up leaving just the tip end of my cock in her and fucked me up and down as fast as she could, just going up and down an inch or so; I just exploded. It almost doubled me up. As I began spurting my cum into her, she jammed back down, pushing me all the way into her then twisted and twisted around like she was grinding my cock into her. It was the most powerful ejaculation I'd ever had, some of it, no doubt, that this was a naughty thing to be doing on a business trip with virtual strangers but, that wasn't it entirely, the rest was her, Lisa's pussy made you explode, simple as that. "Ah, he looks happy, hon, another guy who's had the best pussy on earth." Well, Roy wasn't wrong, for sure. "I try, I do try," she said as she still rocked back and forth on me, smiling down, knowing she'd just given me the fuck of my life. "Whew, that was fun. Ready to do me, doggie, Roy?" and she pulled up off me, I rolled out of the way and she got over on her hands and knees as he shoved into her from behind. I just watched, didn't even stroke my cock, it was still quite a happy lad, as I watched them fuck on and on, how Roy could resist her suction pussy was beyond me but, finally he did cum; she'd had a good orgasm just a few minutes before. When he pulled out of her she asked me back over so she could suck my cock which was responding quite well to her oral encouragement. She rolled onto her back and put her arms around her upturned legs, putting her pussy right up high as I crouched over her and slid my cock down into her and began moving up and down, taking long, deliberate strokes all the way in and all the way out. "Mmm, god, that feels good, Eric. I could have you fuck me like this forever. Oh, just forever." It did feel good. I pressed down into her upraised pussy and pushed deep, then held my cock there. She just automatically began flexing her muscles around my cock as I kept it buried in her. She was smiling at me, knowing that she was making us both feel so good. She began moving her hips from side to side as I fucked in and out of her, it was just spectacular. She could tighten her vagina clenching it around my cock as I pushed in and pulled out, the feeling was fabulous. She was able to milk my cock of its cum once again and between Roy and me, we fucked her the rest of the night, just over and over and over. Whenever one of us pushed into her, cum drooled out, down her butt, she was just filled full so many times. Finally, we all three collapsed about an hour before dawn and slept until about nine. I went down to my room and made several phone calls moving appointments around, then went back for more. They had ordered breakfast for the three of us and it was delivered just after I came back to the room. "Get naked, Eric, and have some breakfast, we'll need our strength, right, hon? Oh, and she's put out another of those pills for us to take." "I'll say, my pussy's lonely already," Lisa said, spreading herself open for us. I took my clothes off and she had me come around and stand in front of her as she sucked my cock. As she pulled back, she observed, "Eric looks ready to me, come on," and she gripped my cock and led me back to bed, put me down and got up over me, sliding down, so wet and slippery, then moving up and down over me as my dick went right to heaven. Lisa was made for fucking, that was certain, she trained herself for it and got deep joy and satisfaction from it. The rest of the day was spent fucking her over and over as we took turns at her. There were rest periods during the day, especially the afternoon, not for Lisa, she could have handled a brigade, but Roy and I just needed some time to recharge. But each of us kept as busy as we could dipping our cocks into her and if we needed some time to recoup, we took turns between her legs licking and tonguing her to orgasm. I have no idea how many she had but it was a lot. She never seemed to get enough. We fucked and ate her out the rest of the night and I did, thankfully, get some sleep. I did have business to conduct the next day and as I was leaving their room to go to mine to shower and get ready for a day of business, Lisa asked me how often I came to Moline and she said she would want to do this again if I was up to it. Well, we did do it again, this time I planned on a free day. And I did the next time we met after that. And the seven times since. Even business has been good, too.