0 comments/ 31901 views/ 0 favorites Mystery Woman By: Mr_Zac I am unsure as to where I am. I hear the wind in the trees and birds chirping. Yet is dark I cannot see. I go to move but find I am bound tightly at all four limbs. There is a flapping sound and a gush of air. I realise I am not only tied but naked also. My head moves and you notice I am awake. Your lips touch mine ever so lightly as your hands run through the light hair on my chest. I feel my cock begin to harden as I think I realize what is happening. You sit on my face letting me lick at your womanly juices then I feel hands upon my cock. I moan in ecstasy but then I hear a slight giggle from you. Your hands leave my rigid prick and in an instant they are caressing my face. Suddenly they are back on my prick. I think how swift your hands are moving then I realize there is not one pair of hands but two as I hear another giggle but not yours. Then four hands roaming over my entire body simultaneously, leaving no spot untouched. My prick is so hard at the thought of two females ravaging my nakedness that I almost cum. However you get of my face after having reached a climax and flooded my mouth with your juices. I start to feel a little disappointed and as I am about to speak another cunt sits on my face. My tongue delves into the unknown smooth hairless twat and lap up her juices too. I try in vane to figure out who the mystery female is and you were not telling. You lower yourself on my rigid member and fuck me hard. I cum and fill your wet passage with endless sperm. You dismount of my now very sensitive cock. I was prepared to lie back and relax however the mystery woman impales herself suddenly and made me moan out aloud as the sensitive cock head takes a renewed pounding. I have no choice as my cock gets fucked but to take it and do. I come to a second climax and fill the mystery woman with my seed as she too climaxes. I feel you untie my ankles and wrists before releasing my blindfold. It takes a moment or two to get accustomed to the daylight and then I find I am in a tent. I look around but no sign of the mystery woman........ I look at your nakedness and you hard nipples and smile; you smile back as I ask who the woman was. Not telling you say. I get up and look outside the tent to see I am in a nudist’s camp and in the distance I can see naked couples and singles everywhere. I realise I must have been drugged in some form as there was no way I remembered getting here. I love your surprises and this one surpassed any other you gave me. You tell me we are here for a few days and maybe just maybe I will get to know the mystery woman. We venture outside and down to the beach where we swim to refresh ourselves. You talk to several women and I try to figure if maybe one of them was responsible for fucking my cock. Again as reading my mind you say I am not telling and wander off with two other women. “She has you thinking hey?” I hear a male voice say. We get talking and he reveals it was his wife that had fucked me. “Pay back!” I reply. We sat down and plotted a way to get back at you women. The following day you went to the ablution block and on your way back you are ambushed and gagged before a bag was placed over your head. You are tied with your wrists behind you. It seems like an eternity walking through scrub the bushes brushing against your nakedness caused you a little discomfort, especially with the occasional branch whipping against your vagina. You are led into a room and tied over a table with your legs parted. You sense for a moment that it was me until you here a total stranger’s voice. You realise then it is not me and a little fear fills you but excitement too. You feel rough hands caress you face and immediately you smell the juices of another woman on his hands befog they drop to your wet pussy. You feel hands on your inner thighs before they are lifted and a cock thrust roughly into your wet passage. Suddenly the blindfold is removed and you look across the table to see me fucking the mystery woman. You wonder who is fucking you and then realise it is the other mans wife just as he brings you to climax and cums himself. Both of you are released fully however you are not yet free to go as we take our respective partners and fuck together in an orgy. You look first at his cock then at mine and smile happily as my cock forces into your tight dripping passage. Mystery Woman I had been out running errands and had stopped by the fish store to pick up some live brine for the critters in my salt-water tank. While they were bagging the brine I was wandering the aisles and looking at the livestock they had. I'd just lost my Cuban Hog and was looking for something to replace him with when I noticed a girl up by the front of the store. She was short, maybe four foot seven or so, and she couldn't see the fish in the top level of tanks. She would walk to a tank, jump up to see what was in the top tank and then move to the next one. As she worked her way toward me I saw that she wasn't a little girl, she was a short woman - a short woman with a killer body. Waist I could probably get my hands around, nice ass, good rack and a great face. I've been known to be a little on the impulsive side so I moved up behind her and the next time she jumped I put my hands on her waist, lifted her at the same time lowering myself, and when I stood up she was sitting on my shoulders. Even though I couldn't see her since she was behind my head I said, "You were wearing me out with all that jumping. Just tell me where you want to go." Surprisingly, she wasn't beating me on the head with her purse. Instead a laughing voice said, "Down the rest of this aisle and then the other two and I'll have seen it all." For the next ten minutes I walked her around and she got to look into all the top tanks and finally she said that I could put her down. I eased her down and she said, "That was interesting. Do you know that you are the only man who has had his head between my legs since I married my husband?" Then, almost as an afterthought, she added "And even he doesn't do it much." I grinned at her and said, "Hey, it's too bad you were not wearing a skirt. If you had been I still would have done it, but I would have faced the other way." She made a face, "Yeah, yeah, you guys all talk a good game, but none of you ever follow through." It was interesting the way the conversation was going and I wanted to continue it so I said, "Buy you a cup of coffee at Lucy's?" Lucy's was the coffee shop just next door to the fish store. She looked at her watch and said, "Sure, why not. I've got time for a cup." We got our coffee and sat down at a table in the back and she said, "Can you tell me what is the compulsion that makes men hint most about what they really least want to do?" I looked at her, trying to figure out where she was going with the conversation and she went on, "Oh I know I shouldn't have been 'Little Miss Smart Mouth' back there with the head between the legs comment, but then you didn't hesitate to jump in with 'face the other way' comment. My point is that men talk about it all the time, until you ask them to do it and then they run the other way and hide." I shrugged, "You've just been unlucky and have meet all the wrong guys." She gave a short laugh, "You know how many guys I've known who have said things like, "She is so fine she can sit on my face anytime" or "She's just too fine to screw. That's pure eating pussy?" Her language caught me by surprise and I quickly looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear us. She didn't seem to notice and she went on "Guys know that women want it and so they make statements like those thinking to get in the woman's good graces and when they do all of a sudden they forget what they said." Again I shrugged, "I can't speak for all men, only myself." She got an evil grin on her face, "And speaking for yourself, you do it all the time, right?" "Whenever I get a chance." "How about right now? I've got a van with smoked glass right outside. You want to prove it to me?" I shook my head no and she sneered at me, "I knew it! You are just like all the rest, all talk, no walk." I looked her right in the eye, "Just because I'm not willing to take a chance on doing it in public doesn't mean I won't do it. You want to prove me wrong follow me home and see what I'm willing to do in the privacy of my own bedroom." She looked at her watch and said, "I can't. I've got to pick my husband up in half an hour." "Right! Who's backing away now?" She gave me a long look and the said, "Give me your address." I wrote down and gave it to her, "My phone number is on there too, just in case you get lost." We left the coffee shop together and I watched her get in her van and drive away. It had been an interesting encounter and we had never even introduced ourselves. She was a gutsy little broad and I was sorry that I would never see her again. +++++++++++++++++++++++ Three days later I had just gotten home from work and was feeding my fish when the doorbell rang. I answered the door and there she stood. She was wearing a dress and high heels and she asked me if she could come in. I stepped aside and let her enter, closed the door and turned to face her. She lifted her skirt and showed me that she wasn't wearing any panties, "I'm ready, are you?" I just looked at her for a minute and then I said, "You hate your marriage that much that you want to take a chance at ruining it?" She gave me the same sneer that she gave me in the coffee shop, "I knew you would back away. I was so sure of it that when I was dressing to leave the house I let my husband fuck me." She dropped the skirt and turned to leave and I said, "Whoa! I didn't say I wouldn't, I was just curious. It isn't every day that a drop dead gorgeous little pocket rocket like you falls into my lap. Get your dress off. I want you naked except for your heels." For the first time she looked unsure, almost scared, and I began to think that maybe she was a cock-teaser who had been playing a game and who hadn't expected to get called out on it. "But you can't! My husbands just been there." I grinned at her, "That just adds to the flavor sweetie" and I took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. I helped her take her dress off and had her lie down on the bed. "Aren't you going to take your clothes off?" she asked. "No. I don't need to take mine off to eat your pussy. If you ask me to fuck you when I'm done then I'll take them off." I pushed her legs apart and saw how wet she was. She probably hadn't been kidding when she said she had just been fucked and while I wasn't all that keen on sucking someone's cum out of a cunt there was no way I was going to let her walk out of my apartment saying "I told you so." I took a deep breath and then buried my face in her bush. I love to eat pussy and more than a few ladies have told me I'm very good at it and she must have been liking it because she pulled her knees as close to her shoulders as she could to open herself wide for me. I was surprised that I didn't mind the taste of her husband. I had eaten pussy that had my cum in it and his didn't taste that much different than mine. I spent a good ten minutes working on her box and she had two orgasms that I knew of. Finally she pushed me away and asked me to fuck her. I undressed and crawled between her legs and started to push my cock into her cunt, but even though she had already been fucked by her husband and I had spent ten minutes on her with my tongue, she was tight. It took me a minute to work myself all the way in and then I started to fuck and she went wild. If some one were outside my window looking in they probably would have called the cops on me. I'm six-one and she was four foot whatever and they way she was kicking and screaming I'm sure that they would have thought I was taking advantage of a child. But she was damn sure no child; she was fucking me back every bit as hard as I was fucking her and from the way her fingernails felt when they dug into me I was going to have claw marks on my body for days. I pounded into her as hard as I could and after several minutes I felt the pressure building and I told her I was going to cum and asked her if I should pull out. "No" she cried, "I want you in me. Cum in me baby, cum in me." I shot my wad and then collapsed on the bed beside her. She turned around and started to lick my dick clean. I don't know if it was what she intended, but my cock began to show immediate signs of life and started to grow. As it swelled in her mouth she looked up at me surprised that I was able to get it up again so soon. To be truthful about it I was just as surprised as she was. As soon as I was stiff she climbed on top of me and slid down on my erection and started fucking me. For maybe five minutes she rode me and then she rolled off me and pulled me on top of her, "Fuck me hard lover, make me cum baby, make me cum." I banged into her as hard as I could for another two or three minutes or so and suddenly she arched her back and screamed "Yesssssss" and she dug her nails into me as she had her orgasm. I felt her pussy spasm and then I emptied myself into her for the second time. I rolled off of her and for maybe two minutes the two of lay side by side on the bed, neither one of us saying anything, just staring up at the ceiling. Finally she said, "That was intense. Can we do it again?" I gave her an honest answer, "I don't know." She giggled, "Let's see, shall we?" She moved over me and pushed her sloppy wet pussy into my face as she went for my cock and my tongue no sooner touched her pussy than she came again. It took her a good ten minutes of working on my cock before she could get it up again. Our third bout lasted almost twenty minutes and when I came I'm pretty sure that only a few drops came out - the lady had drained me dry! ++++++++++++++++++++++ I walked her to the front door, fully expecting that I would never see her again, but she turned, stood on tiptoes and kissed me. When we broke the kiss she said, "Same time tomorrow?" I was truly surprised and I guess she could see it on my face. "My husband loves to have me suck his cock, but he says that eating my pussy gives him an upset stomach so he won't do it. He won't eat me, but you will, so what time tomorrow?" I gave her a big smile and told her that I got home from work around four-thirty and she said she would be here waiting. That was six months ago and she has come by to see me on the average of three times a week. She especially likes to come to me with her husbands cum still inside her and she absolutely insists that I eat her after I cum in her. Once her husband went out of town for a week and I spent the entire week in her bed. Slowly fucking her while she talked to him on the phone was on of the biggest kicks I've ever had. Once she suggested that she take on another lover so I'd have more to feast on and I told her that if she was serious I knew some one who would be happy to help out. She told me to go ahead and set it up and I think it will happen sometime next week. I still don't know her name and when I ask she says that it doesn't matter, "Just call me Mystery Woman or call me slut, or call me your married whore, just please don't stop eating my pussy." I'm very pleased to say that I haven't. Mystery Woman There I was on Tuesday afternoon, walking through a party good store searching for some doo-dad for my wife to take to work. After asking a sleepy clerk if they had what I was looking for and getting a poor response, I started trudging up and down aisles to help myself. I had plenty of my own stuff to do today and was irritable not being able to put my hand on what I was looking for and getting the hell out of this store, Up aisle one, looking on both sides and then down number two, again looking left and right. It was exasperating. That is until I reached aisle five. As I turned off number four and walked around the corner to enter five, a woman stood maybe six feet from me. She was looking at something in her hand. The first thing that caught my attention was her height. In her heels she towered over me. I'm five-eleven so I figured she was probable six-two in the spikes she wore. I feigned looking for something but sneaked glances her way to view more of her. I was able to see that her hair was cut short and brown with blonde highlights, Her profile reminded me of one of my heart throbs on the TV show Scrubs, Sarah Chalke. She had a great tan and I'll bet no tan lines. The minute I saw her face I began doing foolish things. I wanted to see more of her but I knew I should get out of the store before I did something stupid. I didn't leave though, and decided to venture up to the end of the aisle and look at her from a distance. Trying not to be too obvious I moved on to see if I could catch her in another area of the store. I met up with the woman again in aisle eight. Attempting to appear casual, I breezed past her and waited in nine till she showed up. Two young guys were looking at something and when she arrived I used them as cover to get a good look of her. She was dressed in a hip length tan jacket, opened, and a brown skirt cut just slightly above two pretty knees. Those wonderful heels that caught my eye earlier were also brown and they made her calves pump up and stand out on her bare legs. Her attire spoke money. I left my stalking spot and walked past her but momentarily turned and looked her over again quickly. She had on a pink silk blouse that exhibited her ample breasts, I'd guess a full "B" cup. Thinking I'd spent enough time gawking at her there, I moved on toward the next aisle, all the while telling myself to leave the store. Believing I was entitled to one more pleasure before I left I decided to walk past her in another aisle and smile at her. At least that would make this all worth while. So down number ten I strolled, bold as hell. Seeing her standing tall and gorgeous I walked slowly up but as I got close to her she knelt down to pick something off a lower shelf and I just slipped on past her. As I did though, I caught a whiff of her aura. It smelled of vanilla, my favorite scent. I hesitated for a moment, taking in the odor, and when I glanced at the woman she looked up at me and smiled warmly, then turned her attention to the item she was looking at. I was struck speechless and decided to leave, less I really make a fool of myself. Sitting in my truck I sat there not being able to get her out of my mind. I knew I should write it off as a pleasant encounter and leave, but I was anchored to the parking lot. I wondered, "Did I miss my chance? Did I pass up an opportunity to meet this lovely woman? Fuck!" I closed my eyes and was sitting there pushing my thumb and forefinger into my eye sockets when I heard a sound. TAP. TAP. TAP. "Hello." TAP. TAP. As I turned in the direction of the sound, releasing my fingers from my eyes, my vision, still blurry from the pressure, attempted to make a shadowy figure standing at my window. The sunlight behind the head created a halo and made it difficult to make out a face. I rolled the window down and a form leaned onto the windowsill. "Hi, I was wondering if you could give me directions? I have to get to the Turnpike." "Holy shit." I thought, it was the woman from the store. "Holy shit. She's talking to me." "Do you have a map I could look at?" "Yea." I answered like a twelve year old. "Do you mind if I get in and we can look at it together?" "Uh, yea. Okay. Hop in." Hop in, what a funkin' jerk off. The woman went around to the other side, opened the door and slid in the truck. Cripes she was gorgeous. She was better looking close up. I'd guess she was about forty. She was real cool. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" she said. "No," I responded like a dork. "Were you stalking me in the store?" "No, honestly, I wasn't," I responded like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. "Really? Well, I was flattered thinking you had your eyes on me." "Well, to tell you the truth, I was looking at you a little," I said relieved. "That's good, because I was looking at you hoping you would talk to me." I couldn't believe my ears. This hot chick was telling me I should have moved on her and I didn't. Fuck! "Would you like another chance?" she asked. "Chance?" "Yea. To make a pass at me." Now reality hit me. I'm married and I know I just can't cheat on my wife. Here's a woman coming on to me and I know I can't do it. I'll never be able to live with myself. Shit she is so hot. "I'm married," I said. "So am I," she responded. "It's just that I'm so horny right now and when I saw you I thought you might be able to help me get some relief. Are you horny?" "Yea,." I gulped. Fuckin' a right I'm horny. "Okay then, how about if we put on a show for each other. We can't fuck, but we can watch each other jerk off and play with ourselves. Right?" "You bet," I said. "I'll start." The woman slipped out of her jacket and laid it on the back of the seat. She then turned to me and fussed with her short hair and stretched provocatively. Her hands then circled her neck, slid down her shoulders and then massaged her tits. She reached down on the side of the seat and, flipping the lever, let it fall back slightly to place her in a reclining position. "I love playing with my titties. I love to pull them and smack them and pinch them." I could feel my boner growing and had to shift in my seat to give it room to expand. "I like to get fucked from behind and feel my titties flip flop all around. My hubby puts clothespins on my nipples and pulls them till I scream. That makes me come." "Holy shit," I thought. I can't believe this babe. "What do you want me to do, baby?" "Play with your tits," was all I could get out of my dry mouth. "Okay, but you have to take your cock out too, okay? "Yea," I said. As she unbuttoned her blouse, she arched her back and pulled the fabric from the skirt's waistband. I could hear the silk slide against the wool material. With the pink blouse stretched wide open, her brassiere and tan flesh made a striking contrast of colors. Now she slid her hands up to her bra cups and stroked around and around her fiber encased mounds. She moaned softly, lifting and pressing her breasts, treating them like her pets, talking to them. "Do you want to come out for some air. Would you like to see the nice man? I bet he would like to touch you." My dick felt like it would burst thru my jeans. "Would you like me to show you my titties?" she asked me. I gulped. "Yes, I would love to see your titties." The bra had a very convenient front clasp and, with a twist of her thumb and forefinger of her right hand, her two "pets" were free. She pushed the cups aside and her "titties" were exposed. They were not full of body fat, bloated and round, but flat like pancakes, laying prone on her chest. Wide round circles of flesh with large, three inch diameter areolas, dark brown in color and big, rubber erasure like nipples graced the two "pets". She slid her hands under each tit and lifted them, folding them up so that they reached her mouth where she licked and kissed each brown disc. Rolling them down again, the woman took hold of a nipple between two fingers of each hand and pulled upwards, stretching them, from her body. Her tit flesh extended like long tubes of dough and when she released them they flopped down on her body with a smacking sound. The woman's performance so far gave me the courage to boldly speak as I was rubbing my erection thru the rough jeans fabric. I needed a release. "Show me your pussy." "My pussy is so wet. If I pull my panties down I will have to stick my finger inside of me to make it stop leaking." "Please do it," I begged. She smiled at me and, lifting her ass off the seat, pulled her skirt up to her smooth belly exposing a pink thong. It was so tiny it barely covered her slit. She daintily took hold of the side strings and slid it across her tan hips, down across her muscular thighs and calves, letting it fall to her ankles. "Look, see how wet I am?" she pouted as she opened her legs to display her shinny vagina. The mound of her pussy was shaved except for a little triangle of brown hair and her labia was large and fleshy. She took hold of the loose flesh and pulled at it, stretching it to reveal her pink hole. It looked at me like a round mouth, beckoning me to enter. Her white fluid was beginning to leak from her. "Take your cock out and show me what I could put in my pussy hole." My hand were shaking as I struggled with my zipper in a sitting position. Even then I feared catching my own flesh in the jagged teeth of the metal. Finally down, I pulled out my hard cock. It pained me being so full of blood. "Your cock is so big," she whimpered. "I don't know if it would fit in my tight little hole. Maybe I should get it ready for you." While she squeezed and flopped a tit around with one hand she placed a finger tip on the hood of her clit and stroked it. As she rubbed and rolled it, the hidden organ emerged from it's hiding place and showed itself. It became huge in a matter of seconds and the woman started to moan. Placing her thumb against it, that same finger now approached her hole entrance and slide in right up to her knuckle. Out it came and another was added and then a third. My hand was sliding up and down my meat without my knowledge. If it hadn't been for the jolt of cum I felt build in my scrotum I would have continued but I caught myself and slowed down my movements. The head of my cock was purple and I spit on it for lubrication as my fingers slid across the corona. The woman now lifted her leg closest to the door, placing her high heeled shoe on the seat. This gave me a commanding view of her pussy and pumping fingers. Her long tan leg quivered as her hand gyrations shook her entire luscious body. "Let's cum together." she hissed as her face showed the pain of an orgasm, building up. I didn't need a lot of persuasion as I watched her go into action. She took hold of her right nipple again with her right hand and pulled her tit away from her body a good eight inches. I could see the flesh stretch, thinking it could tear. Her fingers held the nipple so tight it would make a person scream in pain, but this female seemed to need the pain. Her fingers continued to plow into her and smacking wet sounds emitted from her vault. She began to grunt now. "Get ready, you bastard. You want to fuck me? Let me see you shoot your load. I'm cum-m-m-m-ing. Come on!." Now I was stroking fast and hard. Watching this woman abuse her tender body. Looking at the fantastic things she was doing to herself. Knowing this stranger was tormenting her pussy in front of me. Hearing her moans and the wet sounds of her body. Feeling my cum racing to explode........................... "NOW YOU BITCH!", I screamed. "FUCKIN' NOW!" My load erupted from my prick's opening and flew against the windshield. The second tremor hit the steering wheel and the third and strong finale snaked onto my pant leg. "Oh fuck, that was great, baby." I said. I laid my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes. I couldn't believe the sights I just witnessed and the woman who gave them to me. I felt tired and kept my eyes closed. I really felt exhausted and thought I could enjoy resting for a moment. I just didn't want to fall asleep on this beautiful woman sitting beside me, but maybe just a tiny nap. TAP. TAP. TAP. "What the hell is that sound," I thought. Maybe she was getting dressed. "Hello." TAP. TAP. TAP. As I opened my eyes I felt the sunlight burn them. Everything I looked at was a shadow. "Hello in there." TAP. TAP. "Okay. I'm awake," I thought. This broad was starting to piss me off. One minute we're jerking off together and the next she is being a pain in the ass. I blink my eyes and now they come into focus. I look around and see that my passenger is gone. "Where the fuck did she go to so fast?" I thought. TAP. TAP. I turned my head to the left and looked at the window. The sunlight was creating a halo around the head of a woman. I rolled the window down and as she came closer to me I saw that it was the woman from the store. I couldn't figure how she got out of the truck without me knowing it. She leaned on the doorsill and smiled. "I was wondering if you could give me directions?" she said, then looking down, saw my hand holding my limp cock with cum smeared across my pant leg. "Oh my!" she laughed. Mystery Woman There's no reason to give a complete background of my life or describe everything about me to relate my tale. The only salient facts are: that I spent my life until I was twenty six having women chase me because they saw desirable qualities in me that I'm not sure are really there; I am college educated; and I have a good job in the marketing department of a Fortune 500 company. Because I was chased a lot, I was sexually experienced, and had had relationships ranging from one night to five months with more than two dozen women. No one really floated my boat, however, and I had yet to seriously consider marriage. That changed a few days after my twenty sixth birthday. I was lounging around the pool of the nice high-rise apartment complex that I lived in, talking to a young married couple (Jill and Wyatt) who were friends of mine from social gatherings at the complex, when a woman emerged from the water in front of me, and then strolled toward the diving board. I had never seen her before. She was big, blond, buxom, beautiful, and muscular. I apparently stopped some story that I was telling Jill in mid-sentence and I must have become gap-jawed because by the time that the blond got to the high-dive Jill was waving her hand in my face giggling "Earth to Brian, come in," and Wyatt was laughing his ass off. "Oh, sorry, Jill," I said with a good deal of embarrassment, "where was I?" "You were in another dimension staring at that woman's tits and ass, dipshit," Wyatt "charitably" snickered. "Can't say that I blame you," Jill whistled. "Wyatt would have had the same reaction if I wasn't around to go upside his head if he did." After the blond did a perfect jackknife dive off of the high board, I tried my best to snap out of it. When I remained mute for a time period longer despite hearing buzzing in the background - obviously Jill and Wyatt talking - while still staring at the blond as she again exited the pool on the side opposite me, I was suddenly pulled to my feet. Jill and Wyatt each had an arm and before I could stop them they had thrown me into the water; I did a somewhat painful belly-flop. When I lifted my now sunglasses-free head out of the water, I looked toward the opposite side of the pool and saw that the blond and several other people were chuckling. "At least she had to notice me," I said to myself before diving under the water to retrieve my Oakleys. Always being clever in getting introductions to people, I turned my embarrassment into an opportunity. I first shook the water off of me onto my grinning tormentors, and then sauntered over to the other side of the pool. I kiddingly asked the closest person there that I had seen smiling "Say...what's your name?" "Ben," he chuckled. "Say Ben, can I get you to be a witness in my lawsuit against Jill and Wyatt for humiliating me and washing off the sunblock that I just applied?" After we joked for a while I moved along in the same manner to other "witnesses," most of whom jokingly said that I probably had it coming. The blond was the fourth person. "Hi, I'm Brian McCarthy; and you are...?" I said extending my hand. "Eve Jensen," she replied with a glint in her eye and a smile on her face as she shook my hand with a firm grip. "Well, Eve, I hope that you'll be more sympathetic than the last two witnesses and will help me in my lawsuit against my former best friends," I chuckled. "Oh, Brian, I'd like to help," she snickered, "but all my court dates for the year are filled up; but I will bring a squirt gun with me next time I come to the pool so that you can retaliate." "Thanks," I said, preparing to sit next to her to chat with her while trying my best not to stare at the massive tits almost bursting out of her bikini top, or her sculptured thighs. However, the older couple to her left started talking to me and by the time that I was able to disengage from them Eve had dried off and walked away. To make a long story short, I tried to find out as much about Eve as I could over the next several months. With luck that I probably didn't deserve, when she was in town - she traveled a lot on business - she worked in the building right across the street from mine for a company called EIT, Inc. However, all that I could find out about that company was that they did "business consulting" of some sort. They didn't even have a website - unheard of in the twenty first century! After three or four months of just saying Hi, or exchanging a few pleasantries, with Eve whenever I saw her, I got lucky. She was outside our apartment complex early one weekday obviously waiting for something. "Hi, Eve - you look anxious," I chirped. "Hi, Brian. The cab to take me to the airport for an impromptu trip I learned about forty five minutes ago isn't here, and I'm going to be late," she replied. "I'm happy to give you a ride, I'm going there to pick up a new hire," I lied. "Really - thanks," she said. She quickly picked up her suitcase - no roller bag for her - and walked so fast away from the apartment house that I had to hustle to keep up with her. We had a very friendly chat during the twenty five minute drive to the airport, although she rarely answered any personal questions directly, and was vague about the reason for her trip. Things were even more curious when she had me drop her off at the private jet terminal rather than a commercial one. "Thanks so much, Brian, you really saved me," she said with a big smile as she exited my car. I couldn't help myself as I watched her ass wiggle the entire thirty yards or so before she reached the front door to the terminal. After the trip to the airport Eve and I talked whenever we saw each other. It was another month, however, before I had the nerve to ask her out on a date - lack of nerve had never, ever, been a factor in my life before, since - as I said - I was normally the one pursued. When I asked her out the first time she said "Sorry, can't make it," then changed the subject. She was the first girl/woman in my life that I had asked out who couldn't make it who didn't say "I hope that we can do it another time," or something to that effect. This really shook me. However, if I hadn't already fallen in love with her - it sure was a different feeling than I had with any other woman - I was damn close. So I asked her a second time, and a third time, with the same response each time; this was despite the fact that I thought that she enjoyed my company. Finally, at a complex pool party, after she had consumed a few cups of punch that was insidiously laced with grain alcohol, I confronted her directly. "Say, Eve. I've got to say that I really like you and would love to go on a date with you but you always turn me down. I'm a big boy with thick skin so if there is something about me that you dislike, let me know and I'll stop asking. But unless you tell me 'Shove off and don't ask again,' I'm going to keep pestering you." She looked me straight in the eye. Her speech was slightly slurred, but she was still totally aware. "I think that you're a great guy and cute too, Brian. However, given my job I'm not sure that a long term relationship with you or anyone else is in the cards, and I don't want to lead you on - because I do sense that you have real feelings for me." "So in other words if I required only a casual relationship, you'd go out with me?" I queried. "Sure - I get horny just like anyone else. I just don't want to lead you on because my job comes first and it's not one that most guys in a relationship would embrace," she replied. "You're not a call girl, are you?" I asked, quite stunned. "Hell no, but thanks for asking," she said, and then broke out laughing. We had our first date the next day - a Sunday. We went to a play, then a stroll along the river, and stopped for ice cream. I had a great time - and she seemed to too. When we got back to our apartment building she got this diabolical look in her eyes and said "You are going to invite me in for a nightcap, aren't you? - even though I never drink before a workday." "Sure - would you like to come to my apartment for a nightcap?" I grinned. "I thought that you'd never ask," she giggled. We had no sooner closed the door to my apartment when Eve was on me. She had my rock hard cock in her hand within twenty seconds of the lock "click" and I had my hands on her massive boobs and my lips on hers seconds after that. We never stopped mauling each other while we undressed, but eventually ended up on the couch in my living room. Her naked body was beyond exquisite. Her tits were not only colossal, they were gorgeous. She had puffy nipples - I LOVE puffy nipples. Her tits were the nicest that I had ever seen, not just live, but on any screen or in any magazine. Her pussy lips were very conspicuous, and glistening with her moisture. Her clit looked like a little dick it was so prominent, and her landing strip of the same color blond as on her head was like a directional area pointing to her honey pot. I love to eat pussy, and quickly concluded that this was the nicest pussy that I had ever eaten after the first half-dozen slurps. By tonguing or fingering her entire crotch, while periodically stroking a thigh or pinching a nipple, I had her climaxing in record time. After she orgasmed the third time she mumbled "Time to fuck - sit on the couch." I quickly obeyed. Facing away from me she lowered her sopping wet pussy onto my upright cock; each inch that disappeared sent an electric charge through my spine to my brain. She leaned back into me, I grabbed those glorious orbs on her chest, and she fondled my balls, as we bounced our crotches up and down. We were in sync for a while, but were both so energized that that didn't last for long. Soon we were wildly moving most parts of our body until I blew an enormous wad into her pulsating cunt, triggering her fourth orgasm. We eventually made it to my bed, although I was close to delirious and she seemed to be too. She sucked my cock in the middle of the night, I moved her into doggy position, and fucked her harder - and she fucked back harder - than any other time in my life. After another almost simultaneous, earth-moving, toe-curling, set of orgasms, we more passed out than feel asleep. When I awoke the next morning, she was gone. There was a note with a smiling stick figure that said "Thanks. Sorry, I'll be gone for three days. How about pizza on Friday?" The sexual experience with Eve was beyond my expectations. It was so much better than any other in my life that it was almost like my first sex ever. The woman was fun, passionate, sultry, smart...; shit, she had almost every desirable quality that a woman could have, except for candor about her job. I had never been in love before, but this sure seemed like it! Things with Eve were great - up to a point - for the next six months. We went out every weekend that she was in town, and sometimes had dinner together on weeknights. Ninety percent of the time that we were together we ended up fucking, and shockingly it got even better once we got used to each other. I had absolutely no interest in any other woman despite getting hit upon almost daily, and there was no indication that she wasn't satisfied with me alone. I did get to find out some personal information about her, mostly by interrogating her after a mind-blowing fuck on a weekend night. She graduated college cum laude with a degree in criminal psychology. Her father was killed in the 9-11 tragedy at the Pentagon, which caused her mother - never stable to begin with and very dependent on her father - to waste away and eventually commit suicide. She had no close relatives. She was extremely patriotic, and devoted to making the Western World safer - through the work that she did. How her work made the world safer was never explained, however. As a general rule she was kind and considerate of others, but got her dander up if anyone said anything against the good ole USA. There were so many mysterious things about her that I did not evaluate to the extent that I should have when the air of mystery about her that I was previously oblivious to because of my love for her shockingly jumped to the forefront. We were walking to my car in the middle of the city about eleven o'clock one Friday night. Two thugs approached us to mug us. One pointed a gun at us as the second approached me and started to rifle through my pockets, scaring the shit out of me. I had tried to move Eve behind me with my right arm to shield her, but instead she moved slightly in front of me. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a quick movement. Eve had turned the gun toward the first thug, and a split second later it went off, sending a bullet into the thug's chest. I thought that my reaction in swinging at the second thug with my left hand was fast, but Eve had kicked him in the balls before my fist hit his face. She then proceeded to smash him on the end of his nose with the butt of her palm and he hit the ground like a falling tree, and his head bounced off the concrete. I was frantic; she was as calm as could be. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed 9-1-1. After giving our location but not her name she disconnected the call. "WOW - you were incredible," I gushed. "Where did you learn that?" "Whatever," she chuckled, and then continued. "Listen, Brian; there is something very important that you have to do for me when the cops come, OK?" "Uh, sure, Eve," I mumbled. "You have to call me Lisa Wilson, not Eve Jensen. I'm going to be giving the cops identification that says 'Lisa Wilson,' so you need to back that up," she said seriously. "What - what for?" I inquired, as puzzled as I have ever been. "Please, Brian - it's important even though I can't tell you why." "Uh, OK, I guess - but what if they ask questions about your life?" "You can tell them everything that you know, except my name; OK?" she said with a big smile while holding my hands and then placing a quick kiss on my lips. "OK..." I said - I mean what could I say? Eve walked a short distance away from me and made another call - which I couldn't overhear since the gunshot had attracted some attention and a crowd was gathering and murmuring. The cops were there quickly. I saw Eve give them a passport and a work photo ID, both of which apparently had the name "Lisa Wilson" on them. The cops took us to the station and interviewed us separately. The guy with the gun was dead, and the other thug was in critical condition - his brain had really been scrambled by Eve's blow. I told the cops the complete truth - except for Eve's name - and since I have the ability to read upside down I was quite sure that some of the papers that they had in front of them while they were interviewing me were the miscreants' long rap sheets. In a relatively short period of time - at least compared to what I've seen in movies or heard about on TV - a captain came into the interrogation room and said "Mr. McCarthy can go." I could tell that the interrogating cops wanted to ask me more questions, but that it would be futile after what the captain just said. "Don't leave town, though," one of the plain clothes detectives said. The captain gave him a dirty look and said "Actually, you can go wherever you want to Mr. McCarthy, you're complete free." "Is Lisa around?" I asked. "She's waiting by the front door," the captain responded. When I saw Eve I got a big smile from her, gave her a quick kiss, and asked "Are you completely exonerated and free to go too?" "Why wouldn't I be?" she snickered. "We didn't do anything wrong." "How do we get back to my car?" I asked. "A friend from work is in front - he'll drive us there," she replied as we walked out the door. A black sedan was waiting. She introduced me to the driver, "Bob Jones" (not too obvious an alias), and with only time for minor chit-chat we were at my car. When I tried to talk about the incident when we got to my apartment, as Eve disrobed she put a finger over my lips and said "No talk; just sex," and then proceeded to fuck my brains out. In hindsight, the goings-on that Friday night should have made me very wary, but I was blinded by love. I was only interested in figuring out how to get Eve to marry me - and when we could next fuck - and didn't logically think it out. There were at least half a dozen strange incidents over the next nine months - although nothing as dramatic as that Friday night - but I shrugged all of them off. I was on a quest to get Eve to marry me and I proposed to her at least half a dozen times. The answer was always the same. "Brian, I have real feelings for you in addition to lusting after you. However, believe me, my job is NOT one that is conducive to marriage, and eventually you'd end up dissatisfied." Each time I'd confirm that she wasn't a call girl, and each time she would refuse to say anything more. About fifteen months after our first sexual experience, I was completely frustrated. Never having had to pursue a woman before, and never having been in love before, I was totally flummoxed. I finally decided that it was time to shit or get off the pot. On a Saturday night after she had been gone on business for the previous five days, I pulled out all stops in wining, dining, and dancing with Eve. When we got to my apartment - we still kept separate apartments even though we slept together most nights that she was in town - as part of my plan I did my best to please her sexually. After enthusiastically eating Eve to two orgasms, I pulled out and lubricated a thin vibrator. As I was mauling a tit with my left hand, and still tonguing her clit, I slowly introduced the vibrator into her asshole. She flinched at first but when I assured her that it would be awesome she relaxed - she completely trusted me. Once, except for the controls, the vibrator was ensconced in her asshole I turned her on her hands and knees in the doggy position, and started to insert my rock hard cock. Normally her pussy is snug; with the vibrator in her asshole her pussy was so tight that it took many thrusts and much pressure before I was buried. Once I was buried she was already in an almost incessant orgasmic state before I even started pumping. Once I did she let out a continuous loud groan, interrupted by chirps. I was ready to cum quickly - but before I did I turned the vibrator on "low." Her pussy muscles started spasming, her body started convulsing, and I blew my load within seconds of the vibrator being turned on. I slowly pulled the vibrator out of her asshole once I had discharged my complete load, and when both it and my cock were removed from her orifices she collapsed into a sweaty, happy, moaning, pile of protoplasm. When Eve finally recovered I proceeded to hit her with my marriage ultimatum. After I pried her eyelid open I got a big smile from her. "That was all-time stud. But we can never do that on a night before I have to work - I'd be worthless the next day." "Uh - Eve; that's what I need to talk to you about." "What do you mean?" "I need a commitment from you. I love you so much that it hurts - but I need to know that you'll be in my life in the future. I need you to accept my marriage proposal." After a long pause during which Eve suddenly became wide awake she stared at me with her intense azure eyes. Then she gently said "Brian, honey; we've been over this before..." I cut her off. "Eve - this time it's different. I...uh...well...if we don't get married I'm breaking off contact with you. I'd rather suffer the pain now than after I'm even more in love with you, since I seem to actually love you more every day." After another long pause, with her eyes burning a hole in my head, she resignedly said "You're serious, aren't you?" Mystery Woman "Yes Eve, I am." "I'll be back Friday night and give you my answer then," she said while she got up and started getting dressed. "Is that acceptable?" she asked, with a real edge. I just nodded, and watched her until her beautiful round ass disappeared from the bedroom. The front door slammed shortly afterward. The next week may have been the longest of my life. When Eve is traveling normally about every other day she sends me an email - she never calls on the phone. This time I didn't hear from her at all. I had resigned myself to having to start over, sure that I would never find anyone else like Eve, when she arrived at my apartment on Friday night. She entered using her key. Her body language was tough to read. "I'm pissed at you for giving me an ultimatum, Brian," were her first discouraging words. The next were much better. "I am truly in love with you though - I just can't understand why you don't believe me when I say that given that my very unusual job comes first you still want a marriage." "OK; let me both ask some questions, and explain," I said, holding her hands. She nodded. "You're not a call girl, right?" I rhetorically asked, for the fifth time. "Right." "Your job helps the U S Government, right?" "Right." "You're not going to be doing the job forever, right?" "I will be for at least another eight to ten years, though," she hesitantly replied. "Are you interested in sex with anyone else?" "No - you satisfy me completely." "Do you love me?" "Yes - lots." "Then please, Eve, marry me." "If you get down on one knee, I will," she replied with a mischievous smile. However she continued with the ominous serious statement, "But don't say that I didn't warn you that if I have to choose between my job and being married my job will prevail." That caused me to gulp hard. Nevertheless, I got down on one knee, we got married in a simple ceremony, we both gave up our apartments but rented a larger one in the same complex, and I was happy. ***************** Married life started out great - except for Eve's extended business trips, which sometimes came up on the spur of the moment. It was a little disconcerting that we could never talk substantively about where she was going or what she was doing, and several times I challenged her and asked if she was really working for the CIA. "No, darling," she would always patiently reply. "I work for EIT, Inc. It's a private company. We have some contracts with the government, but I do NOT work for the CIA. I wish that I could tell you more, but even though I think that it's ridiculous, some of the things are Top Secret and on a need-to-know basis." There were a few blips here and there. Sometimes when she returned from a trip there were marks on her boobs or ass, but she explained them as resulting from physical confrontations, and she never tried to hide them from me. Of course after watching her handle the two muggers, I was predisposed to believe that she occasionally got into fights. I was worried for her safety, but she was not. After we had been married for three years, and had moved into a house, an enormous safe showed up one weekend. "I need to keep some sensitive materials in it, darling - and I won't be able to let you know the combination or have a key," she said while stroking the side of my face as it was being installed. It required the floor of our den to be reinforced including by several I-beams in the basement, to which the safe was attached by prison screws (the head breaks off when you tighten them so they can't be removed except with a torch). About six months after the safe had been installed, Eve had been promised a completely hassle-free weekend by her employer, EIT. We celebrated at a dance club Friday night, went to a ball game Saturday during the day, a play that night, and then had an incredible sex session. After doing the Wheelbarrow, for an encore I used the butt vibrator on her when I fucked her. We could only use that technique when she was sure that she didn't have to work the next day, because it wiped her out. Me too, but she had all of her nerve endings fried and was convinced that she couldn't handle difficult situations for twenty four hours afterward. Our deep slumber cuddling with each other after our fuck fest was rudely interrupted by her secure cellphone going off. She was required to have it on at all times, and like many people had different ringtones for people who regularly called her. This was the obnoxious office ringtone. "Oh shit," she moaned as reached over me to the nightstand, trying to locate the offending object. After dropping it once and rolling her naked body over me, she fell onto the floor and answered it. Of course I just heard her end of the conversation until she went into the bathroom, closed the door, and turned on the water so that I couldn't hear anything else. What I did get was: "What the fuck - why are you calling me, it's 4:30 in the morning...I'm supposed to have the whole weekend off...Why in the hell can't Barb..." That's all that I got. I didn't need to hear more to know that our fabulous weekend was coming to an end, and that I would not be getting a wonderful morning blowjob or fuck. After a couple of minutes the water at the sink was turned off, but I heard the shower running. Eve returned from the bathroom a few minutes after the shower stopped. She was equal parts pissed and apologetic. "I'm so sorry, Hon; those bastards at work need me to come it right away," she said as she picked up the "Go Bag" that she always had ready, and added a few things to it. "What happened," I was able to hoarsely get out, still not fully awake despite the activity of the last fifteen minutes or so. "Barb was supposed to handle things this weekend, but she got in some sort of an accident and we're at a critical juncture with a project so I have to go right away," she resignedly said. As she clicked her suitcase closed and locked it, she sat on the bed next to me, gave me a passionate kiss, and then said "I promise to make it up to you - and don't give my spot away. I hope to be gone no more than three days." "OK," I mumbled out loud, and "Shit, three days more away from me?" to myself. "Safe travel," I called to her as she exited the room. I heard her bustling a little in the den, then the front door opened and closed, and off she went. I peeked out the window in time to see her entering the back seat of one of the EIT black sedans which likely was driving her to the private jet terminal at the airport. I was so wiped out from the previous night's sexual gymnastics and the long day that preceded it that I got back to sleep despite my angst at having my tranquility destroyed - not to mention the possibility of a delicious fuck or blowjob. I finally dragged my ass out of bed about 9:30 a. m. I got dressed in casual clothes, made some breakfast, got the morning paper from the end of the driveway, and went into the den to read it. When I sat in my wheeled chair I happened to bump into the massive safe. The door popped open slightly. Obviously, in her sexually-induced stupor at 5:00 a. m., Eve had not - for the first time ever - properly closed up the safe. It required both a combination and key, and the key was still in the lock and obviously she had not twirled the combination dial. I chuckled to myself, intending to close it right up, twirl the dial, and put the key in her desk (I didn't know where she normally kept it) and then rib her when she got home about not being able to protect national secrets. That plan became moot, however, when as I rose from my chair it again banged against the safe, and a photo fell out. The photo was of my wife, completely naked, sticking one of her enormous, succulent, nipples into the face of a Middle Eastern-looking guy whose arms looked cuffed to his body. As I picked both the photograph and my jaw off of the floor, a chill went up my spine. Even though I knew that what was in the safe was Top Secret, there was no way that I could not investigate further. I was compelled to find out what the hell the photo depicted - to try and find some sort of explanation, or at least context. I saw that the photo had fallen out of a 10 x 13 inch envelope with security markings on it that obviously Eve had taken something out of and not closed up properly. I removed the envelope from the safe and, shaking, collapsed onto the chair and opened it up completely. As I perused the contents of the envelope, I vacillated between sick, irritated, sad, deflated, and angry - but through it all I was mesmerized. The envelope contained the basic background of the most fascinating terrorist interrogation technique that I had ever heard of, some parts in very technical terms using psychologists' jargon, other times using laymen's language. It all started with what "EIT, Inc." was an acronym for: "Enhanced Interrogation Techniques, Inc." The whole philosophy of EIT's approach was that for many detainees that they called "targets" - mostly known or suspected terrorists - waterboarding or other torture was only marginally effective. Usually during torture the target told the interrogator whatever he thought the interrogator wanted to hear, so the information had only a 5-10% probability of being accurate. EIT took a different approach. While EIT's operatives kept the targets uncomfortable, they never physically abused them but instead played with their minds. While they used a variety of approaches, the one of interest to me was called NFPW - Naked Female Psychological Warfare. As far as I could tell, Eve - who was never referred to by name, but only as "Agent White" - was one of three female interrogators who employed the NFPW technique. All were psychology majors in college, and had gotten CIA and DIA training after graduation, although they were never technically employed by the U S Government. For situations where the NFPW technique was deemed to likely be effective, the target was restrained in a room with only two chairs in it. The "Agent" casually stripped in front of the target during initial low-key interrogation, and depending upon the reaction of the target used her provocative nakedness as either a carrot or a stick to entice answers. How was it used as a stick? Some targets - supposedly for religious reasons - were completely embarrassed by the Agent's nakedness, especially if she made provocative comments. Under those circumstanced the target promised to talk if the Agent agreed to dress. For the carrot approach, if results were favorable, tit sucking by the target, or sometimes even a little pussy rubbing, was allowed. Most targets were mesmerized by Eve's big tights, blond hair, and prominent clit, and completely opened up under her skillful questioning. Apparently the Agents practicing NFPW were good at their job. The three of them obtained what checked out to be worthwhile intelligence 80-90% of the time. Not surprising to me, Eve was the best. The envelope certainly explained Eve's travel. The interrogations were rarely conducted in the United States. Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, Saudi Arabia, and Italy, of all places, seemed to be the most common venues. Emotionally drained, I finally put all of the photos, reports, and analyses, back into the envelope, put it in the safe, closed the safe door, spun the dial, and removed the key and put it in Eve's desk. With the benefit of hindsight, what I should have done is just tell Eve that although the safe was locked that the key was in the door when I got up and that I put it in her desk; and then let it drop. I could have secretly sought professional help if I could not deal with what I had found out. After all, Eve had warned me several times that I wouldn't like what she did if I found out about it, and that her behavior indicated training that the average woman wouldn't have; but I had pushed ahead with love blinders on. Instead of just dropping it, what I did do was confront Eve when she returned from her impromptu trip. After I gave her a frosty hug and saw the puzzlement in her eyes I said "You left the safe open in your rush to get out Sunday, and some very revealing things fell out of it." "What?" she said completely startled. "You let terrorist suck your tits and finger you - what kind of a fucking job is that?" I angrily blurted out. Her surprise was instantly replaced by her own anger. "Let me give you a real piece of advice, asshole. Don't ever, ever, ever tell anyone what you saw in that safe otherwise you will be prosecuted for expropriation of top secret material, if not treason. Plus I told you before you begged me to marry you that you wouldn't like what I did on my job, and now that you find out you complain? Fuck you!" With that she turned and stormed out the door. I was pissed and miffed at how strong her reaction was. Then I remembered back to when I did beg her to marry me, when she told me that if it ever came to a choice between me and her job that I'd lose. That sent another shiver down my spine. Saturday I swallowed my pride and tried to call her cell phone. It had been disconnected. I never saw her the entire weekend, and was feeling really shitty when I straggled into work on Monday. That afternoon I was served with divorce papers citing irreconcilable differences. I called her attorney and asked for a meeting. I was told in a cold, unfeeling manner, that there would be no meeting. When I got home from work on Monday not only were all of her possessions gone but so was the safe - there was only a hole in the floor where it used to be. There were mysterious forces that I couldn't understand or resist working behind the scenes because the attorney that I hired was powerless to prevent the Court from sealing the record of our divorce (unspecified national security implications), and pressuring me to settle with a 50-50 split of assets. The judge himself made it clear that I fought the divorce I would be responsible for both parties' attorney fees and that my split would be lower. I had no choice but to settle. I never did see Eve, even at the final hearing granting dissolution of the marriage, which was concluded in record time. **************** After my divorce was final, if I wasn't clinically depressed, I was close to it. I found that, harking back to my pre-marriage days, I was pursued by a number of women. That resulted in a series of meaningless one-night stands because once a woman found out that I was damaged goods, her pursuit stopped. I finally went to see a shrink and got my act basically together about a year after my divorce, although I didn't get the same joy out of life as I did when I was married. It was about four years after my divorce was final when Wyatt and Jill - I was still friends with them from our apartment complex days - invited me to go to a dance hall with them. I was single at the time, having just concluded one of three five or six month long relationships since I had gotten my act basically together. At first I was reluctant to go, feeling like a fifth wheel, but Jill insisted. "Maybe you'll meet the girl of your dreams there," she chuckled. "I already did and let her get away," I deadpanned. She punched me in the arm and said "Hope burns eternal in the human bosom, so no more Debby Downer bullshit; you're coming with us." So I went with them. The dancehall was quite a lively place, and there were a few single women there that were pleasant. I had had a half dozen energetic dances with four different partners when I was sitting at a table with Jill and Wyatt and a slow song started. Jill insisted that I dance with her, and Wyatt grinned his approval. A minute into the song a buxom brunette tapped Jill on the shoulder and asked "May I cut in?" "Sure," Jill replied with a diabolical smile and then quickly exited. Before I got a really good look at her face the buxom brunette said "Hi; my name's Amber Brighton," as she plastered herself against my chest with her head resting on my shoulder. "I'm Brian McCarthy," I introduced myself without seeing her face. "I know," was her terse response. There was something familiar about her. "I've just started a new job in the HR department of a local office of a Fortune 500 company," she whispered as we danced. "I'm looking for a relationship with someone where absolutely nothing about the past is ever even acknowledged, let alone discussed. You interested?" "Wow, you're direct, aren't you?" I chuckled. "How do you know that I'm decent relationship material, though?" "Jill vouches for you. Plus, looking at you I'm sure that you're an awesome fuck, especially if you put a vibrator up my ass." I froze on the dance floor, and moved Samantha arm's length away from me. It was Eve, with dyed brown hair, a few wrinkles on her face, but otherwise just as beautiful as she was four years ago; in fact there was something about the interplay of her azure eyes and her new hair color that made her even more intriguing. I don't know how long I just stood there speechless and gap-jawed, staring at Eve/Samantha while she had what I could only describe as a bemused grin on her face. Finally, she pulled me tight to her, again pressed her big boobs against my chest, and put her head back on my shoulder. "I think that you'll find me your best ever in bed," she mumbled, "if you're agreeable to a start from scratch relationship." My mind was in turmoil, but there was one thing for sure. I was NOT going to blow this opportunity. "You talk a good game," I snickered; "are you willing to back it up tonight?" She pushed away from me slightly. "Try me," she laughed, and then led me by the hand back to where Jill and Wyatt were sitting with shit-eating grins on their faces, obviously part of a setup. "I'll be taking Brian home with me," Eve/Samantha chuckled as we passed Jill and Wyatt. "Have fun, Samantha and Brian," Jill chortled while Wyatt just grinned. ************** Samantha and I did start from scratch. We never did even mention our previous relationship, and now that Samantha no longer worked for EIT, Inc., and no longer traveled on business, there were no lingering issues. By keeping my mouth shut about the past I get to use all of Samantha's holes whenever I want, and am truly in love and happy again. We got married (we did not consider it a re-marriage) within a year of when we danced, and celebrated our nuptials with a week-long fuck fest in Aruba. Mystery Woman in Vietnam Chelsea lay in her bed, mindlessly rubbing her clit through her panties. Her mind was somewhere between sleep and the sexy Vietnamese woman cleaning her mothers apartment. Chelsea spoke no Vietnamese, so conversation went no where when she attempted to communicate, but there was a recognized attraction between the two strangers that was made clear by the look of lust Chelsea received when she walked through the door. The first thing Chelsea had noticed about the woman was her slender body with surprisingly defined curves. Chelsea guessed the woman's cub size was on the larger side of a cup, and the idea of feeling their soft warmth in her hands excited Chelsea. She flicked her clit at the thought of the beautiful woman's nipples in her mouth as she gently sucked on them, teasing them with her tongue. Getting more excited, Chelsea grabbed her vibrator from the drawer, quickly removing her already moist thong and replacing it again with her fingers. Chelsea began stroking her warm pussy with her fingers, then ran the head of her vibrator along her swelling pussy lips. Switching the machine on, Chelsea began to massage her clit and slipped the vibrator into her wet, ready womanhood. As Chelsea began to move the vibrator slowly in and out, she tried to keep her noise level to a minimum. Her breath quickened simultaneously with her stroke, and she let out a soft moan. Eyes closed, Chelsea began to lose herself in her fantasy. Not hearing the door open, she was surprised when she felt a soft touch on her inner thigh. Opening her eyes, Chelsea looked down at beautiful, eager eyes. With no words needed, the woman removed Chelsea's vibrator and replaced it with warm fingers. The woman moved up to quickly kiss Chelsea's soft, plump lips, as if seeking permission. Chelsea responded with a passionate yes, their tongues dancing slowly and gently. The Vietnamese goddess began to pull away, and Chelsea desperately sucked on her lip, begging her not to stop. With a quick peck the woman moved her lips down to Chelsea's neck, across her collarbone. The woman slowly worked her way down to Chelsea's erect nipples, kissing and licking her soft skin. Her fingers had slowed, and the woman slowly caressed Chelsea between her thighs. Focused on the fingers, Chelsea jumped in surprise and pleasure when the woman gave her nipple a little nibble, and Chelsea's attention was quickly brought back up to the Vietnamese mouth that was providing such sensuous heaven. The woman began to kiss her way down Chelsea's stomach. She licked and sucked her way down Chelsea's sides, then moved back up and blew on the warm wet spots she had left, sending chills down Chelsea's back. She kissed a line along Chelsea's hip bones, teasing Chelsea in a way only an experienced lover knows how to. The woman kissed further down, along Chelsea's inner thighs. Again, she surprised Chelsea with a sensual bite, causing Chelsea to squeal. Finally the sexy woman began kissing and licking Chelsea's lips, still teasing but getting closer to the hot sex that was awaiting her mouth's attention. The woman then separated Chelsea's lips and slowly licked up and down her dripping pussy. She continued this a few times, every now and then flicking her tongue over Chelsea's swollen clit. The Vietnamese beauty then thrust her tongue deep into Chelsea's pussy, her nose hitting her clit. Chelsea weaved her fingers into the woman's soft, thick hair, signaling how much she loved the feeling of her warm tongue inside her pussy. The woman fucked Chelsea with her tongue until Chelsea thought she might explode, and then just as quickly as she started, she removed her tongue and began slowly licking up and down Chelsea's pussy again. Chelsea moaned in frustration, and pulled the woman's head in closer between her thighs, as if begging the woman not to stop. The woman responded by sucking Chelsea's clit into her mouth and violently flicking her tongue across it, faster than Chelsea thought possible. Again, just as Chelsea thought she might explode the woman stopped what she was doing, and resumed stroking Chelsea's womanhood with her tongue. This time more desperately, Chelsea directed the woman's mouth back to her clit, but the woman only fought harder not to give her what she wanted. The woman began slowly licking Chelsea's clit. Chelsea closed her eyes and began slowly gyrating against the woman's face. Without opening her eyes, Chelsea heard the familiar noise of her vibrator, and seconds later felt it being gently pushed into her pussy. Chelsea gripped the woman's head, holding on to her hair so that she wouldn't stop. As she got closer and closer to her orgasm, Chelsea began to grip her legs around the woman's head, holding her still, except for the thrusting of Chelsea's hips that she could not control. Chelsea came with a loud moan, pulling on the woman's hair as her pussy lips pulsated around the vibrator. As her breathing began to slow down and her grip on the woman's hair loosened, the woman removed the vibrator and stopped licking Chelsea's clit. In a daze, Chelsea lay there as the woman began steadily lapping up her juices, every now and then sucking in one of Chelsea's pussy lips and playing with them between her teeth. The woman then began kissing her way back up Chelsea's sensitive body, stopping briefly at her breasts to gently lick Chelsea's nipples, and then finally planting her soft lips on Chelsea's, who could taste herself in their kiss. Eyes closed, Chelsea tenderly kissed back. As Chelsea began to drift off, the woman vanished as swiftly as she had appeared, leaving Chelsea to wonder if she would ever see this beautiful mystery woman again.