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The Commuter

By: jusduit



Chapter One

The buxom Latina with long, dark red hair and penetrating dark eyes over bright red, lush lips, sat across from me in a facing seat. We were once again on the evening’s “Silver Snake,” the Long Island Railroad commuter train home to Long Island, from New York City. Another day was done, and another short evening was ahead. But my mind was once again not thinking of going home. It was solely interested in drinking in every glimpse I could get of that beautiful woman across from me. 

It was not the first time we sat this way. Commuters generally sit near a door they know will stop near their preferred spot on their respective home station platforms. They might do it to be closer to the stairs, or their car, or even the intersection they have to cross to walk home. In my case, it was for the latter of these reasons that I sat in the front of the train. 

I didn’t know why the Latina Woman chose that same car, nor why she chose to sit in one of the few pairs of facing seats, since most people prefer the traditional “pew” styled rows. Some preferred the additional legroom afforded by the seats having to be far enough apart to accommodate occupants without forcing their knees up against the next, or in this case facing seat. Others liked them because you could talk normally to the person across from you without having to turn your head, a position that get uncomfortable after a time. I liked the facing seats because I had more legroom, and to open my laptop to make the trip useful. Only here would the lid be able to sit back far enough to let me see it normally.

Most women don’t sit in these seats unless they are engaged in active conversation with others of their sex. Facing each other also makes it easier to converse with their hands and all the other gestures they are used to using. It is also more dramatic to lean in and answer or ask a more secret question.

The Latina Woman was an exception. I don’t recall ever having seen her speak to anyone. She always had a book or something else to read with her. She always sat in the window seat of the three seat row, facing the rear of the train. My own favorite seat was directly across from hers, and one seat toward the aisle. That two seat row was infamous for really only holding one person, for the door opening mechanism at that unfortunate location occupied several inches of the space normally allotted to passengers. Few if any would venture in there.

On this night, I became the exception. I was late to the station, due to last minute work at the office. The doors closed before I even sat down. When I went to sit in my usual place, happy to see my Latina Woman aboard for my viewing pleasure that evening, I found someone already sitting in my seat. The woman was big, very matronly, and with her cane up against the seat.

She was a pain in the neck. Hardly a trip goes by without this woman taking whatever went bad in her life out on the people around her. On the train, this fortunately meant mostly the conductor. But tonight, I decided in a heartbeat, I was going to tempt the wrath of the matronly one, and sit in “no man’s seat.” 

The facing seats forced people to interlace their knees. There simply wasn’t sufficient room otherwise. I looked at the matron’s stubby legs locked between the legs of a man across from her and knew I was going to have to step over. I also knew that the matron was not going to like that, but I was not to be denied the view of my Latina Woman. I offered an “Excuse me,” and stepped boldly over the obnoxious bitch.

“What are you doing?” She made as much movement and noise as she could to tell me just how inconvenienced I’d made her, and I was proud of my ability to ignore her as if she weren’t even there. I had said “Excuse me,” and that was all she was going to get. I got through and sat down, squished on one side by the matron, and the other by the box containing the door mechanism. We stared out of the station.

I had seen her many times, hardly able to miss her across from me, but also drawn by her exotic persona. I was curious about her life, what she liked to do, whom she might be found with, what she did with her spare time. My imagination would often run wild. 

Despising the waste of an hour each way each day on the train, I used my laptop on every ride, and wrote. I would often prepare for my business day, or sometimes write fantasy fiction, just for fun, or some erotica, just for release. On more than one occasion people would look at me with some trepidation as I had broken out in sudden laughter. On other occasions I would look around to see if anyone was noticing the hard on under my laptop.

Commuters were very private while on the train, though they often “spoke” in other ways. While silence or muffled speech on cell phones were the only non-train sounds one might hear on the ritualistic daily transport, this striking Latina Woman wore a wedding ring that spoke on one particular volume. Yet, if my eyes were not deceiving me these past couple years, she did return my gaze now and then, and there would appear a barely perceivable wrinkle in the corner of her mouth. Her left eye would also twitch, giving me some kind of sign, I was sure. But alas, each night I would avert my eyes when hers caught me looking, and I would return to my private world on the laptop. Such a coward I felt.

And with all this time spent on the train on my laptop writing, my Latina Woman often became the unwitting party to a story. My stories often involved characters from the train. With an hour each way to let one’s mind wander, there was no telling what wild and crazy things had been done or were being envisioned by the hundreds of commuters on any train at any give moment. What was she thinking right then, I asked myself as I gazed once again at her flowing red hair.

On this evening, early in the summer and still bright and sunny, I examined her further as we emerged from the tunnel under the East River, just as I had done many times in the past. I tried to surmise things about her, also as I had done countless times, on this occasion as indicated by her clothing. She always kept herself well, neat, coordinated, seasonally dressed and properly made up, given her metropolitan local. I was amazed each time I considered such things for I was taking great liberties with my assumptions, basing most of them on hunches alone, and the results often reddened my face in a warmth of guilt and fantasy. I wondered again how often she had seen me looking.

We must have traveled into the city at different times each day, for I only saw her on the evening train, the 5:54 out of Penn Station. Like most regular commuters, we usually sat in the same seats each night. It was indeed ritual. In addition to the practical reasons, there were others too, like the solace in seeing the same people around you, a subtle, comforting recognition during these post 9/11 days in Manhattan. Routine was welcomed, and the complaining by commuters about lack of air conditioning, late trains or even impolite conductors had all but disappeared, except of course for the matron beside me. It was as if for the time of the commute, we were all dependent on each other for our safety and well being. There was little communication, and yet a quiet understanding of mutual protection and safety. 

I fidgeted in my seat, day dreaming about what she might do in the city. Was she a secretary? No, too independent looking, too put together to settle for that. She would read each night, something from a book, or a news magazine or ladies journal. The news magazine was not secretarial behavior. Was she a business woman? Much more likely, though I seldom saw her with anything like work papers either. She could be a sales person, I supposed. She presents herself impeccably well, even on the train home at night. Why? I asked myself, why would she be so concerned with her looks at night?

If she were a sales woman, she might entertain business associates, but on Long Island? When she works in the City? This would not fit. Might she go to a second job? Somehow, the quality of her clothes was above the idea of someone struggling to make ends meet. Perhaps she went out when she got home each night. She wore a wedding ring with a large stone and perhaps her husband was also successful and they ate out every night to avoid coming home and preparing dinner.

I went on like this every night, trying creatively to figure her out. If someone asked, “Why don’t you just talk to her?” I would not have known how to answer. I have no problem speaking to strangers. If anything, I open my mouth far too often. Perhaps I didn’t want to bumble it with this precious gem of a woman. Or perhaps I was afraid that if I did talk to her, she might be friendlier than I desired and we would start something I couldn’t handle. It may even have been a combination of these and other reasons, though I doubted I could ever be sure.

Yet, this one night, after a particularly successful day at the office, and despite the people all around, I got up the courage to finally wink at her when she looked at me. Hey, I could always claim it was a twitch! To my own utter amazement, I instinctively followed my recognition of her with a smile. I suddenly realized I had broken a three year routine, or ice flow, and braced for whatever might follow.

She looked at me intensely, then askance to her left at other passengers close by. Apparently satisfied no one was watching, she surprised me and winked back, also with a smile. Frankly, I was shocked. Could this be? Moments later, she shifted in her seat. Her legs had been positioned in proper commuter fashion, hers between mine. Her tight skirt would never have allowed her to sit any other way. To my great surprise, and some embarrassment, she did however, spread her knees. Though it was not enough to alarm anyone nearby, the action pushed her knees up against mine, and spread her lower thighs at the hem of her skirt a good six inches apart.

She looked nonchalantly back at her obligatory paperback. I was now charged, rather than shocked, and shifted in my seat, causing my lower leg to slide up against hers, calf to calf. She looked up from the book, around again at our fellow, preoccupied passengers, and back at me. Fortunately, we were seated closest to the windows. Unbelievably, she lifted her knee, the one closest to the other passengers, and grasped her ankle with one hand and pulled it over her other knee. I could not miss the intent.

The view was as clear as it was intended to be. Her skirt hiked and rose sufficiently to let her thighs rise and spread. They were clad in dark hose, reaching only midway up her covered thighs, and topped by white flesh merging into red, lacey panties. The straps of a garter belt reached down from the still covered area above and clung tightly to the stockings. Her pussy lips were swollen and moist as attested to by the staining panties, pulled tight enough to demonstrate the contour of her lust-swollen flesh. I pulled my jaw shut and looked back at her lovely face in total surprise.

When our eyes met again, she smiled. She winked again with her right eye, the one toward the window, casually, confidently. Her red, glossy lips curled up and back in a perceptible smile. She looked around once more, and pulled a pen from her purse, and wrote something quickly in the margin of one of the pages of her paperback. Ripping the small piece from the page she reached out and placed it on the side of the knee of her crossing leg, nodding to me to reach for it.

I too looked around to see that we were still not suspected, of what I wasn’t sure, and then picked up the note, failing to take advantage of the opportunity to touch her more firmly. I wasn’t sure, but she seemed to demonstrate some disappointment when I did not. The note read, “Took you long enough. Hola!”

I stared at the note and read it several times, then looked up at her. She was smiling broadly now. In one moment, I realized that not only was this woman just as curious about me as I was about her, but anxious to carry our long awaited acquaintance to whatever length I cared to.

I looked out the window, deliberately avoiding her gaze, as if I had just surfaced from my own reading material and taken an eye break for a moment. I stared blankly out at the passing scenery, seeing none of it. This long time challenge, this gorgeous target of my lust and fantasy, had suddenly told me not only that she was completely open to my advances, but a little surprised at how long it took me to stumble into action. It was somewhat belittling, while it was tremendously exciting. As I came back from that realization of fantasy and refocused my vision, the scenery reentered my mind and I caught a glimpse of the Mineola Motel, next to the station we were stopping at. It was time to stop all the dreaming and childish foreplay, and act.

I jotted a message on the backside of hers, looked quickly at the closest passengers to see they were all distracted, and leaned forward sufficiently to slip the note onto her stocking covered leg, and slide it up and partially under the hem of her skirt. There was no reason for this, other than to tell her I was finally ready to add boldness and action to my persona.

She smiled again, more broadly, and nodded in a “Touché” kind of way. Then she slowly, deliberately reached down to the hem of her skirt, lifted it more than enough to slide the paper out into the open on her leg, and peeled the note free to read it. I looked around and no one seemed to have noticed. I also looked at the chasm between her thighs, freshly lightened by her temporary lifting of her skirt, and went the rest of the way to a full blown hard on.

Her red panties were clearly wet. How the hell did she get so wet so fast? I was at a loss to answer my own question until I was reminded by my burgeoning cock that I had experienced the same reaction. Are we that equal, male and female?

In my note, I had asked her what train she takes in the morning, and ended the question with a simple question mark. She got the point clearly and more aggressively jotted down another note on the margin in her book, this time just handing it to me.

I read the note and smiled at it. She had simply written the time of her train, and placed an arrow below, pointed right at the motel outside our window at that moment in the station. The train began to move, and I looked up, first at the Mineola Motel, beginning to glide by, and then over at her. She was reading her book, as if I weren’t even there. Had it not been for one more nudge of my leg with hers, spreading hers another couple inches and letting sufficient light under her skirt for me to again clearly see her lacey, red and very wet panties, I would never have realized she had just consented to meet me on the train, and get off at that stop for a “short stay” at the motel.

Chapter Two

My personal reading material the next morning, on a different than my usual train, was a large boating magazine. It served well to hide my window side hand as it ventured underneath and slowly eased the stretching cloth of my pants and briefs. The anticipation of my morning was more than a match for the mere distraction of another of man’s greatest hobbies. I shifted in my seat to facilitate and obscure my move and hoped I could get the little guy down before having to get up at the Mineola station. But then again, the Buxom Latina with the red flowing hair, and the perfect hour glass figure, the red lipped, full figured whole woman who had attracted me all these commutes, was no where to be seen. Normally, she would be on the train when I got off on the way home, indicating of course her stop was further west. But this morning, I was sure I counted the cars correctly and sat in the same relative seat as the night before. But she was no where to be found. We began to slow for Mineola.

I was near panic. We were seconds from stopping, and I could not see her. Do I get off anyway, assuming she is just on a different car? Or do I assume she was simply teasing me and nowhere near the train she had intentionally misled me too? None of these seemed correct in light of the way she handled herself last evening’s encounter.

Suddenly, she appeared in the vestibule of the car, not ten feet from me, and without even looking in my direction. She was dressed to kill, very short, black leather skirt, red, four inch spike heals, a loose fitting silk blouse puffed out at the waist of her skirt, and her flowing red hair, brilliant in the sunlight streaming through the train’s doorway windows. I didn’t see her face yet, but the body was unmistakable.

The train stopped, the doors spread open, and she stepped off the train. I was so entranced by her looks and the prospect of spending a day with her, I nearly forgot to do just that. I leapt from my seat and ran to the door, briefcase waving behind me. I just made it. The doors began closing even as I was half in and half out, but failed to trap me as I pulled my briefcase through. There could be no connection made by anyone on the train. A sharply dressed, exotic Latina Woman steps comfortably and purposefully off the train as the doors open, and moments later a frantic commuter tempts the fates once again and rushes through at the last second, putting his life in the hands of the safety features of the railroad’s train doors. And once again, the man’s life is spared, and absolutely no credit is recognized for the hated railroad. Though I had no idea at the time, that would be only my first failure of perception of the day.

Chapter Three

I looked toward the rear of the departing train. There was no sign of the woman I was chasing like a rabid dog. She had disappeared. Had she merely gotten back onto the train, in the car behind the one I had just exited? My paranoia was growing faster each time it cycled, thanks to this wicked wench. Why was she playing with my brain this way? And then I spotted her. She had just reached the top of the stairs to the cross-over and commenced crossing the tracks. She didn’t even look to see if I was following. I skipped up the steps two at a time, tie and jacket flying, trying desperately to catch up.

Upon reaching the top, I saw her turn to descend the stairs on the other side. I noticed her purse was not a purse, or even a “bag,” as most women were using these days. It was a full sized carpet bag of black leather stripping and black cloth panels with some barely perceptibly design, perhaps a foot or more thick and two feet long and just as high. It was carried on a shoulder strap and seemed not to bother her walk or stature at all. Perhaps it simply contained a fresh set of clothes. Surely she would not go on to the office at noon in her current exotic outfit. Nor would she go home that way of course, for there would be no doubt that she had been up to no good. She did not turn to look for me as she disappeared down the stairwell back to the other platform.

When I reached the top of the stairs it became apparent to me that she was intentionally moving quickly, maybe even timing her distancing so that I would not close the gap in time to talk with her. She and I reached the motel lobby doors just in time for me to reach in front of her and pull one open.

She merely looked at me, not with a smile but with a stern, dark stare. When she stepped in, I followed, somewhat concerned about what was happening. At the front desk, with her beside me, I plunked down a secret credit card I owned, one with only my business address associated with it, and boldly requested a room for a morning meeting. All right, I was new at this. The clerk offered a conference room they frequently rented for business purposes. Hey, that’s what I asked for, isn’t it? When business folk in New York City would venture to Long Island to meet someone, such accommodations were often utilized. I was sure however, the desk clerk knew what I meant and was just making it difficult for me.


The Commuter



My wife had back surgery. What was supposed to have been a "walk in the park" ended up being a nightmare. Oh, the surgery went fine, except for the bone fragments that were floating around against her leg nerves causing excruciating pain. So, a second surgery was done five days later to take care of the fragments. Lo and behold, the second surgery went fine except for the hematoma that formed after the surgery causing even more pain than before. A third surgery was performed the next day to drain the blood. Three surgeries in six days, what a horrible experience!! She's finally out of the woods and healing but what was supposed to have been a 2-6 week recuperation has now turned into a 2-6 month recovery. The third surgery left her with a weakened left leg which will require lots of physical therapy.

Suffice it to say, with all of this trauma and a five-inch incision in her back, I have what's known as a loss of consortium. I don't blame the doctor. He's a very qualified surgeon who did everything by the book but the stars just didn't line up right. There's no permanent damage. In a few months, all will be back to normal. We, or I should say she, was just dealt a bad hand.

Speaking of hands, I got tired of using mine. I needed some physical contact. I thought about it a lot and decided that I didn't want to get involved with another woman. It's way too easy to get caught. But as a devotee of porn, all kinds of porn, I decided that it was time to take a walk on the wild side. Over the years, I'd watched so many guys getting sucked off by other guys, I had developed a curiosity about man-on-man sex, especially blowjobs. I always wondered if it was true what they say. You know, nobody knows a man like another man. I never saw a blowjob where both guys weren't having a good time.

I remembered one night when I had stopped at a local pub for a drink that I overheard a couple guys talking about a place where commuters parked to get the train into town. It was at the end of a dead-end street surrounded by woods. People would park up and down the street and avoid having to pay for parking. They talked about how a lot of liaisons would go on in the cars and in the surrounding woods. If you were interested in making a connection, all you had to do was sit in your car and blink your lights once or twice as the people got off the train and walked to their cars. If there was someone who was interested, he would approach the car and a conversation would take place.

I figured, why not? It seemed to be a fairly safe way to hook up with someone. After all, these were people who were coming back into the suburbs from work. What added to the excitement was the thought that these guys were on the "down low," straight but looking for sex with men. I guess that would mean me as well.

My wife needed someone with her all the time. She was using a walker and couldn't be left alone. Fortunately, I had a lot of good neighbors who volunteered to sit with her while I did errands and the like. I told my wife that I was going to meet a business associate for an early dinner and that I would be home about 8pm. She knew I needed a little time to myself and sent me off with a kiss and "Have a good time!!!"

I drove to the commuter parking area and parked facing the train stop. The 5:02 pulled in and a crowd of commuters disembarked and began walking towards their cars. I was driving my wife's SUV which had darkened windows. I had the front doors tinted to match the rest of the car so it was really not easy to see into the car. As people walked by, I watched the cars in front and behind me to see if anybody blinked their lights. Sure enough, the lights blinked on a car well behind me. I watched through my side rearview as a man approached the car that blinked. After a 15 second conversation, the commuter got into the car. No shit! It wasn't an urban myth.

The 5:19 pulled into the station and a small crowd of people started to make their way to their cars. I blinked my headlights once and waited. In minutes, the street was empty of the commuters and their cars. I was very disappointed but I was a fisherman as a kid and I knew that you don't always catch a fish on your first cast. The 5:47 came and went with no luck. I was starting to think that it could be another night of self-love. I looked around and quickly counted the number of cars that remained. Not too many left!! I had my window open and I could hear the automated announcement that a train was approaching. The sun had set and it was twilight. The late train, the 6:06, opened its doors and, like mice scurrying into their dens, the commuters headed for their cars. I blinked my lights. Just when I thought that the whole effort was a disaster, a nice-looking guy in a business suit, with briefcase in hand, approached my car.

"I saw you blink your lights," he said, looking me straight in the eye. I saw him quickly glance into my car presumably to see if there was anybody with me, maybe like a cop.

"Ya, I was trying to get your attention. I'm new to the area and I thought that if I spoke directly with a commuter, he could give me some helpful information." Boy, did I sound stupid but I didn't know what else to say.

"You're not a cop, are you?" 

"Nope!"

"Then sure, I think can offer you some good advice." He walked around to the passenger side of my car and put his hand on the door handle. The moment of truth had come. I pressed the unlock button and he got into my car. He immediately locked the doors and told me to raise my window.

"Look, I've to get home because my wife will have dinner on the table and the kids get impatient. I don't have time for conversation. I just give head. No names, no kissing, no anal, and no charge. If you want to reciprocate, that's great. If not, I can deal with it. Have I answered all your questions and, by the way, Yes, I do swallow?" he said in a very straight-forward manner. 

I was taken aback by his abruptness.

"OK, sure, no problem." I was so damned curious about the whole thing. Here was an intelligent-looking, well-dressed, married 40 year-old that wanted to suck my cock. 

"So, can we get on with it?" Time was of the essence.

"Do what you got to do," I said, almost laughing to myself. He leaned over, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled down my zipper. In anticipation of what might happen, I wasn't wearing any underwear. He pushed my pants down until my rapidly hardening cock popped out. I watched him intently as my cock appeared. His face changed almost imperceptibly but I could see lust in his eyes.

"No underwear. That makes things a little easier."

"Very nice," he commented, and smiled, as he pulled out my cock. I'm completely shaved, not for the occasion. Just a choice I made many years ago.

He wrapped a hand around my prick and gave me a few strokes, bringing me to a hardness that I don't think I had ever experienced before, at least not in recent memory. Some precum was oozing out of the purple tip of my circumcised cock. My fellator licked the precum from my dick and then, in one single motion, took the entire length of my red-hot cock into his mouth.

I moaned from the exquisite feeling. My cocksucker made grunting sounds of satisfaction as he created a vacuum with his mouth, his lips up against my pubic bone. We were invisible in the sanctuary created by the tinted glass and the setting sun. People walked by without even turning their heads. I saw the quick flash of blinking headlights in my rearview. Someone else was looking for something on the side. I wondered if it was just a guy thing, or were there women who were looking for something different.

He swallowed and I could feel his throat massaging my dick. Then he slowly pulled up leaving only the head of my prick in his mouth. He began to suck the head of my dick and, at the same time, massage it with his tongue. I could feel that wonderful special feeling start to build deep in my balls. There was no stopping it. The man that was sucking my cock was an expert. My body stiffened and my dick felt like it was a piece of steel. I shot squirt after squirt of cum into his mouth as he sucked it out of me. When I was completely spent, my cocksucker continued with a very gentle oral pressure until he sat up.

"Very tasty!" he said quietly. 

I leaned back in my seat and glanced at the clock on the dashboard. About twenty minutes had passed.

"Have you got 15 more minutes? I asked.

"It really isn't necessary. It's not why I'm here. Maybe next time." Gotta go. Thanks."

"No, thank you."

He jumped out of my car. Once outside, he straightened himself out and dashed to his car. I saw his taillights in my rearview mirror.

I was sated. The whole experience was an exciting adventure. 

"How was your dinner?" my wife asked. 

"It was nice seeing him. He had some business propositions that could be interesting. We're going to meet again next week."



The Commuter



I'm a commuter, a straphanger. Every day 40 minutes on a commuter train into NYC. It can be a mundane life. Walk to the platform, wait for the train, sit in pretty much the same seat everyday, and go to work. Then after work do it all again in the other direction.

But every now and again it can be exciting and fun. It can start with a story from a girlfriend, then a sideways smile as you see him on the platform. Followed by a tentative hello with an excuse me can I sit her. And before long you have him balls deep in you, with your husband watching, and you just say yup commuting is not so bad after all. 

This is that story. How a boring train ride became one of the hottest most erotic moments in my life. 

Every day humming along the track my train ride is a chance to read, catch up on work emails and some days take a nap. I commute to NYC from the suburbs of Long Island. 

My name is Julie, and I'm 28 years old. I'm told I have an attractive figure, though I think my ass is too big for my 5.2 frame. I have nice full size breast and short cut brown hair. My life is that of your basic run of the mill young professional. I am married to Josh, my husband of three years. We are a happy couple but dare I say a little boring. There is not much spice between us. When we have sex it is fun but nothing earth shattering. Just oral for him, some for me, put it in and time for bed. 

So I get on my normal train going home and see Emily, a good friend of mine, who usually is on a later train. I sit down with her and we are waiting for the train to leave and begin talking. She is in the middle of a sentence, and stops talking.

"Oh my God I would not be expecting to see you here." I follow her eyes and she is talking to a handsome guy standing in the aisle. 

"Hello Emm," he says with a laugh. "Yup I moved out to the burbs, was getting tired of city life." 

As he says this he looks at me and his eyes burn into mine. I feel as if he is looking into my soul, and more uncomfortable, like he found what he wanted. He smiles a wicked and seductive smile at me. 

"Hello I'm James and you are?" I freeze for a few seconds then look up and tell him my name. He smiles at me and I feel a tingle in my body like that I have never felt. He chats with Emily for a minute more.

"Well let me go find a seat, great seeing you Emm, and a pleasure to meet you Julie. I'm sure I will see you around on the train." 

With that he walked away and took a seat a few rows back. 

"Who was that Emily?" I ask, and I think she can sense my excitement in the question. I want to know about him. She laughs and looks at me.

"Julie he was a guy from about 5 years ago right before I met Doug. He is my age (30) and he is an absolute sex machine." 

We both giggle but I can tell she is not joking. I can see the longing in her face as she is undoubtably thinking of times with him. 

"What do you mean a sex machine?" I say , in a oh come on kind of way. 

I mean he is definitely a good looking guy standing at about 6.1 with a nice strong frame and a shaved bald head. 

"Jules I mean it. Sex with him was amazing. I was never one who craved sex, but with him I had to have it. It was all I thought about, he would come to take me out and I would just pull him in and spend hours fucking him. And I mean fucking! I did things with him I never thought I would even want to do. But with him I wanted to, I loved it. I felt so sexually liberated with him. And he made me feel like that was the best feeling in the world. He was always a gentleman too, that's the funny thing. He could absolutely dominate me in the bed, yet make sure all my needs were being met." 

"I remember one time we went at it for what seemed like forever. I could not even move when I was done. He got up set a bath up for me, carried me into it, then brought me back to my bed and gave me a massage. Before he ravaged me yet again. I mean he was just an amazing lover." 

Wow I'm in shock listening to Emily, I let out a big breath and turn back to look at James. He looks up and smiles at me again. The smile seems to say yup it's true I'm that good. Shit I quickly turn back and giggle with Emily. 

"Julie be careful, getting to close to him. I don't mean that he is dangerous. But I see that look in your eye. You're intrigued. Shit I want him again just seeing him too. But he will make you hunger for him, and bring you to sexual pleasure that Josh will never be able to match. And then I'm not sure you can be happy." 

"Shit Emily I'm not doing anything. I'm married for heavens sake. I bet you had fun but I'm great with Josh, he satisfies me and I'm happy."

"You're happy because you don't know any better. Trust me Josh is not satisfying you like James."

"Fuck you Emms, what do you know about Josh, and if he is so amazing why are you not with him?"

"Hey don't get upset, your right I know nothing about him. But I know plenty about James. And he made me feel like a woman. Like a sexual powerhouse. I'm not with him cause I'm a fool and allowed my parents influence at the time to get between us. Truthfully I will regret that my whole life even though I'm happy now. But I do wonder what could have been. I'm saying this to you cause I saw your face, the way you locked eyes with him." 

I smiled, "You're right Emily, something about him made me feel alive. Just a look and I was drawn in. I have never wanted a man, truly wanted, but just a look and I was in. Josh, yeah you're right on that also. He is a good man, but sex is so regular. It is like a blue print and we never break from it. It's crazy if we do doggie style, or in another room. Just once I would love to feel like you did."

We pull into our station and say our goodbyes. I walk to my car and see James walking to his, a little ahead of me. He is sexy, nicely dressed, great walk, so confident. 

That night after dinner Josh goes for a run then showers. When he comes out of the shower I pounce on him. I rip his towel off and kiss him as my hands explore his dick. I get him hard and drop to my knees and go down on him. I'm sucking on him like I got something to prove. I take his 5 inches into my mouth with ease and work him until I feel his legs getting wobbly. 

I stand up and push him on the bed. I take my clothes off and jump on top of him. I grab at his dick and put him inside me. I start riding him and within a minute he starts coming. 

"Fuck Josh did you really come?" 

"I'm sorry babe but you're never that aggressive I did not stand a chance, shit no man could. I have never seen you like that." 

"Let me get you hard again and let's go again."

"Come on I got to get to bed I have I busy day tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow night. What the hell got into you anyway?" 

I roll over angry as shit and go to bed. Thinking about James. 

I see him the next day as I'm walking up to the train and he smiles at me. Thought of last night flash into my mind and I feel embarrassed and pissed. Why can't I have him for a little. 

A few days later I walk on the train and I see James sitting alone in a two seater. Shit I know I should not sit with him but something within me draws me to him. 

"Excuse me, can I sit here?

Looking up from his seat he says, "Julie, of course I told you I would see you around, would you like the window seat? Sometimes the aisle is a pain with all the people bumping into you?" 

God Emily was right he is looking out for my needs and I just met him. 

We talk, and one day sitting next to each other becomes two, then a week, and before you know it we are riding together every day. 

I managed to also get his number, in case the train is cancelled or something. That way we can inform each other. But of course it leads to me texting him during the day.

I get on the train on a Friday after work and James immediately asked what's the matter, you look nervous. 

How can he know, is it that obvious. I take a deep breath and explain to him. 

That I tried last night to have sex with Josh and he of course came again way to soon. He would not finish me off. It got me angry and Josh asked why am I so into sex lately. And I spit out that I want more, that I deserve more, that I just want a man that can pleasure me like never before. I told him about this guy from the train that a friend of mine got with and he is supposed to be a sex God, and now that's all I think about. 

And as I told Josh this I felt horrible saying it, but take note that his dick jumped a little in its semi soft state. Take note that he did not storm out of the room calling me all sorts of names. Take note that his hand was caressing my leg. I told Josh I'm sorry and I love him, but I just can't get this story about this guy out if my mind. It created a fire within me. 

Josh asked me about this story. I proceeded to tell him about what Emily said. As I'm telling him he started to finger fuck me and I saw that his dick was hard. We wind up having a really good second round of sex. Josh lasting longer this time around. 

James looks at me and says, "Bravo, you see communication is very important in a relationship. I'm happy for you and your husband. But why do you look nervous, seems to me you should be happy. You communicated a need to Josh and he listened and responded in a positive way. Seems to me this will strengthen your marriage."

I twiddled my fingers. "Well there is more," I say as I can feel my face get red and hot with embarrassment. 

"When we were making love the second time I was excited and at one point as he was driving into me, I yelled out that I want James to fuck me. Josh responded that he wanted that also and came like crazy. The thought of it sent him over the top."

"After, we talked about it, and he said he wants me to fuck you, that the idea turned him on. That I should talk with you." 

James grabs my hand and puts it on his leg, and tells me to keep it there until he says. I feel him under his pants, and another shot runs through my body. He feels big. I never even thought of that, his size, but feeling it I get so hot.

"You turned me on Julie and I want to take you and ravage you and pleasure you. But I need to make sure your husband wants this. I don't want to break your marriage up. It's not what I do. So I want to meet him. Let's go for a hike tomorrow morning the three of us. If it goes well you will be in sexual bliss before the day is up." 

"Also I want you to understand that in order for you to truly enjoy this I need to be in control. What I say goes. I won't harm you or do anything you don't want. But I saw a look in your eyes the first time we met. There is a caged animal within you, and I want to bring it out. I may ask you to do stuff you never tried, don't say no, give it a try. If you don't like it I will know and I will stop."

"Oh and by the way you can stop rubbing my cock and put your hands back in your lap."

My god my pussy is on fire I can't wait for him to fuck me. I did not even realize I started rubbing him. He is big and I think about how I will feel tomorrow, I can barely breath. 

"Ok, so tomorrow morning if you don't already, I want you to make sure you're nice and well groomed. Be that way in the morning before our hike. Also when we get off the train your going to follow me to Victoria Secrets. I will pick something sexy out for you. Nothing crazy. Oh and no sex tonight with Josh, and no masturbation for both of you. I want you to be as hungry as possible tomorrow." 

This really is going to happen. I could not believe how hot I was right now. The train pulled in to the station and I did as he said and followed him into the store. 

We walked in and as we walk around James grabs at my ass. He stands behind me and whispers in my ear how much he loves my ass and he can't wait to get his tongue in it. In it, did he say in or on? Listening to him I start to realize how intense tomorrow will be. 

"So do you see anything that you would like to get fucked in." He asks me this just loud enough for the worker nearest to us to hear. Her head snapping up at us both. I am so embarrassed, but James seems to not even care. 

"Don't worry about her, she has no idea about the pleasure your going to receive tomorrow." 

Shit this is embarrassing yet I also feel like a sexual beast. Like yeah that's right I'm going to be fucking like crazy tomorrow, what are you doing. 

He decides on a sexy pink and white bustier with thong panties to match. He again talks as if we are 2 people buying a shirt, 

"You will wear this tomorrow with a pair of heels. I'm going to fuck you so well in this." 

He also grabs a pair of shorts they look like volleyball shorts and a tank top. This he explains will be for our hike. It is way shorter and sexier than anything I would ever wear. 

Standing at the counter waiting to pay he explains to me. 

"You are a very sexy girl I'm just not sure you know it. "I look up and the girl behind the counter is smiling, I'm beet red. 

"Tomorrow I plan on bringing your sexiness out of you. By the end of the day you are going to know what your sex appeal is. Your going to know what you like in bed, and beg and demand for it. These clothes are going to make you look so sexy, but the truth is you are the sexy one. The clothes accent you not the other way around."

The girl behind the counter now looks redder than me. We walk out and I can't believe how sexy he has made me feel. He walks me to my car and opens my door for me. 

I get in and he bends down and kisses me and at the same time runs his hand along my leg and into my crotch. He starts rubbing me and I hungrily take his tongue into my mouth. I feel like I'm going to come already and he must sense this cause he stops. 

He gives me that wicked smile and stands up for a moment, my face eye level with his crotch, and I see his fly is open. Oh fuck, not here in a somewhat busy parking lot. But I think about Emily saying I will do things I never thought I would do and want to. Shit I reach my hand into his pants,my heart beating in my throat.

I grab a hold of him and pull him out. Oh my god his dick is big probably 6 inches semi hard like it is now and I'm a little surprised at his thickness. My pussy tingles with anticipation knowing it will eventually be mine. I put him in my mouth and start to give him head. He grows in my mouth and I'm lost within him, forgetting I'm a married woman sucking another mans monster in a parking lot. 

He pulls himself out of my mouth and I see that beautiful cock. It looks like 8 or 9 big thick inches. He stuffs himself back into his pants and bends down again. 

"I will see you tomorrow for our hike. Remember no coming tonight for you or your husband." And with that he stands and walk away. 

I drive home thinking, what the hell did I just do. I have never been like this. I'm a plain Jane. Is it possible this sexual animal really lives within me like James thinks. 

I get home and Josh greets me at the door. We talk about work for a few minutes but he clearly is not interested in that. So I tell him James would be eager to fuck me but he wants to meet Josh first and make sure he is cool with it. I told him about our planned hike for the morning. 

He is a excited and comes over and gives me a deep passionate kiss. My mind flooding with guilty thoughts knowing I had James's cock in my mouth 10 minutes before hand. I pull away and tell him what James said we can't do tonight. I also told him about his need for complete control. 

"Josh what the hell are we doing. Twenty four hours ago we were a normal married couple. And now we are about to bring a stud into our bedroom to ravage me. You sure you can do this."

"Julie I love you and I think James may be right about what he sees in you. I can't bring it out. Let's see if he can and what it leads too. 

"But I'm afraid this will break our marriage up. I mean how can you handle seeing me get off for another guy so hard, and I can't for you."

"Let me worry about that. Now let's eat and get to bed cause if I can't have you or masturbate I need to sleep and get tomorrow here already."

Tomorrow comes and I shower and put on my new clothes. When I come down to go Josh's mouth is wide open. 

"Wow Julie you look amazing." I smile and tell him James picked it out. 

We get to the trail a few minutes drive from our house and James is already there. We get out and he goes over to Josh and says hello. Then he comes over to me and gives me a kiss as if we are friends and tells me how sexy I look. We start our hike and we just go like 3 friends for 30 minutes of or so. Then the conversation starts. 

"So josh, you really think you want this, me fucking your wife. You sure you will be ok as send her in to orgasmic pleasure again and again."

Josh looks at me and then James. "Look I want this for her, but truth is I'm turned on by the idea of her getting fucked like never before." 

"Ok because I'm not sure I would be able to handle it. Julie stop walking for a minute." 

I do as James asks and he comes over and stands behind me. I can feel his size pushing against my ass. 

"So this does not bother you." 

And with those words he puts is hands into my waistband and starts to rub me. He is getting me hot. He bites my neck at the same time he inserts 2 fingers within me. I let out a whimper as he works me. 

He looks up at josh. "You're sure you will be ok with this."

He pulls his fingers out of me and you can see my Arousal on them. He rubs them across my lips and than takes them into his own mouth. Fuck this is so erotic. 

"She tastes so sweet, come here Josh kiss your wife and taste her on her lips." 

Josh walk over and looks me in the eye and kisses me. At the same time James's fingers invade me yet again. Oh my God this feels so good and almost natural with Josh standing here kissing me. James pulls out of me again and puts his fingers into my mouth. I lick them and he then tells Josh to kiss me again. 

"So Josh this is my proposal to you. Julie wants this. She is a sexual Dynamo and I want to unlock her. But I like you, and I want you to be involved in this. I would like for us to all go back to your home today and for you and I to satisfy your wife like never before. I will still need to be in control of it all, as I think it adds to the erotic pleasure for both of you."

Josh looks at me and asks what I think. But James tells him it is not for me to answer but him alone. With that James pulls my shorts down to my ankles and tells me to bend over and touch the floor. He kneels behind me and licks my asshole. Slowly going around the rim and then right on my whole sticking his tongue within it. My oh my he was not kidding about what he said about my ass. 

He picks his head up and asks, "So what do you think Josh should we do this, should we take her and unleash her and maybe even unleash you at the same time." He then goes right back to licking my ass. 

This is crazy. A few days ago I was a quiet girl married to a quiet guy doing what most young couples do. The gym, runs, maybe a concert, dinner with friends. 

And now I'm in the woods with a man eating my ass as he tries to convince my husband the two of them should bang me. And I want Josh to say yes. The idea of him being involved and me having two guys at the same time is so erotic. 

Josh Responds that he wants to do it. James stands up and says excellent. He grabs my arms and pulls me up bending my head back and kissing me. Josh looks down and sees me fully shaved for our guest.

"You like that Josh, sometimes you just need to make a demand and things get done. Your wife wants to be a sexy freak and I will show you both how to draw it out of her.

"So Josh although I want the control I will let you make some decisions. Should we let your wife get a taste of my cock right now. I will take her from behind and let her have an orgasm. Or should we make her hold out a little longer."




The Commuter



Oh I want his dick so bad. But Josh decides I should have to wait a little longer. So we hike back to the cars. We are all fairly sweaty and Jim suggest we will need a shower.

"Josh go ahead of us and start the shower. Julie and I will be right behind you."

Josh leaves and we walk to James's suv it is parked away from the entrance of the trail and I wonder if he has a plan. He opens the back of his jeep and lifts me up into the back. He pulls my shorts down and off. And takes out his cock. Holding it in one hand like a weapon. He starts slapping it against my pussy and he then just dry fucks me with it. Rubbing it along my opening. My excitement is evident.

"So Julie soon this is going to be yours, are you excited for it. I want to hear you say how bad you want my big thick cock." 

I look into his eyes and explain how bad I need his cock and the idea of doing all this with and in front of Josh made me even hotter than he could imagine. I agree with him that something lays deep within me that is waiting to come out and I told him as much. 

He placed his hands on my head combing his fingers through my hair and continued to rub his dick along my opening. Looking straight in my eyes he enters me and pushed all the way into me, I grabbed at him, so excited to finally have him in me. I want him to own me right here and now. His dick is huge, and I almost come on him right there. But James is still just teasing me. He pulls out and I slump my shoulders. He knows how bad I want it. 

"Ok let's go," and with that he gave me my shorts back, smiling at me. All this teasing is making me nuts. I can't even imagine what my first orgasm is going to feel like. 

We get to my house and I hear the shower. I lead James to the bathroom and Josh is in the shower. We have a nice big shower with glass walls on two sides. He looks at us and says he will be right out, but James tells him to stay. 

James gets behind me and takes my tank top off and then pulls down my shorts. I'm fully naked now in front of him and he just looks me over and smiles. 

"You are a beautiful woman and I thank you again for allowing me to be yours. I can't wait to take that nice big meaty ass from behind, now please come over and take my clothes off."

I start with his t shirt and when I pull it off I let out a excited giggle. He is gorgeous, having a nice tan and well defined upper body. I can't believe this is going to be mine. He kicks his sneakers off and I put my hands in his waist band and pull. 

As I do I kneel down and pull his shorts down to his ankles. I look up and stare in amazement. His big dick is standing semi erect and it looks huge. I feel like I'm kneeling before a God. I glance over at Josh and he is hard as a rock and also staring at this big cock. 

I feel bad for my husband, this man is so much more superior in a physical form. His body is nice and strong having a physic most men would envy. And then he has this massive dick swinging between his legs. It does not seem fair that a man can have both of these things. 

James tells me to stand up and we both get in the shower with Josh. The water is hot and it feels great. James tells Josh to wash me. Josh starts and is rubbing the soap across my back and shoulders. James watches as he washes himself then after a few minutes tells Josh to stop. 

"Is all your doing is washing her. You are boring. You have your wife naked in a shower and that's the best you can do. Watch me wash her."

James takes the soap and stands behind me again. He runs his hands all along my back massaging me as he washes me. He then comes around to my chest. He slowly runs my nipples between two of his fingers, the feeling sending a shot of excitement threw my body. 

His hands now dance down my body and he slowly starts to wash my pussy. He rubs each flap of me in between his fingers and I'm slowly starting to moan from his touch. He reaches under me and back and grabs his now hard dick and places it between my legs and then puts my legs together. 

He is dry fucking me again and when I push against him I can still see the head of his dick. It still amazes me how big he is. He does this for a minute or so and Josh is standing in front of me just watching.

"Julie bend over and take your husband in your mouth. But Josh do not come yet. If you feel you are, pull out. Cause if you come, I will not fuck your wife and she will be furious with you cause she wants my cock, real bad."

With that he pushed me forward at my hips and I grab Josh at the waist and take him into my mouth. His cock is harder than I ever felt. I slowly take him in my mouth happy to be giving him some enjoyment. Jim pulls his dick out from between my legs and gets down on his knees and arches my back. 

"You look so beautiful Julie." With that he buries his tongue within my folds, licking me all along my opening and then to my asshole again. This is so erotic. To have this stud going down on me as I pleasure my husband. Josh seems to be happy and then all of a sudden pulls his dick out of my mouth. 

"Wow that was close baby, I almost came." 

James stands up and walk next to Josh. "Good job controlling yourself Josh. Now Julie take me in your mouth and suck my cock. I want Josh to watch you." 

I look up to him and lick his big shaft, glancing at Josh as I do. I continue to worship this big stick in front of me as James stands with his hands on his hips and just watches me. I get some of him in my mouth and start to work him. He looks so fucking sexy and I'm so hot thinking about what I'm doing right now. 

"Your wife sucks a good dick Josh. Tell me does she like when you cum in her mouth? Because I think at some point today she will swallow me." 

Josh stutters out a, "No she does not let me cum in her mouth, but I have a feeling she will for you."

"Yes I agree I think she will also, because she knows how sexually strong I am. She will love it and ask for more. I think it's time we let your sweet cock sucking wife have her first orgasm."

"Stand up Julie." I do as James asks. He walks to me and pins me against the wall. "Put your arms around my neck." 

I do as asked and James lifts me up effortlessly and places me on to his cock. My body slowly taking him all in me. I can barely breath and laugh at the fact that he took my breath away. He pushes my body against the wall and asked if I'm ok. 

I bit his lower lip yelling out "Please fuck me, no more teasing fuck me like you know I want it."

He smiles that wicked smile I'm starting to get used to and says, "As you wish." 

With that he begins to pump that massive member in and out of me, like a wheel on a train, slow at first but quickly gathering speed. I feel so full with him in me and my mind thinks back to the first time I saw him with Emily, and now I have him all to myself. 

Every fantasy I have had of him every wet spot on my panties from him, now suddenly he is balls deep within me and my husband is just watching mouth wide open. I grunt out in passion and in between grunts I beg James to fuck me.

"Fuck me James, uncage me, drive that Cock into me." Ugh ugh and then I feel it, my first orgasm starting to approach after all that teasing it is finally about to unleash itself on me. 

"Don't you dare stop fucking me, I'm going to come for you James, I'm all yours, you own my pussy." 

I look and see Josh's dick jumping and realize he is coming. Just watching and listening was to much for him and he comes without even touching himself. I'm actually embarrassed right now that he is my husband when I'm in the presence of this sexual beast. 

James continues his assault on me and all of a sudden like a tidal wave my orgasm hits me. It starts in my flower and like an explosion rips through my entire body. My toes are actually having spasms. I am uncontrollable, I grab James fast and kiss him at the same time slap him in the face. I freeze when I do that thinking I should not have but he just smirks. He knows what he is doing to me. 

He does not stop fucking me for another minute or so and I literally feel like I may pass out from this pleasure with one last thrust he goes balls deep again and just stays within

me. He has not come but knows I need a break. 

"Josh shut the shower and go and get your wife a glass of water. We will be in the bedroom. You like that, right. Seeing your queen get absolutely dominated by my cock. Don't worry though there is more fun to be had and your wife is yet to come out of her shell."

He walks out of the shower and walks over to the bed still impaled within me and lays down with his feet on the floor. 

"You ok Julie or was that to much for you." 

"That was unbelievable. I have never in all my life orgasmed like that, or even thought I could like that. I'm ok but need a few minutes to recover. Can I please suck your cock in the mean time. I want you to explode in my mouth in the worst way." I notice Josh standing in the doorway and am aware he heard all of it. 

"I would love for you to suck my cock please do." First though drink some of that water. Josh come on over let's chat." Josh walked over and sat next to James on the bed. Yet again there physical attributes are so glaringly unbalanced. James looks at me as if to say please start sucking on me. I get between his legs on all fours on the floor in front of him and begin to service him.

"Josh my man, what happened in the shower. I was going to have Julie swallow your load. I don't think I knew it was possible to cum just from mental stimulation. That was something. You ready to get back in the saddle or you staying soft for a long time. Watch your wife attack my cock. You will be hard in no time."

Fuck I felt bad for Josh. He is not a horrible lover, we are just dull together. He is just not even close to James sexually and I'm nervous now this will turn him away from me. Yet at the same point I feel so hot, sucking on this big dick as my husband watches. The emotional conflict within is a challenge, but I know this cock will win out. 

I am working for all I'm worth on James's shaft and I decide to try and deep throat him. I get half way down on him and start to gag, but fuck I want to do it so bad. I open up my throat a little more and I manage to slide down some more. My eyes are shut I hear James again.

"Holy shit, Josh do you see this. Your wife has my entire cock in here mouth. She is amazing, I did not think she could do that. My oh my if she keeps doing that she going to get that load she was asking for."

It's strange but Inside I'm smiling. I'm proud of myself for taking his entire cock into my mouth. Proud that I'm able to pleasure this sex god, that I can compete with him. Although he said he knew I would, that he saw it in me. I did not believe it, but here I am about to get his load and I'm proud at myself for it. 

I take him deep a few more times and at the same time start to pick up my pace. I want him coming for me. I come completely off and start to suck on his balls and stroke his dick. As I'm down on his balls I think how much I liked him sucking my ass and decide to lick on his. He likes it as I hear his breath start to come in short gasps. 

"Come for me James, I want your load so bad. I'm begging for it like you said."

I go back to his cock and suck on him. And I feel his legs start to tighten up. He is close and my inner woman is smiling knowing we are about to slay this dragon. 

I hear Josh and he is encouraging me on. This is just so strange he should be furious with me for having another cock in my mouth. Yet it all feels so natural like this is were we always should have been as a couple. I know at this point that this will not be the only time we do this. James will have many more opportunities with us. 

James looks down on me and tells me to get ready cause he is close. I look back at him not taking my eye off him, I stick a finger in his ass and he looks surprised, like he did not calculate a move like that by me.

His head falls back, I got him, I feel his cock get even stiffer than it already is. And then I feel it. The first shot is so strong like a punch in my throat. I gag but take it down. Before I recover two, three, four shots come pouring out of his cock. I am trying to swallow him but it is so much. I come off him and more shots come flying out of him one hitting my face and two more going airborne and Landing on his chiseled Abbs. I go back down on him and let the last of his flow pour into my mouth. I gobble him up and suck on his softening cock. Yet it does not seem to be getting that soft. 

"Holy Julie that was terrific."

I take him out of my mouth and crawl up to his chest and lick the come that landed on him up. Looking at him in my most seductive look.

"You see I told you, you had it in you. You feel hot right, your inner woman feels strong." 

I smile at him cause he knew exactly how I felt. He grabs me by the back of my head and pulls me up to him and gives me a deep kiss. Shit I feel so good and safe in his arms. 

He stops kissing me and wipes the come off my chin. I see Josh. I lean over to him and kiss him also. Josh hungrily kisses me back, like he needed some affection. I feel somewhat guilty knowing a minute ago another mans cock just released a huge load in my mouth. We make out as I lay on James. I'm amazed but it feels like his dick is getting hard below me. 

I stop kissing Josh and James rolls me off him and stands up. Josh and I look at each other and start to make out again. James says he is thirsty and walk out to our kitchen. Josh and myself continue to make out. He tells me how hot that was and he how much he loves me. 

I tell him to stand up and I kneel before him and start to give him head. I easily take him in my mouth and take him all the way down right away. I'm sucking on him and Josh looks to be happy. I am going slow as I don't want him coming yet. He deserves this and I'm happy to do it for him. 

James walk back in and is watching us. I glance over at him and just take him in, he is so good looking with that perfect body, and his dick just swinging in front of him. 

"Josh excellent work, now you look more in control. You are her husband she wants you to be strong. Tell her what you want and how." 

Josh looks down at me and I look up at him. "James I would love for you to come over and lay on the bed that way Julie can sit on your face as she continues to give me head." 

"Ha that's not what I had in mind Josh, I am supposed to be in control, but I think you need this to discover yourself as well. So sure I would love to for your wife to fuck my face."

James lays on the bed and I sit on his face. He goes to work on my pussy taking long licks from the bottom all the way up to the top. Man it feels so good as he laps at my flower. 

"Fuck my face Julie, ride me, I want you to come on my tongue."

With that he sticks his tongue inside me and works his face on me. He is good at this, not that I thought he would not be. I push his forehead down on the bed and begin to ride his face. At the Same time sucking my husbands dick. I feel so powerful right now as I ride his face. And with that another orgasm hits me exploding on his tongue. 

He continues to lap at me not giving me a break. I finally jump off him and roll over and notice his dick is hard again.

He sits up and wipes my juices off his face. The site of it is so erotic. 

"Please get on all fours I need you from behind. Since the first day I saw that big ass on that tight frame I knew I had to have you this way." 

I do as he asks arching my back as he gets behind me. I feel opened and exposed but excited. To know this man has wanted me like this. That he said he needs me like this get me wet with anticipation. 

He slaps that large cock down between my ass crack and rubs it back and forth along my asshole. 

"James I think you're to big for me that way." I say it but inside me I'm wondering if I could handle it. 

"Relax Julie, I'm just teasing you, however don't be surprised if it happens, if that beast within you demands it." 

With that he placed himself at my entrance and slowly rubs himself at my opening. 

"Damn it stop teasing me and just fuck me hard."

Holy was that me who just yelled that out. James laughs and somewhere inside I feel like I may regret that demand.

I'm taken aback when his hand comes slapping down on my ass cheek. It stings and at the exact same time he thrust himself into me. Ugh he is huge to take in one thrust like that. He grabs my hips and starts to pound at me. This is not love making, but almost like a battle. 

"Fuck James you're so big you know how I want it. Pound me, please dominate me."

He continues his assault on me, his massive member spreading me apart with each thrust. I try and fuck him back, pushing myself into him. He feels so strong with each push into him.

He moves his hands off my hips and places one at the small of my back. The way his hand is resting his thumb is on my asshole, and he just pushes it in. His other hand grabs my shoulder. Oh my God, I start to come as soon as he his finger enters me. My orgasm again attacks my body making me scream out in pleasure. 

"James, James, I'm coming again for you, your cock is the best. Oh my God I don't want this to stop."

He says nothing but just keeps attacking me. I try and stay strong on all fours but collapse forward under his powerful cock. He falls with me and just goes all the way into me. 

"Ugh your so fucking deep I'm going to explode again." 

I have another orgasm as he stays deep within me and grinds me into the bed. I'm lost within him. I feel amazing. He lays on top of me, his weight pushing the air out of me and making it feel like he got deeper in me still. He bites my earlobe and whispers in my ear. 

"Julie you are an amazing fuck, I can take you from behind forever. Your body is beautiful. Thank you for this."

I giggle, he is thanking me? I came four times already that's usually more than I do in a week, yet he is thanking me. I did not know sexual pleasure existed like this until today. Did not know I could orgasm so hard. Yet I'm being thanked. 

His words though make me feel so sexy and strong. And I get a fire within me. I want to pleasure this stud. 

I move and he pulls out of me. 

He is kneeling on the bed and I push him down. I get between his legs and go down on him. His cock is wet from my pleasure and I greedily take him in my mouth. I taste myself on him and James just smiles at me. 

"I think your finally coming out of your shell. Do you feel it. You are craving my cock right now. Your lust for dick is consuming you."

I listen to him but continue sucking on his prick. When he stops talking I move up and straddle him and drop down on him. I am staring into his eyes, and words I never knew were in my start coming out. 

"I'm going to fuck your brains out, I want this big cock in the worst way. You wanted the animal to come out. Well I think it's out and I'm going to fuck you to you beg for me to stop."

James gives me that wicked smile again and thrust his hips up bringing his cock full into me. I gasp between clenched teeth. 

"Go ahead fuck my brains out. Let's see what you got."

It's on. I start grinding on him with all my will. I feel amazing as his cock rubs against my g spot. I sense another orgasm coming on but fight to hold it back. I sit up and put my hands on his muscular chest and start to ride up and down, side to side on his big pole. Slow at first then with speed. 

"Ride me Julie, come on baby make me come for you, I want you to have this but you got to work for it."

I continue to do just that. Working my pussy like I never have. The room is quite other than the sounds of sex. Our two bodies smashing into each other, me grunting and breathing heavy with each deep intake of him. And Josh rustling around on love seat in the corner of the room. 




The Commuter



Josh, geez I forgot all about him. I have been so lost in sex, I forgot Josh was still in the room. I look over to him and he is slowly jerking himself off. He actually looks pretty sexy. He smiles my way and I smile back. 

I am riding James like crazy trying so hard to make him come. Then it happens to me. I can't hold my orgasm back anymore and it comes smashing into me again. I scream out in joy and lay flat against James and grind on him. 

I'm breathing hard trying to gain my composure to go again. I want to make him come and am not giving up. 

I sit up and look at James. 

"You like my ass don't you, well let's see what this position does for you."

With that I swing my body around keeping him inside me as I do. I lay forward grabbing his ankles. 

"Oh my Julie you are an amazing sight to look at. You are so fucking sexy."

James starts slow thrusts into me and he feels so good. I have come so much today but still want more. 

"Fuck Julie you're one hot fuck, I can fuck you from behind all day, Josh come over give Julie your cock in her mouth. Let her make you come."

Josh walks over and lays legs out in front of me. His cock straight up at my face. I take him into my mouth and Josh let's out a sigh and tells me how good my warm mouth feels. 

So here I am. Sucking my husband off as I have my stud fucking my flower. 

As I'm doing this I can't even take it all in. This was not me. I never had crazy fantasies, never used a sex toy. The craziest thing I have done was on our honeymoon we made love on our balcony knowing people may have been watching. 

And now I'm involved in a threesome, and loving it. James is still driving into me at a slow pace, and I'm matching his pace on Josh's dick. I am taking him full into my mouth, after having James in my mouth this seems easy.

Our pace has slowed down from when I was riding him. I am shocked Josh has not come yet, I take him out of my mouth and tell him to wait a minute. I look back at James and he looks amazing. His arms behind his head just taking me in. I start to grind back on him in my most sexy and seductive way possible. He is enjoying it as much as I am. I feel so full with him inside me. 

I'm amazed at how comfortable I feel within myself. For a girl who never was really into sex, I now don't want this to ever end. 

My eyes are shut and I'm focused on the task at hand, making this big stud mine. And then a tongue starts licking my asshole again. What the hell, I'm confused. 

I look back and Josh is licking me. Shit this is so erotic. I'm smiling inside cause Josh seems to really be into this. James is right he is my husband, I want him to be more assertive, to fuck me rather than make love. And now he is licking and sucking my ass as a big thick cock thrusts into me just inches from his face. 

"Fuck you two are making me feel so good. Lick my ass Josh, I love you for this, for allowing me this pleasure." 

Josh speaks but not to me, "James I want to fuck Julie's ass so bad. I need to be in her. I know you are in charge but I need her. Watching you two has made me mad with lust for this woman. I did not know she existed like this."

My god, I fight back coming just hearing Josh. I have never done anal and he knows it. But now it's not even a thought that I won't. He knows I will. I will do anything at this point. 

James sits up and I do the same. Still impaled on him. He grabs my arms with one hand and pulls them behind me, as I drive myself deep down on him. His other hand reaches up to my neck and lightly grabs me. He starts driving into me and his warm breath is at my ear again.

"Is that what you want Julie? You want your husband in your ass as you give me head? You want to feel a cock in that Virgin ass? 

I shake my head yes. And then scream out the same. " Yes I want him to take my ass. I want him so bad. I want all of this so bad."

"Ok then, I will let you have it. But first I want to fuck you more. Get on your back at the corner of the bed. I want to take you." 

Take me, I love the wording he uses. It seems I tried but failed to take him. 

"Josh put something on and go out to my car. I have a bag in the back. Bring it in. I have lube inside it. If you want to do her ass she will need it."

Josh leaves the room and it's me and James. I'm laying at the corner of the bed and he comes and stands at the edge of it. He grabs his dick and puts it in me. Again taking my breath away. He bends down and I'm under his body. I wrap my arms around his neck and he thrust into me.

"James wait a second." I look into his eyes. "Thank you for this. For making me feel so powerful and alive. I can't believe one man can make a girl feel so good."

"Julie you're a special girl, your husband is a very lucky man. There is something about you. You are not just a fuck that I conquered. I like you, I enjoy being with you. In another lifetime you and I could have been something I think. I want to stay with you and wake up to you. But I'm not yours. Fuck this is why I did not want to get with a married woman, but you drew me in. I wanted you so bad."

Oh my god, this man is amazing. I rub my hand along his face, caressing him.

"James I agree, this is not just sex I feel something with you also. Let's see what happens. I think Josh and I really are enjoying today. I know this will not be a one time thing. You are going to be a part of our lives for the foreseeable future. Now please fuck me like no man ever has."

He smiles down on me and kisses my forehead. And then he begins to take me. And he is in a different gear now. Just drilling into me pounding me with aggression, and I love it. He grabs my ankles and makes my legs into a v. Josh is back now and he is standing next to us and watching. He is fucking me like crazy. With each thrust the air within me is lost. I can barely breath. I'm grabbing at the sheets. 

"Julie I'm close, I want you to come for me one more time. Come baby then your husband can have you and you can have me."

Again his words drive me wild I get up on my Elbows and look down and see his massive cock working in and out of me. The visual is so hot. 

"You love this cock don't you, come for it. "

With that he thrust deep within me and holds himself in me. Ugh that is the move. That deep penetration gets me every time and I'm coming again. 

And when I start coming he picks up his pace again. I'm thrashing around under him. I try to pull off his cock but he grabs my hips and goes deep into me again. My legs start to spasm. They are shaking uncontrollably as this massive orgasm takes hold of me. I'm yelling and breathing so hard.

He finally pulls out of me and just looks down on me, giggling to myself on the bed, amazed at how good I feel.

Now James goes and lays down head on the pillows and Josh comes walking over and the command that comes out of his mouth shocks me and turn me on all at once.

"Get on all fours and take your stud's cock in your mouth. And get ready for me to fuck your ass."

I did as asked and take James cock in my hand. It is wet yet again from me. I actually love cleaning him off and go right to work on him, waiting for a completely new sensation to engross me. 

I feel josh rubbing himself along my opening and then he makes his move. His head penetrates my ass and I let out a muffled wince. Shit it is painful but as he goes further in I start to change my opinion. I'm taking him in my ass and I like it. I feel so sexy and powerful knowing I'm going to satisfy these two men. 

Josh is thrusting in and out of my ass and again I'm very impressed he has not come yet, but I know he will soon. I start to really suck on James. I want his load and go to work to get it. I look up and James smiles at me and then sits up. He starts to rub my clit and within moments I can't believe it but another orgasm hits me. I am coming and with that my asshole starts contracting and that sends Josh over and he is emptying himself within me. 

I'm moaning on James dick, Josh is screaming out in his release and with that James falls back onto the bed and I feel his entire body tighten up. I brace myself this time knowing what is on its way. 

James let's out a primal howl, and he finally lets go. I greedily take him into my mouth knowing I am satisfying this magnificent man. I love swallowing him, and may make that special for him only. His entire body goes limp and I continue to just lick and suck in his dick. Even flaccid it is larger than the guys I have been with. 

Josh pulls out of me and comes up to the pillow and collapses his head down. 

"Julie that was amazing. Taking your ass as you sucked on that big cock was amazing."

"I know babe, I can't believe we just did all this. But I loved it. James is going to be with us again, I need him to satisfy me."

"I know Julie, I saw the way you two interacted. That was an amazing experience. I think we just entered new ground in our marriage, I'm pretty sure I can share you."

"I roll over and kiss Josh, this time not feelings guilty that James's cock unloaded in me a few moments ago. I then roll over and rest my head on James's chest. My hand gently rubbing his abdominals and that amazing cock. I'm tired and need a rest. 

"James thank you, you turned us on to a world we did not know existed, to two people we did not know. I am in shock at what we all just did. But can't wait for my wife and myself to recover so we can do it again. You heard Julie we need you in our marriage."

"Josh I'm flattered you both feel that way. You two are the first couple I been with, married or dating. This was as new to me as you. But if I'm being honest I want more of Julie. A lot more. I'm jealous you got that ass and I did not. I suggest we take a nap as Julie seems to already be on her way. And let's see where the night, weekend, days, months, and Years take us. Plus she still has those sexy panties I need to see her in."

I smile at James and then shut my eyes falling into the most amazing sleep. We woke an hour or so later to a whole new world for the three of us.



The Commuter Bus



Trudy awoke to the soft classical music on the alarm clock radio. As she lay there thinking about the last evening with Ginger and Scott, Trudy realized she was very horny today and needed a stiff cock in her aching pussy. 

Trudy climbed out of her bed and went to the patio window to look at the morning sunshine in the wooded yard outside her apartment.

"It was going to be warm today, she thought." as she went to take a shower.

Trudy stood under the stream of hot water in the shower. The spray felt good on her skin as the hot water cascaded down her back, past her tiny waist, and rolled off the rounded cheeks of her tight buttocks. She lathered her ample, firm breasts with the soap and picked up the large sponge on the shelf under the shower spray. Rubbing her firm, soft breasts with the sponge, her thoughts went to Scott again.

His cock was so large, as she rubbed it through his slacks last night; she remembered how she could feel the heat of his organ through the thin material. She brought the sponge across her tiny waist and flat tummy and down to the tuft of blond hair on her soft, aroused pussy.

Resting a foot on the edge of the ledge of the shower, she rubbed the sponge around her little mound and across the outer lips of her pussy. She thought about what it would be like with Scott's' hand rubbing her there. Her pussy was getting very hot as she fantasized about his big cock shooting his hot come into her. She turned off the water and grabbed a bath towel to dry her soft, tingling body.

She went into the bedroom to dress for work. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she put on her lipstick and carefully applied her mascara. Trudy finished combing her long, blond hair and went to the closet to get a skirt and blouse.

As she put on a yellow, nylon blouse she decided to not button the top because she liked the sexy way her breasts would shake the loose, thin material as she moved. Then she pulled on a ruffled, yellow mini-skirt with black polka dots past her narrow hips and fastened it around her tiny waist. Slipping into a pair of plain, black high heel shoes she crossed the bedroom to her dresser and took out a pair of pink, black trimmed panties. After pulling on the panties, she stepped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection.

"Such a hot looking babe." she thought as she examined the sexy, blonde girl in the mirror wearing the soft, yellow blouse, opened to reveal a hint of her soft cleavage peeking past the loose, nylon fabric.

Gazing down, past her narrow waist to her flared polka-dot mini-skirt, she thought about the way Scott looked at her last night when she showed him her new panties. Gazing at the ruffle on the hem of her bright yellow skirt which stopped at the tops of her tanned slim thighs, she thought about his big cock again and the bulge it made in his clothes. She could feel the wetness in her little pussy building, as she looked at the image of her gorgeous blonde body.

She reached past the hem and touched her hot, wet pussy through the little nylon panties. Rubbing the tiny opening at the top of her cunt gently, she noticed how her full breasts would heave, as her breathing became faster from the excitement building in her aching pussy.

She rubbed the sensitive, pink clitoris beneath the thin border of her panties for a moment, then reached under her little flared skirt, and pulled down her panties. She lifted her leg to take them off and stepped out of the wispy panties, leaving them lay on the floor. After taking one last look at the reflection of her freshly made-up face, the silky, yellow blouse, and very short mini-skirt, she left for her job at the office.

The bus was very crowded with business men and people going downtown to work. There was no seat available, so she worked herself past several men in suits to the back of the bus and grabbed a rail in the crowded isle.

There was a man directly in front of her wearing a neat brown business suit. Beside her, were more men in suits standing with blank expressions on their faces as they rode the large bus towards their offices. Behind her, she could feel the presence of more men standing in the close quarters, bumping her occasionally, from the rocking action of the bus, as it hurried down the street.

She suddenly felt a warm hand on the skin at the back of her thigh and was startled at first. Nevertheless, the warm hand, as it gently rubbed the soft skin of her thigh, felt good to her. She dared not look behind her for fear he would stop, but she wondered which man was doing this to her.

"Was it the man in the black suit directly behind her, or could it be the fellow sitting in the seat next to her, reading a newspaper." she wondered.

The strange, warm, strong hand slowly drifted to the damp, soft skin between her tingling thighs and massaged the smooth skin just below her dampening, horny pussy hiding under her flared, yellow skirt. As the warm hand massaged the soft skin, her pussy became very wet.

Then she felt his fingers travel up under her skirt, touching the sparse, blond hair at he opening of her naked sex. She gasped as her breathing quickened at the persistent rubbing near her little, wet pussy. The mysterious, warm hand continued up the back of her ruffled skirt and rested on the firm, fleshy cheeks of her little ass, naked under the sexy, ruffled skirt she was wearing.

She took a deep breath, as the hand squeezed the warm, firm globes of her cheeks. She could hear faintly, his breathing get heavier, as he rubbed the soft, warm flesh under her skirt. She felt the mans' hand drifting back down the deep valley between her soft, round cheeks to her now, very hot pussy. His fingers lingered there, before they probed into the warm, slippery, wetness inside her.

As his fingers rubbed between the wet, outer lips of Trudy's' pussy, she moaned softly and closed her eyes, As she held tightly to the rail with both of her hands. Unconsciously, she pushed her little bottom rhythmically against the probing hand. As his fingers rubbed the opening of her wet pussy back and forth, she could faintly hear, above the noise of the crowded bus, the sound of a zipper opening behind her.

Suddenly the hand was gone and she started to turn around when she felt his body pressing against her back, pushing against her soft, rounded butt, draped only by the ruffles of her little yellow skirt. Then she felt the heat from the head of his hot, engorged prick as it pushed against the wet opening of her pussy from behind her.

As the crowded, noisy bus rocked gently, She could feel the strangers cock push and enter her hot, wet opening from behind, sliding easily along the slippery channel of her soaked pussy under the brief skirt. She wondered if he could see her naked ass from where he was standing. Trudy felt relief as she saw the fellow sitting down next to her, still reading his newspaper and apparently not noticing the lewd display in front of him.

The thick cock pushed in a little further and a hand again, squeezed the warm fleshy cheeks under her skirt. The rocking of the bus made his cock slide back and forth in her tight, wet pussy as Trudy flushed with sexual excitement. Trudy pushed back against the engorged, hard cock and sighed heavily to the gentle, rocking rhythm of the thick, probing organ sliding inside her soaked pussy.

Trudy bit on her lower lip, as his cock began to thrust deep into her hot, wet vagina, to stifle the moans she started to utter. His hands on her ass, under her short skirt, squeezed and pulled her soft, naked ass firmly against him. Suddenly, she heard him groan behind her as she felt the spurts of warm semen shooting against the walls inside of her pulsating cunt. She stifled a loud moan, as she felt her vagina tighten and begin the rhythmic spasms of orgasm around the thick, shooting penis deep inside her. She bent forward slightly as she hung on to the rail, and pushed her throbbing pussy hard against him.

After a brief moment, she felt him withdraw his now softening, wet cock followed by the familiar sound of a zipper behind her. Regaining her composure, she turned her head around to see her strange lover. However, there wasn't a clue to indicate which of the several men behind her had just screwed her so well from behind. Come was dripping down her leg as her bus came to her stop. She looked behind her one more time for a glimpse of the owner of that wonderful cock and, not being able to tell which one of the suits it was, worked her way to the exit at the back of the bus. She could not avoid rubbing against the dark suits on her way to the exit, her hard nipples brushed against the smooth material inside her loose, nylon blouse. Breathless from her erotic experience, she squeezed by the crowd of business men.

Stepping off the bus into the sunshine, she smoothed down the ruffles of her little skirt and walked the short distance to her office. As she walked down the bright sidewalk, lined by tall office buildings on the busy street, her body was still warm from sexual excitement.

Her breasts shook wildly in her thin, yellow blouse, as her inflamed nipples brushed the soft nylon material, bringing her close to another orgasm.

A mild breeze was gently blowing against her face and she noticed how it would occasionally pick up the ruffles of her flared mini-skirt, exposing the little, blond hairs of her swollen pussy. She smiled at the nerve of that strange man taking such liberties with her body and was glad she had left her panties at home today.



The Commuter



WHACK! The other cheek was also reddened, and I was about at the end of my patience. Then those damn hands again, this time riding up the insides of my thighs, slowly, softly. They rose all the way to my crotch and pushed my cheeks aside, just enough to slip all the way into the seam between my legs and groin. They were cool and refreshing on my skin, felling very soothing on that area. 

When they emerged from darkness and found my cheeks, they lessened their pressure and glided softly over my burning cheeks. The sting was still there, but the touch of her hands soothed me and somehow made it all ok. My shaft was pulsing against the back of the couch. I was getting desperate to figure out what was going on. She was so damn good at what she was doing to me, taking me into and out of a state of serious horniness, and yet hardly said a word. Why was that? And why was she only working me over and not giving me a chance to pleasure her?

The blood was accumulating in my head, as bent over as I was, and each time I had a chance to contemplate my situation, it came to me that I was not all that comfortable. And then she would distract me once again, usually with a whack on my ass. But on this occasion, she changed her tactics. I heard, rather than saw her move around to the front side of the couch.

There was some more noise. It sounded like the coffee table being moved. I heard a rustling noise beside me, felt the seat cushions move. The lights went out.

I felt more than saw the approach of darkness from a blindfold. One second I was looking at the coffee table top, about as far up as I could raise my head, or let it down for that matter, secured as it was to my hands behind my back. She must have kneeled on the couch beside me to apply the blinding device, and it took no more than a second or two to secure it.

There was a period of adjustment now. This new condition, me being not only unable to direct my vision as a result of the position my head was restrained to, began immediately to work on my mind. I felt my equilibrium, already confused in this partially upended position, begin to leave me all together. I was floating up, as if in zero gravity, even feeling a touch of nausea. Now I was an astronaut! The change was incredible, and all the result of a simple blindfold.

Then the tugging on the side of my head was followed by release! My mouth was clear! I felt a cavern of space there where the ball had been jammed. I could breath and open and feel air in my mouth.

There was an aroma suddenly that I couldn’t mistake. Her sex was very close. It had to be moist, judging from the ample scent emitting from it. She was hot! The first good sign yet was upon me, wafting up my nostrils like nectar to a desert nomad. It was exquisite. I wanted more.

I didn’t have long to wait. I next felt my head raised up by my hair and harness, and suddenly dropped. My mouth opened to protest, but was suddenly full of soft swollen pussy lips that seemed to beg me to suck them. 

SHE WAS THERE! My God this was good! Finally! I rolled my eyes under the blindfold, and slipped into a moment of sheer ecstasy. My nose also struck pay dirt, landing on her clit. It was hard! I felt its hardened head on the tip of my nose! I was in that instant more happy, more horny than I can remember ever being before. I had no idea this delicious meal would be before me, so I dove in with abandon.

I lifted my head aggressively and dropped my nose down hard on her clit again. She bumped under the pressure, and groaned some guttural sound. I dragged my bearded chin over her opening pussy lips and followed it with my tongue. And then I stopped and worked her clit and lips with my entire face, devouring every bit of her I could.

It didn’t occur to me then that I was playing directly into her hands. She had wound me up like a toy and turned me loose on an area of her body she wanted attention applied to. And I executed her wishes without command. I was on programmed automatic and doing exactly what she had had in mind all along.

She bucked up against my head. I could only assume she had moved the coffee table right up to the couch and planted her ass on its edge. Her legs must be against the couch’s back, to the sides of my hips, a position which further opened her to my face. I could visualize her despite the darkness of my blindfold, leaning back on her elbows on the table, pushing her hungry cunt up to my ravishing face. Two eager organs meeting in a kind of controlled combat, each trying to win its place over the other, I being the underdog in chains. It was delicious! Worth every spank, worth every fearful moment.

She was scented only naturally, and heavily so. She must have been heating up more than I during her dominance of my body and mind. I could tell by the lush wetness of her lips and slit she was gushing juice up at me, begging me to drink it all and make room for more. I did my best to grant her every wish and dove continually back into her for more. My tongue worked overtime and time again to scoop out every drop it could, delivering it back to my throat upon scintillated taste buds eager for more. I made sure my nose kept nuzzling her clit, pushing it around, compressing it and letting it flick by under pressure. I continued to breath through heavenly scented nostrils, taking her aroma in with every deep breath. I know my cock was doing all it could to poke holes in the back of the couch.

Suddenly she bucked up at me and half yelled and half moaned out loud. Her orgasm had hit her like a train and it was driving us up into the mountains. We climbed together, me humping the couch in some small, reflexive attempt to cum, while delivering her the blow of her live. I puffed her up with a deep breath delivered into her and then inhaled it back out of her. She bucked again, even harder. It was apparent she’d never had that done before, and frankly I had only done it that once. It just seemed the right thing to do. We were so intent on being one body, connected so intimately as to make no mistake that we were the same, that whole new ideas were coming to mind, and whole new sensations were coming to our bodies.

She bucked up a third time and locked her thighs around my head and pulled me back down with her. Had she held me like that for long, I’d have suffocated. As it was, her next buck of orgasm popped me back up for air, only to be sucked right back down again. This time, she gave me two tiny bucks, as if to signal something. I realized she wanted me to blow her up again and gladly complied. 

She timed her next buck up stroke to my inhale of her exhaust and we both groaned in ecstasy beyond imagination. This new idea had proved to be such a hit we finished her off with several more cycles of blowing and sucking her cunt to exhaustion. 

She fell back down on the table one last time and stayed there. Thankfully, and still quite surprising to me, my head felt far too comfortable in her crotch to want to remove it. She let me stay as well, and we caught our breath for several minutes.

Eventually, I felt her hands come down gently on my head and massage it as they pushed it around in her crotch. She was humming her approval of the act just completed and saying nothing else. She just kept massaging her pussy by controlling the back of my head. I had no complaints, only a vague question of what could possibly be next.

We rested like this for some further time. After she finally had enough of my face in her lap, she picked my head up by the hair and harness, backed away by pushing off from the couch, climbed up off the table and walked around the room a bit. I surmised she was “walking it off,” a recovery operation I was excluded from. I heard her rummaging in her things again, or thought I did, and wondered what bizarre fantasy was next. If she were going to let me have mine, she would have untied me by now. So I resigned myself to more discipline and possibly pain. Once again I began to wonder if I was going to regret this day. Yet, with all that had happened so far, my mind drifted into another foggy world of fond memory of being cradled in her groin like a baby in the womb. It had been warm, delicious, and safe, almost loving.

Chapter Six

The ball gag was shoved back in my mouth. I felt and heard her fastening it down. I was once again silenced. My shirt had been pulled back from my head and up my back, but my pants not pulled back up. They and my jockeys remained at my feet, held there by no more than their presence below the cuffs. I was hoping that she was at least going to move me. Being humped over the couch for nearly an hour now was having its negative impact on my blood and body. My face must be red, I thought, though there was no one but her to see it. My legs were getting stiff. My stomach was crunched enough now to completely aggravate the tension I was feeling from my weight upon it. PLEASE, I thought, move me.

The next sensations were of some kind of straps being fastened to my knees. They were then pulled together somehow, probably similarly to the wrists. I realized this woman was a master of ropes and leverage. She always seemed to manage to set up a new position and restraint plan while I was still helpless under the old one. Then she would release the old restrictions, and execute some new arrangement flawlessly, truly preventing me from escaping at any point. 

I could yell of course, or thrash around like a fish on the deck of a boat, but I did not. Perhaps it was that one last bit of control I did possess that kept me from panicking. It was sufficient comfort in control of my destiny to grant me the slightest modicum of reassurance that I was not in any real physical danger. Now if only I could count on her to not ruin my social and professional life too.

“Get up!” Her words stung my ears as she pulled on the rope from my head harness to my hand cuffs behind, helping me to stand and straighten. The stretch felt good and I relaxed enough to lick my lips again, savoring the taste of this dominance freak once again. She may be running the show, but I was sure not lacking for excitement, lust, and now reward.

She applied a collar to my neck and must have run another rope from my hand cuffs around my body to the front and through a ring affixed to the collar for the next jerk of a rope pulled my head forward and my hands around and up toward my chin. When they could go no further, wrists touching the underside of my Adam’s Apple, She was walking, tugging on the rope, leading me like her dog. I had no other choice but to move my feet below my knees to keep my balance. 

The restriction on my knees however forced me to take very short steps, no more than a few inches at a time, and only with the aid of moving my hips alternately up and down to allow my feet to clear the carpet at the appointed steps. I had no choice but to follow her. And she didn’t move slow! I had to almost hop at times to keep up. The one saving fact was that the minute we started walking, I stepped out of my pants, more by instinct than anything else.

We traveled a distance that I figured must get us to the bedroom. I had seen so little of the suite when we had stepped in that I was pretty much lost now. She turned me around roughly, using the rope holding my wrists to my chin, and her other hand I guess to push on my shoulder. I complied as quickly as my bound state would let me.

She let go, left me standing there. I heard more rustling around, even a couple mechanical clicks and the like. For the life of me, I could not figure out what she was doing. I felt a slight breeze go by on several occasions, as she must have been moving around quite a nearby, but that was about the only thing I did know. She owned me.

I next felt her hands on my cock. It was such a shock that I flinched embarrassingly, pulling my hips back, as if she were hammering me with a club, rather than stroking me with her cool soft hands.

“So! You still don’t trust me?” She was a woman of few words. There followed no explanation, no demand for a response, only some more rustling and then what I could only surmise was round two, began!

I felt rather than heard her next move. What could only be a heel point and shoe toe combination pushed on my bare chest and forced me off balance to the rear. Fortunately, I was at the foot of the bed. I collapsed on my butt on the firm mattress. If I remembered correctly, I was facing a mirror over the low credenza along the wall, with my back to the head of the king sized bed. I felt tugs on my wrists, which were still affixed to my collar.

The next sensation was of her fingers manipulating the hand cuffs and releasing me from the collar. I dropped my hands, out and to my rear to support me on the bed, then stretched the kinked muscles out of my torso. After a minute, I pulled on my arms, trying to lean forward to remove my blindfold, thinking my “training,” or whatever she had been performing, was done. 

Much to my surprise, my hands wouldn’t move from the outstretched position! I tugged harder, but they were held, probably by the ropes she had so carefully and skillfully adjusted and repositioned. I relaxed my arms in concession, only to feel them pulled suddenly and dramatically to my rear. They were pulled so far in fact, in a brief moment, I was totally taken in by the surprise and my hands pulled all the way behind me, toward the head of the bed.

The strain on my shoulders with my arms bent back so severely prompted me to immediately scramble on my but up the bed to relieve the pressure. My action was effective in that my arms were pulled out some and then not pulled any longer. They were affixed to something where the bed met the wall, probably to an anchor she had installed using more line around and under the bed. I was surprised at how effective my senses were picking up possibilities from the sound, smell and touch of what little I could take in. I was completely surprised to realize my shirt must have been another cleverly removed item, during the switch from cuffs fastened to my collar, to cuffs now fastened to the head of the bed. I was naked, with my arms tied above and behind me. And then the feet followed, spread-eagled and secured to the bottom sides of the bed. 

I couldn’t see a thing. The blindfold was intact and in place. My cock shriveled in the sudden fear and exposure of lying completely naked before a stranger, and my embarrassment was complete. This woman could do as little as simply leave and I was to suffer indignity that I might never live down. She could go to opposite extremes and hurt, or even kill me, taking whatever pleasure she wanted in the process, and there would be nothing I could do. Only one other alternative presented itself, though I was hard pressed to dream of it. She could pleasure herself, and me, to no end. I sure hoped I was dealing with door number three!

Chapter Seven

I was truly regretting my audacity, my nerve, my totally self-serving and sinful decision to attempt to bed this Latina redhead and cheat on my wife. I thought of my kids, and what they would think if they suddenly walked in on what was going on in that room. Unknowingly, I was beginning to pull and strain at the ropes securing me to the bed. 

Then in total confusion yet again, the ball was removed from my mouth. Was I about to get another drink? Was I once again to be brought to the well of her delicious and delirious delight? I was hoping with all my might.

Whack! It made a lot more noise than it did pain. I felt the unmistakable slap of leather on my thigh. Whack! It crossed my other thigh. It came again, and again, surely reddening my skin, and driving my now petite penis into oblivion. I was near the point of cracking, of breaking out into a blood curdling yell of panic, when the leather stopped, the bed moved under her weight upon it, and my face was suddenly filled once again with the delicious and aromatic sex of my tormentor’s pussy.

She put her weight right down on me. I next felt her sucking my limp prick out of its hole while her tits rested on my stomach just above my hips. How could I go from panic to lustful bliss in one breath?

I think she was becoming frustrated, having trouble shocking my cock out of its shriveled state. Her hips suddenly started grinding her pussy into my face as if it were punishing me for not responding. Whatever her reason was, its effect was to jump-start the little “tough guy” hiding between my balls and start his countdown to lift off. 

Once started of course, my cock had a mind of its own. It was like a racehorse, as if it had been restrained somehow, and once released, was running full speed to the finish line. It poked up as fast as was physically possible and was banging on the back of her throat in no time. I, meanwhile, used my tongue and teeth alternately to ravish the feast pressing down upon me. Each time she would rock her hips forward, I would bend and contort my neck at just the right moment, and nibble her clit to move just a little further. I was fighting back.

As this motion continued, she began a Pavlov’s Dog response on each forward stroke. And each time it exaggerated just a bit further. When I thought I was getting just about all the distance I could from her hips, I timed my next move impeccably. Her pussy moved forward, then despite my mouth not following this time, bumped forward yet a little more. I had indeed moved my mouth in just the opposite direction. At the precise moment of maximum forward, I tilted my head back and used my tongue like a battering ram, bursting through her sphincter muscle on the first plunge.

She froze, lifting her head off my now upright cock, and remained silent, my tongue still pushed through her hole and impaling her. My eyes were wide open behind the blindfold, wondering just how much trouble I was in now.

“What the hell….” She rose from my cock, pushing off from the mattress and lifting those glorious globes off my loins. “You like that hole too?” Her voice was incredulous, as if she couldn’t believe that I could be so insolent as to take the initiative and attack her ass while she was so very much in charge. “Wellll,” She dragged out the word, “You should have told me.”

The Latina Woman sat upright, her full sitting weight pressed down on my face, centered over my mouth and pivoting on her rectal entry. My tongue was not pressing so hard suddenly, pulling back in fact from fear of reprisal. What had I done? What was she about?

To my immense relief, she rose and took the burden off my face. I couldn’t help but lick my lips and then put my tongue back in my mouth. A smile even escaped me, prompted by the mischievous accomplishment. As I opened my mouth to chuckle audibly at the little caper, the ball was reinserted, and with more than a little force. It was secured there once again.

I felt ropes, or something, being fastened to the cuffs on my legs, just above the knees. More rustling. I felt my legs released! I brought them together in a kind of womanly fashion and reveled in the sudden release and laxness on my groin muscles. I even bent my knees to give them a chance to contract from their previous outstretched position.

The pleasure was soon lost. I felt my knees suddenly restrained from somewhere near my head. Each time I relaxed them, they were bent back further, and I could not regain the ground that I’d lost. She had some kind of “thing” going with the ropes again and before long my knees were nearly at my chest. At least I could keep them together. With the sudden anger I had inspired in her, I was glad to have been able to close my knees first, then have them pulled up, now covering and protecting my balls and cock. I felt my ankles tugged again, held toward the foot of the bed. She now had me still on my back, but with my torso bent in two, a fetal position on my back. At least I was able to self protect.