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Adultery

By: Susimol



On a dark, rainy evening, Sushma was walking hurriedly down the street to the main road to catch a bus back home. She worked for a leading automobile ancilliary company in the bustling textile city of Coimbatore as an accounts assistant.. Sushma was a 30 year old demure lady slightly plump, fair and not very tall, married at the age of 22 to her sweetheart in college. Sridhar, her husband was a young and upcoming politician and at the age of 35, looked destined to achieve greater heights. Theirs' was a love match, in the face of great opposition from both families as they belonged to different communities. Even today, in this era of computers and information technology, caste differences and prejudices still exist in India and these surface rapidly and violently in issues like marriage. Sushma was from the priestly, (upper caste) conservative Brahmin community while her husband was from a lower caste, that of carpenters. Despite stiff opposition from her conservative upper caste family who felt humiliated at their daughter marrying one from a very low social background, Sushma stood firm and finally eloped with Sridhar and got married.

However, eight years & two children down the line, she was not too sure that her decision was the right one. For, right from the beginning her husband seemed to have an inferiority complex which surfaced violently whenever they quarrelled. Also being an active local political leader of an important political party, he always was either away touring or having his political cronies keep dropping home at staying on late while he was in town. As a result they had no sex life to speak of. Things got progressively worse as the years went by and Sushma felt terribly neglected and lonely. To add to her frustrations, her mother also settled down with them after the death of her husband. Now, it would have been bearable if the old crone was a quiet type, but unfortunately she was tarter with a razor sharp tongue. Atogether, Sushma felt as she trailed along in the rain, life was a bitch. And to top it all she was getting quite wet as one of the metal struts in her umbrella had broken and it would not open fully.

She heard the purring sound of a scooter coming up behind her and as she turned, it braked to a halt beside her.

"Would you like to be dropped at the bus stop,"asked a deep male voice. "I know being a scooter you may hesitate but you are getting wet", it continued.

It was a senior manager of the marketing department, Mr. Sayeed Hussain. She hesitated for a minute sheepishly standing on the road.

"Come on," he said impatiently, "You will get thoroughly drenched by the time you walk to the bus stop." She haltingly hopped on at the back and as they moved off he said, " Hang on properly and don't feel embarrassed."

Sushma was thankful that there were hardly any people on the street and more importantly none of her colleagues. This was the first time she was riding pillion on a scooter and that too with a relative stranger. For although Mr. Hussain worked in the same office, she hardly had anything to do with him directly although a couple of times, he had given her, along with some other colleagues, a lift in his car to the bus stop.

Mr.Hussain was a bit of a maverick, having his own down to earth style in doing things. In a rather stiff and old fashioned atmosphere of their company, where senior managers went around only in chauffeur driven cars, Hussain used a scooter half the time and did his own driving whenever he used his car. In his late 30s, with his greying hair, he had a hansome, commanding presence and people always seemed a little wary of him.

They reached the bus stop and he slowed down. "Aren't you staying in the Ram Nagar area?", he asked suddenly. "I am also going that side so I can drop you at home. It's anyway dark and you may have wait a long time to get a bus," he continued.

"No-o Sir please don't trouble yourself," she stammered.

"Nonsense, we'll be there in 10 minutes. No trouble at all," he replied.

The intensity of the rain increased however and by the time they reached her house both of them were completely drenched. Seeing the house in total darkness he asked, "Isn't your family around?"

"My husband has gone to Delhi to attend a political convention Sir and my mother and children have gone for a holiday to Madras to stay with some relatives," she replied. "But Sir you are completely drenched," she exclaimed. "Please come in and dry yourself and let the rain subside before you go."

They went in and she got him a towel to rub himself. She excused herself saying," Sir I will be back in five minutes. I will just change and get you some tea."

"That will be very welcome. Thanks Sushma and don't keep calling me Sir. It makes me feel really stiff and uncomfortable. Call me Sayeed," he said.

She smiled and went away. In a short while they were sitting and sipping tea and talking. Hussain started telling her about his family. Mrs. Hussain was a housewife and their 2 boys aged 11 and 9 were both in a boarding school. Hussain appeared to be quite happy with his home front. "Except," he confessed with a wry grin, "Sometimes things appear a little dull, after 12 years of married life."

Sushma found herself nodding in agreement and began telling him about her life. Time went by and they found a strange intimacy growing between them unconsciously. They started talking about their company, colleagues and work. He started telling her about his tours and the talk veered around to his trip to the hill station town of Kodaikanal the next evening.

Sushma exclaimed, " You are lucky to be able to go to such lovely places often. I have never been to Kodai though I have asked my husband many times to take me for a holiday there. He is too busy."

Hussain gave her a wicked smile and asked her in a conspiratorial tone, "Would you like to accompany me this time. I am there for two days and we could really do a lot of sightseeing."

Sushma was taken aback and blushed. "Oh Sir!", she gasped.

"Why, what is the problem? Its only for two days. In any case your family is not here. You could always say that you had to go on an official trip for two days just in case someone asks you. We could really have a wonderful time you know. Kodai is lovely at this time of the year," he persuaded.

"But won't people come to know?" she asked haltingly.

"How will they? We will go in my car. We can leave early morning so that we get there in time for lunch. Don't worry Sushma," he replied.

He looked at his watch and exclaimed, "My God! It is ten past eight. My wife will be wondering what happened. Ok Sushma I will pick you up at around six tomorrow morning. Make sure you pack some good clothes. We must try some of the good eating joints there."

Sharp at six the next morning Hussain picked her up. Sushma was terribly nervous and kept saying, "Sayeed, I am really frightened."

He reasurred her saying in a soothing tone, "Sushma Dear don't worry. We will have no problem."

As the car moved out of the town, she began to relax. Hussain was a very entertaining conversationalist and used his considerable charm to keep her captivated with his interesting talk. She found herself laughing at his jokes with genuine mirth and began to tell him about her interests and likes.

By noon they reached Kodaikanal having had a couple of short breaks in between. Hussain had already prepared her for the check in at the hotel as a married couple to avoid complications. They checked in, had a wash before going for lunch. After lunch Hussain had to go and meet someone in connection with his work so Sushma stayed in the room. It was late before he got back.

"I am awfully sorry Sushma Dear, I got held up," he apologized. "Anyway the good news is that my work is over and I can be with you throughout for the rest of our stay so we can really enjoy ourselves."

After a superb meal in the restaurant they walked back to the room and he casually slipped his hand around her waist. She trembled at his touch and began to feel very nervous for although she never had any illusions about their trip and was actually eagerly anticipating the delights of the forbidden fruit, this was the first time she going to be unfaithful to her husband and have intercourse with another man. They entered their room and locked it.

"At last!", he exclaimed, "We are all alone in peace and quiet. Sushma Dear have I ever told you that I have really longed for this from the moment I first set my eyes on you."

"Oh Sayeed I am so nervous about the whole thing. I feel shaky all over," she replied trembling.

Saying, "I told you darling there's nothing to worry about," he enfolded her in his arms and started kissing her face gently, tracing his lips from her forehead, to her cheeks, her nose and her chin, biting her earlobes gently. Gradually he brought his lips to her's and started kissing them, increasing in force all the time, nibbling her lush lips, and as her sweet mouth yielded his tongue darted inside duelling with her tongue and rapidly moving to all corners of her mouth. Initially she was overwhelmed by the suddenness of the event; slowly she relaxed and as her passion built up she started enjoying the prolonged kissing and the mingling of their saliva. She wanted to submit to all his desires and for him to take her and enjoy her to his heart's desire.

"Aaah!," she exclaimed. "Take me my love and enjoy me to your heart's content."

Her words served to inflame his passion as he moved his lips to her fair throat, gently disrobing her saree while unhooking her blouse and then her bra. In no time both of them had stripped naked. Words were unnecessary as he lifted her and put her on the bed and climbing in as well.

The pace quickened as he kneaded her shapely and ample breasts and bent down to start licking and then sucking her hard and aroused rose coloured nipples. He rolled them around in his mouth, teased them with his tongue and teeth, nipping and sucking them for quite some time. He then brought up his erect penis towards her face. She saw that it was red and throbbing, much larger than her husband's and the thought that this would be deep inside her aroused her to greater heights. She, who had never taken a man's organ into her mouth, was eager to smell it and feel it with her lips and tongue. He rubbed it across her face and nose (she was excited by the feel and loved its faint masculine smell) pushed it against her lips and as they opened, put it into her mouth hitting right at the end . The unfamiliar feel of a huge object in her mouth made her gag initially but as her mouth adjusted to its size she started pushing at its opening with her tongue and sucking at it sending Hussain into greater heights of arousal. He pulled out of her mouth and went down to her vaginal opening. His tongue darted out and licked the entire area around her portal and finally snaked inside and explored every inch, sucking, licking and gobbling greedily, licking and swallowing her sweet juices which came oozing out as her ecstasy deepened. Her womanly smell and the sticky nectar was driving him to the brink of explosion. Quickly he rose and positioned his body on top of her. She clutched at him fiercely wanting him inside her immediately and as he hesitated cried out, " Quick Sayeee Darling I want you to do it to me now," raking his back with her nails.

He said, "Sush Sweetheart I forgot to bring condoms. I don't want to make you pregnant."

"Don't worry Sayee Darling. I am using the loop. Now quickly take me," she whispered urgently.

He hesitated no longer and opening her lush lower lips with his fingers put his pulsating, thirsting organ at her entrance and plunged deep and brutally into her orifice.

"Oooohh!!," the air in her lungs gushed out as she gasped with the intense painful pleasure.

Then alternating between savagely sucking and biting her breasts and brutally kissing and chewing her soft mouth he smashed into her deeper and deeper with every stroke. This went on and on and after multiple orgasms Sushma felt she would be torn all over by the savage biting and sucking of her nipples and mouth and the incredibly powerful thrusts. All at once Hussain stopped, his swollen member so deep inside that she thought it must be right inside her womb and then it started. His organ exploded and his furious and copious discharge coincided with her final delirious climax. As he emptied into her she almost blacked out with the enormity of her pleasure. Finally it was over and they lay still to catch their breath.

The stay at Kodai surpassed her wildest dreams of pleasure as they made love as many times they had energy to do so. Hussain's mouth and tongue became familiar with every inch of her body and all her recesses. They returned to Coimbatore exhausted but satiated. Sushma's body was so bruised and she felt so drained out, her luscious breasts so black and blue that she took two days leave to take rest and recuperate.

They continued their adultrous relationship whenever they had the opportunity. Hussain bought a small cottage in nearby Ooty and they still sneak off for a sinful weekend whenever they are able to do so. For both of them it is a perfect arrangement, not having to break off their married lives at the same time having a wonderful time.

I hope my readers enjoyed this story. Should you want to email me, please do so at -- susimol_2000@yahoo.com.

Adultery



Many thanks to Angel Love for editing this story and for the kind comments. 

*

My name is Sebastian Dahl; I'm a 40-year-old partner in an accounting business in my Scandinavian hometown. The events that created this story began on a sunny Spring morning when I and my family, consisting of my 38- year-old wife Helene, Jenny a fourteen-year-old daughter and Robin, my twelve-year-old son were sitting around the breakfast table. It was one of those usual mornings when everybody was in a hurry. Helene and I were going to our jobs and the children to their school. 

Then Jenny tried to snap my newspaper and my spoon fell to the floor. I got under the table for taking it up and noted that Helene was wearing a pair of expensive socks with a small red spot on the right big toe. The spot was my fault and had caused me some problems after I had done it in a stupid painting accident. Helene did not listen to my attempts to joke about it saying that if somebody took off her shoes, it wasn't because he was interested in her socks.

About three Helene rang to my job and said they had some problem at her job and she had to work overtime for a couple of hours. She asked me to buy some take away food on my way home. 

Half past seven I heard her car on our driveway, pretended to be a butler and met her at the door where I took her jacket. 

She kicked off her shoes and I tried to give her a hug, but to my great surprise she pushed me away and said, "Not now," which took only a few seconds but I noted three strange things during that short time. First: A feared look in her face for a short moment. Second: During the short moment I've been close to her I had noted a strange scent of soap, just as she had taken a shower before she came home. Third: The sock with the small red spot was now on her left foot.

I calmed down enough to ask her, "Anything special that caused the overtime?"

"No, the old usual reason, last minute reports to the head office and problems with the computers."

"Even I have problems at the job. Have to go there and fix a thing I forgot to do before I went home tonight. It shouldn't take more than an hour." 

I think Helene was glad that I was leaving her alone for a while. At the office I wrote a letter to her. 

'Dear Mrs. Dahl, 

I have to say that your cheating on your good husband is both very unpleasant and very unexpected news for me. I really hope that you will regret your shameless behavior and save me from the duty telling him the truth. 

My condition for remaining silent is that you at your work tomorrow (Thursday) shall wear a black knee long skirt and a black top as a sign of your regrets. From Friday morning and until you are otherwise told you shall wear a thin silver bracelet (always visible) on your right ankle.' 

Faithful as our mail system is, if mailed at the post office before seven o'clock in the morning will be delivered the same day. 

I ran some errands before going home after work on Wednesday so Helene had time to read and hide the letter. She had obviously done that, because on Thursday morning she came to breakfast in requested black clothes. Now she had confessed her cheating and my next problem was to find out with whom she had done it.

I asked her, "Are you going to a funeral today? Who is dead?" 

She replied, "Fashion." 

"Is the damn 'fashion' dead? Why are you mourning?

We ought to save a lot of money." Our children began to laugh and Helene got angry and left the table. 

At my job I wrote a new letter to her, which she got on Friday.

'Dear Mrs. Dahl, Your serious intentions to save your marriage are leading you against total forgiveness. Keep going on the right path.

Your faithful friend.' 

On Friday morning she was wearing a silver chain around her left ankle and I asked: "What the hell is that? Isn't that a secret sign for swingers and cheaters? What in the hell have you got involved in?" 

She got furious, blushed and shouted, "Are you totally mad? Several of the girls at the job are using those and I like to have one."

"Since when are you working at a whorehouse?" 

Now even Jenny got angry and shouted, "What's the matter with you dad? Let her have it if she likes it." 

I left for my job without further comments. I had so many things to do during the day. The most important thing was renting an apartment. I was lucky to have useful connections and the younger brother of one of my old classmates had three months left of his service in our Kfor battalion (international peace keeping forces) in Kosovo. The apartment was exactly what I needed, I paid my friend for a month, got the keys and promised to be out in good time before his brother came home.

On Friday evening we had our usual 'family fun' and I did my best to be a jolly fellow as usual. After the kids had gone to their rooms for sleep, Helene and I shared a bottle of wine and had our usual small talk. When we got to bed, she had obviously expected some sex and got in a bad mood when I told her that I was tired and wanted to sleep. 

On Saturday evening we were invited to a birthday party at one of our neighbor's gardens and had a good time until late night. Back home she was angry because I had neglected her during the evening and spent too much time with the newly divorced Sarah. No attempts for sex from either of us, which was OK for me. 

On Monday I wrote a new letter for her, which she picked up on Tuesday lunchtime. I knew that because I had observed her on Thursday when she did a quick stop at home. I wrote:

'Dear Mrs. Dahl.

I really appreciate your honest attempts to leave your sinful behaviors behind you. This condition can be one of the last or even the last one, which depends on how well it is done. You shall this very evening, a week after your shameless cheating, ring your lover six times, three times from your cell phone to his cell phone and three times from your home phone to his home phone. You shall only say "Can I speak to Bongo?" Your benefits of the calls will depend on how surprised or mad your lover will be.

Your faithful friend.' 

I hadn't much hope of anything coming out of this, but all my other efforts during the week to find out who the damn lover was had not given me the slightest clue. But my letters had her obeying my conditions, which was her confession to be guilty to the cheating.

At home after work on Tuesday I told her that I had promised to jump into a bowling gang for replacing a sick guy but I would be back no later than nine. She had no objections and I think I could hear a sigh of relief, but wasn't sure about that. Back home I told her that I had to do some job before I could go to sleep, which I really had. While taking a cup of coffee in the kitchen I checked the caller Id on the phone, which was deleted. 

Immediately after she said good night, I checked the hidden caller Id in my office and there were three outgoing calls to the same number this evening. A check on the web told me that the user had paid for having the number out of catalogs. I listened to the recorder and the man who replied to those three calls had replied with 'hello,' which was not common in this country. Almost all people reply to private calls with their name or at least pet name or phone number. 

My guess now was that he had gotten information about the expected calls from her after lunch. However, I knew the number and began to think about ways to find out the owner. After some thinking I decided to check the member's list of the local golf club and the 1500 phone numbers to be compared. When I was ready to give up, I found it; Wall, Anne-Marie and on the line under hers Wall, Tommy. 

I logged into my personal page at the telecom company we used and found a few calls to Wall's number in the last invoice. There was even a large number of unknown cell phone numbers in the list, but most of them were probably friends to our kids so I left them without further attention. 

I knew that Tommy Wall was a fellow worker to Helene at the insurance company. He was some kind of semi boss there and I had met him a few times at some party and at the golf club. This Tommy was a very social and polite fellow in some people's opinion and an ass-kisser in many others. I had never heard him mentioned as a pussy hound and Helene had never talked about him at home. 

Hadn't it been for that spot on her sock, she could have continued to fuck that asshole for ages. I got what I had been waiting for. My plans were already done and fitted in perfect for the present situation and tomorrow should be my turn to have some action day in this sad matter. I was in a jolly mood when I went to bed. Helene was still awake and obviously waiting to get some sex. 

She got very confused when I refused her with a short and simple, "Not tonight." 

"What's the matter with you? Are you still mad for my bracelet? Are you really so naive that you think it means something?" 

"I don't care a shit about your terrible bracelet, but I'm tired and want to sleep, good night." 

"Holy Lord, what have I done?" 

Of course she knew what she had done. Was she really so stupid that she didn't understand that I suspected her of cheating or did she think that as I hadn't said anything, I didn't know anything. 

The next morning our relation was so chilly that Jenny immediately noted that something was wrong between us and shouted, "What's the matter with you? For heaven's sake don't say that even you are going to divorce just as all other damn parents? Are you?" 

I replied, "Ask your mom."

Helene replied her, "Of course not, we are only a bit tired of too much job to do, everything will be fine." 

I left the table before I got any further questions and went for my new apartment. One hour later I was back at my house with cardboard boxes. At ten a car stopped at the street and the driver took me to a garage where a yellow van was waiting for us. I changed clothes to a mailman's uniform, put on a blonde wig, blonde moustache and put on glasses. Then we left in the yellow van. 

At Helene's job the yellow van stopped near the main entrance, I went in and told the reception girl that I had a private mail to Tommy Wall and he had to sign the receipt. She told where I could find him and I found the door to his office. I opened the door and rushed the few steps to the desk where he was sitting. I took him by total surprise and hit him so hard on his nose that I heard how it crushed. Then I gave him several hard hits in his face so he fell to the floor where I gave his balls several hard kicks, which got him unconscious. I turned on the red "busy" sign outside his door and left his office. 

I waved hello to the reception girl and left the building. 

Soon I was back at my house again. When Helene came home during her lunch to check the mailbox, she noted that my car was in the driveway with an open back door. 

She came in to see what I was doing in the house at that time, saw the cardboard boxes and shouted, "What the hell are you doing?" 

"Moving out"

"Why in the hell?" 

"Because you damn shameless bitch have been fucking on the side and have such an impudence that you are bragging about it with that damn whore sign on your ankle."

"Holy Lord, we told the children this morning that we had no plans for divorce."

"You told them, but you lied as usual." 

"I love you, only you. The damn affair was a big onetime mistake and is history."

"Since when?"

"Several months ago." 

"You lying bitch. I know for sure that you fucked that damn scumbag only a week ago when you pretended to work overtime. Who is he?" 

"Tommy Wall." 

"Tommy Wall? Who in the hell is he?"

"He works at my job." 

"Oh my God, you are fucking that Tommy Wall, a damn feminine ass-licker. Probably even an ass fucker. That damn chain on your leg must be his 'owner's mark', isn't it? You denied, but I knew it was a whore sign and how right I was?"

I was naughty to her about the bracelet because her cheating with the creep Wall was so many times worse. But I began to feel a slight remorse for acting as an asshole. Now she began to cry, snatched off the bracelet from her ankle and threw it into garbage can in the kitchen. I didn't ask further questions about Wall. 

Helene began to cry hysterically and begged me to forgive her and stay in the house. I told her that it was better for the kids to stay with her in the house and it was why I was leaving instead of throwing her out. I had to think about the situation. I gave her the address to my apartment and told her my condition for her to stay in the house was that neither Wall nor any other boyfriend was allowed to visit her at the house as long as I was the legal owner.

She agreed and told me that her affair with Wall was already ended and that he was both the first and the last affair for her and it was the worst mistake she had ever done in all her life. She rang her job and said she had to stay at home after lunch.

I couldn't keep my mouth shut and asked her, "Does Wall know that he is dumped? Or could it be my cardboard boxes which caused the dumping?" 

She didn't answer anything because Robin came home from school and I told him about my apartment and I was going to live there for a while. He took it rather cool and his only comment was something about that we were of the same crap as other parents. Jenny took it much harder when she came home. She demanded to know why and Helene told her the truth that she had been unfaithful with a fellow worker. Then she accused Helene for lying to her at the breakfast and rushed into her room. I went into her and told her that she and Robin were welcome to see me as often they wanted. Then I left the house with my boxes. 

Seven o'clock somebody rang my doorbell and there stood Monica Gustafsson, one of my two very best friends. The other one was her husband Allan. She is a very handsome natural blonde, the most beautiful woman I know. She is a little taller and little slimmer than Helene and has a sweeter smile. But she is not any stupid blonde, far from that. Today she is a respected and feared boss at one of the banks in town. 

We have been best friends since both families bought houses in the same area and had a baby daughter almost at the same time. She came into my living room, sat down and said, "Jenny is in a mess and asked me to check out what the hell is going on with you and Helene." 

"Have you talked to Helene?" 

"Not yet, I want to hear your version first." 

I told her the truth that I had noticed a scent of soap when Helene came home from her 'overtime' with the sock on a wrong foot a week ago and that she had now confessed having an affair with Tommy Wall. I didn't tell her anything about my own actions in that matter. The only thing I said was that I hadn't touched her since then and I stayed at home for a week because it had taken some time to fix an apartment. 

Then she asked me about my plans for divorce and once again I told her the truth that I had not decided anything about that yet. Monica advised me to calm down for a while and not do anything stupid. Then she invited me to a barbeque at their house Saturday evening and to be nice to Helene. She said that Allan and she refused to choose between Helene and me and expected us to remain friends as usual. 

I promised to be a good boy and she left after some neutral small talk. The next evening Allan called me and asked me if I needed any help. I told him that everything was under control. Then my children came to see me and they told me that mom had cried several times and told them she wanted me to come home soon.

At Friday I got an unexpected visitor at my job. My partner was away visiting a customer. Our two employed girls and I were having a coffee break when a cute blonde female police officer in uniform came in. I asked her to have a cup of coffee. 

She had a good laugh when Annelie, our young blonde employee told her, "It's at your own risk because it is Sebastian's week to fix coffee and he usually makes a mess of it." 

The policewoman asked laughingly, "The boss is the coffee fixer here?" 

Then Ella, the other girl replied, "Only one week a month, anything further would be cruel treatment of the employees."

After the coffee the policewoman followed me to my office for a private talk. She told me: "A Tommy Wall has been assaulted at his office, do you know him?" 

"Not much, but my wife knows him much better." 

"How come?" 

"They work at the same office and use to fuck with each other. He is the reason to why I've left my wife. I want to have a sincere talk with him, that's for sure." 

"Aren't you an 'officer and gentleman'? Is such a thing really OK for your image?"

"I used to be a reservist but today we don't have neither any 'other side' nor much left of the defense forces. Of course, reservists are welcome in our United Nation units where the regulars don't want to go. I've been thinking about Afghanistan."

"No need to runaway. It doesn't help. I know how you are feeling because I have dumped my boyfriend for his cheating and it hurts like hell." 

"You are probably right but everything feels like a damn mess." 

She nodded, then continued, "The reason why I'm working with this Wall case is that my boss got a message from higher up that Wall's case must have highest priority. The boss doesn't like it because in his opinion the other 73 cases waiting for investigation are as important as that 'Casanova' Wall. It is therefore he got a 'stupid blonde' on the case to be sure that it remains unsolved. Do you agree that blonde girls are usually stupid?" 

"Of course not. Annelie, the young blonde girl who joked about my bad coffee has the highest IQ at this company. None of us others can beat her in those IQ tests. Once she persuaded us to compete about a week's salary and won over both my partner and me. I'm sure that there is a sharp brain even under your blonde curls." 

"Thank you. I hope you're right. My boss thinks I'm a stupid blonde, but hopefully not so stupid as he thinks because I have already solved this Wall case." 

Then she gave me the sweetest smile I had seen in long time and continued, "But I'm told that the boss is always right so there's no reason for you to run for Afghanistan."

Then she looked me straight in my eyes and said, "Promise me that you don't do any harm to that scumbag Wall in the future."

"I can't say no to a sweet blonde."

Then she gave me her card and told me to call her if I got any further information about Wall. I looked at the card and said to her, "Could you please write your private number. Just in case I'm beginning to date smart blondes." 

She gave me a sweet smile, wrote a cell number and said, "Sorry, but I must say no thanks as long as I'm working with this case. But who knows what can happen after that?" 

When she had left, I felt much better again. She was exactly the right girl I wanted to date for the time being. Of course, it was playing with fire if she suspected me for sending Wall to the hospital. But she couldn't nail me without any evidence and I didn't think she would work too hard to get any. My main reason for wanting to date her was that she was pretty, very pretty.

At Monica's barbeque Helene was already sitting in a chair in the garden and after greeting Monica and Allan I joined her in the chair next to hers. She was beautiful. She really wanted to show me what I was missing. She was right. I missed her like hell. 

After the greetings she looked me right in my eyes and said with a low voice, "I miss you." 

I replied, "I miss you too, very much indeed. I'll sleep in the spare room at home tonight so we can have some private talk then. Let's not spoil the evening for our friends. They are working hard for getting us together again."




Adultery



"You can bet that I'm praying for their success." 

We had a pleasant afternoon and evening with our friends. Of course, it was impossible to hide all my chilly feelings for Helene but nobody could complain about my behavior during the whole evening. Back home she asked me to sleep in our bed but I refused and she came into the spare room with nightcaps for us. I asked her if she and Wall had been in our house during some long lunch. She denied and even denied being in his home.

I told her that a police officer had been at my job asking questions about Wall, who had obviously been assaulted. I said that such a damn scumbag must have a whole bunch of enemies who wanted to teach him a lesson. Helene told me that he was still at the hospital and there were many rumors at her job but nobody knew for sure. 

She told me that Wall had bragged about their affair to some of their fellow workers, who had told it to the police and therefore a female police had been at her job and asked questions about her affair and about me. Helene said that she had not told more than necessary but told the truth. 

I asked her, "Can you tell the truth even to me?" 

"I'll do anything for you that can help me out from this mess." 

"OK, take a step forward by telling me how long your 'love story' has gone on?" 

"I would rather say nightmare. It began at a two days course two months ago and we have met two times since then. It is the worst mistake I ever made in my life."

"Because I got to know about it? Why did you do it? Am I so bad that you need somebody on the side? And why such a damn creep as that Wall?" 

"It had nothing to do with you. The first time was a typical 'conference fuck'. He bought me a few drinks, was a keen dancer, witty and polite. I had a good time during the evening and couldn't put a full stop to it in time. Of course, I had a terrible remorse when I came home and said to myself 'never again'. To my great surprise he continued to be nice to me at the job and invited me to pleasant lunches at nice restaurants. I felt like a romantic schoolgirl again and regarded his courting and our first overtime fucking as some kind of 'bonus' sex, which spiced up my sex with you. The last time I did it with him on Tuesday last week wasn't any highlight at all. Neither with him at a motel nor with you treating me as air since then" 

"But you had no intentions to stop it?" 

"Yes I had and I did. He was away to the main office a couple of days, but as soon as he was back on Thursday I told him that it was over. We had a real quarrel because he had bragged about us to a colleague, who had gone on with the gossip. Somebody began to blackmail me." 

"Did you pay the blackmailer? Money or sex?" 

"Neither nor, it was other terms. Like wearing black skirt and that damn chain on my ankle, which gave me so much shit from you. I knew and probably even you knew that you were right about my damn whoring. I can promise you that your naughty comments hurt like hell and I really regretted my incredible stupidity to get involved in such crap." 

Then I switched the subject to the barbeque we had invited Monica and Allan to next Saturday. We agreed about what to do and before she said good night and left the spare room she promised me breakfast and lunch tomorrow. I spent the time between the meals with the children and told Helene that I should visit the house now and then for my mail. 

I hadn't been back at my apartment for more than one hour before Monica came to see me. She thanked me for being a 'good boy' at their house and asked me if something happened when we got to our house. I told her that I slept in the spare room and asked her if Helene had told anything about her affair. She had told the same story to Monica as to me. The main reason for Monica's visit was to know if her counseling had brought Helene and me closer a solution. I told her the truth that I really hoped to be able to find a solution but though I knew it was totally wrong, I wanted to have an affair with a cute blonde I had met the last week to get even with Helena before I could try to begin from scratch again. 

Monica looked me straight in my eyes and asked, "What about your own adventures during the marriage?" 

"Helene has been my one and only since we met. Today I really regret several of those times I've said 'no thanks' to great chances." 

"You did the right thing, no doubt about that. I really hope that Allan has been as strong as you in that matter. I've always envied girls with faithful husbands." 

"Allan?" 

"Yes Allan. We've kept it as a secret and I've promised to forgive him. He has been so desperate that he has promised me to get even with some nice guy. I presume what I say to you stays between us." 

"Of course, but Allan is the last guy I can think about in such matters. What about yourself? You are the prettiest woman I know. Must be a piece of cake for you to get what you want, when you want it." 

"I've never really wanted to use Allan's promise for me to get even." 

"Allan has never mentioned anything to me. What has he done?"

"Ask him, now he will tell you. How did you find out Helene's cheating?"

I told her about the spot on the sock and she got a good laugh. Then she asked me to skip all ideas about sex with my 'cute girl friend' and even skip all talk about divorce if I wanted to save my marriage and I would be a complete idiot if I dumped Helene. I promised her to stay cool in both matters before she left to have a chat with Helene. 

On Tuesday evening, Marie, the female cop rang me and told me that the Wall case was closed due to neither any witness nor any kind of evidence had been found. She asked how it was going for me. I told her the truth that I had promised my counselor to live as a monk for the time being but if she still wanted to chat about our problems during a dinner we could do that tomorrow evening. She accepted.

Wednesday evening we met at a nice restaurant and had a pleasant dinner. I was really surprised about what a gorgeous woman she was, dressed sexy but not whorish. Her boyfriend must been totally mad who cheated on such a bright and great lady. We ended up at a bar with piano music. When we parted in the taxi at her house, she gave me a hug and told me to ring her if I wanted to continue our chat.

It had been a pleasant evening. We had talked about everything except Tommy Wall. And why should she discuss any of the 'cold cases' at her job with me? The next day I sent her ten red roses.

Monica invited me for lunch and told me that Helene had been very happy when she got the news that I had promised to skip all divorce talk and revenge sex as long as she worked with her counseling. Helene knew that I was a man who kept my word. Then Monica got a sad expression in her face when I told her that I already regretted my promises to her because I had been out with a the nice blonde, who had been a really great lady, but I had stayed cool and she had accepted that I kept my promises. But I told Monica that it had hurt like hell to not been able to at least try my luck to get even. Monica said something about all men thinking with the wrong head before she got me to promise to keep my promises to her and be OK to Helene at the barbeque on Saturday. Then the kids visited me during the evening and said that they began to feel sorry for their mom. 

I rang Helene Friday evening and offered to help her with the barbeque on Saturday, which she accepted. When I got there on Saturday I noted how glad our kids were when we did things together as a family. When everything was ready Helene and I had time to sit down and talk with each other. 

Monica had told her about Marie and that I had promised not to do anything, which should increase our problems. She even knew about Allan and told me that had been a total surprise for her. I replied that even her own cheating had been an unexpected surprise both for me and Monica and Allan. 

As usual, our two families had a pleasant evening together. Later in the evening when the kids had gone to Jenny's room for listening to music, Monica told us her suggestion how to solve our problems. The four of us should go to a nice hotel at the coast next Saturday. Dinner, dance and fix our problems once and for all. We others agreed. 

Monday evening Monica was at my place. She had booked two rooms, a table for dinner and fixed her mom as 'child watcher' for all our kids in her house. Then she came with the totally unexpected surprise. 

"You and me are sharing one room and Helene and Allan are in the other."

"We can't do that. Don't you understand the consequences?" 

"Yes I do, and I've found out that it is the best solution for all of us." 

"Allan is my best friend but he will kill me, doesn't matter what he have done." 

"No. I think he will beg you to do that because the alternative is much worse for him and probably for both of us. It is Eric Grenberg." 

Eric is the richest guy in town, charming and newly divorced. I replied, "Why him?" 

"Because he did some attempts on me during the last board meeting at his company. You know that I'm representing my bank there." 

"For heaven's sake, don't do that with him." 

"It is up to you. I've been waiting for the right opportunity since Allan played his game. Of course, you are my first choice but I knew you were 'impossible' and I didn't wanted to destroy the friendship to Helene by asking you. But after Helene playing her games and you met Marie and are hot on her, things are quite different. Aren't they?" 

"Yes indeed, but I can't cuckold my best friend." 

"You'll save your marriage and Allan's and mine as well. God only knows what will happen if you'll have an affair with Marie and I with Eric. Or can our marriages survive if we just forgive our cheating spouses. Who knows?" 

"Aren't Helene and Allan rewarded with an extra cheating?" 

"Who cares? They will feel as leftovers." 

"What makes you think it will work?" 

"We four get a secret which will keep us closer together." 

"OK, I'm in, if it is OK with Allan. I must talk with him." 

She left and I thought that strange things happen even in our days. Monica is the most beautiful woman I know. I've seen her topless and even naked a few times when our families had rented a summer house together. But neither I, nor Allan had ever done any attempts to go further than expected with each other's wives. We had put the friendship in the first place. I knew that I should regret the rest of my life if I said 'no thanks' to the one night with the most gorgeous woman I knew. I should go for it.

Marie and I had a dinner again and this time we talked most of her problems. I told her that Helene and I should decide about our future on Saturday but we could still be friends even if Helene and I choose to go on with the marriage.

Then Allan rang me. He had let Monica take care of the concealing and therefore kept a low profile. 

I asked him, "What in the hell happened to you, which put you in such a damn mess?" 

"I wish I could tell you. You know my last visit to a trade-show in Germany. A colleague and I met two cute Norwegian ladies at our hotel, had a pleasant evening together, went too far with them and she who slept with me had put her panties in my suitcase. Monica found them and took it very cool. Instead of the expected screaming and divorce talk she just said 'I will wait and see' what to do if I choose to do something. In my desperation I offered her a 'free night' if she would forgive me. And now that damn Grenberg is making attempts on her and she has become interested. It was me who suggested to her that you are a much better choice than Grenberg because it would even solve Helene's guilt. What do you say?" 

"What can I say? Incredible situation, indeed." 

"Yes, but please do me favor and do it. Do it for Helene and do it for me. It's up to you to get our lives back to normal again." 

My best friend begged me to fuck his wife, the most beautiful woman I know. What could I do? It was my duty to help him. I asked him, "Can you really skip all hard feelings if I'll do it?" 

"Of course, for heaven's sake, I'm begging you to save my marriage." 

"OK, I'll do it. But never forget it was your idea." 

I rang Monica's cell phone and told her my OK to the voice mail. She rang me one hour later and told me the conditions. Not a word to anybody. Forgive Helene, go back home, be faithful to her and never harass her for the cheating. No questions to Helene and Allan about their night. Understand that it is a one-time happening. She promised to forgive Allan, never harass him for his affair, be faithful to him and not ask him or Helene anything about their night together. I accepted.

Saturday evening dinner at the famous hotel was great. The girls had dressed up and were really gorgeous. All four of us were in a jolly mood during the dinner and even afterwards when we danced a few tunes in the bar. None of us spoke about the coming night but all of us felt the tension and nobody objected when Monica said, "Let's take night." 

Outside Monica and Allan's room she and I said 'good night' to the others and went in. When inside Monica took a bottle of Champagne from her bag, opened it and poured up in two glasses, gave one to me, lifted hers and said, "For saved marriages." 

I replied, "For saved marriages." And gave her a hug. 

She took off her dress and there she stood with her high heels still on dressed in a black-lace bra, black-lace panties and stay up stockings. I switched off most off the lights and kissed her. She replied the kiss with such an intensity that her feelings for me must have been much hotter than the revenge sex. She saw it in my eyes that I understood what was going on.

She whispered in my ear, "I love you." 

I replied, "I love you too." 

Then I gave her an intense kiss, took off her bra and kissed her stone hard nipples. Then she took off my shirt and T-shirt and began to pull me toward the bed. Before I laid her down on the bed she took off my trousers and caressed my hard cock. When she was down on the bed we kissed before I began to kiss her nice breasts, which I had seen many times but never dared dream about touching. After the breasts I worked my way slowly to her panties. I caressed her pussy on the outside of the panties until she lifted up her bottom as s signal for me to take them off. 

Then I kissed her inner thighs for a while before I began a careful licking of her clit with the tip of my tongue. Soon she was moaning loudly and began to pull my hair and whispering, "Come to me darling, come." 

I did. Her pussy was great. So hot, tight and vibrating only a woman in real love can get her pussy to be for her lover. It was more than three weeks ago since Helene and I had done it so my balls were full and Monica wanted me to stay in her when we got our intensive dual orgasm. 

Afterwards, when sitting on the bed with Champagne glasses again we had a serious talk and agreed that it was our glory night and we had no reason to regret what we did. She confessed that her revenge wasn't the only reason for her to want me and I confessed her that tonight I got my secret dream fulfilled. We agreed that our love story had to turn back to friendship again when we left this room for breakfast in the morning, but until then the night was ours. 

To be honest, I didn't care a shit about what Helene and Allan did in the other room. We didn't say a word about them. I think we felt that it wasn't our problem what they did because it was a cheap price to pay for our glory night. The next sex was slower, more sensitive and lasted much longer than the first time. Afterwards, once again sitting with our Champagne glasses Monica told me that Allan's one night cheating had hurt her like hell and hadn't I accepted her proposition she would have accepted Eric's invitation for an affair which could been a very serious matter for her marriage.

She was a bit worried that Eric would not accept her 'no, I love my husband' and stop his efforts to seduce her. I had an idea and suggested we have both Eric and Marie invited for a dinner and hopefully Cupid would fix the rest. Monica found it well worth an attempt and thanked me with one further great fucking before we fell asleep. 

Monica had the alarm in her cell phone set to wake up us early in the morning so we had a good time for intensive sex before it was time for showers and meeting our spouses at breakfast. Before we left the room we agreed that our glory night had been a 'once in a lifetime experience' and we should keep all our promises to our spouses and remain as best friends.

Helene and Allan were already sitting at a table in the breakfast room when we came there. Everybody said 'Good morning,' but not much more during the whole meal. It was a new and strange situation for all of us but hopefully we had saved two usually happy marriages from unwanted divorces. We left together for our rooms.

Inside our room Helene began to cry and asked me, "Are you happy now when you've got what you probably dreamed about for years?"

"Why should I been dreaming about you fucking that asshole Wall or Allan cheating Monica? But I really hope that what I did has saved two marriages. Monica has forgiven Allan and saved their marriage and I really hope that even our marriage is saved, but it is up to you now if you want me back or not." 

"Monica told me you been dating some Marie, what about her?" 

"Nothing happened. You can thank Monica for that. She persuaded me to wait with such things until you and I made a serious attempt to clear up our problems." 

"Do you think we have?" 

"I sincerely hope so." 

Now she came closer, gave me a real hug and said, "Welcome back." 

I kissed her for the first time in several weeks and whispered in her ear, "I love you Helene." 

She looked me in my eyes and replied, "I love you. Can you forgive me?" 

"Yes, and I'll keep my promises to never ask you anything about neither Wall nor the last night with Allan. From now on I'll be looking forward, not back." 

"Then I can tell you that nothing happened with Allan. To my great relief he suggested us to skip it and I had no objections. I think both of us had a terrible remorse for what we already had done." 

I was surprised, really surprised. Allan had said 'no thanks' to my handsome wife though he knew what his own wife and I did in the other room. Good for me, but it did the mess even worse. I had cuckolded my best friend, but it was he who had begged me to do that and if I had said 'no thanks' to his wife, she would had given in for Eric's courting. 

I told Helene, "I'm grateful." 

Now she took my hand, pulled me the few steps to the bed, lay down on her back and said with a soft voice, "Love me."

I did. I did it in a very different and much more tender way than I had done with Monica. Helene had taken a serious humiliation for getting me back. I did my best to comfort her and convince her that she had done the right thing. I kissed and caressed her for a long time before I began to undress us very slowly and carefully. Though the intensive night with Monica, this new situation made me stone hard again and she was both wet and hot when I slowly penetrated my lowing wife and felt that we had saved our marriage.

Epilogue: 

When Tommy Wall came home from the hospital, he found all his belongings in two suitcases and five cardboard boxes. His wife had succeeded to rent a one-room apartment for him and gave him the keys and divorce papers.

Back home from our hotel visit Helene and I were greeted by happy children and promised them to be a real family again. Jenny told us that we were acting as newlyweds.

We had feared that our friendship with Monica and Allan should not survive the hotel night, but it did to everybody's great pleasure. None of us ever mentioned anything about it. 




Adultery



Even Monica's business friend dinner went better than expected. She had invited several of her business friends with spouses. I was invited as accountant. Marie and Eric were told about each other when they were invited and both found it exiting. I'm sure neither of them ever regretted that they accepted the invitation because they are dating frequently nowadays and have began talking about Marie moving into Eric's house. Soon after the dinner Eric was a good friend with both Allan and me and to my great pleasure both Helene and Monica became good friends with Marie.



Adultery



David suspecting his wife Amy was having an affair. 

The reason David suspected Amy was the fact that she had been dressing more provocatively lately and could not account for her time when he casually asked about it. And most importantly she had suddenly become much more sexual recently, trying things that had never done before. 

They had started dating in college, were fairly conservative and had married young, at twenty four. In all that time their sex life, though pleasant had never been exciting. It had been regular, and vaguely run-of-the-mill. Yet now Amy was extremely horny, sweeping him along in a storm of new passions.

And yet he couldn't help wondering why. 

This idea of her having an affair started to weigh heavily on his mind. He talked to his friend Smitty about it.

"Okay man, if you really think this is happening then you need to hire a private detective." Smitty had been friends with both of them since David and Amy met. It was at Smitty's house that the couple had found one another. 

"Seriously?" David was skeptical. 

David looked haggard, his lean, long face was drawn and thinner than usual. There were bags under his blue eyes and his shoulders slumped in an uncharacteristic way, his lean body usually brimmed with confidence, but now it was bent as if under a huge weight. 

"You can't be sure otherwise. You can ask her, but she isn't going to break down and tell you like some T.V. show. You need proof." Smitty took a sip of his beer. They were having this difficult conversation in a bar they sometimes went to together. "Or you can just let it lie. Maybe you are wrong."

"No. something is up. For sure. Her sex drive is up. She has been a lot more attentive to me when she is around, but she is gone a lot more. She tells these weird elaborate stories about where she was, making them sound like adventures, or horrible stupid experiences with banks or whatever. They just sound fake to me. "

"So call a detective. Spend a little money and find out for sure. But you need to get your head straight about what you're going to do no matter what you find out. Whether she is, or isn't, you know?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

The investigator had a few questions for David.

"How long have you been together? Including dating." He was a short round man with long hair that was receding substantially. 

"We met in our second year of college. Amy was studying communications, and I was in business. We met at a party a mutual friend was having. We talked all night and I asked her out. It moved quickly. Neither of us was looking for The One, but pretty soon we were in love. We agreed while in school that we wouldn't get married until we both had jobs in our fields, but that happened right out of school. We were married a year later. "

"So it was all pretty easy. It happened quick as you say."

"Yeah."

"Was she sexually active before meeting you?" The man's eyes were hard to read behind his thick glasses, but David had the impression that the sweaty little fellow was asking this more for himself than for the case.

"Why do you need to know that?"

"I don't need it, but it helps me put to gather a picture of what sort of woman you wife is. Whether she is likely to be a cheater or not."

"So you are a psychologist too?"

"In a manner of speaking yes. I have actually studied a lot of psychology." His tone became smug and he leaned back in the swivel chair he had behind his tidy desk. His person was sloppy and rumpled looking, but to his credit his office was Spartan, and clean. "The reasons people cheat can be as important as whether they are cheating. Depending on how you feel when you discover the truth about her... if you go in knowing she loves you but had an itch to scratch it might help save your marriage. Are you an all or nothing type of guy?"

That question cut to the very heart of the matter for David. The worst part of this experience so far was that he had really been enjoying the benefits of whatever Amy was up to. What he couldn't tell Smitty, and wouldn't tell this stranger was that Amy had become a sexual dynamo. She was now more aggressive, more experimental and much more loving that ever before. She had never been much into oral sex, giving or receiving, and now she loved both. 

Amy's sex drive was so high that she had starting initiating sex in strange places. For them, after marriage, sex had been a bedroom activity nearly exclusively, with the odd foreplay in the shower. But just this morning Amy had dropped to her knees and given him head in the kitchen as they made breakfast. 

The way she suckled him, aggressive, insistent and worshipful all at the same time had been intensely erotic and he had cum suddenly not able to warn her. Amy had swallowed his sperm, something she had not done since college, and she had smiled up at him proudly after, whipping her chin.

"I love you." She had said. And David had kissed her deeply, tasting himself in her mouth shuddering with desire, and heartache. Who had taught her to be like this? Who was having her behind his back? Could he really be angry when he had this new wonderfully attentive wife? 

This was the crux of the problem for David. He loved his new life with Amy, but the potential cost was killing him. Would she leave him for this other man? Could he share her? Would she tell him and alter everything? 

And hardest of all... Why was it so exciting to him? 

"Could you just watch her, find out where she is going? What she is doing? Please"

"Sure. Of course. I'll just need the addresses of her work, any places she goes regularly, like best friends, or gyms, whatever. The more places I know she frequents the better able I will be to tag her movements."

David gave the detective everything he asked for and fled home, shame and guilt making his stomach ache. 

Amy was there when he got home and she was flushed and moist looking. 

"Hey I just got back from a run. We should do more running again." She looked fantastic, her long blonde hair held back in a scrunchie, her face blushing red, and her skin glowing. Her body was lean and perky. She didn't look like she was approaching thirty, more like leaving her teens and looking at her looking casually gorgeous made David want her so badly his heart ached. 

"That's a good idea. I could use some exercise."

"Yeah." She moved close to him, her face concerned, her green eyes looking up into his. She was small and petite and David always loved how his height, six foot one, made him feel massive and manly when next to her five foot three. "You have been looking ill lately. Are you feeling okay?"

"Ah, I'm not sleeping well these days. Stress."

"Work."

"Yeah, I guess."

"Maybe we should take some time off. Just you and me. Someplace warm and tropical where we can be naked all the time."

She hugged her tight body against him and his erection surged up, his mouth drying. Amy had never wanted to be naked when they met. It was difficult to convince her to let him see her naked back then. Now she often wandered their house nude, and it made him crazy thinking some other man had taught her to finally love her body when he never could.

"That sounds great, babe. Let's look into that for next month, maybe." 

"Okay, but don't put this off. If you need it, let's do it." Her hand found his hardness, which had been pressing into her belly. "Speaking of doing it..." She once more dropped to her knees in their kitchen. "Hello! What have we here. I thought I dealt with you this morning mister!" She pulled him out and looking up past the thick head of David's cock she grinned mischievously. "Well, well , well, seems like you are as excited about a vacation as I am." 

Her soft lips slid over the tip of his penis and David moaned, his stomach in knots as his body thrilled to her touch. Amy began a slow loving blowjob, her eyes on his own while she lavished his head with attention making David wince with pleasure. 

As if in a trance David took her face in his hands and lifter her off of his engorged member. He tipped down and kissed her passionately, then turned her to the kitchen counter and pulled down her jogging shorts aggressively, her panties followed. 

Amy said, "Oohh, somebody's excited." David parted her legs by kicking her feet out like a cop frisking a criminal. Then he aimed himself at her sex. Pressing forward he found her wet and ready, her pussy eager to be filled. 

David entered his wife and filled her with his cock imagining her bent over some other man's kitchen counter doing this very thing. Her sighs of pleasure were being caused by another and David began to fuck her hard and angrily trying to drive away the image of her face twisted in desire for anyone else but him. 

Holding her hips he powered into her, Amy noisily showing him how much she was enjoying herself, repeatedly yelling for him to fuck her harder, faster.

Before this last month Amy had never been a vocal lover. She couldn't talk dirty to him; she had not wanted him to talk about how wet she was, or how much he loved looking at her while she had her orgasms. Now she bucked and heaved back onto his pole like a wild person, her hair whipping around as he pummeled her with his prick trying to get her to be the wife he knew before, but loving the woman she was becoming. 

When he quickened his pace groaning his approaching orgasm Amy pushed back against him so hard he nearly stumbled and had to step away. Disengaging with him she whirled around and dropped to her knees sucking his slippery cock into her mouth once more. 

Jacking him off she brought him to climax and he shot his sperm into her mouth for the second time that day. The second time in years. 

When he was finished cumming she licked him clean, clearly enjoying the taste of herself on his shaft, then she stood up, her face still flushed the same way it had been when he came home, her brow sweaty from her exertions.

"Thanks for that big boy. I need a shower. You feel like making dinner. I'm starved." Stunned he mumbled yes and pulled up his pants. 

Over the next few days he agonized over what she was doing and whether the detective had found out. 

The couple had sex morning and night now; never before had they engaged in so much intercourse. David was getting sore, and his heart felt leaden in his chest wondering about this change in his once conservative wife. 

She was so happy he couldn't imagine she would ever stay with him as quiet and morose as he was becoming, and in every conversation he dreaded her confessing to infidelity and telling him she was leaving. David loved Amy more than he knew how to express, and his sense of loss, and humiliation at her betrayal swirled inside him. When he fucked Amy he did so aggressively and she loved the way he held her down and powered into her. The fact that she never asked him about the new style of sex was in and of itself damming in his mind and made him feel more than ever that she was having an affair. 

When the detective called and asked for a meeting six day after being hired David dreaded seeing him. The time was too short, and had been agonizingly long. What could he have found in only a week? Was she that brazen about her affair? Amy and David had had sex a dozen times in the last week, how could she have found time to sleep with anyone else? David was sore and raw from all the sex, how was Amy able to take so much?

When the detective slid a manila envelope over his immaculate desk David felt like he might throw up. 

"Those pictures will tell you better than I can what has been going on."

Desperately trying to read the man to garner any hint of what was in the envelope David was frustrated by the man's' stoicism. 

Opening the envelope David let the stack of pictures fall into his hand. They were 3X5 colour shots of Amy. As David flipped through the many pictures his face grew hard and masklike, while inside his mind and body were in turmoil. 

In shot after shot of Amy she was dressed, or undressed and looked like someone else. She wore wigs, and her clothes were nothing he had ever seen her in. Dressed in tiny skirts or elegant dresses he had never seen, or high heels, when in their life together she was a flats person, and her make-up was sultry and seductive. 

There were numerous shots of her getting into limousines, and going in and out of posh restaurants. She wined and dined with older wealthy looking men, and the occasional young foreign looking man. They drove her to secluded parks and exposed places and there she engaged in sex with these strange men. 

Sometimes she would give them head, kneeling in the dirt of a parking lot in broad daylight letting them cum in her mouth, and once all over her face, the photos of that detailed and zoomed in. In other shots she let them fuck her, spreading her legs around them as they took her on the hood of the cars, or bent over, leaning out giving them access to her luscious ass. 

At the end of these encounters they exchanged bundles of cash, Amy leaning in and kissing them after. 

"How much do I owe you?"

"I'm sorry to have to show you those. I've never seen anything like it. You wife isn't working where you told me. They told me she was laid off a month ago. Cut backs. She has cancelled her gym membership, and never goes anywhere with her friends at all." 

"How much do I owe you?"

"Mr. Tyrell I have to ask you not to do anything abusive to your wife. I am in a position to be a witness on the stand if any harm what-so-ever comes to your wife, okay? I know what is going on now, and if she is beaten, or... worse... I will have to go to the police. Understand?"

"She won't be hurt. Thank you for your concern. Now how much do I owe you?"

"This will be $1000. I will give you an itemized receipt with all my hours logged and accounted for. The photo development cost as well. I am truly sorry to be the one to have to show you these Mr. Tyrell."

"Thank you. You have been very... efficient. Will a cheque suffice?"

"Yes. Thank you."

David went home and looked at the photos of his wife on her knees with a stranger's cock in her mouth, and with a man she didn't know humping her while she bent over the hood of his car. With a numb sense of failure and self loathing David began to masturbate to images of her fucking men for money. 

Even the images of her taking cash for her sordid activities thrilled him sexually while breaking his heart. 

When she came home in her business suit, looking slightly mussed and her make-up heavier than usual he went to her quickly and claimed her mouth with his own. Pulling her clothes off he ravished her, his mind swollen with images of her face while she was penetrated by some other man, her features lusty and her mouth open in passion. 

David took Amy on the floor of their living room. He tore her panties off ripping them. He bruised her breasts with his grip, her mouth with his kisses and he stabbed into her with his aching cock as hard as he could to try and drive the taint of other men out of her precious pussy. 

Amy took all of it and begged him for more, her hunger for him more profound than ever before. 

When he spilled himself into her David screamed his anguish at the walls, his hope that his jism could in some way wash out her befouled cunt, knowing nothing could ever abolish the violation of her deeds.

When he was done his climax he leaned over her and kissed her tenderly, silently apologizing for the roughness of the sex. Yet when he started kissing her softly, his mouth wandered and began to kiss her face and neck and then pulling out of her squishy core he kissed her breasts and growing frantic he licked and tasted her skin, the sweat of her activities salty on her skin. Knowing she hadn't showered yet he tried to lick the defilement from her flesh. 

Lower and lower he went, his mind reeling with what he was doing, but his body responding arduously. Soon he was hovering over her cunt his mouth drooling as he hesitated. Amy put a hand on his head and he looked up at her.

"Baby, please, I'm not clean. I've been at work all day..." 

Finally she had the decency to looked ashamed. As he hovered over her sex, his mouth ready to clean her of the stain of many men David looked at her guilt ridden green eyes and he knew he must do this.

Mustering a smile to assure her this was okay he began to lap at her sodden mound. 

The taste of his own cum mingled with the musk of her unwashed sex. Gagging a little, but trying not to let her know it David sucked the spooge from her slit, licking and slurping the abundant fluids. 

His heart shattered with knowledge and pain David purified his wife's corrupted cunt with his mouth. Digging into her depths as far as his tongue could reach he delved for the repugnant offal left behind by the men who had contaminated his bride. 

Tasting the scum left by them he felt his body approach orgasm once more as he decontaminated her sex. Amy writhed around under his lashing tongue her voice lifted in moans of pleasure as she too reached bliss. 

When he could no longer hold back David rose up and impaled her with his cock and they both exploded in orgasm. Arching back away from her David held himself off of his soiled partner while he filled her with yet more spunk. Amy in turn clung to him, her body wracked with pleasure as she clawed at him trying to maintain contact. 

They both shuddered with ecstasy as the passion of the moment shattered their minds and filled their bodies with bliss.

Unable to deal with his sense of shame and humiliation David got up and gathered his clothes and left her on the floor confused. He showered in scalding hot water, the door locked to maintain his privacy. And before long he curled up and wept in the bottom of the shower, hot water burning him, but unable to warm his chilled heart. 

The emotional distance between Amy and David grew wider, she reached out to him in many ways, but she was rebuffed at each attempt. David withdrew emotionally, and verbally, but he continued to have wonderful, exciting, passionate sex with Amy. 

Each time they had sex he grew more physically rough, his need to lay claim to his tiny wife growing more intense. In her turn Amy accepted this new form of loving with quiet endurance. If she knew why David was so inflamed she didn't say, but she was quick to respond to his advances and had many multiple orgasms. 

David held her down, or tossed her around into new positions. He dominated her, he took her whenever he could, wherever he could and the sex was fantastic. Taking his cue from the photos David shot his cum onto her face when she was blowing him and her response was to orgasm as his sperm spilled over her. 

David couldn't keep his hands off of her, but when not engaged in sex he barely spoke to her. 

Amy lost the glowing, happy look she had worn for a month, and David looked worse as well. The couple was tired looking and sullen most of the time together, but at the slightest provocation would tear each other's clothes off and entangle in a mass of lips, tongues and limbs. 

David couldn't make a decision about what to do. He needed to tell Amy what he knew, but he couldn't decide if that meant the end of the marriage or not. 

He spoke to a co-worker of hers trying to find out what had happened to her at work.

"Hey Lindsey." He said when she picked up her phone at the office. "How are you?"

"Hi David. I'm so sorry about Amy. It just makes me sick. She is really missed." Her voice was so concerned and genuine that David knew her commiseration was sincere. 

"Yeah. It's been tough. Amy is pretty low right now."

"Oh gosh, that is terrible. I should call her."

"If you do, don't tell her I called, okay, but I want to know a little about what happened. She doesn't like to talk about it."




Adultery



"Oh. Well it wasn't anything more than cutbacks really. The company lost money last year and they cut some jobs."

"Any chance they might re-hire her any time?"

"Maybe... I suppose so. Can Amy wait that long?"

"Well she has a new job, but it isn't in the same field, and it isn't really ideal, y'know?"

"Yeah. I hear you. Well I don't want to be a Gloomy Gus, but it might be a while before things turn around. If they do. We all feel like we could be next. There is a lot of survivor guilt around here, and not much hope for the future." Lindsey sighed heavily. "Tell her to keep that other job. And maybe I'll have to join her there if there is an opening!" 

David couldn't help but picture the prim and proper, older Lindsey on her knees in a parking lot sucking cock and he almost laughed, while tears filled his vision.

"Yeah. I hope it doesn't come to that for you."

They exchanged some other banalities that David barely heard and then hung up. 

Had Amy started this out of necessity? Why hadn't she told him she had lost her job? How did she decide that prostitution was the way to go? How had she started?

David sat in his office at work and stewed about his wife's new line of work. 

The hardest part for him to reconcile in this whole affair was the fact that he loved her, and that he found it so arousing to see her with those other men. Tasting them inside her, knowing what she did with them made him hard, now in his office, just thinking about it. 

And until he had found out and started acting weird she had been so happy. Her love of him was still evident. Did he have the right, or the need to end this new source of income for her? Could he accept this change in their lives?

That night David got home late, having gone to a store and purchased a new suit, a black one in fine materials fitted close to his body in a modern style. A new shirt, tie and shoes completed the outfit. He walked in the house and found Amy reading in the den.

"Get dressed I'm taking you out." She glanced up and cocked an eye brow at his new suit. "Did you get a promotion or something?

"Please, just dress in something sexy and let's go out."

She stood up and seemed about to say something when he turned and left. Half an hour later she was ready to go, her hair done long and flowing, a tight slinky dress she had worn two New Years Eves ago sheathing her lean form. 

"This what you had in mind?" She asked coyly.

"You look perfect." Taking her hand in his David took her out to the car and opened her door for her. He then drove her out to a secluded park. 

"Where are we going?" She asked as they pulled in to the dark wooded area.

Not having words for this David just drove and parked at the far end of the lot under a bright light. He got out and went around to her door and opened it and helped her get out. Amy looked frightened, and he kissed her trying to communicate through physicality. 

He kissed her all over her face, gently and passionately, and Amy responded in kind, her worries seemingly washed away by lust.

David began to undress her and in the harsh light of a halogen lamp he stripped his beautiful wife. When she was nude he unzipped his fly and pulled out his aching boner. Amy knelt down for him the same as she had for all those strange men and she swallowed his hard on eagerly. 

Sucking and licking him she bathed her husband in her saliva and David moaned his passion down at her, watching every move she made. When his orgasm approached David let it flow and he began to cum in her mouth. Then the image of her being covered in another man's cum made him pull out and finish his orgasm by jacking himself over her upturned face. 

The lewd quality of the encounter made his pleasure heighten and his climax lasted beyond the ability to spill his sperm. His body spasmed as he looked down at his pretty bride plastered in his jizz. She licked her lips wantonly and smeared his spunk around using his cock as a tool to deposit his spill into her hungry mouth. 

Then when he could move again David stood her up and bent her over the hood of the car and fucked her hard and fast. Amy cried out her passion as he filled her over and over, ramming into her tender slit and mauling her breasts from behind. 

Amy had many orgasms in this position and then she wiggled off of him and lay on the hood on her back reaching a hand down to spread her lips for him to re-enter her. 

They fucked like this for a while longer then after she had many more climaxes David once more began his own. As his pleasure started to peak he pulled out of her clutch and sprayed her belly and tits with his still ample spunk. 

Watching his adorable wife convulse with pleasure as he spattered her with scalding cum made David cry out with rapture. 

When they both returned from the place of pleasure they had fallen into David began to lick his jism from her belly, relishing the tangy taste of his sperm as he cleaned her of his defilement. Not looking to see what Amy's face looked like as he did this shameful act David bathed her quivering stomach with his avid tongue. 

Then when her body was clean he moved up to her face. Closing his eyes he moved in to begin, but her hands on his cheeks stopped him.

"Please talk to me sweetheart?" she begging in a whisper.

"I can't." 

"You have to. Tell me why. Why here? Why like this?"

All the pain and the fear of losing her, and all the humiliation spilled out in inarticulate sobs. He may have said words, but if he did they made no sense to him. As Amy held his head to her breast he cried out his anguish and clutched her to him afraid she might float away into the night sky and never return. 

At last exhausted he stopped crying and pulled back. Amy looked at him and he saw that she too had been crying, her eyes red rimmed and her face blotchy. His sperm trickled down her cheek and along her delicate neck. Shaking his head David disengaged and helped her down from the hood. 

Chilled in the cool night air her skin goose bumped and she shivered. 

David helped her into the car and picked up her dress from the ground. 

He drove them home both of them silent. 

She went to have a shower and he changed out of his suit and put on some boxers he wore to bed. Then he heard her phone vibrate a message on the nightstand.

David picked it up and looked at the incoming text.

"When do you want the pictures? Tonight was very interesting."

"ASAP." he typed back. "Bring them to the house. Leave them under the mat."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

When Amy returned from the shower she crawled into bed next to him and snuggled up to him. He was pretending to read a book which he put down then. 

"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting lately. I'm going through a thing. I'm not quite ready to talk about it, and I apologize for that. But I think I'll be ready soon. I just want you to know that I love you. I love you so much, and I'm sorry I'm hurting you."

"Okay baby. I love you more than I can say, so I'll wait. I-. I wish-." She was clearly trying to tell him her secret and David didn't want to hear it yet, so he kissed her to silence her voice.

This lead to them making love, tenderly, being with each other in a way they had not been for a long time and it was lovely. 

The next day Amy once more gave him a morning blow job, she crawled under the table while he ate breakfast.

"Keep eating, my breakfast is down here." And she had swallowed all the meat he had, then the juice to wash it down. As long as he could eat he did, then at last his orgasm had driven the need for food from him. As he gushed his essence into her slurping mouth David began to cry once more, his heart too full of wonder, and confusion to stop from aching. 

As Amy scrambled out from underneath the table he wiped his eyes and tried to hide his signs of weakness. 

Rather than go to work David drove around the block and parked down the street from his house. Amy left and David sat and waited. 

After lunch a man he had never seen before pulled up to the house and looked around furtively for a while before climbing out and walking up to the front door. The man was thin and shaved bald. He wore a shabby suit and looked about as suspicious as anyone could and not look comical. 

In one hand he held a manila envelope. When he went back to his car and pulled away the envelope was no longer in his hand. 

David pulled into his own drive way and went up to his front door. Under the mat he found the envelope. 

Going inside he went to the dining room table and nearly doubled over with nausea he opened the folder. Inside were photos. David flipped through them, disbelief written on his face. Stunned, he looked through each photo again, studying them. 

The series of photos showed him going about his daily activities, the sour, drawn look on his face a mask of misery. Then came a series of photos showing he and Amy fucking in the room he now sat in. Shot after shot of him straining with passion as he used Amy made him hard. 

The shots seemed to be taken from the front window of the house and David glanced over and saw where a person could stand and be hidden from the street by bushes. 

The shots ended with him spilling himself over her chest, coating her perky breasts with his semen. 

Then more shots of him and Amy, in the bedroom, the kitchen on the living room floor. Over and over they fucked all over the house and these photos captured all the intimate pornographic details. 

The last series was of them last night in the parking lot, David humping her lovely face, then taking her on the hood of the car, and then extreme close-ups of him jizzing on her belly and licking it all up. 

The most painful were the shots of him crying into her naked bosom while above him she wept, her sorrow evident in her features. 

Amy had been so worried about him that she had also hired somebody to follow a spouse. 

He began to laugh, and once he started David felt as if he were losing his mind. The laughter spilled out in an unstoppable torrent and he fell on the floor, harsh braying noises barking from his throat. 

At long last he gained control once more and felt much better having allowed the insanity to run its course. David phoned Amy.

"Can you come home now?" He asked her cell phone, leaving her a message.

Sitting looking at the photos David tried to stop making conclusions about what these pictures meant, but he couldn't. 

He ate some food feeling like an automaton. And finally half an hour after the call Amy phoned him back.

"Are you alright?" she said sounding worried.

"I think so. I really might be, but I need to talk to you. Can you leave work?"

"Of course I can." She said simply. "I'll be home soon." 

David sat in the living room and waited. 

When she came in she was dressed in her hooker clothes, the tight dress revealing more skin that it covered, her hair a mess and her lipstick smeared. The film of dry white substance on her lip told him what she had been doing with this client.

"What is going on David?" she asked her voice tight with emotion.

He pushed the two envelopes toward her. "These are the ones I had taken, and these arrived for you this morning." She knelt on the floor and let the pictures fall out onto the coffee table. With a quick glance at them she looked at him, her eyes full of tears.

"How long have you known?" 

"Weeks."

"Why?" She asked, fearful, tears spilling down her cheeks. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because I was scared. I don't want to lose you?"

She burst out in wracking sobs. "How can you still love me after this?"

"I struggled with it, but I think I love you more now."

She stared at him from her kneeling position across the table from him.

"I have not felt any anger this whole time. I have just been sad. Until I saw these pictures today. You were so worried about me that you hired someone to watch me. Its twisted I know, but somehow after all of it... this has shown me even more how much you love me."

"I do. I love you so much!" she wept.

"Okay. Then the rest is just details. Isn't it?" 

"Yes, I suppose so."

"Okay. I'll confess to you and then you confess to me, alright?" 

"Sure, babe. Anything."

"At first I thought you were having an affair, that you didn't love me anymore. But the sex was really confusing. I could tell you were sleeping with someone else, you had changed too much to ignore, but our sex life improved so much. That had me really weirded out. And... man this is the hardest part, I was so aroused by the idea of other men fucking you. It made me want you even more. I couldn't stop picturing you with them and it made me need to fuck you and possess you. And I wanted to clean you with my mouth. I wanted to taste them on you and purify you with my love. It was so confusing, and felt filthy." He was crying now too, and Amy came to him and held him. "I am so ashamed of myself, but it makes me so hot seeing you with those men, and tasting cum on your skin and in your pussy. I'm not gay! I know that. I want only you, but I want you sullied so that I can be the one who cleans you up." David twisted around to look in her eyes. "Am I less of a man because of that? Do you hate me now?"

"How could I? What person wouldn't want to be loved that much? Great God I don't deserve a man a good as you!" she held him tightly and they sobbed together. 

"Okay my turn. I-, wow. I love you so much too. More than ever, but for a while there I felt lost. I wondered if we had married too young. You were only my second lover, and I was starting to want to be with other men. I wanted to experience sex with someone else, but I loved you and didn't want to have an affair. I was fantasizing about sex with other men, dirty meaningless sex and it was so good, and so terrible. Then I lost my job. It was so sudden I had no idea it was coming. I panicked. I was so ashamed I didn't want to tell you. I don't know why. It just felt like I was betraying you by losing my job. Crazy. I was probably just transferring my guilt about wanting to be with other men, but whatever it was I couldn't tell you for days. Then it hit me after watching a movie when you thought I was at work. Crimes of Passion. A woman who is normal by day is a call girl at night. It got me so hot I was masturbating to it and watched it twice. Then I put an ad in the paper to provide an escort service for the day time. I included a picture of myself in costume and started getting calls. I am making way more money now and I love the sex. I am horny all the time now. I can't get enough, and it is you I want most of all. Really. Our sex has become so good I can't even believe it. I figured you knew something and was worried you would find out and leave me. You have been so sad and strange lately that I had to hire someone to follow you to see what was going on. And the pictures of us together were so exciting that I wanted more. So here they are."She stopped and sniffed, trying to stop the crying. "Last night was amazing. I love being outdoors. The excitement of being seen is almost as great as having a cock inside me. I love being a slut, being covered in cum, and I love it when you clean me! Oh my God that is the best. I feel so accepted by you and so filthy at the same time." She pulled away from him and looked into his eyes they way he had done to her. "I guess what we have found out is that we are both huge fucking perverts!" She laughed and David joined her a moment later.

"I guess we are." 

"David I love you. And I will stop if it means I lose you, but I want to keep doing this for a while."

"I want you to as well. As a matter of fact I am hard just thinking that you have some other man's cum in you right now."

"I do. I have been letting them cum in and on me so that you can taste them on me. I could tell that is what you were doing and it makes me so hot. I love it when you clean me, and order me around like your own little whore."

"Then get naked slut and show me that pussy."

She shivered and stood up and stripped. 

David ate her slimy cunt and they made love all afternoon. 

They stayed together and made a future turning her into a high paid escort advertising on the internet. They got better at it, and using David's business expertise she started making really good money. They made sure to be as safe as they could choosing clients , and she was as safe as she could be doing the dangerous things she did, always telling David where she was and when she was done calling him back. After each and every session David cleaned her himself with his tongue. 

And they were as happy as ever they had been.



Adultery



The business trip to Butte, Montana brought them together.

They brought overnight bags with them. Their meeting would last into the second day. As he drove across a bridge they watched a flock of Canada geese standing on the riverbank watching the water flowing by.

He said, "Geese."

"Mmmm, Will you be seeing her?"

"What?"

"Lynn. Will you be stopping by to see her while we're here?"

He downshifted as they came into town and rolled up to a stoplight. He glanced at her, then turned right on the red light. 

"No, I'd rather she not know I'm here. If she sees me she'll start in again. I don't want that. She needs more time."

"More time for what? To get over the fact that she caught you with that woman?"

"It was a onetime thing. We got caught up in the heat of the moment."

"Time has nothing to do with it."

"Oh, you know about those things, huh?"

"I'm a woman... so yeah, I know about those things."

*****

Ten miles out of Butte, they passed a man on a bicycle, dressed in cycling gear, a green-stripped polo shirt, black cycling shorts, white helmet. It was cool, but his bare legs were exposed and pumped like machine pistons. 

"He looks like my Henry, she said. "My husband."

"Henry's a cyclist?"

"Yeah, he was pretty serious about it once.." She turned her head to watch the cyclist as they passed by. "He'd go out every Saturday with a group of people and they'd ride a hundred miles or so."

"Jesus, he must be in great shape."

"Yeah," she said dryly. "Bicycles bore the hell out of me, to tell you the truth. Always breaking down, and when they're not broken, you've got to fiddle with them to keep them tuned just right. The tires go flat all the time."

"I know, I had one a long time ago. I sold it after maybe a month or two of having to take it in for repairs."

"They cost a fortune to keep, and you can't have just the one. Oh, no. You need two, maybe even three if you're serious about cycling."

They passed a herd of black and white dairy cows. "Cute," she said. "What kind are they?"

"Beats me," he said, "I'm a city boy."

"But you come from around here," she protested.

"Yeah, but I'm still a city boy. I never took to the country-life. Now, if I had to guess, I'd say they were Holsteins."

"Why's that?"

He turned toward her and flashed a winsome grin. "It's the only name comes to mind."

She laughed and gave him a playful punch on the arm. And watched as they came up on another bunch ambling towards the barn, walking in ones and twos, like tourists coming back to a bus. 

"Henry would know," she said. 

"Know what?"

"What kind of cows they are."

"Knowledgeable, huh?"

"He's really smart."

"You once told me he was the gentlest man you ever knew. Now you're saying he the smartest. "He's really quite the guy."

"Sounds like he's a regular Mahatma Gandhi."

"Cut it out! I don't want to talk about this anymore."

"All right."

But a few minutes later she said, "Sometimes, I don't know."

"What?"

"He's so self-centered. Sometimes...."

"He bores the shit out of you."

"No, no... He's such a good guy."

"But you think he's tapping the woman from work?"

"Elaine?" She laughed, "I don't think so; she's like sixty-eight, looks like an adoptive mother."

"He's faithful then."

"Oh, yeah. I can't get away from that."

*****

They pulled into the motel parking lot. He got out, "I'll make sure they have our rooms ready. Be right back.

Three minutes later he walked back to the car. She reached back and rubbed her neck with one hand, then got out of the car. He handed her the key to the room.

"We're all set, I'll help you with your bags." 

She was less than a foot away and he could smell that special scent she always seemed to have on. She opened the door, stepped inside and made room for him to enter. He hung one bag in the closest and set the suitcase at the foot of the bed.

"Joan?"

"Yes?"

"How much longer are we going to fool around?" he asked quietly.

"I'm all done," she said.

"Say what? You're all done?"

"Yeah." She stepped across the room. He started after her, but she reached the lights, snapped them off and then stepped back into the semi-darkness of the room near the bathroom.

"I'm really scared," she said.

"Jesus!" He said wrapping his arms around her and pulling her face to his. The kiss locked them together, swaying for ten seconds; then she pulled her chin back, gasping, and they stumbled sideways together and fell on the bed.

"Gary, dammit, give me a minute to take a shower!"

"Fuck the shower," he said. His voice was course, fevered. He kissed her again, his body pressing her into the bed. One hand tugging at the buttons that held the top of her dress together.

"Jesus, let me...."

"I got it." A button popped and his hand was on her warm skin, her stomach. Then around behind, unlatching her brassiere. Joan began to moan, trying to catch his lips. They rolled across the bed, she fumbling with his belt, he with a hand beneath her dress, pulling at her thong. 

"My God," he rasped as his fingers got caught up in the edge of the material.

"Slow down, Gary... slow down!"

He got the thong off one leg and his hands were on her. Finally he entered her and she nearly screamed with the intensity of the feeling... and sometime later, she thought, she did scream.

*****

"Christ, I wish I still smoked," he said. He'd turned on a bedside lamp and was sitting up, still mostly dressed. She was gasping for air. Like a carp, she thought. She'd never seen one, but had read about carp gasping for air on riverbanks. 

He looked down at her. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. My God...."

"Here, let me..." and after the violence of the first encounter, he was suddenly tender, moving her body, lifting her, stripping off her remaining clothing. She felt almost a child again until he kissed her on the front of her thigh, just where it joined her hip. And the fire ran through her belly again and she gasped.

Gary was on her again and the bedside lamp seemed to grow dimmer. Then again, after a while, she thought, she may have screamed again.

THE END



Adultery



Michelle had been waiting for this for a long time. Lately her Husband hadn't been doing his job and she was getting desperate. When she ran into her ex the other day, she thought "this must be a sign from God himself!" When they were together, the man was insatiable and he was always up for it. At first, Michelle wasn't going to call him, but when her husband called just a few hours ago saying he had to extend his business trip for another two day, she decided she couldn't take the dry spell any longer. Slowly Michelle got up off the couch she was sitting on and walked over to the house phone. She reached out for the phone. Her hand was shaking with apprehension. Her fingers curled around the phone, her sweaty fingers picked up the phone. The phone nearly fell from her hand. Michelle had already memorized Zack's new number so there was no point in looking for the napkin he'd written it on. As she dialed, the voice in her head was warning her against what she was planning. "Don't do this! John loves you! Maybe you can still work this out!" The voice screamed at you as the phone on the other line rang. Then there was a beep and a deep male voice spoke. 

"Hello?" Zack said into the phone. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make her pussy wet. The sound of his voice transported her back to those long summer nights when they'd fuck under the stars with only the light of the moon to guide them in their actions. 

"Hello? Is anyone there?" Zack asked again, this time a little more forcefully. His voice knocked Michelle out of her reverie. 

"Yes Zack, I'm here." Michelle finally said. 

"Michelle? I didn't think you'd call." Zack said. "How's that husband of yours?" he said with a smirk, Michelle could hear it in his voice. 

"John's fine. He's out of town for two days...and I need you." Michelle said, almost at a whisper. 

"Need me? What do you need me for Michelle?" Zack asked. 

"You know why Zack." Michelle said. 

"I want you to say It." Zack Prodded. 

"Damn you!" Michelle cried out. "I need your cock Zack.....there are you happy?" Michelle raged. 

"Well that's no way to ask someone for a favor now is that Michelle, especially since I'm taking a big chance with my life, seeing as how your husband's mobbed up and all." Zack chuckled. 

Zack laughed into the phone. Michelle wondered how in the fuck Zack knew about her husband's business. Then she remembered. Zack was a special agent with the FBI's organized crime division. 

"Does it matter? He's not even in town." 

"Oh I knew that already. He's in Vegas, taking care of some pretty nasty business from what I hear." 

"Are you coming over or not?" Michelle demanded. 

"I'll be there in 15 minutes." He answered. 

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Michelle took a step back and looked at herself in the full length mirror in the Master bedroom's bathroom. She had changed into a very short blue mini dress with a deep cleavage and that showed off her ass pretty well. Even though she hated Zack with a passion, she still wanted to let him know what he had passed on. Michelle stroked her straight, raven colored hair and spun in a half circle. "Damn this dress makes my legs look good." Michelle thought to herself. With that thought, Michelle bent over and put on the stilettos she'd bought over a year ago. They added about 3 inches to her 5'5 frame. As she gave herself a final once-over, she heard a knock on the front door. She exited the master bedroom and took her sweet time walking to the front door. When she got there, Zack was knocking on the door again. Michelle opened the door and took a step back. Zack hadn't exactly gotten dressed to impress for the day's events. He had on a pair of black slacks, black loafers and a white t-shirt on. Very low key but it still showed off his impressive body. Rock hard abs, strong broad shoulders, fair skinned and 6 feet tall, Zack was an excellent human specimen. 

"You look....beautiful." Zack said. Michelle stepped back further as an invitation for him to enter her house. She shut the door behind him. 

"Thank you, I know" Michelle replied. 

Zack smiled. "Same old Michelle I see.....so how do you want to do this? I wasn't too sure-" 

"Just shut up, drop your pants and walk over to the couch" Michelle commanded. Zack nodded and complied with his orders. Wearing only his boxers he walked over to the couch in the living room. He and other members of the team assigned to her husband's case had spent hours watching her house. He could walk through the entire place with his eyes closed. 

When Zack had finally made his way to the couch, Michelle started her approach. She stopped right in front of him, looking down on him as he sat in front of her. Slowly she sank to her knees. Her hand reached out and grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down slowly. His manhood was revealed before her. It was still soft but Michelle planned on changing that soon. It was already growing in size as Zack began to understand her intentions. Before Zack could grow to his full size, Michelle grabbed his cock and wrapped her thick lips around it. The warmth of her mouth made Zack's dick immediately start to harden. Michelle had to admit that there were few feelings she loved more than a dick getting hard in her mouth. When it had reached its peak capacity, Michelle rubbed the tip against her cheek and pulled it out from her mouth making a popping sound. Michelle looked at her old companion that used to bring her so much satisfaction. It was long, thick and veiny. Best of all, it was circumcised. Michelle admired it a few seconds more and then went back to work. 

She laid Zack's tool against his stomach and began licking the shaft of his penis from the base up, covering every square inch in her saliva. She took one nut into her mouth and sucked on it, her tongue teasing it all the while. The flicks of her tongue against his ball sack caused the sack to tighten up. It seemed to get heavier the more aroused Zack became. Michelle released her prisoner and went to the other nut, showing just as much attention to it. She could feel Zack shivering and wiggling above her, as he moaned and whispered encouragement. 

"Oh baby!" "don't stop!" Zack went on, lost in the pleasure he was getting from this wonderful blowjob. Michelle reached down beneath the hem of her skirt and felt her bare womanly mound. It was already sopping wet with her own juices. 

Michelle began stroking Zack's cock and pumping her index finger into her wet pussy at the same time working up a nice rhythm. She arched her neck and brought Zack's penis to her mouth. She kissed the tip then flicked it lightly with her tongue. She bought in a little more of him into her mouth, taking it slow. Her tongue attacked the new inches of meat in her mouth vigorously. She pushed her head down a little more, adding more of Zack into her. She could feel the pulse in his dick through a long vein that was pushing against her. The pulsing heat made her even more wet, juices seeping from her vagina and in between her fingers. A moan escaped her throat and the vibrations of the sound transferred to Zack's cock, making him squirm. Pre-cum began seeping out of his manhood and coating her tongue in the bitter sweet fluid. Michelle did her best to swallow it all up. Michelle continued stroking him in her mouth, while bringing more of him into her mouth, until she could feel his penis at the back of her throat. Her lips were now touching the base of his cock, the coarse strands of his pubic hair tickling her nose. Zack took control at this point and grabbed her hair and held her in place. Michelle let go of his dick, He began pumping his cock in and out of her, forcing Michelle to adapt to his girth in her throat quickly. Michelle began sucking on his cock, trying to get all of his juices down her throat. 

All this time, Michelle had been finger fucking herself and the pressure was building. Her hand was sticky with all of her juices covering every inch of her fingers, dripping down to below her wrist. She rubbed her clit with the hand she had been stroking Zack with, and she felt the walls of her vagina tighten around her fingers. She began to increase the speed and pressure of her pumping and she could finally feel it coming, the sweet release. 

She heard Zack yell out "Damn baby I'm coming!" And that built up her orgasm even more. Zack's cock tensed in her mouth and his seed spilled into her mouth. The white hot lava that erupted from the volcano of his penis coated the back of Michelle and began to slide down her throat. She pulled the cock out a little so that the sweet juice would hit her tongue instead of her throat so she could get a taste. As soon as the first drop hit her tongue, she came. Her eye lids slammed shut and light burst behind her eyes. She saw every color of the rainbow. Whites, blues, and reds. Her legs shook and she bucked as she rode the waves of her orgasm. The taste of Zack's cum on her tongue and her still pumping fingers pushed deeper under the waters of her orgasm, and Michelle could feel herself drowning in the Euphoria. Michelle swallowed every drop of cum in her mouth and then removed Zack from her mouth. She lied back against the couch and finally took her fingers out from between her legs and tasted herself. The taste of their combined fluids was almost enough to make her come again. Michelle closed her eyes and enjoyed the residual feelings from her orgasm for few moments. The she stood in front of Zack. 

"Put your shit back. I never want to see you again." Then with a stomach full of cum, Michelle kicked Zack out and went to sleep off the nights' exercise.



Adultery in Alaska



I was 27 and had just gotten divorced after being with my husband a short 4 years. It was an easy split, we didn't own a house or have any assets to speak of to split up, and no kids to argue about. He let me keep the dog and cat without a fight, but it was still a difficult transition for me, since he was the main breadwinner in the house. I had to get a roommate, if I was gonna keep up with the rent payments.

I put a post on Craigslist. I was living in Alaska and I had the cutest little log cabin in the world. It had running water, a washer and dryer, even a dishwasher! These are not the most common of features in a log cabin in Alaska, so I got about a million applicants. I met a few for coffee and I ended up choosing a fella named Wayne. He was handsome and taller than me, had fiery red hair and a beard, but he seemed quiet and obliging. He was about my age, but had a real grown up job, an architect of some sort, but he also hunted, so I'd be guaranteed a full freezer, which is an exciting prospect in Alaska. He even agreed to pay for most of the groceries, if I did most of the cooking, and I do love to have somebody to cook for. He was Mormon, which I had never really encountered before and I was looking forward to hearing about the details from a real life Mormon, cause the Southpark version was pretty gosh darn amusing. I knew immediately that he wanted to be more than roommates. He looked at me like he was deciding if I'd make a good wife. Well, I had just discovered that I do not...but I am a pretty good judge of character and I knew he wasn't going to force himself on me or anything, so I went ahead and invited him to live there.

I helped him move in and gave him the master bedroom. I took the smaller second bedroom and we started our little life together. He loved my cooking and I love hearing about how good my food is, so I cooked dinner almost every night. He brought home salmon and moose and reindeer and we ate like Alaskan Kings! I soon discovered he had abandoned many of the inconveniences of Mormonism and drank quite a lot of liquor and coffee.

After about 2 months living together we threw a bonfire and lots of both of our friends came and everyone had a marvelous time. I drank way too much since I was already home, and therefore in no danger of driving anywhere. Once everyone started heading home and Wayne and I went back into the cabin. I whipped up some hot chocolate laced with peppermint schnapps and we sat down on the couch to watch a little TV. We weren't 2 minutes into that infomercial when he kissed me. I honestly didn't think he'd ever get up the nerve to try, but apparently I had really wooed him with all my cooking and homemaking. My sober brain was shouting that it was a very bad idea to sleep with my roommate, but my drunk brain was pretty excited to get naked with a boy again!

He practically tore my clothes off. I learned later that it had been over a year since he'd been with a woman. I was impressed by how string he was. I had never seen him in anything, but long sleeve shirts, but when I pulled his shirt off I saw that he had well defined muscles. He seemed pretty pleased with my chest as well. He spent a long time licking and kissing my breasts while I wrapped my legs around his and ran my fingers through his hair. He pulled a condom out quietly and slipped it on while his face was buried in my tits. I was lost in the pleasure of him playing with my tits and suddenly he pulled his mouth away and plowed into my soaking wet pussy. He held onto me so tight and pounded into me hard and fast. I could feel the remote control under me, stabbing into my back, but the ecstasy of him thrusting into me numbed me to the pain. I came almost as soon as he was inside me. The feverish way he touched and kissed and fucked me turned me on so much! And the fact that it was a really bad idea made it naughty and therefore about 1000 times more exciting. He came pretty fast too, but even that was spectacular. His whole body shook and he let out this grunting moaning sound like he'd been holding that in for years.

Afterward, I went to take a shower and he climbed in after me. We proceeded to have sex in the shower, on the stairs, then again in his bed, and that night he woke me up 2 more times in the night to fuck me again. I came every single time he was slid himself inside me. It was just such a deliciously stupid thing to do to sleep with my roommate, something about it was very erotic.

Over the next few weeks we had around the clock sex. He'd crawl into my bed before he got ready for work and fuck me awake. We'd try to watch TV and end up having sex on the couch...on the coffee table...while I was doing dishes, he bent me over the sink and fucked me from behind, while I still had my dishwashing gloves on. It never stopped being feverish. Every time he touched me it was like he couldn't control himself and I loved being desired like that.

We went on a camping trip together. His boss had a little cabin was out in the middle of nowhere and he said Wayne could use it anytime he wanted. It started out fun, we rode around on his four-wheeler and found a secluded hot spring to have exciting outside sex in, we drank beer around a campfire and fucked on every horizontal surface in that cabin. But we had always had such different work schedules that this was the longest we had ever spent together. Suddenly I realized we had vastly different views on just about everything. When his boss stopped by to say hello on our third day there he introduced me as his girlfriend and the magic sex bubble we'd been floating around in burst for me. Suddenly I felt trapped with this guy I hardly actually knew, except for how much I enjoyed rubbing our naked bodies together.

When we got home the next day I finally broached the subject. I told him that I didn't really think we had anything in common, but a love of food and sex and that I would be ok with continuing some sort of friends with benefits kind of relationship, but I didn't really want to be his girlfriend. I reminded him that I had only gotten divorced 4 months before and I was not looking for another husband. He threw a hissy fit! Like I had stolen his virtue or something! He insisted that I be his girlfriend, and I held that I was not interested in anything so serious. He had found it ridiculous that for the 2 months we had been having sex that I had insisted in sleeping in my own bed most nights, apparently my fear of being labeled his girlfriend was inconceivable to him. It turned into a shouting and door slamming kind of a fight.

We hardly spoke for days. He finally broke the silence one night by crawling into my bed and whispering that he loved me and he couldn't stand the idea of me not being his. I just felt so bad for him! It must have really taken a lot of courage to say that. I just hate hurting people and I couldn't bring myself to turn him down again. We started up some semblance of a relationship again, but the sex wasn't as fun anymore. I started finding everything he said annoying. He started being demanding with my time, like how dare I go out for beer after work with my friends when I could come home and watch CSI with him?

I tried to break up with him again after about a month. He insisted that we could work through it and I insisted that I didn't want to. He was just so talented at guiling me into agreeing to stay in this charade of a relationship! I'd never encountered anything like it!

One weekend he set off on a hunting trip with his buddies and I took the opportunity to go out with some friends from work. Most of them were women, but there were a few boys in the group. One new fella named Dan had already caught my eye and after a few drinks he started telling me how pretty he thought I was. He started buying my drinks and I was starting to notice how ruggedly handsome he was. He had naturally blond hair, and it was just long enough that I wondered what it would feel like to run my hands through it. He was wearing short sleeves and his arms were strong and I wondered what it would feel like to be wrapped in them.

By the time he offered to drive me home, I didn't even consider saying no. I hopped up into his truck and he finally asked if I was seeing anybody. I admitted I had a boyfriend, but I volunteered that he was out of town. I gave him directions to my house as we came to each turn off, but about halfway there he turned left when I had said to turn right. I laughed, thinking he had misunderstood me and told him to turn around.

"Well..." he chuckled, "my house is this way and I thought you might like to see my bedroom" I had never in my life been so directly hit on! It was exciting!

I tried to play it cool and said "I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a little tour."

He pulled up to a teeny tiny cabin, it turned out his bedroom, livingroom, and kitchen were all in the same room. He kissed me as soon as we were inside. There was a moment where I considered stopping him. I knew Wayne would be crushed if he found out, but on the other hand, Dan smelled like a campfire and kissed like an expert. I melted in his strong arms. He pulled my sweater over my head revealing my satin black bra. He stayed fully clothed and undid my jeans and pushed them to the floor. He muttered how much he loved my body and knelt down at my feet while he ran his hands all over my breasts and ass and hips. He kissed my stomach and pushed my panties down to the floor. He almost threw me off balance when he lifted my right leg on his shoulder, but from this position he was lined up perfectly to bury his face in my pussy. I felt his tongue plunge into me and then he lapped away at my clit. The one leg I supported myself with threatened to collapse. I ran my fingers threw his long hair and pushed his face against me. He started exploring my folds with his fingers too and I felt them slipping into me.

He stood up suddenly and I was crushed that he had stopped, but he threw me backwards onto the bed. He told me to take off my bra and I obliged. He pushed my legs wide apart and plunged his face into my nether parts again. This time his hands reached up and cupped my tits while he licked and kissed my most intimate parts and it wasn't long before my whole body rocked with an orgasm.

It took me a moment to recover, which he used to kiss and caress my breasts. But eventually I managed to free him of his clothes too, and I went to work returning the favor. I sat him up at the edge of the bed where his feet could reach the floor and I knelt on my knees between them. I licked and kissed the length of his dick. I swirled my tongue around the tip and sucked it just barely into my mouth. I surrounded it with my open mouth without touching it, allowing my hot breath to surround him. Finally, I put my lips around it and sucked. I had never seen a cock as thick as his. I could feel the edges of my mouth stretching to accommodate his girth. He was groaning and using the lord's name in vain, while I pumped my head up and down on him. I twisted my head one way and then the other, which I have been told is a nice sensation. I pulled him deep into my throat and gagged on his girth. I could already taste his salty precum. I let my saliva drip down his shaft, creating a lubrication, so I could slip my hand around the base of his dick and move it up and down with the rhythm of my mouth.

Before long, I could feel his body begin to quiver under my touch and his grunts and groans of pleasure grew louder and closer together. I felt his big hands grasp the sides of my head and he pulled my face in closer, so that he was buried in my throat and exploded in my mouth. I felt his hot cum shooting down my throat and his body seemed to pulse as he stroked my hair and made a soft "Mmmmmm" noise. He collapsed onto his back and I curled up beside him, resting my head on his chest and running my fingers through the hair on his chest. I could feel the little beads of sweat from his recent exertion and I felt the moisture growing between my legs as I anticipated the fun we would have once he had a little rest.

Before long, fully recovered, he instructed me to get on my hands and knees at the head of the bed and I obeyed. He pulled my hips into an angle that left my most intimate place on full display. He ran one of his hands up and down my spine and grasped my right hip, while the other explored my folds again. I was so wet I was almost ashamed. It seemed wrong to want him as badly as I did.

"You're dying for me to fuck you, aren't you?" He asked.

I could hardly get out a whimper of a yes.

"You're going to have to speak up," he continued, "You won't get it, until you ask for it."

"I want you inside me" I whispered. By now he had two fingers inside me, twisting and stroking the walls of my pussy and it was very difficult to say anything at all.

"Louder Abby" he insisted.

"Fuck me Dan! I need you to fuck me!" I finally shouted.

That must have met his satisfaction because he grasped my hips and plunged into me. His dick was so wide the first thrust almost hurt. But soon I was overwhelmed by the pleasure of him filling me. He alternated between pounding me hard and fast and slow and smooth strokes and it felt like I had been having an orgasm that began from the second he penetrated me and never stopped. He gathered my hair into his right hand and pulled my face up while he continued trusting into me. I was making noises I had never made before. Moaning and panting in ecstasy, like I don't remember ever feeling before or since. He announced that he was going to cum and pulled out and I felt his hot seed coat my lower back.

He told me not to move and I obeyed. He got up from the bed and I was left there naked and exposed and dripping with his cum for what felt like an eternity. He returned with a towel and wiped the puddle off my back I finally got to collapse. My legs felt like jelly, my hair was a wreck and I could feel the cold air on the sweat all over my body. We laid down together and he played with my hair and ran his fingers gently over the skin on my arm and leg and breasts. He told me how beautiful I was and admitted he'd wanted me from the day he met me. I confessed that I was incredibly turned on by the naughtiness of the whole thing. Knowing that even being with him was wrong, that there was a man who would be crushed to know that I was in his arms. That the way he bossed me around was something I had no idea I even wanted, but from him it was exactly what I needed.

He fell asleep with his arm around me and I managed to sneak away without waking him. I dressed and called a cab that returned me to my own little cabin. I didn't shower, I didn't put on my pajamas, I just stripped down to my panties and crawled into bed. Just as I was about to fall asleep I heard the unmistakable sound of a truck pulling into the driveway. Wayne burst into the house and ran up the stairs like he expected to find me in bed with another man. I acted appalled, like I couldn't believe he would think I would do such a thing, but I was terrified he'd smell Dan on me or that he'd wonder why I was wearing my sexiest panties that were still soaked from the my adventures with Dan. I asked what we has even doing back home, and he said the trailer had blown a tire and it took 2 hours to get it changed and by then they were ready to give up and go home, but obviously his fear that I was going to cheat on him also fueled that decision to come back home.

He was so worked up from his rage that he might catch me in bed with another man that he didn't even try to kiss or cuddle me. We slept back to back facing opposite walls and I got up very early in the morning to shower. When I broke up with him over breakfast he actually agreed that it wasn't working out and after a couple awkward weeks we worked back into a friendship that made us pretty excellent roommates for many more months. Dan and I had many more encounters, but none were quite as exciting as our first.



Adultery Is My Business



I’m a Private Investigator. I’ve even got a license to prove it. I don’t have a permit to carry a gun, but I don’t need one anyway. Divorce is my business, or, to put it more accurately, adultery. Wives come to me complaining that their husbands are lying, cheating pussy hounds and I do my best to catch them in the act. 

When I started out I’d follow these men around, often for weeks. Some had regular girlfriends. These were the easy ones. I could pick up enough evidence within a few days to make sure the wife got a damn good settlement. Usually, proof like this would make the husband’s lawyer get worried and tell his client to make an agreement before going to court. This made everybody happy.

The wife would be independently wealthy. I would pick up a nice bonus. The husband would usually end up marrying the girl he’d been seeing on the side. When this happened I would always give my card to the girlfriend and tell her, ‘Once a cheater, always a cheater.’ More often than not the girl would throw me out angrily, but she always kept the card, and there’s been quite a few occasions when they’ve become clients themselves a few years down the line. 

Trouble was, not all my clients had husbands this easy to catch out. A lot of men looking for a bit of strange don’t want to feed from the same trough every week. They’ve already got a wife at home, what do they need a regular girlfriend for? These guys want a different girl every week, or at least as often as they can get it. They go to singles bars or check out Lonely Hearts ads in the Classifieds or pick up whores from the street. There’s always some way to get laid if you’ve got the money. 

Now, guys who went down this road had always been a pain in the ass for me. I could follow them for weeks, knowing that they were having one-night stands all over town. Getting proof of it that would be admissible in court was another matter. To tell the truth, I was getting mighty sick of it. I was getting paid by the day, sure, but the big bucks came in when I actually got hold of the evidence. Spending weeks on the same case was doing nothing good for my bank balance. Even my wife Jennifer was starting to complain about the bills and usually she’s sweet as a nut about that kind of thing.

Around this time I was following a guy that I knew was fucking whores at least twice a week, but I could never manage to get him caught on camera. I was getting really fed up with it, so the day I saw him enter a brothel, I actually followed him in, armed with my camera. I kicked down two or three bedroom doors until I found him with his pants down, a teenage whore kneeling before him, sucking his cock. I took the picture and turned to run the hell out of there only to smack bang into a 250-pound gorilla that must have been the girl’s pimp or minder or something. 

The next thing I remember was lying in the street, my camera at my side, smashed to bits. Of course the philandering husband got the hell out of the whorehouse as soon as he saw me take the photo, leaving me with no evidence and with more than just my ego bruised. I spent the next week licking my wounds and trying to get the man’s wife to pay me for the time I had spent following him. The husband went straight home, broke down and confessed all, saying he was a sex addict. Now they’re reconciled, he’s in rehab and she won’t pay me a cent.

About a week later I was sitting down at home with my wife, trying to unwind with a large glass of Scotch. Jennifer kept making sad, puppy dog eyes at me as if I was brooding about nothing. She knew what was on my mind, but she’s never been one to let things bother her. That was my domain. I heard the telephone and just let it ring and ring. If it was a client I didn’t want to know. I had had enough. Eventually Jennifer walked over and picked it up.

“Oh hi, Leo,” she said gaily. “How’s tricks?”

Leo Dunski. That was all I needed. He’s a small time thief and general layabout, but he has a lot of connections. If you want something, to get high, to get laid, whatever, he’ll put you in touch with the right person. He was an old friend of mine and it was down to him that I met Jennifer, for which I’ll always be grateful. My wife’s sister had got herself into some trouble with her boyfriend and Leo introduced her to me. Nevertheless, I wasn’t in the mood to talk with him.

“Yeah, that’d be great,” continued Jennifer. “Tony’s just sitting here moping. Where are you?”

I waved my hand at her, signalling that I didn’t want to see him or speak to him.

“Yeah. I’ll drag him over there,” she said, grinning at me. “He’s acting like a grouchy old bear and needs a good kick up the ass.”

When she had put the phone down she laughed at the look of resignation on my face.

“Where we going?” I asked.

“The Kokomo.”

“Ah shit. Not that old dive. Why’d he want to meet us there?”

“Come on, it’s not that bad.”

“Oh well. You would say that.”

Before we were married Jenny had worked there as a waitress. It was a pretty sleazy joint, habituated by drug dealers, whores and pimps, but Jenny knew how to handle herself. She could fit in pretty much anywhere. One time she even entered the wet T-shirt contest that they held there once a week, and she won it by a country mile. A few of the regulars there still remembered her turn and often used to ask her for a repeat performance. She always said no, but I got the feeling that the attention kind of pleased her.

“I could always go on my own,” she said. “Maybe make a couple of bucks. Shake my thing.”

“The contest ain’t until tomorrow night.”

“Who said anything about the contest?”

“Very funny,” I said as I got up from the sofa and grabbed my coat.

“Hey, hey. Hold your horses. Give me a minute, okay?”

I stood around for five minutes waiting for Jenny to get changed. I expected her to take even longer, but she surprised me, not only because she was quick, but also the way she looked. She was wearing a short, low cut summer dress, with high-heeled sandals. The colour of the dress almost matched her long sandy hair. Her firm, high breasts threatened to spill out over the top and the hem only just covered her sexy ass. She looked incredible. My spirits soared instantly. My career might not be going so well, but at least I had a knockout wife.

“You like?” she asked, seeing my lustful gaze.

“Me like. Me want to stay home and fuck like bunnies.”

“Uh-uh, Mr Detective. Time for that when we get home.”

It was a ten-minute walk from our apartment to Kokomo’s. As soon as we walked in the door, Leo saw us from his seat at the bar and headed for an empty booth to wait for us.

“The hell happened to you?” he asked when he saw me limping over towards him. “You get hit by a truck or what?”

“Something like that,” I said, feeling my bruised temple.

“Hi Leo,” Jenny said. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hey, you’re looking foxy tonight,” he replied as he stood up to kiss her on the cheek. “You know, Old Jimmy’s here, over at the bar. I just told him you were coming.”

“Is he? Damn. I haven’t seen him in years. I’m just going to go over and say hello.”

Old Jimmy used to own the place. He was her first employer and she saw him as a kind of surrogate father.

“So,” Leo said when we were alone, as he reached out to feel the bumps on my head. “Somebody’s husband not appreciate your camerawork or what?” 

I told him what happened and he laughed. He had some sense of humour.

“Sorry Tony, but, Jesus, it’s your own fault. Why’d you waste your time like that? What you need is a new employee.”

“Oh, like you, I suppose. Someone who can take care of guys built like a brick shithouse.”

“No man. That ain’t what I mean. What you need is a woman.”

“What? You think guys like that won’t harm a lady, is that it? Because if…”

“Hey. Just listen to me. All right? Look, you go round following these guys, waiting ‘til they pick up some whore or some easy lady in a bar or whatever, right? Then you follow them and sneak up to a window or break in and try to get a photo, right?”

“Yeah, where are you going with this?”

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you knew just where they’d be going to do the business beforehand, so you had it all set up. Have a hidden camera, that kind of thing.”

“Damn. You’re right. Why didn’t I think of that before?” my voice dripped with sarcasm. “So I should get some lady who’s a fucking clairvoyant to tell me the guy’s future, yeah? Where he’s going, who he’s gonna meet, where they’re gonna fuck each other’s brains out.”

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s just what I was gonna say, you know-it-all prick.” 

“Leo…”

“Shit. You like this with Jenny? Always interrupting all the time? Listen to me. What you do is get a girl who’s willing to fuck the guy, any guy. Hell, she don’t even have to fuck him, she just has to get in bed with him so’s you can get the photo. You set the guy up, is all. Hire some tasty dish who’ll act as bait.”

I was stunned into silence for a few moments. This was actually a good idea. About the first good idea Leo had ever had in his life. Okay, maybe it was a little bit sleazy, but what the hell, I was in a sleazy profession. Anyway, the cops did this sort of thing all the time to queers, so there was no reason for me to get on my high horse about it.

“I don’t know,” I said eventually. “If I kept using the same girl, people might catch on down at the court house, the lawyers, the judges…”

“I thought you told me these sort of cases are usually settled out of court.”

“Yeah, they are, but the lawyers…”

“Well, you just need the girl to change her appearance each time. Different hair colour, hair style, tattoos, whatever.”

“Okay, so I’d need someone who was always available at any time. They’d have to be willing to go to bed with a strange man they’d just met…”

“But they wouldn’t have to fuck him.”

“But they’d have to act like a whore or a slut anyway. All that, and a master of disguise as well. Where’m I gonna find a girl like that?”

“Ah,” Leo intoned with a wise air. “Today’s your lucky day.”

“So you just happen to know someone like that?”

“Rachel!” Leo shouted towards the bar. “Over here, honey.”

I looked over to see a gorgeous redhead ease herself off her bar stool and head towards us. I wolf-whistled silently as her hips swayed and her breasts jiggled as she walked over. She was about twenty-five years old, 5’5” in high heels, 120 pounds. A slim girl with big tits, just like my wife. It was a definite winning combination. 

“Is this the guy?” Rachel faced me as she sat down beside Leo.

“Yep. Tony Vasco, this is Rachel Diaz. Rachel, Tony.”

We shook hands. 

“What’s going on Leo?” I asked.

“Nothing. Nothing. I just thought you should meet, that’s all.”

“Cut the crap, Leo,” Rachel said in a sharp but friendly sort of way. “Didn’t you tell him about the scam?”

“What scam? Leo?”

“Mr Vasco…” Rachel looked at me.

“Call me Tony.”

“Tony. Leo told me about the kind of work you do. Well, I used to do something similar down the coast. I just moved up here last month.”

“You’re a P.I.?”

“Not quite. I worked for one. One who specialised in divorce cases, just like you.”

“And you used to be the bait for the straying husbands, right?”

“So Leo did tell you about it.”

“In a roundabout way, yes. So, it wasn’t your idea after all, was it, Leo?”

“Did I say it was? Who cares? It’s perfect. She’s perfect.”

“What’s this about a scam?” I asked Rachel.

“Well, it’s like this,” she began. “The wives pay you such and such to get evidence that hubby’s a lying, cheating toad, right? How much you think the husband’ll pay to make sure she never gets the evidence?”

“So…”

“So I go to bed with the guy. You take some snaps. We tell the guy what the deal is and let him decide what we do with the photos. Either he ups the ante and pays more than his wife or he gets to call his lawyer and go through expensive divorce proceedings.”

“No,” I said firmly. “Sounds too much like blackmail to me.”

“I never had you down as a man with too much moral fibre.”

She had me there.

“It’s not just that,” I said. “Most of my business comes from referrals. If word got round that I was up to that sort of thing I’d lose half my trade.”

“Maybe. But you’d probably double your earnings for half the work anyway.”

“I’m sorry but I’m just not interested.”

I was getting kind of irritated with the woman. Not only was she telling me my business but she also kept looking over my shoulder at something, as if expecting a better offer to walk through the door at any minute. Suddenly she stood up and walked past me and I figured that that was the end of that.

“Hey Tony, look,” Leo said pointing behind me at the bar.

A big lug of a man was standing at the bar next to my wife. He reminded me of the guy who had thrown me out of the whorehouse. Big and mean and stupid. I heard him calling Jenny a whore and then his hands started to get busy. With one hand he groped her tits while he used the other to reach up under her skirt. I jumped out of the booth and ran towards them. Before I was ten feet away Rachel had grabbed hold of the guy by the neck and pulled him around. Two quick karate kicks later and he was on the floor, crying his eyes out. Rachel picked him up by the hair, pushed him over to the doorway then kicked him in the ass, making him sprawl out into the street. I rushed over to Jenny and asked if she was okay.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Who is that woman? She a wrestler or something?”

“Friend of Leo’s,” I said. “What happened?”

“I was just coming over to join you when he started hassling me. Asking me for a date. Offering to buy me drinks. You know I’m used to that in here. I was giving him the brush off, but in a friendly way. Then he starts getting angry, telling me if I don’t go out back in the alley with him he’s gonna fuck me right here in the bar. Next thing I know he’s got his hands all over me and then Superwoman over there comes along.”

Rachel closed the door at the entrance and walked over towards us. I introduced her to my wife.

“Thanks for your help back there,” she said. “That was really something.”

“My pleasure. Uhm, Tony, shall we get back to business?”

“I thought…”

“Oh, sorry about that. I wasn’t walking out on you. I saw that asshole hassling your wife here and I knew he was gonna start causing a ruckus any minute. You wanna start again?”

“Sure,” I said and the three of us sat back down with Leo.

“What business is this then?” Jenny asked. “Is it private?”

“No, it’s okay,” I said and filled her in on Rachel’s idea.

“Well,” she said. “Sounds like a good idea. Make more money, save more time. I don’t like the blackmail idea though. Tony’s right. In the long run it might be a bad move. We might end up having to leave town to get new clients.”

“That’s a distinct possibility,” Rachel grinned.

“Oh,” I said, cottoning on. “So that’s why you moved here.”

“I kind of like moving around anyway. Look, I’ll tell you what. I’ve been in this city for two solid weeks and nobody’s interested in doing the scam. We can do it the standard way if you prefer.”

“You mean, just take the wife’s money and get the evidence for her. No blackmail?”

“Sure. We’ll try it that way and see how it goes. Deal?”

“Deal,” I smiled at her and we shook hands again. If nothing else, at least she could help me out if I was getting a beating from some ape.

Leo grinned and called for a round of drinks as we discussed how to split the money. 

Over the next few weeks I almost tripled my business. I was even taking work from one of the larger detective agencies where I had a contact that needed to farm out some of the divorce work. Before now it had taken too long to finish individual jobs and I could never take on that many jobs. Now I was getting the evidence under wraps within three to five days.

I was kind of apprehensive on the first assignment we took together, but for Rachel it was like taking candy from a baby. We were after a man named Nathan Lloyd, who, his wife suspected, was fond of spending his Friday evenings at a joint called Smokey Joe’s, flashing his cash around the bar and picking up the first floozy he could. Rachel and I had already checked into a room at a cheap, nearby hotel and then we sat in the car in the bar’s parking lot, waiting for him to arrive. 

I couldn’t help admiring Rachel’s legs as we sat there. She was wearing the shortest, tightest dress I’d ever seen. I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that Lloyd could resist her. His wife had given me a recent photo and his licence number and I spotted him the moment he drove on to the lot.

“Okay, Rachel,” I said. “You get in there now and I’ll follow on.”

“Maybe you should just wait at the hotel.”

“What if something goes wrong?”

“It won’t.”

“Well, I’m coming in anyway.”

“Suit yourself.”

As she exited the car her dress rode up, exposing the cheeks of her ass. I suppose that she was wearing a thong but for all I knew she was completely naked. She quickly pulled the hem of the dress down a little and strode over to the bar. As soon as Lloyd had made his way inside I followed on. By the time I reached the entrance, a minute or so later, the pair of them were walking out, hand in hand. She sure as hell didn’t waste much time. Lloyd didn’t even glance at me as they passed, too busy thinking about the sweet pussy he was just about to enjoy. Rachel winked at me, grinning at the bewildered look on my face.

The hotel was just across the street. I tagged along behind them, checking in my pocket for the room key. I followed them up the stairs and watched them walk together inside the bedroom we had already booked. I checked my watch. Rachel had told me to give her precisely two minutes and then to knock on the door. If she wasn’t ready she would say, “Who is it?” and I was to answer that I had the wrong door. Then I’d listen outside for her to call me.

When the two minutes were up I knocked on the door. I could hear some whispering going on inside but no response. I opened the door with my key and aimed the camera at the bed. Lloyd sat up in bed looking like a frightened rabbit as I took the photo. Rachel was beside him, the bed covers drawn up to her neck. I took three snaps in rapid succession then Rachel jumped out of the bed and reached to the chair to pick up her dress. I noted that she had been wearing underwear after all. It was a skimpy blue thong with matching bra.

“What the hell’s going on here?” Lloyd asked when he had got over the shock.

“Ta ta, sweetie,” Rachel said as she pulled on her dress quickly and walked over to meet me at the door. “Send my regards to your wife.”

We hastily made our way downstairs, walked across the street to my car and drove away.

“How’d you get him out of the bar so fast?” I asked her.

“You call that fast? It took him about ten seconds to make his mind up to come with me. That’s a damn sight longer than most men.”

Every job we did went like clockwork. Rachel knew the ropes far better than I. She arranged everything. All I had to do was show up with my camera. I began to wonder how I’d ever managed at all without Rachel. 

At first I worried about how Jenny might take it, my partner being such a sexy lady and me taking photos of her undressed so often. Fact is, she didn’t mind at all. She had a lot of admiration for Rachel, ever since that night in the bar when she had beaten up the guy molesting her. They even came to be great friends, going shopping together, working out together, doing everything together.

Of course good things never last. As soon as I was getting used to the easy life Rachel pulled the rug out from under me. We were sitting in my office, about to go over our schedule for the next two weeks.

“Hold up a second Tony,” she said when I began going through it. “I’ve got something to tell you.”




Adultery Is My Business



Something in her tone of voice made me realise that it wasn’t going to be good news, not for me at any rate. I sighed and told her to say what was on her mind. She told me that she was moving on, that she enjoyed working with me, but that she was going to move to another city. She’d been here long enough now, much longer than she usually spent in any one place. I tried to persuade her to stay but her mind was made up. She told me she was catching a train on Saturday morning and she probably wouldn’t be back.

“Can’t you wait a while?” I pleaded with her. “We’ve got that Spencer case lined up for Saturday night. Stay for that one at least. You know that Mrs Spencer is paying double rates for a quick job, and we’ve got the whole deal set up.”

Spencer was one of those guys who exclusively used the lonely-hearts columns to find dates. His wife had found a stash of magazines with several ads marked off. After checking her phone bill she realised that he had been calling up the message service of the magazine. All the ads that he had circled were very similar. ‘Busty, blonde girl, 18-30, open-minded, adventurous, etc. seeks man to enjoy good times with – no strings’. Rachel and I sent in an ad along the same lines, only more explicit. The day the magazine came out the message voice box was filled with nearly a hundred replies. Spencer’s wife had given us a tape recording of her husband’s voice, but it still took us about three hours to find the right guy.

Spencer left a cell phone number and Rachel had called him up. She wouldn’t let me listen to the conversation but from what I could hear from the hallway, she was talking dirty to him. She tried to get a date for that same evening but he told her that he wouldn’t be able to make it before Saturday. They arranged to meet at the hotel bar of a place that we used regularly. Rachel was going to put on her blonde wig for the occasion. Everything was set up nicely. It had taken a while to set up, but it was going to go real smooth.

“Come on Rachel. Stay another day or so. It’ll be a piece of cake.”

“Tony, my mind’s made up. If it’s an easy one, why don’t you get someone else to do it?”

“Like who? It’ll probably take me weeks before I’ll find a girl who’s willing and able to do that kind of work.”

“How about your wife?” she asked.

“You’re joking with me now, huh? You mess up all my plans and now you’re having a laugh about it.”

“I’m serious. Jenny would be fantastic. She could do it no problem. You know I’ve been teaching her kickboxing? She could handle herself if any shit went down.”

“Forget it,” I said. “I’ll sort something out.”

“Okay, Tony,” she said heading to the door.

“Rachel.”

“Yeah?”

“If you ever change your mind…”

“I’ll know where to come,” she said smiling then opened the door and left.

I spent the rest of the day wondering what the hell I was going to do. I called Leo straight away and asked him to find me a girl just like Rachel. 

“Shit, man. Girls like her don’t grow on trees, you know. Might take some time finding someone even part ways close to what she can do.”

“Yeah, I know. Just do your best, okay? I want someone by Saturday.”

When I got home later that afternoon I told Jenny what had happened.

“Yeah, she told me she was thinking about moving on.”

“Jesus! Why didn’t you try to talk her out of it?” I yelled.

“I did. Of course I did. I know she means a lot to your business, but she’s my friend, my best friend. I’m going to miss her too!”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Just feeling a bit worried about what to do now. I’ve got four assignments that I need to finish by the end of next week. If I go back to working alone it could take me weeks or even months. You just can’t tell.”

“Can’t you find someone else to work with?”

“I’ve put feelers out, but it’s going to take some time, and even then it’s going to be tough finding someone who can do the job.”

“It doesn’t sound like such a hard occupation to me. Getting a man to go to bed with you. Hell, I could do that.”

“Ha,” I laughed. “That’s what Rachel said.”

“What’s so funny about that? You don’t think I could do it?” she asked angrily. “You don’t think men would want to take me home and fuck me?”

“Whoa, whoa, I only…”

“Only what? You think I couldn’t handle it. You think I should just stay at home all day being the happy housewife and let hubby worry about the bills. Is that it?”

We ended up having a bit of a row, and as usual I ended up having to apologise.

“Forget it. I’m going out. Rachel asked me to meet her for a drink,” she said, picking up her coat and walking out of the house.

Damn, I thought, two women walking out on me in one day. Well, at least I knew that one of them would be coming back. I sat down and spent the evening feeling sorry for myself. When Jenny came back we made up and then we made love and I managed to forget about my problems for a while. Over the next couple of days I tried desperately to find a woman willing to be my partner. I had Leo and a few other guys I knew asking around for anyone who might be interested, but things weren’t looking too bright. I told them that if they found someone by Friday night that they should call me straight away. I needed to go through the ropes with them before Saturday night or else all the planning I had done for the Spencer job would have been wasted.

On Friday evening I was still waiting. I sat at home by the telephone praying that the telephone would ring. Jenny was getting changed, ready to meet Rachel and see her one last time before she moved away to another city.

“Why don’t you come with us?” she asked me.

“No, it’s okay.”

“You’re not angry with her, are you?”

“No. It’s not that. I have to wait by the phone. If no one calls tonight I’ll have to call the job off. Shit, I’ll probably have to go back to following these bozos for weeks at a time. Anyway, wish Rachel good luck for me. It was good while it lasted.”

“Hey,” she said, leaning over to kiss me goodbye. “Don’t get all depressed. I’m sure things’ll turn out okay, one way or another.”

I sat on the couch drinking steadily from my bottle of Scotch as I waited for the phone to ring. I called Leo a couple of times, asking how things were going, but had no luck. When Jenny got home again about midnight I was feeling pretty damn morose about the whole business.

“Any luck?” she asked me as she walked through the door. “No, don’t bother answering. I can see by your face.”

“You have a good time?” I asked.

“Yeah, I did. Rachel told me all about the job.”

“What job? She got a new one lined up already?”

“No, the Spencer job.”

“Oh, right. Well, looks like he’ll be stuck in that hotel on his own tomorrow. Poor guy. I really feel sorry for him.”

“Let me do it,” Jenny demanded.

“What? Come on, we’ve been through this.”

“I can do it. You know I can.”

“Sure you can,” I said. “But I don’t want you to.”

“Make you jealous would it?” she asked in a taunting voice as she stepped towards me.

“No. You know I ain’t like that.”

“That’s what you tell me. I guess you’re a liar though.”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I can handle myself okay.”

“What about that guy at Kokomo’s that night, the one that Rachel threw out?”

“Yeah, well, Rachel’s been teaching me some moves since then.”

“Oh, you know some moves do you?”

“I could kick your ass, buddy boy,” she said grinning at me.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! Stand up and I’ll prove it.”

“Hey, don’t embarrass yourself,” I said with a smirk.

“Tell you what. If I put you on the floor, you let me do the job tomorrow.”

“Okay,” I said confidently. “And if you don’t then you’ll shut up about it, yeah?”

“Deal,” she said, offering me her hand to shake.

I stood up and held my hand out. She quickly grabbed it with both hands, twisted my arm around, turned and threw me over her shoulder, leaving me in a heap on the floor. 

“You want a hand, partner?” she said, leaning down to help me up.

“No way. That doesn’t count. I wasn’t ready.”

“Okay,” she said, when I was up on my feet. “Ding ding. Round 2.”

I grinned at her. It won’t be so easy this time, baby, I said to myself. The next thing I knew I was on the floor again.

“How the hell did you do that?” I asked, rubbing the back of my head.

“Rachel’s a good teacher. She also told me all I need to know about working with you. I’m the best you’re going to get.”

“Okay, okay. You’re in. But just this one job,” I said. 

I had seen photos of Spencer and I knew that Jenny would be able to take care of him. He was only a little taller than her and while he didn’t have any fat on him, he didn’t have any muscle either.

Jenny clapped her hands and jumped up and down. At least one of us was happy about it. Later that night as we were going to sleep I began to think about tomorrow. My main concern had been my wife’s safety but now I began to think about the other side of it. She would have to flirt with some strange man, convince him that she wanted sex, strip off down to her underwear and join him in bed. I had never really felt sexual jealousy before. I trusted Jenny implicitly. Trouble was, I didn’t trust the other guy.

The following afternoon we drove to the hotel and booked a room under the name Johnson. The desk clerk looked surprised to see Jenny there. He was used to seeing me with Rachel, but he said nothing. One day he had caught me bursting in on Rachel and some guy. After that I gave him an extra big tip whenever we did a job there and he would let us have the use of a utility room on the same floor. This saved us from running out to our car. We just hid away until the guy had left. I showed Jenny the layout of the hotel, the bar, the bedroom and the utility room.

Jenny knew the plan inside out by now and I was pretty confident that she could pull it off. Rachel had given her own description to Spencer on the telephone, but as she had the same figure and similar features as my wife there wasn’t a problem. Jenny didn’t even need to use a blonde wig. She was wearing a dress I had picked out, that buttoned all the way down at the front. When she got back to the room with him I wanted her to be able to slip it back on easily when I had shot the photos of them in bed. When she first tried it on I noticed that she was wearing a thong. Much as I normally like her wearing them I didn’t like the idea of this guy seeing her ass so I made her change into a pair of regular panties before we came to the hotel. 

“Just remember,” I said. “You call the shots. Soon as you get back in the room with him you take off your dress and put it somewhere handy. Then get into bed and pull the covers up. Tell him to take off his clothes and come into bed. By then I’ll be knocking at the door. Soon as I come in you grab the dress and high tail it to the utility room. Okay?”

“It’s okay, Tony. We’ve been through this a hundred times.”

She acted confident but I could see that she was nervous so I told her to have a drink or two from the mini bar.

At around seven pm we left the room and took the elevator down to the hotel bar. He was due in around half an hour. We stood together at the bar, waiting for him. There were about a dozen other patrons scattered around the room. I gave Jenny a nudge when I saw him enter.

“You ready, baby? Remember, you can pull out any time you like. Just give me a signal.”

She winked at me and stepped back a little, to make it look like we weren’t together. I watched as Spencer scanned the whole of the bar. Jenny was the only blonde in the joint and he made a beeline towards her. I saw him smile to himself when he saw her close up. He couldn’t believe his luck. I bet that very few of the women he met this way ever came close to looking like Jenny. I noticed that he looked much younger than his photo, early thirties, I guessed, and not that bad looking.

“Are you Suzy Johnson?” he asked hopefully.

“Uh huh, and you’re James Regan?” my wife smiled a welcome.

“Yep, that’s me,” Spencer said. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Well, why don’t we just go…”

“Bartender!” Spencer called, interrupting her. “Get me a large vodka, straight, no ice, and…what’s that you’re drinking, Suzy?”

“Brandy and soda, but…”

“And a large brandy,” he ordered then turned back to Jenny. “You sound completely different.”

“Huh?”

“Over the phone, you sounded, I don’t know, different.”

“Oh right. Yeah, everybody says that,” Jenny said quickly.

I could see that she was panicking a little. Her eyes betrayed her nervousness. I sat there waiting, expecting her to give it up any moment. She rapidly downed the brandy in her glass as the bartender handed Spencer the drinks he had ordered. Spencer lifted them in one hand then took Jenny by the arm and escorted her over to a booth at the end.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s go sit down.”

Jenny shrugged her shoulders as she was pulled along in front of me. I walked over to the corner of the bar so I could watch them without being noticed. I was getting worried now. Spencer was much more in charge than I would have expected, and my wife seemed to be losing control. The plan had been that they would head straight to the hotel room and we would get it over and done with quickly.

I watched as they sat beside each other in the booth, facing the bar. Spencer patted Jenny on the knee a couple of times then kept his hand there, making little circular movements, pushing the hem of her dress up her thighs with the back of his hand. Then his hand moved between her legs, forcing her knees apart.

“I have a room here,” Jenny blurted out when he began moving his hand higher up the inside of her thighs.

“You don’t like doing nothing in public, huh? I thought your ad said you was adventurous.”

“Well, I am. In bed.”

“You should try it out in the open some time. Most women I meet, they love it. Gets them horny. I’m talking multiple orgasms here.”

“All I need,” she said, looking him in the eye. “Is for you to stick your cock up my pussy…while I’m lying in bed. Think you can handle that?”

“Get straight to the point, don’t you? Good. I like that in a woman. Best if we have another drink though, makes me last longer when I’ve had a couple, know what I mean?” he leered at her then grabbed her hand and placed it on his lap, right on his cock.

Jenny pulled back instinctively and I wondered whether I would need to go over and get her out of here.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t expect it to be hard already? Hell, I get hard in a second. Even after I’ve just cum. I can go all night baby.”

“Well,” Jenny said. “You talk the talk, but can you walk the walk?”

“Wow, you’re just my type of lady, you know that? I’m gonna enjoy fucking your brains out. Come here.”

He grabbed hold of her shoulder and dragged her to him, mashing his mouth against hers, forcing her lips open with his tongue. She struggled at first but must have thought it would look bad so she relaxed her body and let him kiss her. After a few seconds his hand cupped her breast, squeezing it, pressing against her nipple, as his tongue flickered around her mouth. 

To my amazement I found myself getting aroused as I watched this guy manhandling my wife. She was making no attempt to stop him any more. In fact she seemed to be kissing him back. When he withdrew from her mouth for a second to get some air I saw her tongue flitting out, drawing him back in. My cock was pressing hard against the confines of my shorts. My breathing was slow and heavy. Part of me knew that I should run over there and drag him off her. I persuaded myself that I couldn’t do it now, that I couldn’t blow the assignment yet, not until Jenny gave me a signal.

“The hell with the second drink,” Spencer said when he pulled away finally. “Let’s go up to your room. I want to see those lovely tits of yours.”

He stood up to allow Jenny through, running his hand all over her ass as she passed by. They walked together side by side as they made their way to the elevator. I headed for the stairs, running up quickly, knowing that I would be up on the second floor before them. As soon as I was up there I stood in the corner of the stairwell, facing the elevator, waiting for it come up. After I had been waiting for a minute I checked the stairs below me. If the elevator had broken down Jenny would have taken him up this way. I waited for another minute but there was no sign of them. 

I quickly ran down the corridor to our room and listened at the door. Could they somehow have got up here before me? It didn’t seem likely. I pressed my ear to the door but I could hear nothing inside. After another minute had passed I knocked on the door. Still nothing. I was just about to take out my key and open the door when I heard the sound of the elevator down the corridor. I quickly ran inside the utility room, listening at the door. I heard voices coming nearer. It was Spencer and my wife all right. What had taken them so long? 

“Got your key, baby?” I heard Spencer say. “I can’t wait to get inside, and I don’t mean the room. Ha ha.”

I heard Jenny fumbling with the lock then the door opened and shut. I peeked round to see that the corridor was empty. I checked my watch then rushed over to the door and pressed my ear against it. I could hear a faint whispering then a soft rustling sound. I imagined that she was taking off her dress, leaving herself naked but for her bra and panties. Spencer would be ogling her body, wrestling with his clothes, trying to get them off as soon as possible. I checked my watch. One minute to go. 

I heard the sound of creaking bedsprings. Jenny must have got on the bed. She’d be lying there now, under the covers, dressed only in her underwear. The man would be grinning at her as he pulled off his socks. Then he would be pulling down his shorts, freeing his hard on, pointing it at my wife, showing her what he was about to shove inside her pussy. I rubbed my hand on the growing bulge in my pants and checked my watch again. Two minutes were up. Now I should be knocking at the door. I raised my fist but something made me hesitate. Maybe he wasn’t in the bed yet. I had to wait until they were together. I decided to wait a little longer. 

I kept listening. I heard the bedsprings again, louder this time. He was definitely in bed with her now. I raised my fist again. Do it. Go on. Knock. Again I hesitated. I told myself I was just being careful, that I didn’t want to break in too early, but deep down I knew differently. I was picturing Spencer, indulging in foreplay, his hands all over my wife as she lay in bed in just her underwear. I saw his hands groping between her legs, touching her panties. I rubbed my hand on my cock again. Suddenly I heard Jenny raise her voice.

“You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you? Now! Right now! Come on!”

It was a signal to me. I didn’t bother to knock. I jammed the key in the door and pushed it wide open. I aimed the camera at the bed. The bed sheets were on the floor. Spencer was lying on top of my wife, his mouth sucking her tits while he pressed his hard on between her legs. He was stark naked, and so was she. Spencer suddenly turned his head, looking directly into the camera. I took three rapid shots of the two of them. Jenny pushed him off of her, grabbed her dress and wrapped it round her as she ran towards me in the doorway.

“What the fuck is going on?” Spencer yelled as he tried to cover himself up.

Jenny rushed past me out the door and ran into the utility room. I shut the door on Spencer and followed my wife, making sure that he hadn’t come out and seen where we went. Inside, Jenny was standing against the wall, her dress wide open, her tits and pussy on display. Her eyes were wide, her pupils black. She was very excited. She stood in front of me, breathless, unable to speak. She grabbed me, pressing my body against hers, up against the wall. She began kissing me, wrapping her tongue around mine. When she broke away I looked at her and hesitated. Different questions ran through my mind. There was so much I wanted to know.




Adultery Is My Business



“What happened? It wasn’t supposed to go like that. What happened to your underwear?” I spluttered out.

“He took them off me.”

“You were supposed to just take your dress off then jump into the bed.”

“I did.”

“So he took your panties off once you were in bed? You should have called out before, as soon as he tried.”

“I couldn’t. It wasn’t when I was in bed.”

“What? I don’t understand.”

“Look. Let me start at the beginning. I know things weren’t supposed to go like that but I couldn’t help it. I knew what I was supposed to do but I got nervous. When he started touching me up in the bar, I didn’t know how much I should let him get away with. When he was kissing me I had to kiss him back and I just got…”

“What?”

“Worried. I knew you were watching, that you could see what he was doing, the way he was kissing and groping me. I was worried you might put a stop to it, so I managed to persuade him to come upstairs. We got on the elevator and I thought things were going okay. He was feeling me up, my tits and my ass, but I knew that we were nearly there. Then he pulled the switch on the elevator, stopping us between floors and he asked me to show him my tits. I told him no, that we were nearly at my room anyway and he could wait until then, but he insisted. He had this thing about doing stuff in public places. He wouldn’t let me turn the elevator back on.”

“So you did it? You showed them to him?” I asked.

“No. We kept arguing about it until he eventually told me to just take my bra off so he could see how they looked with nothing on under my dress. I didn’t have much choice so I did it. I reached around the back, undid my bra strap and pulled it through my dress. Then he came up to me and put his hands back on my tits. He said they felt really good like that. Actually,” she paused. “It was…It made me feel…”

“Horny?”

“Well, maybe a little bit. He had already had his hand up my skirt…and then…then when he started touching my breast…you know how much that gets me going. Go on, do it yourself,” she said, grabbing my hand and pressing it to her naked breast. “You see how my nipple’s all hard? He could feel my nipples poking out through my dress.”

I rolled my fingers around both of her nipples, pulling at them slightly, until she moaned. 

“Then he asked me to take off my panties. I said no way. I thought if I did that then he would fuck me right there in the elevator. He put his hand under my skirt…he felt my panties and they were…oh Tony, they were all wet…he must have thought I wanted it, that I wanted him to fuck me. I couldn’t think straight. I just stood there while he rubbed his hand along the front of my panties. Then he grabbed them at the sides and yanked them down to my ankles. Oh God. I was sure he was going to fuck me right there and I…I didn’t know how to stop him.”

Suddenly she crushed her lips against mine, pulled me to her and kissed me long and hard. Her hands grabbed my ass, pressing me harder against her. She could feel me, the hardness at my groin. She looked down then traced her hand along the bulge in my pants and began rubbing it. She carried on speaking, her voice becoming more and more urgent as she continued.

“I could see it, like yours. His erection. I thought he was going to pull it out. He unzipped himself but then suddenly the elevator started again. Somebody on another floor must have called for it or something. He picked up my bra and panties and shoved them in his pocket just as the door opened on our floor. I couldn’t see you in the corridor but I knew you must be around somewhere. 

“When we were inside the room I suddenly realised that I would have to get completely naked in front of him. I hadn’t thought about that when I had taken my bra off. I couldn’t get into bed wearing the dress. If I pulled the covers up no one would notice in the photos, but he…he would. He might get suspicious. I didn’t want to mess up the job. 

“While I was thinking about all this he was getting out of his clothes as fast as he could. He was completely naked in about ten seconds. He lay down on the bed. His cock was standing up like a pole. He had a really big one. I just stood there staring at it…” 

“Tell me what happened. On the bed.”

“I had lost all track of time. I knew you must have been outside but I didn’t know when the two minutes would be up. I thought that if you came in now that it would be no good, that I had to be in the bed with him. I unbuttoned my dress and threw it on the chair. I looked at his face. He was staring at my tits, at my pussy. I saw his cock twitching. It was like it had a life of it’s own. I was looking at it, not thinking about him at all, just his cock, like it was something completely separate. Oh God, Tony, take yours out. Take it out and let me see it.”

She pulled at my zipper and released my hard on, fondling it in her hand. She took hold of it and pressed it up between her legs. I felt how wet she was, how desperate she was to be fucked right now, right this minute. 

“Oh, I want it. I want your cock. I want it so bad.”

I pushed her back against the wall, grabbed the cheeks of her ass and lifted her up against me. I raised her legs up high on to my shoulders then I jammed my cock deep inside her pussy and began to thrust.

“Oh yes. Yes. Fuck me,” she cried. “Do it.”

“What happened next, after you took your dress off?” I whispered in her ear. 

“Oooh Tony…he pulled me on to the bed, right on top of him…I could feel it, his cock between my legs…rubbing against my clit…mmmm…then he turned me over onto my back and he…he started sucking my tits…ooooh yeah…”

I leaned down to wrap my mouth around her tit, pulling at the nipple with my teeth, sucking it as I pounded into her.

“Oh God. Oh yeah. His cock…he was pressing it…between my legs…he was trying to get it in my pussy…mmmm…he wanted to fuck me…”

“What if I didn’t hear your signal?” I asked. “What would you have done?”

“What signal?”

“When you said he was going to fuck you…when you said now, right now.”

She gave me a blank look and I realised that it hadn’t been a signal at all. 

“You wanted it, didn’t you? You wanted him to fuck you. You were begging him to do it before I came in.”

She stared into my eyes for a moment then nodded, her mouth open. 

“Yes…yes. I did…I wanted him to fuck me…I didn’t know where you were…when you’d be there…oh God…I wanted his cock inside me… fucking me…like you’re fucking me now.”

I forced my tongue inside her mouth and we kissed, violently, passionately as I felt my balls tighten up.

“Yes…Now…Do it…Cum inside me…Fuck me…fuck me…ooooh!”

Jenny moaned as I jammed her body against the wall, thrusting my cock as far within her as it would go as my cock exploded, shooting my load deep inside her, filling her up with my cum as she moaned loudly in orgasm. We kissed passionately as I let her gently down so that she could stand up again. After I had got my breath back I left the room to check if Spencer was still around. It looked like he was long gone, and I doubted very much that he would be back. Jenny and I spent the evening in the hotel room, making love again and again. It was an incredible night.

The next morning, just as we were about to leave the hotel room, Jenny turned to me.

“So,” she said. “You going to tell me about our next case?”

I looked at her, unsure whether she was joking or not.

“Let’s go back to bed,” I said when I realised she was serious. “We can discuss the ins and outs of it better there.”

“You’re the boss,” she said, tearing off her dress and laying naked on the bed, waiting for me.



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Adultery on the High Seas



'I'm off to find a last drink in the lounge and then go to bed, so I'll leave you two love-birds in peace!' she exclaimed archly, giving Jane a final wink as she left. The gloom hid the sudden blush that came to Jane's cheeks at her incorrigible friend's presumption, but she made no protest as Brian took her arm and led her towards the ladder that led up to the boat deck.

Keeping away from the few other hardy souls who were already there, her escort found the shelter of the davit and leaned on the rail.

'This will keep some of the wind off us', he said. 'Are you sure you're not too cold?'

Jane hugged the stole about her more tightly. 'No, I'm fine,' she lied, determined not to be driven from the company of such an attractive man by a mere sea-breeze.

They stood talking for a long time, each probing the other to learn more about themselves. Having already noticed that he wore no ring, she was itching to discover whether or not he was married, but was reluctant to actually pop the question. However, after a long exchange about their childhood, schooling and jobs, Brian suddenly said, 'Heidi told me that you are married to an intelligence officer, is that right?'

Slightly taken aback, she nodded. 'Yes, for three years, but no children. What about you?'

' I'm married right enough,' he replied rather abruptly, then suddenly changed the subject. Pointing towards the shore, he exclaimed 'Look, see that flash, that must be a light-house on the coast!'

It was an obvious evasion and she knew he didn't want to pursue the subject, so she returned to their former small-talk for a while.

There was a sudden gust of wind and in spite of her previous denial, she momentarily shivered. Immediately she felt a strong arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards the solidity of his large body.

'You are cold after all!' he said accusingly.' We'd better go back inside.'

'No I'm fine, let's stay a few more minutes. You're big enough to make a perfect wind-break!' She snuggled up against his side and felt his arm tighten around her. No way was she going to let the English Channel deprive her of a cuddle from this lovely man.

'I was dreading the boredom of this voyage,' he said, bending so that his face was almost touching Jane's hair, as he was a head taller than her. 'But now having met you, I don't want it to end,.'

She felt the cold suddenly replaced with a warm glow - and to her delicious consternation, it seemed to concentrate itself in the more secret places of her body.

'This reminds me of that Ella Fitzgerald song - "I'd like to get you on a slow boat to China!'' she whispered. 'A pity we're both not going all the way.'

She felt an even harder squeeze around her shoulders.

'Maybe we will be going all the way,' he murmured enigmatically.

*****

Next day, the Empire Avon knuckled down to work as she steamed at sixteen knots across the Bay of Biscay, for once as calm as a millpond. The infantry officers spent much of the day below, sorting out their troops' accommodation and going through the bureaucratic military rituals beloved of every army. All officers had to be in uniform until after lunchtime, when they could wear casual dress until the evening, when jacket and tie were required at dinner.

Jane answered a call for volunteers to act as teachers for the smaller children and acquired a handful of seven year-olds to look after for a couple of hours each morning. She saw no sign of Brian Wolfe until lunch, when he came in late and had to find a seat at another table. However, he came across to her afterwards to say he was obliged to spend much of the day down on the troop-decks, but would see her that evening.

Feeling strangely alone, she found a deck-chair on the promenade deck and took out a book borrowed from the library shelves in the lounge. Before she had opened the first page, the vivacious Heidi appeared and settled herself in the next chair.

'Where's your lover-boy, Jane? Haven't chucked him already, have you?'

'No, he's playing soldiers down below, but he says he'll be up for dinner.'

'We'd better 'glam up' a bit for that,' said Heidi. 'Last night wasn't typical, but this evening we'll almost certainly get some music and dancing after the meal.'

Jane had noticed that in the large 'Smoking Room' next to the main lounge, was a record-player set up near the small bar. The commandant frowned upon any excessive drinking and at lunchtime, only beer was provided by the stewards, but at night, the most popular tipple was gin-and-tonic, which suited Jane fine, as she hated the taste of whisky. Many of the other ladies seemed to favour Pimm's Number One, which to Jane was just another way of eating fruit!

Heidi was keen to hear from her friend how her late-night promenade had gone the previous evening, as she had been asleep by the time Jane had come back to the cabin.

'It was nice, we had a nice long talk and watched the coast slipping away,' said Jane, guardedly.

Heidi sounded scandalised. 'A nice talk, indeed! Didn't he try seducing you, for goodness sake?'

'Of course not! He put his arm around me when it got cold, that's all.'

'Well, that's a start, I suppose,' said Heidi grudgingly.' But you'd better get a move on, Mombasa's only a fortnight away - you need to egg him on a bit tonight!'

Jane rolled her eyes at her room-mate for her one-track mind, but privately hoped that things might progress later. Almost immediately, the little devil of conscience that sat on her shoulder gave her a prod with his fork, reminding her that she had a husband waiting at the end of the voyage.

Dinner that evening was certainly a more formal event than on the night they had sailed. Most of men were either in uniform or in light suits with regimental ties and the ladies were in their best dresses. Heidi looked exotic in slinky red, while Jane again turned many heads by appearing in a Chinese-style dress of green brocade with a high collar and a skirt slit on each side, again sent by her husband from Singapore.

Brian again arrived too late to find a seat at their table, as so many of the younger officers had been attracted to it like iron filings to a magnet. However, Jane quite enjoyed the intense attention she received from these animated young men, all of whom appeared intent on dancing with her after the meal. There were a few frosty looks from a couple of the older wives, who apparently felt that married women should not flirt, but generally the matrons were quite happy to see the younger set enjoying themselves.

As Heidi had predicted, after dinner many of them adjourned to the Smoking Room and before long, the radiogram was fully employed in churning out dance music -- everything from Bill Haley's rock-and-roll to sentimental Sinatra.

Heidi staked a claim to one of the tables set around the edge of the room, while Brian ordered a round of 'G&T's[ from a steward. A couple of his fellow officers joined their group and soon the gin and general festive atmosphere loosened them all up. As always, Heidi was the life and soul of the party, and soon she was dragging off men in rotation to perform on the dance floor. Brian shifted into to her seat next to Jane and apologised for his absence for most of the day.

'All sorts of problems to sort out, I'm afraid. It's a different world down below, almost a thousand chaps crammed in there. If they knew how well we lived up here, there'd be a mutiny!'

As soon as Heidi came back to refuel with more gin, Brian stood up and held out his hands to Jane. 'Come on, I've been waiting for this all day.!'

They went on to the floor and to Nat King Cole's 'Mona Lisa', glided around to the romantic melody, Brian proving his love of dancing by his faultless performance for such a big man. Jane was entranced, not only by the dancing, which she loved, but by the feel of his body against her. She had on her highest heels which helped to reduce the difference in their height, but her face was still only just level with his chin.

When the LP record began more smoochy music, they hardly spoke as they moved expertly around the floor, each being more than content with the sensation of the other's body so close against them. She revelled in the feel of his powerful arms and he was entranced by the delicious pressure of her breasts through the silk of her dress,

For her part, Jane was increasingly conscious of another pressure lower down her body from his growing erection. The devil on her shoulder was becoming frantic, but she resolutely ignored it, lying to herself that this would be as far as it would go, and that when they went back to their table, she would refuse any more gin, as from past experience, she knew that alcohol rapidly paralysed her inhibitions. However, when the record ended and they went to sit down, another fresh G&T was waiting for her.

'That's from Lionel, who's dying to meet you, Jane,' announced Heidi archly, waving a hand across the table to where two ship's officers now sat. One was her bearded purser friend, Roger, whom Jane had met earlier, the other was a tall, lean man, extremely handsome in a craggy sort of way. Jane immediately felt a jolt of interest, especially as she was so attracted to his blue and gold uniform. The two stripes and purple band on each sleeve marked him as an engineering officer.

The newcomer stood up and gravely shook hands across the table.

'I've been looking forward so much to meeting you, Jane,' he said in a voice with a slight Scottish lilt.. 'I'm Lionel Galbraith, one of the slaves from down below who keeps this old hulk moving!'

She hardly registered the words, as his grey eyes bored into hers, mesmerising her like a rabbit caught in headlights. Apart from his hair, which was dark blonde waved back from his forehead, she thought he was the image of Charles Heston, one of her favourite Hollywood heart-throbs.

He raised his glass of beer to toast her. 'Here's to the prettiest red-head that's ever set foot on this ship!'. He was careful to be diplomatic, as Heidi was a brunette.

All the others responded willingly, even Brian who did not seem put out by the arrival of a potential rival. Forgetting her recent vow, Jane downed half of her new drink, feeling the glow of the gin as it flowed into her system.

'Thank you, kind sir!' she replied, giving Lionel a full blast of her own lovely eyes. 'Though I'm sure you say that to all the girls!'

'Only the red-heads!' answered the suave engineer. 'I've got a different line of patter for the blondes!'

The ice was well and truly broken and for the duration of the next, more vigorous record, the group chatted amicably. Several other officers came and asked the two women to dance, but both sweetly declined, using the truthful excuse that their tight dresses would not allow them to jive or rock-and-roll.

'I'm going to wear a full skirt tomorrow night,' whispered Jane to Heidi, 'Even with these slits in this cheongsam, I couldn't kick up a leg to save my life!'

However, the next record was a mixture of waltzes, fox-trots and 'cling-together' music. Brian claimed her again, much to her delight, though she did give a rather longing look at Lionel Galbraith, who had stolen Heidi from the assistant purser and was leading her onto the dance floor.

Once again, they danced as if welded together face-to-face and again Jane savoured the feel of Brian's body, from the touch of his hands to the pressure of his pelvis. They stayed on the floor for the next long record, both reluctant to give up the sensuous pleasure that they were enjoying. Jane decided that perhaps Heidi was right about making the most of this voyage and, ignoring her conscience for a while, she happily accepted the fact that she was thoroughly enjoying this unexpected resurgence of her libido.

Eventually they went back to their table, where yet another refill for her glass had appeared. Heidi was now dancing with Roger and Lionel had just come back after partnering a handsome Queen Alexandra nurse from a nearby table.

'Jane, the next dance is mine, I hope?' he suggested, in that Scottish growl that she found so attractive. In a few moments - and half a glass of gin -- later, she was in his arms for a whole series of Pat Boone love songs.

'I'm afraid I'm not such a smooth performer as Brian Wolfe,' he murmured in her ear, as Pat crooned about 'Love Letters in the Sand'. 'But I love holding you while you dance!'

Possibly the gin contributed, but she felt a trembling sensation as he held her tightly. Though he was much slimmer than Brian's big body, he had a sinuous grasp and managed to slide his body against hers as they rocked together . He was right about not being such a proficient dancer as the expert soldier, but she loved it, especially as he murmured compliments into her ear for much of the time, telling her how she was already the talk of the ship's officers as being the most attractive passenger they had had for years.

The rest of the evening passed in a haze, even though she managed to keep to only one more gin, in spite of the exhortations of the other junior officers. She danced with several of them, nice lads all, but none having the same effect on her as Brian and Lionel.

When she came back to the table, the Second Engineer had vanished, Roger explaining that he had to leave to get ready for his next watch in the engine room. After two more huggings around the dance floor with Brian, Heidi directed Roger to partner Jane, as she had been monopolising the purser all evening. Jane found him to be another excellent dancer, agile and light on his feet. He was slightly shorter than her other partners and with her high heels, she found herself level with his face - and sometimes, perhaps too near his lips, for he was another attractive man with his twinkling eyes and piratical Errol Flynn beard.

Eleven o'clock was the deadline for the music, as the sounds carried too easily around the accommodation. The lounge and bar stayed open, but many began to drift away either to bed or to the promenade deck outside or the boat deck above.

'What about a stroll, Jane, the moon's up,' suggested Brian artlessly. As they rose to go out through the wide doors to the deck outside, Heidi took her arm and whispered conspiratorially.

'Remember what I told you - time is flying by, so make the most of it!' She lowered her voice even more. 'And look, can you stay on deck with your lover boy for a bit, I need at least an hour in the cabin?'

She gave one of her roguish winks and hurried away after Roger.

'What was all that about? ' asked Brian as they reached the rail outside.

'Just Heidi up to something,' she replied evasively, not wanting to say anything scandalous about her friend,

Brian grinned. 'I can guess what she's up to - and good luck to her.'

Jane was a little surprised at him having such a broad-minded attitude, but said nothing.

'Let's go over to the starboard side, we can see the moon from there,' he suggested.

'You're getting very nautical for a soldier,' she giggled, rather nervously, the gin still working its wonders in her brain. He put her arm through his, then walked her down to the end of the promenade deck and around to the other side, where there were quite few people leaning on the rail, looking at a full moon sliding down towards a darkened horizon

'Too many folk here, let's go up to the boat deck again,' he said masterfully.

They found a place similar to the previous evening, sheltered behind a davit. Leaning on the varnished rail, they looked out at the calm sea where a silvery path of moonlight shimmered towards them, disturbed only by the bubbling bow wave as it passed below them.

'It's beautiful, I can hardly believe this is happening to me,' she breathed. ' A few days ago, I was living in a London suburb, now I'm on the Atlantic in the moonlight, standing next to a dashing young officer.'

'I don't know about the 'dashing' part,' he said softly. 'But he's certainly a smitten young officer.'

He put his arm about her and pulled her close to his chest.

'I'll remember this moment for the rest of my life,' he whispered. 'I can see the moonlight reflected in your beautiful eyes and I think I'm falling in love with you.'

She tensed, then subsided against him as his other arm came around her waist.

'Brian, don't be silly! You've only known me since yesterday - and you're married and I'm married.'

'I fell in love with you the moment I saw you,' he said obstinately. 'You're the most attractive woman I've ever seen.'

She sighed, but slid an arm around his chest, resting her head against him. 'What about your wife -- and my husband. I'm very fond of him, you know, he's a good man.'

To avoid answering these difficult questions, he bent his head and kissed her on the lips. She drew back her head and looked into his face.

'This is crazy, Brian,' she murmured, then put both arms around his neck and raising herself on her toes, returned his kiss with passion.

Her lips parted and they kissed open-mouthed for a long moment, then the tip of her tongue caressed his lips before sliding into his mouth to seek his own tongue.

It had been years since she had done any 'necking' like this, but in her late 'teens and early twenties, she had had a great social life and was no stranger to smooching and even heavy petting. However, she had remained 'virgo intacta' until she was twenty-one, about two years before her marriage.

She had lost her virginity when she was on a cosmetics course in Paris at the headquarters of her company. After a very alcoholic final dinner, a dashing forty-year-old manager had persuaded her to spend the night in his hotel room, an experience she enjoyed very much, apart from the hang-over next morning. Six months later, an almost identical situation had occurred in London after a sales conference, when she had succumbed to the blandishments of an American director, again a night to be remembered. Neither of those men had expressed any love for her, just ardent admiration and carnal lust.

Since marrying Peter, who was ten years her senior, she had remained faithful, though becoming increasingly bored with his lack-lustre interest in sex, mainly due to pressure of police work. She loved him, as he was a nice, kind, generous and intelligent man, but she often yearned for some excitement in life -- and according to Heidi's philosophy, this was the only time she was likely to get any.

After this long and erotic kiss, they drew apart and she studied his face in the moonlight.

'We shouldn't have done that, Brian, it can lead nowhere. In less that two weeks, we shall go our different ways, and never meet again.'

He pulled her to him again, gently kissing her ears and her eyes.

'You'll be back in England in a year and for all I know, I might soon be posted home, depending on what happens in Kenya,' he replied stubbornly.

She shook her head. 'Let's just enjoy this shipboard romance! Heidi was right, it will soon be over, so let's make the most of it. I like you very much, Brian - but let's not start talking about divorce and marriage, eh?'

To stop him persisting with the subject, she raised herself on her heels and fastened her lips on his, where they stayed, with pauses for breathing and murmured endearments, for the better part of the next hour.

*****

It was almost midnight when Jane went back to her cabin. She listened at the door, but hearing nothing, went inside. Heidi was on her bunk in pyjamas and looked up with a contented smile as Jane entered. Looking at her friend's rumpled bedclothes and tousled hair, she did not need to ask what had been going on in her absence.

'Hi, Jane - and how did lover boy perform tonight? Any progress?' enquired Heidi, stretching luxuriously.




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'Brian said he loved me and claims he wants to marry me!' Jane replied with a wry smile. 'Not exactly what I expected, but fast work for a first date'.

Heidi waved a hand airily. 'Fellows often say that sort of thing when their hormones are flowing. But did he actually do anything?'

'Well, he kissed me,' admitted Jane, in a masterpiece of understatement.

'Is that all? Not even a little grope in the moonlight? What's wrong with these modern soldiers?' protested Heidi. 'You need a sailor, my girl, as I've just proved to my great satisfaction!'

'So I guessed, madam!' retorted Jane, with mock indignation.

Heidi grinned and persisted in encouraging her friend.

'Look, Roger's been telling me that his pal Lionel is desperately keen on you, he thinks you're the best-looking woman ever to set foot on this ship. He's a handsome beast, I'm sure he'd be happy to do you some favours, without wanting to marry you!'

Jane blushed, the image of the masterful Scot flooding her mind, but she pretended to be indignant.

'I don't need men crawling all over me, thank you. Now I'm going to sleep - and I suggest you do the same, after all your activity tonight.'

To take edge off her words, she bent to give Heidi a quick kiss on the cheek, before undressing and slipping into her bunk to have fantasies that several days ago would never have occurred to her.

*****

Next day was much the same as had gone before, except that in the afternoon, a smudge on the eastern horizon heralded the coast of Portugal. Brian was again absent from lunch and Jane wondered sadly if he was embarrassed by what had been said the previous night. There was no sign of Lionel Galbraith either, but Roger reported that there had been a problem in the engine room and the ship was behind schedule.

'We won't be in Gibraltar until tomorrow morning,' he announced. 'But the good news is that we will be making an overnight stop there, so we'll be able to go ashore.'

To Jane's relief, Brian appeared during the afternoon, explaining that some disciplinary problems in his 'C' company had needed sorting out. He had changed into civilian clothes and joined Jane and Heidi as they sunned themselves in deck-chairs. It was now getting very hot as they sailed along the southern coast of Spain and Portugal and the women passengers were changing into shorts and sun-tops, with even a few swim-suits on display, though there was no pool.

On the crowded deck, Jane had no chance of a private talk with Brian, though during an interlude when they played deck-quoits, he managed to murmur in her ear.

'You look fabulous, Jane! I'm madly in love with you and I can't wait until this evening!'

Taking a leaf from Heidi's book, she fluttered her eyelids at him and gave him a discreet pucker of her lips.

The hours until dinner seemed to crawl by in her impatience. She used her professional expertise to make-up with extra care, painting her nails a deep red to match her lipstick and using a darker eye-shadow for a more sultry look.

She chose clothes more suitable for energetic dancing than on the previous evening, a white satin blouse and a wide black circular skirt over a froth of petticoats, her tiny waist accentuated by a broad belt. Jane loved dancing and was determined to get her fill of rock-and-roll before she got too old and stiff to enjoy it, especially with such an expert dancer a Brian as partner. She wanted to break her usual reserve with a few gin-and-tonics, and then cavort around the Smoking Room floor in gay abandon with such a handsome partner.

Roger had told them that Lionel would be stuck in the engine room all night - and perhaps all the next day, due to the problems with the old ship's machinery. It had been a German passenger liner before the war and had been seized by the British as war reparations. She felt a twinge of disappointment at his absence, but consoled herself with the fact that he would be around until Singapore.

After dinner, she could not wait to get next door and hauled Heidi with her, her friend wearing a striking red dress with a similar full skirt. After settling at a table with their usual friends, they banished their inhibitions with a few drinks, then ventured out on to the floor as soon as the music began. Roger had been primed by Heidi to instruct the steward operating the record player to include plenty of Chuck Berry, Bill Haley and Elvis, but the first LP was a 'warm-up' of smoochy music.

This suited Brain Wolfe, who lost no opportunity of clutching Jane to his body as he told her again how 'bloody gorgeous' she looked tonight and how much he was besotted with her. Just as she was turned on by handsome men in uniform, he loved the exotic make-up she wore, from the long red nails to the smoky hue of her eyelids and the red gash of her mouth. He said as much in her ear, as he hugged her to his chest while they gyrated to the romantic tones of Perry Como, Tony Bennett and Nat King Cole. She knew that he was responding to her allure by the rising pressure against her pelvis as they clung together.

'The older women will think I'm a scarlet woman!' she murmured. 'Monopolising a married man and wearing too much make-up!'

'To hell with them, they're only jealous,' he responded. 'And anyway, I love exotic make-up, it turns me on!'

When they began the strenuous activity of rock and roll, she lost close contact with his body, but still enjoyed every minute. In spite of his big body, Brian was a fluid mover and a lively partner. The gins came and went, supplied happily by the men of the East Rutlands, with whom she danced at intervals, when she could tear herself away from Brian.

Heidi spent some of the time with Roger, though as usual, he was called away several times to attend to some problem in whatever he did as a purser. The rest of the time, she spread her favours amongst the other officers and Jane suspected that now and then she slipped out for a dalliance with one or two on the promenade deck.

As eleven o'clock arrived, the party wound down and Jane, feeling a little dizzy from the gin and the strenuous exercise, whispered in Heidi's ear.

'Am I to be banished from the cabin again tonight?'

She felt surprised at herself for being so cooperative in her friend's adulterous scheming, but Heidi shook her head regretfully.

'This is one of Roger's on-duty nights, I'm afraid. But I expect I can find a nice lieutenant to snog with somewhere!'

Once again, Brian led her up to their hide-away on the boat-deck, where the moon was waiting for them. There was another couple only a few feet away on the other side of the davit, and for a time, Brian had to be content with putting his arm around her waist as they stood at the rail.

'Now, no nonsense tonight about running away with me,' she warned with mock severity. 'I still can't believe that I'm cuddling up like this up to a man who isn't my husband. Don't you feel guilty about your wife as well?'

He bent to kiss the top of her head, nuzzling his lips into the softness of her hair. 'Not really, we haven't been getting on all that well lately. We married far too young.'

Again, something in his tone stopped her from pursuing the subject and she slid an arm around his broad back and squeezed.

A few moments later, they heard the other pair move away, the woman's heels clipping along the deck. Straight away, Brian pulled Jane around to face him and put his lips on hers. The perfume of her hair and make-up aroused him and his lips gently forced hers apart as his tongue slid into her mouth. After a momentary hesitation, she responded and her tongue flickered against his.

Drawing back a little, they indulged in a battle of the tongues, caressing each other on the top, bottom and sides of those deliciously sensitive organs. He groaned with a mixture of rapture and frustration, one arm coming around the back of her neck, the other hand gently stroking her cheeks. She felt him strain against her as the bulge in his trousers became more and more prominent.

He was murmuring a garbled mixture of love and lust, while Jane was hovering in an almost schizophrenic haze. Part of her revelled in the erotic delight of his sensual assault, the other part floated above her, looking down in consternation on this abandonment of her usual chaste behaviour.

One of his hands began caressing her back, then slid down to her bottom, pulling her even closer against his loins. She drew away slightly and turned to lean against the rail.

'We shouldn't be doing this!' she murmured weakly, knowing that she was lying to herself, as wanton fantasies flooded her mind with every move that Brian made.

For answer, he raised his free hand and slid it on to her right breast, cupping the delicious mound under its satin covering. Even through the blouse and the silken brassiere beneath, he could feel a prominent nipple at the apex of her conical breast. She groaned as he gently rotated his hand over it, the teat rising into the palm of his hand. She twisted back towards him and hungrily sought his lips again, but with a free hand quickly undid the top buttons of her blouse.

'Touch me inside, Brian!' she demanded in a vibrant whisper.

Instantly, he slipped his hand inside the satin and caressed her through the thin brassiere. He found her nipple again and rolled it between his finger and thumb, feeling it stiffen like a tiny penis.

'Right inside, I want to feel you against my skin!' she hissed.

He slid his fingers inside the top of her bra and repeated the sensuous massage of her breast. His forefinger traced the wide ring of the areola, feeling the tiny dimples that studded it, then stroked up the length of the nipple, repeating it on all sides. Then he delicately traced little circular movements on the very tip, while tongue-kissing her all the time.

By now, Jane was almost delirious with pleasure, the first sexual relief she had had for several years. She felt utterly wanton, needing him to do more to her - anything, however unspeakable. Both breasts felt hot and swollen and she felt warm and moist between her legs.

'I want to lick and kiss them, my love,' he whispered. 'But I can't get at you here.'

They both half-turned away from the rail and he was able to change hands and slide it on to her left breast, where he repeated the erotic massage. He was totally aroused by feeling the shape of her bosoms, which were like two small volcanoes. Cone-shaped and firm, they stood out without any need for support, the long nipples jutting proudly forwards .

'My God, you've got fantastic tits!' he blurted into her ear, then was embarrassed at what he feared was his own crudeness. If he but knew it then, Jane loved it, as one of her secret fantasies was men 'talking dirty' to her while they made love - 'men' in the plural, as one of her other lurid fantasies was having two men at the same time.

They kissed and petted for several more minutes, but the problem with having turned away from the rail was that they were exposing themselves to the deck and anyone who passed by. The sound of more high heels approaching sent them scurrying back to the rail to stare at the ocean, Jane frantically buttoning up her blouse.

The feet stopped and they heard a familiar voice.

'Enjoying the moonlight, I see,' cooed Heidi. 'Good for you!'

When they turned, they saw her friend with one of the younger Rutland officers, arms around each other's waists.

'We won't disturb you, I'll see you in our cabin when you've finished!' With one of her broad winks, the pair strolled on, leaving Brian and Jane looking like two juveniles caught smoking in the toilets.

The spell was broken as Jane finished closing her blouse and patting her hair into shape.

'Just as well, my lad,' she said to him with mock severity. 'What if that had been your CO or the commandant? You'd have been shot at dawn and I'd probably been tarred and feathered as a loose woman - which I am, it seems!'

Brain pulled her to him and kissed her again.

'Perhaps you're right, my darling - but just consider this as unfinished business!'

*****

At breakfast next morning, Brian and Jane sat decorously next to each other, talking of the weather, the calm sea and the coast of Spain, now visible as they neared Gibraltar. An artillery major and his wife sat opposite and Jane smiled to herself at the thought that these two good people had no idea of her short but very exciting escapade on the boat deck the previous evening.

Brian was his usual model of politeness, though his knee pressed urgently against hers under the table. The news had already got around that the ship was going to stay overnight in port, to complete the repairs in the engine room, so there should be a chance to go ashore.

Then Heidi, after having chased Roger for more information, came in, beaming with pleasure. She sat down alongside Jane and whispered in her ear.

'Great news! We're docking about noon and can go ashore later. In fact, if we want to, we can stay in Gibraltar town overnight, as long as we are back by nine in the morning!'

Within an hour, it was all fixed up. Brian, who was in charge of his 'C' Company, would have to spend all the morning organising the shore leave for his men, who always left the ship before the officers. After that, he had arranged to be free, as it was his lieutenant's turn on the duty roster.

The wily Assistant Purser, who had been to 'Gib' a number of times before, said he would be going ashore himself, so the four of them could spend the late afternoon and evening sightseeing, then have a meal in a good restaurant He also knew of a small hotel in the upper town and could book a couple of rooms there. Jane felt a shiver of both anticipation and of mild terror, but Brian's beaming smile soon melted it away.

The rest of the day went as planned, they took a taxi into the town that clung to the side of the huge rock, where Roger negotiated rooms in a small 'pension' in a side street, more of a 'bed-and-breakfast' than a hotel. He seemed to know the proprietor and Jane suspected that he had used it more than once before, no doubt with someone else on his arm.

They did all the tourist things, in spite of the Mediterranean summer heat, going up to the Peak and seeing the Barbary apes, the only wild monkeys in Europe. In the evening they went to small taverna that Roger recommended and had a long and leisurely meal, liberally washed down with plenty of Spanish wine, rather than their usual gin.

When the evening twilight deepened, the two couples made their way to the hotel, the women arm in arm for appearance's sake. As they entered the small foyer, Jane saw the owner give Roger a broad wink as handed over the keys.

Going upstairs, Jane had the first tremors of nervousness, even though the wine had considerably smothered her inhibitions. The two rooms were next to each other and the men took one, leaving the other to Heidi and Jane.

'Are you up for this, sweet?' asked Heidi, when they closed the door. 'Your Brian will explode with frustration if he doesn't get his wicked way with you tonight!'

Jane sat on one of the single beds and smiled at her rather tremulously.

'I'm OK, I want this as much as he does. As you've told me all along, it's now or never.'

Heidi bent and kissed her almost maternally. 'You won't regret it, dear. You'll have something to fill you secret thoughts for the rest of your life!'

'How are we going to play this, Heidi?' asked Jane, uneasily. 'Do we just wait?'

Her friend picked up her overnight bag and went towards the door.

'I'm off to stay with Jolly Roger now, so I expect your chap will soon coming knocking.'

She hesitated and turned back for a moment.

'No doubt the chaps will have their pockets stuffed with condoms, Jane. We don't want to get you 'in the family way', do we?'

Jane smiled in spite of her nervousness.

'Don't worry, I've had one of these new American Lippes Loops fitted inside my uterus before I join my husband. I doubt if it will be needed much, but I don't want to hear the patter of tiny feet yet!'

Within three minutes of Heidi leaving, there was a soft tap on the door and Brian put his head around it..

'Can I come in, Jane?' he asked politely.

'There'll be big trouble if you don't!' she replied, with nervous bravado. She had expected some awkwardness between them, as the whole scenario had been so obviously pre-planned, but Brian immediately defused the situation. Striding to where she sat on the nearest bed, he picked up both her hands in his and kissed them.

'I think you are the most beautiful woman in the whole world - and I want you so much!' he declared, using the words that every girl needed a man to say to her.

He sat down on the bed and pulled her into his arms, kissing her as they did on the boat deck. The feel of his big, powerful body next to hers banished any remaining doubts about what they were going to do that night and she responded avidly.

'Touch me, Brian, just as you did last night,' she pleaded.

This time, it was he who undid the few buttons on her light cotton blouse and gently took it from her shoulders. Cupping one breast in his hand, he caressed it until she reached behind her and unclipped the brassiere and let it fall to the bed. They kissed again, their tongues entwined, as he used both his hands to lightly stroke her remarkable breasts, moving his fingers rhythmically from their bases up to the nipples, using feathery touches that made her quiver. Her nipples, though long in themselves, were set on a small mound at the apex of her breasts, enhancing their erotic appearance even more.

She felt flushed and hot, quivering with anticipation, the warmth pervading the whole of her body, especially between her thighs.

'Take you shirt off, Brian,' she whispered. 'I want to feel you right against me.'

He stood and pulled the shirt over his head, adding it to heap of discarded clothing accumulating on the bed. She rose with him and looked with avid desire at his broad chest, the powerful muscles and firm belly as solid as the Rock of Gibraltar above them. Throwing her arms around him, she pressed her naked breasts against him, rubbing them from side to side so that the nipples dragged deliciously against his bare skin, her mouth now kissing his neck.

'God, I want you so much, Jane!' he groaned in ecstatic agony.

Pushing her gently to sit back on the edge of the bed, he knelt in front of her and kissed her again, then moved his lips to her breasts, kissing them alternately, then running his tongue around the pink discs under her nipples, before tonguing the nipples themselves. She trembled as the tip of his tongue flickered against the hardening teats, first one, then the other.

'Suck me, Brian, please suck them!' she hissed. Cupping them in her own hands, she rubbed each nipple against his lips, until he drew them in and hollowed his cheeks as he pulled them into his mouth, where the tip of his tongue continued to stimulate them.

Long minutes seem to pass in a flash as this glorious sensation went on, but she could still use the part of her mind not being flooded with erotic stimulation, to marvel at the fact that she, faithful since marriage, was now having her tits sucked by a handsome man whom she had known for only three days.

But she wanted more - and quickly.

'Let's lie on the bed, Brian,' she whispered, as his lips pulled gently on a nipple, stretching it away from the pointed dome of her breast. He released it and, kissing her once more on the lips, stood up to fumble with his belt buckle.

As he did so, there were unmistakable signs from the next room. The partition wall was thin and they could clearly hear the regular creaking of bed-springs and muffled groans and cries.

'Roger and Heidi are quick off the mark,' said Brian.




Adultery on the High Seas



'They've beaten us to it - but that's Heidi for you,' she said with nervous levity.

'We need to take some more clothes off, sweetheart - because of the hot weather, of course,' he replied, with a feeble attempt at humour.

As he feverishly dragged off his shoes, socks and trousers, Jane slipped out of her wide green skirt and kicked off her sandals. She was almost in a trance at stripping off in front of such a hunk of a man, one who was little more than stranger.

He laid down beside her, one arm under her shoulders, he on his side, Jane on her back. They set to kissing again, their favourite pastime so far. His free hand began caressing her, beginning with her cheeks, her neck and her shoulders, before once again being almost magnetically attracted to her superb breasts.

'Tell me what you're going to do to me, Brian!' she whispered throatily, stroking his bare chest with her scarlet-tipped fingers.

He already knew that she had this mild kink, as Roger had let drop that Heidi had told him that Jane's two previous lovers had given her a taste for 'erotic talk'.

He nuzzled her ear, then whispered into it. 'I'm going to fuck you senseless, my love! Then do it again - and again.'

Ecstatically, her long fingernails dug into his chest around his own nipples.

'And how are you going to do that?' she murmured, so Brian gave her a demonstration.

'Like this, darling Jane!', he replied. 'I'm going to slide my cock right up inside your gorgeous body.'

He slipped his hand over her belly into the top of her silky white panties, as his tongue sought hers yet again. She momentarily went rigid as his fingers slid into the bush of fair hair between her legs, then melted into submission as a finger and thumb glided between her thighs and rested one each side of her outer labia.

With rhythmic pressure, they squeezed inwards, compressing her clitoris through the fleshy lips of her pussy. He could feel the firm bud of her little female penis, as it hardened under his stimulation.

Arching her back with lust, she looked up at his smiling face above hers.

'Oh God, Brian, where did you learn to do that?' she whimpered.

He kissed her again. 'In a Turkish brothel, of course. But it's nothing to what I'm going to do to you in next few hours!'

Jane felt him slide his hand further down until it was cupping the whole of her cunt, a finger delicately running up and down the slit between her labia, though not yet seeking entrance. She felt her vulva becoming hot and swollen, the first signs of fluid beginning to seep from her vagina, allowing his searching finger to slide more easily along the crack.

'You are so beautiful, so bloody beautiful!' he mumbled between kisses, his lust increasing as she writhed on the bed as his finger caressed her secret parts.

'Let me take these damned things off!' she blurted out, struggling to pull down her flimsy pants. Arching her back she dragged them over her hips and Brian briefly removed his hand to help her push them to her ankles, where she threw them away with her feet.

'Now touch me again!', she commanded desperately, opening her legs to give him a better view. He put his hand back again and this time his middle finger explored almost to her anus, pressing in more deeply to reach the moistness of her inner lips. Slowly he worked it forwards, separating the thin folds of membrane that hid the entrance to her vagina, these delicate curtains having beautifully-fringed edges.

Jane groaned with satisfaction as he prolonged the pleasure by advancing his finger so very slowly. It gave time for part of her mind to compare it with her previous sexual encounters - the Frenchman who had been so suave and almost casual about a quick deflowering, as he gave a running commentary about what he was doing. Then the American who had given her a boisterous, but more satisfying experience over the better part of an hour. Brian was different again, gentle, loving, yet more masterful in the expert way in which he pleasured her.

She lay back, now totally naked, her long slim legs well apart, their red toenails matching the colour of her lipstick and fingers. He bent his head to stare enraptured at the length of the lovely body waiting for his lust to be vented upon it. Pulling her over to nestle closely against him, his right hand caressed her smooth buttocks as he pressed her against the bulge in his pants.

'You've got the most wonderful bum, Janie!' he crooned. 'I could kiss you all over - and soon, I certainly will!'

She pushed her tongue between his lips, then turned on her back again, his fingers now straying between her thighs to resume tracing their path along her slit. Jane stared in fascination at the growing tent that was forming on the front of his briefs. She wanted to reach over and stroke it, but some lingering inhibition made her hesitate. He noticed the direction of her gaze.

'I've got something in there for you, my sweet,' he murmured into her ear. 'A long, pink and purple present, just for you!'

She twisted her head and kissed him hungrily on the lips.

'Show me, Brian....show me now!'

He lifted his hips from the bed and with a quick movement, flung off his pants to join hers. She stared at what was revealed on his naked body and shuddered with anticipation and trepidation.

Jane had a limited experience of penises, having seen only two apart from her husband's, so had few to compare with Brian's. The Frenchman had done almost all his smooth copulation under the hotel bedclothes and as she had been in the process of losing her virginity, she had little recollection of the size of his 'cock', as she liked to call it in her secret vocabulary.

The American had been much more open and active about his ravishing and she remembered that his cock was about the length of her hand, with a tapering end - in fact, quite similar to her husband's, not that she had seen all that much of that during their year of marriage before he left for Singapore.

Brian had a penis quite different from any of these - it was definitely longer than the others and certainly thicker, but its crowning glory was the head. It resembled a drum-stick, she thought, though perhaps a Chinese mushroom might be more accurate

A pear-shaped knob, at least as large as a golf-ball, sat on the end of the shaft, its tense, shiny skin an angry purplish-red in colour, especially around the edge of the helmet. Here a sharp rim ran around the bottom and sides of this fearsome weapon, which overlapped the thickness of the shaft by a considerable margin.

A mixture of fear and disappointment flooded through her.

'Good God, Brian, I can never get that thing into me!' she wailed. 'It would be worse than having a baby!'

He took his hand from between her legs and lay half on top of her, stroking her face and kissing her solicitously.

'Don't worry, my love, I've never had any problem before. I'll be gentle and you'll enjoy every second of it, you'll see.'

His penis was now pressing against her belly, reaching up to her navel, but his reassurance triggered a question in her mind.

'So have you had many women before?' she asked eagerly.

He caressed her breast and rolled a nipple in his fingers.

'There've been a few, Jane. I've been a soldier for twelve years, we're hardly famous for our celibacy! But none were half as lovely as you.'

Once again, he had avoided mentioning his wife, but she was distracted as his hand strayed back to her pussy. This time, his finger probed more deeply between her inner lips and worked its way forwards, slithering as it was bathed in the juices that seeped from her excited tissues. As he reached the prominent knob of her clitoris, she groaned and opened her legs wider.

'Oh God, that's marvellous! What are you doing to me now?' she demanded, writhing a little on the bed.

'I'm bringing you to the boil before I fuck you,' he hissed into her ear. 'So let's give this little lady some attention, eh?'

He brought his middle finger right up to the tip of her clitoris and began teasing it with light circular touches, making her squeal softly.

'More, more, please, Brian!' she gasped.

Obligingly, he used his thumb and finger to gently push the hood back over the now-hardening clit. Then he alternately pushed and pulled, as if masturbating a penis.

'I'm wanking you, my love - do you know what that means?'

She nodded excitedly. 'The boys in school used to call it "tossing-off" ', didn't they?'

He grinned at her as he bent to kiss her again. 'I hate to think what sort of school you went to, Jane!'

She bit his lip gently, then tongued him once more.

'I don't care what they call it, I love it!' she hissed as he continued to massage her clitoris, which was now permanently sticking out from its hood.

'I think I deserve the same now, Janie,' he whispered. rolling on to his back, but keeping his hand between her thighs. 'You wouldn't want to be thought selfish, would you?'

She looked down at 'The Thing' as she thought of it, lying on his stomach. 'I'm almost afraid of it, Brian. Are you sure it's part of you?'

'I've had it all my life, sweet. Touch it to make sure.' he suggested.

Tentatively, she reached down and grasped the shaft, her fingers just meeting around its circumference. The swollen purple head sat upon the circle made by her thumb and first finger as she cautiously slid her hand up and down.

'Christ, that's marvellous!' he said in a choked voice. 'Do it some more, Jane.'

Becoming bolder, she squeezed and pulled down so that the skin tightened below the head and she felt his organ harden even more.

'I want to fuck you and keep fucking you to within an inch of your life!' he growled, his manipulation of her vulva becoming more urgent.

Inflamed by his passionate words, she moved her hand up to the bulbous head of his penis and began running the tip of her forefinger over the tight, shiny skin. A bead of clear fluid appeared at the opening and she used this to lubricate the surface, fearful that it might burst open under the tension of the increasing swelling.

Brian pulled his arm from under her and used it to prop himself above her, bending to suck her nipples, then give her deep tonguing kisses. All the while, they each had a hand on each other's genitals, massaging and caressing them

'Are you really going to fuck me with that, Brian?' she gasped.

'It would take an army to stop me now,' he growled. 'I'm going to slide this big cock you've got in your hand right up your gorgeous cunt!'

He felt a little embarrassed at speaking so crudely to such a beautiful and demure young woman as Jane, but she seemed avid for erotic talk and Heidi had obviously primed Roger to let him know. And if Jane got a thrill out of it, who was he to deny her?

Brian spread himself over her, his big body dwarfing her as she vanished underneath him. He placed his knees inside her spread thighs and took his weight on his hands, placing them outside her shoulders, so that she could continue to masturbate him. They spent a few torrid moments like this, as he kissed her mouth and her breasts and she gave him a slow "hand-job", sensing that his penis was getting even more turgid and hard.

She could still hardly believe that this was happening, it was like a dream that she was pumping the cock of a man whom she had never met until a few days ago. But the sheer animal desire that filled her had banished any reserve and all she wanted now was to be possessed by this lovely big man who was so gentle, yet so overpowering in his masculinity.

After a few moments, Brian rocked back on his heels to free his hands and gently took her fingers from his penis, replacing them with his own.

'My turn now, darling Jane,' he said softly. 'Time to put this fellow where he belongs.'

With a finger and thumb of the other hand, he separated her labia to expose the pink, moist interior of her vulva, the clitoris now poking out rigidly from its hood. Carefully, he brought the mushroom head of penis against it.

'And it's time these two met each other! My cock and your cunt!'

She stared up at him at the crude words, her face flushed with lust.

'Yes, oh yes! Fuck me, Brian! '

He still kept her hanging, as he began sliding the head of his penis up and down against the projecting clit, her little knob slipping into the opening of his cock as it passed. The hard rim of his wide helmet slithered against her inner lips as he passed it between them, making her groan with ecstasy.

'Please, Brian - do it!' she pleaded.

'Soon, my darling!' he whispered, tantalising her even more. 'But don't you like what I'm doing to you now, rubbing my cock against your pussy?'

' Oh God, yes..yes! But I want it right up inside me!'

In her passion, she seemed to have forgotten that she had doubted whether or not she was large enough to take it. The fear returned as soon as Brian stopped using it to rub her clitoris and aimed it at the opening of her vagina.

'This where you really get fucked, Jane!' he hissed.

She gave a soft squeal and pressed her hands against his chest as he knelt between her thighs.

'I want it so much, but please be careful .....just try it slowly!' she begged.

He used his hand to guide the tip of the huge head into the entrance of her love canal, now thankfully swollen and slippery with her juices.

As he slowly pressed inwards, the first half of the pear-shaped glans entered, but the greatest width was further back, at the purple ridge of the corona. This turned-out edge of his mushroom stretched Jane's passage to the limit and then stuck fast. Her thighs contracted spasmodically against his knees.

'My God, Brian, you're splitting me!' she wailed.

'No, I'm not, lover' he murmured reassuringly. 'You're too tense, just relax and it'll be fine.'

He reduced the pressure on her slightly and bent to suck her nipples, his lips pulling them out, one after the other. Feeling the tension in her legs subside, he returned to the attack and as he thrust his penis into her again, he felt it go deeper, the coronal rim now lying at the narrowest part where her hymen had once been.

'Almost there, sweetheart!' he grunted. 'It'll be worth it, you'll see!'

Resolutely, he pushed inwards and upwards, keeping up the pressure in spite of the muffled wail that was torn from Jane's lips.

Abruptly, they both felt a sudden release as the spasm of her vaginal muscles relaxed and his penis sank a couple more inches deeper into her vagina. Brian stopped moving and bent again to kiss her tenderly, stifling a sob that escaped from her lips.

'We're there, darling!' he murmured. 'My big cock-head is deep inside you at last. This is how I can best love you!'

She returned his kisses hungrily.

'Is that big prick really right up my cunt? ' she whispered, the dirty words seeming to give her an extra thrill.

He gave a little push to convince her that she was indeed skewered on the end of it. ''It didn't hurt too much, did it, love?'

She now smiled radiantly up at him, spread-eagled on the bed with her legs wide apart. 'Not so much hurt, as frightened!' she replied.

He grinned down at her lovely face, filled with desire and lust. 'Next time will be easier. But we've got a lot more to do tonight!'

To prove it, he pulled back slowly until the mushroom tightened up again, then pushed forwards, repeating this several times to an accompaniment of whimpers of pleasure from Jane. She slid a hand down between them and felt the base of his penis and a length of shaft still outside her.

'Is that as far as it can go?', she asked huskily.

'You're a greedy young lady, Jane, so try this for size!'

He lifted himself higher on his arms and pushed remorselessly against her vulva, driving the other half of his shaft deeply inside her.

She squealed with delight as the hard rim of his helmet reamed out her vagina, dilating the walls as it passed up her canal. He pulled it back and did it again, hoisting himself higher above her belly so that the upper surface of his penis stimulated her clitoris as it ploughed into her vagina.

'God, that's fantastic! I never dreamed that sex could be so marvellous!,' she babbled. 'Fuck me harder, Brian... please!'

Nothing loath, he set up a steady rhythm, working his mushroom back and forth like the piston in a steam engine, muttering endearments mixed with obscenities as he did so.

He pushed her thighs upwards, so that he could get tighter against her pussy, until her legs were resting on his wide shoulders. Thrusting even more forcibly, he felt every millimetre of his shaft vanish inside her. His tightened scrotum was pressed hard up against her labia at the end of every thrust. As he entered her, he felt his cock-head rub against the neck of her womb, then pass it until it 'bottomed-out' at the upper end of her vagina.

'Can you feel my balls trying to get in on the act, Janie?' he murmured into her ear. 'The mushroom must be level with your belly-button by now!'

She giggled with delight at the thought and rubbed her breasts against him as he lay on top of her as he began even more vigorous thrusting into her body.

She felt an extraordinary feeling building up inside her, rippling contractions inside her pelvis and an overwhelming sense of pleasure approaching like a wave on a beach. Suddenly it engulfed her and as the remorseless pounding in her vagina continued, she exploded in a massive orgasm. She shrieked and her arms came up to seize Brian's neck, pulling his lips to hers as she shuddered under his weight.

'Oh, my God, what was that?' she muttered when they both came up for air. He stayed deep in her vagina, but slowed down his thrusts to a gentle pace.

'I think you 'came' as they say!' he whispered. 'But there's plenty more like that for you.'

'That was fantastic, I've never had anything like it before,' she said more calmly. It never happened when she had lost her virginity, though the experienced American had given her a less intense orgasm. With her husband, again there had been a few pleasurable climaxes on their honeymoon, but little since - and nothing on the Richter scale of Brian's athletic copulation.

'You ain't seen nothing yet, babe!' replied Brian, mimicking Humphrey Bogart. 'The night is still young!'

'Haven't you had one yet?' she asked, looking up at him with wide-eyed false innocence. She was an expert in the 'come hither' look, though until now, she had only used it it harmless flirtations

'I'm delaying the pleasure for as long as I can, love,' he said between kisses. 'But eventually there's going to be one God-almighty explosion when I fill you with a gallon of sperm!'

She gurgled with delight and wriggled he body against his.

'I love it when you say naughty things to me, sweet. I know I'm thoroughly bad, but I can't help it, it thrills me so much.'

He bent his head to lick her nipples once more.

'I'm so glad I can please you, my lady! Now I think we should carry on with Phase Two, don't you?'

He lifted slightly and slowly began withdrawing his organ from her. As the swollen head reached the narrow neck of her vagina, she hissed with fright as he withdrew it like pulling a champagne cork.

'That didn't hurt, did it? he asked solicitously.

'Not really, it was nice in a way. But that thing of yours must be huge!'

He shifted off her and lay on his side. 'My knees and elbows need a rest,' he said. 'Let's play 'spoons' for a bit.'

She was not sure what he meant, but it became clear when he pulled her on to her side with her bottom in his groins and their thighs bent up together. He lifted her top leg over his as he slid both arms around her, the lower hand covering a breast and other diving between her legs.

'This will be more comfortable until we think of something else to do,' he murmured into her ear. 'So let's put Willy to bed again!'




Adultery on the High Seas



He took her free hand and placed it around his penis, which lay between her thighs, the base against her anus, the knob sticking out in front of her.

'This time, you put it up your cunt for me, Janie,' he demanded.

With a lascivious giggle, she grasped the shaft just behind the head and, opening her labia with the other hand, slipped it into the opening of her vagina. As soon as it met resistance, Brian began pushing, producing a muted 'Ooow!' from Jane. But the stretching that the walls of her canal had suffered earlier, had loosened up the muscles and a sudden release of tension told of the mushroom's successful entrance into paradise.

He passed both his hands around her from behind and cupped each breast with them, stroking the nipples with fingers and thumbs.

Burying his face in her silky hair, he nuzzled the back of her neck as he slowly pushed the full length of his penis into her body.

Again he felt the exquisitely-sensitive skin of his helmet rub against her cervix, then glide on past to the furthest recesses of her vagina.

She felt the same sensations, too, and pressing her fingers onto her slim belly, she could just feel the lift of her womb as the 'golf-ball' displaced it in its passage up her sex canal.

As Brian began long, slow strokes again, she felt sublimely happy.

'I can feel you deep inside me, lover! Every time you ram me, I can feel the Monster moving, it's wonderful.'

'Good girls deserve another orgasm,' he murmured into her ear and speeding up his penetrations, he moved one hand to her pussy and began masturbating the clitoris with a finger and thumb.

'Christ, that's good!' she hissed. 'Fuck me faster, Brian!'

As he battered away at her, she began to tremble and make little whining noises.

'I can feel it in me, hammering at my insides! Keep fucking me, love, don't stop until I come, pleeese!'

He obliged, now sweating profusely from the effort, but his penis stayed rock-hard and he felt the first warnings of his own ejaculation, which he resisted by sheer will-power.

To bring her to climax, he added fuel to her fantasies with some sexual imagery.

'All the officers of the battalion are lined up outside, waiting to shag you after I've finished with you. Would you like that, Janie?' he gasped as he pounded into her. 'And some of the ship's officers, too, I know they're desperate to get between your legs, especially that bloody engineer, who's dying to fuck you!'!'

This fantasy of endless copulation with people who desired her - especially Lionel Galbraith - did the trick and with a howl of fulfilment, Jane shuddered into an even more intense orgasm than before.

They both subsided from sheer exhaustion, though he remained coupled to her by 'The Monster', as she called it. It showed no signs of wilting and he felt a growing need to have an orgasm of his own, especially as she began stroking the lower part of his shaft which protruded from her pussy.

She seemed to sense his need for satisfaction.

'Do you want to "come", Brian darling?', she said huskily. 'You promised to fill me up, remember? I'd like that!'

They twisted their heads around so that they could kiss again and tongue each other, his fingers back on her nipples.

'You'll have to help me, sweet. My poor old cock is suffering battle fatigue.'

'Doesn't feel that way to me,' she cooed. 'It's still like a iron bar!'

He pulled away from her and ran his tongue down the middle of her spine, making her back arch with delight.

'Get on your hands and knees, with that beautiful bum in the air,'

he commanded, 'Let's finish in a blaze of glory!'

With alacrity, Jane scrambled to obey, giving Brian the glorious sight of her superbly smooth, rounded buttocks lifted off the bed.

'What are you going to do to me this time,' she asked eagerly.

'We started with the 'missionary' position, then did 'spoons', he said lecherously. 'So let's finish up with 'doggy', shall we?'

She giggled at the names. 'You mean fucking like animals? You can be the dog and I'll be your bitch!'

He smacked her bottom lightly. 'Whatever happened to that nice, demure girl I knew a couple of hours ago?'

'She's going to hell after all we've just done, so I may as well enjoy everything else before then!' she murmured.

Brian cut short any further talk by sliding his hand between her thighs to feel her pussy, giving her slit and clitoris a fresh massage which immediately became wet again. The he hoisted himself up to kneel between her thighs, leaning forwards to cover her back with his large body. Moving his arms up to hug her to him, both hands cupped her breasts, which now hung down in two delicious pyramids. His penis now jutted forwards between her thighs, ready for action.

'You'll have to put my cock into your cunt again,' he said, with deliberate crudeness, as he knew it excited her.

Jane reached beneath her and grasping the shaft, coaxed the head between her soaking, swollen labia. As soon as he felt the tip enter her vagina, he pushed steadily and although again there was firm resistance, the previous stretching made it much easier for him to penetrate her, though her sharp intake of breath told him that she certainly felt it.

'D'you like that, darling?' he whispered, with his face almost buried in her hair.

'Oh, yes, yes! Push it right in, Brian, please,' she gasped, feeling his organ advancing up her vagina. 'As far as you can, like last time!'

He held her breasts tightly, rolling the long nipples between his fingers, as he forced his penis in as far as he could, his scrotum now pressed against her pussy. Then he pulled back and began a rhythmic penetration and withdrawal.

'God, I love being a bitch!', she muttered into the pillow. 'You're in much deeper now than you were before.'

'I can do even better, madam,' he grated, now feeling the first throes of his own climax building up. He moved his legs outside hers and rose up above her, so that he was crouched over her body. fucking her almost vertically downwards, her spine arching to bring her bottom up to meet him.

'Fuck me, fuck me!' she groaned, lifting up to meet him as he thrust into her vagina He accelerated his insertions, forcing the mushroom head every last millimetre into her body, as he felt his orgasm approaching.

'I'm going to come into you, love!' he gasped, 'I'm going to fill you with spunk until it leaks out of your tits! '

This pornographic imagery sparked off another orgasm in her brain and she felt the now-familiar welling-up of ecstasy deep in her body.

'Oh, yes, yes!. Fuck me faster, pump all that beautiful sperm into me, Brian!'

He had held it in check for a long time, but now it was inevitable. With a final roar of triumph, he ejaculated into her, wave after wave of thick creamy semen flowing into the recesses of her vagina and leaking out down the sides of his penis.

She screamed as she felt the flow burst inside her, coinciding with the explosion of her own orgasm. Exhausted, he collapsed alongside her, his organ sliding from her as she twisted to face him. They clung together, kissing gently.

'That was the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me!' she whispered, with complete honesty. 'I never dreamt that sex could be so marvellous.'

He hugged her tightly. 'We aim to please, madam!' he said. 'But I'm worn out, I want to go to sleep with you in arms, beautiful, lovely Jane'

She snuggled against him, but then looked up at him with her big eyes.

'You've left me with a little problem, Brian. About half-a-pint of problem, by the feel of it. Can you hand me my panties please?'

After running repairs had been made and they had both made a trip to the bathroom next door, they flopped back into bed and clung to each other, satiated with lust, but so tired.

'Can we do this again in the morning, please, Brian?' were her last words, before she fell asleep.

*******

by Cadiz

ADULTERY ON THE HIGH SEAS

by Cadiz

CHAPTER TWO

The two women lounged in deck-chairs in the Mediterranean sun as the Empire Avon left Gibraltar on the horizon and steamed eastwards towards Cyprus, her engines restored to full power.

'I feel absolutely worn out,' declared Jane. 'I just want to lay here and do nothing!'

'I'm not surprised,' replied Heidi, tartly. 'You were making enough noise last night to wake the dead! Still, I suppose it proved that you were enjoying yourself.'

'It was fantastic! Thanks for persuading me, Heidi. But for you I might have missed the experience, even though it's made me a fully paid-up adulteress!'

Heidi smiled at her and laid an affectionate hand on her arm. Jane looked radiant today and even more attractive than usual, she thought, in spite of her claim to be tired.

'It was great, then? Tell me all about it, was Brian a good lover?'

Jane blushed, as in the light of day she felt bashful about what had gone on in that hotel, even though she had been secretly replaying it over and over in her mind since coming back to the ship.

'He was fabulous, I never dreamt that making love could be so... so incredible!' she replied.

Heidi was not so reticent about wanting the details. 'Did he do everything to you, dear? I hope so, for you've not got long to enjoy it, the rate that this damned ship is racing along.'

Jane reddened again. 'I don't know what you mean about everything, Heidi. We did 'missionary, spoons and doggy'! It was certainly enough to blow my mind. How did you get on with Jolly Roger?'

The other woman gave a smile of contentment like a Cheshire cat.

'He's quite a performer, a really inventive devil, I can assure you! Years of practice, I suspect. Perhaps we ought to get together for a foursome, then you could find out for yourself!'

Her friend saw that Jane was embarrassed at this suggestion and changed the subject.

'We'd better cool things a bit as far as the rest of the passengers are concerned,' she said. 'It wouldn't be fair on Brian or Roger to get them into trouble by being too obvious.'

Jane had noted that when they came back to ship that morning, Roger had suggested that the two women walk together to the gangway and that the men had split up and boarded separately from them.

'How can I manage to be with Brian again - you know, on our own?'

Jane asked this with another delightful little blush, which made Heidi grin.

'You mean, how soon can you get him to ravish you again?' she said impishly. 'Roger's working on that, he thinks he can fix something for us all.'

Jane felt relieved, for now that she had tasted ecstasy, she wanted more.

They saw little of the men that day, as they were making up for their night off by returning to their duties. Brian was Orderly Officer every third day, a twenty-four hour stint supervising C Company down below and Roger did alternate shifts with other staff.

Brian appeared in uniform at dinner and afterwards sat with them in the lounge, sticking to a single beer, as he was on duty. He sat across the table from Jane and though there was little to indicate that he singled her out as special, their eye contact spoke volumes. There was no dancing that evening, as the commandant had decided that four times week was enough - Heidi suspected that some of the 'old fogies' had complained about the noise each night.

A few of the other officers joined them at the table, but it was a decorous group, though none the less interesting for Jane, as she listened to their tales. Each young blood did his best to impress the ladies, as a couple of other younger women were sitting with them. One was a handsome civilian, a blonde radiographer called Louise, who was going on contract to the military hospital in Kenya. She left the lounge early and Heidi, who had the gossip from Roger, murmured to Jane that she was becoming very friendly with Lionel Galbraith. Although Jane was captivated by her Brian, she still felt a twinge of jealousy at the thought of this Louise enjoying the robust favours of the Scottish engineer. Heidi seemed to sense this and whispered again in Jane's ear.

'Don't worry, Roger says that Lionel still thinks you are the best-looking woman since Betty Grable!'

The short cross-corridor that held the two-berth cabins was normally reserved for married officers and their wives, though at the outset, thanks to Heidi, Roger had put the two women into the only unoccupied one. However, an RAF officer and his wife had disembarked at Gibraltar, leaving the end one vacant, separated from the other three by the bathroom and toilets.

'A very convenient hide-away,' Heidi had announced. 'A storeroom on one side and a bathroom on the other, so you can make as much noise as you like, Jane!' she said teasingly. 'Roger says we can use it any time, as long as we are very discreet.'

Now, late on the second evening out of Gibraltar, Jane sat alone on the bed in this empty cabin, two doors along from their own. She was quivering with anticipation, excited at the prospect of Brian coming to make love to her again. Since the glorious night in the little hotel, she had thought of little else than sexual fulfilment - it had been an effort to act normally for two days and hard to keep her mind on her teaching duties that morning.

Her guilt welled up every now and then, but she now found it easier to smother, as sheer animal lust brusquely pushed aside her conscience. She told herself that she was going to enjoy being a whore for the duration of the voyage, when she would return to being the dutiful wife for the rest of her life.

But a small part of her brain had a caveat even to this, as she wondered how she now could survive the next few decades without the prospect of uninhibited sex, which she was unlikely to get from her husband, however much she loved him.

She needed a virile man to hold her, stroke her, maul her, kiss her, suck her and fuck her! Did this mean that she would become routinely unfaithful, always searching for erotic fulfilment?

Just letting these thoughts pass through her mind made her ache with desire, and she could feel her breasts tighten and her labia swell with the prospect of imminent satisfaction.

How did she really feel about Brian Wolfe, she asked herself as she waited for him? She didn't love him, but she loved his company, his gentleness, his humour, his consideration and above all, his power to thrill her. Jane knew this was a short-term affair, in spite of his futile protestations about loving her and wanting to marry her, but he was a hunk of real man and she wanted him desperately. She wanted him to possess her and give those incredible feelings of pure sexual pleasure.

Jane had left Heidi in their cabin, with orders from her friend not to come back for at least two hours. Presumably Roger was going to visit her, but Jane would not have been all that surprised if it was some other lucky young officer - as long as it was not Lionel Galbraith, she thought with illogical jealously!

Suddenly the door opened and there was Brian, in his off-duty kit of linen suit and regimental tie.

'I didn't knock, it was all very furtive,' he said with one of his attractive grins. 'I had to wait until the coast was clear.' He carefully turned the lock to secure the door and held his hands out to her as Jane rose to meet him.

'Good God, you look so gorgeous tonight!' he said, with genuine admiration. She had made a special effort to look alluring for him, knowing how much he appreciated the 'houri' look. After leaving the lounge earlier, she had re-applied her make-up, using her professional expertise to use heavier eye-shadow and even false eyelashes. Scarlet lipstick and matching nails made her feel a real femme-fatale, but if it gave him an extra jolt to his libido, it was well worth it.

'I'm almost afraid to kiss you in case it spoils that fantastic lipstick,' he said hoarsely, hugging her to him. She could already feel his erection through his suit.

'Don't worry, it's supposed to be kiss-proof,' she murmured into his neck. 'A new product that our company is promoting. I'm just trying it out for them,' she added facetiously.

Teetering on her highest heels to reach him, she put it to the test for a long minute, tongues flickering and hands roving. Her green silk Chinese dress soon came off, but not before Brian had slipped a hand up the slit on one side and probed the inside of her thighs.

He tore off all his clothes down to his underpants and threw them onto the opposite bed. When he turned back, his eyes almost popped out on seeing the vision she presented. The white satin French knickers were sexy enough, but her matching brassiere almost blew his mind. Each cup was conical like her breasts, made up of concentric bands of satin stitched together in diminishing rings until they ended in sharp points over her nipples.

'All the rage in Paris, where they came from,' she explained demurely, as she saw his fascination with such sexy lingerie. 'They call them 'Russian' bras, for some reason. I could have bought one with rubber spikes on the tips, but I thought that was a bit extreme, as I didn't know I was going to meet a pervert like you!'

He grabbed her again, still standing up and kissed her ardently. Even without the rubber spikes, he could feel the twin daggers of her tits pressing into his bare chest and his rising penis almost tore a hole in his pants.

They sank to the bed, where at Heidi's practical suggestion, she had prudently spread a large bath towel. She lay on her back, excited beyond measure, while he kissed her and tongued her, testing the French lipstick to its limits.

He pulled his head back and gazed into her face, the eyes bigger than ever beneath the long mascaraed lashes and heavy shadowing on the lids, with eye-liner underneath.

'You look bloody fantastic!', he gasped, turned on by the exotic make-up. He ran his hands over her breasts, caressing them through the white silk. 'And as for this bra, you should be locked up for wearing it, tempting us poor men!'

'You like it, dearie?' she simpered in a parody of a whore. 'If I'd known I was going to meet you aboard, I'd have bought the even naughtier ones!'

He bent to kiss the tips of her tits jutting against the thin fabric.

'If I had a pair of scissors, I could cut off the tops and then suck your nipples through the holes, my love!' he said urgently.

'

That could be arranged, if it put an extra inch on your cock, darling,' she whispered, then hardly believed that she could have said such an outrageous thing. 'What are you going to do to me tonight, master?' she asked throatily.

'Don't worry, I'm sure I'll find something new.' As he spoke, he wriggled out of his pants and lay naked alongside her, then took her hand and guided it to his penis, which lay waiting on his belly like some dormant snake. 'Why don't you wake up 'The Monster'?' he suggested.

Jane grasped it below the massive head and began sliding her fingers up and down. 'It doesn't feel as if it needs much waking, Brian. And I'm sure it's grown since last time!'

After some more kissing and fondling, he almost reluctantly unclipped the fabulous brassiere and put it aside. Then he stared at her exposed breasts. 'By damn, you're becoming a brazen hussy, Jane!'

Her nipples were now the same colour as her lipstick and fingernails.

. 'And you're a perverted fetishist!' she retorted with a innocent wide-eyed smile, as she had felt his penis twitch and swell as he feasted his eyes on her coloured teats. Knowing how he was stimulated by make-up, she had lip-sticked her nipples, just to please him in return for the sexy talk with which he excited her.

'Are these kiss-proof too?' he demanded.

'There's only one way to find out, darling, so get testing.'





Adultery on the Lord



Rose Cusana sat in St Leonard's church, empty. The air in the chapel felt slow from use. Idols and icons practiced their pose for an upcoming performance, while the Alter existed in a stillness almost too hard to bear.

She began to pray for some relief, but the silence only served as a space for the past week's drama to torture her, again, and again, and again.

Wondering how it had come to this: Four days ago she found the man she married in this very church, fucking a slight twenty something tramp in their marital bed.

She came home midday to get a brief she had forgotten. Entering an apartment she fully expected to be empty, the panting she heard confirmed the nightmare she had denied too long. It wasn't like the movies; she didn't creep towards the room in confused ignorance, she didn't call out 'I'm Hoooeme.' No, Rose knew the sounds of sex when she heard them. She walked to the hardly closed bedroom door, and watched her husband fucking the beautifully cheap, doe eyed slut, Carla, on her Nancy Kolte's bed linen.

Taking it all in, this scene would be burned into her memory forever; the adolescent toe ring, the lilac lace panties that never made it off her left ankle, the heat in the room, and the smell of their sex.

Peter held her right ankle outstretched as far as he could, obscenely spreading her silken legs as he ploughed his married cock into her swollen pussy. No condom; that wet shine that coated his penis only made the scene more intimate and betraying.

"You like that you hot little slut? You like that? You like Daddy's cock fucking you, huh?" Peter's words seemed so vulgar and foreign. She had never been spoken to like that.

Her beastly groans beneath him partnered the slap of his pelvis upon hers. "Fuck yes, fuck, yes, fuck, yes," Carla was getting somewhere, and Peter was bringing her there.

"Uh babe, I'm gonna come" He said.

"Uh huh, me too..."

"Where you want it?"

"I want to taste it"

"You want to taste it?"

"I want to taste it"

Peter pulled out in a fever, brought his cock to her head as though it were a pale of water that might spill if upended. Bringing forth the orgasm that was teetering within his balls, it held for a moment at the gate of ejaculation. Peter pumped his dick with a panicked whine fearful his climax might somehow be scared away.

Rose tipped her head at an angle as if viewing a museum exhibit: The lipsticked glass of water on the nightstand without a coaster, the family camera on the ground beside her own vibrator trying to hide beneath the bed, the bedspread pulled out from the neat making she herself performed not four hours ago.

Dust particles in the sunny air above the bed gave a halo effect to her husband's brown hair as he pumped his marriage into Carla's crimson mouth.

Carla desperately worked the pussy that had been abandoned for Peters need to mark his territory, Her french manicured fingers worked her clit as her wanton mouth undulated beneath his ever swelling cock.

Rose knew the signs of a woman about to orgasm, she saw them in Carla: The veins in her neck protruding, her breathing held, her legs stiffened, and her chest became flush as her fingers molested her erect clit in a manic circular motion.

The first shot of semen exploded onto her top lip as Carla's wave finally crashed ashore. Her orgasm came like a roller coaster, working slowly to the top before cresting into waves of bliss and adrenaline. Her eyes were closed as Peter aimed his second load into her mouth, but by this point she was barely aware he was even coming. Her orgasm continued as she threw her right thigh over her left and squeezed her cunt like a sponge, both hands covering her pubic hair. She never wanted this coaster to end.

His third and forth shots landed in and around her mouth, a mouth built for sex; Sensual and moist, full and inviting, her lips had been an object of desire for every man who passed since entering puberty. Her's was a mouth to come on, and smear, and abuse. A mouth to kiss, and lick, and finger. A mouth that begs, and swears, and moans. Some mouths are just built like that.

Their eyes locked as she took his shining head and tasted the combination of his come and her pussy. She slowly mouthed his satiated glans and faintly rocked her hips in a comforting grind. It was a short lived moment of shared ecstasy as Rose tapped the door fully ajar and stepped beyond the threshold.

"Christ! Rose!" Peter rolled off Carla onto his side of the bed. Fully expecting Rose to go berserk, he was struck dumb by her stillness. Her stare was disarming and tortured both lovers in this most awkward of awkward silences. Surveying it all, not saying a word, her observing underlined their nudity.

Carla lay soaked in sperm and sweat, humiliation blooming with every unsaid word. Rose wanted her to feel every bit the cheap slut in her presence. She glowered at her erect nipples, at the heat rash upon her chest, at the mound of light brown hair between her legs, at the pantie marks still on her hips. It was a less than subtle torture. She looked her in the eyes, she burned into her decency as the come ran in rivulets down her cheek, behind her ear and onto her Nancy Kolte's pillow case.

Just when Carla could take no more, Rose closed her eyes and opened them, directed at Peter. She had too many things to say, words all fought for the limelight as she turned to leave. Finally at the door a sentence that had not even been in the running came forth:

"You could have at least taken your ring off."

Outside the building, unsure where to go, she assessed herself. She felt rage, shame, and betrayal, but the emotion that cut her the most, the emotion that she resented more than the others, the emotion that was evidenced by the growing wet spot on her thong: She felt...sexually aroused.

The following days passed in confusion and uncertainty for Rose, and now she found herself waiting for Father Delfino in his church, honoring a commitment to go over the chapel's books and finances, pro bono.

Delfino had known Rose since she was a teenager. Now, the wrinkled cleric entered from a small hallway,

"Rosa, Rosa, so good to see you. Sorry I'm late. So, are you ready to whip us into financial shape around here?"

Rose smiled and stood to greet him, she liked Father Delfino. His face was smiling even when he wasn't. For twenty years she listened to the kindly old priest and was happy to give back to his church, even now in her quietly desperate emotional state.

"Rosa, I am so busy today, I confess I forget you were coming. Is it okay if I point you to the office and let you dig in yourself? I have so much to do, I have some laborers working in the yard, and I have a Missionary staying with me until Tuesday, oh, oh, oh, so busy, so busy, Rosa, you'll be okay on your own?"

Rose assured him she would be fine, she got directions to the office, closed the door, and sat down in a cherry banker's chair with a cracked leather seat. She leaned back into a resident creak and took note of where Father Delfino wore blonde rubbings on the arms. The wall to wall books on theology, and family values, and community values, and biographies of holy men and women, and bibles of all shapes and sizes gave Rose a hollow feeling. It was the loneliest room she had ever sat in. The hot sun sneaked in over a tall redbrick wall in the yard, leaving any view she had in complete shadow. All over the world people were laughing, and playing, and having fun. Fun could be had in any corner of the world but here. It was a vacuum, void of energy, void of life. She opened the ledgers, emptied a shoebox of receipts, closed her eyes, and burst into tears.

Some hours later, the financial state of the church was covering every available surface in the tight office. Fr. Delfino put his head in the door,

"Oh boy, Rosa...it's bad?"

Rose laughed, "I've seen worse, but no, it's not good."

"Oh dear dear, oh dear. Thank you so much for helping Rosa. So kind, what a mess, Rosa, how bad? How long will you be Rosa?"

"Well, Father, I may be a few more hours this afternoon and I won't be finished today; these books have been badly neglected."

Delfino looked boyishly at the ground, "I know Rosa, I know, very poor financial habits, I am so busy you see, you'll do a great job Rosa. But I have a meeting with a couple about to marry, can I move you to another room? Your own room?"

Rose was only too happy to leave the monk-like atmosphere of the office, although not expecting much better anywhere else, she gathered all the financials and shuffled down the hall towards a small utility room. She passed the engaged couple on their way to sit with the priest. The bride-to-be looked so radiant, her plump body full of joy. Behind her, the boyfriend said hello before wolfishly leering at Rose's ample breasts. He gave an arrogant sneer trying to convey a sexuality that he simply did not possess.

Taken aback by his audacity, she entered the room angered by the plight of the bride to be. "Uhh! are they all the same?" She did not need this, her world had already been shaken by her husbands unrestrained libido, and now here she was to practice her accounting, for free, in a room containing mops, paint cans, and step ladders. Was the whole world taking what they want, when they want? Was she the only one playing by the rules?

At least she had a key, so she could leave all the papers spread out overnight and lock the door, but this room was worse than the last. She sat on a straight wooden chair at a peeling wooden table. The window looked out onto the same yard but by this point was wider and had some grass. Rose took a break to get a cup of tea in the kitchen. On her return she saw three men working in the yard, moving heavy rocks and digging up dirt.

"Great, now I have to contend with this" she thought. One man was older, fat and obnoxious, another was young and thin, rail thin, the third was muscular and handsome. Rose put her head down and resumed searching for entries in the archaic bookkeeping system. However, it wasn't long before she was watching the handsome one lift boulders over his head. He wore a white tank top that had become clinging with sweat, and draped his muscles in a very sensual way.

"My" she said audibly. The more attention she spent on this man, the more attractive he became. He was brutally handsome with a quiet nature. The other two seemed closer and he seemed 'apart' from them. He held himself with a stoic pride. His back muscles rippled when turning like a sleek panther. His face commanded respect, sullen and brooding, it gave the impression he was not to be messed with.

Returning to the work at hand, or at least trying to, Roses mind would not stop thinking about the unbridled masculinity on display in front of her. And thoughts of a sexual nature came to her. Unconsciously she began to rock her pelvis into the chair. She looked up again to notice the thick veins running down his forearms to his hands, like ripe vines on a branch.

"This is terrible, I can't fantasize about this man, I'm sure he's married," she thought as she looked to his left hand. "No ring, perhaps he's gay, the gorgeous ones often are."

Gay or not, Rose became hotter by the second. She imagined what it would be like to be taken here in this utility room by such a brute, to the point that her nipples began to ache against her satin bra. The warm hazy air took on a euphoric mood around the yard. Her face began to glow. She turned and locked the door. Returning to her chair, she lifted her knee length skirt and kneaded her pussy through her satin underwear. The endorphins that rushed in her mind, gave courage to her forbidden release. She watched as her fantasy moved rock after rock with ease. His way was so serene, so present, he was a pleasure to watch. One hand went into her panties while the other went into her bra.

"Oh my God, what am I doing?" But it felt so good and the mood change was a welcome relief to the depression where she had been dwelling. The wide shouldered stranger's sexual power was unyielding. Rose rubbed her clitoris as she put her high heeled feet upon the table and hung her head back over her chair. Oblivious to his objectification, the man mopped sweat from his brow, wincing at the sun. His colleagues were employed filling a barrow with gravel. The handsome man received some grit in his eye and stood rubbing with the heel of his hand.

Rose drifted away from her worries, how immoral she felt. In many ways she knew she was self-medicating her current anxieties, but with her recent betrayal - justifiably so. This was an act of defiance; if she wanted to rub herself to orgasm, Goddamn it she was going to do it.

Then a thought occurred. A thought so extreme it was a quantum leap in her consciousness: Why couldn't she get this man in here? Why couldn't she suck this man's cock? Have him pound her soaking wet pussy right here in the chapel's backroom? Her fingers became wild, entering her lips and working her sex into a frenzy. Her moans became audible as her fantasy walked the line between fact and fiction. Glancing up and seeing her man having trouble with his eye, the fantasy tipped into the realm of fact. Seizing the moment before she lost her nerve, she rushed from the chair, cracked the window and revealed her presence for the first time.

"Sir, please come in, there is a sink in here. You need to wash your eye, I can help"

The man shrugged and smiled so much as to say, "I'm fine"

"I insist, I insist, come, let's have a look, come in."

He moved towards the backdoor to enter the building. Rose leaned against the deep cast iron sink in her room. Everything was swimming, judgement had been banished. The hard part was over now that this ball was rolling.

She undid one button to reveal her tight cleavage, the cream satin bra with black lace trim flanked her smooth pink breasts beneath her blouse. She unlocked the door, rubbed her cheeks in her hands and tried to calm herself before his arrival.

Entering with a reserved smile, his scent and temperature changed most things in the room, not least of which was Rose. Her balance waved and she felt so heady that she lost all perception of depth. Looking in his eyes, she felt he could have been inches from her or as though they were both in a tiny box, like dolls.

"Come let me wash your eye"

"Really, it's fine."

She placed him against the sink, soaked a paper towel and watered his eye. Now was the moment. Her feminine breath lingered on his mouth as she concentrated on his thick lidded hazel eye. She placed her hand upon his cheek with a lethal tenderness no man could resist.

The strangers jaw tightened as he analyzed the beautiful woman inches from his face, he traced the contours of her face with his eyes as she tended to him on tip-toes.

Rose felt it unseemly to kiss him although her intentions had been made obvious. She had extended more than an invite and had had not seized the moment. As her thigh grazed his groin, it was clear he was not gay, yet his eyes seemed pained by this scenario. She pulled her head back slowly to look directly into his eyes. They locked, and the magnetism took hold. Lust, like two magnets, pulled their lips together. Once they kissed, Rose felt a wave of electricity through her body, starting in her heart, shimmering up into her chest and shoulders before dropping like a cannonball into her needful wet pussy.

The man kissed powerfully, doubling in passion every moment while his monumentally erect penis strained at his dusty black pants.

Rose felt faint and broke the kiss, resting her panting face on his. She hadn't ever felt a raw passion like this.

He used her body to grind his cock. He bucked like an animal against her, reaching around to grab her ass tight against him.

Her moans into his neck approved his humping. Like an fillie in heat she needed something so primal only the muscled laborer before her could deliver. They kissed again as she undid his pants button.

Suddenly, the heated stud grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her at arm length away from him. Staring into her eyes, he pushed her further away again with his fingers. "I can't do this," he said, pleading with his tortured eyes.

Rose stood for an eternal second, what force could stop such passion? she looked at her wounded suitor his body erect and ready yet his mind conflicted. Her own pain was driving a lot of this, she knew, but she wanted him in her, she wanted to be part of him, even for a moment, "I need you." she said.

The magnetism took hold again, his resistance vanished and he rushed her, he rushed her onto the peeling table and pushed her skirt up before swiftly yanking her panties off.

Rose lay her head back, eyes closed, embracing the feeling of air around her, more than ready, cunt. She looked up to see him dropping his pants and shorts away, his erect cock standing thick and gorgeous. Heavy and pulsing, it bent slightly to the left. Her breathing became shallow as she submitted to this Adonis, his shining black hair framing his tanned features as he climbed upon the table, her legs splayed and resting on his biceps.

With little subtlety or tenderness, he hinged his pelvis and repeatedly coated the head of his cock with her wetness. Teasing her lips apart, he plunged slowly and steadily into her throbbing vagina. His arms, stood planted like two tree trunks each side of her head as he pulled his huge cock out of her pussy and worked it in again.

"Oh my God, Fuck me," she said Finding his groove and with a laconic detachment, he drove his cock into her, groaning softly. He fucked her with abandon as her wet pussy started to run down her ass onto the churches books.

Feeling tiny beneath the man, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the raw emotion that ran through her soul and the raw energy that was powering in and out of her tight wet hole. Anything she could focus on brought her a pang of erotic bliss, the disbelief that this was actually happening, the sense of revenge over her husband, the sensation of a rigid shaft being drawn from her pussy or the feeling of it driving back in and taking her breath away as his hilt slammed upon her pubic bone.

"Uhhhh, fuck me, I need it, fuck me" she said.

The stranger obliged and used her to savagely satisfy his needs, the coldness with which he fucked her suited her perfectly. She wanted to be used, and to be a user. His engorged cock drove into her like a piston. She could see her pussy lips being drawn along his shaft as he pulled out. He too was watching his shining cock ravage her cunt, he paused upon a withdrawal and Rose suspected he was about to come, but this was not the case. He turned his head up and landed his gaze within her eyes. But more; within her eyes, within her mind, within her very soul. He held his look for a moment before delving deep inside her with his cock.

And then it happened: Rose entered another place. She no longer had any control over herself. He started her on the road to an orgasm, but on the way he tortured her with a sensual overload. Locked into his stare, she felt one with this human. No longer a stranger, and beyond a lover, the two seemed to become one. Indeed, all became one; Boundries vanished and she felt a connection with life that had never revealed itself before. It was pure; a revelation that could leave nobody unchanged. She could tell he felt it too as he fucked her in this most sublime manner. Sensations started to gather in her pussy, like a congregation leaving after a mass. She needed a release, and rapidly it was coming. She started to moan as her sweating stud pounded her into the table. As she exploded into heaven she let out a load roar. He quickly covered her mouth as he too exploded into orgasm inside her womb.




Adultery Paid Off



I crossed another day off the calendar. One year, two months and twenty six days. That's how long it's been. That's how long it's been since I have had any sex. "Sex on tap" everyone said when I got married. Well, a sure fire killer for that is trying to have a baby. The situation was hopeless and getting worse. I walked out and sat on the porch. The Watson's across the road had gone on a six month vacation and brought in a house sitter. He sat on their porch, staring at me, drinking his beer at seven in the morning while I drank my coffee. Neither of us acknowledging the other, I guess we both had our problems.

I would often come home from work early, as the studio was only around the corner. Some days I didn't have much on so I stayed home working in the garden. It was hot, digging and mulching in the summer heat. The house sitter would always be there on the porch, undressing me with his unwavering stare. In a way it was very creepy but, at the same time, I felt flattered to have someone notice me. 

I decided to have a little fun and stir things up a bit, so the next day I wore the shortest shorts I could find, and provocatively bent over in his direction. I felt a little silly at first but then got into the swing of things. I started doing all sorts of poses with the hose, the spade and even the secateurs until I spiked my ass on the rose bush. A little embarrassed I looked up but there was no reaction from him.

So the next day I tried to look sexier and wore a very loose shirt with a few extra buttons undone, revealing a lacy bra. There was a bit of wind that day and it was difficult to look sexy whilst battling to keep the stupid shirt on my shoulder and trying to see through my hair whipping me in the eyes. I was useless. I retired early and noticed I still didn't get a response. 

The following day I went one step further and did away with my bra entirely. It was a calm day and I made sure the shirt was slightly transparent to guarantee me some sort of response. Just then Carol walked past. "Shit." I muttered under my breath. "What's she going to say seeing me gardening in a see through shirt and shorts so short I give myself wedgies?"

"Hi there," she hesitated, "you look nice." She looked at me up and down as if I was some weirdo.

"Hi Carol," I said chirpily and quickly picked up a bundle of compost to hide my exposed breasts. "Walking the dog I see?"

"Yeah, ah, enjoy your gardening." And with that, she made a quick get-a-way.

I dropped the bundle and felt like a real fool. I looked up at the porch and saw him just sitting there. He made me mad, I'm not sure what I was expecting but I wanted some sort of reaction from him and I was determined to get it.

So I came out in a very short sleeveless dress and wore nothing underneath. The soft summer afternoon breeze tickled me between the legs and my nipples responded to the call. I dug, I raked and bent over in numerous positions but it seemed the only thing I was doing was getting myself all hot and bothered.

I gave up.

The next day I went to the studio to catch up on the last few wasted days. I checked my diary, "Shit!" I had forgotten I promised to meet Meg for a coffee. I scooped up my bag, grabbed my keys and flew out the door.

"Morning darls, so sorry I'm late." I gave Meg a big hug and a kiss. We'd been friends for years.

"Thought I was going to have to share my news with the waitress", she beamed at me. I looked at her puzzled. "Valentines is around the corner so my dearest sweetheart bought two tickets to the Cayman Islands! Can you believe it?"

"Wow, that's awesome." I was very pleased for her.

"So what have you two got planned?"

"Oh, just the usual - nothing. Same as last Valentines, and the one before." I sunk in my chair and lowered my eyes.

"Don't tell me you still haven't had sex?"

"One year, two months and twenty six days."

"No way", Meg was shocked, "go and get fucked. Seriously, this is not healthy, go and get yourself fucked. I mean it. My brother's available, think of it as an early Valentines present."

I chuckled at her enthusiasm to clear the ever growing cobwebs. "Thanks, your too kind, but your brother?" I shook my head, "I think I'll take my chances standing on the corner one night." I sculled the rest of my coffee, "must go darls. I'll see you when you get back from your Valentines sex quest in the tropics."

Buzzing with caffeine I got back to studio and into the darkroom. I had a pile of photos I needed to develop. I heard the studio door swing open.

"Is that you Jeff?" I called but there was no reply. It had to be him since he's the only one that visits me in the studio. "Be out in a minute."

The dark room door opened abruptly and the house sitter entered. I turned around startled, and dropped my photo, dripping wet with solution. I was shocked, he moved towards me with such purpose, such wild hunger that I didn't even have a chance to speak.  

He slammed my body up against the wall, adrenaline pumped through my veins, my head was swimming. I started to pant, almost hyper ventilating. He held my wrists while he lifted my arms up above my head and pushed them against the wall. I couldn't move. His body pressed hard up against mine. I had no hope of escape. His eyes pierced mine and I could see the hunger in them. A bead of sweat dripped down my temple and I knew he had me. 

He moved his face closer to mine and took a deep breath. I'm sure he could smell the mix of fear and excitement emanating from every pore. He moved down to my neck and hovered for a moment, teasing me, tormenting me like a cat playing with its prey before finishing it off. His thick wet tongue felt like velvet as he slowly licked my neck. The stubble of his day old growth brushed up against the side of my neck sending tremors down my legs. I was euphoric. My body was alive, my skin tingled with forbidden excitement, feeling every follicle pushing erect. I closed my eyes and let out an uncontrollable whimper. I felt his body press harder against mine and I found it hard to breathe. 

Not releasing his grip on my wrists, he slid my arms down to my shoulders and continued with his tongue, down my chest. He rubbed his face across my breasts but was frustrated by the barrier he encountered. In one movement he grabbed my crisp white shirt with his teeth and tore it open. I heard one of the buttons bounce to the floor and idly thought that was the end of my one-off designer shirt that cost me half a pay packet. But I didn't care; I wanted him to tear it all off and now. He had a different idea. 

My shirt gaped open, revealing my small round breasts supported by a see through white lace bra. He didn't waste time and completely engulfed my breast with his mouth, swirling his tongue around my erect nipple. He licked and stroked magic and I could feel my juices soaking through my panties. My nipple wanted to burst through my bra and reach out to his mouth screaming lick me, suck me, pinch me hard.

My knees buckled. I wanted to be fucked, I needed to be fucked. I tried to move and release my arms, to grab something, taste something but his hold was too strong. My whimpers turned into soft moans. My vagina moaned as well, she moaned for something hard to feel and taste in her soft, moist cavity.

His tongue carried on down to my navel, swirling around my knotted stomach. Then he pressed hard up against my crutch with his face, nuzzling between my legs through my tight blue denim skirt. He finally released the pressure from my wrists and guided my hands to his head while he continued pressing his face into me. I ran my hands through his short dark hair wanting to push his head harder and harder.

I had completely lost control. I was no longer thinking or acting like a rational woman. This man, which had dawned on me that I knew nothing about, was driving me absolutely wild. My flaunting had paid off after all.

He slipped his hands up my skirt, tore off my panties and then stood up. As he unzipped his pants he smacked his mouth up against mine. Our tongues found each other and I could taste the stale beer. My legs wrapped around his waist and he couldn't thrust himself in me fast enough. 

"Oh God!" I yelled as the many months of repressed sexual tension exploded all at once. My body was slammed against the wall with each plunge, but it still wasn't hard enough. I don't even know if he used protection but I didn't care. I was being liberated.

He gave me a few quicker, short, hard shoves and my eyes rolled back, I held my breath and dug my nails into his back. He held me there for a moment and I felt alive, invigorated and smiled to myself until reality started flooding back. I pushed him away and landed on my feet.

"Who are you?!" I demanded, breathing heavily and feeling vulnerable and slightly desecrated. But he didn't answer. He calmly tucked himself back in, grinned at me and then walked out the door.

"At least tell me your name!" I yelled as I slid down the wall. My legs felt as though they were made of jelly. But he was gone.

I arrived home that evening feeling violated, guilty of betrayal but perversely invigorated. I prepared the evening meal as nothing had happened. I woke the next day with a sense of urgency for more. My libido came back with a vengeance and it scared me.

As I left the house I stopped and looked at the Watson's empty porch. He no longer sat there. I wondered who he was and how could a stranger know exactly what I needed? I burned inside with an almost uncontrollable passion that needed to be released. I was horny as hell. Walking into the dark room I observed the chaos of trays and photos on the floor and smiled with a delicious memory. Just then I heard the studio door open and my heart stopped. I braced myself. The dark room door flew open.

"Geez, what happened?"

"Jeff!" I exclaimed, letting out a burst of tension. "What are you doing here?"

"You left your diary at home. Thought you might need it." 

He leaned towards me and placed it on the table next to me. Not thinking I grabbed his arm and held his gaze. We exchanged more in that brief moment, than we had for a long time. He moved closer and timidly kissed me. It was as if it was the first time again. I kissed him back harder and felt the love we once knew rush back through my heart. He sat me up on the table and with one swipe of his arm cleared the remaining few items to the floor.

Time passed and our relationship blossomed once again. We discovered each other in every room of our home and were happier than we could remember. It was as if the mysterious house sitter had switched something back on and had given me the confidence I needed again. Sparking my lust for sex, that one act of adultery had given me my marriage back.

And then it slapped me hard, the sting of foul guilt -- I was late! I had missed my period and I panicked. 

The result of the home pregnancy test stared blankly back at me. I had always dreamed of this moment and thought of how euphoric I would be, rushing into Jeff's arms and shouting out to the world that I was pregnant. Instead, dread sank into my stomach so heavily I could hardly walk. What if the house sitter...

I had to know. From such a high of rekindled love, to a low so low I could barely get out of bed. It was a painful two weeks of tests and waiting but the truth was revealed. How could I tell Jeff? Do I just blurt it out in a casual conversation or leave a note like a silly school girl? Which ever way, our world was about to change forever.

It was Valentines Day and I decided it was time. I laid a red table cloth on the lounge room floor and set up a picnic style dinner with candles, long stemmed wine glasses and white napkins with little red love hearts. It was a simple meal as I wasn't sure if the food would be eaten. I sat and waited sipping on some red grape juice.

"Hi sweetheart. Wow, what a day I had today", called Jeff, as he came in through the lounge holding one of the biggest bunches of red roses I had ever seen. He stopped and looked at the setting on floor, "This looks great" he enthused and extended his arm out with the bunch of roses. He leaned down and gave me a long tender kiss then pulled back and said softly, "Love you."

I could hardly speak and just smiled warmly. I took the flowers and motioned for him to sit. He eagerly sat down opposite me and looked at the food trying to decide what to take first. He grabbed his plate ready to fill it when he noticed the envelope I had placed on it.

"What's this?" he asked.

I didn't reply. He opened it and sat motionless for what seemed an eternity. He stared at a picture of what seemed to be a grey scaled kidney bean. Then I could see it dawned on him, and he lifted his head with tears welling in his eyes and his words choked with emotion.

"Happy Valentines." I managed. The stress and tension of the passed couple of weeks melted away. Jeff launched himself over the plates, food, spilling the juice and hugged and kissed me with such delight. We were having a baby.



Adultery Saved My Marriage



As I sit at my desk writing this story, I try to make sense of the problems that have recently beset me. My mind screams of the injustices that I have suffered at the hands of my wife and of the indignities that I have sustained, but a small part of me fully knows that this is a deserved and, possible predictable, retribution; a sort of twisted poetic justice. 

Since my accident, I have been confined to this damn desk and to this godforsaken wheelchair. My computer, once the source of great entertainment, stands almost as forgotten as the feeling in my legs - my shattered and broken legs. Immediately subsequent to the accident, Jenny, my wife, was attentive and sympathetic, but as time drew onwards and my limbs showed little sign of reparation, her whole persona seemed to change. The sweet, doting wife that never asked questions or demanded explanations left me and was replaced by an altogether different being. The new Jenny was hard and sarcastic and seemed hell-bent on repaying her husband for his past behaviour. 

I suppose, though, if I'm brutally honest, our marital problems began a long time before the accident that restricted me so mercilessly. Jenny and I were married in 1986. We were both twenty six at the time and, I for one, had enjoyed a full and varied sex life up to that point. Being young and energetic, I saw no reason to terminate my behaviour just because I was married. The first year of our union, I continued just as I had been before the wedding. I loved sex and took every opportunity to indulge myself in this most pleasurable of pastimes - unfortunately, it now seems, not only with my wife. Actually that is a crass understatement; I slept with just about every woman BUT my wife. Office parties, dinner engagements or even just chance meetings; I never missed an opportunity to have sex. I can recall one situation shortly before the accident.

Jenny and I had been invited to a friend's house for a diner party. The guests were varied and mainly in couples, but a pretty redhead, having been stood up at the last moment, was there alone. After a few glasses of wine, she ceased to be just pretty and, in my eyes at least, became one of the most attractive and desirable women that I had ever seen. I let my hand drop innocently and fleetingly touched her pale thigh. When I left it there and felt no resistance, I knew that I had to have her. To cut a long story short, the redhead and I offered to load the dishwasher whilst the other guests retired to the lounge for coffee. With Jenny and our friends in the very next room, I bent this most beautiful woman over the kitchen sink, pulled up the back of her dress and, sliding her panties down, fucked her from behind until we both came in a virtual earthquake of orgasm. I had to bury my face in her long, tapered neck and clamp a hand over her mouth to stop us both from screaming out our passion at the point of climax. This was certainly not the first, or last time that this happened and, whilst I was fairly sure that Jenny was not aware, talk of my continued affairs were the hushed whispers of most of our friends. In fact, the very night of the accident, I was driving home with the sweet aroma of my assistant's fragrant pussy still on my face.

But all that has changed now. The tables have been well and truly turned on me. Jenny had been becoming more and more acidic and contemptuous in her attitude towards me. We had not made love for over three months and, with my legs full of nuts, bolts and metal plates, I was certainly in no frame of mind to start then.

"You look so pathetic sitting there," she said to me one evening, her voice full of scorn, "I bet you couldn't even get it up for one of your little bitches now!" There it was. She knew. Perhaps she had always known. She looked at me, the pretty smile gone and replaced by a hateful sneer - I had obviously really hurt her. I felt so helpless. I longed to leap out of the dreaded wheelchair and show her what a real man I was: to throw her to the ground, rip her clothes from her still sexy body and ravish her, plunder her completely. But I knew that she was right; although physically unaffected by the accident, my wedding tackle had long since ceased to respond to any form of stimulus. Sneering at me again in a voice that cut right through me, Jenny stormed out of the house telling me that she was going to find a "real" man. I shouted and screamed at her, calling her all the names that I could think of, but within a few seconds I was berating an empty room.

I had not heard her come in that night - I now slept in the den - and the morning arrived to a stony silence between the two of us. Jenny still looked angry and I made the assessment that she had not found what she had been looking for the previous night.

"So, you couldn't find anyone to fuck a forty year old bitch, then?" I knew it was a mistake as soon as the words were out of my mouth, but I wanted to hurt her as she had hurt me the night before. Jenny turned and looked at me, her coffee cup poised just blow her painted lips. She said nothing. She didn't have to, her facial expression told me the contempt she felt for me. She held the stare for two whole minutes before she finally did speak.

"You're wrong. Tonight you'll see." she said it simply and plainly, all the recent acidity had left her voice. It was as if she were informing me of the day's weather. I tried to reply, but the words became stuck in my throat. It was probably just as well; I doubt if anything I did say at that point would have been very helpful.

Jenny left for work and my day began to drag. Thoughts of my wife with another man filled my head like a dream that I could not awake from. I tried to break up the day by surfing the Internet; visiting my favourite porn sites in the hope that something would detract my mind from the awful truth. But was it really that awful? Did I not deserve a taste of my own medicine? As the images on the monitor flashed up before my eyes, I could only see the familiar face of my wife in the faces of the models. It was as if she were teasing me as I looked at the photographs: Jenny being fucked, Jenny sucking on some giant dick, Jenny being gangbanged by several men at once. But as I opened more and more of the hardcore pictures, I felt a strange sensation in my loins - I was developing a hard-on! The more I looked at the action shots with Jenny's face superimposed in my mind, the harder my cock became. After two hours of surfing it became obvious to me that the thought of seeing my wife in this type of situation was hugely arousing. I masturbated that day for the first time in many months and when Jenny returned from work I was feeling more relaxed than I had for a long time. I was determined to talk to her. To forgive her as I hoped she would forgive me. I wanted us to try and start again.

When the door to our modest home opened at 6.15pm as usual, I had positioned my chair in the lounge so that I could welcome my wife home with a smile. I heard the front door close behind her and watched the handle of the lounge door move as she opened it. The smile left my face the instant I saw her companion. He was tall, blonde and young. The white T-shirt he wore did little to conceal the definition of his muscular torso and arms and the tight jeans hinted at a large endowment. Without bothering to introduce the young man, Jenny walked straight over to me and locked the brake on my wheelchair in position. I was looking directly into the centre of the room and was helpless to move.

"This is the first and last time I shall do this" she said in the same simple tone that she had used that morning. "But I want you to know how it feels to be degraded the way that you have degraded me for years."

My powers of speech had again deserted me and I just sat open mouthed as I watched my wife and the young stranger move together in a lustful embrace. Jenny was much shorter then he and had to stand on her tip-toes to place her ruby lips against his. She moaned out loud (I think more for my benefit) as his tongue slipped into her mouth and began a passionate dance with her own. His hands were all over her body; touching her still firm behind and squeezing her buttocks through the short skirt and then moving to her front and caressing a large, covered breast. I was shocked by the speed that the situation was moving: neither of them seemed keen to waste any time. I wanted to say something, but what should I say? What could I say? Despite my release earlier that day, I still found that, with the present scene in front of me, I was developing another erection.

Unlocking his lips from Jenny's, the young man looked over at me and smiled. There was no hint of concern, none of sympathy for me, he just grinned as he slowly lifted the back of my wife's skirt and slipped both hands into the back of a pair of white lace panties that I was sure I had not seen her wear before. Jenny gasped and moaned again as his strong hands directly massaged her bottom and this time I was certain that it was involuntary and not just for my benefit. The moan continued as the man slowly dropped to his knees, his hands still in her panties this causing them to slide gracefully down her legs to her ankles. As he gently lifted each of her feet in turn and assisted her to step out of the undergarment, Jenny loosed the button at the back of her skirt and slid the zipper down. The short, black skirt followed the same route as her panties and, pooling on the floor at her feet, she kicked it haphazardly to one side revealing a clean shaved pussy, something else I had never seen on her.

The young man now stood and picked the half naked Jenny up in his strong arms. Her legs flailed and parted slightly as he lowered her to the carpet and I got a quick glimpse of the moisture that glistened on her protruding labia - it seemed that I was not the only one who was reacting to this display of graphic sexuality. Once supine on the floor, Jenny was swiftly relieved of her remaining garments: the blouse, bra (that matched her panties) and shoes were all discarded and within a few seconds she lay completely naked in front of her lover and her husband. Her face was still free of expression, her demeanour almost robotic but for the faint moans and gasps that escaped her lips from time to time. But she seemed to know exactly what she was doing, what was required of her. Slowly she raised her knees, her legs spreading open automatically. The moisture on her slit was more evident than I had first thought, but I lost sight of it as her young lover bent his head between her legs and began to lick her pussy. The moans now began to increase in volume. I could just about see the point of contact that his tongue made with her vagina and had to shift awkwardly in my chair as he swiped the appendage across her clitoris and caused her to climax. Jenny howled out loud as the orgasm swept through her body. I watched her painted toes curl as she began to tremble and shudder. Her large breasts jiggled on her chest and the nipples swelled visibly. The young man continued to lap at her pussy as she came, greedily swallowing her flowing juices and sucking her now distended clit between his lips until he was completely sure that he had tasted her best.

Jenny's body continued to twitch and spasm for another few minutes as the tall man knelt back on his haunches and began to unzip his jeans. I was torn between looking at his face, still wet with her juices and waiting to see what his cock looked like free of his underwear. I didn't have long to wait. A quick fumble inside his jeans produced a penis that, while still only semi hard, was at least eight inches in length. Still on his knees, he shuffled his way up towards my wife's head. His monster cock swung lewdly from his open fly and, when he had reached the desired position, he placed the tip directly into my wife's mouth. Jenny instinctively opened wide to accept the broad, mushroom shaped head as he fed it to her. I watched his eyes close as she began to fellate him, her hands coming up to caress his heavy looking testicles as she did. Within seconds his oversized endowment had grown another two inches and swelled visibly. Jenny was having more and more trouble getting it into her mouth and, realising this, he pulled out of her warm orifice. Slowly, with the huge shaft gripped in his hand, he moved the head over her face. Traces of pre-cum mixed with her saliva traced patterns over her nose and cheeks. Lower and lower he moved, over her neck to her breasts, gently circling the nipples and coating them with the sticky fluid. Lower still over her belly, navel and hips, sliding ever downwards to her thighs and feet. More pre-cum seeped from the tip and oozed over her legs and toes. Then slowly, kneeling between her twitching legs, he moved the monster up the inside of her thigh. Jenny was constantly moaning now and I admit to a painfully uncomfortable erection confined in my underwear.

As the young stranger's cock approached Jenny's hairless mound, she tried to spread her legs apart further. With the absence of a pubic covering it was easy to see her open and waiting hole as the man's prick approached ever closer. Finally he found his position and, lifting Jenny's legs high in the air, plunged his huge tool deep into her warm, wet cavern. Despite his size, he seemed to enter easily and without any discomfort. His eyes closed as Jenny's snatch swallowed him up. Jenny moaned deep in her throat as he penetrated her to the hilt and came again, this time a much more subdued climax. Her legs were now over his muscular shoulders as he began to pump his massive tool into her body. Slowly at first and then building up more momentum my wife's young lover ploughed into her. His rhythm was steady but with deep and penetrating thrusts that seem to send shivers of excitement through Jenny's tight body. She gave him his cue; begged him to cum inside her. He did not disappoint. As if he were able to cum on demand, he threw his head back and thrust deep into her pussy. A deep guttural groan escaped his lips and from the way that Jenny was bucking her hips up towards him, I knew that his semen was now streaming into my wife's vagina. Again, I had to readjust my sitting position to alleviate the growing pressure on my cock.

The whole thing finished as quickly as it had started. The two lovers had hardly said a word to each other, let alone to me, the entire time and now the young man was standing and, still silently, tucking away his cock and zipping his jeans while Jenny still lay naked and exhausted on the carpet. The whole situation was totally bizarre! 

And then, still without a word, he was gone.

I heard the front door close behind him and suddenly Jenny and I were alone with the terrible truth. As she rose from her position to approach me, she started to speak, but I had to stop her I had to let her know that, as far as I was concerned, the terrible truth was not terrible at all! I didn't want this to be the first and last time that this happened. I wanted her to continue to bring her lovers home. There was only one way I could think of letting her know how I felt. Quickly unzipping my trousers I hauled out my modest but throbbing hard cock. She stopped dead in her tracks, a little surprised. Then the old smile came back to her face. The smile that I thought had gone for good.

"It looks like adultery might have saved our marriage!" she said. 

She continued to approach me, I could see the cum leaking from her still open hole and trickling down her thighs. My cock throbbed again, uncontrollably. Jenny knelt down in front of my wheelchair and winked at me. She smiled again. As I felt the delicious sensation of my hard meat enter her mouth, I knew that I had my wife back and would never cheat on her again. Now it was her turn!



Adultery, the First Time



Adultery was in the air. Sherry's interviews were over and she had the freedom to sample the Big Apple all by herself. Now, how far would she allow herself to go? Would she even have the nerve to go all out as a married woman on the make in the big city?

After all her marriage had survived, and survived well, for fifteen years, without one extramarital affair -- at least on her part. Would one night on the loose be worth the risk? 

When she accepted the assignment to travel to New York to do an interview for her magazine, she had not planned on any such thing. She would merely do some sight seeing, perhaps go to some places she'd missed when she traveled there with her husband. 

Then she shared the news with her old sorority sister. Jody, as usual, found an extra enticement to what looked to be an already exciting trip. "Hey, you can finally hit a singles bar by yourself. Snag a buff dude. It will be your big chance to prove to yourself you're still a hot babe." 

Sherry wasn't shocked at the innuendo. After all Jody was the wild sister in the sorority, and Sherry still loved her enough to forgive all her innuendos. "Jody, my husband knows I'm a hot babe. We've been married sixteen years and I haven't felt the need to prove anything." She gave her friend a wry smile and continued, "And I already know I'm a hot babe!" . 

"Fair enough old friend, but in case you feel the urge to check it out, your hotel is right next door to Tony's Midtown Club, the wildest swinging singles bar in Manhattan. You won't even have to take a cab to get to it. Your room and a nice bed will be waiting just a short walk from Tony's 

Sherry's answer was a bit slow in coming and a little less vehement, but she still insisted, "I'm telling you, I do not need to check myself out. I'm very satisfied with what I have. There's no need to conduct an experiment in a wild swinging bar." 

Jody took note of her friend's slightly muted denial and softened her own suggestion. "Look, my best friend, we are both nearing the dreaded four-oh. Don't you still wonder if you 'got it?' "

"Oh hell, even if I did want to test myself, I wouldn't know what to do or even what to wear." 

"Sherry, make it easy on yourself. To start with, wear your wedding ring. In a singles bar a ring is an advertisement, and it works wonders. Guys love to nail a married woman. It's good for their ego and if they knock a girl up it's her problem. But that's not the whole story. Every woman has a secret yen to be the ultimate sex object. Wear something sexy. Actually it should be something new and sexy. When an Adonis hits on you, your self esteem will soar." 

"Oh and be sure to take the pill."

Sherry realized her old Pi Delta Epsilon sister knew what she was talking about when it came to sex, especially extramarital sex. Jody had bragged how she banged all the guys in the men's Pi Delta Epsilon fraternity plus half the journalist professors at USC. After she was married -- all three times -- Jody still maintained her reputation for being "available," and she reveled in it. 

Although she never admitted it even to herself, Sherry started looking at her trip to New York in a different light. That week she made a "business trip" to Los Angeles and bought a new dress. It was red, expensive, made of silk, low cut, and had a slit skirt. Then rather than have it sent to her home she had the boutique send it directly to her hotel in the big city along with instructions to hold it until her arrival. Somehow she didn't want to explain to her husband why she needed a dress like that to do research for a magazine article. 

Now the story was done, and the finishing touches on it would wait until she returned home. Would she go through with it? During her week's stay, she walked past Tony's several times, even imagined herself making an entrance at 9 p.m, the hour the "real action" stated. Live music from 8:30 to 2 was advertised by a sign near the door. 

By pretending to be gathering information for a possible story she asked questions from a friend in New York who wrote for a gossipy tabloid. The columnist explained that when an unattached woman walked in the door she was considered "fresh meat." Usual etiquette was suspended. Many women were predators. The rest were assumed to be on the make when they came in. All sorts of fondling, touching, wild kissing, and sexually charged dancing wads were de rigueur. 

"It's hot. An evening at Tony's is considered foreplay," the columnist told her. 

Sherry rationalized she could visit it just for kicks and leave with her virtue intact. 

That afternoon she had her hair coiffed, and her nails were painted to match her red dress Then a few dabs of Chanel # 5, a few more dabs of talcum powder in her nether areas. She put on her thigh-high hose and her panties. 

Then the dress! She pulled it over her head. A check in the mirror confirmed that she did indeed look sexy. She bent over and pulled the bodice away from her body. Most of her boobs and the tops of her nipples were visible. Then she rubbed her hands on her butt, she could feel her panties. Sherry hesitated, then pulled up her dress and slid her panties down and off. Now she truly felt sexy. She took a deep breath and walked to the elevator. Downstairs she went.

Another deep breath at the door to Tony's Uptown Club, and she walked in. Was it her imagination or did conversations stop with her entrance? For sure, all eyes were on her. She felt a moment of panic and was on the verge of heading back to the safety of her room when she saw an empty stool at the bar. She sat down, and ordered a Martini -- stirred, not shaken, and three to one. 

A glance around satisfied Sherry that she had made a splash. Guys, mostly younger than she, were looking and whispering. Ere long a virtual parade started. One after the other asked her to dance, or offered to buy her a drink. Each had a witty comment: "Hey, I know there's a God. He sent me an angel." "Make me the happiest man in the world by dancing with me." "I like mature women, they can teach me so much." 

Nothing worked for the young men. She politely got rid each in turn. Then "HE" came in, a big man, not a callow youth. He was good fifteen years Sherry's senior. At six feet tall and trim, he exuded authority, as befits a man expecting to get his own way. Best of all, he was as bald as Yul Brynner. Sherry considered Yul to be the epitome of strength and authority. The fact that he didn't deign to wear a wig proved he was self confident. If things worked out, the new dress would prove to worth the cost! 

She sipped her second drink, and was feeling the results. Ron had always told her she was several degrees hotter after a two or three Martinis. She picked up her drink in her left hand, the wedding ring sparkling in the flashing lights from the dance floor, and looked over the rim at the handsome, buff man. He was looking, and obviously liking what he saw. Mr. Clean blew an air kiss at her. 

She wanted to keep the flirtation going, but didn't want it to turn serious and scare the guy off by being too serious. Sherry sat the glass down and made a face at him. 

Her third Martini arrived shortly. "The gentleman in the black sweater asked me to give this to you," said the bartender. Sherry answered, "Tell him I said thank you very, very much" 

Soon he was standing by her. His opening remark wowed her. "Hello," he said. 

Well, that was different than "God sent me an angel." She kept it light with a broad grin and, "Hello Yul Brenner. Thanks for the drink. I'm Sherry visiting town from San Diego." 

"I'm Harvey, in town on business from Moline, Illinois. Looks as if we're both far from home. May I sit down" 

"Please, Harvey," She answered. Then, "Which annoys you more, the jokes about being Harvey, the imaginary rabbit, or comments about the green and yellow tractors built in your home town?" 

The conversation was witty, topical, and a bit glib. The bon mots continued. Each was feeling the other out as in a fencing match. Both felt the game was afoot and knew what was at stake. On the next round Sherry had a ginger ale. This was exciting and she wanted to enjoy it with a clear mind, not one dulled by too much gin. \

A sip of the drink, and she put her hand on his and asked, "Surely you're going to ask a lonely lady to dance?"

He grasped her hand, held it firmly, and replied, "This is a dirty dance, wanta get dirty?"

"I'm not sure I know how, or if there are rules, but we are close to Harlem where this originated, let's see how it goes."

She remembered some of the moves by Jennifer Grey in the movie which made the genre famous. Led by Harvey she let herself go. That included her inhibitions. Much of the dancing was done by their standing side by side or apart from each other looking passionate, moving their feet in unison, and twisting and gyrating their hips. It was sexy just as it was intended to be. 

Then she ended up in his arms. He turned her around so both were facing the same way. She moved back tight against him and she clearly felt his erection pressing against her bare derrière. She was sure it was deliberate and conveyed a message. Sherry acknowledged the message by deliberately rubbing against his hard-on. 

The dancing was frenzied and hot. He would throw her out in a pirouette. She thought to herself "I can't believe I'm doing this." Then she kept on doing it, and reveled in it. This was extremely erotic to the point of being evil. 

And it got more so when the fast music stopped and the band made a segue into a sentimental old song. Now they were dancing closer, but slower. She pressed her titties hard against Harvey's chest. He looked down and gave her an encouraging smile, not that by now she needed any encouragement. Their faces were now inches apart. She pulled him closer and brushed their lips together, then she backed off and stared into his eyes. He moved back in and the kiss continued, Hot and passionate She signaled her approval, perhaps a plea for even more, by staying in very tight. 

His hand had wandered down to her ass. He fondled it and felt bare skin through a sleek silk dress. She pressed against him, then realized she was almost humping him as a dog does his master's leg. She backed off a bit, but there was no doubt in either's mind where all this was going. 

Another hot Frenchie and Harvey said, "we could dance closer if we were both naked."

That was it. Sherry now had no doubts. She would do it! "I have a room right next door in the Marriett."

"The Marriett? They have two religious books in each room. Perhaps, tomorrow morning, we can read one and repent whatever we're about to do." 

By now she was too hot to giggle. Hand in hand, they walked next door and into the elevator.

Her magazine didn't skimp on expenses. It provided a room on the fourteenth floor and with a magnificent view of Manhattan, not that either was interested in sightseeing. Jody wondered if what was the protocol for adultery? She need not worry, her partner seemed to have it down pat. Once inside, he took her in her arms again. And again she moved in tight. The kissing, fondling was even hotter than before. This time he didn't merely fondle her ass on the outside of a dress. He reached inside the slit skirt and felt it on bare skin. 

She groped his crotch, feeling his erection. She was about to unzip him when he pulled back and said, "Undress for me Sherry. I want to see you naked." 

This was new! "I'm not sure I can Harvey. Somehow it doesn't seem right."

"It isn't right. It's adultery Sherry. We are going to finish off one of the most exciting evenings either of us have ever had. You want that don't you?" 

Sherry merely nodded her head. Then she reached behind her neck and unfastened the zipper. Her dress fell to her waist. Her tits were erect and pointing at her lover. 

Her lover unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off. No undershirt, his torso was bare. And hard! His abs were those of a man who kept himself in shape. 

Sherry stepped out of her dress, then her heels. Now little was left except her hose 

Harvey rid himself of his shoes. Then he unfastened his belt and dropped his pants and shorts. Sherry started at his nakedness. Except for her husband, she'd never made a deliberate effort to look at man's cock before, and was a little surprised it wasn't a foot long, as were those she'd read about. She was somewhat relieved it was hard. What if it hadn't been? 

He held it gently in his hand and said, "I'm looking at the most beautiful woman I ever saw Sherry. I wish you'd do something special for me."

She asked, "You want me to suck it?"

"Perhaps later but I want you to touch yourself." 

She placed her left hand on her titty. He nodded. Her right hand went to her crotch. He nodded more vigorously. 

Then she put on a show for him by pinching her nipple and caressing her breast. Her other hand was on her clit, moving slowly. As she looked at her lover she started moving her hips to the rhythm of her finger. Her eyes glazed over. She started making the noises of sex. 

First, a whisper. Then a low moan. Then faster. And faster yet. 

Then, "Oh god I'm going to cum." She fall back on the bed, on her back, legs apart. 

"Do it. Oh God do it to me, Harvey," She was pleading.

He was on top of her. She felt his appendage pressing against her. She raised her ass and guided it in. There was no waiting, no more preliminaries. She said, "All the way, then hold it tight darling.:"

She was in the midst of an orgasm by the time they were fully joined, their bodies tight together. They lay tight together for a moment, then she pressed down against his cock, making it rub against her passionate spot. A little wiggle, then another and she lost it. She backed away then in tight again. "Do it! Do it! Oh goddamnit fuck me. Harvey fuck me hard." It was the first time she used the word "fuck" all evening, at least the first time she said it out loud.

Now she felt his hard body crushing her tits, all while he was pounding her mercilessly. 

But she wasn't looking for mercy. She was getting exactly what she wanted, And she responded by holding him tight in the clasp of her legs, all while meeting each stroke and crying for more. 

Sherry didn't know how many orgasms she had. She was aware it was one after the other, each stronger than before. 

It didn't last long. Harvey said, "I'm going to cum." His announcement was answered, "Yes, yes, yes. Oh god yes. do it." A few short strokes were followed by three long ones, each ending in an ejaculation. 

Then their bodies still tight and with two hearts were beating as one they lay still for a minute or so. Finally, "Jesus," said Sherry. "Yeah, Jesus" answered her partner.

They lay, in each other's arms. She felt him go soft, then their juices ran down the crack of her ass. It was a warm, cozy end to an exciting experience. Sherry looked up at him and smiled. Then she gave him a sweet kiss and asked, "Aren't you supposed to fall asleep now?"

"I think so but I'm still feeling a glow from the hottest sex I ever had. How about you? How would you rate this old man"

Sherry, smiled and gave him another kiss. She said, "I'm not going to make comparisons. I made that promise to myself before this happened, but you surely don't think I was faking it."

Harvey looked down at his lover. "Of course not. Let's say it was just fantastic, But how about now, do you feel guilt."

"I worried about that too, lover, but no. I wasn't sure I'd actually do it. But, I'm right on the edge of forty, you know. I wanted to see if I still had it. Would men make the effort to score with a married woman The experience with you in Tony's was just like a fantastic foreplay. I was on the verge of an orgasm when our bodies were touching on the dance floor. Then, that masturbation experience just now was beyond description. My God! You gave me an orgasm. I'm still tingling. To have guilt would mean I am putting down one of the most exciting experiences of my life."

She felt his penis stirring, and moved against itl. 

Harvey said, "Let's try it again my beautiful nymph. You have anything special you want to try, maybe something a little kinky?." 

"Something special? Rather kinky? There is something I read about in an online magazine dedicated to erotica. I found myself turned on by reading about it."

   " The intrigue frank talk about "special and kinky" did it. Harvey responded, "Let's try it,"

"I have to get dressed, sort of." Sherry gave her lover a smile, walked over to the dresser, selected a pair of sheer, black. flowered panties. Then she got that day's edition of the New York Times, rolled it up and handed it to Harvey. She then fell to her hands and knees on the bed in front of the mirror. 

"I neither expect nor desire any mercy sweetheart." 

She could see Harvey approach, his penis now erect and pointing at her ass.

He commenced with a full swing. She heard the first blow "WHACK" God he made it sting. Sherry saw her tits bounce when he connected. Again and again the blows came. She was crying but she was also feeling an arousal beyond belief. Soon Sherry was writhing in both pain and passion. She winced at each blow but waited eagerly for the next. Her hair fell over her face. She now looked like a wild woman. 

Her ass was still in the air like a beacon. Sherry reached back and rubbed herself her sheer panties. Soon the crotch was wet from her moisture. 

"You okay darlin." Harvey asked. 

"Yes, yes, yes, oh god yes. Don't stop."

He didn't, nor did she slow down. This was indeed neurotic, but like a wild sleigh ride how to get off? 

She continued rubbing now pushing the nylon crotch into her vagina. She was fast approaching another huge climax. The problem of how to finish solved itself, or, rather, Harvey solved it. She looked in the mirror and watched as he pulled her panties down and moved inside her. She was fascinated by watching him slide inside her wet vagina. Again he shoved it in her hard, but by the time it hit bottom, she was in the midst of another wild, and very loud, climax. 

And it kept up as he continued to slam it to her hard. One stroke was followed by the next. Sherry realized she had never reached this level of passion in her life. She also realized it wasn't something she could tell anybody. And of course it wasn't an experience she could share with the person she was connected to so intimately, her husband. 

But it was happening. She felt every inch of his hard cock moving across her erogenous zone. And she was lifted out of mortal life into some other world time and time again. The action was punctuated by the end of the bed slamming into the wall. It was pure bliss, but was it going to go on forever? 

Finally it started to end. One giant stroke and they both collapsed on the bed, she on the bottom with her ass still in the air. Again he pushed deep inside her and gave it a few rapid strokes, and it happened. 

He shouted "Oh my god!" and let it fly. 

And an anticlimax. From the next room someone shouted, "Was it good for you dear?" 

The spell was broken. Both laughed. Sherry giggled "We are good lovers, huh? Do you do that every time?"

Harvey replied, "No. Two willing people just came together at the right time. We might have hoped for something this exotic, but such magic can't be planned. it just happened. Now back to our real lives.; "What if your husband notices something different about you when you get home, you going to fess up?"

That was a question Sherry had asked herself. "I honestly don't know," she answered. "He has hinted at our doing some swinging or, at least inviting another man, so I don't know."

Harvey had not hitherto admitted he had a wife, but he too felt in a mood for confessing. "Mona and I both agreed we would have affairs, and we have. Sometimes we would go off on our own as we did tonight. Other times it's a threesome. I get off watching, and she loves it when I share the event by eating the creme pie. 




Adultery, the First Time



She loves to be watched, and I get off on watching. 

Sherry brought it back to the present with a bit of caution. "We don't dare ever see each other again, you know. I do not want to risk what I have permanently for another evening passion which may not even work again. On the other hand I hope you do think of me now and then."

"I always will. I promise. And remembering your cries of passion will last with me always."

Sherry was almost back to normal. "Let's take care of that when the time comes. Please stay the night. If I wake up I want to feel you beside me. 

They both fell asleep. He was still sleeping when she awoke an hour after dawn. Both were naked. She snuggled close, touched him, then ran her fingers down his body. When she got to his penis she held it gently. It stirred. She wondered if a man nearing sixty could get off three times within a few hours. 

She moved to her hands and knees, bent over and licked the head of his now semi-turgid member. It straightened up. She moved her lips over it, tasting their juices left over from the evenings wild threshing. She had given her first blow job only a few months earlier. Her husband told her she could not do it if she tried to me modest or if she was squeamish. She continued moving on Harvey trying to figure whether the intriguing taste came from him or herself. 

But she continued, moving faster and making her mouth tighter. Then she felt his hands on her head. He started moving with her, pushing it deeper and deeper into her mouth. This time he started making the noises of sex. She was sure she could back off when he ejaculated,. and wondered if she should. 

"Oh my god, you're the most beautiful sight I ever saw," he said as his hips began to thrust. Both moved faster and faster. Sherry noticed that he didn't hold her head as he thrusted. He clearly was giving her an out. She didn't want one. 

She looked at Harvey out of the corner of one eye, even gave the hint of a smile around his thrusting cock. His noises increased as he have a big lunge burying it in her throat. An as she grabbed his balls,. he ejaculated! 

She didn't back off. It was over and she had one more decision. She managed another smile as she swallowed. It was a complete fellatio. 

When he grew soft she kissed it goodbye and moved back alongside him and into his arms. 

"Do you want me to do something equally exciting for you, Sherry?" 

"No I'll be home tomorrow and want to celebrate my homecoming with another passionate affair with another passionate lover."

She was dozing off when she felt Harvey give her another hug. Then a whisper, "I'll always remember you Sherry."

When she woke up he was gone.



Adultery with the Sister-in-Law



"Hi Sarah, how did the meeting go. He what? You have got to be joking. What about the rate? No! Oh my God! Forward me to his line, please." Janet paced in fury as the phone connected. "Cliff! What happened in that meeting? Fine? You call those terms 'fine?' What did I tell you yesterday? No -- what did I tell you yesterday? I spelled this all out for you, Cliff. I told you to accept nothing but the original agreement! Cliff, they always try this crap! They always have an emergency in shipping or a dead relative in Idaho or a flood or something! I told you not to take any of their bullshit! What? You want to make this my fault? What do I pay you for Cliff?"

As this tirade raged, I sat across the dining room table from Janet, quietly eating my oatmeal and flipping through the morning paper. I wondered if Cliff would feel any less fucked if he could see her at that point, wrapped in her thin silk robe with severe bed-hair and her giant yellow Tweety Bird slippers on her feet. My sister didn't look especially intimidating to me but I knew this Cliff guy must have been shitting himself.

"This was idiot simple, Cliff! I told you exactly what to do and exactly what to look for and you failed. How can you not see this as a failure? They screwed us, Cliff! You signed off on a deal that lets them out of their contract! I don't want to hear it! You folded at the first sign of pressure. You folded! Cliff? Cliff!" The phone fell from her ear and she fixed me with an incredulous look. "He hung up on me. That dumb fuck hung up on me!"

"Kinda fucked up, didn't he?"

"You better believe it." She punched a few numbers into the phone, still pacing. A few moments later she spoke. "Carl. I need termination paperwork on Cliff Harding. Hell yes I've got reason." 

As she paced and barked Cliff's professional demise into the phone, her robe had begun to loosen a bit. Glimpses of her well tanned skin flashed every time she reached the right side of her pacing track, and on the last few passes I had been able to see a flash of her nipple in the shadow cast by the morning sun. This had been happening quite a bit recently; flashes of skin, robes hanging dangerously wide open, 'accidental' glimpses of her in a state of undress, bathroom doors left ajar. When she finished, she sat down across from me, dropping the phone on the table.

"That guy is a class 'A' fuck-up and I'm tired of it. He is outta there." She picked up a spoonful of her thoroughly soggy corn flakes and let it fall back into the bowl with a distasteful look on her long features.

"You are so hot when you are angry. I bet Cliff fucked up just to fantasize about you." We had been flirting long before I married her sister 3 years ago, but since I had taken up temporary residence in her place a new facet of the relationship seemed to be growing. "I bet he's got a giant hard on right now, eyes mashed shut and whacking off like a hyperactive monkey, dreaming of you screaming at him, naked except for the Tweety slippers. Hot stuff..."

"You're not right." She pushed the bowl away and turned to her left, crossing her legs to the side of the table and 'accidentally' offering me the view into her gaping bathrobe. She picked up part of the paper and started acting like she was reading it, but I watched her eyes and I could tell. She was checking to see if I was looking at her intentional exposure. I was having a hard time not looking but I had to be sure of what I suspected. She made it obvious enough, though. I decided to let her catch me and I let my eyes linger on her left breast, my mind buzzing with excitement and fear. I finished my oatmeal and pushed away the bowl.

"I wanted to thank you again for putting me up while I look for a job in Atlanta. It's been tough with Karen down there these last 3 months and it really helps to not have the expense of an apartment since we sold the house."

"Don't worry about it. You put me up between my apartment and my house, remember? I owed you." I remembered, all right. I remembered watching the sisters sunbathing on my back deck in the summer, a buffet of inviting flesh before my hungry eyes. My wife apparently inherited her mother's stature, short and curvy, while Janet more resembled her father's physiology, tall and slender. Janet had always been fairly cavalier about her body. She didn't mind who saw her half-naked and it was nothing to do yard work in shorts (and she liked SHORT shorts) and a bikini top. She was hot and she liked to prove it. Still, these slips were more than usual and they had been happening more and more over the last few weeks since I moved in.

"I didn't realize you were taking the day off. Shame you don't get to fire that jerk in person. He'd probably jizz his boxers right there in front of you."

"Shut up. I just decided last night. I've got a couple of meetings but I can handle that over the phone. What time is your phone interview?"

"2:00. Do we have a conflict on the phone?"

"Nope. I remembered your interview correctly so there is no conflict." She dropped the paper on the desk and rose, and then leaned over the table to pick up my empty bowl. The view thus offered was just short of scandalous. She made sure I saw, and for an instant our eyes met with the full knowledge of what had just transpired. Then she rose and went into the kitchen.

"Who gets the shower first?" I called after her. I was thinking that perhaps mine needed to be a cold one.

"I'll take it. You always take too long." True enough. I love a long, hot shower. Almost as much as I love a long, hot blonde. I tried to shake that thought from my head as I returned my attention to the sports section. 

It didn't work.

I knew she was turning up the heat to see what I would do, and I wasn't sure what I would do. I love my wife but sometimes the baser urges can be awfully strong. I found myself headed for the guest room, knowing full well I was just giving her an excuse to have another "accident." I could have resisted that urge. I think.

As I reached the hallway to the guest room I cast a quick glance down to Janet's room, and sure enough she had planned something special for me. She was just taking off her bathrobe in her room with the door wide open. She had her back to me but I'm sure she could feel my eyes roaming her long back, slender legs and heart-shaped ass. As I forced myself to turn away and go into my room the image of that ass stayed with me, like the after-image burned on your eyes after seeing a bright light.

I propped myself up on the bed, thankfully with no view down the hall, and turned on the TV. The obnoxious morning news crew did their best to overwhelm my senses and I tried to pay attention, but as the water in the shower started all I could think about was Janet. I could almost see her long, naked body under the shower head, rivulets of hot water running down her flesh, dripping off her nipples, running down between her legs... Maybe I should skip the shower and just throw on some clothes. I could go to the store. We need milk, a case of beer, um...maybe something else.

Somewhere between the shopping list, Good Morning America and trying to ignore the twitch in my boxers, the shower ended. I found it a bit easier to concentrate on the TV then, and in a few minutes my personal crisis had passed. Or so I thought.

"Hey?" Janet's voice came from the hall.

"Yo."

"Close your eyes."

"Are you bringing me a surprise?"

"Maybe."

"Should I hold out my hands or open my mouth?" I can claim little innocence.

"I need to get something from the closet and I'm not decent." I could guarantee that. Her closet was here in the guest room due to the small closets in her house, and more often recently she seemed to "forget" to get her clothes out before her shower. This was the first time for the "close your eyes" line, though.

"No promises," I called, but I closed my eyes anyway. A few moments later I heard her bare feet pad quietly across the hardwood floors and into the room. She opened the closet door on the other side of the room, and that's when I looked.

Sure enough, she wasn't decent. She wore a red thong but nothing else. The curve of her leg was accentuated as she reached up to the top shelf for something, but my eyes were on her body and not the object of her fishing expedition. I wondered briefly if she even needed whatever it was she was looking for. I could see her breast clearly beneath her outstretched arm, jiggling slightly as she moved boxes around. 

She found what she wanted, took it down and then turned, holding the folded shirt over her front. Our eyes met across the room. Hers was a blank slate, a perfect poker face. I did the same for a moment, and then flicked a glance at the garment covering her riches. She hesitated, but only a little, before she dropped her hand and stood there almost naked before me. I let my eyes wander across her body. I lingered on her long legs, flat tummy and perky little tits until I had seen enough to haunt my dreams for weeks, then met her gaze again. She was blushing and I could see her pulse in her long neck.

"Got what you need?" I asked. The blush deepened and she finally lost her nerve. She retreated from the room quickly, leaving me with another view of her fabulous ass.

I took a deep breath and let it out. Damn! This game of guilt was tough on the nerves. I knew what she was doing. She was trying to put the decision in my hands, as if to lessen her own sense of guilt. Not that it would matter. It wouldn't make a bit of difference. I shook the thought out of my head, or at least nearer the back, and went to take my shower. Definitely a cold shower.

I suppose I should have changed in the bathroom, but for some reason I found myself walking down the hallway completely nude, save for my bathroom kit in one hand and a pair of clean boxers in the other. Not that it would matter. Janet, sitting on the edge of her bed and still topless, looked at me as I took the few steps down the hall to the bathroom between us. I resisted the urge to keep moving forward. Barely.

I forged through my morning routine as quickly as possible, and then hopped in the shower. The shock of the cold water made me wince but didn't wash her out of my head. If anything it made it worse as the cold water seemed to have awakened my twitching member. He was talking more loudly now that he had been released, and he spoke with great eloquence and passion. I considered rubbing one out to release the tension, but before I could decide on a course of action the door opened.

Through the plastic shower curtain I could see her form as she approached the shower. She stood on the other side of the flimsy barrier and waited, perhaps in as much turmoil as me. Or perhaps a bit less, based on her repeated forwardness. Regardless, she jumped out of her skin when I whipped the curtain aside and faced her from 2 feet away.

"Forget something?" She was visibly shaking. Her eyes flickered between my face and my cock which was slightly swollen in anticipation. Water spattered out of the shower and onto her legs but she didn't move.

"I, uh...can you hand me the lotion?" Honey, I thought, that's not what you want in your hand right now. I lifted the large bottle from the hanger and held it out to her, but barely away from my body. She would have to make a decision. Her hand made an initial move for the lotion, but as she saw me hold it just inches from my dick she paused. Two can play that game, sister. Her poker face was in ruins and I watched the emotions play across her pretty features. She raised her hand and reached out.

It closed around the bottle. She ripped it out of my hand and raced out of the room. I released a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Wow. That had been close. I finished up my shower, all pretenses at thinking of something else put aside. My mind replayed every moment of the encounter over and over, paying special attention to her lovely nude body, displayed just for me. I hoped she would realize how dangerous this game was and would let it drop. I had been strong and not made the move she was trying to force, but she had also been strong enough to resist an obvious invitation. Oh, but how I wanted to be wrong.

I should have pulled on my boxers, but I left them off and left the bathroom. I knew I shouldn't even look to my left, but of course that's the first thing I did. She hadn't learned her lesson any better than I. She sat on the edge of the bed, facing me. The thong was gone and I could see her trim little patch at the base of her flat belly. She still wanted to play chicken.

I turned to face her. She stood and faced me. We stood like naked gunfighters, daring the other to make a move, searching each other's eyes for a sign. Her signs were easy enough to read, and through my shame and excitement I knew mine were as well.

"Do you really think it makes a difference which one of us moves first? Will your guilt be any less if I walk over there, or any more if you walk over here?" Her shoulders slumped a bit and a look of shame crept across her pretty face. Her shoulders rose and fell very slightly in a helpless shrug. And there she stood; vulnerable, beautiful, naked, and mine for the taking, with only the invisible barriers of decency and fidelity to stop me. My wedding band had never felt so heavy on my finger, but she wanted to be taken, and I so badly wanted to take her.

I'd like to say that I turned away and walked back to the guest room. I'd like to say I got dressed and left the house. I'd like to say I was faithful to my wife. But I can't say those things.

In 5 quick steps I was inches away from her. She recoiled from my advance, catching her ragged breath as the adrenaline and lust flowed through her. I pushed her down on the bed behind her and fell immediately on top of her, our mouths finding each other in the melee. It was like a fight, out tongues racing each other across our lips and teeth, pushing deeply into our mouths and dueling back and forth. My cock quickly found its target and I entered her roughly, drawing a gasp from her thin lips.

"Is that what you want?" I threw a dozen hard thrusts into her depths, each drawing a grunt from deep within her. "Is this the cock you need so bad?" Another series of deep thrusts followed and her grunts started to turn into a long, rolling moan. 

I pushed myself up and grabbed her ankles, spreading her legs wide as I got into position for more vigorous action. I held her legs up a bit, lifting her ass just enough to meet my cock at the right angle, and started fucking her hard. My balls slapped against her ass with each thrust and her arms went to the headboard to keep me from driving her into the next room. Her tits bounced wildly as I fucked her, my own lust and adrenaline flowing freely through my body.

I was damned, guilty and evil. I was fucking my wife's little sister and there was no taking it back. I was angry and I let that anger fuel my hips as I drove into her like a machine. I was angry at her for enticing me over and over, parading her naked body in front of me and daring me to this adultery, but mostly I was angry at myself for being so weak that I couldn't resister her feminine wiles. It was all my fault, all her fault, God Damn it this was wrong! 

I bared my teeth and fucked her even harder but I couldn't get as deep as I wanted, as hard as I wanted. I needed to punish that slut, that incestuous bitch who had made me such a bastard and a failure.

I pulled out and let her drop on the bed, vaguely noticing that she could barely breathe. I pushed her legs over to the side and picked her up by the hips, flipping her over so I could come at her from behind. I jammed my cock back inside her before she was steady and she fell forward with me on her back. As I pressed her into the bed, my cock buried in her wet pussy, I worked a hand underneath her to rub at her clit. My face was at her ear and I let her know how I felt.

"You just had to push me, didn't you? You just had to shake your tits in my face one more time! Here's what you get for all your trouble." I started to grind into her from behind while my fingers worked her clit. Most of my weight must have been on her G-spot at that point and she was writhing in ecstasy underneath me, screaming her lust into the muffling bedcovers.

"Take that cock, bitch! Take it deep and you fucking love it!" I shouted, letting my anger flow over me. Still, I couldn't get at her the way I wanted, couldn't fulfill the need to really nail this bitch the way she deserved. I pulled my hand out from under her and pushed up, holding her at the waist. I threw my weight down on her over and over, trying to punish her the way I couldn't punish myself.

That's when she came. She pushed her face up from the covers and shouted this high pitched barking moan, some primal noise she'd never be able to repeat without a cock buried inside her. Spit flew from her mouth as she tried to form words around all that explosive exhalation.

"Fuh...Fuck! Fuck me! Fuck me! Ungh! Uh...Uh...Uh... Oh, fuuuuck!" Half shriek, half growl, she wailed out the end of her shattering orgasm while I continued to pound away. She descended back into noises and grunts, maybe thinking it was over. I had no such intention.

I got off her ass, my wet cock slithering out of her belly. I moved back and got her up on her knees like I had planned earlier. She was weak and disoriented but I put her where I wanted her, ass in the air and squarely on her knees. I worked my snake back into its den and finally I had the control I wanted.

I was brutal, slamming my cock into that girl like an animal. My fingers dug trenches in her soft hips, my teeth clenched and gnashed, my balls slapped into her clit, and my prick went as far as it ever could into her body. I might have said something, I might have sounded just like she did a few moments before, but I'll never know for sure. If I was going to be an animal, a villain, a cheater, then I might as well get it all out at once.

I don't know how long that went on. It was probably only a few minutes until I felt the first stirrings of my orgasm start to burn through my wild lust. I had just enough sense to remember that she was on the pill so I knew I could dump this load as deep as I liked. I'm not sure I had the capacity to pull out then anyway.

"Here you fucking go!" I shouted, semen blasting out the end of my cock and into her deep, dark pussy. Again and again my seed flowed into her, basting her insides and mingling with her dripping wetness, making her pussy sloppy and slick. My body tensed as the last few contractions held me, each one longer than the last and each one leeching me of more energy. I held the final thrust deep inside her, twitching and rigid, until at last it let go of me and I crumpled to the bed beside her, my lungs working overtime to haul in oxygen.

We lay there exhausted, guilty and sated, gasping. After a while she rolled over and snuggled up next to me. A wave of self-revulsion flowed over me, as now I was sharing a tender moment with her in addition to the wild, violent adultery from a few minutes earlier. But that revulsion was unfair. We were both to blame and we had no excuses anymore. I held her tight and tried to relax. In a few minutes we were both asleep.

Over the next few hours she missed two of her phone conferences due to my cock being inside her in one way or another. I did make my interview call but a lack of preparation and a bit of distraction as Janet swallowed my cock all the way down her throat conspired to make it a disaster. Just as well, it was obvious from the start that it wasn't the job for me. She even made me come, a deep, shuddering orgasm that sprayed my spunk all down her throat, while I was on that call. I barely hid the fact and I'm sure they thought something was very wrong with me. I didn't care.




Adultery with the Sister-in-Law



When Cliff called to beg for his job over the answering machine, my cock was splitting her tight ass and pushing sounds out of her I can't begin to describe. She kept demanding that I fuck her ass harder, perhaps punishing herself for her crimes. I gave her everything she asked for. 

I fucked her angry, I fucked her gently; I fucked her like a man on his way to the gallows. I squeezed every ounce of pleasure out of her long, lean body, and she kept begging me for more. I think she felt the same way, exhilarated, lustful, and deeply guilty. There is a certain freedom in being damned -- it can't get any worse, so why hold back? We didn't.