0 comments/ 56944 views/ 1 favorites Relishing Tanya Ch. 1 By: charlie_goodman "Hey, dinner was terrific! You're a wonderful cook, Tanya." He pushed his chair back slightly from the table and it squeaked on the slick, marble floor. It had been a wonderful meal, and all the more so because he had spent it gazing dreamily at the beauty seated across from him. Tanya smiled brightly at his compliment and her cheeks flushed. He felt her bare toe touch his calf and begin sensuously stroking his leg. Her dark eyes danced as he returned her smile. "Yeah, it wasn't too bad tonight, babe," added Bob. "You're getting better. Naturally, she'll never be the cook my mother was. Alan, have I ever told you about my mother?" "A few times, yes," Alan offered. Bob nodded without hearing. "Now that woman could cook, Al. She was first generation Italian, of course. Those people start teaching their kids to cook before they can even walk! But it doesn't matter." He reached over and patted Tanya's forearm, smiling broadly. "I didn't marry Tanya here for her skills in the kitchen, if you know what I mean!" Bob let loose with a loud laugh at his joke. Tanya's face turned crimson and her mouth tightened as she watched her husband laugh, but Alan wasn't noticing. He never did. The man lived his life absorbed in himself. He was chief legal counsel for his company, a powerful man used to saying whatever he pleased, whenever he wanted. He was a man used to throwing his weight around and commanding respectful silence from those who served him. He didn't notice her embarrassment, and if he had, he wouldn't have cared. "Dessert, Mom!" exclaimed Gracie. "Time for dessert, Mom!" Hallie joined in. "Girls, it's already past your bedtime. You can each have a cookie and then I want you to change into your PJ's and get yourselves off to bed." The tone of her voice brooked no disagreement, and the girls moaned in quiet disappointment as they got down from the table and followed their mother's instructions. "Before you go to bed, give your Uncle Alan a big hug and kiss goodnight," she exclaimed. They cheered and rushed him, leaping onto his lap. He swept each child up into his arms, kissing and hugging them until they giggled with delight, then sent them off to bed. Tanya and Bob had been his neighbors for almost seven years. Alan and his wife, Maria, were childless and had adopted the family across the street as a substitute for their own. Early on they'd discovered their mutual and fierce love of games. They'd gradually established a ritual, meeting in one home or the other two or three nights a week for bridge or poker, Monopoly or Risk, anything that gave them a chance for ruthless competition over a table flowing with laughter and conversation, good food and drink. They'd all soon become the best of friends, sharing outings and vacations, movies and dinners. Tanya was an exceptionally beautiful woman who carried a simmering sensuality wherever she went. On their first meeting, Alan had taken her hand and seen in her eyes something wild, something hot, something wanting to be aroused and possessed. She'd held his gaze, her dark eyes sparkling and teasing him, her warm fingers imprisoning his hand. His gaze had dropped to her full chest, where her nipples and the outline of a low-cut bra were plainly visible through her white, silk blouse. She was heavenly. In the following years, they'd both flirted shamelessly, but nothing had ever come of it. They'd confided in each other and shared their marital ups and downs. But their mutual commitment to their marriage partners was unstated and understood. They were merely good friends -- nothing more. Slowly but surely, that had changed. Bob had been promoted to chief legal counsel, a position that had required him to travel more. Always an arrogant man, he'd grown more insufferable as he'd risen in the company hierarchy and the numbers of fawning servants employed to carry out his instructions had grown. He started working longer hours. He neglected family commitments. Before long, he began neglecting the woman he had once loved with so much passion. Tanya was hurting, and it had been Alan who had come to her rescue. At Alan's suggestion, Tanya began phoning him at the office for advice and consolation. Her recounting of their latest fights always brought her to tears. Alan tried to console her, but his best efforts weren't enough. She was lonely. She wondered aloud if Bob had found someone else, but she couldn't bring herself to confront him. She wondered if she was still pretty, still desirable, still the woman Bob had fallen in love with. She was all of that and more. Bob had a mistress, all right, but not one with whom Tanya could easily compete. Power had become his lover, and he found her beauty intoxicating. And then came the unexpected blow to the head: Maria had ditched him with no intention of returning. She'd left him for a woman she had met on-line! He was crushed, destroyed, until Tanya had stepped in and helped him pick up the pieces. After that, neither of them had seemed interested in maintaining a polite distance. Within days, they'd tumbled into each other's arms enthusiastically. She'd turned out to be every bit the tigress that he'd imagined her to be. Bob, he now knew for certain, was an idiot. "Could you help me with the dishes, Alan?" Tanya asked. They rose from the table together and began clearing away the dishes while Bob retreated to his home office to make some telephone calls. As Alan stacked dishes on the counter, Tanya began running water in the sink. Bob's voice drifted into the dining room from his office, where he was having a heated conversation with someone about a legal issue of some sort. After his third trip to the dining room, Alan deposited the last load of dishes in the kitchen and came up behind Tanya, pressing his pelvis into her perfect, round ass, encircling her with his arms and squeezing her tightly. He nuzzled and kissed her neck, filling his lungs with the sweet scent of Shalimar, her favorite perfume. She moved her hands to the counter to brace herself and let him enjoy himself. She loved the feeling of his body against her own, and she was already wanting him, badly. He lifted his hands to her chest and encircled her breasts, quickly finding her delighted nipples, tweaking them through the fabric of her clothing. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes, drawing in a breath at the exquisite feel of his fingers on her body. "Oh, lover," she whispered. "Just sitting across from you tonight, you somehow made me soaking wet! I want you so badly right now, I'd risk doing it right here on the floor if I wasn't afraid someone might discover us in the act." "Do you think we could climb into the dishwasher for a quickie?" he suggested. She laughed huskily. "Might be a little uncomfortable, but keep that thought." She turned in his arms, and her eyes were pleading. "Sometimes, I can't stand it here. Bob is driving me crazy, Alan. You keep me from going insane." She reached up and gave him a quick kiss. "Shoo. Better get out of here before someone comes in." He let his hands trail down to her ass, gave her a squeeze, then walked out into the dining room, to the living room, where he settled into the leather couch. He picked up a magazine off of the coffee table and began browsing, just as Bob walked out of his office. "Have a drink?" "Thanks, Bob." His host poured him a glass of Scotch and they drank together. Alan nursed his. Bob downed his first drink quickly and poured another. They made small-talk until Tanya joined them in a round of drinks. Alan sipped at his, finally disposing of it in a vase at his right arm. Tanya excused herself from the group, then returned to fix everyone another round. Bob was in a fine mood and regaled them with stories and jokes. He was a heavy drinker and could usually hold his liquor, but before very long he was looking wasted. Tanya went to check on the kids, and by the time she returned, Bob had nodded off on the love seat. "Come on, Tiger. Let's get you to bed," she announced loudly. He didn't stir. "Help me out here, Bob," she said, and the two of them rose and went to where her husband was sitting, breathing heavily, looking like he would be out for the count. Tanya moved to one arm to lift him, and Alan went to the other side. Bob mumbled incomprehensibly, but cooperated just enough that they were able to guide his staggering form back down the hall to the master bedroom. Together, they removed his shoes and clothes down to his underwear, then pulled the covers over him and left him snoring on one side of the huge king-size bed. They left the room and closed the door behind them. "Wow. I've never seen him go down like that before," Alan remarked in amazement. "He really went out like a light, didn't he?" she replied. "You don't suppose it had anything to do with the Valium I put in his drink, do you?" She gave him a coquettish smile. "What?! Good grief, Tanya, you could kill him!" "Bob has the constitution of a horse. He'll be fine." Alan wasn't so certain, and he looked back at the bedroom door, worried. She put her hand on his face and turned him towards her. "Don't worry about him, lover. He'll sleep it off and wake up in the morning with a hangover, that's all. And while he's in there dreaming of legal victories, you and I are going to try to set the indoor record for the most orgasms in a single night. Would you like to fuck me tonight? Hmmmmm?" She walked ahead of him and entered Bob's office. In the center of the room was his huge, walnut desk. She went behind the desk and hopped up on it, then leaned back until her head dangled off the doorway side. She beamed at him, upside down, her tawny hair hanging just above the floor. "Eat me, lover. Turn me on, make me crazy, make my juices flow down over the crack of my ass so they leave a cute little ass-print right in the middle of Bob's desk. In the morning, I'll point it out to him and tell him that he ravished me just like the stud he thinks he is." Alan was aghast. And his cock was throbbing like a jack hammer. "Come here, lover," she whispered. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, then moved to the front of the massive desk. She spread her legs as he stood between them, then he ran his hungry hands up her tummy, to her chest, to her breasts, where he squeezed the round globes of flesh, massaging them, playing his thumbs over her hard nipples, filling his hands with her firm breasts. He touched her neck and stroked the warm skin under her chin, letting his sensitive fingers drift down her throat. He leaned over her and pressed his open mouth to her breasts, wetting the thin silk of her blouse. Her chest was already rising and falling irregularly as he deftly unbuttoned her down to her navel and pulled the fabric out of the waistband of her skirt. His fingers slid along the taut skin of her tummy, along her sides, to the thin fabric of her bra, where he took her proud nipples between thumb and forefingers and squeezed them firmly. They were bigger than he'd ever seen before, and a low moan escaped from her throat as he pleasured her. He withdrew his folding knife from his pocket and opened the 3-inch blade with a click that caused her to raise her head up. Lightly stroking her stomach with the back of the cold blade, he slipped it upwards, between her breasts, underneath the little flower-covered bow that joined the two cups of her bra, and flicked it, slicing the fabric neatly, her breasts jiggling slightly at the recoil of the fabric. He put the knife on the desk and exposed her completely with his hungry hands, her large, brown areolas puckered, her pink nipples engorged and strained. She was incredibly hot now, more than she'd ever been before. She needed him and surprised herself by begging for his touch. "God, Alan, make me cum. I want to cum. Touch me, lover. Please, touch me." "Patience, my love. Patience," he whispered. He found her nipples with his lips and pulled first one, then the other breast into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue over her nipples, biting her lightly with his teeth, suckling her like a child, touching her like a man. She cried out with joy as he worshipped at her body, and an involuntary shudder sped up her spine. Now his hands were on her thighs as he continued devouring her breasts. He pushed her skirt up to her waist and let his hands massage the warm skin of her legs while his lips worked on her breasts. He shifted his attention to the warm, moist skin of her inner thighs, drawing light little circles over her flesh with his fingertips, making her ache for his touch where she needed it most, building her pleasure slowly and steadily. He lowered himself into Bob's chair and kissed her tanned legs, dragging his lips and tongue up to her pussy, but stopping just short. She groaned and reached for his head, wanting to pull him to her. Her panties were dark where they had become soaked in her juices, and he allowed her to guide him as he forcefully pressed his face into her pussy. She gasped at the monstrous pleasure, and as she held him with her left hand, the fingers of her right hand flew to her nipples and began stroking them madly. He pushed one edge of her panties out of the way and skewered her with his tongue, lapping up her sweet juices, swirling around her swollen lips, pressing into her vagina to drink deeply of her. It was too much for her, and she felt herself explode in a rush of heat and tension. She let out a cry and shook, her first orgasm rocking her to the depths. A smile spread across her face. Alan pierced her with his fingers as his lips sought out her clitoris. He drew her swollen nub between his lips and began an exquisite torture. She wrapped her legs around his neck as he sought out her breasts with his free hand, and suddenly she felt overwhelmed by stimulation, senseless as he touched her everywhere at once, driving her out of her mind with need, lifting her like a rocket until she burst through the clouds into the blinding sun and exploded again. She cried out as she rocked, her muscles convulsing with pleasure, heat flooding her and making it hard to breathe. She gripped him with her thighs and held him tightly with her hands as she came, even more powerfully than before. Gradually, he slowed his movements and let her fall. He licked her pussy once again to catch her delicious spices, and she jumped when he touched her clit, the shock sending her tingling and wanting him more. She sat up and pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply, wildly, tasting herself and smiling in the knowledge that he loved the taste of their loving as much as she did. She reached down to his belt and quickly unbuckled and unzipped him, pushing his slacks down to the floor. Then she kissed him again as she reached into his briefs and took his rock-hard cock in both hands, squeezing his muscle of love with her fingers as she turned him around. She pulled down his briefs and pushed him back on the desk, then took his jerking cock deep into her mouth and began fucking him orally. He groaned in pleasure as he watched her. She smiled in delight as she watched him, as she swirled her tongue around his head, as she kissed her way down his shaft to his balls, as she touched him with her fingers and sank her mouth around him, pulling him in as far as he would go. She moved her mouth up and down, letting him escape from her mouth so that she could tickle the very tip of his cock with her tongue before plunging back down on him again. He grew almost too big for her to take and she gasped as she tried, but she wanted this man, she would do anything for this man, and she meant to please him like no other ever had. "I'm going to cum soon if you keep that up," he gasped. She pulled out and kissed the head of his cock lightly. "I hope so," was all she replied. He loved it when she went down on him, loved it when he came forcefully in her mouth. She would hold him and drink his cum like it was the elixir of life itself, letting his cock pulse inside of her mouth as she swallowed his seed and smiled at the pleasure she'd given him. She never went down on Bob these days. Never. He'd become a jerk, and she wanted this most special of gifts to be reserved for the one who loved her, the one who stirred her in her dreams. But Alan wanted to feel himself deep inside the center of her being tonight, so he lifted her and kissed her. Removing her panties and skirt, he turned her around, laying her face-down on the cool desk. He spread her thighs, reached for her pussy and stroked her, penetrating her with his fingers, then brought his swollen cock to her and rubbed his cock-head along her wet slit. She moaned with need. He pressed forward, and the head of his ram spread her, stretched her, and penetrated her. He pressed hard and the massive tool of his love drove deep into her, penetrating her to the end of her existence, until his groin split her ass cheeks and pressed against her pussy lips. A grunt escaped her throat. He grasped her thighs and lifted her slightly, and withdrew, then slammed himself into her deeper still. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked back at him briefly, smiling drunkenly, as he began his lustful rhythm, driving into her, pummeling her, filling her urgently with his cock. She reached back and touched herself as he penetrated her, and pressed herself back against him with his every stroke. She began to feel delirious with passion, and she felt herself racing towards another orgasm, and felt herself powerless to do anything but let it overwhelm her. "Alan, Alan, Alan, oh god, I'm cumming again, I'm cumming again. Fill me with your cum, Alan. Oh, godddddd, oohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She seemed out of breath as he looked down at himself, watching his cock plunge into her, feeling the incredible heat of her wetness bath his cock, feeling the muscles of her vagina grab him as though they would imprison his cock forever inside of her. She was so lovely, her round ass jiggling as he slammed into her, her sleek back flushed and moist with perspiration, her muscled thighs squeezing him. He slipped his hand beneath her and found her fingers and joined her, diddling her clit as he felt himself loosing it, felt the explosion rising from his balls, felt his cock growing in anticipation. He pulled back and slammed into her one final time, and as he did, his cock erupted like a shotgun blast, flooding her with his hot cum, pulsing inside of her, driving his seed deep into her center where it heated her to the boiling point. Her body quivered with the boiling aftershocks of her orgasm. He stroked his cock into her several more times, each time releasing another blast of his cum, until, exhausted, he stretched his body over hers and kissed her lovely neck. She made quiet mewling sounds as the flames diminished. She imprinted the feel of her lover against her body, inside of her body, his breath hot on her neck, his quiet words of love breathed into her ears. Soon, she felt him withdraw and felt the trickle of their mingled juices run down her thigh. She turned around and sat on the desk facing him, letting her juices puddle on the desktop as she pulled him between her spread thighs and kissed him deeply. She stroked his moist cock lightly as she kissed him, and before very long, he began growing again in her hands. She kissed him deeply, their tongues stroking and penetrating each other's mouths. "That was wonderful," she breathed. "I want more. I want you to go down on me again, because no one has a mouth as talented as yours. And I want you to fuck me again, because no cock has ever filled me as completely as yours. And I want to cum again and again until the night is gone and our bodies are completely spent in love." Relishing Tanya Ch. 1 "Sounds good to me," he replied, already feeling himself losing control as she worked on his cock with her fingers. She was good. She was incredible. He'd never get tired of making love to her. She hopped up from the desk and looked at the wet ass-print she'd left behind. "Wow, that looks great!" she exclaimed. "Follow me." She removed her blouse and their remaining clothes and walked quietly through the house, into the darkened master bedroom, where the soft sound of snoring could be heard. Alan froze just inside of the doorway, but she continued on to the bath where she turned on a light. A bright shaft of light lit the bedroom, but she quickly pulled the door until the bedroom only glowed enough for them both to see the sleeping figure of her husband, Bob, on the left side of their king-sized bed. She pulled down the covers on the right side, took Alan's hand, and led him to the bed. Lying down, she pulled him down with her and opened her legs wide, reaching for his cock and sliding him easily inside of her. She smiled up at him mischievously as he pushed himself into her, pressing his chest against her full breasts as she drew up her legs and, heels against his ass, took him to the hilt. "This is much more comfortable, don't you think?" she whispered. "Now fuck me, lover. Fuck me like you're a machine. Fill me up and make me come. Flood me with your love. "Only one little suggestion. When I make you cum and you explode inside of me, try not to scream too loudly, okay? Bob looks like he needs his sleep." She smiled and kissed him deeply. He grew bigger and harder than ever, the possibility of stirring Bob to consciousness while they thrashed around in passion somehow turning them both on more than ever. They made love until the dawn began to break, then Alan made a quiet farewell, sealed with a passionate kiss on her porch while she stood naked in his arms. Tanya later told him that when Bob finally awoke, she regaled him with tales of his sexual prowess, even showing off the evidence he'd left in the study. He was too hung over for an encore performance, luckily, but she claimed he had been in one of the finest moods ever as hurried off to work and the chance to talk about his machismo over coffee with the guys. He was fuzzy on the details, but confident that his imagined night of passion had been his best performance ever. Meanwhile, after the kids had left for school, Tanya dropped by Alan's house and gave him another taste of the real thing. Relishing Tanya Ch. 2 Her mother had apparently never taught her not to play with food. She was smiling at him from across the patio, teasing him, as usual, her mouth slightly open, her red lips pursed. She held a ripe Bing cherry by the stem and balanced the plump fruit on her lower lip, slipping it languidly in and out of her mouth, kissing it suggestively with her tongue. The cherry parted her lips obscenely as she raised her eyebrows as if to say, "Can you handle me?" She was melting him into a puddle of horny ooze and she knew it. She chuckled softly as she took the fruit between her teeth. Then, rolling it once more across the honey-like flesh of her lips, she sucked the cherry into her mouth and yanked it from its stem. "Poor baby," she mouthed. He was relieved to have a plate of food in his lap, conveniently covering his bulging erection. Her husband, Bob, poor sap, had missed his the show, busy as he was tending to the five, luscious steaks that sizzled on his flaming grill. He turned to his guest, looking slightly ridiculous in his "Lawyers do it in Latin" apron, and smiled graciously. "You doing ok there, partner? You're looking a little flushed. It's damn hot out here today, isn't it? Tanya, be a doll and get Alan another beer to cool him off, would you? These steaks ought to be ready in just about five minutes, so I sure hope you're hungry." He returned to his work. "You're going to love these babies, Alan my man! I don't care where you go, nobody seems to know how to cook a good steak these days. They cost me a bundle, you know, but that German butcher has the best cuts of meat in the city and he knows just how I like them." He spun the other direction to face his wife, who at that moment was devouring a strawberry she'd dipped in a gob of whipped cream. "Tanya, baby, go get Alan another beer! And while you're at it, get me one, too. It's hot as a firecracker over here." He turned away as Tanya obediently slid forward on the chaise lounge, her red skirt sliding high up her tanned thighs as she moved. Placing her right foot on the patio and bending her left leg at the knee, she opened herself fully to Alan as she rose. She wasn't wearing panties, of course. Now it was his turn to chuckle as he smiled up at her. Tonight, the name of the game seemed to be "see-who-can-drive-the-other-into-a-sexual-frenzy-first," and so far, Tanya was the only one racking up points. He would have to get on the scoreboard, and quickly. Setting his plate aside, he rose to follow her into the house. "Let me help you get those beers, Tanya," he smiled. Alan and Tanya were lovers -- had been for a couple of months now. So far, her husband, Bob, seemed to be clueless, which suited them fine. In fact, that pretty much summed up Bob's entire relationship with his wife these days. Their marriage had begun well enough, but something had changed. Bob had changed. As the years rolled by, and the kids grew up, his career had become more sexually satisfying than his beautiful wife, which left Alan frankly questioning the man's sanity. True, power is an aphrodisiac, but who the hell needed an aphrodisiac with a wife like Tanya? Maybe Bob, now head of his firm's legal division and constantly surrounded by fawning associates, was getting more than his ass kissed at the office? Maybe he'd been pounding out more than legal strategies on his many out-of-town excursions? That was Tanya's theory, and if it were true, Bob had been too smart to give her any proof. If he was cheating, he had covered his bases well. So had she. Not that she wasn't willing to take a few chances now and then. Alan came up behind her at the refrigerator, reached around her and grabbed a cold, long-neck bottle from the door. Popping the cap, he took a swig as she turned and took him in her arms. They kissed like two teenagers at a drive-in, and as their mouths got reacquainted, he slipped the beer bottle under her short skirt. She leapt as the cold glass kissed her thigh. As the lip of the bottle wandered up her leg, her breathing became ragged, then stopped altogether when he pressed it into her moist garden. Involuntarily, she closed her eyes as the cool glass slipped easily between her labia, bumping over her clitoris and fanning the flames that were already searing her insides. All too quickly, it was gone. She whimpered as Alan raised the bottle to his lips and savored the taste of her tangy juices. She touched his cheek. He responded by lifting a hand to her breast. "Do you think we might just skip dinner and move right to dessert?" she cooed. "What, and miss out on all of this delicious foreplay? There's a whole plate of fruit out there just waiting to be turned into sexual symbolism. You're not tired of the game already, are you?" he smiled. She skittered her fingers over the bulge in his pants. "I never get tired of the game, Alan. Which reminds me. Everything I'm wearing, and not wearing, tonight is for you, lover. Hope you like?" "You're absolutely beautiful, as always. All I can think about is ripping your skirt off and going down on you." "Screw Bob! Screw dinner! Screw me, right now!" "Shhhh, patience, my beauty. All in good time." "Arrrrggh! I am so damn hot!" With that, she turned back to the refrigerator, opened the door and stuck her head inside. He grabbed another beer and squeezed her lovely ass as he walked away. Dinner was, as Bob had promised, outstanding. The steak had literally melted in his mouth, and the three of them, plus the two children, enjoyed a laughter-filled evening on the patio. "You haven't had much to drink tonight, Alan," offered Bob. "How about a Scotch?" "Actually, I'm trying to cut down on the calories. I think I'll pass, but thanks anyway." "How about you, Tanya?" "Well, Darling, it's already 7:30 and if you'll remember, I've got to drive the girls over to the Morgan's house for that sleep-over. It's Lisa Morgan's birthday tomorrow, remember? Anyway, I told Becky I'd have the kids there by 8:00, so we ought to get going." "Damn, I forgot all about that." He glanced at his watch, agitated. "You don't need me to go along with you, do you? I was planning to head back to the office for a few hours to work on some things..." "I don't really need you if you have other things to do, but I guess I was hoping you'd come along. The headlights keep going out on the SUV, and I'd feel much better having someone with me, just in case something happens." She glanced at Alan, whose face cracked into a faint smile. He knew what would happen next. Damn, she was good. "Hell, Tanya, I don't know crap about cars, but Alan here knows everything there is to know, don't you, Bud? If I don't get those contracts finished and faxed by midnight, there's going to be hell to pay come Monday. "You aren't busy tonight, are you Alan? How about going with Tanya just in case she needs some help? What do you say? I know it's a bitch, way across town and all, but after that expensive steak I gave you tonight, you could just think of it as payback. How about it?" Payback? So soon? Never was a gift given that didn't serve some grander purpose, that was Bob's philosophy. Okay, he thought to himself, take your time. Don't appear too eager. His heart was already racing as he thought ahead to the possibilities... "Bob, Alan doesn't have time to go traipsing across town with me and the kids," Tanya volunteered. "No, it's okay, Tanya. Bob's right. The least I can do to repay him for that excellent dinner is to ride shotgun and make sure you're well taken care of. Think nothing of it, Bob. It would be my pleasure." Bob smiled broadly and excused himself to make some phone calls. Tanya instructed the girls to go get their overnight things together. While everyone was leaving the room, Alan walked behind the couch where Tanya was seated, leaned down behind her, and as the last child disappeared, he slipped his hand beneath the fabric of her knit top and captured her left breast. She inhaled sharply as he rolled her turgid nipple between his fingers. She felt herself soaring. He pressed his mouth to her ear and slipped his tongue into her ear canal; her knuckles turned white as she gripped the arm of the couch. She was so close. She squeezed her thighs together tightly, hoping. "I want to press my lips against your wet pussy and lick you until you beg me to stop," he whispered. At the distant sound of footsteps, Alan withdrew a safe distance away, leaving her flushed and a bit senseless as the kids re-entered the room. God, how she loved it when he touched her. Alan had wonderful hands, a sensitive mouth, a cock that left her reeling. But the thing that really made Alan special was the way he studied her. In such a short time, he'd learned what she liked and disliked, where her most sensitive places were, how to please her, how to send her to the moon and back again. He was a talented lover, and right now she ached for him. *** While the girls chatted quietly in the back seat, Alan and Tanya secretly held hands in the front. She tickled the back of his hand with her fingernails. He carefully traced the bones and muscles of her wrist and forearm with his fingertips. After dropping the kids off for the night and saying their good byes, Tanya tossed him the keys and said, "You drive." They'd hardly driven a block when she was next to him, planting moist kisses on his neck while lightly stroking his inner thighs with her fingernails. He concentrated on his driving, bravely (if unsuccessfully) determined to ignore her as her fingers wandered absently up to the begging bulge in his pants. "What have we here? Have you been stuffing your pants with socks again to try to impress me?" She pressed her hand between his legs and squeezed his balls. His cock felt painfully strangled as she let her fingers drift lightly over the outline of his manhood. "You're big tonight. Did I have anything to do with that?" "You? Of course not. I was just remembering my 8th grade math teacher, Miss Prynne. She taught me a lot more than polynomial equations, I'll tell you.." She slapped his leg. "Well, if it's some boyish fantasy that has you all excited, maybe I should stop," she murmured, her fingers tracing circles over the bulge in his pants. "Maybe a real woman is too much for you?" "Oh, Miss Prynne was a real woman, alright. And man, did she know her trig. But when it comes to the calculus of making love, no one holds a candle to you, Tanya." She giggled and slipped her tongue along the hollow of his throat. A shiver when up his spine. "Do you know, I've never gone without panties before? At least, not since I was three. You have a very dangerous power over me, lover. And, I like it." She deftly opened his pants and yanked his shirt out. Released from bondage, his cock unwound, pushing its way out of his briefs. She caught him in the warm grip of her fingers and began lightly stroking his length, finding herself turned on by the feeling of him growing in her small hand. "Take your top off," he demanded. "I want to see your breasts." "We're cruising down a public road, lover." "It's almost dark, and anyway, I'm driving with my pants open. I haven't seen those gorgeous breasts since Tuesday and I can't wait any longer. Take if off." "You love my breasts, don't you?" "Tanya, your breasts are a national treasure. Your nipples ought to be protected by one or more US patents." She laughed and pulled her top over her head without a thought, tossing it carelessly into the back seat. He turned towards her and was overcome by the sight of her 36C's in the golden glow of the street lights. He touched her reverently, letting his fingers roam over her swelling nipples, over the indescribably soft flesh, lightly caressing, squeezing, filling his hand with her firmness, tweaking her, heating her up. His fingertips were like branding irons, burning pleasure into every spot they touched. She sighed contentedly. "Please keep your eyes on the road, Stud. I wouldn't want to have to explain this to the cops." She leaned against him and rubbed her breasts against his arm. Then she dipped her head to his lap and took his cock into her mouth. He felt as though he'd been hit with a cattle prod. His body jerked, his foot jumping on the accelerator as he tried to steady himself. Her tongue circled him, her lips enfolded him, she planted hot kisses on his rock-hard shaft as she cupped his balls with her hand. Knowing how much he loved it, she took him all the way, pressing him deep, fucking him with her mouth, slipping his length down her throat. She teased, she tantalized, she drove him hard until she sensed that he was about to lose control, then she backed off, letting him calm himself. Time after time, she took him right to the pinnacle but refused to let him throw himself down. Nothing, nothing in the world felt as good. She was a natural. It was as if she was inside of his head, the way she could make him ache. He focused as much as he could on the traffic, the lights, the pedals, trying to keep it simple -- gas on the right, brake on the left, green means go, red means stop... Oh, damn, he felt her pushing him into her throat again. He was in a blast furnace and the flames were burning away the slag. He felt pure. Complete. He glanced down at her auburn hair and touched her bare back, going momentarily out of himself as he watched her ravish him, watched her plunge up and down on his cock, watched her urge him to let it go, let it go... "Tanya, Tanya, please..." was all he could manage. He reached beneath her and filled his hand with her breasts, pinching her nipples. She groaned. He pushed his hand along her spine, under the waistband of her skirt, down, down, until his fingers captured her ass. He pulled her closer, pushed himself deeper, felt his balls tighten... With a primitive moan, he erupted like a dormant volcano, his hot seed boiling into her mouth. She grunted and swallowed, and swallowed again, and pulled back, but just as quickly sank back down on him as he emptied himself and she took it all. He felt wasted, gloriously wasted, as the euphoria of the moment flooded over him. As the explosion subsided, she released his cock from her mouth and pressed a fingertip over the slit where his cum was still oozing, smearing the remaining drops over the head and along his shaft. Her eyes twinkled. "Was that good, lover?" "Incredible. Unbelievable. I don't know how do you do that. Tanya, Sweetheart, that was the best ever!" She was suddenly aware of their surroundings. "Quick, turn here, into the mall." He followed her lead and soon they were parked on the upper level of the parking deck, in a corner away from the other cars. She bounded out of the door and stepped back against the safety wall surrounding the parking deck. She was still topless, her skin bronze under the sodium vapor lights. In this spot, the truck and the wall protected them from the view of the other shoppers. He jumped out and ran to her, but she put out her hand for him to stop. As he stood and watched, she unfastened her skirt and stepped out of it, tossing it into the open passenger door. She was a goddess and his valiant cock stirred, wanting her. She bounced over to him and kissed him hurriedly while fumbling desperately with the buttons of his shirt. There was something wild in this, something frenzied. She was unable to control herself, the possibility of being caught making her feel wanton and horny like never before. When they were both naked, she reached out and pulled him to her roughly, her round ass against the cool concrete of the retaining wall, her full breasts flattened against his muscular chest, his hardening cock drilling into her soft belly. She climbed his body as he lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist. Leaning back, she was able to hang her head over the retaining wall and watch as shoppers walked in clutches along the darkened street to and from the mall. She touched herself, closing her eyes, drinking the pleasure. She had to have him now! She pulling herself back up and kissed him deeply. "Fuck me, lover. Fuck me now, please." She reached down to where his hard cock was rubbing against her ass. Lifting herself, rubbing him between her wet lips, she sank her hips down onto him, swallowing his full length and gasping at the sensation of once again being filled with this man she loved. He flexed his hips as she leaned back again. He filled his hands with her ass as he pulled back, the cool night breeze making his exposed cock tingle. Then he pressed himself into the furnace of her hole, sliding easily, the humid depths opening and welcoming him. He took it slowly, enjoying the moment, stretching out her pleasure. She was in a world of her own, head back, looking at the stars as he pierced her. She felt the rhythm, the loss as he pulled back, the groaning contentment as he filled her again. With each stroke, she pulled him to her with her strong legs, squeezing herself down onto him, wanting him inside of her as deeply as humanly possible. Leaning down, he took her left breast in his mouth and seized her rock-hard nipple between his teeth and teased it, feeling it grow as he did so. She moaned appreciatively as his tongue danced over her nipple until their movements caused him to lose her. But he took her other breast into his mouth on the next stroke and she smiled. This man! God, this man was making her crazy with pleasure! He was making her tingle, he was making her boil, he was driving her nuts, and she loved it so. Oh, God, he was so good, so good... He changed his angle slightly and began driving hard, and she gasped as he hit the spot. She could see it now, feel it, hear it roaring in her ears, like a swimmer standing on a lonely beach watching the terrible water rise in the distance, a tsunami roaring out of the sea, rushing at the shore faster than she could possibly escape. She would not run. She simply let it roll over her. She began quaking as the waves of heat roiled inside of her, as her vagina contracted and her muscles ached and her cunt flooded with liquid fire. The pleasure threw her back and knocked her down, knocking the breath out of her, stopping her heart. Down in his thrusting cock he felt it rumble up from the depths of her, this pent up orgasm that was shaking her to her foundation. He was close now, nearly spent, his arms and legs aching. But his balls were twitching, and he knew he was ready. He pulled back once more, almost withdrawing completely, then buried himself to the hilt as his cock jerked and his balls contracted, his cum flashing instantly to steam inside the fires of her liquid cunt. He leaned down and sucked on her right breast, and she raised her head, smiling wearily, nodding at him, satisfied. A bright light flashed overhead, causing him to glance back over his shoulder. The security patrol was at the far end of the parking deck, sweeping the area with a spotlight and heading their way. "Trouble," he whispered as he lifted her. "Huh?" she replied, only half conscious. "Got to move. Hang on." With his last ounce of strength, he carried her to the car and got in, her legs still wrapped tightly around him, his cock still buried in her sloppy vagina. He pulled the door closed and reached for the sunshade that was on the floor, quickly unfurling it and placing it in the windshield to hide them from sight. They shifted positions slightly, letting her unwrap her legs, finally ending up with her kneeling over him, her breasts inches from his mouth. He kissed one of them, being careful not to pay too much attention to her nipples, which were always painfully sensitive after an orgasm. He moved inside of her and she copied his movements, slightly raising and lowering her hips in the warm afterglow of her orgasm, letting the last embers die away slowly. Relishing Tanya Ch. 2 He peeked out of an opening in the sun shade and watched as the patrol car drove slowly past and stopped about thirty feet away. He could see two silhouettes in the rear windshield. The doors opened and two figures emerged, one moving towards the other. Cigarettes were lit. Faint laughter came through the night air. They leaned against the safety wall and took their break. "There are two cops just over there, having a smoke. They aren't going to leave anytime soon." "What a shame," she replied. "I guess that means we're stuck here for awhile, huh?" "Looks that way," he answered, smiling. They kissed each other hungrily, his hands reaching and filling themselves with her breasts, sliding down over her narrow waist to the soft skin of her hips, squeezing her ass, memorizing every square inch of her wonderful body. She was a miracle. She broke off the kiss. "I guess we'll have to say the headlights went out, huh?" He thought it over. "No doubt about it. Can't drive at night without headlights, after all. And wasn't it a good thing you had me along to take care of the problem?" She beamed. "Absolutely. You fixed the problem, alright. You're a damn good man with a tool, Alan." He laughed and they kissed again, both of them hoping the cops had brought along a box of donuts to go with those smokes. (c) 2002 Charlie Goodman Relishing Tanya Ch. 3 "Just pass me the rest of your chips, Al. It'll make the night a lot less painful for you." Alan chuckled at the joke as Bob swept the pot towards himself, his greedy fingers clutching at chips as if they were gold. The man was a serious competitor in all things, but especially when it came to money. He was a tough opponent; Alan rarely won these matches. Most nights, Alan gave him a good fight. Tonight, he'd played badly, but he couldn't care less. It had been a great night for games. He was seated across the table from a woman who took his breath away, and that alone was enough to make him forget his losses. He stole another glance at Tanya, Bob's irrepressible wife, and gave her a knowing smile. She smiled back at him, her liquid eyes dancing as she ran a fingertip languidly across the moist flesh of her lower lip. Beneath the table, Tanya brazenly pressed the toes of her right foot deeper into his crotch, which, as you might imagine, was the major reason his mind had wandered a bit during the game. She lifted her eyebrows, flexed her big toe and traced the length of his swollen manhood. If she keeps this up, he agonized, I'll cum in my pants. He eased his chair back just a bit, letting her foot fall to the floor. She pushed out her lower lip in a pout and sighed audibly, crestfallen. "Tanya, bring me another bottle of Scotch, would you, darlin'? This one dead on the field of battle." "I think you've had enough for one night, Bob. How about some coffee, instead?" she offered. "Dammit, woman, if I want coffee, I'll ask for coffee. I'm on a winning streak here, and a winner always gets the best drinks the house has to offer. Alan's the one who needs coffee. He's been playing like he's half-asleep all night long." "Some coffee would be nice, thanks." He winked at Tanya, but she was too busy shooting angry looks at her husband to notice. "Go on, now. Alan and I have something to discuss." She got up and stormed off towards the kitchen, the cheeks of her sculpted ass bounding inside of her black linen slacks like a Chinese acrobatic troupe. She was definitely wearing a thong, Alan mused appreciatively. Probably the red one. He'd already caught a glimpse of a red décolleté bra through a gap in her gold silk blouse. His mind ticked off a thousand scenarios for getting Bob out of the way long enough to fuck her on the kitchen floor, but nothing short of murder seemed plausible. He pulled his folding knife from his pocket and started toying with the blade. It was tempting. Steady, boy. Steady. Bob looked up from his treasure in blissful ignorance that he was about to be gutted. "So, Alan," he murmured, "are you getting laid?" Alan tensed, folded the knife blade and relaxed. A new game of poker had just begun. He was nearly certain that Bob didn't suspect. The man was as subtle as a wrecking ball. If he'd had any idea that his gorgeous wife and his best friend had been getting into each other's pants, there would already have been blood in the streets. It was a dangerous game he and Tanya were playing, but the odds were in their favor. Bob was so captivated by the world of corporate law that if his heart stopped, he wouldn't notice for a week. Tanya had been deeply hurt by her husband's neglect. She hadn't been seeking a lover, but when she needed one, Alan had been in the right place at the right time. She had an insatiable desire for love and sex, fed by anger and passion both, and Alan was only too happy to try to satisfy her. "As a matter of fact," Alan whispered, "I hit the jackpot just the other night." "Hot damn! You lucky bastard, you. What I wouldn't give to be single again." "Bob, you have two wives already, the law and Tanya. You really don't have the time for girlfriends." Bob smiled at that. "If only you knew, buddy. Tell me about this woman of yours. What was she like?" "Amazing. She was a like a wet dream--beautiful, hot, luscious, horny--she was incredible. The woman literally wore me out." Bob had stopped fingering his chips and was hanging on every word. "Shit. Did she go down on you?" "Bob, please, you're asking me to kiss and tell?" "Hell, yes! Throw an old married man a few crumbs, will you? Call it a voyeuristic curiousity, if you want. Give me the details, dammit! I want the juicy details!" Alan chucked. "She went down on me twice. Deep-throated me like she was starving. I think I came three times. She came four or five." "Shit, you're fucking putting me on, aren't you? I'm not that drunk, my friend. Tell me the truth: she deep-throated you?" He nodded, smiling. "Fucking damn! I've asked Tanya to go down on me, but she won't do it. Says it makes her gag." A dark cloud floated over his face. That's strange, Alan thought, she's never showed the slightest hesitation about going down on me, Bob old friend. He feigned concern. "Well, you know how it is, some women have really sensitive gag reflexes. I'm sure Tanya finds lots of ways to make it up to you." "Yeah, I guess. Listen. Ever since I made senior counsel, every young secretary and intern seems to be flirting with me. I'm their ticket to a promotion, and suddenly they're all giving me eyes and finding excuses to strut their stuff through my office. It's damn hard to resist them, you know, especially the young ones. Short skirts, fuel-injected tits, tight cunts, every one of them just begging to be fucked." "It's tough for women to make a living these days," Alan agreed, "especially when they all look alike to the old boys up top. I guess they feel like they need to differentiate themselves. You know, find a way to add value to their resume." Bob nodded without comprehending. "Yeah, whatever." "So tell me, Bob, old buddy. Have you been a good boy?" he murmured. Bob gave him a devilish smile. "Occasionally. There's this one intern, Chrissy... twenty-three years old, fresh-faced, tits to die for... Can you keep a secret, buddy?" Bob's face writhed in anguish. He was dying to confide in someone, and Alan wanted to hear this story. He nodded and leaned in closer. "Chrissy and I were working late the other night on a brief, just the two of us. It was the night you took Tanya and the girls over to that sleep-over, remember? Anyway, she's a real flirt, so I started teasing her, making comments about her figure... I figured her tits were store-bought and I told her so. Dared her to prove me wrong." A sheen of perspiration broke out on his forehead. "She stripped off her blouse and told me to feel her breasts. Shit, how could I turn down an offer like that? They were marvels to behold, let me tell you, and 100% genuine. Damn, she was hot. Well, one thing led to another and she ended up going down on me. Chrissy's only twenty-three, but she knew exactly what she was doing, you know what I mean? It was damn incredible. The two of us ended up on the floor, fucking like teenagers. She says I made her feel like a real woman. Can you believe that shit?" His eyes turned dreamy as he remembered it all. Bob exploded. "I can't believe you! Tanya is TNT in silk stockings, and you're balling an intern at the office? Have you lost your fucking mind? You must be crazy." "Shhhh, she'll hear you! Look, I know, I'm probably certifiable. But, Al, this Chrissy is so damn young! She's got a body like one of those health club instructors, and you wouldn't believe her moves. 38C's that don't sag a bit. Energy. Eager to please. And she just stripped and offered herself to me. What man in his right mind would turn that down? "Sure, Tanya's a great main course, but what's the harm of having a little dessert every now and then, huh? When I was hammering away at Chrissy's tight little twat, oh man, I felt like I could live forever. Or at least die with a smile." "Has anything happened since?" "We did it again last night, but we're being careful. We mostly cop feels at the coffee machine, stuff like that. I've never known a woman who could make me feel so hot, and that includes Tanya. And she wants me, Al. And the beauty of it is, if she gets to be a pain in the ass, I'll just promote her and get rid of her. There's no downside!" "You'd better be damn careful, Bob. You're playing with nitroglycerine here." "I know. I know. I can't help myself. I'm taking her along with me to the ABA convention in Vegas next week. Three whole days! I may not attend a single seminar." Bob looked as though he was about to drool on his chips. Tanya re-entered the room, a tray of coffee cups, a bottle of Scotch, and a steaming pot of coffee in her hands. She slammed the Scotch bottle down on the table next to Bob and let him pour his own. Moving to Alan's right, her back to her husband, she leaned forward to position a cup and pour Alan's coffee. As she did so, he noticed that she'd unfastened another button on her already low-cut blouse. Her ample breasts were quite visible. She took a deep breath and her right breast lifted away from the cup of her bra just enough to give him a glimpse of her pink, pebbled nipple. She smiled, knowing how much he loved her breasts. She imagined him nibbling at her nipple, his tongue teasing her sensitive flesh. A sudden gush of liquid heat flowed between her legs and made her woozy. She squeezed her thighs together, biting her lower lip as the electricity shot through her. She played this game because it made her amazingly horny. Her sexual appetite had always driven her to take risks, and taking risks always increased her sexual appetite. Her libido was like a runaway nuclear reaction--once it got going, it fed on itself and blazed quickly out of control. Alan, himself a risk-taker, enjoyed the game as much as she did. He slipped the index finger of his right hand between the buttons of her blouse and lightly stroked her tummy with edge of his fingernail. Her pussy clenched, juices soaking her panties. Her face flushed. She wanted his cock, wanted him moving inside of her, wanted to rock herself on that muscle of his until she was dead from exhaustion. A part of her fried brain began to consider stripping naked and fucking Alan in Bob's presence. God! In the heat of her daydreaming, she'd forgotten what she was doing. She quickly tipped the coffee pot upright just before creating a flood. Her hand shook as she returned the heavy pot to the tray. It was all she could do to keep from shoving her fingers into the folds of her pussy to relieve the pressure. Bob scooted his chair back as she straightened up. "Gotta hit the can. Tanya, don't let this card shark steal my chips while I'm gone, ok?" "I'll watch him like a hawk," she said, weakly. As Bob disappeared down the hall, Tanya popped another button loose and lifted her right breast free from her bra. She bent down quickly and pressed a turgid nipple between Alan's open lips, taking his head with her free hand and pulling him tightly to her breast. He instinctively chewed on her rubbery nipple while flicking the tip lightly with his tongue. She gasped, and he could feel her nipple swell--his cock was doing the same thing. He trailed his right hand up her inner thigh until he cupped her steaming mound. Squeezing, he began massaging her labia in a circular motion while assaulting her nipple. "Oh, baby... Oh, yes... I need your cock inside of me," she whispered. She felt strong tides arising and she willed them to take her quickly. Only a few more minutes and she'd be surfing the waves to shore... Not enough time! She groaned in frustration. He was close, but not close enough. She looked down at him and caught his gaze, delight written all over his face as he pleasured her and felt her respond to his touches. When they were alone again, she would repay him in full. She would deep-throat him and fuck him until they were both exhausted, and then they would lie in each other's arms and whisper endearments until they'd regained the energy to do it again. She needed this man more than air, more than life. And when he filled her with his cock, she could fly! A door slammed in the hallway. She jumped up, gathered her blouse together and hurried off to the kitchen, moments before Bob reappeared. He sat down and looked around carefully, then leaned towards Alan. "You won't say anything to Tanya about Chrissy, right? You and me, we're buddies. You understand what it's like for a man in my position. If I didn't take care of Chrissy, pretty soon people might talk. They'd say I couldn't get it up anymore or some shit like that. My reputation would be in the toilet. Men need to have their secrets, too, right? God knows women have plenty of them." "Bob, believe me, I know all about secrets. Don't worry about a thing. Tanya could torture me and I'd never tell." Bob smiled and gave him a wink as Tanya returned, her blouse tucked and buttoned conservatively but her face still flushed. *** "Can you go in late this morning?" He looked at the clock. 6:30 am. Tanya's honeyed voice. It was a damn-sight better way to wake up than the sounds of the Morning Zoo on KQEZ. "Sure, what's up?" "9 o'clock. I'll have something for you, and you'll like it." Click. He called the office and left a message. He'd forgotten an appointment with the dentist. Probably wouldn't be in until noon. He leapt from bed with new enthusiasm and headed for the shower. *** Easing the front door open without knocking, he stepped inside, taking care to leave himself exposed on the front porch for as little time as possible. "Tanya? It's Alan," he called. "Be out in a minute. Have a seat in the living room." He did. He picked up a magazine from the end table and started browsing. The headline caught his attention: "Five Secrets to Great Sex!" Seems like every month they discover new sex secrets, he mused. I wonder how one gets to be a sex secret researcher? Must have an amazing R&D department... low budget, great benefits... Movement caught his eye. It was Tanya. She was dressed in a black leather micro-skirt, her long legs sheathed in dark stockings that ended just below the hem of the skirt. Her stockings were held by the straps of a garter belt. She wore blue high heels and a matching blue, spaghetti-strap top that cascaded to about the middle of her tummy. She moved like an apparition, the muscles of her legs flexing seductively, the filmy fabric of her top shimmering, the whole effect like a dream. She stopped about five feet in front of him and slowly turned around, giving him a breathtaking view of the entire ensemble. Her tawny hair was up, held by combs and revealing her stately neck. He felt his cock leap with joy. "You like?" she purred. She was hotter than '58 Chevy after a quarter-mile. "Beautiful. Dazzling. Hot, damn hot!" He started to rise, but she raised her hand to stop him. "Just stay where you are. This is my show, my house, my rules. You will get everything you want, everything you deserve, but you can't touch until I say so. Okay?" He stopped breathing and nodded. She sauntered over to the entertainment center and selected some soft jazz. Turning around, she placed her hands behind her neck and began to move with the music. Her hips swayed, her breasts rocked suggestively. Her nipples pushed against the thin fabric of her blouse. He wanted her. He tried to relax and enjoy the teasing--he knew that in the end, she would willingly give herself to him, and it would be memorable. I want him to ache for me, she thought. I want to let myself go completely, no shame, no limits, using every wanton and naughty instinct I have to bring pleasure to my lover. And with that, her hands sought her waist, fingers gliding over cool skin, rising to the soft undersides of her breasts, slipping down across her pussy to her hips, her thighs. She bent slightly to stoke the backs of her thighs, then cupped the cheeks of her ass, squeezing gently as she opened her eyes and smiled at him. She imagined his hands on her, mapping her curves and valleys, the rises and falls of her body. She squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples lightly, moaning softly. She turned her back to him and bent over. Her skirt rode up to expose the taut rise of her ass and the muscled columns of her thighs, joining together at the open door of the spicy temple of her desire. She spread her legs wide apart so he could now see the lips of her pussy, swollen and pink, glistening, begging. His erect cock throbbed painfully in his clothing. He was dying to touch her, to bury his lips in the fragrant garden of her pussy, to bury his cock in the hot depths of her vagina. He swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. She knew she was setting him on fire. Spreading her lips with her fingertips, she inserted a finger deep into her opening and stroked herself, as the morning light reflected off of the glistening drops of her scented oils. "Soon, this will be your hard cock, lover. I'm going to bury your big cock deep in my pussy, and I'm going to fuck you until I drain every drop of cum from your balls." She turned back towards him and stood up, licking her fingers one at a time. Her hands moved to the hem of her top. "Shall I take this off?" she purred. "Yes. Do it." "First, you have to show me some good faith. Take off your shoes and socks." He didn't need to be told twice. His shoes and socks flew off his feet. "My, my, we're eager today, aren't we?" She lifted the hem of the flimsy top slowly, inching it up, exposing the soft underside of her breasts. As she was about to expose herself entirely, she spun around and pulled the top over her head, tossing it to the floor. She squeezed her breasts, teased her nipples, then turned back to him, her hands covering her full breasts. She swayed with the music, hips gyrating sensuously, her eyes closed as she let the sensuality of the moment sweep over her. She'd never felt so feminine, so beautiful, so powerful. He wanted her, the huge tent in his pants proof enough. "If you to see my breasts, you're going to have to take off your shirt. If I'm going bare-chested, it's only fair that you are, too, don't you think?" She was gorgeous and he'd do anything she asked. He struggled out of his shirt and without hesitation, she raised her hands over her head. Her brown areolas seemed larger than ever, her nipples swollen to twice their normal size. Her right hand disappeared beneath her skirt. She began stroking herself with one hand while caressing the soft flesh of her chest with the other. "God, Alan, I'm so hot. I need you inside of me. I'm going to cum soon. Take your pants off, right now!" He stood and stripped naked, his hard cock quivering on its release from prison. "Sit down." He sat back on the sofa and she came to him. "Don't touch me. Keep your hands at your sides." She lifted her skirt slightly and placed her knees on the sofa astride his thighs. The coarse fabric of her stockings brushed against his thighs as she settled herself on him. The light caught the dew on her pussy lips and his cock jumped at the thrill. She offered him her right breast, which he took eagerly, suckling and biting her hard nipple, pulling the warm flesh into his thankful mouth. She grunted and groped for his cock. Finding him, she held him in both hands and pressed his cockhead between her drenched labia, stroking herself with him, bathing him with her moisture before placing him at the entrance to her garden. She pressed her weight down and let him split her open, gasping as he expanded the void of her vagina, his steaming flesh burning its way deep inside of her. She teetered on the edge of her orgasm, holding absolutely still, trying to control the rush of desire that made her want to cum right now... she would be patient; she would let the sensations build until they demanded release. Relishing Tanya Ch. 3 She wiggled her ass a bit and pressed him all the way in. He moved his mouth to her other breast and she felt herself flooding, losing control. "Stop! Stop," she panted. "Let me... let me get control." Reaching to the end table beside the sofa, she picked up a small cell phone and punched some numbers. Then, with the phone to her ear, a gave him a devious look began moving, lifting herself up, letting his rigid cock almost escape, only to reverse before he left her, pressing down, her fluids making a soft squishing sound as she pressed his manhood to the depths of her pussy. She picked up the pace. He bit down lightly on her nipple and she whimpered. "Bob, honey, it's me." She smiled brightly now, rose up, then came back down on him roughly. He moved his lips to her other breast and she grunted. "Listen, I forgot to tell you something. You need to go by the laundry on the way home and pick up your suit. It should be ready, and you'll, unhhhgggh, ummm, you'll need it for your trip." She gazed into his eyes hungrily as he reached out with tender hands to stroke her bare back, her lush thighs, her breasts, her arms, all the while driving her nipples wild with his rough treatment. She felt herself gushing again. Her pussy slurped each time she pressed him inside of her, and she knew she would not last much longer. And the best part was, Bob was clueless. Bob had never been this good. She'd never done a striptease for Bob, never made love to him with the abandon she'd shown Alan. Bob wasn't into the nuances of sex--all he cared about was getting his rocks off. As for her own pleasure, he couldn't be bothered. Bob, she thought, I'm fucking your best friend! I'm so horny, I'm gushing all over the sofa! I'm going to let this man pump me full of his cum until it runs down my legs, and then I'm going to go down on him until he begs for mercy. Go ahead and fuck every goddamn secretary in the office, you pig. You'll never have it as good as I'm going to give it to Alan. "Huh? Oh, I'm just out of breath. Mmmmm... I'm on the... on the exercise bike." His hips rose forcefully to meet hers and there was a wanton look in his eyes, the look he always got when he was close, when the pleasure had him in its grip and wouldn't let him go. She moved faster. The room was getting blurry. Time had slowed down. "Yeah, MasterClean, that's the one. It's your grey suit. Hahhhhhh. Oh, right. Okay, gotta go, I'm coming down the home stretch on this last lap and I need to pump harder. Bye." She punched the disconnect button and let out a loud groan. "Alan, fuck me, touch me, do anything you want, just make me cum, please! I'm ready. Fill me, baby. Fuck me hard!" He filled his hands with her ass cheeks and pounded her like a madman as she met his moves with her own. Her breasts bounced in his face. He pulled her head down and kissed her deeply, their tongues slashing and burning. And at that instant, they felt themselves falling together into a deep abyss. His balls tightened and surged, hot cum rocketing inside of her, scalding her insides and filling her to overflowing as she gasped and quivered, the blast furnace heat of her own orgasm overwhelming her and radiating out to her very fingertips. They came together in a rush of cosmic explosions that left them numb, speechless, drained of all energy, devoid of any thought. He held her close and reveled in the tenderness of the moment, of his fingers on her bare skin, of his moist flesh enveloped by her moist flesh. Her eyes danced as she looked into his and they kissed tenderly, passionately. For several minutes, the just panted together and kissed each other tenderly. "Not that I'm complaining, mind you, but what was that all about?" Alan finally asked. "You mean, my little show? Did you like it?" "God, yes. Definitely. You were incredible, Tanya. You're the most sensual woman I've ever known. But I was talking about the phone call. Talking to your husband about the laundry while you're fucking your neighbor, that's pretty brazen, don't you think?" "That was for Chrissy." He raised his eyebrows. "I overheard you two talking last night. The tile floor makes voices carry from that room. I heard it all. Were you going to tell me?" He sighed. "Yes, but I was waiting for a moment when I could break it to you gently. I'm terribly sorry, Tanya. I had no intention of keeping his secret, but... I didn't want to hurt you, either." "I understand. You don't have any reason to be sorry, Alan. Somehow, I knew that's what you felt. I can't believe he has gone after a woman who's barely out of her teens. But really, I can. After the kids, when I got into my thirties, Bob started looking at me less and less the way he used to." "Tanya, you're electrifying. I've never known a woman who is so beautiful and feminine and desirable. You're magnificent. And your little striptease had me so hot, I thought I might blow my load just watching you. You're the best." She snuggled up to him and kissed him softly. He felt himself stirring inside of her and knew he'd soon be ready to go again. "What do you say we get a nice bath together, then see if you have enough energy left to fuck me again, hmmmm?" *** Her skin was like ivory-smooth, warm, flawless. He wondered at the way she was formed--the gentle rise of the back of her thigh, the luscious curve of her perfect ass, the hollow plain of her back, the sensuous undulations of her shoulders. He traced every curve with his fingertips, committing it all to memory, fearing that he'd wake up and discover it had all been a dream. She was half-asleep on the bed. He kissed the cheeks of her cool ass and inhaled the scent that rose from her womanhood. He dipped his finger and she parted her legs to give him access. She was dewey fresh, and he brought his glistening fingertip to his lips and tasted her nectar. Intoxicatingly sweet. He was wanted her again. Kneeling over her, he kissed his way up her back, trailing his tongue up the undulations of her spine, until he found her neck and his cock touched her honeycomb. He buried his face in her hair, drinking in the mossy scent, and nibbled on her ears, her neck, her shoulders, her cheek. She wiggled her ass slightly, and he felt himself enter her. "Mmmmm, lover." He slipped deeper, the pillows of her ass cushioning him as he sank his shaft to the hilt. She exhaled deeply and felt herself flush with anticipation, with desire. She parted her legs and felt him slide deeper. He began moving in and out, opening her and filling her on each stroke. Dear God, she wondered, how does he make me feel so heavenly and so earthy all at once? He moved faster. Her juices were flowing again, her pussy slurping and grabbing at his cock like a ravenous animal, which is how she felt now. Ravenous. Wanton. "I want to go down on you, Alan. Let me go down on you." At first he didn't respond, continuing to plunge his cock between her downy cheeks, but soon he pulled himself free and she turned on her back. "Only if I can go down on you, too, lover." She smiled at that. They repositioned themselves and soon she was diving on his cock, tongue swirling around his swollen head, flicking the slit where his seed would soon come pouring forth, then taking him full in her mouth and, pressing, controlling herself, pushing him down into her throat until her face was buried in his hair. And he had his hands around her thighs, his tongue buried in the honeycomb of her sex, his lips kissing hers, sucking the nub of her clitoris and stretching it, buzzing it, tickling it, driving her mad. In truth, they were driving each other mad. Neither one could manage to keep his full attention on pleasuring the other. Their passions rose in fits and gasps and agonizing lurches until they moved as one to the edge of the precipice. He pressed his fingers deep into her pussy as he ravished her clit, and she trembled from head to toe as the shattering release took her breath away. As her orgasm swept over her, she devoured his cock like a demon, paralyzing him as his cock pulsed and spasmed, shooting his white-hot cum down her throat, filling her mouth, making her gulp and nearly gag as she tried valiantly to swallow all he was giving her. He gripped her ass cheeks with all of his strength and held her tight, refusing to let go of her clit. She cried out in a moment of painful ecstasy and came again, collapsing in exhaustion, her hand still gripping his cock, her tongue licking the last drops of his seed as they oozed from his softening shaft. He crawled back up beside her and held her tightly, kissing her deeply, sharing their mingled flavors, twining their legs together in a lover's embrace. He gazed into her eyes and saw nothing but joy, nothing but pleasure. *** "It isn't just sex, is it, Alan?" she whispered. He shook his head. "It never has been just sex, Tanya. You're an incredible lover, but somehow, I know that our lovemaking is all the better because of how I feel about you. And, how I know you feel about me." "I love you, Alan. I loved Bob once, too. But, differently. I married Bob because I was hot for his body. He turned out to be a lousy lover, but I still loved him. Then, he started looking at other women--Chrissy is by no means the first, though she's by far the youngest. He's always asked for my forgiveness, and I've given it to him. And through all of the trysts, I've never strayed. Not until you came along. "I guess I decided it was my turn. No, that's the wrong way to say it. I'm not using you to get back at Bob, not really. It's much more than that. You're different. I fell in love with you long before I started wondering what it might be like to fuck you. When I saw how hard you worked to keep your marriage together, and how badly you had your heart trampled, I saw something in you that I'd never found in Bob. Love. You're a wonderful man, Alan, and a remarkable lover." They snuggled and kissed. His fingers played with her nipple. "So, where do we go from here?" he asked. "I don't know. I can't decide. For now, I'm satisfied with this. I have the girls to think about, too. Let's just keep this our little secret, okay? And let's promise to look for every opportunity to fuck each other's brains out." He smiled. "Deal." "Good. Now that that's settled, I have an idea I want to run past you. While Bob is in Vegas screwing his bimbo intern, suppose you move in with me? I think I can ship the kids off to my mother's house--we'd have three whole days and nights to wear each other out. How does that sound to you?" "Do you have to ask?"