4 comments/ 87559 views/ 28 favorites Slim Voyager By: sandyb Prologue Mon enfant, ma soeur, Songe à la douceur D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble ! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble ! Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant à travers leurs larmes. Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté. - From "L'Invitation au Voyage" by Charles Baudelaire My name is Sandy. As this story begins, I am a twenty-five year old woman who works as an assistant manager at an upscale restaurant/bar in north San Antonio. I was raised by my single mother in a suburb of Dallas. My father divorced her when I was an infant and he moved back to New York. I never had a relationship with him but I did visit him in New York three years ago. He's actually quite nice and gregarious. He could have been a good father to me but, except for some of his genes and the Italian surname he gave me, I was raised without him and my background is all Texas – urban/suburban Texas, but still Texas. My mother worked hard as a secretary while raising me and my little brother Don, who now is in college at North Texas in Denton (and having way too much fun). My mother still lives in Dallas with her current boyfriend. Even though she never remarried my mom always had a man in her life. There were a fair number of them as I remember but never one that she settled on. I am told that I am fairly attractive - sometimes described as "cute" or even "pretty," but not to be confused with "beautiful." I'm 5'8", a slim 115 pounds, with a flat chest (32 a -cup). My long well-turned legs are my best feature - I'm sometimes described as "leggy." I have a round tight ass, if I do say so myself, which men seem to find nice-looking. I work on keeping fit. I have dark brown shoulder-length hair, a very fair complexion and big facial features, sometimes described as "Gallic" - big brown eyes, full mouth and lips, and a nose that is "not dainty." I went to college at what is now called Texas State University in San Marcos, Texas. I met Jeff, my husband, in Austin at a bar during my college years. He was school at the University of Texas. Jeff and I married right after I graduated from college and he from law school. That was four years ago. Jeff was a lot of fun during our early relationship, but since settling into his career our relationship has become strained. At the beginning of the story I relate here, he is an associate at a good law firm in downtown San Antonio. Jeff works too hard, drinks and eats too much. He can be good looking when tries but he has gotten a little heavy since law school (the result of my good home cooking – not!). He has become very conservative politically (argh! I'm basically a communist) and is increasingly opinionated. Even though we are not churchgoers Jeff's Baptist upbringing is important to him. He loves spectator sports – Texas Longhorn football, Spurs basketball, and any other sport that can be seen on television. He wants a big traditional house (we're leasing the house were in at present) and lots of kids. He doesn't read novels, he doesn't like to travel, he doesn't like to dance, and he's not interested in art or music. A big weekend for Jeff is to go to a Longhorn game, get halfway drunk with his friends before and after the game, and eat at Chili's. After that, he'll watch more sports on television. You may be sensing some negativity here. I'm not a deep thinker but I love to read novels (anything from mysteries to classics) and some biographies and poetry. I'm interested in progressive politics. I'm interested in eastern religions – Zen Buddhism and Yoga – and in religions of 'nature.' Pantheism appeals to me. I am not a Christian. I love contemporary design and modernism. I hate the huge Victorian, Georgian or Tudor houses that are being built in every city in Texas and elsewhere. I'm not ready for kids of my own. I love visual arts and music (rock n' roll, jazz, classical, folk). I love to travel even though I don't get much opportunity. I love to dance. (Men, a secret of success with women – learn to dance.) I don't care for spectator sports although I enjoy outdoor activities of all kinds including jogging, biking, hiking, camping, and skiing. My sex life with Jeff has waned as our differences have become more apparent to both of us. Earlier in our relationship we were relatively adventurous in our sex play – spontaneously fucking each other in 'risky' places or spending an entire day fucking repeatedly. We just don't have much in common and as a result our affection for each other has cooled to the point of being lifeless, mundane, and routine. Still, I had been completely faithful to Jeff up until the events I'm going to relate. This is the story of my sexual awakening. In many ways I believe it is the story of my spiritual awakening as well. It didn't start gradually with me. It was as if a switch was thrown or like a sudden thunderclap, a thunderclap on a clear, sunny day. * * * * * Chapter One: The Embarkation The sea is awash with roses O they blow Upon the land The still hills fill with their scent O the hills flow on their sweetness As on God's hand O love, it is so little we know of pleasure Pleasure that lasts as the snow But the sea is awash with roses O they blow Upon the land - "The Sea Is Awash With Roses" by Kenneth Patchen Over Memorial Day my husband, Jeff, and I joined two other couples at a beach house, near Corpus Christi for the long weekend. I had rented the house from an ad in the paper and it was just what I wanted - a somewhat tattered but serviceable house right on the beach with a bottom floor consisting of a dank concrete sleeping porch, laundry room and carport and a second story consisting of a small kitchen, three bedrooms, one bath with a feeble shower, and a living room with a screened and covered deck overlooking the sand and waves. It had ancient window air conditioners that helped cool the bedrooms for sleeping. During the day, the large ceiling fans in the main room and above the deck kept the air moving. Actually, with the breeze from the ocean and with the windows open and with minimal clothing it was quite comfortable even in the middle of the day. The owners had put up some tacky beach-themed decorations – netting and fake seaweed on the walls. There were a few decrepit appliances in the kitchen and, in the main room, a black and white television with rabbit ears wrapped in aluminum foil. A moldy collection of Reader's Digest Condensed Books was tumbled on the bookshelf, along with old shells, driftwood, and cutesy bric-a-brac covered in dust. On the exterior, dirt-daubers' mud nests decorated the eaves and the old paneling was beginning to shed its latest coat of whitewash. On one side of the house there was an outdoor cold shower with grimy bars of soap and half-empty bottles of shampoo strewn about. Jeff promptly declared it to be a 'dump.' I love the beach, the majesty of the ocean and the huge sky just feeds my soul. I didn't want the luxury of an antiseptic condo separating me from the sand and wind and water. I thought we could tolerate, even enjoy, a little funk. After arriving late Friday night and stumbling to bed in the unfamiliar house we got up early on Saturday morning and bought some fresh shrimp right off the boat at the nearby dock. I started cleaning them and one of the guys, Tom, Jeff's best friend, began helping me. The others went out on the deck and drank Bloody Marys. Tom was a pleasant guy. He was in marketing for an oil and gas company. He and Jeff had been friends even before they went to college together. Tom was well-mannered and quiet - not shy - but rather, self-absorbed. I'd never known him to engage in any kind of philosophical, political or literary discussion. He seemed to be totally concerned with his appearance, his job, his car, his house, and his wife Debbie, in that order. I had been around Tom a lot of times before and had never felt any desire for him sexually, but as I worked shucking and de-veining the shrimp I became increasingly conscious of his physical presence next to me. He was bare-chested and only wearing swim trunks. I was feeling cute and sexy in my yellow two-piece swimsuit and I was in a 'party mood' - upbeat about the holiday ahead of us. The earthy nature of cleaning the shrimp and the funky ambience of the beach house combined with my physical proximity to a tall, tanned, handsome guy with a hairy chest and a flat tummy, dressed only in a swimsuit, was arousing to me. We glanced at each other a couple of times as we engaged in chit chat – jobs, houses, gossip about mutual friends. I noticed him checking out my body in my swimsuit and this pleased me. I looked at him again and in a conscious flirting gesture let my gaze linger; he met my look and I smiled and crinkled my eyes at him. Tom, sensing his opportunity expertly, dropped the shrimp he was handling, and, to my astonishment, bent towards me, and kissed me with an open mouth as he put his hands on my little breasts. In spite of my surprise at his sudden move, I kissed him back, lolling my tongue against his for several seconds while I ran my hands through his short reddish brown hair. Then, almost without thinking, my right hand covered the bulge in the front of his swimsuit. I could feel his hard cock. I squeezed it and slipped my hand into his swim trunks and tightened my fingers around his dick. It felt warm and eager. With the other hand I pulled the trunks down enough to reveal his cock in my hand. I began stroking his dick slow and hard while he kissed my face and chest. As we engaged in this play I realized how much I had been missing the intimacy and happiness of sex recently. Jeff and I had settled into a very 'sexless' relationship that was robbing me of one of the great joys of life. I determined to regain some of that pleasure. "Watch the others," I said motioning towards the deck with my head. He nodded. A small window on the side of the kitchen looked out on the deck. The group on the deck was sitting several yards away from the window and at an angle to it. We could see them through the dirty panes of glass but viewing into the relatively dark house from the sunlit deck from that distance and angle was virtually impossible. Even though I was literally quivering in shock at my own actions, I knelt down and pulled Tom's trunks to his ankles. I let my eyes fixate on his long dick and took it in my hand. His hard dick was at least seven inches long and an inch and a half across. The head was purplish-red when excited and the rim, where the foreskin had been removed, was enticingly gnarly and irregular. A thick blue vein snaked up the shaft. Not a pretty cock but its size and rugged look beckoned to me. Focusing on his dick rather then on me calmed my nerves. His cock was throbbing noticeably and his excitement made his dick even more inviting. My mouth was actually watering in expectation. I kissed the shaft and licked his balls dangling in his large baggy scrotum. I pulled the skin back taut on his shaft so that the head was fully exposed and prominent. I opened my mouth wider, extended my tongue and inclined forward positioning the head of his dick on my tongue. He put his hands on the top of my head. I pushed my head forward a little more letting his dick glide further into my mouth. I closed my lips and began to suck. I rocked my head forward and back so my lips moved to the base of his dick and then up to the head, increasing the suction as I went. He gripped a knot of my hair in one hand and pulled my face into his body while he propelled his hips forward. The yanking of my hair hurt but I liked feeling his grip on me. The yanking and thrusting caused his cock to go deeper than I intended to take him. I gagged, but his assertion of control excited me. He relaxed his grip and I began energetically going back and forth on him taking his dick as deep as I could each time. As I continued bobbing my head back and forth on his stiff cock a feeling of joy, of living life to its fullest, spread over me. It dawned on me that I had already made another fateful decision; I was going to swallow his load, something I had never done before. I don't recall making the decision, but the recognition that swallowing was my intention made my face flush hotly. I grabbed his ass and forced his cock again deep into my throat. This time there was no gag. I pulled back allowing my lips to come all the way back to the head of his cock. I could feel and taste the first ooze of his sperm. This agitated me even more. My desire for his cum astonished me as I had never wanted a man's cum in my mouth before. I was elated by the salty, fresh taste of it. I sucked hard again with my lips just part way down the shaft. His body shook and I felt a strong pulse in his dick. He exploded his ejaculate in a quick burst that hit against the roof of my mouth and settled on my tongue. I pulled back from his dick holding it in my hand while I dealt with his large wad of sperm in my mouth. I looked at him - he had a glazed look of contentment. His cum was warm and creamy, almost comforting, in my mouth. I swallowed the load in a large gulp and focused again on his dick from which his sperm was still slowly welling and dripping. I licked the head with the full length of my tongue and received another measure of cum - warm, salty, fresh and nasty. I gulped this down too. "Watch out," he said looking out at the deck. I understood and jumped up wiping my lips with my hand while he pulled up his bathing suit. I turned to the sink and grabbed a couple of shrimp. My husband walked in. "I need another drink," Jeff said as he casually walked by us. "I need one too," I said, "This makes me thirsty." Tom smirked. Jeff made me a drink and joined us at the sink to help us finish cleaning the shrimp, never noticing the drops of milky fluid on my thighs, hands, and on the floor. I was in a daze over the blowjob I had given Tom. I felt a euphoric sense of well-being. It was totally outside my experience and I was having a hard time understanding why I had done it. I had never swallowed semen before, although, I had sucked dick a few times. When I was in college I had received a man's semen in my mouth on two occasions but spit it out both times. I had never sucked off Jeff, although, I had stimulated him with my mouth on occasion. I was overjoyed with the satisfaction the blowjob had given me and how exciting it had been. How fun it had been to suck Tom's cock and how much I had enjoyed his semen! I regretted that we had no time to linger after and savor the moment together. It would have been pleasant to bask in his happiness for a while after he had cum in my mouth. The interruption of Jeff coming into the kitchen had made that impossible and now, having snapped back so quickly into our normal roles, acting like it never happened, made the blowjob seem like something I had just thought up, a fantasy. However, sitting on the deck next to my husband I could feel the effect of Tom's sperm in my belly and the sensation was delicious. I imagined thousands of his little sperm swimming in my belly. I slowly sipped the Bloody Mary Jeff had made for me letting it dissipate the strong taste of semen that his best friend had left in my mouth. I never expected to be so delighted at cheating on Jeff, and having done it by sucking off another man right under his nose, his best friend at that, made it all the more wicked and enjoyable. When Tom's wife, Debbie, brought around the cooked shrimp I complained that I wasn't hungry. Debbie asked if my stomach was upset. "Yes, I must have eaten something that I shouldn't have." Tom smirked again and looked down at the ground. I appreciated the mild nausea I felt as a continuing reminder that I was a vessel for his sperm. We spent the rest of the day sunbathing, occasionally cooling off in the surf, eating shrimp, drinking Bloody Marys, margaritas and beer, smoking a little pot I had brought and generally relaxing. I kept trying to read but found my thoughts drifting off into idylls of cock-sucking. Musing on the blowjob, I began to realize that my frustrations with Jeff and the lack of sufficient sexual activity in our relationship were pushing me to seek physical satisfaction elsewhere. No real surprise there, but, beyond that, my sense that I had wasted precious time with the unexciting relationship with Jeff and that I was missing out on experiencing the full measure of joy that intense sexual contact can bring was encouraging me to be more adventurous in my sexual practices. It was time to see what the world offered in carnal delights. Tom and I avoided any flirting around the others so as not to arouse suspicions. In the evening the whole group had dinner and then more drinks and pot on the deck. By 10 pm Jeff was soused – nodding in his chair. Debbie and the other couple – Javier and Gloria were sleepy too. I put Jeff to bed and announced quietly to the others that I was going to take a walk on the beach. Tom and Debbie went to their room as did Javier and Gloria. When Debbie wasn't looking Tom gave me a long look and motioned with his finger towards the floor. I wasn't sure what he meant. I went out of the house and strolled to the beach, hoping that Tom would join me. But after fifteen minutes of walking around I was still by myself so I headed back. Tom was waiting for me in the carport. "Hey you, come here," he said. I went to him and put my hands on his waist. He put his hands on my tits. We kissed and slowly hunched each other, grinding ourselves together with increasing intensity. I could tell that he had a fine hard-on. "Won't Debbie be looking for you?" "She's out, don't worry about her." He stepped back slightly and his hand went down the front of my swimsuit bottom and he began rubbing my pussy. "I've never sucked off a guy like I did you today," I said, I wanted him to acknowledge how extraordinary my actions had been and perhaps tell me what a good blowjob I had given him. "Really?" He said distractedly - he was preoccupied with my pussy and my blowjob was just one of many in his memory bank by now. "I'd never swallowed cum before." "Oh, well, glad I was there for the first," he chuckled lamely. He slipped one finger and then a second inside me. I was already moist from excitement. "You're neatly trimmed I see." "Just for your pleasure," I said, giving up on my efforts to extract a compliment from him. He smiled and gently grabbed my suit bottom with his other hand and pulled it down my legs. I lifted one leg and then the other to allow him to remove it altogether. I pulled his trunks down kneeling to the ground as I went. I stared at his rising dick and took it in my hand. I sucked the head of it gently slipping my moistened lips over the rim of the head several times and then I stood up holding his stiffening cock against me. I moved my legs apart and pulled his cock towards my drippy wet pussy. He moved towards me squatting just a bit to get his dick at a good angle to me. The head of his dick penetrated my labia and I felt him lifting me from the waist with his strong arms as he moved underneath me and stood erect. Pinning me against the wall of the carport with the pressure from his body against mine, he let me down so my pussy enveloped his stiff long dick. I let out a low moan as I settled on his cock and he began to pump me with his rocking thighs. My head was bumping audibly against the wall as we fucked. I wondered if anyone upstairs could hear the bumping over the grinding noise of the old window units. Not likely. Tom was very deep in me. His dick was longer than Jeff's. I clung to his shoulders while he repeatedly slammed his pelvis hard against my pussy, his dick reaching deeper in me than Jeff had ever been. He continued pumping me hard for several satisfying minutes - his body swaying when he thrust into me so that his cock moved around in my pussy exciting my clitoris. I began to cum. High pitched little moans and squeaks escaped from me with every thrust. I tried to keep them from getting too loud but I couldn't stifle them altogether. I dug my nails into the back of his shoulders. He let out a deep growl and I felt his thighs quiver. I knew he had shot his wad in me and I shook with the final spasm of my own orgasm. We had achieved well timed mutual fulfillment. He let me down and we leaned against each other, happily exhausted from fucking hard. Slim Voyager "Thank you, baby," I said trying to be clever, although I was indeed thankful, "you fuck good." "Why thank you ma'am, glad to be of service." Again I found his attempt at humor lame. "You better go up first" I said. "I'll act like I have been walking on the beach all this time." He left and slipped up to bed with his pretty wife Debbie, cold fish that she was. I waited a bit and then followed him upstairs. As I was getting into bed with my snoring, oblivious husband I felt Tom's semen oozing down my inner thigh. I took great satisfaction in the warm creaminess in my pussy evidencing my use as the receptacle for Tom's cum again. 'Why do I enjoy the sensation of being used like that?' I wondered. I remembered the term an old boyfriend of mine had to describe his ideal girl, 'cum catcher.' While I strongly believed in the equality of women to men by any measure, and while I didn't suffer any doubts as to my intellectual or other self-worth, I had to admit that I enjoyed being used for sex. Sometimes I wanted to be a guy's 'cum catcher' and nothing more - just a warm pussy or pretty mouth in which to drop his load. I felt a desire to be dominated, even degraded. It made the sex even nastier and more stimulating. I knew that Tom had no real affection for me, just lust. But that's what I wanted. I had no real affection for him either. In fact, I considered him somewhat of an egocentric, shallow prick, but he was pleasant enough and physically appealing. Debbie, Tom's wife, was an ice queen. She was petite, with close cropped platinum blond hair, very pale luminescent skin, deep blue eyes, fine, delicate features – a china doll. She was very introverted, even sullen in her demeanor. Like Tom she was totally preoccupied with her appearance. She worked out daily and also took a scheduled nap every day. She had no apparent intellectual curiosity beyond style and fashion. She didn't work outside her home. She kept an immaculate and stylish house that exuded little charm or warmth, a close reflection of her personality. She was a good fit for Tom. They were both superficial people overly concerned with appearances. I could enjoy shopping with Debbie – she loved clothes and contemporary interior design, interests I shared. I had been around her quite a bit and counted her a friend but I had no idea what makes her tick or if she even does tick. 'I wonder if she likes to fuck. I wonder if she ever sucks off Tom. Would she swallow? I doubted it. The next morning we were all moving slowly and got up late. Debbie and Gloria were sunburned and didn't want to go out in the sun again. Jeff wasn't up for more beach time either but I wanted to hit the beach and swim. I was feeling a little anxiety over sucking and fucking Tom yesterday. It wasn't guilt but my actions had caused me to feel uncertain about my life. I needed some physical activity to loosen up and distract me. Tom was avoiding me. Javier agreed to go to the beach with me for a while. Javier was good company, not only was he a cute guy he was also polite and personable. He was very energetic having worked his way from an economically deprived upbringing through college and into a good marketing position with Dell Computer. He was focused on his career but also was very attentive to Gloria, his girlfriend, and very connected to his extended family. He was an admirable guy, and a real dreamboat - only twenty-three years old with dark good looks. I spread out a towel when we got to the beach. Javier walked ahead a little further then turned back to me. As he was walking towards me I found myself ogling the tight place in the middle of his swimsuit. I began to daydream about him - his smooth dark olive skin, jet black hair, dark eyes, nice white even teeth which he flashed in a ready and beautiful smile and well-sculpted body would attract any girl. I entertained myself by musing about his cock. 'How long was his dick? It looked pretty good in his trunks.' Javier's girlfriend, Gloria, and I were good friends so my daydreams about Javier were just idle lust without intent. He set up the umbrella in the sand while I went into the waves. After getting refreshed in the water I joined him on the beach. I had progressed in my daydream to thinking about sucking Javier off. 'Would he let me do that? How would he act as I sucked him? How would he taste? Salty like Tom or would it be an ammonia taste like the guy I sucked in college?' Even my limited experience had introduced me to these nuances of oral sex. Tom joined us. The daydream had me aroused and had successfully alleviated the anxious feelings that I had started the day with. I had never fantasized in such detail about sucking off a man. I realized that my escapades of the day before had changed me. I had never craved sucking dick like that before. I asked Javier about his relationship with Gloria. We talked about relationships in general. Javier began relating his feelings about one of his previous girlfriends. He told us how pretty she was and that she was from a wealthy family. "That girl loved me too, but…." But what?" I asked. "She just wasn't adventurous enough." "Ooh la la, tell me more," I laughed. "What wouldn't she do?" He laughed, a little embarrassed. "I don't think you want the details," he said. Tom piped up, "Come on; tell us what the rich bitch wouldn't do." "She wasn't a bitch," Javier said, "she was a very nice girl, and there were some things that she had never done and for me that was a problem, to be frank." "So, you couldn't get her to go down on you?" I asked. I was enjoying this conversation. Javier, warming to the conversation replied "Well, if you want to know, she did learn to go down on me, but, she wouldn't finish the job shall we say." "Ahh, I see" I said in mock seriousness, "The bitch wouldn't swallow!" We all laughed. "Yes, well..." Javier stammered, smiled and left it there. Tom picked up the thread, "How about you Sandy, do you give Jeff head?" I laughed. "Never," I said, "but I think it's cool, I mean if a girl wants to do that for a guy." Now Javier was intrigued. "What do you mean by that? Why don't you do it if you think it's cool?" "I mean that I think it's great if a girl wants to please her man by sucking him off. I just don't have that feeling for Jeff." "It doesn't gross you out?" Tom asked with a twinkle in his eye. "No," I said, "I could do that to a guy if I really dug him." Javier arched his eyebrows, "Cool," he said. "Cool," Tom agreed, "but would you swallow?" I paused before replying and then said seriously, "Yes, I'd swallow if I really wanted to please him." Javier and Tom then swapped stories of the best blowjobs they had received. Tom, particularly, going into explicit detail regarding girls swallowing his jism. He told about one girl who sucked his dick in her kitchen when her husband was right outside on the deck. "You're kidding," said Javier. "No, true story, he was right there on the deck while she was gobbling my cock. Sweet little cocksucker too." Tom winks at me. I smile back. Javier looks at both of us with some curiosity. "This is probably not the right conversation to be having in your presence, is it Sandy?" Javier says. "Don't let me spoil your fun. I'm okay with it." I continued listening intently to their conversation determined not to be put off by the topic. It was quite entertaining. I know they were enjoying talking so explicitly about blowjobs and girls swallowing cum in front of me thinking it would embarrass me. "So, you've never swallowed a guy Sandy?" Javier asked after a while. "I didn't exactly say that, I just said I never gave Jeff a real blowjob." "So, answer my question," said Javier. "I've sucked guys off a few times, yes" I said. "Swallowed?" Tom bored in. "Yes, I swallowed once," I said giving Tom a hard stare. "The other times I was a spitter." "Oh no," said Javier "not a spitter!" I laughed. We all laughed. Tom didn't want to let the subject drop. "So, did you enjoy swallowing it?" I hesitated a bit and then said softly, "Yeah, I did." I turned away from the conversation and picked up my novel, The Heart of the Matter by Graham Greene, and tried to read it but my mind was racing with thoughts of sucking the dicks of cute guys. The others had gone into town to get some groceries. Tom, Javier and I went back to the house when they arrived to prepare a meal. "Damn'" Gloria said, "No fucking ice." "Shit," Jeff agreed, "we needed to get ice." Debbie asked Tom to go back to town and get ice. My evil mind awoke. "I need some things" I said. "Like what?" Jeff asked. "Tampons and some stuff for my hair" I lied. "Well, you go and get some ice as well." Tom volunteered, "I'll drive but you have to go in and buy the tampons." "Don't be such a pussy, buying tampons won't hurt your macho image" I said to Tom, but he insisted that I had to go if tampons were on the list. I hoped that little charade had disguised my true intentions well enough. We set off in his car not saying a word to each other. Tom drove down the beach road and out of sight of the house. Then he turned on the main road to town but took the next beach road on the other side of the main road and drove about a mile to a quiet parking area. He turned the car off and turned towards me. I put my hand on his crotch and began to rub. We still had not spoken since leaving the house. He leaned back and I felt his cock get hard as I continued to massage the front of his swimsuit. I pulled his trunks down to his knees and clutched his long dick in my right hand. I gently grasped his balls with my left hand and began jacking him off. I went at it slowly but with a firm grip, savoring the feeling of his stiff dick as I stroked him, my eyes focused on the inviting purple head. I made occasional glances at his eyes seeking his approval. I slid from my seat to the floorboard and bowed forward so that my face was close to his cock. The head of his dick was now a little creamy. I was now feeling quite relaxed and remembering some instructions on 'how to give a blowjob' from girlfriends of mine, I rubbed the head gently and leisurely around my face. On my forehead, across my closed eyes, on my cheeks, leaving a trace of sperm where I rubbed it. I licked his shaft several times like it was a lollipop. I licked the head slowly pausing to collect a bit of his ooze. Next, I deliberately inhaled his entire cock, using a lot of spit while pushing my lips hard against his shaft and applying as much suction as I could. I pushed my mouth down his shaft until my nose was buried hard in his pubic hair. I relaxed the pressure of my lips a bit and began moving my head up and down his erect dick. Little squeals of desire slipped from me with every thrust of my mouth down the shaft of his cock. His hands rested gently on my head. He began to arch his back and push his hips up. He exerted some pressure on my head as he sought to penetrate my mouth more deeply. I was in absolute heaven, truly cum-crazed. I was getting additional stimulation by grinding my pussy against his foreleg. My bobbing head and tightened lips continued working on his dick for several minutes. When I sensed from his squirms that he was approaching climax I pulled my head up with some effort so I could catch his spurting semen in the front of my mouth. Again I felt the warm, fresh saltiness of his jizz shoot against the roof of my mouth. It was a full and satisfying mouthful. I held his cum on my tongue letting the taste, warmth and feel of it penetrate my senses while I sat up looking at him. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue a little so he could see his handiwork. He peered at my mouth like a dentist, nodding in approval at the substantial wad of creamy sperm I held on my tongue. Closing my mouth and keeping my eyes on his I swallowed with a dramatic gulp and put my hand on my throat. "Thank you Tom," I said solemnly. They were the first words we had spoken since getting in the car. "God, I love sucking you off." I blushed, suddenly embarrassed by my admission. He understood and finally said, "Hey, it's okay, I enjoy it too, you know." "I can't believe you told Javier about the blowjob in the kitchen!" Tom laughs. "He didn't have a clue I was talking about you." "I know, actually it was fun hearing you talk about it like it was some other person - why don't you tell that story to Jeff as well." "I'll do that. Will that please you?" "Yes, somehow that titillates me (laughing). But disguise the setting, please." "He'll never guess you are the girl I'm telling him about." "Tom, does Debbie ever go down on you?" "Are you kidding? Hell no. She wouldn't put a dick in her mouth for anything. We fuck occasionally – that's it." "She never sucks your dick?" "No. Once, before we got married, she took it in her mouth. I could tell she was revolted. She wouldn't suck on it. She just doesn't like it." "It's her loss," I said. Tom smiled at me and ran his hand down the side of my face. "I feel bad cheating on her with you, she's my friend. Are you and Debbie happy?" "Hmm, happy? Sure, I guess. We get along fine and we fuck occasionally. She's not very adventurous but she keeps the house neat and clean like I want it, she's pretty, and she doesn't make too many demands. So, I guess I'm happy enough. Don't you feel bad about cheating on Jeff?" "No. Not a bit, honestly. I deserve some…some sex with a passionate guy, I need it and Jeff just doesn't deliver. He and I don't have much in common and I can't say I'm happy in my marriage. Maybe, I feel a little strange about having sex with his best friend but I'm not sorry. Are you?" "No, no. You're the sweetest little piece of ass I've had in a while baby. I don't regret letting you suck my dick at all. Now, I'd regret it if Jeff found out and got mad at me." "He won't find out Tom. I sure won't tell him, ever. I promise." He smiled and kissed me. "So, we can continue this? You'll see me when we can arrange it?" "Yes. I'm up for it Tom, but very discrete right?" "Yes, discretion is key. That's why they have motels Sandy." After the blowjob we completed our errands bringing the ice and tampons back to the beach house. Debbie, Gloria and I prepared lunch for the men. I had to force myself to eat since my tummy was upset again by Tom's sperm. After lunch we all migrated out to the deck and relaxed with more margaritas and beer. I drained my glass and wandered away from the group. I went downstairs and began packing up some of the beach stuff we had brought with us just because I was restless and didn't want to be around Jeff or Tom. Gloria wandered down a few minutes later and began helping me. Gloria was a lovely girl who was two years younger than me. She worked as a receptionist at a doctor's office and went to community college part-time. Gloria had a spectacular figure – great tits, and a curvy body, nice ass. She had shiny dark brown hair that flowed down almost to her waist, light olive complexion, sultry feline eyes, a sculpted nose, and full pouty lips. She was quite pretty and liked to dress sexy - usually in tight low rise jeans or similar pants with several inches of her lovely bare tummy showing below her bellybutton. Her lovely bare tummy invited your eyes to gaze on her mesmerizing crotch just below. She often wore heels and sparkly jewelry, with bright red lipstick and dark eye makeup to accentuate her lovely mouth and exotic eyes. She and Javier were a very attractive couple. That weekend at the beach she wore a true bikini – just barely keeping her tits contained so that the nipples didn't poke out the top and her tiny suit bottom so tight and cut so high that her alluring pubic mound was quite evident. All the guys lusted after her and watched her shamelessly. To keep them from drooling too much she would wear a light blouse over her bathing suit when we were in the house. We were good friends. She was my running buddy when I wanted to go out dancing. Jeff wouldn't go dancing with me but he was okay with me going with Gloria. She and I would hit one or more of the Latin dance bars around town and have a great time. We danced with lots of guys as well as each other but it was all innocent fun - girls just have to dance. We chatted. Then she asked, "What's with you and Tom?" "What do you mean?" "I can tell when two people are trying too hard to ignore each other and that trip to town was a little too convenient in my opinion. You two have been up to something." I stared at her like I had been caught stealing. She was smiling. I grimaced, "Busted" I said. She laughed good-naturedly. I knew I could trust Gloria. "So, tell me." "Okay, well, I…I...I gave him a blowjob when we went into town." "Oooo, hot! Cheatin' on hubby, I thought so. How was it? How far did you guys go?" I rolled my eyes and gave her a long look. "It was great and we went all the way," I tried to say in a blasé tone. "No! He came in your mouth?" she asked incredulously. "Yeah, he did," I shrugged. "Oh my God, and?" "And what? I asked back still trying to avoid the details she wanted. "What did you do? Did you swallow it?" "Yes, of course I did," I said trying to sound matter of fact. "Wow, you're my hero girl," she said in jest. We laughed and hugged. "It was sooo cool," I said abandoning any pretense that it wasn't a big deal, "He has a great body. It was the first time I've ever swallowed cum; and, I must admit that I liked the whole experience." "Really? You liked the cum? Ewww. I bet a big guy like that has a big dick" she said, "I've always wondered how little Debbie could handle him." I laughed, "Yes, he has a great cock." "Have you two been doing this for a while?" "No, no, just this time." I decided quickly that there was no need to tell her about the activities of the previous day. "God, a secret blowjob at the beach, how cool," she said, "Don't let Jeff catch you." "No, I won't, don't worry. Did any of the others suspect anything when we went to town?" "No one said anything so I don't think so." She paused and then said thoughtfully, "Javier loves me to give head, I guess all men do." "Yes, I think so." "But I've never been a swallower," Gloria confided. I thought to myself that based on the story Javier told at the beach, she wasn't going to keep him without swallowing his jizz. "You're so pretty," I said, gently stroking her cheek with my fingertips, "I don't think you have to be a swallower to please a man – but, you could probably learn to do it if it's that important to him." "You're sweet," she said. "Is this just a fling with Tom or more?" "It's just a fling but I don't know that Jeff and I will stay together, I just don't love him. I'm not sure I ever did. How about you and Javier?" I asked. "I don't know what the future holds. He'd dump me for a girl like you (laughing)." "You mean a slutty cum swallower?" "Yes, exactly," she giggled. We both laughed. "I'll have to try it," she said seriously. "I know lots of girls do it so it can't be that bad." "It's not bad at all…for me anyway. All of a sudden I like it." I shrugged my shoulders and smiled at her. We let the swallowing topic and the discussion of my infidelity rest there. I liked her and admired her beauty. As we continued chatting about people I found myself becoming sexually aroused by her loveliness. I had realized some time ago that I was physically attracted to her and it didn't bother me. I had never had a sexual encounter with another woman but the thought of it, particularly with Gloria was pleasing. I had never wanted to take action on my sexual feelings towards her as strongly as I did at that time - I wanted to kiss her inviting mouth and suck on her voluptuous breasts. I wanted to kneel in front of her and kiss her beautiful smooth tummy. I wanted to taste her wet pussy and stimulate her magical clitoris with my tongue. I wanted to bring her to a bucking orgasm and then do it again and again. I'd had such feelings for her before and had never acted on them, and I wasn't about to, but I thought how strange it was that I should be so attracted to her on the same weekend that I had engaged in unprecedented (for me) and wicked sex with a man who wasn't my husband. 'Just what kind of nympho-slut was I becoming?' I asked myself and laughed out loud. Gloria gave me a puzzled look. Slim Voyager "What?" she asked. I smiled at her. "Nothing. Just a funny thought." The rest of the day and evening were uneventful except for my roiling fantasies. The guys continued to drink themselves into semi-consciousness. Gloria, Debbie and I sat apart from them and smoked some of my pot. I found myself continuing to yearn for Gloria. I knew I would go down on her pussy if the situation was right. This daydream mingled with my earlier fantasy about Javier. A threesome with both of them would be too hot! I fantasized about Gloria and I taking turns sucking on his dick and then Gloria drooling Javier's cum into my waiting mouth as I crouched catlike below her with my face upturned. Then she would follow the cum to my mouth with her lips and Javier's sperm would lubricate our passionate kiss. I would slide down her radiant body gently biting her tempting nipples each in turn and then spreading her legs I would immerse my face in her steaming pussy. 'Yes,' I thought, 'I could go for that.' Javier would mount me from behind and slam his long dick into me while I brought Gloria to wonderful climax. I was dripping wet by this point in my fantasy. I thought 'What the hell is wrong with me? Something's changed.' Some screw had come loose or mental wall had crumbled or was it that a light had dawned? I put down the pot and made myself dwell on my novel and its sad world-weary characters struggling to find a bit of comfort in their colonial exile. In the morning we packed up and headed back to San Antonio. Gloria gave me a sly wink when she caught me gazing at Tom. I nodded towards Javier and made a crude gesture with my mouth open like I was sucking a dick. Gloria broke into a loud laugh. None of the others had seen my gesture. It was just a private joke between the two of us I explained. I hardly said a word as Jeff and I drove back to San Antonio. I came to the conclusion that I was going to have to play out this sexual fever that had gripped me. I wouldn't repress it, although I would be discrete in my debauchery. This sudden enjoyment of performing oral sex on men was exhilarating and I could feel in my bones that I was going to have to have a lot more of that. I also seriously wanted to get it on with Gloria and I wondered if that would be possible. 'Was I really a lesbian?' It was clear that I liked girls but it seemed apparent that sex with men was still on the agenda. Perhaps the threesome idea with Javier was the way to go, and there would be no hardship in fucking him. I smiled to myself and dozed off until we pulled into our driveway. I fucked Jeff that evening just because I was so horny over my fantasies. He was surprised by my attention and seemed grateful for it. It was our first sex in weeks, and even though it was a pretty good fuck there was little joy in it. As I reached my orgasm with Jeff I fantasized Javier mounted between my legs and plunging his dick into my pussy repeatedly. I could visualize his lithe body rocking hard against me as he fucked me like a wanton slut. I wondered if Jeff was fucking someone else in his mind. 'He works with a very cute blond girl with big tits who is also an associate in his office – Karen is her name I think. They could be fucking each other during lunch for all I know, or having blowjobs in the car.' I hoped they were. 'She was married but if I read her right she was available sexually to a man willing to show her some attention. Perhaps she suffers from the same lack of passion in her marriage that I feel.' I didn't want Jeff to be lonely and didn't want to hurt him, but I didn't love him anymore. I was thinking about a number of other people that I wanted, and intended, to fuck when Jeff rolled off me after having shot his load in my pussy. I felt strangely detached from my body. I lay apart from Jeff and calmed myself and then, drifted off to sleep by visualizing Javier's naked body, with his long dick swaying gently between his legs, as he surveyed my ravished body in triumph after having his way with me. * * * * * Chapter Two: Boating on the Seine But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover ! A savage place ! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover ! And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing, A mighty fountain momently was forced : Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail : And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. - From "Kubla Khan" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge On Tuesday morning I had to go to work after the long weekend. Jeff leaves the house early, 6:30 am usually. I didn't have to be at the restaurant until 10 am, so I had some time to myself. For a while I drank coffee, read the newspaper and reflected on the wickedness and depravity I had fallen into. 'What was I doing? Where was I heading with this affair with Tom? These feelings for Gloria and Javier? This marriage to Jeff?' I didn't know the answer to any of these interesting questions but they were more a matter of curiosity than concern. 'What would be would be.' I took my shower, shaved my legs and underarms, and trimmed my bush. I looked at my nude body in the mirror. I had never regretted not having big tits. Mine were very small but that could look good too, I thought. I had dark pink nipples that stick out pertly. They helped the appearance of my breasts. I liked the look of my pussy as well. I had my pubic hair stylishly trimmed in a neat close-cropped triangle. My labia were fairly smooth and showed no stretching. When I spread them a healthy dark-rose colored vaginal opening appeared. It was an attractive pussy that any man (or woman for that matter) might find enticing. I finished dressing, putting on my skirt, pantyhose, bra, and blouse. I could often get away with not wearing a bra but this was a silky red blouse that my nips showed through, and while showing nipples through your clothes was fine in many settings, it was not considered appropriate for the assistant restaurant manager, I had been told. 'Sensible shoes today. That's it. I could be going to Sunday school.' I fished out my small pearl necklace; 'I'll add this to have a little more sophistication' I thought. I liked the way the necklace looked when I wore a dark color top. The restaurant was in its usual state of controlled chaos as everyone was trying to get ready for lunch opening at 11 am. I was responsible for managing the restaurant on Tuesday through Thursday on a 10 am to 6 pm schedule (although many weekdays I could leave as early as 2 pm) and then on Friday and Saturday I worked the 6 pm to 2 am schedule. Every other Saturday I got the 10 am to 6 pm slot instead of the late night gig. I was off on Sundays and Mondays. I found it tolerable if I had to work at all. I got along well with the other employees - waiters, waitresses, bartenders, cooks, hostesses, and other managers. The restaurant was a pleasurable atmosphere and the clientele was upscale – business people generally. On the weekends we had a soft jazz combo that played and made the atmosphere really mellow. I had started working here over two years ago so I was very familiar with it. There was a decent crowd for lunch. Right at two o'clock I got a phone call from Tom. "Hey kid, how are you?" 'He thinks he's so fucking suave,' I thought to myself. I said, "I'm good big guy. What's up?" "Well, I want to see you. You're all I can think about." I laughed. "I don't believe that." "Well, it's true," he said, "meet me over here at Ernesto's." "Right now?" "Yes, right now, I'll get us a room at the La Quinta down the street, baby." I thought 'Don't call me 'baby',' but I said "Hmm, horny little bastard aren't you?" He laughed. "Yes, I am." "I'll be there in 15 minutes. Bye." I slipped into the chair next to him at the bar at Ernesto's. He gave me a quick kiss. I thought to myself, 'This feels awkward, like I'm supposed to greet him as his girlfriend. I don't feel like his girlfriend. I'm his secret lover maybe, but not his fucking girlfriend.' "Let's go," I said before the bartender had a chance to see what I wanted. I stood up and jerked my head towards the door. Tom gulped his drink and laid some money on the bar pointing at it to the bartender. We went to the motel in my car. I waited in the car while he got a room. He came back out and told me the number and then he went on to the room while I parked the car. I had to knock on the door of the room which faced the busy street feeling like a million eyes were watching me. Alone with him in the motel room I felt very tawdry and cheap - not naughty, just low rent. The setting was pretty grim and awkward, kind of pathetic really. He rubbed my shoulders sensing I was uncomfortable, but I just couldn't relax in that place. "I don't know if I can fuck you here, Tom," I said. "It's so…so calculated and it just makes me feel like a loser. When I sucked you off this weekend it was spontaneous and passionate and joyful. This is cold and mechanical and sad, I don't know." I had turned so that he was behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders firmly but gently and stepping close he pulled me against him. He kneaded the back of my shoulders to relax me. I could feel his erection against my butt and this ignited some interest in me. He hunched my rear and slid his hands down to my breasts which he squeezed with some force, pinching my nipples lightly between his fingers. I turned in his embrace to face him. We kissed softly and romantically for a long moment. I ran my hands down the front of his shirt to either side of his waist. He kissed me again and one hand raised my skirt up and then skillfully slipped between my legs, rubbing my crotch. I spread my legs a little to give him some room to operate. Then he slipped the same hand down my panties and began rubbing my pussy. My resistance was crumbling. He nodded towards the bed and I let him take me down on my back. He fell beside me and unzipped my skirt and slipped it off. I sat up and took off my blouse. He got up and undressed as I pulled off my panties. In a moment we were both naked. I was lying on my back on the bed and he approached me, his big dick sticking out in front. He enjoyed watching me look at his dick. It was hard to ignore - bouncing up and down excitedly. He straddled me placing his knees on either side of my chest. He placed a pillow under my head and leaned over me aiming his dick at my mouth. I lifted my head and swaying it towards him took his cock deep in my mouth, he sighed with pleasure and began to rock back and forth trying to fuck my mouth. I coordinated my head bobbing for utmost effect. I motioned him to go slow. When he would thrust forward I tried to push my head towards him to achieve maximum penetration for him. I gagged and had to fight a bit of panic when I had the sensation that I may actually choke on his cock, but after a few moments I got the hang of taking his cock all the way to the hilt and letting it go as deep as possible in my throat. Breathing through my nose, I held him there by grabbing his butt and keeping my forehead pressed hard against his abdomen. He kept rocking with his hips but as I held on tightly, he was rocking me with him. When he would thrust his hips forward my whole torso undulated with him, his cock remaining deeply planted in my throat. I pulled back twice to gulp some air because his dick interfered with my breathing when it was that deep and it was hard to get enough air through my nose when I was so excited. After getting a breath I positioned his cock straight into my mouth and slid it smoothly through my mouth, past my gagging reflex, until it found its place deep in my throat. He grabbed me on either side of my torso and pulled me firmly against him while thrusting hard with his hips again. 'Throat – fucking they call this' I thought to myself. Then, he began to cum, I heard him grunt and felt the shudder that signaled his orgasm. I only faintly felt his sperm spurting down my throat and directly into my stomach. He fell away from me. I'd been fucked in the mouth. I gasped for air and closed my eyes to concentrate on feeling his jism in my belly. I had a taste of his cum in my mouth and wanting more, I leaned over and milked a last few drops out of his softening dick with my lips. In the afterglow of the throat-fuck I truly felt used as a 'cum-catcher.' I quivered as a frisson of guilty pleasure shot up my spine. Even the seedy hotel now seemed to be an appropriate part of the sensation of pleasurable degradation that I felt. 'Okay,' I thought to myself, 'getting throat fucked in the La Quinta is now part of my resume.' "I love feeling your cum in my stomach," I told him. "What do you feel?" "It's just an upset tummy but I like to visualize your sperm swimming in there." "You nasty thing." "Yes, I'm just a cumslut. I told you before that I had never swallowed cum until I did it with you this weekend." "You're kidding?" "No, it's the truth. You don't listen to me. I told you that before when we were fucking under the house. It was the first time, and now I just can't get enough." "That's very cool." "You sick bastard, you've turned me into a cock-sucking cumslut and you're proud of it." "Yes, I am, it's what I do." He giggled. I hit him playfully with my fist on his chest. "Tom, listen, I want to be clear. I'm just looking for some fun with you. I just want to be your sex toy when we're together but nothing more." "Oooo, I like that." "I'm serious, I just want you to make use of me however you like for sex, within some limits and I'm willing to push my limits, but let's not confuse this with any romance. I don't love you and I don't want you to love me. I'm not your girlfriend I'm just your… your cum-catcher. No strings, right? When it's over it's over. Right?" He looked at me and said seriously, "I got it, right, no strings, just my cum-catcher." He grinned at the word. "Please Tom," I said stroking his face with my hand, "Just fuck me, anyway you like, any time we can, but don't give me a second thought when I'm not with you." "I got it Sandy; we'll just fuck, nothing more." We lay on the bed naked for a few minutes both looking vacantly at the ceiling until I sat up and leaned over his crotch. I bent down and moved his flaccid dick to one side with my hand and then pushed against his inner thighs with my hands to spread his legs a bit. Lowering my head to him, I stuck out my tongue and let it rest extended against his balls. I moved it around covering the front of his scrotum with my saliva. Then I gently sucked his entire scrotum with both balls into my mouth. I massaged each of his balls in turn with my tongue and palate. I could feel him getting aroused; his dick twitched to life and flopped against my cheek. I released his balls and they drooled out of my mouth as I moved my head down further between his legs so that I could lick behind his scrotum. I pulled him towards me and he rolled on top of me. My head was then between his legs and pointed towards his feet. I licked carefully along the raised line of skin that ran from the back of his scrotum towards his anal opening. I spread his cheeks and allowed my tongue to continue to his anus. I pushed through the sense of revulsion at the faint anal odor and I slipped my tongue in and slowly pressed it against the sides of his anus as I circled it once, then again. He moaned with pleasure. I pulled back out of his legs and looked at him. He rolled onto his back and I focused once more on his erect dick. I went to it and placed my mouth over the head of his cock and began sucking up and down the full length of his shaft as I hovered over him. His dick then became fully hard and excited. I gave him an alluring look and batted my eyelids. "How do you want me?" I cooed. He was quick to answer, "On your knees, bending over, you know on all fours." "Okay, like this?" I said assuming the position. "Yes." He pulled himself up and handling me roughly he positioned me for rear entry. I felt him pull me against his abdomen and he pressed one hand hard against my upper back. I let him press my head down to the bed while staying on my knees so that my pussy presented itself to him behind me. He then grabbed the sides of my ass and furiously pulled me hard onto his dick thrusting in me to the hilt in one savage move. I screamed in painful pleasure. He began throwing me hard back and forth while he plunged into me again and again. He fucked me hard and fast like I was a rag doll, a thing for his use. It was wonderful. The bed was shaking, I was letting out yelps with every thrust, and he was grunting and sweating. Tom worked hard pumping his cock deep into me and then pulling back and then rapidly skewering me again on the full length of his dick. We kept going at it like this for several minutes until I exploded with orgasm making a wavering high pitched moan that continued as he kept slamming into my pussy. I felt him wobble and he dug his fingers deeply into the sides of my ass. He let out a final groan and dropped away. 'Now that's a good fucking,' I thought to myself as I lay motionless letting my butt remain hiked up in the air with my knees still bent under me. Slowly I flopped on my side. I looked at Tom. He was lying motionless on his back with his eyes closed. "You're an animal," I said. "Thank you," he said. "You're some good pussy." I took that as a real compliment. I thought, 'what more could I want than being known as 'good pussy?' It's part of what women aspire to, even if it's expressed rather crudely. Everyone wants to be thought of as sexually desirable.' "Do you fuck lots of girls Tom? I mean, do you have affairs regularly?" "Mmm, I don't know about 'lots,' but, yes I see a number of women from time to time." "And, you bring them here to the lovely La Quinta?" He laughed. "Well, don't get jealous, but yes, I bring a few of them here." "I thought so. Aren't these your initials carved in the headboard here?" I said laughing. "Oh, quit it. I'm not the slut you think I am. Well, maybe I am but if you were married to Debbie what would you do?" "I think I am married to the male counterpart of Debbie and this is what I'm doing about it." We smiled at each other and then kissed. "So, tell me who you've fucked here at the La Quinta that I would know." "Let's see, there's Yvette…." "Yvette Anderson? That whore!" "She's not so bad and she has a great body." "I'm teasing, but she has been rumored to fuck half the guys in the neighborhood, which is okay by me." "Who else?" "Gloria." "Bullshit! She wouldn't let you touch her, besides she's got Javier." "I'm teasing now, no, I haven't had Gloria, yet." "Right, 'yet,' keep dreaming." "I fucked Maryanne Cramer in here a couple of weeks ago, for real." "Ooo, she's hot, that's very cool. Is she still with her husband?" "Yes. She's still married. Great body and lots of fun to fuck. Also, she can suck a dick like you wouldn't believe, but…." "But what?" "She won't swallow. When she sucks me she let's me cum on her chest and throat and if I push it, on her face, but not in her mouth." "She's pretty. Beautiful long brown hair, sultry eyes, olive skin. I bet she is a good fuck. I'd like to eat her pussy." "Sandy! Really, you'd eat her pussy?" "Well, I've never done it, but, I won't lie, I'm attracted to some girls and that includes Maryanne." "God, I'd love to see two in action with each other." "Why don't you arrange a threesome? I'd be game." "Hmm, she told me to fuck off the last time I talked to her. I think she has another guy fucking her."