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What Happened That Summer Ch. 01

By: val wrangler



While I was away studying two summers ago, I had a fling with someone.

I need to write this account of what happened. Heaven knows it's completely occupied my mind ever since. I guess it wouldn't be overstating things to say that it's consumed my life, leaving me just dazed and confused. As time has gone on, my confusion has become worse rather than better. I'm hoping by writing everything out I might be able to not only understand what happened, but why it happened, and why I did what I did. There was temptation and I succumbed.

Letting someone else have me was horribly wrong. I know that only too well. It was a terrible thing to do, considering I was married -- and I love my husband very much. How could I have betrayed him so badly? I have to take full responsibility for that. I've always thought of myself as a person who is in control of her life. There are reasons why I found myself in bed with a person not my husband, but there can be no excuses. I had choices, and I succumbed in a moment of weakness. I have realized since that my downfall started many months earlier.

I'm five-five and have long red hair. Men really seem to love that. My red mane and creamy skin have always gotten me noticed. I guess I'm pretty because men always tell me that. So here I was taking my clothes off in front of someone I didn't know all that well, which surprised me. I probably wouldn't have done it eighteen months ago because at that point I was carrying about twenty-five extra pounds. My husband said he didn't mind, but then he would say that, wouldn't he? 

So one day, looking at myself in our full-length mirror, I decided it was time to get serious about being in shape. It started with running, but eventually led to weightlifting (those dumbbell thingies) and other exercising, especially for my butt which seemed pretty flabby and in danger of becoming rather wide.

From all that work, I finally had a body I could be proud of. There was pretty well no "extra padding" on me anymore, and I was particularly proud of my hard tummy and the muscles on my arms and legs -- and butt. The only unfortunate thing was that my breasts had gotten smaller. Still, they had long and very sensitive nipples. My husband loved those.

Regardless, as my weight went down and my muscle tone improved, men started really noticing, and not just at school where every male is horny. I could get chatted up wherever I went. One time after a concert this really good-looking older man (probably the father of a student) stopped me on the way out of the hall and told me how much he enjoyed watching me play.

We chatted a bit more and then he said it. 

"All I could look at was your cello between your legs and wish that it was me. I know I'm way out of line, saying that, but, well, there it is. Want to join me for a drink?"

Of course, I scurried away thinking, What a pervert! But after a few days, my imagination took over and I wondered what it might have been like going with him that night. I was surprised how horny it got me. I've never masturbated a lot, but I did for a few weeks before the fantasy started to fade. It was sort of fun and naughty and gave me a charge even though I knew I would NEVER do something like that. Or so I thought...

A bit more background: My downfall took place while I was taking part in a summer program for advanced students where they brought in guest conductors, then we rehearsed for a week with them, and played a concert. The level was very high, the guest artists fantastic and inspiring -- and the whole thing was free! All you had to do was get accepted into the program. I learned so much from taking part.

But it meant being away from my new husband (something we were both really not happy about) for two months. I was over the moon for the opportunity since the orchestra was professional-level and it was huge step forward for my career. Since my husband is also a musician, he did understand.

The days were hectic, filled with rehearsals and practicing. I was one of only four married people there, but the students' ages ranged from one kid as young as sixteen to a couple of women who were two years older than I was (twenty-two at the time). We were all on two floors in the dorm which weren't divided by gender. I was rooming with my friend Karen, an oboist I knew from university, but there were guys rooming on both sides of our room. It was sort of weird to walk down the hall to the showers, but I soon got used to it.

Right from the start, evenings (when we usually didn't rehearse) were for partying. There was some alcohol, mostly beer, no drugs to speak of, but we all danced our asses off most nights, or sat and talked until all hours. I gravitated to a group of older students. It included all the married students where the guys and girls kept their distance at the start of the two months -- but that didn't last.

The atmosphere in the place became more and more sexually-charged as we all got to know each other and people paired off. Most everyone had boyfriends or girlfriends back home, but it didn't seem to matter after awhile. I'll admit that being without regular sex, plus being around all those out-of-control hormones added to my horniness, until I was sneaking back to my room nearly every night to play with myself under the covers in case Karen should come in unexpectedly.

About a week before the end of the program is when it happened. One single guy in our group, Claudio, didn't seem as if he was always on the make. I believe he'd done it with one girl about halfway through the course, but she had to go home due to some family difficulties, so obviously, it didn't last.

I have to be honest and admit I sort of did have the hots for Claudio all summer long, but I tried to keep everything cool. He seemed kind of interested in me, but I think that gold band around the finger on my left hand caused him to not act on his feelings. He was friendly, but never overtly came on to me, but you know how it is when someone has interest, you just pick up "that vibe". Several times when I was wearing some particularly tight jeans, he and some of the guys wolf-whistled at me in a good-natured way. Since I'd spent the past year toning my body, I knew I looked good in them, and their response made me feel good about myself, but like I said, I stayed cool.

It didn't help that Claudio was completely the type of male I find physically interesting: about six feet tall, wiry, dark hair, beautiful green eyes and nice full lips. He also had a ready smile, and though he obviously knew he was good-looking, he could also laugh at himself quite easily. I'd sometimes find myself staring at him without realizing it. He was friendly, too, and a very talented musician (violin). A couple of times we found a quiet room and played duets. Violin and cello do go so well together.

Talking with my husband, David, on the phone once or twice a week was hard on both of us. We missed each other so much, and being not that long married, we both really missed the sex. After those calls, I'd always be so hot that I'd have to rush back to the room to bring myself off -- sometimes twice. He'd almost always ask if I was behaving myself. Until that last week, I could be 100% honest. If I was feeling playful, I'd tell him I needed to masturbate occasionally, knowing that always drives him nuts.

On the Saturday at the beginning of our last week, we'd just played our best concert yet, and since everyone was sort of manic about our success, the after-concert party was quite a blow-out. As things progressed, people were kissing openly on the dance floor or in dark corners, and I'll bet there was a lot more going on that I didn't notice!

About eleven o'clock, Claudio came over and asked if I wanted to dance. We'd danced a number of times before, but never with any regularity, and only for one or two slow tunes. That night, the very first dance was a slow one. Normally, I had kept some distance when dancing with other guys, but that night, my guard was down a bit, and I was more than a little horny. So I just let Claudio pull me in really tightly. He had his hands on my lower back, and I had mine over his shoulders as we swayed to the beat. 

"I'm going to be sorry when next Saturday rolls around," he said.

"I know what you mean. This summer has been fantastic."

He brought his mouth closer to my ear. "That's not what I meant. I've really enjoyed getting to know you. You're such a passionate musician and a very beautiful woman."

I turned my head up to look at him, and that's when it happened. He instantly lowered his lips to mine, and without really thinking clearly about it, our lips met.

It was as if a spark leapt from his mouth to mine, and descended straight down my body to my groin. I instantly burst into sexual flames. I couldn't control my response, couldn't hold back. Our kisses deepened, tongues moving together feverishly and I felt Claudio's hands cupping my ass, pulling me into him. In a corner of my mind, I was freaking out that this was happening, but I seemed powerless to tell him no, that I was married and should not be doing this! That's what weeks of no sex will do, I suppose.

We continued to kiss as the song went on. I dropped my hands to Claudio's waist and he continued kneading my buns.

When our kiss broke for a moment, he said into my ear again, "You have such a beautiful ass, I've wanted to hold it like this all summer."

My answer was to kiss him again, with more passion than ever. I knew I should have turned and run, but Claudio's hot kisses were doing really affecting me. All the pent up erotic heat of a summer spent in such a sexually-charged atmosphere just erupted with that first meeting of our lips.

Too soon the song ended and the next one was fast, so the immediate danger faded a bit. Part of me desperately wanted another slow one because I'd been enjoying rubbing myself against this man's very obvious and ample erection. Another part of me realized it was for the best, because I was clearly in danger of doing something I'd most heartily regret in the cold light of day. It was bad enough that I'd been kissing Claudio with such obvious passion. (Not that anyone probably noticed since the lights were low and everyone around us seemed to be making out.)

The new tune was one of those really funky ones made for letting yourself go. Claudio was a wonderful dancer and we easily slid into an easy groove together. Staring into each other's eyes, it was obvious what was still smoldering between us. He took my waist in both hands and we began to move in unison. When he turned me around, I pressed backwards and could feel his erection against my rear end. His hands slid up from my waist to near the side of my breasts. If he'd moved them even slightly forward they would have been on them. I should have firmly moved them back where they belonged, but my pulse was racing again and I actually felt sort of faint when I realized I wanted to feel his touch.

It's not like there hadn't been a lot of "dirty dancing" that summer, but I also knew that sooner or later someone couldn't fail to see Claudio and me going at it. With a week left in the program, word would spread around the place like wildfire since I was one of the few married students. Also, some of the guys had been hitting on me in a sort of oblique way I believed, and they'd certainly be interested that Claudio seemed to be on the verge of getting lucky. All those things passed through my mind as the song ended.

I fanned myself with my hand and laughed. Even to my ears it sounded strained. I could feel my face burning, a reflection of the fire inside me. "Wow, it's pretty hot in here tonight."

"Why don't we go outside for some fresh air?" Claudio asked.

Decision time. I could have easily said no and begged off, telling him I was tired. But if I'm going to be perfectly honest, I'd have to say that I didn't want to.

I kept my head enough to tell Claudio that I should go out first and he could meet me in ten minutes at the sundial in the center of the large garden around the back of the building. I thought I could use the time to decide if I really wanted to do what we both knew could certainly come next.

Outside, the cool night air of the mountains brought some clarity to my addled brain. Being truthful, I admitted that I really wanted to go farther with Claudio. Part of it was sheer horniness at being without my husband for nearly two months, part of it was that electricity that had shot between us during that first kiss (and Claudio is a handsome devil!), but another part was that I could feel his erection as we'd been bumping and grinding. The fact that I was turning someone on was adding to my horniness. His penis had felt rather large, too.

More confession time. I had a camp job I had five years ago and found only my second real boyfriend there, the other head counselor. We hooked up quickly and by halfway through the summer, I was pretty thoroughly in love with him. John and I got intimate, but I drew the line at intercourse, since I was not on the pill and petrified of getting pregnant. We did fool around a lot, though, nearly every night after the kids had been put to bed. We also spent a weekend at his parents' cottage. I'll never forget that! I came very close to losing my virginity that weekend. I didn't trust them, but if John had brought condoms, I would have let him take me. John wasn't all that much longer than my husband, but he was much bigger around. Frankly, I've always wondered what having something that fat up inside me would feel like. While we came very close (he was on top of me and I could feel his penis poking at my opening), at the last possible minute, I pulled back from the precipice.

Anyway, from my only boyfriend back in high school, I knew guys could be mollified by jerking them off, so I did that to John most nights we had heavy make-out sessions. A little hand cream tube stuffed in my jeans pocket and I was good to go. John had a lovely dick and I enjoyed playing with him -- a lot. During that weekend at his family's cottage, I really wanted to let him in, but didn't dare. What I did, though, was give him a blowjob, my first time doing that. It sent him into orbit, and once I got my head wrapped around actually doing something like that, I found I really enjoyed it, too. I even found swallowing what came out not too bad.

Though I was inexperienced, I got the hang of it quickly. I did it to him several more times that summer before we headed off to different universities for our freshman years, and eventually our relationship petered out. Funny thing was, I'd gotten myself on the pill at the student health clinic and was ready to give myself to him completely when he sent me a letter explaining that he'd gotten back together with his old girlfriend. Eventually, I let myself get dragged to an end-of-year party, got a bit drunk, went home with some guy I'd met, and finally lost my cherry. The actual event was pretty disappointing. The guy had no idea what he was doing and lasted about thirty seconds. He also was rather small.

Then I met David, my future husband, and boy, did he teach me a lot! The first night we were intimate (pretty soon into our relationship), he licked me to two fantastic orgasms. I knew about that, of course, but neither of my previous boyfriends had ever offered to do it. If John had, I probably would have let him do anything to me, condom or no condom!

All of this background is by way of saying that my plan was to meet with Claudio, make out some more (he was a great kisser!), and maybe we could each satisfy the other by some mutual masturbation or even oral sex.

That was a long ten minutes, and if Claudio hadn't been so prompt, I probably would have gone back inside to bed -- alone. But there he was, walking down one of the paths to where I was waiting by the sundial in the middle of a large garden. He stopped right in front of me.

"Claudio," I began.

"I know what you're going to say, Jill. We shouldn't be doing this. You're married."

I simply nodded, surprisingly disappointed.

"Something happened back at the dance," he continued, "something in that first wonderful kiss we shared."

"You felt it, too?"

"Oh, yes. I will never forget that kiss as long as I live." He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. "Kiss me like that again."

He was again gripping my ass, pulling my lower body hard against him, and I ground shamelessly against his erection as our lips and tongues danced together.

My brain wasn't too fogged yet. After a minute or two, I pulled away. "We should find someplace more private. Anybody could come along."

Claudio smiled wryly. "I told my roommate that I might need to use our room for an hour or two this evening. Don't worry, he'll keep his mouth shut." Then he looked at me seriously. "I'd really love to be alone with you."

If he hadn't asked like that, I might not have gone through with it. But I was pleased he was concerned enough about my reputation to have asked. I was aware there was a good chance I was being played a bit, but I felt I could trust him.

"As long as you're sure he won't blab," I answered. "Then, yes, I will go to your room with you."

"We should take the back stairs up separately. Since there might be people making out on the stairway, I'll go first and you follow a few minutes later. It's the first door on the left." (As if I didn't already know.)

I slipped into Claudio's room five minutes later. (There had been two couples making out on the stairs, and that had only made me hornier.) Only the light over one bed was on. I was shaking with nerves, frightened by what was happening, but by then I just had to get some relief. A good cum by someone else's hand (or mouth!) would feel so good after two months in this sexual hothouse.

Claudio had been sitting on the other bed, and suddenly feeling very shy, I stood with the closed door just behind me. He got up and plastered me against it. The heat from his body was incredible as we kissed furiously. I was completely consumed by lust almost instantly, and wrapping my left leg around his right, I shamelessly humped myself against him. For the first time I really understood what the term "in heat" means. My panties already felt sodden. And when I looked down a bit later, there was actually a wet spot on my jeans down between my legs.

We pulled apart enough to get at our clothes. Claudio pulled off my t-shirt, then I reached behind to unfasten my bra. He was instantly at my breasts. My nipples were so hard they hurt, but his hands on my breasts, teasing and pulling on the nipples had me on fire. I returned his kisses fiercely and eventually, one of his hands dropped down between my legs. His firm rubbing felt so damn good! Without thinking, I reached out with one hand to rub his cock through his jeans, using the other to steady myself against the door. His erection was enormous and very hard as I traced its length, nearly reaching the top of his jeans before I found the end of it.

It was time to tell him I really didn't want to make love -- but that moment passed and I didn't.

Before I could stop him, Claudio unsnapped my jeans and lowered the zipper. In a flash his hand was inside, snaking down into my panties. It felt heavenly as one finger traced between my drenched lips.

"You're very, very wet."

Now was the time to tell him. I groaned. "Claudio, I—"

He silenced me with another lustful kiss. I felt my control drifting further away.

I couldn't help myself. Using both hands, I loosened Claudio's belt and opened his jeans, moving them down his slim hips a few inches. Reaching inside his briefs, I touched his erection. Oh my God! It was so hard and hot -- and HUGE! I could barely wrap my hand around it and I have pretty long fingers. 


What Happened That Summer Ch. 01



Suddenly worried, I pulled back. "Claudio. I, um, I had no idea you were so big. I've never seen one this huge."

He compressed his lips. "Scared?"

I nodded.

"We don't have to make love, little one." He grinned impishly at me. "But we also don't have to stop having fun. If you don't want to make love, that's fine with me."

I should have been doing a happy dance that things wouldn't go too far and I'd get my orgasm without completely betraying my husband. For some stupid reason, I even thought he wouldn't blame me for needing to cum.

But all I felt was disappointment. Part of me was consumed with curiosity about what it would feel like to have that monster cock inside of me.

"You have lovely, long nipples, dear Jill. May I suck on them?"

Claudio bent and took my right nipple in his mouth. My knees buckled. The almost electrical shock of it went right down to my crotch. With increasing suction, he had my nipple far into his mouth. His hand was pulling and twisting the other one in the most delicious way. I couldn't stifle my moans, which only seemed to urge him on.

My hands stayed on his erection. I couldn't believe how goddamn thick and long it was.

Now that he had complete possession of my breasts, Claudio's hand got busy again between my legs. As my arousal ratcheted up, all I could think of was finally having a really satisfying orgasm. I forgot all about his penis, although my hand was still holding it.

He stopped sucking. "We should lie down on my bed."

"I don't think that would be a good idea."

His response was to start kissing me again, and not just my lips but all over my face, behind my ears, down my neck, across the top of my chest and back up the other side.

"I want to make you cum. I want to suck you off," he breathed into my ear while sucking on my earlobe. "Would you like me to eat you?"

"Yesssss..."

He knelt in front of me. Loosening the straps of my sandals, he helped me step out of them. I had to shimmy my hips a bit to help him get the tight jeans over them, then he pulled down my panties.

Oh, God... What was I doing?

"It's so beautiful," Claudio said softly as he gazed at my bush -- what there was of it (I keep myself trimmed in summer for wearing a bikini). "And such a lovely color. I love redheads," he added, looking up at me with a grin. He leaned forward and planted a kiss on it. "I can't wait to taste this. May I?"

I was nearly ready to swoon. "Absolutely!"

Steadying myself on his shoulder, I lifted one leg and then the other, as he took my jeans and panties the rest of the way off, tossing them across the room with a laugh. It was such a spontaneous gesture that I laughed, too.

I was naked in front of only the fourth man in my life.

"It would be easier if we lay on my bed."

This time I didn't object. In fact, I could no longer remember why I'd objected in the first place.

As he stood again, Claudio let his jeans drop to the floor. Kicking off his runners, he got them the rest of the way off, then his socks. His erection was sticking out obscenely and my attention was fully on that area when he finally slid his briefs down his legs and kicked them across the room.

His penis was, in a word...well, spectacular. It curved upward at the end (a very important plus as I soon discovered) and its head looked to be the size of a large plum, an angry-looking purple plum. The shaft was thick as a pop can and veins stood out on its length. His balls were enormous.

The potency of it made my breath catch. It looked dangerous, so utterly male and dominating. Claudio was certainly aware of the effect he was having on me. This thing had the ability to consume me -- and he knew it.

Claudio's body was wiry and muscular without looking like he spent every waking hour in the gym. His slenderness only accentuated the size of his "equipment". To say I was completely in lust with him at that moment was an understatement. I realize now that the thought I had a husband had just drifted out of my head. My body had completely taken over my brain.

He lifted me into his arms easily, kissed me again, then carried me to one of the twin beds, laying me down gently. As his eyes traveled the length of my body and back again, his eyes were smoldering with lust.

"You are a very beautiful woman."

My arousal spiked even higher with his obviously sincere words and I smiled up at him as I opened my legs slightly.

"You're blushing!" he said.

"No, I'm not!"

"Yes, you are. Your face is all red, your upper chest, too."

Normally, I would have expected to be really shy in this kind of situation. But I was totally in the moment, ready to feel his mouth in my most intimate place. Reaching up, I grabbed his erection, which seemed to be bobbing with every rapid beat of his heart.

"Are you going to lick me," I asked shamelessly, opening my legs a little more, "or was that all just talk?"

We were all over each other as soon as he lay down next to me, kissing feverishly with lips and tongues, hands all over each other. I wouldn't have let go of his erection for the world as I tugged and squeezed it. He got rather rough with my nipples, pulling and twisting them, but the slight pain felt surprisingly delicious, so I let him do it, energy bolts seeming to connect my tender nips directly to my throbbing crotch.

He grabbed my ass and pulled me against him, kneading the flesh in his strong hands.

"God, Jill, I love your ass. You have the best rear end of anyone in the program."

"You're just saying that to get into my pants," I answered, teasing him.

"No, we guys were talking a couple of weeks ago and took a vote. You won easily. Best butt in school."

"Seriously?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die. When you wear jeans, I think every male eye in the place is on you. Can't you feel them?"

"I never noticed," I lied.

"Seriously, Jill, you are the most beautiful woman here, and I am the luckiest guy that you're here with me tonight."

That did it for me. True or not, Claudio had melted my heart and even the slightest shred of doubt remaining in the very back of my brain was completely blown away. 

I rolled him over on his back and slid on top.

It was like hyper making out. I was sucking on his tongue as both his hands deliciously kneaded the muscles of my rear. I felt completely out of control and loved the way his penis felt, trapped between us.

Claudio broke a long passionate kiss and moved his lips to my ear. "I want to taste you now."

I almost came at just his words.

We shifted around a bit on the narrow bed as he positioned me onto my back. Now he was on top of me with his throbbing, thick erection trapped between our bodies. We kissed furiously for a few moments before he began moving down my body, leaving kisses in his wake. My neck and each breast got a thorough going over. He had a lovely way of swirling his tongue around my nipples before sucking them into his mouth, again pulling hard at them. I was literally panting and moaning, he had me so hot.

I was squirming as he again continued his descent, showering my tummy with soft kisses and some nibbles. So what if I had a few hickeys as reminders of my night of sin? I just wouldn't wear anything revealing for the remainder of the program.

Opening my legs wide as he approached my crotch, Claudio quickly slid down the rest of the way. His head was poised right above my crotch.

"You smell wonderful and I love the way you've trimmed your pubes. It makes you look absolutely and completely edible."

I could feel his warm breath as he spoke and its effect had me to the point where I considered telling him to forget it and just take me.

But I really love oral sex and it was fortunate that I didn't say anything, because I was about to experience a master at it.

The Big Tease. That's the way I think of what Claudio did to me that night. Every swipe of his soft tongue, every suck, every hot breath felt incredible. Its effect was to cause a river between my legs the way I was lubricating. Claudio lapped up every drop with gusto. His tongue seemed to be everywhere, but never on my clit for anywhere near long enough.

My arousal went up and up and up until I was panting and squirming, thrusting my hips whenever his tongue got close to the top of my slit. I wanted to cum. I needed to cum -- like never before.

"Claudio, please," I whimpered, "no more. Make me cum. Please!"

He completely ignored my pleas for another five minutes at least, five minutes of the most exquisite torture imaginable as he held my hands, pinning them to the bed so I couldn't touch myself. Finally, finally, he fastened his mouth around my throbbing clit and sucked it in gently.

Just like that, I went off like a rocket. I've had some good orgasms over the years, but until that point, nothing ever like that one. I felt as if my being was shattered into a million glowing pieces. Claudio says I groaned so loudly he was surprised that nobody came running and he thought I'd actually passed out for a moment. I well might have, my orgasm was that overwhelming.

When I opened my eyes and with difficulty got them to focus, I found Claudio with his face above my crotch, smiling up at me. I unfastened my fingers from his hair, not realizing that when my crisis hit I'd grabbed his head and pulled him into me.

"Do you always cum that violently?" he asked quizzically.

"I hope to from now on," I sighed. "You are a terrible tease, you know."

"It's one of my many charms."

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"I'll tell you some time, but right now," he hoisted himself up and over me, now looking directly down into my face, "I think it's time I got a little relief, don't you?"

Like I had with John so many years earlier, I could feel Claudio's penis right at my entrance. This was the time to tell him that I would make him cum with my hands or even my mouth, but that we couldn't make love.

Claudio was looking down at me seriously. "May I put this inside you, Jill?"

I couldn't bring myself to say no, but I didn't want to say yes. "I don't know..."

Supporting himself on one arm, he took my hand with the other and placed it on his cock. "Just get to know him. He's very friendly and he's never played with a redhead before."

He groaned as I tugged at it a bit, knowing guys like the way that feels. His response inflamed my lust again, so I did it more roughly. Claudio began to rain kisses on my face and neck. Using both hands now, I continued playing with him while we kissed fiercely.

"You're driving me crazy, Jill. If I can't be inside you, I'll die. Please let me!"

"But you're so big."

"I'll go very slowly. I will be gentle. I will stop anytime you want. Just please say I can try."

I shut my eyes for a moment, trying for some clarity. Everything reasonable in my brain was screaming for me to not let this happen. It was stupid. It was selfish. I would regret it.

But all the while I could feel the head of Claudio's penis pushing at me. He shifted his hips and suddenly his mighty erection was sliding the length of my slit. Without being able to stop myself, I tilted my hips and pushed forward so I could feel it more strongly. I should have been running for the door, but all I could think about was how much I was enjoying this.

"Claudio," I groaned, "you're not playing fair."

"I really want you, Jill. I have to have you. Please tell me I can."

The rubbing of that thick shaft up and down my slit felt absolutely incredible. By tilting my hips just so, I could make it rub against my throbbing clitoris. No doubt aware of my increasing arousal, Claudio rose to his knees, and using his hand, began rubbing just the tip up and down my slit, moistening it further -- and driving me crazy.

As I reached up to put my hands on his waist to keep him away, I lifted my head to look down between our bodies. His penis was so huge. Would it fit into me? Could it?



What Happened That Summer Ch. 02



Regardless of what my brain was screaming at me, I just had to know.

"Yes, you can take me. But for heaven's sake, go very slowly. I've never had anything as large as you inside me."

Claudio bent to kiss me lustily before I flopped back.

Starting his rubbing up and down my slit again, he asked, "Large what?"

"Penis."

"It's not a penis, dear Jill, it's a cock, a hard throbbing cock and it wants to go into your delicious pussy and fuck you until you cum again, hopefully several more times."

My husband and I almost never talk dirty when we make love. Up until then I didn't even like the word pussy when referring to my genitals. But while they sounded rude and harsh to my ears, Claudio's words had a very erotic effect on me.

"Put it in me, Claudio, now!"

"Not until you say the words."

I was exasperated. That rubbing was getting me close to cumming again. "What words?"

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"I want you to make love to me."

"No. 'Making love' is not what we're going to do. Making love is polite. I don't think we're being polite this evening, do you?"

"All right then. I want you to fuck me."

He was still grinning down infuriatingly. "With what?"

"With your fat cock."

"And where do you want me to put my fat cock?"

If he wanted to play games, I'd give him games! "I want your fat cock in my pussy RIGHT NOW!"

"That's better."

"Just go slowly. It's very big and I'm a little nervous."

"Don't worry. You're very, very wet. And besides," he added, kissing the tip of my nose, "you're going to do it."

"You want me on top?"

"No. I want you just as you are, but I want you to push yourself onto me."

I was puzzled. "How?"

"Simple. I'll line my cock up with the opening of your pussy, then you wrap your legs around mine and pull yourself up. I'll just stay where I am. You can put as much or as little of my cock into you as you want, and if it hurts, just let go of my waist with your legs. You'll drop back down."

"Can't you just stick it in?"

"Sure, but this way you're in control of everything. Now scrunch up farther on the bed so you can push against me with your hands on the bar behind you.

We shifted around a bit to line things up: me wiggling up and Claudio sliding down a bit.

Suddenly, I could again feel him right at my opening. I raised my head to look down between our bodies. His cock looked fatter than ever, capped by its massive head. I thought of the phrase "rampant cock" that I'd once read in an erotic novel. This was most definitely a rampant cock -- and pretty damned intimidating, too!

Claudio was as good as his word. He let me do it all. Wrapping my legs around the back of his, I took a deep breath, then pulled with my legs and pushed with my hands against the bar above my head. His large hands supporting my ass felt wonderful.

I could feel the pressure of the head of his cock pushing against me, but nothing happened. I relaxed, took another breath and pulled much harder with my legs but my opening again held. 

Relax, I told myself. You can do this.

I pushed and pulled again, but it still wouldn't go in, so with a grunt I pushed harder than ever. Finally my opening expanded and that huge head just popped inside. The pressure I felt was intense. My eyes just about crossed.

"Jeez, it feels like a baseball bat!"

"Stay still and relax. You'll adjust."

I looked up at him. "Like all your other women?"

"Honestly, there haven't been that many. I'm picky about who I take to bed."

It hurt, but in a sort of good way, and I realized that was mostly because I was so concerned it might hurt that I'd tensed up. Concentrating on my breathing, I willed myself to just relax and let this happen. I wanted this. It was too late to stop now because the damage was already done. My pussy was hanging off the cock of another man.

Using my legs, I wiggled around a bit causing no more of his thick shaft to go in, but making what was in there move around a bit and get more lubed up. The head of his cock was also rubbing against something that felt incredible, so I wiggled around a lot more!

I was ready to try taking in another inch or two. Tightening my legs against his, I pulled Claudio's butt down towards me and was rewarded by more cock slipping into me. I did this a few more times, and when I stuck my head up to look between our bodies, I saw that about half of him was inside me. Some more push/pull got another inch in. Already he was way farther inside than David had ever been -- and he's not really what you would call small.

"Wait," I gasped. "My legs are getting tired."

"Do you want me to take over?"

"As long as you do it very slowly. You're huge!"

"And you feel absolutely incredible, Jill. We shifted around some more, but I kept him inside me. When we were comfortable again, he said, "Just tell me when you're ready for more."

We continued to make out and within a minute, I signaled Claudio by tugging on his hips. He pushed a bit more inside me.

Over the next few minutes, I manipulated Claudio with my hands on his hips, sliding him out and in, gradually working more and more of his cock into me. There was now nearly no pain as I relaxed and stretched open to receive him. It crossed my mind that I might be changed forever down there and my husband would immediately know what I'd done, but I couldn't have stopped at that point for the world.

We continued French kissing while I "encunted" him, both of us moaning at the deliciousness of what it felt like.

I broke the kiss and we both looked down. I still had two more inches of his cock to go. 

"How big is that thing?" I asked.

"Nine and a half inches, but tonight I'll bet it's closer to ten you have me so excited."

When our groins finally touched, all I could think was, Oh. My. God. There was this enormous pressure inside me. I was completely full. As Claudio's big balls rested against my ass, I can honestly say I had never been that turned on in my life. I felt stupidly proud I'd taken all of him in! And it felt absolutely incredible, far better than I could have imagined. Any woman who claims that size doesn't matter is either lying or has never enjoyed a huge cock.

Releasing my grip on Claudio's waist, I pulled his face down towards mine and kissed him lustily con brio. Then I turned his head, whispering into his ear, "Take me."

His cock swelled even more at my words. I cannot imagine anything feeling as good as that thing did. Claudio dropped down until he was resting on his elbows. I wrapped my legs around his again.

He ravished me with kisses as I soaked in the glory of having that monster cock inside me, pulsing with each beat of Claudio's heart. If I hunched my hips a bit and rocked with my wide open legs, I could rub my clit against it deliciously.

"That feels nice," Claudio sighed. "I knew you would be a responsive lover."

I opened my eyes. "Why?"

"Because of the way you play music. It has such passion and generosity."

"How do you know so much?"

"Later, my dove. Later."

With that he slid his cock nearly all the way out, then gently forward again. The tremendous enjoyment those long, slow movements gave me was truly mind-boggling. I felt stuffed and he was touching places inside that quickly had me squirming enthusiastically underneath him. Every time he slid that monster forward, it pulled down on my clit, his shaft rubbing against it gently, and that effect alone had my arousal going right through the roof in no time.

Inside, too, something was happening. That upward turn at the end of Claudio's cock caused its mushroom head to rub against the roof of my vagina, giving me a sensation I hadn't experienced before. Whatever it was, I wanted more of it!

Claudio rose onto his arms again. His face was now red with arousal, too. Beads of sweat stood on his forehead.

"God, Jill, I've never had someone whose pussy felt as good as yours does." He stopped thrusting and slid down a bit and rose until he was kneeling between my legs. "Put your heels against my shoulders."

He had to take his cock out for me to do this and I suddenly felt incredibly empty. I did what he asked as he rose up on his knees and again held my ass in his hands. I actually gasped as he pushed his cock slowly into me. Once fully in, he made it twitch excitingly inside me.

"Now when I'm pulling out of you, tighten your pussy and resist. When I push in, relax. Okay?"

I grinned. "Can't we just fuck?"

"Trust me. This will send you to the moon. Ready?"

He pulled back slowly and I tightened around him for all I was worth. The effect was electrifying. I could instantly feel the head of his cock as it pressed into that spot even more.

When he was almost out of me, he stopped. "Now relax."

I did and he responded by ramming his cock into me while tilting my rear end, angling my pelvis down causing my back arched slightly. The jolt as our bodies crashed together sent corresponding jolts arcing from my tingling clit. I actually saw stars!

"Sweet Jesus," I moaned.

He smiled. "Again?"

"Yes, please!"

I grabbed onto the bar behind my head again to give me better control to resist his onslaught. Within a few ins and outs (equally earth-shattering), we had a nice rhythm set up. Using my heels on Claudio's shoulders and my hands on the bar, I could angle myself in such a way that his cock could touch all the places inside me demanding to feel the kiss of such a marvelous example of man-flesh. It eventually worked best for him to not move much and just support my ass, allowing me to impale myself to my satisfaction.

To say I was completely caught up in the moment and in heat is a major understatement.

"Oh...oh...oh...," I groaned with each of my thrusts.

"Don't go too fast, Jill. Let it build slowly," he urged.

I tried to listen to him, honest, but I was going out of control. With that massive cock rubbing just right inside of me, I knew I was going to be able to orgasm, something I'd never been able to do with Davy, no matter how much I wanted to. I was on a mission.

My breath came in ragged gasps. Claudio rose up higher up on his knees dragging me with him. He was tall enough that it felt as if I was fucking uphill. He took over and rammed into me with a vengeance. I did my best to keep gripping his cock, but my arousal, rising to heights I'd never before felt took over and I relaxed, letting him do the work, to completely use me for his enjoyment.

My next orgasm burst on me with the force of a pile driver. I completely lost control. Claudio says I thrashed around so much he could barely hold on to me. The waves of pleasure seemed to last forever as my pulsing cunt gripped his cock with such force he could barely keep moving. My brain spun out somewhere into the universe and when I eventually opened my eyes, I could barely get them to focus.

"We're all wet," I said as I felt the dampness between us, running down my butt and my back which was still elevated. "What happened? Did you cum?"

Claudio smirked. "No. That's you. You squirted."

"I what?"

"Squirted. Women sometimes do that if they're really turned on when they cum." He thrust his cock into me playfully a few times. "I've seen it before."

"Is that why you held my body up the way you did? I could feel your cock even better like that."

"Precisely."

He moved so he was once again over me. We kissed for a bit, hungrily. His cock was still rock hard.

"You are a lovely fuck, Jill. Now I want to finish. Can you stand some more?"

"Yes, but be gentle. I'm getting a little sore."

Claudio basically just rocked his hips now as we fucked more in the usual missionary position. I spread my legs wide and gripped his delightfully muscular butt with both hands, pulling him into me. It didn't take long for us to build up our tempo and force, soreness or no soreness. (I didn't really notice at the time.)

The friction of his cock still felt delicious and again there were signs of another orgasm beginning to build inside me. Claudio was lost in his own sensations as he took his pleasure in me, and I watched his furrowed face with interest as he concentrated.

His speed picked up as well as the force of his thrusting.

"I'm close," he gasped. "I'm going to cum soon. Should I pull out?"

"Absolutely not. I want to feel it inside me," I groaned back.

I made it there first, and while not as intense as the previous one, my orgasm was still pretty damn fine. Claudio stayed with me and then with one mighty thrust he held himself tightly against me and I could feel his cock swell, pulsing over and over, as he flooded me with his hot seed. His eyes were closed as he lost himself in pleasure. My pussy was still spasming with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

Claudio is not one of those lovers who collapses on a girl when they're finished, squishing them breathless, but he did collapse next to me on the bed and we lay there panting and drenched in sweat.

Finally, he let out a long sigh. "That was the best ever. You are a real wild woman, Jill."

Suddenly, guilt crashed in on me. What had I just done? What had I been thinking? One thought stuck out above all others: have I just ruined my life by giving in to temptation?

I didn't want to start crying in front of Claudio. It wasn't his fault that I'd let this happen. He made it clear all the way through that this was my decision alone.

"I should get back to my own room," I said as I got off the bed.

A river of semen ran down the inside of my legs and dripped onto the floor, making me feel even worse. Cupping my hand, I went into the small washroom and cleaned up as best I could.

"Are you okay, Jill?" Claudio asked as he came up behind me, holding me by the shoulders.

"Yeah...sure. I'm fine. Just feeling a little strange, that's all."

I could feel his rising erection poking my rear end and that brought a knot to my stomach, almost making me turn around to kiss him. But since I'd had my passion and horniness slacked from what I'd just experienced, I found the strength to resist.

As I quickly got dressed, Claudio watched silently, sitting on the bed.

"I promise I won't tell anyone. This will remain between us. I also want you to know how honoured I feel that you allowed me to make love to you. God! You were extraordinary! May I see you again tomorrow?"

I turned and looked at him. "I don't think that would be a good idea." Moving to the door, I stopped with my hand on the knob. "This has to remain our little secret, you promise?"

I blew him a kiss and left. Thank the Lord, no one was in the corridor. At this late hour, there would have been no doubt as to what had been going on in Claudio's room.

Back in my room, I stripped, slipped on a robe and walked down the hall to take a shower (semen was still leaking from me). Horrible thoughts completely overwhelmed my brain and I began crying as the water ran over my body. It had been an incredible experience, one that would be impossible to forget. But I had been stupid, stupid, STUPID to give in! I vowed to be strong, resist further temptations, lock away what had just happened, and pray to God that no one ever found out. I hoped I could trust Claudio, but had someone else seen us? Could news ever get back to David? And what would happen then?

My crotch was throbbing from the pounding it had taken and I felt rather bowlegged as I walked back to my room againr. At least I was no longer leaking semen.

My roommate, Karen, rolled over as I entered. "Where did you wander off to?" she asked sleepily.

"I just took a shower. I was all sweaty from dancing."

"No, I meant earlier this evening."

"I was, ah, outside with a few people, just talking."

"I saw you dancing with Claudio. That was quite a show."

My laugh was a bit forced. "I think I had too much to drink."

"You should fuck him, you know. One of the guys was telling me Claudio is really hung."

"Karen!"

"Just a thought. You are a long way from home."

Karen had a steady boyfriend back home, but over the course of the summer had been to bed with at least two guys I knew about. She had a real amoral streak. Apparently, so did I.

Without bothering to put on my sleeping t-shirt, I slipped into bed. That wasn't normal, either, but I didn't give a damn. Pretty soon my roommate was breathing deeply so I knew she was asleep.

In the dark, guilt still attacked me from all sides. If David ever found out, that would probably be the end of our marriage. He's never been one of those ultra jealous guys, but I had been so far out of bounds to not even be on the playing field any more. God! What had I been thinking?

The throbbing in my poor crotch also didn't help. And then another thought hit me. I might not be able to avoid keeping this from my husband. My vagina had been thoroughly stretched from the girth of Claudio's cock. Hopefully, the damn thing would shrink back to its usual size, otherwise David would know immediately.

If I dreamed anything that night, I don't remember it.

The next morning, not unexpectedly, I was still besieged by guilt, and my crotch didn't let me forget it through the morning's rehearsals and a sectional. Claudio came up to me at lunch, but I'm afraid I was a little brusque with him because of the conflict raging inside me. What was I going to say to David if he asked why I was so loose? He wasn't stupid. He'd know I cheated on him. He'd have to.

On the other hand, Claudio had sent me to the moon. I had been completely and thoroughly taken, and even just the slightest thought of what we'd done and how it had felt was enough to make me wet and tingly. I hated myself for that, but I just couldn't help it.

That night, I stayed in my room, not wanting to tempt fate. The next morning at breakfast, I could tell even from across the room that Claudio was hurt and confused by my standoffishness. If anyone was talking about us, I didn't get an inkling. That afternoon, as I left rehearsal, I made sure I said to Karen within earshot of Claudio that I was going out for a walk in the garden. Karen looked at me as if she suddenly suspected something but told me she'd take my cello and music back to the room.

Claudio's first words when he found me sitting alone on a bench were, "I'm so sorry you're upset. May I sit and talk with you?"

I nodded.

"I know you're feeling guilty, and a lot of it's my fault, I'm afraid. You're married. I shouldn't have come on to you...but I just couldn't resist even though I knew it was a bad idea. I also want to tell you that I can't get our evening together out of my mind. Believe me, it's been very difficult not to walk around with a permanent erection."

I glanced down and he had the start of one right then.

"Claudio, it was a wonderful evening, and I've been thinking of it, too. And you're right. I do feel very guilty and disloyal, but..."

"But what?"

I turned to face him. "I've also stayed away because I was afraid if I let you get close, I won't be able to stop myself, guilt or no guilt."

His face was serious. "Do you want me to leave, then?"

It would have been so simple to say yes, and keep my problems from getting any worse. Somehow, though, I just couldn't make my mouth say the word. We sat silently.

"Jill, what are you thinking?" Claudio finally asked.

"Don't ask me to tell you."

"Please?"

"I was thinking how nice it would feel if you kissed me."

Fifteen minutes later in a very far corner of the grounds in a thicket of bushes, Claudio had me bent over, arms holding a small tree as he took me from behind. This time I engulfed him much more easily. Both of us had our jeans off, and I'd removed my bra so he could pull on my nipples as we fucked, but with our sneakers and tops on, I'm sure we looked rather comical. It felt infinitely sexy being taken outdoors and partially clothed.




What Happened That Summer Ch. 02



I felt so ashamed and yet...I just could not stop myself. In for a penny, in for a pound, I justified it to myself -- but I knew this couldn't go on.

As my first orgasm approached, Claudio was gripping my hips tightly, but then one hand moved and as he had me gasping and groaning out that I was about to cum, I felt a finger on my rear entrance. Just as the first wave was about to hit, his entire finger went up inside me, and I went off like a bloody skyrocket.

I bit into my upper arm to keep from screaming out my pleasure. This time as I spasmed, I felt the liquid shooting forcefully from me with each contraction of my pussy. Whether it was the shock of Claudio's finger up my ass, or the fact that we were doing it outside in such an animalistic fashion, my orgasm tore me apart and lasted a very long time. He held himself tightly against me until the crisis passed. Only my death grip on that tree trunk and his arm around my waist kept me from collapsing to the ground in a heap.

"Good cum?" he asked, gently kissing my back.

I could only nod my head as I tried to pull myself back together. A minute or two later, I realized I could still feel his length throbbing deep within me.

"You didn't finish."

He stood me up, his cock still firmly embedded in me. His hands teased and pulled my nipples as he nudged my hair aside, kissing my neck. "I wasn't even close yet."

"Don't I turn you on enough?"

He bit me. "Immensely. I was enjoying you completely."

"You can make me cum so quickly."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"I can't cum at all with my husband fucking me unless I also play with myself. And he's never made me squirt."

One of Claudio's hands slid down between my leg. "Like this?"

I shivered as his finger slowly and lightly circled my still sensitive clit. "Oh God, yes..."

"Would you like to cum again?" he whispered in my ear.

"Yessssss..."

He removed his finger and stepped back from me, also withdrawing his cock. "Then you'll have to meet me later."

It wasn't even a question of if I would. He knew I wouldn't be able to resist experiencing him again that evening. For a moment I was really angry at his presumption. Then I realized he was absolutely right. To me, that was very frightening. It was as if he could flick this switch inside me and I became a total wanton for him. Normally, I'm very controlled — too controlled Davy often complained. With Claudio, I was anything but. He could do anything he wanted to me. And he knew it.

I turned around and plastered myself to him, trapping his cock between my well-lubricated lips as I deliciously slid back and forth on it a few times. I couldn't stop myself.

"Are you sure you don't want some of this now?" I asked coquettishly.

"I do. But we've tempted fate long enough. Let's get dressed before someone comes along."

I wrapped my right leg up and around him in an attempt to slide his cock into me, but he just slapped my butt, causing me to yip in surprise.

"Behave yourself, Jill!" he said, smiling. "More later. I promise. My roommate is going into town tonight to hit a few bars. If I know him, he won't be back until 2:00 or 3:00. You'll have lots of time to give yourself to me again."

With that, he pulled on his underwear and pants and headed back toward the buildings. Once he was out of sight, I quickly got dressed and crept out from the deep bushes where we'd been, keeping an eye out for anyone nearby.

He had me completely under his spell. For the moment, my husband didn't exist. Claudio's cock (and lips, mouth and tongue) were all I could think about.

That night in his room we fucked like animals. I again completely let go and allowed him do anything he wanted. I couldn't get enough of him. I lost count of the orgasms he gave me as we continually switched positions.

Sadly, it wasn't really that enjoyable to suck him off since he was so big around, but he asked, so I tried. I had to quit after about five minutes, though, because my jaw started to ache. He ate me again to a nice orgasm, and I rode him to a couple of huge orgasms as he played with and sucked on my breasts. 

When he took me from behind again, I was kneeling on the edge of the bed with him standing behind me. I let him stick his finger up my bum again as he vigorously drove into me. Surprisingly, if he did it right at my crisis, I found I liked it a lot. Thankfully, he didn't ask to fuck me there, because I would have drawn the line at that.

The last time started with him sitting on a chair and me riding his crotch as I faced him, giving him full access to my breasts and clit. I really came in that position because of the way I could make the wonderful upturn of his cock rub inside me.

Between times, we lazed on his bed talking and kissing and touching.

"You said you'd tell me how you learned so much about sex."

Claudio looked at me for a long moment. "It was from a woman who rented me a room my first three years in university."

I propped myself up on one elbow. "Sounds interesting. Tell me about it."

"It started pretty soon after I moved in. Her husband was often out of town. They had two children but both were away at school. One night she walked into the bathroom while I drying off after a shower. We both froze and her eyes quickly dropped to my cock. 

"Her blush was amazing, but she looked up and had a small grin. 'You must make your girlfriends very happy with that.' Then she turned and left, shutting the door behind her.

"Next morning, it was as if nothing had happened, but we both knew things had changed. I found myself looking at her in a completely different way. She was still a very lovely woman with a fantastic body from running every day. Even though her hair had some gray, I suddenly found that very sexy, and she had a fantastic rear end. Almost as good as yours!"

I sighed as he reached around and grabbed it. Claudio was such a charmer. "So how long did it take for you to become lovers?"

"About a week. I was pretty freaked out about the way I was feeling about her. I mean, Francine was a year older than my mother.

"One night as I was going back to my room after showering, she called to me from her bedroom. She was lying there, covers up to her chin.

"'Do you think I'm pretty?'

"I stuttered something silly like, 'Sure.'

"'I'm feeling very guilty about walking in on you like that last week. What must you think of me?'

"'It's okay, Mrs Poulin...'

"'Please call me Francine.'

"'Don't worry about it, Francine.'

"At that point, I was pretty sure she was naked under the covers, and I'm afraid my libido got the best of me. I began to get hard.'

I reached down and grabbed Claudio's cock. "Like you are now? Does it turn you on to tell me this story?"

"Yes. I've never told anyone about this before. And before I tell you anything more, I want you not to think badly of her. Francine is a wonderful women and truly loves her husband."

"If you say so."

"No. You don't understand. She told him everything that was happening and he had no problem with it."

"I don't believe it! He actually liked some young stud fucking his wife when he wasn't around?"

"To tell you the truth, he got off on it -- and I wasn't her first."

"You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not. And I've since found other husbands who feel this way about their wives."

The penny dropped. "You mean you've made love to other married women?"

"Does that shock you?"

"Am I just another married woman to you?"

He pulled me against him. "Absolutely, definitely not!"

Claudio wanted to kiss me, but I pushed him away. "So this woman who seduced you, how long did you fuck her?"

"For the three years I rented a room in their house. But since then, I still see her a few times a year. She taught me everything I know about making love to a woman."

He began nuzzling my neck (always a weak spot for me), and his right hand drifted down to my breast where he brushed his palm very lightly over the nipple.

"Did she teach you about that? It feels fantastic," I said with a pleasant shiver as my nipple stiffened.

"Mmmm, yes," he mumbled as he worked on my neck.

I reached down for his cock and it was already nearly rock hard. I loved holding it. It was so stiff and yet so soft -- especially the fat mushroom head. Using the palm of my hand with my fingers going down the shaft, I played with that head, using the lubrication that oozed out its tip, and was rewarded with a deep groan.

"That feels amazing. Who taught you to do that?" he asked.

"No one. I just made it up."

"And that's why you're such an incredible lover, Jill."

Even though the single bed was uncomfortably narrow, we were getting used to moving around on it without feeling like we were going to fall out any minute.

Claudio expertly flipped me onto my back and was kneeling between my legs in a flash. He pulled his cock down (it was usually pointing nearly straight up when erect), and slid it between my pussy lips, running its tip up and down. Within a minute, he had me squirming, and every time it went up and over my clitoris, I nearly went into orbit. Even though we'd already fucked several times that evening (and once during the afternoon), I was ready to go again. So, obviously, was he.

"Want to try a slightly different position?" he asked.

"Sure."

"Turn over."

I did.

"Now spread your legs but just a bit."

I did that as he lay downon top of me, but supported on his arms so his weight wasn't crushing. Feeling his pelvis on top of my butt and his cock pushing between my legs had me even hotter as I guessed what might be coming. 

"Now tilt your pelvis up in the back, Jill. There. That's perfect."

With a little help, his cock soon began slipping inside me. The combination of his weight on my rear end coupled with his fat size was really erotically charging. I braced myself using the bar across the end of the bed to be able to push back against his urgent thrusting.

It was amazing how easily I was able to now accommodate his size. The fact that we were getting more comfortable as lovers allowed me to concentrate on exactly what everything felt like. That huge head on the end of his cock was most noticeable and delicious, especially when it brushed past my cervix. Lying on my stomach, I could actually feel it way up in my abdomen. In this position when he nearly pulled out, he really rubbed that special spot inside me.

"Can you do that tightening and loosening thing I showed you last night?... Oh my God, that is amazing. Does it feel good for you, love?"

"Yes!" I moaned as I could feel an orgasm building rapidly.

Claudio shifted, and lay down more on me, his arms holding my wrists, pinning me to the bed. I felt completely controlled, unable to stop him from doing whatever he pleased -- and I liked that feeling of submission.

"I'm going to cum inside your sweet pussy," he hissed into my ear. "You couldn't stop me if you wanted to, could you?"

"No," I whimpered, getting into his little game.

He rose up again with his hands on my shoulders, pushing me into the bed, rocking his hips forward as he rested on me, driving his magnificent cock as far up inside me as he could. In this position he wasn't able to go quite as far in, but I felt it rubbing inside me very well and I knew another of those special vaginal orgasms was going to sweep me away very soon.

"Oh, fuck!" I groaned. "You're going to make me cum again."

"Try to hold it off, Jill. I want to cum with you...Almost there..."

I don't know if it was the angle of his cock, his weight on my ass, how turned on I was, or what, but the orgasm ripped through me with the force of a tidal wave. Claudio drove into me one last time as his cock swelled and spasmed several times, shooting his semen into me. If I hadn't been on the pill, I'm sure I would have been impregnated. I shook and groaned as I never had before.

His cock didn't shrink much as he held it inside me, gently jabbing at my pelvis with his. The way he was moving soon had my temperature rising again.

"Don't you ever run out of gas?" I asked him, my eyes shut as I enjoyed the sensations his cock was causing.

Claudio leaned down and kissed my shoulder. "Not with such a beautiful female underneath me."

"It's getting late. Your roommate will be back soon. Two nights in a row is really asking for trouble."

That made his cock swell up inside me, and he took a couple of real strokes.

"Don't do that! I can't think straight."

"Good. Tell you what: I'll fuck you until we both cum again and then I'll let you leave, no problem." He started stroking long and slow, bumping hard on my butt each time he was all the way in. "Or do you want me to stop now so you can go back to your room? Hmmm?"

His tone was teasing, but I also detected an edge to it, a certainty that he knew I was helpless to resist him. Thing was, rather than being a turn-off, it quickly had me panting, wanting him to fuck me hard. I raised my ass, offering him a better angle -- and I knew -- a better view of my rear end with the muscles tightened. Two could play at this game.

He groaned deep in his throat as the violence of both his thrusting and my resisting grew, each of us fucking the other.

It wasn't long with the way his cock was rubbing inside me before I had another massive orgasm. Unlike the first night, I was now very used to his size, and craving the way he stretched me full, I gave myself to Claudio completely.

He kept plowing on and I could feel the sweat on his forehead falling onto my back. Reaching under myself, I held my middle finger against my clit. With a steady, light pressure, I let the movement of our bodies make my most tender spot rub up and down my finger's length.

I came again, then again almost immediately. Now I was groaning and thrusting and sweating as I told my lover to ravish me, how much I loved his giant cock, how he made me feel. I was just babbling but it obviously turned him on as I felt his cock get even larger and fatter as it slid up inside me with the precision and unrelenting strength of a machine.

We must have gone like that for a number of minutes before Claudio's groans and the swelling of his mighty erection told me that he was going to flood my pussy again. His thrusts became jabs, as he forced every bit of himself into me, wanting to get his seed deep inside, and I tilted my butt even more, helping him to do it.

"Cum in me, Claudio! Oh sweet Jesus! Cum in me!"

"You want my seed?" he panted. "Beg me for it!"

"I want you to fill me up to overflowing. Do it now!"

He was just rocking his pelvis tightly against my ass. His cock swelled to enormous girth and length and I felt it pulsing strongly deep inside me. Full of erotic joy, I joined him with a final orgasm of my own.

We collapsed in a heap, spent.

Eventually, I cracked open an eye and noticed from the small clock on his bedside table that it was nearly 1:30. We'd been going at it for nearly four hours.

I moved to get up. "I have to leave. Jim could be back at any moment."

"No, please stay," Claudio mumbled sleepily. "You're so soft and warm."

Pulling his arm off of me, I did get up and went in search of my clothes which were in all corners of the room.

"Are you mad at me, Jill?" he asked, sitting up.

"I'm mad at myself. I shouldn't be so weak!"

My panties were sodden as I put them on and more of his copious semen was leaking from me. I didn't care. I just wanted to get myself away from this male who completely took my breath away -- and my brain along with it.

I didn't trust myself to go over and kiss him, but he looked like such a sad puppy that I finally relented, meaning to kiss his forehead only. He seemed to know and turned his head up as I bent over. Our lips locked in a kiss that quickly became fierce and melting, our tongues wriggling together like frenzied snakes. You'd think we hadn't seen each other in a month.

In short order, my jeans, panties and sneakers were on the floor again and I was leaning forward supported by my hands against the wall of his dorm room, legs spread and Claudio again rutting behind me, cock pushing deep into my warmth as he took me one last time. I knew I wouldn't be able to manage to cum, but it felt fantastic having him so deep inside.

I was getting really sore, though, and had to call a halt to the proceedings. Since my lover was nowhere close to an orgasm, either it was probably for the best.

Having put my clothes on for a second time, I had my hand on the doorknob when it turned. I scurried out as Claudio's roommate stood aside in surprise. My face burned with shame as he entered the room, knowing he would see Claudio standing there buck-naked.

The cat was out of the bag.

I again beat myself up that night, knowing how weak, stupid and selfish I was being. But I'd become addicted to Claudio's cock. He could turn me inside out with it -- and he knew it. With two more nights before the program ended, I only hoped I would somehow find the will to resist the overwhelming sexual heat that took over my brain every time I thought of or was near him.

This time, when I got back to the room, Karen was still up, reading. It was simplicity itself for her to know what I'd been doing.

"Walking bow-legged, are we?" she asked with one eyebrow raised.

I slumped onto my bed and began to cry.

Karen came over and put her arm around me. "Sorry you're so upset."

"I'm a complete and total fool!" I wailed.

""You just had sex with a guy, and you must be enjoying it or you wouldn't have gone back again tonight."

"I should have been stronger! Now I've disgraced myself."

"Bullshit. It's just sex."

"But I'm married!"

"How do you know your hubby isn't back home right now screwing the crap out of a neighbor or something?"

"He wouldn't do that!"

"Would you stake your life on it?"

I was suddenly unsure. We'd had many sexy phone conversations over the course of the summer when David told me he was really horny. He'd be at home jerking off, and I would be at the other end, trying desperately not to touch myself. We'd both sort of jokingly asked each other if we were being well-behaved.

But could I be sure about him? And was he at home questioning my declarations of chastity? Up until our last call five days ago, I'd been telling the truth. I'd have to call him tomorrow morning. What would I tell him if he asked again?

"Would you stake your life on it?" Karen repeated again.

I couldn't. David was handsome, as well as charming and gregarious. Would he go after some hottie if the opportunity arose? I couldn't be 100% certain. He said he'd been a good boy.

I shook my head. "No."

"Well, there, then! Would you feel so bad about what you've been doing if you knew he was doing the same thing back home?"

"No."

"You were with Claudio again tonight, weren't you?"

I nodded. "And his roommate, saw me leaving. Now everyone is going to know!"

Karen gave my shoulder a squeeze. "No, they're not."

"How can you say something like that?"

"Because I told Jim there would be not even another blow job from me if he so much as looks at you funny, let alone talks! And, as a matter of fact, he just left here."

"You've been with him?" I asked in amazement.

"Him and few other guys during the summer. He as a lovely cock, not huge, but very suckable -- and he gives great head. We're both very oral," she added, as if that explained everything.

"So he already knew about Claudio and me?"

"He said the room stank of sex when he returned the other night. He eventually badgered out of Claudio what had been going on."

"Claudio told him? He swore he wouldn't tell a soul!"

Karen went back to her own bed and sat down cross-legged, facing me. If I looked, I could see right up the long t-shirt she wore.




What Happened That Summer Ch. 02



"Relax. Claudio didn't actually tell him. Jim just started naming women in the program. Claudio couldn't hide his blush when your name was mentioned, even though he steadfastly denied it was you."

I felt marginally better, but still very worried.

"Jimmy will keep his mouth shut, as will I, so no word will ever get back to your husband from us -- unless you do it yourself."

"I could never do that!"

Karen slid back under her covers, fluffed her pillow and put her hand on the switch for her bedside light.

"You might find a good opportunity to tell him," she said. "And if I were you, if that opportunity arises, you should take it. Now goodnight. Try to get some sleep. You've looked like shit the past few days."

Needless to say, I didn't sleep well. Claudio stayed discretely away from me at breakfast the next morning. My mind was just a shambles as all sorts of conflicting things ran through my brain at breakneck speed. The morning's orchestra rehearsal didn't go well for me, either, and I got raked over the coals by that final week's conductor, a big shot from England.

So added to my guilt was embarrassment in front of my fellow musicians. Since several of them came up to me to offer their support and condolences for being made an example of, Claudio saw an opportunity and sidled up. "Want to have lunch outside with me? We need to talk."

I thought that over as I packed up my instrument and music. Since the afternoon didn't have anything scheduled, I knew I'd be spending it in a practice room, making sure that tomorrow for the dress rehearsal of that week's concert, I'd be better than perfect.

I also had promised to phone home and had no idea what I'd say to my husband.

It wouldn't look odd to anyone that Claudio and I were eating sandwiches together in the noonday sun, so I felt confident that whispers wouldn't start. We'd done it a few times before anything started up between us. I made sure, though, that we kept our distance.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked around a mouthful of sandwich. I was ravenous.

"Can we be together again tonight?"

I stopped chewing. This had been top of my mind since I had woken up -- to the detriment of my playing that morning.

We had two more days of the program. With a dress rehearsal that afternoon, my evening was free, but things were getting more complicated. When I returned home late Sunday night, I knew what he'd be expecting. Regardless of being sore, I knew that Claudio had certainly stretched my pussy, and David wouldn't fail to notice that. Under some pretty embarrassing questioning with Karen, I'd found out that things would go back to normal in a few days, but I would never be quite as tight as I had been.

"There are exercises you can do, though," she'd told me. "You just have to strengthen your pussy muscles and squeeze as your husband fucks you. If you get good at it, he'll never know the difference."

"But what about Sunday?" I asked, full of concern.

Karen's answer was a shrug. "Can't help you there, girlfriend."

I'd been toying with the idea of saying I had my period. It was due shortly, anyway. If I was really lucky, it would actually arrive before I had to deal with this dilemma. Thinking it might help, I'd been practising squeezing all morning. Karen told me it was easier to do it with something to squeeze against, so I had two tampons stuffed up there at the moment.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Claudio asked, with his face in front of mine. "You zoned out."

I didn't want to go into all this with him at this point. "We'll see," I answered. "I've been sort of burning my candle at both ends these past few nights. Besides, I doubt if Jim will be going out tonight."

"He told me that he's going to be hanging with Karen, so the coast should be clear for a while at least."

"Let's see how I feel later, okay?" I said, stalling for time.

By the end of the afternoon, I was mentally and physically toast. Though I spent some time in a practice room ironing out the remaining things in the last concert's program that were giving me trouble, all I really wanted was a good nap. I left the late-afternoon rehearsal quickly so I wouldn't have to talk to Claudio.

I was feeling pretty groggy as I made my way to the dining hall. My plan was to eat quickly, find a practice room and get a few more hours in on my instrument. I wanted my participation in the final concert of the summer to be memorable -- for all the right reasons.

Claudio was the farthest thing from my mind as I packed up, turned off the light and opened the door to the practice room two hours later. He was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the wall directly in front of my practice room.

"I think you've got the passage in the Beethoven nailed down," he said with a wry grin.

"How long have you been sitting out here?"

"About an hour. It's interesting to hear how other people practice. You can learn things." He got to his feet. "Care for any company tonight?"

"I'm really tired..."

He held up his hands in surrender. "Hey, no strings attached. There's a bit of a party going on on my floor. You could probably use a cold one after all that work."

He was right. "Well...okay. Maybe one. I want to make this an early night."

Yeah, right. An hour and three beers later, Claudio and I were shaking it on the dance floor. When a slow song came on, we melted together as naturally as if we'd been together for years. It was easy to feel his penis stiffening almost immediately.

"Don't rub against me like that!" he said into my ear.

"I am not rubbing against you."

"Then how do I know your nipples are hard?"

He was right -- and my pussy was soaked. If I was going to be a good girl, I'd better peel myself off him and hustle myself back to my room.

I started to pull back, but his arms tightened around me. "Hey. It's okay. If you don't want to fool around, that's okay. I just thought you should know the effect you're having on me."

Rolling my eyes, I answered, "As if I couldn't tell."

"So you don't want to fool around tonight?"

Boy, I had to think about that one. Having already blown the monogamy thing, what did I have to lose? Then I realized my brain had conveniently left out the stretched out vagina thing.

"No. I'm going to make it an early night."

"Can I at least walk you to your room?"

"Okay, but no tricky moves, you!" I said poking his chest playfully with my index finger.

It was only a matter of only going up a flight of stairs and partway down the hall and we were there. Karen was not around. As I went to shut the door, Claudio ducked in.

"Claudio! You promised."

"I didn't promise a thing, and relax, I only want a goodnight kiss."

That goodnight kiss turned into seven or eight, con fuoco with lots of tongues. My hand snaked down to the front of Claudio's jeans, and both of his were on my breasts.

"We shouldn't," I said, pulling away.

"It's not like we haven't already."

"I promised myself I'd be good tonight."

"How good?" he asked, a big grin on his face. "Would you like to be eaten? I'll stay completely dressed."

"I don't know..."

"Come on. We haven't done much oral. You know I'm good at it."

One of Claudio's hands dropped down to the top of my jeans, where he adroitly popped the snap open. We were kissing again and I didn't stop him as the hand slipped into my panties. I was a goner and he knew it.

A few minutes later, the door was locked, I had nothing on my lower body, no bra and just my tight green t-shirt on top (he said I looked "ever so sexy" wearing just that), and I was flat on my bed with Claudio's head between my legs.

My God! He could drive me crazy with his tongue and lips. Within moments I was squirming, panting, moaning and demanding that he give me the release I wanted so desperately. Every time he had me close he'd move away or stop, maybe just blow warmly on my aching clitoris. I would have finished myself off, but he had a tight grip on my wrists. Although I didn't want to admit it, the feeling of helplessness, being controlled, was erotically delicious.

"Do you want to cum, Jill?"

"God, yes!" I panted. "Please let me cum."

"You like this torture, don't you?"

"No! Yes... I don't know. Please, Claudio..."

"If I let you cum, will you let me fuck you?"

"I can't! I have to go home day after tomorrow." Then I had a wicked thought. "But I'll do something else for you."

"What?"

"Make me cum and I'll show you."

I had a few tricks up my sleeve. I didn't have all that much experience with males when I met my husband, but I'd had a few relationships through high school. With David, who was always horny, even when I had my period, I'd honed a set of skills, asking him what felt good, what he liked and what he didn't like, and through observation, I'd become very adept at pleasuring a cock with my hands. I also loved doing it and hadn't had a real chance yet with Claudio's magnificent specimen.

Claudio got busy again, and this time, he released my hands, slipped his left over my leg, using it to hold my vulva apart. Then I felt a few fingers of his right hand slip inside me, curving upwards. What he was up to instantly became apparent.

I had already been so turned on that the effect of his fingers was electrifying. I'd already felt his upturned cock work this spot when we fucked, but in many way, what his fingers were doing was far more intimate and erotic. At the same time, he was breathing warmly on my clit, now exposed by the fingers of his other hand.

I could barely control myself. He brought me higher and higher by degrees, always backing off at the critical moment, then beginning again, taking me even higher.

Then he abruptly stopped and got off the bed.

"Claudio, please! You're driving me insane!"

Not answering, he pulled me sideways on the bed, then moved between my legs.

I put my head up. "Claudio! You said you wouldn't fuck me!" I wanted it so badly, but somehow I managed to say that.

"Relax, little one. You're safe from the ravages of my cock tonight."

With that he knelt on the floor and began again. Fucking me with his fingers, he had that special spot inside me so erotically sensitive that I quickly built up the highest head of steam yet, as another finger lazily circled my clit, never quite touching it.

I couldn't hold my body still, and only his left arm circling my right leg kept me from levitating right off my bed. I bit my forearm to silence the loud moans that I knew would escape my lips regardless of how hard I tried to keep silent.

This time my lover didn't let me down. Even without him directly touching my clit, I knew I was on the verge of a massive orgasm. So did Claudio.

I realized I was pulling on my nipples as he leaned forward, fastened his lips around my clitoris and sucked hard. Another finger entered my pussy, stretching it open and he pressed hard against the upper wall of it, rubbing back and forth quickly.

The orgasm came on me with a blinding flash of light. I completely lost control of my body as I shoved my forearm to my lips and bit hard to control what would have been a very loud scream and I could feel my pussy squeezing out jets of watery cum all over Claudio's face. He'd been very wise to turn me sideways or I would have slept in a very soggy bed that night.

It took me a long time to come down from where I'd been. My body felt like jello as he turned me lengthwise on the bed, lay down next to me and pulled me against him. My head rested on his shoulder and I felt very content. I was amazed at how much sexual energy had built up inside me in a mere twenty-four hours.

Knowing that Karen could return at any moment, I couldn't lie there tight against Claudio with him lightly stroking my back, even though it felt heavenly. He still had his clothes on but the heat from his body was incredible -- not to mention the hardness of his erection.

I kissed the side of his face, then his neck, before whispering huskily in his ear, "Are you ready for me to take you to the moon now?"

"I'm ready for anything."

I pushed him over onto his back and we kissed a while longer, as my hand traced the length of his erection stretching almost to the top of his jeans. Having been intimate for a few days now, I knew that Claudio usually kept his cock pointing up in case he got an erection. One, it wouldn't be as obvious (although how he thought that, I'll never know), but two, if he did get a hard-on, it wouldn't be as painful since his erections went more up than out, if you catch my drift.

Soon, I had the snap on his jeans open, his fly down and my left hand down his shorts, stroking his magnificent tool. It was time to stop fooling around and get to work.

Crawling over him to get off the bed, I made sure my still-wet pussy passed very close over his face, giving him a good view. His cock stiffened even more in response.

I went over to my dresser and got some hand cream from the bag of cosmetics in the top drawer and padded back to the bed. Claudio's jeans were off in a matter of moments, along with his briefs, and there was his red and throbbing erection lying up his abdomen, reaching almost to his navel. I got back on the bed between his legs.

"Are you going to jerk me off?"

"Yup. And I'm very good at it."

"Wouldn't you rather slide your pussy lips along my cock and make me cum that way?" he asked with a wide grin.

"Nope. Too dangerous."

I set to work. Squirting out a generous amount of hand cream, I got both hands lubed up. With one hand massaging his balls and the other at the bottom of his shaft, I got everything greased up -- very s-l-o-w-l-y, and soon had him groaning.

It's easy to tell when guys are close to cumming because their cocks swell and get redder and their balls pull up a bit. I'd learned early on with boyfriends and then my very forthcoming husband what did and didn't feel good and what they liked when. Keeping a male just below the boiling point is simply a matter of how much attention you pay to the mushroom head at the top.

I love cocks. It amazes me how soft they are, but also how there's that very hard core just below the surface. Claudio had a magnificent one, and this was my chance to get a good, long look at it while I worked. Usually, it was buried inside me. Every now and then I ran one hand up and around the head, always eliciting a deep groan from him.

The thing I was most surprised to learn about pleasuring a guy's cock was how much and how hard they like it to be pulled on. I made sure I did plenty of that at just the right time. I couldn't make Claudio didn't beg like I had, but I knew I was driving him crazy with my ministrations. His cock was now extremely hard and an angry purple. Every time he started to strain up or move his hips, I would back off, lightening my grip and dropping my hands down the shaft until he softened a little, signaling he was ready for another assault.

"You are very good, dear Jill," he moaned after about the third or fourth time I'd teased him close to climaxing. "Please put me out of my misery! It's getting late."

As if on cue, I heard Karen's key in the door. Shit! I'd fooled around too long.

"Please don't stop!" Claudio groaned.

"I have to! Karen will see. And she might be with someone."

"I don't care. You have to make me cum."

The decision was taken away from me as the door swung open. My body wasn't quite blocking what was going on and I heard Karen gasp.

"Oh my God!"

Claudio's cock jerked in my hand as I looked quickly over my shoulder at my roommate, who, thankfully, was alone.

"Shut the door, for heaven's sake!" I hissed, not really wanting to stop, either. Having this much control over Claudio was huge turn-on.

I was aware of Karen silently crossing the room to sit on her bed.

It was time to back off again. God! His huge cock was glorious to look at. Removing my hands completely, I watched as it bobbed with every strong beat of Claudio's heart. Lacking stimulus, it started to slowly droop, so I refreshed the lotion on my hands and massaged his huge ball sack, causing it to jerk and swell up quickly to maximum hardness.

My lover was now squirming in his need. I wanted him to really beg before I'd send him to the moon. The cocky bastard deserved it for the times he'd driven me nearly to distraction.

With one hand still on his balls, I firmly circled the base of his cock with the other, then slowly slid it up, pulling as I went. At the top, I'd quickly swirl my palm around that now huge mushroom head as I'd remove my hand, eliciting a hiss or moan each time.

"Jill, please! Goddammit! You're killing me!"

I glanced back at Karen. She was cross-legged on her bed, flushed and with a glazed expression on her face. Her hands were between her legs, rubbing furiously.

"Is that begging I hear, sugar lips?" I cooed.

"Yes, it is! Have mercy!"

Now, every time I'd circle the base of his cock and begin my rise to the top, he'd fuck at it furiously, trying to give himself the extra stimulus to get him over the top. It was nearly time. 

When Claudio came, I wanted it to be on my terms.

I got up on my knees to get a better angle. For a few moments, I just massaged his balls, keeping his erection on maximum. It took every ounce of self-restraint to not mount him and give us both some relief. I'd been aware of my own juices running from me for several minutes now.

With both hands stacked around the bottom of Claudio's "rampant manhood" (I love that phrase. It sounds so decadent!), I spent nearly a minute tugging firmly. It doesn't supply a hell of a lot of stimulation -- which suited my needs -- but he obviously loved the way it felt.

"Please, Jill! I'm begging you!!"

"Do you really want to cum?"

"Dear God, yes!"

It was time.

My left hand dropped to his balls again, vigorously massaging them. The other I used to firmly slide up and down the entire length of his shaft, including the mushroom head. Claudio hips lifted off the bed as he strained to reach orgasm. I was on the verge myself just watching and feeling him in my hands, and it's times like this that I wished I had another hand. I was now dripping fluids right onto my bed.

There was a movement behind me, and I felt Karen's hand slide onto my pussy. I am not into women, but right then her touch was so welcome all I could do was moan deeply. Looking back for a moment, I could see that Karen was bare-assed and her other hand was rubbing between her legs furiously.

"Don't stop, for heaven's sake!" Claudio moaned. "I'm nearly there."

Just to reassert some control, I did the opposite of what he wanted and removed both hands. Claudio started to reach up to bring himself off (which I did not want to happen) so I again gripped him. He was oh-so-close now. I massaged the head with one hand was sliding the other up and down the shaft.

Within ten seconds, I could feel his ball sack tighten and his cock turned an even darker purple from all the blood that had flowed in. I wondered for a moment whether he was feeling light-headed from lack of blood to his brain.

The eruption of Mount Claudio was indeed impressive. Karen leaned against me to watch over my shoulder. One finger was rubbing circles around my own swollen clitoris and the bed was moving with the fury of her other hand between her legs. Her rapid breath was hot on my neck.

I swear to God the first two spurts of semen went up about two feet before the lava of white flowed out over the head as the spurts weakened but still strongly pulsed out the fruits of my efforts.

My own orgasm burst on me blindingly, but nothing like that earlier one at Claudio's hands. Karen's orgasm was marked by a sharp intake of breath and a low moan. I steadied myself by gripping Claudio's cock with both hands.




What Happened That Summer Ch. 02



The room was silent for a long moment as what had just happened began to sink in. I don't know about anyone else, but I was pretty damned embarrassed. After all, my roommate had not only seen what Claudio and I had been up to, she'd taken part. If someone had asked me beforehand if I'd ever let a female bring me to orgasm, I would have laughed out loud, yet it had just happened.

Seemingly more at ease than me, Karen padded back to her bed to sit facing us. "Well, wasn't that fun."

Leave it to her to understate the situation.

I looked down at Claudio and he was down for the count, breathing heavily still, but looking as if he wouldn't be able to move for quite some time. I wanted nothing more than to get him out the door. Karen and I had to talk.

"Come on, big guy. Time for you to hit the road."

"Can't I stay for a while longer? I'm totally wasted." He reached up and took my hand. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

"A girl should never tell," I responded primly. "Besides, you had to be shown that you aren't the only one who can play the waiting game."

"Then I gracefully admit complete and utter defeat. You could market those skills for a lot of money."

Across the room, Karen guffawed.

I pulled on Claudio's arm. "It's late; I'm tired; and you're leaving. Get up and get dressed or Karen and I will throw you out in the hall buck naked."

"He's got a great handle!" came the response from the other bed.

I glared at Karen. I didn't want Claudio to get any ideas that the evening might not be over. Already his cock was beginning to show signs of re-inflating.

He really did look wiped out as I shut the door behind him a couple of minutes later. We didn't even bother to check if anyone was in the hall. Certainly anyone in the rooms on either side of ours would have heard what was going on. As I sat down on my bed, not even caring that I was still naked from the waist down. I did keep my legs together, though. Karen on the other hand was again sitting cross-legged and I could see everything, including the fact that she was completely shaved.

"I have only one question," she began.

I answered, "What?", wondering if it was wise to give her an opening.

"Do you actually manage to get that whole thing crammed in you?"

I could feel my face burn. "Um...I guess so."

"That is some magnificent cock! I've never seen one that could approach it -- even in fuck films. And the head! Oh. My. God."

"Karen, please!"

"Feeling a wee bit embarrassed, are we?" she teased.

"Well, yeah. Who wouldn't be?"

"I'm not -- and I just brought you off. Was it nice?"

"Karen!"

"Sorry. It's just that I've never done anything like that before."

"I can't believe that I let you do it."

"You looked as if you needed some relief. That was a pretty impressive performance, girlfriend."

She was just so ingenuous, I began to feel less anxious about what had happened. I took a late shower and by the time I returned to the room, Karen was in bed, but far from asleep. I had on my long sleeping t-shirt. She was obviously naked.

"I don't blame you for succumbing to Claudio's charms. He is a nice guy, great body, and you already know what I think of his male appendage. You're just lucky I didn't find out about it first."

"You can have him. I have to walk away as soon as this program ends. Thank heavens he lives on the other side of the country. It would be far too tempting to continue this if we lived in the same city."

"If I wasn't going to London to study this fall, I'd certainly allow myself to be tempted. Are you two getting together one last time tomorrow night?"

"We haven't talked about it."

"Well let me know. I may make a play."

"What about Claudio's roommate? I thought you were hooked up with him."

"Two is a lot better than one -- or haven't you heard?"

"Jesus, Karen. You are a slut," I said, but I meant it light-heartedly.

"No, I like sex. As a matter of fact, if you hear any sounds from my side of the room after you turn off the light, don't be surprised. Or would you like to leave the light on and watch?"

"Karen!"

"Sorry. It's just that I'm still pretty worked up."

She was as good as her word and I heard her enjoy at least two orgasms before I fell asleep. Of course my hands were busy down between my legs once the light went off.

I was still pretty worked up, too. Still wet, I quickly brought myself off to a very satisfying but silent orgasm before falling into a deep sleep. If I dreamed anything good that night, I didn't remember it.

Next morning, we were both a little embarrassed about what had happened. When Karen started to bring it up finally, I quickly shut her down. With our final dress rehearsal of the summer in just two hours, I wanted to be in "full concentration mode", and what happened the previous evening had to be far from my mind for that to happen.

I stayed away from everyone (meaning Claudio and Karen) during breakfast and again at rehearsal. I caught a few people looking at me strangely, a few whispering together, and it was clear that the cat was out of the bag. It was to be expected since we hadn't been exactly quiet the evening before. I felt my stomach clench and tried my best to put it all out of my mind.

The concert was spectacular that night with everyone putting everything they had into the performance. At the end, the conductor actually smiled at us and applauded along with the audience. Putting our instruments away, it was obvious that everyone was in a festive mood and ready to party and enjoy the last night together after our summer of hard work.

I was very aware of the temptations of this last night. In the morning, Claudio and I would go our separate ways, and I would try my best to forget all the awful things I'd done to my marriage vows. In the shower that morning, I'd checked my vagina out, and it still seemed stretched, but definitely narrower than the day before. Maybe David wouldn't notice anything strange by the time I got home.

Both floors of the dorm had parties that night and there was a lot of beer and wine around, also some smoke -- which was something that would have gotten the offenders turfed on any other day, if discovered. Tonight it didn't matter. I knew enough to stay away from that since weed always makes me horny.

It was about an hour into the festivities when I spotted Claudio, beer in hand, as he talked to a couple of other violinists, one male, the other female.

She'd been drinking quite a bit, and it wasn't long before she had her arm draped over his shoulder, snuggling up close. I couldn't tell whether he minded or not, but it was obvious this girl had something very definite in mind.

Music was blaring and a lot of couples were dancing in the common area. I resisted as long as I could, but the way that girl was hanging on Claudio was getting my goat. He'd just about finished the beer he was holding, so I went over to a nearby cooler, got two and sauntered over casually. I was happy to see the relief in Claudio's eyes as I approached.

"Here's that other beer," I said, stepping right in front of him. "Now where's that dance you promised me if I got you one?"

"If you'll excuse me," Claudio said to the two violinists as he grabbed my arm and led me to the dance floor.

"Thanks for bailing me out," he shouted over the din.

"No problem. You looked as if you needed saving."

His gaze took in my tight top and equally tight jeans. "I was hoping we'd get together tonight."

I couldn't remember precisely why I'd changed into something so form-fitting if I didn't want to allow things to get out of control, but I guess my subconscious had taken hold.

I loved the way Claudio moved with me. It was much more than two people shaking their booties. We were actually dancing together unlike those around us. Of course that meant we were dancing closer than they were too. Every time Claudio moved in, I could smell his manliness just underneath the cologne he'd put on. Whenever he touched my waist, my hand or my shoulder, it sent pleasant tingles through me.

The third dance was a slow one, and I let him pull me close, but not overly so. Still, as we bumped together occasionally, I could tell he had an erection already. I knew he was making me wet.

Be strong! I told myself. Finish this dance, have a quiet chat, telling him how much you enjoyed your "interlude" with him and then get the hell out of Dodge. Tomorrow night you're going to be sleeping with your husband!

I told myself, but I didn't listen to that sage advice.

Twenty minutes later, Claudio and I were kissing wildly in the darkness of one of the practice rooms in the basement. He had jammed a folded up newspaper under the door so it couldn't be pushed open easily, and covered the small window in it with a piece of music.

"Jill," he breathed into my ear, "I want you so badly."

"No, just kissing tonight. Tomorrow I'm going to be home."

"So?"

"I don't want to be all stretched out. My husband is smaller than you. He'll know."

"But it's our last night. Please, Jill! You're killing me."

I pushed him away. "I said no."

"Pretty please? I have to be inside you one last time."

"I'll jerk you off, and maybe suck you a little. Would that satisfy you?"

He grinned. "But only if I get to suck you off, too."

I knew what he had in mind: get me all worked up, hoping I wouldn't be able to say no when he tried to mount me.

I reached down and lowered his zipper, while he loosened his belt. Pushing his jeans and underwear down to his knees, I grabbed his cock, marveling again at its size. Now that I'd experienced his monster, I knew that "it isn't the size that matters, it's the motion of the ocean" was just so much bullshit. As long as you could fit a big one in, the extreme pleasure it gave would turn a girl inside out. I felt my resolve slipping.

That night, I didn't waste time with niceties. While rolling my tongue around the huge tip and occasionally slipping it inside my mouth, I used both hands to pump the shaft and play with Claudio's impressive balls. By that point, I knew what did it for him, and I was prepared to do it.

"You are so good, Jill. God in heaven..." He groaned loudly, then added, "You're going to make me cum if you go much longer."

"That's the whole idea," I said, stopping for a moment.

His hands were on the back of my head then and he began gently pulling me onto and off his erection. A little bit more slipped in with each push. Trying to stay relaxed, he bumped the back of my mouth, I suddenly felt the head unbelievably slip into my throat. I rose up on my knees a bit as I also moved back, giving him a straighter shot down my throat.

He must have done this before with someone, probably that cheating older woman he'd lived with, because he knew enough not to rush. I needed a deep breath before each push or my gag reflex would kick in.

We soon found a rhythm and I would take a deep breath each time he'd withdraw nearly all the way. My hands were on Claudio's ass pulling him to me at the speed I wanted.

"I can't believe you're able to do this, Jill. Oh my God, it feels so fantastic. Suck it!"

I was completely in the moment but not so much that I couldn't feel the moisture between my legs. If I was going to stay strong, this had been a very bad idea.

Claudio's girth began to take its toll on my jaw muscles. I was determined to make him cum, but he was far past my soft tongue most of the time, so I couldn't roll my tongue under the bottom of his glans in the way I knew would make him cum quickest. Finally, I couldn't take it any more. My jaw hurt too much and the throbbing between my legs could not be denied any longer.

I pulled off him and looked up. "Sorry..."

His cock, not right in front of my eyes seemed to take up my whole field of vision. I grabbed it to help get to my feet.

"I want you," I said simply as I undid the snap on my jeans.

Both of us got our jeans completely off in record time. The piano was too high off the ground and its bench had somehow disappeared. I had no intention of lying or even kneeling on the floor which is why we wound up with me leaning against the wall, supported by outstretched arms and standing on my tiptoes, sticking my ass out lasciviously. All I knew is that I wanted to feel Claudio's cock all the way up inside me.

His hands were busy with my bra strap. "Help me take it off, but leave your top on. You'll look so sexy in just that tight green top.

It made me laugh. "It's so dark in here you can't see any colors."

"It's the thought of it that turns me on."

Knowing I wasn't going to get his cock until this was done, I pulled my arms out of the top while he slipped the bra off. Then his strong hands pulled the top down again. He was right, it did feel sexier.

What we were doing was really dangerous. The door couldn't be locked, and if someone pushed hard enough, it would slide open. There was no way we could disguise what we were up to. Maybe it was the beers I'd drunk, or maybe the lust carrying me away, but even that thought added to my excitement.

Positioning myself so wantonly again, I felt Claudio move behind me. His cock was between my legs and it was so long, I knew the knob was poking out the front as he ground into my ass. He began sliding back and forth, moistening its length to make his ultimate onslaught that much easier.

"I want you so bad, Jill. You've bewitched me. All I could think of all day is your hands, your lips, the smell of your hair, the lovely way you take me inside of you, the way you look when you orgasm."

His hands were under my top, pulling at my nipples. I was at just the right place that it felt marvelous. He shifted behind me as he pulled back. On his forward stroke, his now-wet erection slipped all the way into me on the first thrust, pushing a low groan out of my throat in front of it.

We hit hyperdrive in just a few strokes. I hadn't realized I was that turned on because I had my first orgasm maybe two minutes later. Without touching myself at all, I managed another two in short order. It helped have Claudio pulling on my nipples. He also knew just when to pull hardest to make me cum hardest.

He was leaning over my back, head near my shoulder as he humped me just using his hips. I couldn't believe how deeply he had himself embedded.

I began rolling my hips, synching with his thrusts and the feelings I got were indescribable. My fourth orgasm was just on the horizon when I felt Claudio's cock swell and lengthen even more.

"Cum in me, dear Claudio! Cum in me one last time. I want it all..."

We both reached our crises simultaneously. Mine was so strong my knees gave out. Claudio tried his best, but he couldn't hold me. We both wound up on the dirty floor of the practice room.

"Oh, God. We're making a mess!" I said as I felt (and heard) Claudio's semen dripping from my gaping pussy.

We cleaned up hurriedly, and on my part at least, guiltily. I had not meant for this to happen again, but it was as if my body betrayed me. It wanted its last taste of being stuffed to the brim with hard cock, to feel that cock swell even more and then pulse deeply within. I've thought about this a lot afterwards. Maybe it was my body trying to get itself pregnant. Does that sound weird? Anyway, thank heavens for The Pill.

We went back up to the party. From what we could hear, a few other couples were making use of the practice rooms in the same way we just had.

Over another beer, Claudio and I sat side-by-side on a sofa, talking quietly. It was now time to wrap up our time together. He was going to one side of the continent and I would be on the other. We talked of how we'd never forget what we shared, and Claudio was enough of a gentleman to not ask if we could carry on further. I'd already made it clear that this thing between us would be over as soon as we left the facility. Somehow I would have to pull my life back together and try to move on.

I know this statement will make anyone's eyes roll, but my place was with my husband and only my husband. It's probably the most hypocritical thing you've ever heard. I was certainly trying to compartmentalize the past weeks' experiences as a way of justifying what I'd done and what I'd become: an adulteress.

As soon as I got away from here, I would be safe, and I would do whatever it took to be a loyal and good wife to the man I'd promised myself to. What Claudio and I had discovered together had taught me a lot about myself, my needs and wants, and for one thing, I would no longer balk at anything my husband requested when we were being intimate. He'd asked me once if I would ever consider stepping out on him, and I'd told him flat out that it would never happen, that I could only screw someone I really loved. I'd certainly discovered that wasn't true. From here on in, I would deny him nothing.

All this was going through my head as Claudio and I talked. He told me he'd never forget me. I told him the same. Our final kiss was pretty chaste as we hugged and said goodnight.

It was over.



What Happened That Summer Ch. 03



Claudio was kissing me frantically and I returned them with singleminded ardor. I wanted him so badly. Dressed in my favorite flowered sundress, it was no problem for him to lift it over my head. I unsnapped my bra as he pulled down my panties.

When I went to kick off my sandals, he said, "No. Leave them on. You look so sexy wearing only that."

Melting into his arms again, I pressed my breasts against his T-shirt, rubbing my hardened nipples across the fabric and sending sparks down to my throbbing pussy. Without hardly breaking our kiss, the Tee was removed and I felt the warmth of his skin now on my flesh.

I dropped my hand to his jeans and squeezed his hard cock through the fabric.

"Take it out," he groaned. "Please!"

Stepping back, I did just that, kneeling on the floor. Peeling his jeans and briefs down his legs at the same time, I soon had him naked. His cock was just as I remembered it: long, fat and very hard as it pointed upward, that marvelous curve at the end. Standing up again, I wrapped both hands around it as we resumed making out.

I was on fire. I wanted Claudio so badly it hurt. I came almost immediately when his hand snaked down to my pussy, lightly brushing my swollen clit. My orgasm was intense as I writhed against him, but it was too short to give me much relief.

Our sofa was nearby, so I pulled away from him and lay down on it, throwing one leg over the back and resting the other on the floor, my legs splayed obscenely wide. My pussy was a river, juices flowing onto the fabric of the couch. I didn't care.

Claudio looked down at me with lust burning in his eyes. Between his legs, his hard cock bobbed with each beat of his heart, its huge purple head showing how much he wanted me.

Using both hands, I spread the lips of my pussy. "Please, Claudio, fill me. I want you so much!"

He knelt between my legs and brushed the tip of his cock up and down my slit, moistening it. Resting his hands on the armrest behind me, I felt his cock settle near my opening. With my right hand, I lined him up, then with both hands on his waist, I pulled him towards me.

No problems this time. My cunt, remembering his girth, easily opened to welcome him. It only took a few push/pulls to have him fully inside me, stuffing me to the eyeballs. We rested then, kissing some more, our tongues dancing together, letting the erotic heat increase before our fucking began.

"I've wanted you so much, Jilly. All I've been able to think about all these months is having my cock inside you like this, feeling your pussy gripping me. You have the sweetest pussy imaginable and you are so beautiful with a cock inside you. God! I've missed fucking you."

"And I've missed it, too. You feel so good inside me like this."

"But doesn't it feel better when I do this?" he asked as he withdrew almost to the end, then rammed it forward.

My exposed clit vibrated when his pelvis crashed into it. I couldn't contain my loud moan.

"Take me. Take me! TAKE ME!" I screamed.

Claudio did just that. It was almost violent as his cock plunged in and out of my helpless cunt. I came over and over and over again before he rammed it in one last time and I could feel it swell and pulse inside me.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I woke up covered in sweat, the covers thrown off me, and one hand between my legs. My pussy was a river. Fortunately Davy hadn't been woken up by my oh-so-realistic dream, not the first that I'd had since returning home the previous summer.

The past six months had been a blur for me as I tried to get my life back on an even keel. I was continuing to take lessons, but with a new teacher and that involved hours of practicing. Gigs were thin on the ground, but recently I'd begun getting hired a bit more frequently. I also had taken on a few high school students. My husband was out of town a fair bit, playing with his band and others, but not on extended tours, thank the lord. 

My return home from the summer program had been fraught with difficulty. After a really horrendous delay to my flight, I'd arrived home late on a Sunday night finding Davy waiting at the airport gate with flowers. It was everything I could do to not break down in front of him. Even nine hours alone waiting for planes had left me inadequately prepared to face him.

I'd decided to not tell him what I'd done, just lock what had happened with Claudio in a dark recess of my mind and throw away the key. I had been so stupid and selfish. Somehow I'd have to overcome the shame that consumed me now that I was away from the program and Claudio. I came home determined to be the best wife I could from here on out. 

Whatever Davy wanted in the bedroom I would try. I'd shot him down on so many things during in our sexual relationship, all of which had more to do with my hangups than anything he wanted to do. I saw clearly now that I hadn't been fair.

That first night, since my period hadn't arrived, I lied and said it had, and vowed it would be my last ever lie to him. Fortunately, he didn't ask anything more (even playfully) whether I'd been a good girl during my two months in that program, because I don't know how I would have addressed that.

But that first night, I'd given Dave the handjob of his life. We had some of that sex lubricant, so I tied him to the bed (which I knew he'd like), blindfolded him and tortured him for nearly an hour before I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, tickled the underside of it with my tongue as I used both hands to slide over his cock and balls, tugging hard just the way he liked. He would have levitated off the bed when I finally let him cum, if I hadn't tied him so tightly. We fell asleep in each other's arms and it was everything I could do to keep from crying.

After a month, my treachery wasn't on my mind fifty times a day. Davy was delighted by my new-found enthusiasm for everything his wicked mind came up with. I knew he liked it when I was more aggressive, so aggressive I became. We had sex nearly every day he was home, often several times. I let him take my ass one especially horny night after we'd smoked some weed, and surprisingly, I found I enjoyed it. I couldn't help but think of Claudio the first time Davy's cock was fully inside me. This was something that my summer lover would never feel, and that brought a smile to my face. My husband deserved something that was only his, even if that didn't include my pussy or mouth any longer.

The night it happened, Davy had me worked into quite a lather with his teasing tongue and very naughty fingers, keeping me at the edge for over an hour. I was desperate for some kind of relief. Clearly he was turned on to the max, as well, because his cock was sticking straight out and quite flushed. He really got off on making me squirm.

I remember whimpering, "Please, Davy, put your beautiful cock inside my pussy. Shove it in! Shove it into me right now! I want to get fucked."

(I'd begun using more spicy language in the bedroom since my return. I'd known it turned him on, but until that point I'd had a problem with it. I worked it in slowly, but within a month we were saying some absolutely insane things to each other.)

"Show me how much you want it. Show me what a horny little bitch you are!"

I flipped over onto my stomach and stuck my ass in the air as if I was a she-cat in heat. My legs were spread, and having just shaved myself that morning, I knew Davy could see my juices dripping out of me. Our bedroom was heavy with the fragrance of my lust.

I looked back over my shoulder. "Please, Davy, fuck your wife's horny cunt. She needs it." I wiggled my ass seductively.

He reached over to pull something from under the bed.

"Close your eyes!" he ordered.

I did just that and felt him slip our velcro straps around each wrist, fastening the other end to the bedposts. The same was done to my ankles. That left me face down on the bed, my arms forward and stretched to the sides, my legs were also stretched open, but not uncomfortably. I was pleasantly trapped on my knees, and would be unable to get out on my own. My butt was in the air and exposed. Davy could do what he wanted to me -- and I could do nothing to stop him. My heart was pounding.

Something a bit cold, but soft was run between my pussy lips. Mmmmm... Our vibrator. I was going to be teased some more. But something felt a bit different. I couldn't lift my chest to allow me to look behind.

"Do you like that?" my naughty boy whispered in my ear.

"Yes. But what I really want is your prick inside me."

"Oh, you'll get it inside you in due course."

Using the length of the vibrator rather than the tip, he ran it through my lips and sometimes over my clit. In no time, I was panting and moaning again. Then I felt his fingers, sliding inside me, rubbing my G spot, taking my arousal even higher.

It was at that point that I felt the tip of the vibrator at my opening. It was slick with my juices now. Davy pushed it at me, but it wouldn't slide right in the way it normally did. I suddenly realized that it wasn't our usual vibrator. It was something much bigger.

"What's going on?"

"Relax, Jill, I have a little treat for you."

In the past, he'd asked a couple of times if I'd like a larger dildo. I'd always told him no, it would be uncomfortable. I now knew differently, of course, but couldn't tell him that. I was definitely interested in having him slide this one into me, but I had to maintain a bit of a charade.

"It feels so big. Please don't hurt me, Davy."

He kissed my left butt cheek. "I would never do that. Just relax and let's play with this."

"Okay..."

"That's my girl."

When he finally pushed hard enough for my pussy to dilate open, a couple of inches slid right in, which I think it took him by surprise. With a lot of pelvic exercising over the past few months, my pussy could grip Davy's erection with a lot of strength, so he probably thought I was very tight. But I could also relax it at will now that I'd been fucked by someone who was very well hung.

(One time when Davy had been out of town and I was especially horny, I'd fucked myself with a fat cucumber. My pussy had not forgotten how to take a large cock.)

"I can see your pussy likes, that, Jilly."

"My pussy loves it! More please."

Not more than a minute later, he had that buzzing piece of latex all the way in. Sadly, it was an inch or so shorter than Claudio, and not quite as big around either. But it still felt fucking awesome -- and I'm ashamed to say I responded shamelessly. Even though being somewhat immobilized by the straps, I could still push and pull a bit, so Davy just held the dildo stationary and allowed me to fuck myself.

If I angled my body just right, I could make it rub my g-spot pretty well, and so I could perhaps bring myself off that way. No matter how much we tried, Davy had managed to give me only a handful of vaginal orgasms. This dildo was an improvement, but nothing like what Claudio could do.

A few minutes in, I felt Davy's slick finger near my bum hole. When he finally pressed directly on it, I gave him a loud moan to signal that I liked it. It wasn't long before my limited fucking motion was also driving his finger up my bum.

"Do you like that, Jill?"

"Mmmm, yes. You've got me so hot. It feels really good."

"Would you like something more?"

I stopped moving. "What do you have in mind?"

"I'd like to have my cock in there. Would you like to try?"

"I don't know..."

"Can we try? Please?"

Just to inflame me again, I felt the dildo begin sliding in and out with long, hard strokes, the fake balls slapping my clit whenever it reached bottom. Davy also wiggled his finger inside me some more. The whole thing was driving me nuts.

"Okay, Davy, we can try. But please go very slowly and use lots of lube."

He got off the bed, leaving the new dildo inside me, buzzing away happily. If felt lovely on my clit as I squeezed to hold it in place.

Back from my bedside table where we kept our bottle of lube, I jumped when I felt him squirt some on my bum hole. It quickly felt great, though as he got everything back there all moist and slippery, eventually giving me two of his fingers.

After another short wait, I felt the warm softness of the tip of Davy's cock replace his finger.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Just go very slowly."

He grabbed my hips and pushed at me. Nothing happened. It reminded me of Claudio trying to enter my pussy that first time.

He had his hand on the dildo, only able to move it in and out a bit because he was between my legs as well.

"You're a little low, Jill. Let me release your legs so you can close them a bit."

"My husband is asking me to close my legs?" I teased. "Unbelievable!"

We moved around a bit and he tried again. I stayed as relaxed as I could as he agains pushed his cock at my bum. This time, though, I also pushed back. Everything just sort of opened up in a rush, and the head and some of his cock slipped right in.

"Hold it right there, mister!" I said. "Let me get used to this."

I realized I was panting. It hurt and felt good at the same time, with a slight burning sensation.

"Put more lubricunt (our joking word for it) on, please."

He did so.

"Now pull out a bit and then push in some more. Let's see how that works."

Davy did as I asked. He felt huge back there, but as I realized it didn't really hurt, I could relax more. It only took a few more minutes before his groin was tight against my butt. I'd taken in all of my husband's six-and-a-half inches. The large dildo still happily buzzing in my pussy was also driving me nuts.

When Davy moved back again, I told him, "Just don't get too frisky back there, mister!"

"If I do, I won't last long at all," he gasped. "You feel amazing. Like fucking a vise."

The feeling of being helpless (regardless of the fact that I was giving my husband directions, coupled with being filled in two holes, quickly brought on one orgasm, then another. I hadn't cum this intensely since Claudio. Every time Davy got all the way in, he bumped the base of the dildo right into my clitoris, making sparks leap through my body.

I don't think that fuck lasted more than three or four minutes, but I came three times before I felt Davy swell up and pulse deep in my butt.

I didn't take Davy anally all that often. I had to be in just the right, usually super-horny, mood. But whenever we did do anal sex, I enjoyed it a lot.

That large dildo became a large part of our sex life, though. Sometimes, after he'd cum in me, sensing I wanted more, my husband would pull out my "big buddy" and fuck me with it. This would usually got his motor going again and he'd wind up taking me a second time.

But there were other times when I was alone that I'd make good use of the toy he'd bought me, fucking myself silly with it -- and all the time imagining that it was Claudio pounding me.

Nearly a year after I'd returned from that fateful summer, we were lying around late one night (both of us having gigged), just talking before we went to sleep. I was feeling a bit horny, but Davy'd had a rough week and seemed pretty tired. We were on our sides and he was slowly and sensuously scratching and rubbing my back. Occasionally, his hand would descend to my butt, kneading the muscles a bit, but staying away from my "sensitive areas".

"Jill?"

"Hmmm?"

"You know how much I love you."

"And I love you a lot, too, honey."

I could feel Davy's cock against my butt, stiffening as he moved in a little closer. My tiredness moved to the background as my libido began to stir. Davy's left hand slipped around to my front, cupping my breast.

"You've become such a wonderful lover. I can't believe how much I desire you -- even more now than when we first met. You're all I think about."

His thumb and index finger encircled my nipple, twisting it deliciously before he tugged on it and then then shook it -- something that makes me crazy.

"Mmmmm... Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

"Could be. Would you like me to stop?"

In answer, I lifted my left leg and reached down for his cock. We shifted a little and together we made it slide between my nether lips, bumping my clit every now and then.

Davy was kissing my shoulder and the back of my neck as I rocked my hips. His cock felt so nice borrowing in against me.

"We've been doing so many things this past year," he whispered into my neck. "I love the way you've become."

"I've been loving it, too. I can't imagine why I held back doing some of those things with you."

He shifted again and his cock slipped into me.

"Oh, Davy..."

"Is this how you'd like me to fuck you, Jill?"

"What do you mean?"

"I was thinking it would be nice to take you from behind, but with you on your hands and knees."

"You can have me any way you want, lover."

"From behind, then."

We shifted around. I was suddenly very horny. Generally, when we made love in this position, Davy would either bring out the large dildo and take my ass with his cock, or he'd use his fingers back there. Either thing would give me a huge orgasm or two -- and I suddenly wanted that. For the moment, though, he felt great in my pussy, his hands on my waist, pulling me back against him. He was very hard.

"Jill," he said, still moving me into him, "what do you think of when we're doing this?"

"I think of you and your lovely cock going in and out."

"Nothing else?"

"Not really."

"How about when you masturbate?"

"I don't need to masturbate that often. Your lips and tongue and magnificent cock keep me satisfied."

"Even when I'm out of town?"

"Well... Sometimes I masturbate then."

He was giving it to me harder now, and flexed my pelvis to drive him against my G-spot. Now that I knew the trick, when I was really aroused, I could occasionally orgasm from his thrusting alone.

"You had to masturbate this afternoon, though, didn't you?"

I suddenly wondered where this was all going and lost my concentration. Davy was doing all the work now.

"You used the big dildo," he continued. "I can tell when you do that because you feel different."

I saw no use in denying it. We'd talked about masturbating several times and both of us accepted that the other did it on occasion. I began to push back again, trying the tightening and loosening trick.

"I was horny and you weren't here to take care of me."

"What were you thinking of?"

"Getting fucked."

Davy shifted and his cock disappeared from inside of me. After a moment, I could feel the pressure of the big dildo. He must have put a little lubricunt on it, because it slipped in very easily. Or was this conversation making me that wet?

"Ohhhhh..." I gasped involuntarily as he plunged it all the way in.

"You like having something big, don't you? I can tell."

"Oh yes."

His hand left the dildo all the way in for the moment, buzzing away happily, though. As expected, I next felt his dick against my back door.

"You'd like to have me in your ass, wouldn't you, Jill?"

"Yesssss..."

"Tell me."

"I want you to take my ass, Davy."

He pushed and I dilated open. With steady pressure and a few thrusts, he was soon all the way in.

I shifted to my usual position for anal sex, laying down on my chest but keeping my ass up. Davy started sawing in and out, using his pelvis when he pushed all the way in to bump the fake balls that were at the base of the dildo, causing them to slap against my clit. I wasn't very far from a nice orgasm.

"You like have both holes filled, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"You like having the big dildo in your pussy and me in your ass at the same time."

I groaned.

"Bet you'd like it even more if it were two people doing you at the same time."

If I weren't so far gone, I probably would have been more circumspect, but he caught me unaware and very hot.




What Happened That Summer Ch. 03



"Oh God, oh God... You're going to make me cum."

"You'd like a big cock in your pussy, wouldn't you? A nice fat one. One that fills you up completely."

My whole body started to shake as I bucked back against him, making the fat dildo jump in my pussy. It would have been wonderful to have a real cock in there now, knowing it was about to swell and pulse inside me, filling me up.

We were both like animals: me with my butt held high, presenting for my lover, my hands gripping the sheets, Davy thrusting away with long strokes, taking his pleasure in my ass.

But I needed a bit more. Reaching back, I touched my exposed clitoris with the first two fingers of my right hand.

That's all it took. I went off like a skyrocket, blazing in the night, moaning like a banshee, my whole body spasming and jerking. Dimly, I was aware of Davy holding me tightly against him as his cock pulsed over and over.

Afterwards, we both just collapsed and fell asleep nearly immediately.

The next morning, I woke late. Davy was pressed against my backside and I was again aware of his hard cock.

"You're finally awake," he said. "I've been enjoying cuddling against you and remembering last night. It really turned you on, didn't it?"

I feigned ignorance. "What did?"

"Talking about big cocks. I've never seen you cum that hard before."

"I was just really horny, that's all."

He kissed my shoulder. "Be honest, darling. It won't make me angry. I promise."

My mind was in turmoil. I'd wanted right from the beginning to confess what I'd done. I came to the realization, though, that it would only be to relieve my guilt. Telling Davy that I'd been unfaithful would make him feel horrible -- and would most likely end our marriage.

"I love your cock very much, but, um, the big dildo also feels good sometimes. But I could never do something like that for real. Never."

Davy moved a little and his erection slid between my legs. I lifted my leg and my hips and he slipped right into me. For the next few minutes of leisurely movements, we both enjoyed the sensations of fucking.

Davy's lips were on my neck, nuzzling and kissing. When he spoke it was soft and gentle and right near my ear. "When that dildo's inside you, do you think of your high school love, John?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you wish now you'd let him have you?"

We had never really talked like this, but I didn't see any harm in keeping the truth from him.

"Sometimes."

"Would you have liked to feel his big cock inside you?"

"Mmmmmm."

"Are you curious about big cocks?"

"A little. I'll bet every woman is."

Davy's fucking was a bit more insistent now, and my desire was rising as well. Trouble was, in this position, he wasn't long enough to really get in deep. I rolled over onto my back and opened my legs.

"Take me this way."

Davy was on me in a flash. He had his hands on top of our bed's low wooden backboard, and I had my legs spread wide and pulled back so he could bury every inch in me.

I wanted to be taken hard and fast, but Davy continued to thrust frustratingly leisurely. I guess he wanted to keep himself under control so we could talk a bit longer.

"And John had a nice fat cock. You told me."

"Yes, it was fat." I went a little further. "I loved playing with it."

"And he really wanted to fuck your cute little red pussy, I'll bet."

"Yes."

"And you wanted to fuck him."

"Yes. But I was scared. I didn't want to become pregnant."

Davy's face was all red, and his thrusting had almost stopped. I could tell he was very close to cumming.

He completely stopped moving. His cock inside me felt like a steel rod, very hard and very hot. "Would you answer a question for me?"

I looked up warily. "Maybe."

"If you could go back in time and didn't have to worry about getting pregnant, would you let him fuck you?"

"Maybe...I don't know. You're not talking about reality."

"So you would be able to resist his fat cock?"

Davy began fucking me slowly again, but very hard, our bodies crashing together with a loud slap. Each time, he rolled his pelvis forward and up slightly, dragging his pubes across my exposed clit. Regardless of my coyness, his words had really enflamed me.

"Oh, God, Davy! Take me. I love you so much!"

"Would you let John fuck you?"

"I don't know!"

He picked up speed and my body began preparing for what felt like would be a very nice orgasm.

"If John were here right now with his fat cock all hard and erect, would you let him fuck you?"

I couldn't keep my body still. I wanted more. Gripping Davy's waist, I pulled him into me even harder.

"Would you want to fuck his cock?"

"Oh... Yes! Oh God yes. I'd love to feel him inside me!"

With that we both came very hard. Pressed against my slit, I could feel Davy emptying his balls inside me. I gripped his cock as hard as I could, the ripples of my orgasming pussy massaging its length.

"Christ! That was a-mazing!" Davy said as he collapsed next to me, completely out of breath.

We lay like that for several minutes. My brain was going a hundred miles an hour. Davy really seemed to get off on that, and from the way I got completely wet as he told me those things, I knew I couldn't hide the fact that it turned me on, too. But I just couldn't imagine telling him about my time with Claudio. I had fallen and had to keep that memory locked away inside. To tell my husband could only bring him grief that he didn't deserve.

"I could never do anything like that in real life," I told him.

"Do what?"

"Make love to John."

"Even if you knew I got off on it?"

I rolled on to my side, facing him. "Davy, love, I just don't want to go there."

He rolled onto his side. "But did you mean it when you said you wish you'd fucked John?"

"I...I guess so. There were times I really did want to let him, but I was too petrified of the consequences."

"Even with a condom?"

"Condoms can break."

"But if you'd been on the Pill, would you have let him?"

"I guess so. Like I said, there were times that I really wanted to."

"I wish you had. Then you would be able to tell me all about it: how his fat cock felt, how many orgasms you had, the whole thing."

As Davy was speaking, his cock was already getting hard again.



What Happened That Summer Ch. 04



So this thing about my former boyfriend, John, became a recurring theme in our lovemaking. To be honest, we both got off on it. At his instigation, I began telling David all about what I'd gotten up to with John, how we would kiss and fondle each other, how we spent that weekend at his parents' cottage with another couple and I came so close to losing my virginity. How John was lying on top of me as we were frantically making out. How I could feel his erection right against the entrance to my vagina. How all I would have had to do was open my legs and pull them back and he would have been able to enter me. How close I'd come to actually doing that.

It always got us both so hot. Then, when were fucking, my husband would ask me about fucking John if I ever got a chance. I'd tell him yes, and then afterwards say that I could never do something like that in real life, all the time feeling like a duplicitous cow.

It was not a good way for me to live. This schizoid arrangement of admitting that I was curious about big cocks, when all the time, that question had been amply answered during my affair with Claudio was taking it's toll on my conscience. I often came close to just giving up and telling Davy, but I was so afraid of hurting him because I had been selfish and weak. Faced with knowing that it happened for real, how would he feel then?

Still, talking like this during sex was something he seemed to enjoy, so I was a willing participant -- mostly for him, but also for me.

Life went on.

Two years later, I was becoming more established as a player in the city where we lived. David was still on the road a lot, also freelancing for the most part. Being so clever, he could play his guitar in any sort of style. He was easy to work with, reliable, so he had lots of work, sadly none of it paying all that well at that point.

I had become a regular first-call sub in our city's orchestra, and that was good because it gave me the inside track whenever the next permanent opening popped up. I filled in the financial cracks by teaching a few students.

Other than carrying around the weight of my guilt for cheating on my husband, life was pretty good. Starting a family was discussed, but put off until we were more financially stable.

Then it happened.

I had just gotten off the subway and was walking towards the stage entrance of the hall where the orchestra rehearsed. It wasn't for the symphony that day, though. This was an out-of-town pop artist doing a gig that required a string section. I remember being caught up in wondering about what we would be rehearsing that day and not really paying attention.

Suddenly I was aware of someone calling my name. I turned around and there was Claudio, a huge smile on his face as he strode towards me.

"What are you doing here?" was all I could find words to say.

He put down his fiddle and threw his arms around me. Still holding my own instrument and a satchel of music, my arms were pinned to my sides. With a big kiss to both my cheeks, he held me back at arm's distance.

"You look wonderful, more beautiful than I remember."

"What are you doing here?" I repeated, still stunned.

"I'm auditioning for the orchestra. There's an opening in the first violins."

"I know."

"I didn't know you're in the orchestra, too."

"I'm not. I just sub in a lot."

"How are things with you?"

"I'm getting work here and there, have a few students. There's going to be a cello opening next year and I'm hoping to get it."

"That would be amazing playing in the same orchestra."

"How are things with you?" I asked.

"I was studying in Italy the past two years, gigging a bit here and there. I had a steady relationship with a wonderful woman, but it fell apart about 3 months ago. I decided to cut my losses and return home. Then this opening turned up, so here I am." He glanced at his watch. "Wow. I better get in there. It wouldn't be good to be late to the audition." He looked at me piercingly. "Could we get together for lunch or something sometime?"

"I don't think that would be a good idea. You know..."

"It would just be lunch -- no strings attached."

"Well, maybe."

"Great!"

He gave me his email address.

"Good luck with your audition," I told him as we hugged chastely and parted ways.

Claudio flashed that devastating smile I remembered so well. "Maybe we'll see each other around."

I hardly remember the rehearsal that afternoon. My mind was in hyperdrive over what had happened. I was firm in a resolution that I would never cheat on David again. It didn't matter if Claudio moved in next door. I had moved on.

Then why could I feel that my pussy was completely drenched?

A week later I heard from friends in the orchestra that Claudio had gotten the job. I don't like to wish ill on friends, but part of me had hoped he wouldn't be successful and would fade again into memory. The person being replaced wasn't retiring until the end of the season, so the few gigs I got before that happened were no big deal. I couldn't help looking across the orchestra from the back of the cello section and if the seating remained the same, Claudio would be facing right at me with only the front row of the woodwinds between us.

That summer, I tried to put it all behind me once again, but David was on the road a good deal of the time, so I had lots of time to think about things past, and get myself good and horny in the process. Most days I'd masturbate at least once, and many was the time my mind was right back there in the summer program and what I'd done with Claudio. I'd try hard to resist, but when my orgasms hit, it was usually him fucking me that was running through my imagination.

In order to tire myself out physically, I was running more than ever. In the back of my mind was the idea that I might try a marathon, since long distances were not that much of a problem for me. The more I ran, the more glances my body got from horny males, especially in the scanty shorts and tight tops I preferred to run in when the weather was beastly hot. Many was the time guys tried to chat me up. My body became even more muscular, and since I was also lifting weights (David had set up a small workout area in our basement), I was pretty buff, if I do say so myself. Coupled with my mane of wild red hair, I was now getting wolf whistles at construction sites and from horny young guys driving by. I knew what it all meant, so it didn't go to my head, but from years of high school plumpness to this was a heady thing.

Of course, David and I tried to share a sex life while he was on the road. I'd send him videos of me diddling myself or using our dildos, and I found myself getting more and more comfortable doing this. From a pretty uptight little co-ed, I'd turned into quite the horny bitch when I let myself go.

For the few short days David was home that summer, we barely got dressed. He fucked me in nearly every room of our small house, even outdoors in our backyard a few times in the middle of the night. The thought that a neighbor might see or hear us, was a really erotic thrill for both of us.

And, of course, David was always asking me if I was being a good girl while he was gone. I'd tell him about what I was doing to myself, and he had the clips I'd email to him, but he'd always ask me if I was really horny for the real thing. I'd deflect and say that I could easily wait for his next return, but in actual fact, there were many times where a good stiff, real dick would have been a lot more satisfying.

One night we were having some nice phone sex. I'd been approached by two really good-looking guys that day when I was doing my usual 5-mile run, and they'd made it very clear what they had in mind when they asked me if I wanted to share a cold drink with them in one's nearby apartment. I laughed it off, but when I got home, I stripped off my few clothes, threw one leg over the back of the sofa, the other leg on the floor, and fucked myself silly with my rabbit dildo-thingie, making myself cum at least three times as I imagined what they would have done to me if they'd gotten me alone.

Afterwards, I felt very guilty, but since it had only been in my imagination, I couldn't beat myself up too much. I had been tempted a teensy bit. To make up for it, I'd videoed the whole thing and sent it off to David in manageable chunks -- for his viewing pleasure.

Late in August, David was away again (gone for nearly three weeks) and I was out running early when the morning was still cool enough to enjoy. My favorite section of that running route was a short stretch of woods where the path wound a bit through the trees. Rounding a sharp bend, I couldn't believe my eyes, but running right towards me was Claudio.

"Jill!," he shouted as soon as he saw me.

I couldn't pretend I hadn't seen him and I didn't want to be rude, so of course, I stopped.

"Claudio, I was wondering when you'd arrive in town."

"I've been here for two weeks. Got a nice apartment downtown, right near the concert hall, like a 5-minute walk away. Really convenient." He looked me up and down, making me feel completely naked in the process. "You are looking fantastic, I have to say. Do you run here often?"

I was thinking in my head, Not anymore, but said out loud, "Not really. It's not very close to where David and I live. When I'm doing an especially long run, I throw this section in, because it's a chance to get out of the sun."

That was a big lie, but I didn't want him getting any ideas.

"Well, you look great, as always, Jill, in fact, you look better than ever. Could we meet for a drink or something sometime?"

I knew that would be dangerous, but again, not wanting to be rude, I said, "Maybe when David is back in town, we could have you over for dinner or something."

I realized just how dumb that idea might be if Claudio decided to blurt out something to my husband, but I figured that I could just never bother to make that invitation official.

"Well, I've got to be going," I said. "I don't want to start to tighten up."

"I'm about done. Mind if I turn around here and run with you awhile?" Claudio asked.

What could I say except, "Sure."

We started off again and ran about another hundred yards when all of a sudden my right leg cramped up. It was probably due to standing around in the cold for several minutes, or it could have been lack of water since I'd forgotten my water bottle that morning, but one minute I was moving along nicely, and the next, I was flat on my back in complete agony.

"Cramp," I gasped, trying to stretch out my calf muscle.

Claudio squatted next to me. "That's all my fault for stopping you in the middle of your run. I'm so sorry."

My eyes were just about crossed from the pain. I'd get cramps occasionally when I wasn't being careful, and this one was a real doozy.

He had my ankle resting up on one of his thighs, and was gently massaging the rigid muscle in my calf. Lying on my back as I was, I could see right up the leg of his shorts. Claudio was going commando, and I could clearly see his penis resting in the mesh support inside the shorts.

His hands felt divine and I could feel my calf beginning to loosen up. Problem was, I then realized, I was about as far away from my home as I could be on this route. There was no way I could walk home, and even though I always carried a bus ticket along with my house keys, the nearest bus stop was a good mile away from where I was.

I glanced up Claudio's shorts again, just a quick one, but I think he realized. When I looked a third time, it was clear he was getting hard.

"Can you stand?" he asked.

"I should be able to."

He pulled me to my feet and I stumbled against him. My leg really felt awful.

I limped around a little bit and realized it would be hours, if not a day or two, before I'd be able to move properly.

"You're not going to make it anywhere in this condition," Claudio said.

I realized he was right.

"We're about as far away from a bus stop as you can get in this city."

"How far?"

"Back that way. It's at least a mile."

"How far is the nearest road?"

I searched in my memory. "Back the way I came, there's a cul-de-sac, maybe a quarter of a mile."

"Then we're going there and I'll call you a cab. He patted the small pouch resting just above the small of his back. "Fortunately, I have my phone with me."

I wasn't in any condition to argue and knew it. The trip back was pretty slow. Claudio had his arm around my waist, and I had mine around his neck as we hobbled along.

Standing so close, and him having been sweating, I was bombarded by his scent, an odor that immediately propelled me back to those hot nights in the summer program when we'd both be dripping with perspiration after one of our couplings.

Claudio was obviously thinking the same sort of thing. "I loved the way your hair always smells of peaches."

A small tremor passed through me.

"Cold?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure. My clothes got pretty damp from sweating."

I think he knew I was lying because the day had gotten quite warm and my shorts and top weren't all that damp, but he didn't say anything further.

As the cul-de-sac came into view, we stopped and Claudio called a cab. We would get there about the same time the cab would arrive. It pulled up just as we did.

Claudio helped me into the back seat, and as I was telling the cabby my address, he slid from the opposite side of the car.

"Claudio, there's no need to see me home. I'll be just fine. Promise."

"No, no, Jill. I insist. After all, it's my fault you got the cramp in the first place."

He wouldn't back down, so I just gave up, and off we went.

My mind was in a complete uproar over what was happening. My body was, too, every time my brain flashed across a memory of my time with Claudio. I wanted him -- desperately. But I had also made a vow to myself that I would never allow myself to fall into that trap again.

Claudio definitely sensed the conflict I was feeling and wisely kept his mouth shut for most of the ride. By the time the cab pulled up at my house, I was determined not to let Claudio come in. I knew the danger I would face if we were locked away from prying eyes, and I knew I probably wouldn't be able to resist temptation. Davy had been gone a long time and I was horny as hell.

Claudio was a gentleman, paying the cabby, then coming around to help me out of the car. Then he made a move to lift me into his arms to carry me to the door.

"I can make it from here, Claudio. My leg is just a little tight, that's all."

"At least let me see you inside."

"No, really, I'm fine. Thank you so much for your help."

I pulled his head down, intending to give him a peck on his cheek. At the last minute he turned and our lips met. It was hot enough to make me gasp and I couldn't help returning it eagerly, before I realized what I was doing.

He pulled back and looked down at me. "Are you sure you don't want me to come inside?"

The meaning of his words was not lost on me. I came so close to just giving in, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him into the house.

But I found the will to resist.

"I...I can't, Claudio. Really..."

His smile was wistful. "I understand, Jill."

"I'm married, you see," I added lamely (as if he already didn't know that).

"No need to apologize. I understand completely." Then he winked and added, "But if you ever feel in need of company, please don't hesitate to call me. You know how I feel about you."

With that, he bounded down the steps, waved as he jumped into the cab and left. I watched it all the way to the corner where it turned and headed south before I went in.

Locking the front door behind me, I stood with my back against it, lightly banging my head against its wood, trying to knock out all the lustful thoughts cascading through me. That had been a very close thing.

Through my shower, I tried to turn my thoughts to other things, but eventually realizing there was no harm/no foul in indulging my imagination, I grabbed my razor and cleared away every speck of genital hair. With my husband out of town, I hadn't seen any reason to keep away the stubble. Afterwards, I quickly toweled off and padded to the bedroom.

Lying in the middle of the bed, I spread my legs and began lightly touching my skin in much the way a lover would. With my eyes closed, I imagined it was Claudio and that I'd asked him to come in instead of leave. I resolutely stayed away from my "naughty bits", amping up my arousal before pulling out our bottle of massage oil. Soon my breasts were slick as I used both hands all over them, rubbing and kneading the flesh, tweaking and pulling on my nipples until they were stiff and hard. Then it was down my belly and eventually to my groin.

Again, I steadfastly kept from touching any of my sensitive bits, but gradually circled in closer and closer. Eventually I found my outer lips and enjoyed their smoothness from my earlier shaving. I pulled at them, causing the inner lips to move and my clit to swell and begin throbbing. Those inner lips are sort of small and delicate so I played with them a bit, too. By that point, it was time to get serious. My juices were flowing freely and I was ready.

I used the big dildo on myself that day, plunging it into my wanting pussy almost violently, all the time thinking of Claudio on top of me, the roughness of his cheeks against mine as he whispered in my ear how good I felt and how much he'd longed to be with me over the past two years, how wonderful it was to feel me around his cock again, and to hear my moans and sighs, to smell my lust as it perfumed the room, and to bury his face in my hair.

Afterwards, sated, I breathed a second sigh of relief. Bullet successfully dodged. I had wanted Claudio so badly, but I had found the inner strength to resist temptation.

But with him now in town and obviously still interested, would that strength continue?

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Late the next afternoon, I got a call from Davy. Since seeing Claudio, I'd masturbated or used our toys at least 4 times -- and I was still horny. Expecting his call, I was lying naked on our bed, legs spread wide and my cell phone ready.

We got all the usual daily things out of the way quickly.

"I've been so horny," he finally told me.

"Me, too," I answered. "Very."

"Are you naked?"

"Oh yes, and my legs are wide open, and I'm very wet. I'm thinking of you eating me."

"I've been thinking about you and John. I've been imagining what it would have been like if he'd been on top of you and you'd just opened your legs, the way you've told me about. Would you have been able to stop him?"

I was running two fingers of my left hand lazily up and down my slit, occasionally dipping them inside, avoiding that little pleasure nubbin at the top.

"I don't know. Maybe I wouldn't have wanted to. Maybe I wouldn't have been able to resist..."

"You're making me very hard," Davy groaned.

I giggled. "I sure hope so."

"I've been thinking about John's cock slowly opening you up, pushing in and you panting as he worked more and more of it in, giving your pussy its first feel of a cock."

"Mmmmm... Sounds wonderful. I wish I had let him fuck me."

"So do I. Is there anyone else you wish you could have fucked?"

I tensed up and stopped my rubbing. "What do you mean?" I tried hard to keep the terror out of my voice.

"Surely there must be guys that you see who look really good to you. It doesn't mean you have to fall to the ground and beg to be fucked."

I felt somewhat reassured. He hadn't gotten wind of Claudio and me. My fingers again got busy and we both silently played with ourselves for a minute or two. Pulling my knees back, I held my vaginal lips open and snapped a photo.

"There's something coming your way," I told Davy.




What Happened That Summer Ch. 04



Reaching over to the night table I grabbed the big dildo. It came with a suction base, so I licked that and stuck to a corner of our bed's frame at just the right height. I was ready for my next photo and I was sure Davy would love it.

"Oh wow! You look so hot. I can see your juices."

"Mmmm... And they taste very good, too. God! I wish you were here. I'd throw you on the floor, sit right down on your cock and fuck you until we both came."

"God, Jill! You're driving me crazy."

We played silently again for a minute or so, then Davy said, "Is there anyone else you fantasize about ever?" His breathing was very heavy.

I saw an opening and I decided to take it. "Well, there was this violinist in that summer program I was in. I thought he was pretty hot."

"What was his name?"

"Claudio."

"Why did you think he was hot?"

I got off the bed, and got on all fours. Backing up, I got the dildo lined up with my opening. Rocking my hips, it wasn't long before I got the end of it nice and juicy. But I didn't let it enter me yet. I wanted the time to be just right. My heart was pounding.

"The word going around was that he was hung like a horse."

"What else?"

"Well, he was rather handsome in an Italian way: tall, slender, dark, sort of continental manners. All the females though he was a complete dish."

Davy asked quietly, "Anything else?"

Now I was at a very serious crossroad. Telling my husband anything about what had happened was not something to do over the phone, but I could see a way forward through the mess -- finally, but it had to be handled just right. I needed to take this weight off my conscience, but I would continue to bear it gladly if sharing it would have any chance of hurting my husband.

"Well, tI danced with him one night about a week before I returned home."

"And?"

"It was a slow song and I let him pull me in close. His dick got very hard -- and it felt like it was large. It reminded me of dancing with John."

"I'll bet that made you very excited."

Lining the dildo up, I leaned back on it. In one smooth motion its length entered me. I didn't stifle my moan.

"What's going on?" Davy asked.

"I'll send you another snap so you can see for yourself."

It's difficult to get everything in the frame when you're doing self-shots with a cell phone, but I tried my best as I continued driving the dildo in and out of me. Davy waited patiently, but I could hear his heavy breathing from the hand-held which was on the speaker-phone setting on the floor in front of me.

The fourth shot was nearly perfect. The dildo was coming out of me, pulling my inner lips with it. You could see a bit of the bed, but it almost looked as if it was a real cock plowing my furrow. I pressed send.

"There's another shot on the way," I said as I crossed my fingers. A lot depended on David's reaction to what he saw.

I heard a ping at his end about 30 seconds later. I waited. And waited.

"You made me cum, you naughty girl. That almost looks like the real thing in your hot little pussy."

"I know. That's what we'd be doing if you were here right now."

"God! I wish I was."

There was another silence and I kept up my slow stroking, bumping the rubber balls at the base of the dildo of my swollen clit.

Davy asked. "Are you fucking yourself right now?"

"Mmm-hmmm..."

"What are you thinking about?"

"Your cock inside me."

"But I'm not that big."

"You're plenty big enough."

"That's not what I meant. I'm not as big as that dildo. I know how much you like it. You can't fool me, Jill. Are you thinking about this Claudio guy?"

"Maybe a little."

"Do you wish you'd let him have you?"

Moving faster now, I answered with difficulty, "I was tempted."

"Nothing else happened?"

I was very close to what would be a pretty large orgasm. "I let him kiss me goodnight."

"You did?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was shy -- and afraid."

"Afraid I'd be angry?"

"Yes."

"Was it a nice kiss?"

"I'm very close to cumming, Davy."

"Was it a nice kiss?" he asked a second time, more forcefully.

"Yesssss... Oh God! I'm cumming!"

It was as if I hadn't cum for a week. I rammed the dildo all the way home and gripped it hard as my pussy rippled and throbbed. I didn't make any effort to stifle the moan that came bursting from my mouth as I writhed on that fake cock.

As the orgasm drifted away, I heard Davy's voice. "Was that a good one?"

"Oh yes," I panted.

"Were you thinking about Claudio?"

I hesitated, then answered, "Yes." Then, "Does that bother you?"

"A little. Is there anything else you didn't tell me about?"

I slid off the dildo and got up to sit on the bed. I was not going to tell him anything when so much distance separated us, so I answered obliquely.

"Kissing him frightened me. I could tell from the fire that blazed between us, that if I continued, he could do anything to me."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know how you would react. There's something else, darling Davy."

His voice was soft, cautious. "What?"

"Claudio just got a job in the orchestra. He's moved here. I saw him the other day when I was out running."

"Did you let him kiss you?"

"Don't be ridiculous! I just bumped into him, that's all." I paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you angry with me?"

"I'm a little angry you didn't tell me before now. Think of the fun we could have had imagining you'd gone further with this guy."

"Oh, Davy, I love you so much."

Then came the million dollar question. "Did you go further with him?"

The perfect answer sprang into my head. "Perhaps. You'll just have to wait until you get home. I'll tie you to the bed and fill your ears with stories while I assault your throbbing cock with my hands, and my lips, and my pussy, all of which love you very much. Maybe they'll be true or maybe they'll just be the imaginings of my warped little brain. You'll have to decide."

"You witch."

David was due home in 9 days, and we had phone conversations during every one of them. That was unusual, but it was clear why -- and expected. I made it seem as if I was just teasing him, since I couldn't gauge how he would feel if I told him that I'd succumbed to Claudio's charms and behaved like a slut -- then didn't confess until now. I knew that would be a very big pill to swallow, and as I've said, I didn't want to deal with something that huge on the phone.

At the same time, my libido was in overdrive. When I was horny, I would indulge myself in all sorts of daydreams about a three-way with Claudio and my husband. Afterwards, the erotic heat assuaged, I felt guilt, shame, and vowed to myself that it was certainly not a good idea. Too complicated, I'd tell myself.



What Happened That Summer Ch. 05



(Yes, this is a story about wife-sharing, so if you're not into that, please be warned: you won't like this story. I'd hate to think of you wasting your valuable time on a story you hate, and then have to send me an email to tell me what you think of me. There are certainly other stories on this site that you'll like far better.)




The day before Davy was due to arrive home, I got a call from the orchestra's manager that they would be needing me for 3-5 weeks at the beginning of the season because one member of the cello section would be out recovering from surgery. Of all the cellists on their sub list, they picked me to fill in. What a coup! Maybe there would be a chance for me when the next opening for a permanent position came up.

Rehearsals started in two weeks and they would courier over parts for all the pieces that were programmed for the first part of the season. I would have plenty of time to practise and get everything in perfect order for each piece we'd be performing.

On the other hand, I'd have to be around Claudio most days, and he'd made it clear the day he brought me home that he was still very interested in getting into my pants. Based on the intense dreams and my daily masturbation practices, he'd wormed his way back into my brain, too.

So I decided to not think about him. I was only partially successful.

Davy came back late on a Sunday night. We had no car, so he'd hitched a ride with one of the other musicians. I was waiting behind the front door, praying that he wouldn't invite the other guy in, because I didn't have a stitch of clothing on except for my sandals. For whatever reason, my husband gets a huge charge seeing me just wearing something on my feet (usually sandals), and I must admit his little kink is sort of exciting for me, too.

He was barely in the door before I was on him, plastered against his body with my right leg wrapped around his left and humping like a dog in heat. To prepare for his homecoming, I hadn't touched myself for two whole days and I was in a state.

"Whoa! Down girl! What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing – except for a piece of plastic for three whole weeks!"

He held me back at arm's length. "My God, Jill, you're a sight for sore eyes. I have missed you so much."

I had him naked, blindfolded and tied tightly hand and foot to the bed before another five minutes had passed. Davy's cock was at full mast and throbbing. Obviously, he'd missed me, too.

Laying down, I rubbed myself against him, kissing his lips, face, neck and nibbling on his ears. When I stuck my tongue in his ear, he groaned loudly.

"I've missed you so much," I whispered. "I'm burning up for you."

"What are you going to do?"

I giggled. "You'll see..."

Scooting down the bed, I got between Davy's outstretched legs. I hadn't tied them spread so much that they'd hurt, but he really couldn't move much at all. I spent the next few minutes breathing hot air on his swollen cock, occasionally darting my tongue out for a light lick. Every time I did that, he would jump and towards the end of that time, he'd thrust his hips up, trying to get his cock into my mouth.

"You're torturing me!" he finally cried out. "Have pity!"

"Not on your life, darling. I'm barely getting started."

With some lubricunt on my hands, I gently massaged his balls until I had him panting. Then I pulled his cock downward, extended my head so my throat was in a straight line with my mouth. Getting a load of saliva ready, I opened my mouth and slowly engulfed the entire length of my loving husband's erection in one smooth movement. I'd never been able to do that before, but I'd been doing a bit of practising recently using bananas.

Davy held his breath as I moved forward, then groaned, "Oh my God! That feels so incredible."

I slid back on my heels, taking him completely out of my mouth before trying again. This time I only got halfway down before Davy erupted in my throat with the biggest load of cum I think he'd ever shot, catching me completely by surprise.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" he said. "It just felt so amazing and I've been saving it up for you. I just couldn't control myself."

I smiled and swallowed. After removing his bonds, Davy and I lay together, stroking and talking and waiting for round two. Eventually, I rolled him over and lay on top of him with my legs on each side of his.

"Tell me more about this Claudio guy," Davy said between kisses.

"He's maybe an inch or two taller than you. He's pretty muscular without being muscle bound. He likes to run – that's how we met last week. It was in that woodsy section east of here. Claudio was going one direction and I was going in the other. We stopped and chatted a bit."

"What did you talk about?"

"Mostly about the orchestra," I answered, fibbing a bit.

"How was he looking at you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Was he checking you out? What were you wearing?"

Davy's cock was trapped between us. I could feel it beginning to swell.

"I was wearing those spandex shorts and one of my tight jogging tops, the green one you like so much."

"So was he checking you out?"

"Yeah. I guess so."

Then came the big question.

"Were you checking him out?"

"It was a hot day. He didn't have a shirt on. He looked pretty good."

"What kind of shorts?"

Davy's cock felt pretty hard now.

"Loose ones. I couldn't see much, if that's what you're asking." I sat up on him and readjusted myself so Davy's erection was between my pussy lips. "This really turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Can't you tell?"

I slid up and then back, lubricating Davy's length. "It's strange. It was one thing asking about John. That's done and in the past. He's completely out of my life. I'm going to be seeing a lot of Claudio over the next month or so. How come thinking about me with another man turns you on so much?"

Davy looked up at me. "I don't really know. I've thought about that a lot and can't come up with an answer. It just turns me on."

I got off and sat cross legged next to him. "What is going on here? We're married and married people don't do this unless something is wrong. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"There's nothing." He reached up and stroked my face. "I still love you as much as I ever have – more, even. There's just something about thinking of someone else fucking you that turns me on like crazy. When you told me about this guy Claudio and the fact that he's supposedly hung like a horse, it just made me so god-damned horny I could barely stand it. I know how much you like that big dildo. You can't hide it. Just imagining Claudio's huge cock disappearing inside you..."

"But do you realize what you're saying? You're talking about something that could be really damaging to our relationship."

"I know that."

"It is a nice fantasy, and yes, telling you about John is a turn-on for me, too. I won't lie. But Claudio, that's a completely different thing. What if you had come home tonight and I told you that I brought Claudio home last week and we spent the entire morning fucking? How would you feel then?"

Davy's cock was standing up, rigid and red. "Did you?"

"Of course not! But what if I had? What if this fantasy of yours was true? Do you actually want to share me with another man?"

"Well, not if it meant the end of our marriage, of course not."

"You're asking to play with fire here. You know that, don't you?"

He nodded.

I continued. "You're saying this in the heat of passion. In the cold light of day, you might feel very differently. You might feel I'd wronged you. It might make you angry enough that you wouldn't want me around anymore. I am not willing to take that chance."

"Believe me, Jill, if that was the case, I wouldn't be willing to risk it, either. To be truthful, I don't know how I'd feel afterwards. How can I? All I'm saying is that the thought of it turns me on. Watching you get fucked by a large-cocked stud would be amazing. I look at my nude photos of you nearly every day. I watch those videos we've done of us making love, you sucking me off, the sixty-nines, and I imagine it's you with someone else, that he's going to fuck you until you cum again and again, driving you nuts. Don't you think I'm aware that you seldom cum with me fucking you, but that you do readily on that big dildo? A large part of this is that I don't want to deprive you of that kind of sexual joy. It's the idea of watching you get off that turns me on so much."

I slipped over on top of Davy and began sliding my pussy lips up and down his cock again.

"You're more than enough for me. The reason I'm with you is because I love you – and for way more than sex. I want to be with you always – and I will not jeopardize that for some whim of yours. So what if I cum more easily with something big inside me? Is that worth risking everything else?"

Underneath me, Davy's cock got softer. "Put like that, certainly not. There's much more I love about you then your physical being, but I'm a guy, and your red hair, your perky tits, and that beautiful ass of yours are very important to me. Since you've gotten in shape like you are, I just can't keep my eyes off of you. Neither can other men. And that makes me proud. They can look, but I'm the one who gets to take you home. I get to make love to you."

I stopped moving. "But you're also saying that it would turn you on to share me. Don't you see how nuts that is?"

Davy shrugged. "I know it's nuts. But I can't get it out of my head."

"Okay, mister. Like I said on the phone the other day, we're going to play a game."

"Sure. Anything you want."

"What if I told you that I've already fucked Claudio, that he's been inside my pussy and I let him cum there? What if I told you that he came in my mouth, that he sucked me to screaming orgasms? What would you say then?"

"I would be really let down that you hadn't seen fit to tell me about it."

I was playing a very dangerous game, and I knew it, but if I just let everything stay the way it had been, I knew that I was living on borrowed time. Sooner or later someone from the music program would blab. I don't think everyone there knew about my affair, but certainly some people did. With Claudio moving into the orchestra I was subbing into (with a good chance at getting a full-time job), there would eventually be talk. The music business is very incestuous and everyone knows a lot of people.

I didn't give a fig if someone wanted to talk behind my back, but there are people who would start rumors (for whatever reason) and eventually something would get back to my husband. I could see that clearly now. Having Claudio in town changed everything. 

But what was done was done. I couldn't take it back as much as I wanted to, but if my husband already knew, if I confessed my entire transgression and he could accept it, then we could weather any rumor-storm.

The fact that the thought of me being with someone else turned his crank, perversely, gave me the only way out of my dilemma. It might well be possible to confess everything to Davy and not hurt him. Oh, it would certainly set him back on his heels, but maybe his kink would allow him to accept that it had happened and allow us to move on – together. I would do whatever he said. If I was guessing wrong and he wanted me to leave, then I would have do it. I did not want to lose him, but the risk was far greater if I kept on pretending that nothing had every happened between Claudio and me.

That night I decided to stake it all on one roll of the dice. I couldn't go on knowing that any day the whole house of cards would collapse.

"Jill?" Davy asked. "You've gone all silent. What are you trying to tell me?"

If anything, his cock felt harder. If the reality that I might have done something bothered him, it certainly would have gone soft – if he hadn't tossed me right off the bed.

I rocked my lower body forward, shifted my pelvis a little, then slid Davy right up inside me in one smooth motion backward, squeezing with all my might.

"You are so tight. You couldn't be this tight if you'd just fucked somebody like Claudio."

"Can you be certain?" I let my vaginal muscles go loose. Even though I hadn't used the big dildo in two days, I knew there would still be some residual effects. "How about now?"

"Oh, jeez, Jill? Did you fuck him the other day? Did you?"

I shook my head. "No. I didn't."

Davy grabbed my waist, stopping my motion. "Are you telling me the truth?"

I looked down at him, keeping my face carefully blank. "And if I was lying, what then? Could you deal with that?"

His cock told me that he just might. It swelled up, and I knew if I even twitched a muscle, he would unload inside me. This really did make him hot. Even faced with the fact that I might have been unfaithful, he was still turned on.

While I was contemplating this, Davy caught me unawares. Flipping me off him, it was a mere moment's work and he had one of my wrists caught fast in one of the velcro restraints I'd used on him earlier. Another moment and he had my other arm done up. I couldn't move.

"Now you little vixen," he said, his face unreadable, "you're going to tell me exactly what's going on."

I was wary, but still defiant. I knew he'd never hurt me, and a quick glance told me his cock was still very hard.

"Did you fuck, Claudio?"

"No. I told you what happened and it was the truth."

"That's not what I'm asking. Have you ever fucked this person?"

This was not going quite as I'd planned. I'd decided if I could discover whether Davy could handle it, I would come clean. Throw myself on his mercy. But it would not be something done in the heat of passion. I wanted both of our minds to be clear and rational. At the same time, I didn't want to lie to him anymore. Could I tell him? Should I tell him?

"What would you like me to say, Davy? If I said that I have truly had Claudio's cock inside me, what would you do then?"

"So you're saying you did."

"No. I'm asking what you would do. Would you still find it a turn on? Or would you turn your back on me?"

On his knees between my legs, Davy looked down at me. I tried to imagine what he saw. I knew he thought I was pretty. He told me so all the time. But would he still see me as desirable – or someone to be despised?

"I would do this."

Davy grabbed my legs and put one up on either side of his head, holding my ankles firmly with his hands. He moved forward until I could feel his erection poking me. Opening my legs while keeping them straight, he lifted my rear end off the bed. With a little more adjusting, he was right at my opening.

"And now I think I'll do this."

With those words, he drove into me very hard, taking my breath away.

Davy is not one driven to animal passion. Sure, we've gotten pretty carried away at times, but this was different. He wasn't being loving at all. I was suddenly scared that I'd taken exactly the wrong tack with him.

He continued to hold my legs tightly and keep my butt off the bed. Angling his own hips, he drove into me again and again from an angle below, hitting my g-spot just right. His ferociousness and that angle began to really get to me. Even though I couldn't thrust back with my arms out and tied, I did the best I could.

Sweat poured off his face from the exertion. He should have cum by now. Where had he found this extra gear?

"So tell me, Jillian," he said through almost-clenched teeth, "and you'd better tell me the truth: Do you want to fuck Claudio?"

"I don't know."

"Have you fucked him? Tell the truth! It's your only chance."

"Will you love me any less? I'm so scared of losing you."

He stopped moving, buried as deep within me as he'd ever been. "Did you fuck him?"

"Yes."

"When?"

"When I was away in that program."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared. I was so ashamed of what I'd done. How I'd broken faith with you so badly."

He pulled all the way out and thrust in again, just once. "And did you enjoy it?"

"No lies?"

"No lies."

"Yes. He was very, very different from what I share with you. You I love, but Claudio I fucked. That was it. Everything was based on sex."

"Have you been in touch with him ever since?"

"No! I told him it was over and I left. He never tried to contact me, nor I him. Even this week when we met accidentally, I told him I had no interest in continuing with him."

He began thrusting into me again. "So was this the reason you were so different when you came back from that program? In bed, you were suddenly doing amazing things. I've had my suspicions."

"Davy, do you still love me and want to live with me?"

He finally smiled. "Doesn't what I'm doing right now tell you anything?"

"Not really. This could be a last grudge fuck before you leave."

"If that was the case, you'd have that big dildo all the way up your ass right now, young lady."

He knew quite well how afraid I was of just that thing happening.

"So did you like Claudio's big cock? Tell me the truth!"

"Yes."

"How big is it?"

"Bigger than John's."

"And he made you cum?"

"A lot." Suddenly I was on fire and very close to a huge orgasm. "Just shut up and keep fucking me like this, Davy. You're going to make me cum all over your amazing cock."

"And you can't stop me."

"No."

"Does that turn you on?"

"Dear God, yes! Fuck me harder, sweet Davy. Make me cum."

"If Claudio was here right now, would you want him?"

"No! I'd want you. Yours is the cock I love. You're the man I love. I'd want you!"

With that, I could feel him swell up even more and that took me right with him. We both came very intensely, moaning out our erotic joy. Davy had made me cum almost as hard as my best fuck with Claudio had. This was better, though, because there was no guilt, nothing bad, just two people sharing their love.

Nothing more was said that night. Davy undid my bonds and we went into the bathroom and showered together. There was kissing and there was touching but it was not really erotic. We were just sharing our closeness.

We went to bed and I fell asleep immediately.

A few hours later, I awoke and was alone. Frightened beyond words, I leapt from bed and went searching for Davy.

I found him in the basement, noodling idly on one of his guitars. He didn't look up as I came down the stairs.

"Davy? Is everything all right?"

He looked up then, a solemn expression on his face. "I just came down here to think a bit. What you've admitted to me tonight changes everything."

"Do you want me to leave?"

"Do you want to leave?"

"No! Never!! What I did is in the past. I'm ashamed beyond words that it happened, but I love you even more than I ever have. But I also betrayed you. If you can accept that and we can move forward, I would be more grateful than I can ever express. I don't really deserve your forgiveness, but I'm asking for it just the same."

He put his guitar in its case on the floor. "Come here, Jill."

He folded me in his arms and we sat for a long time like that.

"I forgive you," he said, "but I want you to know you've been extremely naughty. From now on, there can be no secrets between us – ever. Lying is the one way to make me walk out the door and never look back. Do you understand?"

I looked down at the floor. "Yes, I do. I will never, ever lie to you again, or keep anything from you that you should know. You have my absolute promise on that."

"And if you ever feel the urge to take someone to bed, you'll tell me first, won't you."

"I have zero interest in that. Once burned twice shy."

"Even if I asked you to?"

"Dear God, you're not saying..."

Davy's rapidly swelling cock told me all I needed to know. I dropped to my knees and began sucking him as he told me all the nasty things he wanted me to do with Claudio.




What Happened That Summer Ch. 05



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For the next few weeks, sex with my husband was fantastic – and constant. We couldn't get enough of each other. Anything he wanted to try, I was an enthusiastic participant. I came up with some interesting variations of my own, too, which I know he appreciated – a lot.

He couldn't get me to talk enough about my time with Claudio. Over and over I'd told him every detail I could remember about our "trysts" (as Davy had taken to calling them), and every time he'd get off massively.

So far, he hadn't suggested that we invite Claudio over or something equally blatant, and that was a good thing. I knew that if I wanted to and told him, Davy would let me enjoy Claudio and his cock anytime. A few times he brought up threesomes or watching Claudio and me go at it, but I always demurred. There were two problems: first, it would just feel too weird to have Davy sitting there watching, and second, we had no idea how Claudio would feel about something like that. Anyway, I always put Davy off on that request.

In the heat of making love, I would always say what I knew Davy wanted to hear. I'd tell him how much I loved Claudio's cock (especially its width – which was true), or how I thought about him all the time (I really didn't, but there were times...) or what I'd say to him if I ever had the chance to be alone with him again. Davy got off on it – me, not so much.

Thank heavens Davy didn't get all wimpy on me. I did not want one of those husbands who like their wives to walk all over them. I did not want a bull lover who would order me around and humiliate my man (as if it wouldn't be humiliation enough to see his wife used by a guy with a bigger cock). Neither of us was into that kind of stuff.

We talked a lot outside of the bedroom, too. Davy really opened up when I asked him to really explain why he found the thought of me fucking someone else so erotic. If positions were reversed, I'd scratch the woman's eyes out.

Just before orchestra rehearsals were due to start, we were sitting on the sofa, pretending to watch a TV show. Both of us had held off on initiating anything, but there had been playful grabs of each other all day long, not to mention comments with "deeper" meanings.

"Davy? What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about you and Claudio. Do you miss that?"

"No. It was amazing while it was going on, but when it was over, it was over." I pulled back a bit and looked at him. "I still just don't get it. Why do you get off so much on the idea of me fucking another man?"

"It's the thought of seeing you in sexual ecstasy, watching someone with a large cock – which you enjoy, admit it – just drive you over the edge. I think about it and I get a boner every time."

"But you could see that with a big dildo. I'll gladly fuck myself with that any time you say the word." (And I had.)

"It's not the same thing and you know it. My stupid kink only seems to work when I think of a real flesh and blood person with their cock inside you."

"But it's hard for women to separate sex from love. You may not be worried about it, but I am. Claudio is a nice guy. He'd be a great catch for some girl."

"Are you in love with him – even a little?"

"I like him a lot."

"Could you fall in love with him?"

I had thought about this quite a bit. "He's almost everything I could ask for, but there's some spark missing. Sure, he says all the right things, and certainly does all the right things, but there's a distance there. I can't shake the feeling that I was just being manipulated so that he could have his way with me. For that one week, he had me so in lust with him, it was frightening. I just couldn't say no. It was like I was addicted to his cock and what it did to me. But love him? I don't think so." I moved closer to Davy, cuddling against him. "You're the one who has my heart."

We kissed for a bit, and I thought the next move would be towards our bedroom – but the conversation wasn't over.

"Well, then I don't see why you're stalling," Davy said when we came up for a breath. "You've just sworn you're love for me and said you only like Claudio, you don't love him. Why not enjoy his big cock and have some fun?"

"I've already told you, I'm not sure I could do this in front of you, whether you're involved or just watching."

"Don't you find the idea of having two cocks to play with enticing?"

"On paper, sure. But you're talking flesh and blood people here. What if Claudio isn't interested in that sort of thing?"

Davy pulled on my right nipple. "Are you honestly suggested that Claudio could actually resist any chance at being able to have his way with you? You've already told me that he's come on to you."

"I don't know..."

"Well, at least you should find out. Ask him."

"Oh God. That would be so embarrassing! I can't do that."

Davy got off the sofa and reached down to unbutton my jeans. I lifted my bum and he slid them and my thong right off. That left my sports bra, which I knew from past experience, he'd want to remain on. He brought over my sandals from our foyer and slipped them on my feet. One of my husband's kinks was watching me dressed like this being taken on our sofa by someone (Claudio at the moment). Davy quickly got completely naked.

"I'm going to make you cum all over my face," he said, laying down on the floor.

This was another kink, one that I loved, too. Davy got off on me straddling his head and rocking back and forth, using his tongue (and nose) to bring myself to orgasm. It was sort of like masturbating on his face. It gave me an odd sense of power.

He liked it because my genitals opened up completely in this position. He could stick is tongue up my pussy, or swab it around my clit or my asshole. When we really got into it and I was getting close, he'd make his tongue flat and soft, fluttering it while I thrust up and over his nose, which when my clit got hard and extended, felt magnificent.

We hadn't quite gotten that far on this occasion, when Davy told me, "I want you to imagine that it's Claudio's face you're riding. Will you do that for me?"

I was a bit annoyed at the intrusion. "Can't I just get my rocks off?"

"Do it for me, sweetie. Wouldn't it be fun to ride Claudio's face, make him know who was boss?"

I flashed back to that time I'd masturbated Claudio, making him "suffer" for how he'd made me suffer. That had been a huge turn-on for me, feeling in control like that with such an alpha male. I do believe he got off on it as much as I did, too. Hmmm... It was no problem to put myself into that headspace again, and I suddenly felt myself getting very wet, easily sliding all over Davy's face. He grabbed my hips and stopped me.

"Are you thinking about riding Claudio's face?"

"Oh yes," I groaned, trying to move again.

"Good girl," Davy said as he let go and began lapping up my lubricious arousal as I began rubbing my clit against his nose.

It didn't take me long to work up a full head of steam. Doing this to Claudio suddenly seemed very appealing. I'd always gotten the feeling he thought that, just because he had a big cock, he could have his way with anyone in any way he wanted. Well, two could play at that game.

"Suck my clit, Davy. Now!"

His lips clamped around it, and knowing just what I like, he began sucking and releasing while fluttering his tongue. Almost immediately my body shuddered uncontrollably as a lovely orgasm flooded through me. I groaned loudly and rode my husband's face lustily. He loved it and I loved it.

Once I could move, I rolled off him and lay on the floor. Reaching over for his cock, I found it soft and slimy. He'd cum already.

"Were you touching yourself?"

He shook his head.

"God! You must have been turned on." (He'd only cum like this once before.)

This time Davy nodded. "I'll be out of town next week, you know."

I rolled onto my side. "And you want me to approach Claudio?"

"I'd rather you got him over here before I left."

I sighed. "Don't you ever give up?"

"At least think about it, okay?"

So here I was a few days later, in the middle of the orchestra's first rehearsal for the new season and was more aware of Claudio across the orchestra undressing me with his eyes than I was of the conductor waving his arms and yelling at us.

I'd let Davy talk to me into approaching Claudio before the rehearsal started and telling him that if he asked me to lunch again, I might not say no this time. I was really on edge about what I might be getting myself – and Davy – into. All the way down on the subway I'd try to come up with something I might say to my former lover.

What do you say in a case like this. Just blurt out, "Hey, I'd really like you to fuck me again," or spend hours working the conversation around to it. The sticking point would be telling him in the best possible way that my husband would really get his rocks off if he could watch or even join in. The whole situation was completely surreal.

"Miss Redhead! I get the feeling you have no idea what I just said." The thunderclouds were gathering on the conductor's face, never a good thing.

My stand partner said from the corner of her mouth, "He wants to change the fingering."

"Maestro," I said out loud, "I was just trying to figure out in my head how your idea would change the phrasing. Sorry if I looked a bit spaced out."

Problem averted, we started again, but as we played I leaned over a bit and whispered, "Thanks! You sure saved my cookies."

"I'd be a bit spaced out if someone that handsome was staring at me that way," she answered, indicating Claudio with her head. "He can't take his eyes off of you. Quite a dish, our new violinist."

Oops. Not good if other people were picking up on this. I'd have to tell Claudio to cut it out. In the meantime there was Beethoven to deal with.

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"Believe me, Claudio, I'm having trouble wrapping my brain around all of this."

"As I told you way back when, this sort of thing is not uncommon. What part of this are you having trouble with? Perhaps I can help?"

Was there a little bit of a leer in his face just then? It was so transparent what he was thinking. 

"First, it was unbelievable that my ever-loving husband gets off on the idea of his wife screwing around with other guys. But now it's the part about him actually watching it happen – or taking part in it."

"Threesomes are fun. I've done them several times. The female has two males at her beck and call. I'm told there's nothing like," he leaned forward again for privacy, "having mouths on both sets of a woman's lips, and as for two hard cocks to pleasure her..."

He'd already made it clear that he'd be very happy to take up where we'd left off. It was still a very raw and emotional thing for me, though. I could not move on from what I'd done, my part in the betrayal of my husband. Now it seemed that everything was hunky-dory; there was nothing on his part to forgive. His last words as I'd left the house that morning were still rattling around in my feeble brain: "At least think about it, Jill."

On the other side of this inner conflict was the fact that I would love nothing better than to have Claudio between my legs again. Davy was right: Nothing can replace the feel of a real cock, attached to a vigorous and intense lover. I could not deny that I craved that still.

"Davy's leaving town for a week tomorrow," I blurted out, almost unintentionally.

Claudio raised his eyebrows, and this time there definitely was a leer. "And?"

I sighed. "I've told him many, many times that I'm uncomfortable about him being there, sitting there watching me cuckold him right before his eyes. We've gone round and round about this over the past couple of weeks – since I met you out running. Last night he told me he wanted me to get together with you and record it, then send it to him while he's away from home."

"Look, Jill," he'd told me, "it's no different from you telling me about what when on between you and Claudio. Are you uncomfortable about that?"

"A bit," I'd replied. "I do it because you like it and ask me to."

Davy had turned my head forcing me to look into his eyes. "You have to admit you get off on it, too. Every time we talk about it, you get incredibly wet and orgasm much harder. So I can't believe you're all that uncomfortable about it."

"But that's all in our heads! You're asking me to make this all real. You're going to see me with another man. It's going to be right there, up close and live. I will absolutely not do this is you're going to have second thoughts afterwards. I am so not going there. If there is the slightest chance this will come back to bite our marriage in the ass, I need to know now. Can you handle this?"

Davy didn't speak for a moment. "I'm ninety-five percent certain I can handle this." He put my hand on his crotch. "See how hard it makes me just talking about it? While I'm gone, invite this guy over. Go nuts. I want to see you cum all over his cock. The thought of you going crazy as he fucks you makes me crazy. Do it. I can handle this, I swear."

"What are you thinking about so intently?" Claudio asked me.

I sighed again, very deeply. "Are you free to come over tomorrow evening?"



What Happened That Summer Ch. 06



Next morning, I kissed Davy goodbye when the taxi came to take him to the airport. He'd been hired to play on an album on the west coast. When we'd made love one last time very early, I'd told him Claudio was coming over day after tomorrow and that I'd make his damn movie for him.

I had a bit less trouble focusing at the rehearsal that morning. Desperation for a musician is having the conductor's notice – for the wrong reason. Somehow I stuffed what I was going to be doing in twelve hours into a small mental box, locked it, and threw away the key – at least doing the rehearsal. To aid me, I never once looked at Claudio and stayed well away from him during our break, staying in a cubicle in the women's washroom.

As I was leaving the building just after noon, Claudio caught up to me.

"Is everything all right? Are we still on for Wednesday?"

I shrugged. "I guess so."

"May I take you to dinner beforehand?"

I thought for a moment. "No. I'll be too nervous. Why don't I throw together a bit of munchies for before?"

"Great idea. And I'll bring the Champagne. When one is about to make love to a beautiful creature like you, one should always ply her with Champagne."

"Don't tease me, Claudio, please. I'm nervous enough as it is."

"See you at seven, then?"

"Yes," I said as we separated at the entrance to the subway. As I went down the steps with my cello, I mumbled to myself, "I can't believe I'm doing this."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

What does one wear when her lover is coming over for a tryst? Every other time I'd been with someone in a situation like this (John, that guy in university who took my virginity, Davy, Claudio), I'd just been wearing what I was wearing and when things started happening, I removed my clothes – or they did it for me.

Tonight was no seduction. It was harshly premeditated – so I was dithering as to what to wear. Should I meet Claudio at the door in something slithery? Davy had bought me all kinds of "seductive clothing". Or should I wear my normal, everyday clothes? No, too hard to get off. Or should I just be naked when I open the door? Somehow I couldn't wrap my brain around being that blatant.

In the end, I decided to wear this lovely sort of sari-like dress Davy had bought me while we were on vacation a year earlier. It went down to my ankles, was very simple, just elbow-length sleeves, no waist, comfortable, and the the greens of the fabric really worked well with my skin and hair. Davy said that seeing me in it always gave him a stiffy. I think it was because my nipples really showed if I didn't wear a bra. That night, I did leave off the bra, but had some lovely French panties on – another favourite of my husband's.

When I opened the door to Claudio's ring at seven sharp, I might as well have had nothing on the way he looked me over.

He was dressed in chinos and a nice light blue shirt, open at the neck. We'd both grown up since that summer, no longer kids. He looked to me like a male in his sexual prime, fit, handsome and very desirable. I could feel myself moistening. This might be a lot easier than I thought.

"God! I haven't been able to get you out of my mind the past two days, Jill." He shook his head. "You look absolutely divine."

I walked forward and we kissed, not chastely, but not like two people who were going to fuck each other's brains out, either. It felt natural and very familiar, and my heart-rate dropped a bit.

"I've got some wine and cheese and crackers," I said.

He held up a one of those wine gift bags. "And I've brought the Champagne."

"I'll be right back," I said as he hung up his jacket on one of the pegs by the door. "Make yourself comfortable."

My hand was hardly shaking as I put down the food and Champagne flutes, sitting next to Claudio on the sofa. Across the room, I'd already set up the camera as Davy had directed. He wanted his movie to start in the living room and move into our bedroom later. All I had to do was turn it on.

We made small talk through the first glass of really excellent bubbly. The alcohol buzzed into my brain and further calmed me down. Claudio poured a second glass.

"Claudio, there's something I want to say to you before we take this any further."

"What's that, Jill?"

"You know why I invited you here tonight. Well, it comes with a caveat."

"Caveat?"

"Yes. I want you to know that I'm not doing this to cheat on my husband. I did that once with you and I will not do it again. He's going to know every move I make. If he has any problem, I will stop and that will be it. Period."

Claudio nodded.

"And another thing, I'm not doing this as a power trip over my husband. Ours is not one of those sub/dom relationships you hear about. At all times you are to be respectful to my husband – whether he's present or not. Yes, you do have a bigger cock than he does. Yes, you do give me marvelous, toe-curling orgasms. We both know that. He won't get off on you questioning his manhood or saying that you're so much better than he is. If you are ever less than respectful to David, that is it. We're done and I will never so much as look at you again. Do you agree to that? If you've got a problem with those rules, then tell me now."

"Why is your husband willing to let me be with you again, then?"

"Because he knows I love a big cock, specifically yours. He likes the idea of me enjoying myself and he knows he doesn't own me. I'm not his property, same as he is not mine. There isn't a power struggle going on here. He's willing to give me space to enjoy love in all its forms. And that includes you. You know how much I enjoy everything you bring when we go to bed. But I am David's wife. I know how lucky I am to get this chance, especially since I did cheat on him with you. Do you get everything I've just told you?"

Claudio leaned forward and kissed the tip of my nose lightly. "I love watching your face when you're being really sincere, Jill. I would agree to nearly anything in order to make love to you again. I will do whatever you say." He smiled. "Now that we're on the same page, can we move on to more... enjoyable things?"

Showtime. I downed almost the entire glass, then took a deep breath, crossed the room, and turned on the camera. One memory card would film for an hour and a half. Davy had left three. I could feel Claudio's eyes burning into me as I crossed back to the sofa and leaned back.

"You are such a beautiful woman, Jill. The man who has your heart is a very lucky man indeed."

I snorted. "You're only saying that because you want to get into my pants."

"No. I mean it. I have never seen a woman more beautiful and sexy than you."

"That's very flattering, but I stand by my original statement."

"May I kiss you?"

"Certainly. I'd like that very much."

Claudio put his glass down and leaned toward me. Our lips met and that spark of electricity that had been there the first time we kissed ran through me again, making me shiver.

"Cold?"

"No."

"Horny?"

"Yes. Very."

We made out like two teenagers for a good ten minutes. Eventually our hands got involved, mine rubbing Claudio's erection through his pants and his hands pulling and twisting my nipples, making them ache pleasantly.

He pushed me over and lay on top of me, dry-humping as we made out. I opened my legs as he buried his head in my neck, kissing and sucking. Now I was on fire and the thought of the camera recording everything suddenly didn't bother me. I wanted Claudio – badly.

"Get off me," I told him.

His kissing stopped. "What?"

"Get off me. Stand up and let me undress you."

"Why didn't you say so?"

Without making it obvious, I got Claudio into position, partially turned toward the camera. Davy was soon going to see exactly what was going to be inside me very shortly. Without rushing, I got Claudio's clothes off in a hurry. By the time I got to his briefs, his cock was maybe halfway erect, flat against his stomach and peeking out the top.

Now it was time for the big reveal. The size of his cock, though I knew it pretty intimately, sort of took me aback. My memory had dimmed a bit about just how fat and long it was. Now it was right in front of my face again and the sight of it got my heart racing and my juices flowing freely.

"Don't move," I said with Claudio standing there in all his naked glory. His cock was now almost at full swell.

Retrieving my bottle of lube-her-cunt from next to the sofa, I squirted a good bit on my hands. As always, Claudio's groin was shaved, making his erection look even larger and more imposing (I'd discovered his dodge from sneaking looks at porn on the Internet). Using both hands, I got his cock and balls slippery and shiny, working him up and down, squeezing, pulling to the point where Claudio's arousal was turning everything red and pulsing with every heartbeat. My crotch was now throbbing, too.

I got to my feet. "Lift this off," I told Claudio and held my arms up.

He grabbed my shift at the shoulders and pulled it off me smoothly. I bent over, taking off my panties and melted into him, pulling down his cock so I could slide it between my legs as we embraced.

We kissed some more as I humped the length of Claudio's magnificent erection, my nether lips sliding along it easily.

I bent again and grabbed a cloth I'd also put beside the sofa. It was the work of a moment to wipe off his cock. I knew I would be wet enough for the both of us.

Laying back on the sofa, I threw one leg over the back and rested the other on the floor, just as I had in my dream.

Spreading my pussy open, I looked up at Claudio standing next to me. "I want you inside me – right now. Fuck me, Claudio. It's been too long."

He looked a bit startled, probably because I was being so blatant, but at that moment I really did want him quite badly.

Once he was on top of me, we kissed a bit more and I made sure the passion showed in the way I was responding. Then it was time.

I pulled back my legs way back and got Claudio to put his hands on the sofa's arm above my head so there was a space between our bodies. I wanted Davy to see everything, leaving no doubt that Claudio's cock was entering his wife's pussy. I'd already asked Claudio earlier that day about STDs and he assured me I would be safe if I took him bareback. (Somehow that hadn't entered my mind when we'd first spent that week fucking our brains out.)

I lined him up with one hand and he pushed forward. I made sure to remain tight so he'd have to push a bit before it would pop in. This was part of the show for Davy. When the pressure was hard, I loosened my pussy muscles and allowed Claudio to sink halfway in.

"Slowly, slowly," I sighed. "I'm not used to you anymore."

It only took him a good half-dozen thrusts for me to fully "encunt" Claudio's cock. He rested more on my body and I brought my legs lower. We kissed passionately then I let him take over and do whatever he wanted.

"Oh Jesus, Claudio, don’t stop! You're going to make me cum."

"Cum all over my cock, sweet Jill. Show me how much you love it."

I grabbed his hips, pulling him into my clutching pussy. I was moaning and swearing, lost in my rising passion.

"Claudio! Claudio! Oh sweet Jesus, you feel so incredible. I'm going to cum. All over your fucking amazing cock. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

With that, I just spun out like I hadn't since the last fuck we'd enjoyed. I was aware of him with his arms wrapped around me, or bodies joined tightly as I writhed underneath him. Though he slowed as my orgasm ebbed, he never stopped thrusting his magnificent tool into me. Even as I returned to my senses, I could feel my arousal rising again.

I'd forgotten how good Claudio's staying power was. Partially, it was that we changed positions relatively frequently (I also knew his trick now), but he could last long enough for me to orgasm in every one of them at least once. He flat out was driving me insane with lust.

By this point, I was no longer aware of the camera, completely swept away by my lust, but I knew Davy would be getting the show he wanted – at least, I hoped it would be what he wanted after he'd seen it once.

Eventually, we moved into the bedroom, where I only had a sheet on the bed. Again the camera went where Davy had directed, and after I'd turned it on, it was again forgotten. 

This time the sex was more complete. I let Claudio eat me (as if that took any coaxing) and I did my best with a blowjob. That was mostly to get him super hard again, after which we fucked for a good half hour. The one time I did play to the camera was when I rode my stud backwards so my open pussy was facing the camera. Davy would really have a good view of Claudio's massive cock thundering into me. We both came nearly simultaneously.

Afterwards, I lay back on Claudio as his softening cock flopped out, along with a flood of semen which the camera would also see. I looked directly at the camera then and mouthed, "I love you."

It felt rather weird, considering what I'd just done, but I really did love Davy then for allowing me to indulge every erotic idea in my imagination. And now I had enjoyed it even more because he'd not only given me permission, he'd encouraged me to do it.

Getting off Claudio with my hands cupped to my genitals, I padded over to the camera and shut it off.

Before he left that night, we took a shower together. No camera, but we kissed a lot and I used the soap to jerk him off. My pussy was far too sore for any more action.

At the door, with me still naked, Claudio kissed me goodnight, telling me for about the tenth time how much he'd enjoyed being with me again.

"Can we do this some more before your husband returns?"

"We'll see."

He smiled. "I'd be happy to be your porn star anytime you say."

"We'll talk at rehearsal, okay?" I kissed both his cheeks. "Thank you for a lovely evening." I grabbed his cock. "I'd forgotten how nice this thing feels inside of me."

"You can have it anytime you want, sweet, sweet Jill."

After closing the door, I leaned against it for a long time.

I hoped I'd done the right thing.

Two and a half hours later, after watching the entire evening's videos, I packaged them the way Davy had shown me and uploaded them for him to find on his cloud site next time he checked in. Even though I was dead on my feet, I went to bed, spread my legs and used my fingers to diddle myself to one last gentle orgasm before drifting off to a dreamless sleep.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"I got the videos," Davy told me the next morning. His voice sounded strained and my heart was suddenly in my throat.

"And?"

"I was on tenterhooks all day yesterday, wondering what was going on back home. Last night at the studio, I could hardly concentrate."

"Is everything...okay, David? Are you all right with what happened?"

I don't know if he even heard my question. He just went on, obviously under the influence of some very strong emotions.

"I had no idea it would be like that. In one way I felt sick to my stomach watching you with him."

"Davy, love, I was playing to the camera for you, your very own porn star."

"At the same time, I was so turned on, I could barely stand it. My heart was going a mile-a-minute when you took his cock and then pulled him into you. It was the raw passion of it. And my God, his cock is gigantic. How did you get that all into your little pussy? Yet you took it and I knew how much you were getting off on it. You fucked him as much as he fucked you. I came without even touching my cock!"

"But are you okay, David? That's all I really care about. Say the word, and I will never so much as look at Claudio again!"

"You're not going to leave me for him?"

"Good heavens, no! With Claudio it's just sex. Very good sex, it's true, but what you and I have together transcends that. I could never live with Claudio. It would all go wrong very quickly. He drives me nuts with lust, but it just doesn't work the way it works with you, my love."

We talked about everything for quite some time, and I felt reassured by the end that Davy was indeed okay with what we'd allowed to happen. Actually, he was as enthusiastic as ever.

"Are you going to see him again before I get home?"

I got the feeling he might like me to play him a bit. "Maybe."

"As long as you give me all the juicy details. Or you could send more videos."

"We'll see. I'm pretty sore today. My pussy took quite a pounding last night."

"Christ! You're giving me a hard-on, talking like that. Jill..."

"Yes, love?"

"Do you think I could be part of it when I get home? Do you think you could handle two stiff cocks?"

"I don't know. It would be a bit weird, having my husband and my lover in the same bed..."

"But you could do it, couldn't you?"

"I'd have to also talk it over with Claudio. I'm not sure how he'd feel."

My husband laughed. "If I know anything about males and their response to being able to fuck a gorgeous woman like you, he'll do anything you ask. It's not as if you're chasing him around. He has no power in this equation."

"You may be right..."

"I know I'm right. Ask him. You'll see."

I looked over at the clock. Time to get moving. I had a lot of practising to do before rehearsal in the afternoon.

"I gotta go," I said.

"Me, too."

"I love you so much, even if I did just fuck another man."

"You are so gorgeous with that massive cock inside you. I especially loved that last scene. Maybe when I'm back I could film a session with the two of you."

"We'll see."

"Be good – but not necessarily too good."

"I'll do my best."

Talking about the video had got me a bit worked up, so I padded to the computer, fired it up and turned on the first clip.

My God, it was hot! Seeing myself in the act of extreme sex really turned me on no end. The way Claudio put everything into his thrusts, the way his beautiful butt clenched as he drove his cock home soon caused me to put my heels against the edge of the computer table, flop my legs open, and get my fingers busy. With two of them circling my clit, and three fingers of my other hand buried in my pussy, I soon gave myself a very nice cum.

In the middle of my practice session, my need caused me to return to the computer and watch a segment from the second session in the bedroom. I found myself becoming addicted to watching Claudio and me, and I began to understand what my husband found so attractive about watching me. It was very obvious how much I enjoyed fucking Claudio.

The idea of having Claudio and Davy together began to grow on me.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

I lasted six days before my itch got too much to bear. This time, Claudio took me to his apartment after rehearsal. The door had barely shut behind us before we were pulling off each other's clothes.

Once we were naked, Claudio lifted me up, pushed my back against the wall, still kissing me fiercely. His cock was trapped between us. Once I was nice and juicy, he pulled back a bit, I grabbed his cock and held it in the right spot while he pushed forward. The damn thing went in one long push, making my eyes cross in the process.

"Your pussy was made for this cock," he whispered into my ear. "You have no idea how good you feel."

"How about now?" I asked impishly as I rippled my inner muscles, a trick I'd learned since we'd last been together.

Claudio groaned in answer.

I began flexing my pussy differently. "And now?"

"It feels like you're sucking me, you minx!"

"Turn us around."

Now Claudio's back was against the door. He quickly saw where this was going. With him cradling my rear end, and my arms around his neck, I could put my feet against the wall on either side of the door jamb and use my legs to push myself up and down. I'd seen this on a video and imagined it might feel pretty good, but stuffed to the gills with Claudio's massive cock, it was earth-shattering. He felt incredibly huge, and that turned up end and large mushroom head were rubbing me just the right way. I plastered my mouth to his and sucked on his tongue as I drove his cock home again and again and again.




What Happened That Summer Ch. 06



With my horniness of the past few days, an orgasm was soon imminent, and when it came, I squirted all over the place. Since I'd been working his cock so hard both with my thrusts and my pussy muscles, he was close to cumming, too.

"Don't stop, Jill, oh please don't stop now," he moaned into my mouth.

A minute or so later, I felt his cock swell and start pulsing as he came far up inside me. The sensations gave me a nice mini-orgasm.

We continued to kiss as we came down from our sexual high.

Claudio shifted his feet. "You've soaked my carpet!"

I looked at him, a grin on my face. "Was that a complaint I just heard? Because if it was..."

"No, no. No complaints. I can clean it up later. No problem," he answered quickly.

His cock flopped out of me, followed by a river of semen which added to the mess on the floor.

I hadn't planned on staying long, and Claudio was disappointed. We had another nice fuck in the shower, him taking me from behind. I just let him whale away on me until he was satisfied, having two more orgasms of my own: one by him diddling me while we fucked and the other from having him inside me.

"I love having you from behind," he'd whispered in my ear nastily. "You have such a perfect ass."

That turned me on to no end. Well, that and the fact that he was twisting my nipples at the time.

As he watched me get dressed after, he said once again, "Are you sure you won't you stay for the night? Why go home to an empty bed?"

I looked up from tying my runners. "No. I need to practice."

"We can practice together!"

"No, we can't. Besides, I have to send this to my husband."

I pulled a small recorder out of my shoulder, fiddled with the controls and the sounds of Claudio's and my recent coupling filled the room.

"You recorded us?"

"Yup."

"You little witch! I had no idea."

"I can be pretty tricky." I put the recorder back and hoisted my cello. "There's one other thing. David is bugging me to join us. Would you be up for that?"

"What does he have in mind?"

"I think he wants to film us the first time, but he's been filling my mind with images of the two of you servicing little moi, and I've kind of taken to the idea."

"I thought that would feel too awkward for you."

"My husband can be pretty persuasive. Think about it. He'll be back on Sunday." I turned as I put my hand on the door knob. "Thanks for the good time, Claudio. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Here or just at rehearsal, darling Jill?"

"We'll see."



What Happened That Summer Ch. 07



I waited impatiently at the airport's exit gate. David's plane had landed over a half-hour earlier and there was still no sign of him. Why didn't he use his damn mobile to let me know what the delay was? I had an extreme case of ants in my pants -- and I wanted something else to be there -- something nice and hard going in and out.

When my ever-loving appeared in the doorway, he had a chagrined look on his face as I rushed to him.

"Sorry," he said between feverish kisses from moi. "My phone ran out of gas. My bag took a long time to show up. I was sure it had gone missing. God, you're a sight for sore eyes. I've got the most beautiful desirable girl in the airport waiting for me."

I had dressed in everything I knew made his dick throb: my tightest jeans, one of my cropped tops (emerald green to match my eyes) and sneakers. I know the last doesn't sound sexy but nothing I wear makes his dick harder -- as long as that's all I'm wearing. Well, he does think I look great in just hiking boots, as well. My hair was loose and wild since I'd just washed it. I'd also shaved myself slick between my legs, leaving just a little red tuft above my pussy.

"I was just impatient. You know how it is with us redheads. I have missed you so much!"

Davy flashed a wry grin. "Yeah, I'll just bet. You had absolutely nothing to do. Sat around all day, bored."

"That's not what I meant. I missed you."

By that time we'd gotten to the taxi stand. Once in the back seat, I scrunched right in next to him.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

Davy gave him our address and the cab pulled out. The driver had ear buds so he obviously didn't want to talk and wouldn't be able to hear -- and hopefully not see.

I kissed Davy again and trailed smaller ones across his face to his ear. "You are going to be so well-fucked by the time I let you go to sleep tonight," I whispered, then drove home my point with my tongue, something that drives him crazy.

My hand snaked into his lap. Great. He was already swelling.

He moved my hand away. "The driver might see!"

I put it back. "Let him."

"Jesus! What's gotten into you?"

"You haven't. If I could get away with it, I'd whip out your dick and sit down on it right now."

"Behave!"

I grinned evilly. "Why?"

"Did a package come for me in the past few days?"

"Yeah. I put it down in your basement practice room."

"Well, that's a surprise I ordered. If you don't behave, I won't give it to you."

"You won't give it to me, or you won't give it to me?"

"My God, you have a one-track mind."

"I'm just horny. I need to get laid."

"Didn't you get enough from your Claudio while I was gone?"

"We only got together three times."

"Three? I only know about two."

"I went over to his house last night. I was lonely."

"You couldn't have waited for me?"

I checked Davy's face to see if he was hurt or unhappy. He didn't appear to be, so I continued with my little game.

"I wanted to have a nice, loose pussy for you to play with tonight. Your little wife has been very, very naughty."

"Did you record it?"

"No. But if you're good, I might tell you all about what happened. I didn't get home until nearly two."

When we got home, my husband took charge. In the bedroom, he took my clothes off (I obediently stayed still), then, leaving my socks on, he put my runners back on again. (See?)

"Lie on the bed."

"But I had plans for you!"

"I'm in charge. Lie on the bed."

I did. He moved me to the middle, then got out our velcro restraints and fastened my limbs to the four corner posts. Last came a blindfold.

"Are you going to do something kinky to me?" I asked.

"You'll see. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I impatiently waited a good fifteen minutes. As much as I was enjoying learning how to be in charge, I also loved being restrained and manipulated. Lately, Davy had taken to smacking my butt during sex when he took me from behind, and surprisingly, I found I enjoyed it if I was really aroused. Maybe he'd gotten a riding crop or a paddle. The package that came could have contained either.

When he finally returned, he didn't say a word. I felt him kneel between my knees and he began stroking my legs. Because I'd been having sexy thoughts about being spanked, I was already pretty wet.

"This is going to feel a little strange," he said. "If it hurts, tell me."

I answered, "Okay," wondering what he was planning on doing. Had he gotten another dildo?

The answer came shortly. He put something on my clitoral area that made it feel a bit tingly. Mmmm... Nice. Next he pressed something hard around it. What the hell was that. There were two muffled clicks and...

"Holy crap! What are you doing?" I cried out.

Davy's voice sounded worried. "Too much? Does it hurt?"

"No. It just feels very weird, like you're applying super suction to my little lady."

"Very good. That's exactly what I'm doing. I bought you a little gadget to suck on your clit. I also have another surprise."

"What?"

"Later, my dove. I'll add a little more suction. Tell me if it gets to be too much."

There were two more clicks, but he stopped before he'd gone too far. It felt as if my poor clit was in a vice, but a very nice one. Whatever he'd put on it was tingling even more.

"That should be enough," Davy said to himself.

There was a click as the thing around my clit moved a little. I was liking this.

"What does it feel like when I do this?" he asked and there was a pulling sensation, gentle but steady. I could feel an orgasm starting to build.

"What is it?" I demanded. "What are you doing?"

"You like it?"

"Yes, but I can't imagine what it is."

"It's a little tube. The top is attached to a hand suction pump. If I put it over your clit and pump lightly, it gets sucked up into the tube. The suction also makes your clit bigger -- at least for awhile. Then if I do this," he moved the tube again transmitting hair-raising sensations to my little lady, "it's supposed to provide more stimulation."

"It sure does," I panted. "Keep that up and I'm going to cum."

"I also put a little cream on your clit that stimulates it and is supposed to make it engorge more. Judging by what I'm seeing, it appears to be working."

"Take off the blindfold and let me see."

"No. Not yet."

Davy tortured me a bit more, moving his magic tube until I came massively. Then he undid my legs and arms, turned me over and refastened me to the bed with my ass in the air.

"I want you in my pussy first, please," I told him. "You can have my ass later, if you want."

"That was my plan all along."

There was a click and some hissing then I felt Davy's cock at the opening to my pussy.

He pushed in and my eyes would have flown open if I wasn't blindfolded. He felt very different and...larger.

"Davy. Have you brought someone else over?"

His voice was right behind and above me. "Why? Would you have liked that?"

"You feel so different!"

"You like?"

"Oh yes!"

His cock was buried in me now, and he definitely was fatter and a bit longer. Nowhere near as big as Claudio, but the change was definitely noticeable. He withdrew slowly then drove himself home again. Oh yes, this was very nice indeed.

"You've got to tell me how you've done this," I said as he continued fucking me with hard jabs.

"I bought myself a tube for my cock. It does the same thing for me that it's doing for your clit. Thank heavens they didn't stop me at the airport with questions about it. I've been using it daily the whole time I've been gone, and it is making a bit of a difference, even if most of the effect is not permanent. I know how much you like a big cock."

"And you did this for me?"

"For both of us. I'm glad you like it."

"I love it! Fuck your wife hard, darling husband, with your big dick."

"How about if I do this while I'm fucking you, darling wife?"

His hand reached around my waist and grabbed the tubie-thing around my clit. Pulling on it gently while his cock rammed home soon had me in orbit. Him, too. Our orgasms slammed into us almost at the same time.

Afterwards, he showed me our new toys and how they worked. He pumped me up again, and I was amazed at how big my clit got. It stuck out a good quarter inch more and it was already on the long side.

"But this won't last?" I asked, using a mirror to look at my little lady.

"Well, the manufacturers say it will make your clit bigger over time, but the "Internet Experts" say no; it's only temporary. My cock seems to have gotten a bit fatter and maybe a quarter inch longer during the two weeks I've been using it. But right after I've used the pump, it's a good half-inch longer and most definitely fatter."

"I so want you to keep using it, then. That was one of the best fuckings you've ever given me." I pulled his face to me and gave him the hottest, most passionate kiss I could manage. "I do love you, husband, so very much!"

We fucked once more that night. He also pumped up my clit again and then sucked me off, just as if I had a little dick. That was an absolutely mind-blowing experience. I reciprocated on his big dick, too.

We didn't get up until nine o'clock the next morning and of course he wanted a morning fuck. I rode him until he came inside me. He was right. That pump had made his dick a bit bigger.

Saturday night was the orchestra's first concert of the season, always a gala affair. I'd gotten David a ticket and spent the entire day dithering over whether I should suggest that we invite Claudio out for a drink afterwards. My husband took the decision out of my hands by suggesting it himself.

Somehow I managed to keep my concentration going all during the concert. To help, I stayed away from everyone, not just my husband and Claudio, but everyone. It worked because I got through the entire program with only a few tiny slips (out of tune notes -- hardly unexpected on a string instrument. Bottom line: I felt good about the way I played -- and I'm my own worst critic, as are most musicians.

Concert dress is all-black for women, and since my instrument is played between my legs (no cracks!), I'd worn some beautifully-tailored culottes I'd bought especially for the evening. While the leg portion was very loose and flow-y, the top part was nice and snug, making my derriere quite noticeable. On top I had on a black silk top that fell just covered my bum. With my red hair in a French braid and tastefully restrained make-up, I knew I looked good. I wanted to -- since a couple of nice-looking guys were taking me out afterwards!

The idea was to go to a nearby bar where we could test the waters, so to speak. I had no idea how David would take to Claudio and vice versa. For me, everything had to be just right or this whole thing would come to a screeching halt. If he wanted to continue, David could tell me afterwards. As far as I was concerned, tonight was "get acquainted night" only.

It was all very awkward at first. While David and I found a table, Claudio went to the bar for some drinks. I was like a cat on a hot tin roof, and David kept staring at Claudio while pretending he wasn't staring at Claudio.

"He seems nice enough," David said. "I can see why you like him."

"No, you can't. What I like about Claudio is between his legs. Period. As for the man himself, he'd not too overly conceited, which is why things happened between us, I guess. He does know the power he wields over women, though."

"And you're sure he's not seeing anyone else? I mean, you haven't been using condoms with him and all."

"He's sworn he isn't. After his last affair, the one in Italy, he had himself checked. He won't talk about it, but I get the feeling he was dumped by her. Probably the first time that's happened to him, I'd imagined. He's coming over. We'd better shut up."

As he put the drinks on the table, I could tell that Claudio was aware we'd been discussing him. Small talk ensued, everyone tiptoeing around the elephant in the room.

It didn't take both men long to discover their joint interest in baseball. I sighed and hoped this wouldn't become a jock evening. Sure, I liked watching the odd ball game and David and I had kicked around the idea of joining a softball league, but with his schedule, it wasn't possible at the moment. My mind had wandered into its own channels as the men talked. 

"Excuse me, gentlemen, but I have to use the lady's room."

As I took care of business, I wondered what Claudio and David were talking about while I was gone. Was it baseball or me?

Back at the table, it was David's turn to buy the next round. Since the bar was very busy, he got up so we wouldn't have to wait for the server to come around.

We'd taken a round table with a cushioned banquette around three quarters of it. Claudio had been sitting on one of the two chairs facing it. As I slid in, Claudio moved next to me.

"I like your husband," Claudio said. 

"I love my husband. And don't ever forget that."

"My! You're prickly this evening," he teased.

"I'm just nervous. This is a very weird situation to be in."

He put his hand on my left thigh.

I moved it off. "Don't."

We looked across at David who was trying to get the harried bartender's attention.

"He knows we're talking about him," Claudio said.

"Of course he does. He's not stupid. What did you talk about while I was in the ladies?"

"You."

"And?"

"We both agreed that, hand's down, you're the most beautiful woman in the place."

I could feel myself blushing.

"He also invited me back to your place -- assuming you want me to come over."

"He did? And what did you answer?"

"I told him I would like nothing more. It's up to you, though, completely."

David came back with another round. I took a big gulp of white wine from my glass. What was hanging in the air between the three of us was a very large step to take.

They started talking the local ball team's chances for making the playoffs and I zoned out again, my mind racing. Did I want to encourage this?

As I was thinking, I suddenly became aware of my husband's hand on my inner thigh. Davy's hand immediately began inching closer to my pussy. I took another gulp of wine, then looked at him. He seemed completely engrossed in the baseball conversation, no indication on his face that he was feeling up his wife under the table.

He had almost found glory when I was shocked by Claudio's hand on my left thigh, joining his on my right.

I suspect my eyes just about crossed it was so unexpected. My first reaction was to stop them -- which I did with a firm hand on each of their wrists, again giving no indication what was going on. They resisted a bit before bursting out laughing.

"You should have seen the expression on your face when we started doing that," Davy said. "I wish we'd brought the camera!" 

"That wasn't funny!" Looking over at Claudio, he was grinning like a fool. "All right, what's going on?"

Davy answered. "We just thought it would be nice to get you 'warmed up' before leaving."

"And I suppose that involves diddling me under the table in a very crowded bar."

"We thought it would be fun," Claudio said.

Sometimes my red hair can make me pretty bloody-minded. I generally don't take to being teased and tonight was one of those nights. So they wanted to play around with me? Okay...

I hooked my legs over the closest one of theirs and slid down a little. "Okay, big guys, now what are you going to do?"

They both looked at each other. David looked especially nonplussed. His wife was daring him to play with her in a very public space.

The corner we were in wasn't all that bright, but it was crowded with people walking around us quite a bit, and there wasn't a table cloth to hid anything.

I picked up my wine glass and took another swallow. "What are you waiting for?"

They didn't say a word but since I'd released their wrists, it was clear they could do anything their little hearts desired.

Claudio made the first move, sliding his hand all the way up, cupping my crotch, then leaning in to kiss my neck. Not to be outdone, Davy turned my head and planted a very hot kiss right on my mouth, with lots of tongue.

Claudio was rubbing now, using mostly his middle finger. The fabric of my culottes was thin enough that he could force it between my nether lips. I could feel my clit springing to attention as I began to get very wet. There was something so incredibly naughty about what we were doing. Even though it was dark in the bar, anyone walking by would see one man working my neck over with his lips and another that was obviously doing something under the table, and between them was a woman becoming rapidly turned on -- and that turned me on even more. I'd put myself completely in their power.

Davy told Claudio, "From the way she's beginning to move her hips, I believe she just might cum right here in public if you keep doing that."

As if I wasn't even present, Claudio answered, "And I can feel she's getting very juicy. Your wife is one turned-on woman."

They continued what they were doing and I was on the verge of panting when a server stopped by and said, "You guys should move this to a hotel room. Know what I mean?"

We all snapped to our senses, and I, for one, was very embarrassed. The two guys just burst out laughing, damn them.

Out on the street, they each took me by an arm. I was still a bit wobbly due to the two quickly-consumed glasses of wine but also by the fact they'd had me so close to cumming.

"So," Claudio said to Davy over the top of my head, "My place or yours?"

I looked at him. "Aren't you supposed to use that line on me?"

He smiled. "I guess so. My place or yours -- assuming you're in the mood to play with us.

I looked at my husband. "You guys got me so worked up, if I don't cum pretty soon, I feel like I'm going to burst."

Davy considered. "Why don't we go back to our house? You can sit in the back with Jill and give her that orgasm she's demanding."

"Sounds good to me," Claudio said, "but are you both comfortable with that?"

"I can watch a bit in the rear view mirror."

"Jill?"

I stopped walking and turned David to face me. "Are you sure about this?"

He answered immediately. "I am. Just don't get too carried away, though, would you? I wouldn't want to drive off the road or rear end somebody!"

I squeezed his arm tightly. "I'll just make sure Claudio keeps my fire stoked. If I'm going to cum with him, I want you to be able to see it properly. Deal?"

He smiled. "Deal!"

David had rented a car for the evening, and as we walked to the parking lot, I had my arms around their waists and both men had a hand on my ass.

By the time we got to the car, I was pretty nervous again, David, too. Only Claudio seemed relaxed. After all, he'd fucked a few women in front of their husbands before. He was an old hand at debauchery.

Claudio took my hand and helped into the back seat of the car. Both men hopped in and off we went. I noticed at once that my husband was not taking the quickest way home.

Claudio pulled me over against him so that I was viewable easily for David either through the rearview mirror (which he adjusted down) or he could turn around and look between the front seats if he was at a light or something.

"Nervous?" Claudio asked after gently kissing my neck.

"Petrified."

"That's too bad. I thought you were very turned-on and horny."

"I am, but my husband's also in the front seat watching us."

He kissed me a few more times on that sensitive spot, adding the odd nip. His right arm curled around my waist, the flat of his hand on my stomach, making it easy for him to slid it up -- or down.

I turned to say something and Claudio's mouth was suddenly on mine. I love Davy's lips very much, but there's something about Claudio's slightly bigger ones that is just so nice. Despite my nervousness, I couldn't help responding. Over the next few minutes, our kisses got hotter and hotter.




What Happened That Summer Ch. 07



At the same time, his hand started moving. First it was up where he cupped my right breast, teasing and tweaking the nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Very nice.

"Will you open your blouse?" he whispered into my ear.

Without thinking, I undid all the buttons and let it slide open. Since I'm not all that big in the boob department, I'd worn a very lightweight black bra, a thin wisp of fabric as these things go. Claudio's hand immediately slithered under, making me gasp as he twisted my nipple rather hard.

"You enjoy it a bit rough, don't you?"

I moaned my response into his mouth.

"Take your blouse off and your bra," he said softly. "Show us your beautiful breasts."

Without a moment's consideration I did as he asked.

As Claudio bent over and sucked my right nipple into his mouth, my breath caught and a groan escaped my lips. Because of the way he was leaning over me, I couldn't do much but put my fingers into his hair. Looking over his shoulder, I could see Davy's eyes as he watched through the mirror. When we stopped for a light, he turned right around to look. I mouthed, I love you, and he smiled.

When Claudio had me squirming, his left hand started up my left leg, rubbing gently. He already knew how much I get off on having my inner thighs rubbed and he was doing it just right. We began kissing again, and this time I was much more aggressive, my hands holding his face between them.

Once his hand got to my crotch, he again cupped it, rubbing firmly up and down. A moment later, his hand was at the waistband. I like these culottes because of their wide elastic at the top, but Claudio couldn't easily get his hand inside.

"Will you take them off?" he asked again in that soft, hypnotic way.

"You want me to be naked in the backseat of the car?"

"Yes, I do. Your husband does, too. Please do it."

I raised my butt, and he helped me slide them down over my hips. My pumps came off, too, as we slid the culottes off my legs. Immediately the smell of my arousal filled the interior of the car.

For the next several minutes, Claudio's hands were all over my body, everywhere except my throbbing clit. Juices were flowing out of me onto the leather seat, which was getting slippery underneath my ass.

"Would you like me to make you cum with my hand, Jill?"

"Oh God, yes!"

Then louder, "Will you cum for your husband and me?"

"Oh yes..."

Turning a bit in his seat he got me to slouch further, moving my pussy to the very edge of the car seat.

"Put your feet up on the seat backs, Jill," he said once again in that calm quiet voice. "Spread you legs wide. That's nice..."

I obeyed without question, incredibly turned on by the idea that I was naked in the back seat of a car, spread wide open, driving through traffic. Anyone could see me as we flashed under bright street lights and -- oh god -- if we stopped at a traffic light.

Claudio was using the two fingers on his left hand inside my pussy to rub my G-spot while his mouth was busy on my left nipple.

He put his head up for a moment, his face inches from mine. "I want you to hold yourself open for your husband."

I did as he commanded and felt the bite of cool air blowing on my completely exposed genitals.

"Good girl."

Continuing to plow into my cunt with his fingers (more thrusting than rubbing now), Claudio sat up and with one finger of his right hand, begin circling my clit, not quite touching it, but making my arousal climb higher more quickly.

"Are you getting close, darling Jill?"

"Mmmm, yes. Just keep doing that," I answered dreamily, eyes shut.

The car stop moving. I cracked open my eyes. We were at a light in the middle of three lanes and there were cars on both sides. All a driver next to us had to do was look in and they would see my bare feet up on the seats. A closer inspection would reveal me in the backseat and Claudio working over my pussy. I was in such a fog of sexuality it never occurred to me that someone we knew (or at least knew where we lived) might see me since we had to be near our house by now.

Shifting my gaze, I looked directly at Davy, turned around and staring right at me. His expression was one of wonder and sexual heat. I knew his cock must be hard as steel, watching his wife's pussy being plundered by another right in front of his eyes.

I couldn't hold still under the combined unsought of Claudio's fingers. With a will of its own, my body was humping his left hand, trying to get more of that glorious feeling on my G-spot. The one finger he was using near my clit remained frustratingly close, but hardly close enough.

"Please, Claudio," I moaned, "please let me cum, I beg of you!"

"Begging is good, my dear. Just how badly do you want to cum?"

"You're killing me, goddammit!" I was humping harder now, getting closer but frustratingly slowly. My eyes were now completely shut as I concentrated on what I was feeling. "Suck my clitoris, Claudio. Now!"

"And what will you do if I obey you?"

"Anything you want!"

"Anything?"

"Yes, goddamn you, anything!"

I couldn't control myself. I was dimly aware of the car moving again, then a few bumps and it was darker.

Claudio leaned over and fastened his lips around my distended love button and applied some gentle suction. At the same time he sped up the thrusting of his two fingers inside me. I was pushing with my heels now on the seat backs, forcing my ass off the seat, trying to get Claudio to see how frantic I was becoming.

"Suck harder, you fucker! Suck harder!" I moaned.

Gone was my husband, the car, the world. All I wanted was to feel sweet release from Claudio's mouth and fingers. Every fiber of my being centered on that.

Then, feeling as if it was erupting from the center of my body, spreading out even beyond my physical being, I had an incredibly huge orgasm. I thrust my body up rigidly as I felt Claudio's tongue swipe at my clit, one, two, three times. Each time I yowled like a cat in heat.

Fluid shot out of me, and this time, I most definitely blacked out for several seconds. When I opened my eyes (severe trouble trying to focus them), David was next to me on the side away from Claudio.

"Holy crap! Jill's never done that with me before," Davy said, looking very concerned.

"The first time I was with her, she did it. It really freaked me out, I can tell you."

"Boy! Am I glad I had the windows shut and this car is well insulated for sound. She would have woken up the whole neighborhood."

"You don't have to talk as if I wasn't here," I told them as I struggled to sit up.

Strong arms sort of half lifted me to sitting position. The seat was drenched under my butt, Claudio's shirt sleeve was wet, even his face.

"Sorry about the mess," I said.

Both of them said, "You shouldn't be," simultaneously, then laughed.

David then added, "That was flat out the most sexy thing I've ever seen! Claudio, you're absolutely going to have to show me what you did."

"Sure."

"Relax, guys. It was the situation as much as anything that got me so worked up. I just found out how sexy it feels to be naked in the back seat of a car with two such handsome studs watching me."

"My wife the exhibitionist?" Davy said.

I grinned. "Could be."

"We should get in the house."

"Uh, husband, dear, you have all my clothes."

His grin was evil as he looked at me from outside the car. "So I do." He flipped his keys to Claudio. "You get the instruments from the trunk while I unlock the door."

Claudio got out, too.

"David! You get back here this instant! I'm not walking to the front door naked as a jaybird."

He shrugged. "Then try running."

"David!"

They both went in the house and shut the door. Sitting in the dark, I waited a good five minutes for them to relent. Nothing happened except the front door light went on. Bastards! I would make them pay for this.

I looked up and down the street. We have a short driveway and the garage attached to our house was currently a minefield of junk. No way I was going to walk through that in bare feet, so it would have to be the front door.

I waited until someone near the next corner out for a stroll with their little dog had disappeared. It was too cold for people to be out on their porches and late enough for most of our neighbors to be in bed. I decided to make a run for it. Then stopped.

All right. Two could play this game. David would obviously be terribly embarrassed if any of the neighbors saw me calmly getting out of the car and walking to the front door in nothing but my birthday suit. I might as well play it for all it was worth. I was sure they were watching from the darkened living room to see what I would do.

So I calmly got out of the car, bent over to look for something imaginary, my fanny there for the world to see (if they bothered looking), then stood up, shut the door and very calmly walked to the front door where I rang the bell.

Outwardly, I may have looked calm, but inside my heart was pounding prestissimo and I could feel myself blushing to beat the band.

Victory! David whipped open the door, grabbed my wrist and yanked me inside.

"What if the neighbors saw you?" he asked.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" I answered sweetly.

In the living room, I could hear Claudio laughing.

"Get me my robe, husband!" I ordered. "Your wife is freezing."

I waited in the hallway while he raced upstairs. What he came down with was my shortest summer wrap which barely hung past my butt. I nonchalantly slipped it on.

David then went out into the kitchen and came back with two glasses of red wine.

"I have to get the car cleaned up. Those seats need to be dried off and the air freshened a bit. Right now it smells like a brothel."

"Sor-ry! Can't a girl enjoy a good cum now and then?"

David excused himself and Claudio and I made ourselves comfortable on the sofa, chatting for a bit about that night's concert. A few minutes passed and I was wondering where my husband had gone off to. When I heard him coming into the house via the garage and then descending the basement stairs, I realized what he might be up to.

"May I kiss you?" Claudio asked.

I put my wine glass down and turned to him. Our lips met and our tongues were immediately engaged in a battle to the death. I soon felt his right hand move to my left breast where he cupped it, teasing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I put my head back and sighed.

"Do you think we should wait for your husband before we get too far?" he asked.

"No, I think he's giving us space, knowing I'm still pretty uncomfortable about 'performing' in front of him." I was willing to bet that he also wanted to pump his cock up.

Claudio snorted. "After what happened in the car? All modesty should be gone after that. It was everything I could do to not whip out my cock and put it to you right then and there. What happened was so hot!"

He bent over, untied my wrap and took my left nipple into his mouth.

"Mmmm, Claudio, that feels so nice."

Uncrossing my legs, I made it clear other things were accessible.

We continued for a few more minutes, me just enjoying the attention and Claudio doing his very best to slowly heat me up again.

Claudio stopped and looked up at me. "What do you think David would most like to "catch us" doing when he comes in?"

"Hmmm... Good question. We never talked about that." I thought a moment longer. "He did mention once how much the thought of me being eaten appealed to him."

"I'm up for that!"

I ran my hand along the burgeoning erection in his slacks. "I can see that."

"Should I take my clothes off?"

"No. Leave them on."

I got up and let my wrap fall to the floor. Then, as my lover watched intently, I undid my French braid. I knew how much Davy liked my hair loose and wild. A little work with the small brush I carried in my handbag, and it would look just perfect when he came in.

Coming back to the sofa, I sat down with my pussy right at the edge and slouched back. "Get between my legs and eat me."

Obviously, the evening's events had Claudio turned on, too, judging by the speed at which he hopped to it. I put my legs over his shoulders. He reached up. took a handful of each of my tits with the nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and squeezed and kneaded them very nicely.

After kissing and licking the top of my legs several times, inching nearer and nearer my slit, Claudio moved his arms down, opened my outer lips, and blew cool air on my exposed genitals. I moaned deeply and could feel my clit getting hard.

(Unknown to Davy, I had decided to use the little clit tube and hand pump he'd gotten me every day to see if I could make my little lady get permanently bigger. It might have been my imagination, but it seemed to be working. At least I could really feel it now whenever I got an "erection". I'd also used the pump just before leaving for the concert and there should have been a residual effect.)

Davy appeared in the living room doorway. His face was flushed and pretty well expressionless, but he was most definitely turned on. I sighed and relaxed completely, no longer concerned that my husband wouldn't be able to handle this.

"Not too fast," I told Claudio as he began tonguing my opening, lapping up the juices that were beginning to flow freely again. "Bring me up slowly. Oh yesssss... That's nice."

We went along for a few minutes. I always loved the way Claudio could stick his tongue so far up inside of me. Davy's was wider and I adored it when he licked my slit from top to bottom with it soft and gentle. But sometimes I preferred the way Claudio could work his inside and even touch my G-spot a little.

"You're still very juicy," Claudio said softly.

I whispered back, "I wonder why."

Claudio got back to business again, using his tongue like a little cock. With another shift of position, he was now cupping my buns, pulling me up to his face as his licking got more aggressive.

I opened my eyes and Davy had disappeared again. Concern caused me to lose my concentration, until he appeared again in the doorway carrying our video camera. He was going to film this!

We'd talked about how turned on he got by my verbal responses to Claudio in the video I'd sent him. I have to admit that I'd become much more open to doing it, as well, every since that summer program. Okay, I'd give him some sex talk.

"That's it, Claudio. You're licking me so well. If you're not careful, I'm going to cum all over your face."

His moan caused a faint vibration of his tongue and lips that I really liked.

"I don't want you to make me cum. I want to do that with you inside me. Do you want me to cum all over your cock? Then you can cum. If my husband wants, he can then enter me and find out what sloppy seconds feel like."

Claudio's response was to step things up. Moving his hands a little, he began massaging my rear entrance with one of his thumbs. Using my legs, I strained upward from the sofa, driving my pussy into his face.

"Oh, Christ, that's good, Claudio! Mmmmm... Keep licking me like that. Oh yes!"

Davy had moved in, off to the side so he had a good angle on the action. His pants were tented out quite a lot, so I knew that things were fine with him -- better than fine.

Claudio continued for a few more minutes, ratcheting my arousal higher and higher, then doing his backing off teasing, until he had me writhing in his hands.

"Are you ready to fuck, Jill dear?" Claudio asked. "Would you like me to strip down and make love to you?"

"Oh yes, Claudio. I'm ready for your fat cock."

I knew that Davy got off most on the idea of someone fucking me missionary style, so as Claudio took his slacks and shirt off, I turned sideways on the sofa, throwing one leg over the back and resting the other on the floor, just like I was when Claudio first entered me on the video I'd sent to Davy. Now he could move around and get it from all the angles and with all the close-ups he wanted.

Claudio was naked and his cock looked glorious. I loved the size of his mushroom head. When he was about to cum, it swelled a ridiculous amount and rubbed me inside in the most delicious way. The fact that his fat cock had an upturn at the end was even more amazing when coupled with his overall size and that of its head. In short, I couldn't imagine a more perfect cock for fucking.

He walked over next to my head, looking down. I leaned up on one arm and pulled his cock down to my mouth. If he had any shortcoming, it was that he was too fat for my mouth. I could take him in, but I couldn't stretch open that wide for very long. For cock sucking, I preferred Davy's much more. Still I wanted to give him a good show.

While I worked over Claudio's cock, he was keeping me hot by playing with my pussy, sticking two fingers inside me to rub my G-spot.

"Keep that up, big boy," I groaned, taking his cock out of my mouth, "and I'll cum long before your cock is inside me." I pulled at his erection, maneuvering him between my legs. "I'm more than ready for you."

As I got Claudio into position, I looked over at Davy. He'd taken off his clothes and I marveled at how hard is cock looked. It was bobbing with each beat of his heart and was an angry purple color from the blood making it swell. He had obviously pumped his cock, and it really did look magnificent.

I again mouthed, I love you so much, and he smiled from behind the camera.

My hands were wrapped around the base of Claudio's cock as I began running it up and down my slit. It always feels so good to have his massive head pushing me open. Of course I didn't neglect my swollen clitoris which allowed me to ramp up my arousal again after the short break. Davy moved in with the camera shooting from up near my head so that what I was doing between my legs would be captured.

When I couldn't stand it anymore, I moaned, "Do you want me to put it in me, baby?"

Both men answered, "Yes," even though I was talking to my husband.

Lining up the head with my opening, I moved my left hand to Claudio's waist and urged him forward. My legs were pulled back giving Davy a really good view.

Once the head had popped in, I moved my right hand to his waist. My goal was to have him slide all the way in with only one thrust. We'd never managed that before because of his girth. Tonight I was determined. Heaven knew I was wet enough.

That monster shaft felt bigger than ever, filling me to the max as I slowly guided more and more into me. By tilting my pelvis, it was also dragging along my throbbing clit just right. As Claudio's pubic bone met mine, my poor squashed little lady delivered right on cue.

"Oh. My. God. I'm cumming!" I groaned loudly.

I felt something hot fall on my shoulder and through the haze of my orgasm, looked up. 

Davy who was right near my head was also cumming -- without touching himself! My goodness, he must have been turned on to do that. His straining cock had never looked more gorgeous as it spasmed and jerked. I moved my head so that some would fall on my face, and even got a spurt into my opened mouth.

Claudio stayed tight against me as my lower body thrashed under his and my pussy was going nuts around his beautiful cock. Then a very unexpected thing happened: Claudio groaned loudly, I felt his erection swell as it begin to pulse out a stream of cum deep inside me. I gripped his muscular buns more tightly, rubbing my mound of Venus against his pubic bone. The excitement caused another delightful mini-orgasm in short order and I made sure to moan out my pleasure for my two men.

Davy collapsed into the stuffed chair at that end of the sofa with a glazed expression on his face. I pulled Claudio tight against me. He buried his head in my neck. We all stayed like that for several minutes.

Finally Claudio put his head up. "That was unexpected. I haven't cum that quickly since the first time I had sex. Wow."




What Happened That Summer Ch. 07



"I can't believe I came like that," Tony said, still sounding a bit dazed. "I had no idea watching this would be so, well, powerful."

"And nothing much has happened yet, guys," I told them. "Now, get off me Claudio, I need to clean up the sofa. I can feel you dripping out of me."

"Please, Jilly," Davy said, "stay where you are. I want to..."

I looked over at him. "Have some sloppy seconds? Sure. Hop on board!"

Claudio got off me, still with a half-erect cock. He left the room.

Davy came over and looked down at me, eyes drifting towards my the V at the top of my spread legs where I knew Claudio's cum was oozing out of me. His cock hadn't gone down one iota. It was still enticingly erect and purple

"Are you still okay with everything?" I asked.

"Yes. Yes, I am. You look so beautiful right now, sweetheart, glowing and satisfied."

I reached up for his hand. "Well, I'm not, satisfied, that is. I need my favorite cock right now."

He knelt between my legs and his cock shot right into me. I wasn't about to tell him that I could barely feel him, but he said it for me.

"And you feel so silky inside. Mmmm... I like being in your freshly-fucked pussy."

I bore down on my pussy muscles began gripping him as best I could. Yes, his cock had definitely been seen to by his new tube and pump. He was beginning to rub inside me nicely.

Pulling his face down, I began kissing him and saying the nasty things I knew he wanted to hear.

"Yes, your wife's pussy has been freshly fucked, and you haven't seen anything yet. I hope you have lots of memory on our camera, because I'm going to put on a great show with Claudio and you -- assuming you still want your little wifey to have fun."

His face was strained as he began thrusting harder. "Yes... It was so amazing watching Claudio sink into you like that. And I loved when he was eating you and you were sucking on him. Oh God, Jill. I'm going to cum again!"

I felt Davy swell and begin pulsing as he added his semen to the mess already in my pussy. With one final thrust, he stopped and I grabbed his butt to hold him inside me.

"I know it's weird to say this right after someone else has just fucked me, but I love you, David, very much. You are such a generous, loving husband. I'm a very lucky girl to have you."

He kissed me, a long and lingering one. "I love to watch you make love, see you having such great pleasure, even if it's on someone else's cock. When you orgasm, you're the most beautiful woman in the world."

"We're a pretty strange couple, aren't we? Our family and friends would be horrified if they knew what we get up to."

"You're not that strange, believe me," Claudio said from the living room doorway. "I had a lover, or should I say a woman I fucked a few times. She would hurl invective about how her husband had such a tiny cock and that she needed a real man to satisfy her because he couldn't. She was completely nasty about it. All the while, he was tied to a chair while I gave it to her every which way. They both got off on it. She had his cock in a little cage contraption most of the time. He was basically her slave. Outside of the house, he was a high-powered business executive you wouldn't want to mess with and she was a total PTA mom, a pillar of the community. Now that was strange."

"Interesting," David said.

"You, on the other hand, just like to watch your wife -- the most beautiful woman in the world -- get her rocks off, and are generous enough to include me. I'd like to thank you both, but especially you, David. If she were available, I would do my utmost to snatch Jill up. I only hope this can continue, because I love fucking your wife. She's the best I've ever had."

David rolled off me, releasing another torrent of semen from my pussy. The sofa cushion was going to be a total mess. His cock, too, was still sort of hard.

He asked, "Do you want to keep playing, Jill? It's pretty late."

"I don't know. I'm going to take a shower. Let's see how I feel afterwards." Cupping my genitals so I wouldn't leak all over the carpet, I started out of the room. "Could you please wipe off the sofa cushion with a damp cloth? I'm afraid we made need to send it out for dry cleaning. Both you guys shot pretty big loads."

They guffawed, obviously proud of themselves.

In the shower, I could believe the amount of semen that poured from my gaping pussy. My intention was just to hose off, but I found myself luxuriating under the hot water. So far, things had been a success, and I realized just how incredibly lucky I was, first, because I'd married such an amazing man, and second, that taking my one lover (and an unforgivable mistake) turned out to not to be the deal breaker I thought it was going to be. Lost in my daydreams, I was surprised when Davy pulled back the shower curtain and got in.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Can't a guy take a shower with his own wife without answering questions?"

"I'm just finishing up." I turned my back to him let water flow over my pussy and get the last of the mess off.

"Jilly..."

"Yes, dear?"

Davy stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. I melted back against him as the water came down on my chest and stomach. The pounding drops felt great on my breasts.

"You don't think I'm weird because I like watching you fuck other men, well, Claudio. Because I have to tell you, I really get off on it."

His hands moved up to my breasts, cupping them nicely. I wiggled my ass against him. His cock was stiffening up again.

"Well, it surprised me at first. When I confessed to you what I'd done with Claudio while I was away, I was so scared that regardless of your fantasy, that you would throw me out."

Now Davy began pulling and twisting my nipples exactly the way I love and his head came down, kissing my neck. Into my ear he whispered, "Do you think right now that I'm upset?"

"It sure doesn't feel like it," I giggled, pushing my ass back again.

"Do you want to play some more tonight?"

"Do you?"

"Yes. Claudio's up for it, as well. As a matter of fact, I can suggest he sleep in the guest bedroom, if that's all right with you."

My pussy was tingling again. "If you're sure..."

"Okay. Done!" He spun me around and kissed me hard. "You are an amazing woman. I don't want you to hold back on anything tonight. Just do what you want."

I grinned. "You, too."

Back in the living room, we found Claudio with his briefs back on and a glass of wine in his hand. Some Verdi was playing softly on our stereo.

"I didn't picture you as an opera fan, and certainly not Verdi," I said, flopping down next to him on the sofa, still buck naked."

He handed me my half-full wine glass. "Well, I have to admit I do like Puccini more than Verdi, but I grew up in a household where my parents played nothing but Italian opera."

"Well, you are Italian," I felt compelled to point out.

We chit-chatted for a few minutes, like any old bunch of friends sharing a glass or two of wine. I was sitting in the middle of the sofa with Davy on my left and Claudio on my right. More wine was poured as Verdi was working to a climax. Hmmm... Climax...

I handed my wine glass to Davy and turned to Claudio. Reaching into his lap, I pulled up the waistband of his briefs. "Is he asleep? Should I speak more quietly so as not to wake him?" I reached in. "Oh! He moved. I think the snake is waking up. I'm sorry."

Claudio took a handful of one of my boobs and gave the nipple a twist, sending a shot of electricity right down to my pussy. Then he leaned over and sucked my earlobe into his mouth. I immediately wondered if my husband had told him about that. Nothing sends my blood pumping quicker than having that done to me. Well, maybe there are a few other things...

My husband, on the other side wasted no time getting in on the action. He soon had my left nipple in his mouth, sucking hard and rolling it with his tongue. Claudio joined him on the other one and I began to go into orbit. Having both nipples worked on at once was a huge rush.

I put my legs up on theirs, spreading them wide and encouraging access. Soon, I again had two hands playing down there. My sexual fire soon grew into a major conflagration.

"Stop! Stop!" I moaned.

"What's wrong?" Davy asked.

I removed my legs from over theirs and stood up. "I want to take this to the bedroom so we won't be so cramped for space. C'mon, gentlemen. Follow me."

They got up, and then I pounced. Grabbing their bobbing erections, I led them down the hall where our kingsized bed awaited. As I pulled on them, I could feel each one growing to full-strength. It gave me such a feeling of power to have two such virile men allowing me to do this to them. A trickle of moisture rolled down my right leg.

This was going to be fun.

Once in the bedroom, I had my two studs lie down on either side of the bed. First I got both my hands nice and slippery with some lube-her-cunt, then I lay down between them and threw my legs over theirs, spreading myself as wide as possible.

"Now, where were we?" I asked them. "If that waitress at the restaurant hadn't come over and basically stopped us, I would have had an orgasm right then and there. You had me so close. I do believe I might have let you fuck me right on the table in front of everyone. Would you have liked that?"

Both guys answered yes, but I didn't need the verbal confirmation because their cocks twitched in my hands. I didn't mean that last part, of course, but I'd had the feeling it would turn their cranks.

So I told them, "Do that to me again, only this time you'd better not stop."

The guys didn't need to be asked twice as they again attacked my body with their mouths and hands. I got both of their dicks nice and slippery, then began masturbating them slowly in order to entice them even more. I wanted us all on the edge.

Again I reveled in the power from having two very nice cocks under my control. These two guys would do whatever I wanted, just to please me. It was a heady feeling.

This was a rush to see who would get to the edge of the precipice first. In the end, it was me. With double the amount of stimulation and the fact that I was horny as hell, the two guys' mouths each fastened to a nipple, their hands busy either between my legs, or just generally stroking my body, I didn't stand a chance. They were both erect and very hard, knowing what was coming.

"Stop, stop!" I moaned. "I want to cum with a nice dick inside me. Who wants to go first?"

Davy looked at Claudio. You first. You're the guest."

"If you insist," he grinned.

"I want both of you to clean off the lube-her-cunt. I'm more than wet enough as it is. Now scoot! And please bring me back a face cloth so I can clean up my hands."

I watched their wonderful posteriors as they stepped into our en suite. Claudio's was definitely more muscular, but my husband's had a really nice shape. I also loved how both of them would tighten their butt muscles when they came. It turned me on no end to feel that as I pulled them into me.

They were gone mere moments. The front view as they approached the bed was pretty inspiring, too. Claudio, in a moment of whimsy, had draped the wet washcloth over his erection and was bringing it to me that way.

Once I was ready, I lay back on the bed, legs spread wide. "I've cooled off a bit while you were gone. Who wants to warm me up again?"

Davy dove between my legs and began licking me in the way that turns my crank the best. In short order, he had me panting and thrusting my crotch at him. Just a second before my climax would have begun, he stopped and rolled aside.

"Your turn, maestro," he said to Claudio, and went to fetch the video camera.

He breathed into my ear, "Are you ready for me, my darling Jill?"

"Almost," I whispered as I grabbed his cock. "First, I want to get your shaft nice and slippery. Roll over onto your back."

When Davy came back into the room, I had my knees resting outside Claudio's, but my legs were over his legs, giving me a very nice purchase. His erection was pinned underneath me and I was sliding up and down on it slowly, watching it appear and disappear as it slithered along my slit. He felt wide and wonderful, especially when the underside of the head of his penis would bump my clit.

I wasn't even aware that Davy had started filming.

"That is feeling so good," Claudio groaned. "If you don't stop, I may not be able to hold back."

"That would never do!" I chirped, clearing the lust-filled fog from my brain. I rolled off him and spread my legs back. "Kneel between my legs, Claudio and give it to me."

He knew what I wanted. Moving closer, he rose onto his knees. For his cock to be able to reach me, he had to lift me by sliding his hands under my rear end. I helped by putting my legs over his shoulders.

"Ohhhh, you're right there, Claudio. I can feel you knocking at my door."

We both pushed forward. My pussy held for a moment (I was tightening it on purpose) and when he pushed harder, I relaxed and his cocked and a couple of inches disappeared inside of me. I was up on my elbows so I could see the whole thing, and it gave me a huge erotic rush. Davy was low next to the bed so he could record every detain of his wife getting fucked.

Over the next few minutes, Claudio and I played a slow version of the tightening and loosening game. It always amazed me how fantastic his cock head felt as he pushed it in. I could feel its edge so well when I tightened really hard.

"If I didn't know very much to the contrary," he said, "I'd swear that you're a virgin. It feels as if I'm being squeezed in a vice."

The action of his fat cock against my G-spot in this position was amazing. I was out to have the queen of squirting orgasms for my husband's viewing pleasure, so I raised myself a little higher by using my legs and Claudio's cock was now fucking up at the roof of my pussy.

"Jesus! You feel so good, Claudio. I love your fucking cock. Go harder. Fuck me harder!"

The upturn at the end of Claudio's prick was working it's magic on my G-spot and I did all I could to help his large mushroom head rub against it firmly, and the results were sending me into orbit.

The good lad really began to put his heart into it and was now sawing his gorgeous cock into and out of me with real force and ardor. When I saw Davy's video later, I couldn't believe how incoherent I became as I did my best to buck back into him. But basically, I was helpless to the onslaught of his manhood and the sensations with which it was flooding me. I began to see my husband's fascination in watching his wife in a state of sexual bliss.

When my crisis struck, it was as if someone had plugged me into a wall socket. My body thrashed and roiled, spasmed as if I might be dying. I spoke in tongues.

Claudio, his large hands firmly holding me up by cupping my buns, held me tightly against his pelvis. Fluids were dripping everywhere, thoroughly soaking our bed -- which we'd stupidly left unprotected. Anyone who slept on it would get the wet spot that night.

Davy and brought the camera in close. I was moaning softly and my body was still shaking a bit. Zooming between my legs, you could see my pussy still pulsating from the aftershocks. Thick white fluids were leaking from it, vaginal fluids and semen from my earlier fucking, since the shower probably hadn't cleaned out everything Claudio and Davy had pumped into me. The camera caught my lover standing next to the bed, and I was enchanted by his bobbing, still hard-as-steel tool. I saw my husband's cock, too, was at maximum hardness when I finally cracked open my crossed eyes to see it just above me head, hard and red and beautiful. The guys were talking about me.

"I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen it," Davy said. "Holy crap, did she cum!"

"I know," Claudio answered. "You have one amazing woman, David. I hope you realize that. Talented, beautiful and the most outrageous sexual creature I've ever run into, Jill's got it all."

I sat up partially. "Gee, with all that, a girl might get a swelled head." I reached out and grabbed their cocks. "Actually, it seems I've got two swelled heads to play with. Now, what's next?"

The men laughed and shook their heads.

"Too much," Davy said. "I never knew I married a sexual monster."

"That's because she hadn't been unleashed yet," I told him. "I have trouble understanding the way I feel sometimes."

As the night went on, we tried a DP with me sitting on Claudio and Davy up my ass. The DP wasn't completely successful (getting coordinated movement, even from trained musicians, proved elusive), but it was an interesting experience to have two cocks inside me at once and I was up for trying it again. It's fun being completely stuffed with cock.

When it was all over sometime after 2 a.m., we moved to the guest room where Davy and I crowded onto the double bed. Claudio made himself at home on our sofa.

During the night I woke up with Davy spooned tightly against me.

"Are you awake, love?" I asked softly.

"Sort of. God! You feel good against me."

I wiggled my bum a little, and surprisingly, felt him immediately stiffen.

"Are you still okay with everything?" I asked. "We took a huge step tonight. You watched another man fuck me right in front of you. I feel a little weird about it. I can only imagine how you must feel."

He was silent for a moment. "It was very strange. I had such a wash of emotions watching you and Claudio. I was scared almost sick that you might prefer that cock of his to mine. I mean, I can't possibly compete with that thing he's got. But I was also so god damned turned on I thought my dick might explode from all the blood flowing into it. I actually came without touching myself, that's how turned-on I was." He went silent again. "You're not ever going to leave me for him, are you?"

I reached over, grabbed his hand, and placed it on my left breast, as well as again wiggling my bum. "Never! And you can take that to the bank. Claudio's fun when a girl's really horny, but I couldn't take that cock day in and day out. As a treat, it's great, but when I want some real loving with a cock, there's only one person I want: you.

Davy had stiffened up nicely, so I lifted my left leg, hunched my hips and he slid right in to my still-juicy pussy. We had a lovely soft and gentle fuck before he came inside me, while I used my fingers on my clit to finish just after him.

We eventually woke up around 9:00. I padded into the living room to find Claudio on his back asleep and snoring loudly. The blanket was thrown back and his magnificent cock was standing nearly straight up. I went and got Davy.

"We should put a flag on it," I giggled.

"I still can't believe you can fit all of that into you."

"Think I should wake him up by jerking him off?"

"You never do that to me."

"That's because I can suck you off, silly -- one of the benefits of being married to you. There's no way I can comfortably suck that monster."

Davy came up behind and wrapped his arms around me. "If you want to jerk him off, then go for it. I'll go get the camera."

When Davy got back, I squirted a whole bunch of lube-her-cunt on my hands, rubbed them together to get it nicely warm, and then knelt beside the sofa. Moving my hands in very slowly and gently, I got two or three good double-handed strokes in before Claudio opened his sleepy eyes.

"This is a nice way to be woken up."

"I do this for all our house guests," I told him. "Actually, guests who receive this treatment have to have cocks at least nine inches long."

Claudio was hard as steel now and doing this was getting me very hot.

"Any chance of you sitting down on that?" he asked.

I looked over my shoulder at Davy, whose cock was also sticking out straight.

"Would you mind if I did?" I asked him.




What Happened That Summer



"Oh God," she moaned. 

I grabbed her breasts with both hands as she started to bounce on me. I have made love to women and I have fucked women but I have never found anyone to compare to my aunt sexually. She rode me with tiny little yelps of pleasure and she squeezed her cunt walls together in an incredible erotic way. But it was not just her technique or her tricks but something else. She was pure sex. There was no love or commitment or foreplay, but just get down to it and "fuck me like a whore." 

I gave her what she wanted. I gave into the sensations and I felt the need grow in me and a sense of maleness I had never felt before. I think I snarled like a beast because she looked surprised and then I grabbed her by the hair and I pushed her over and I got on top between her legs and I started to savagely fuck her. I didn't care about her feelings anymore. I didn't care about her being my aunt. I only cared about getting my cock deep into that fine, tight pussy. 

And that was what she wanted from me. 

She fucked me back, meeting me stroke for stroke and she clawed at my back and she whispered obscene things into my ears. I felt her come a couple of times and then she started begging me to come inside her and I took my cock out and rolled her over. She lifted her ass and I slipped into her doggie style and I told her to "move that big ass, bitch," and I hardly knew who or what I was anymore. I was full of lust and somehow rage and it came together as I fucked her as hard as I could and felt the sweet powerful of release as I shot spurt after spurt into her pussy. 

"Make me your whore," she whispered, as I finished filling her up with cum. "Make me your whore," and then under her breath, she said, "that should teach the old fuck." 

I wasn't sure what she meant by that but it didn't matter then. I was in a fog. 

We did it again two more times before the afternoon was done and the second time I finished in her mouth again. She seemed to like the taste. We were late getting down from the mountain and my uncle was already there. He looked at us and shook his head but he didn't say anything. 

I slept pretty well that night but if I was expecting a repeat of the day before, I was disappointed. My aunt was gone when I woke up. My uncle didn't tell me where as we ate breakfast... He said he had some things to do and perhaps my coming up to the mountain wasn't such a great idea with all his work. 

I suspected then he knew what had happened but he never said a word to me. He took me back to the bus station and I rode home and then spent a couple of weeks at the beach with a friend before I went back to school. 

My aunt stayed with my uncle six more months but then they split up and they were divorced. 

Sara went to Canada to live and I never saw her again. 

I saw my uncle occasionally. He never married again. He usually had a young girl or two he kept around to do housework or so he said, but he never had anyone for longer than a few months. He mostly just made more money and when he died people expected him to give it all to me. 

I could never bring myself to tell anyone why he didn't.