3 comments/ 4608 views/ 2 favorites A Hidden Secret? By: CPWilliams My lower back had been aching like my Grandmother always said hers was. Two days of weeding and replanting the backyard this early June weekend had been the cause. Tracy, my wife of twenty two years, had suggested we make the effort this year. We had always kept the yard presentable, but now she wanted to have something 'we can show off.' I'd agreed a change was needed. It had been planters on slabs since the time we moved in, with the 30 yard lawn beyond the patio stretching like a water stained, bumpy billiard table. 'Sod It!' landscapers had been called in to replace the grass. Their name hadn't been lost on me as I'd grown up watching BritComs with my two brothers. My eldest brother, now fifty five, had been USAF. He was sent to an airbase in eastern England and had acquired a taste for Monty Python, Black Adder and the rest. His leaving present from there had been a bag full of DVDs. Mr. Sod It! turned out to have had a Scottish mother, realized he could get away with it in Ohio and named his company thus. So with sod laid, some kind of Euro/US hybrid garden Tracy had planned planted I roamed the kitchen looking for the heat balm my back needed. I was alone in the house that Monday having anticipated I'd need a couple of days off after the weekend just to relax and frankly have some 'me time' to peruse the internet for a little escort action. I had four or five favorites in the area and Nikki was the one I hoped would be available the following afternoon. Nikki advertised as 28, was probably nearer 34 and had a body like Monica Belluci. She probably had a little southern European in her as she had the Roman nose and skin that tanned well. Looks wise she was generic Italian/Spanish and wouldn't have been out of place in a renaissance painting. Two things I dug about her were: she was down to earth, someone you could chat and laugh with; she enthusiastically allowed my cock in her mouth, pussy and ass. I had begun seeing escorts around four years ago when I decided I simply needed something more than Tracy was offering. Tracy had been, sexually, a terrific girl friend and fiance. We'd tried most things over the three years we dated and joked about our 'Party Piece'. Tracy could pretty much use my cock as a timer. She could blow me fast, she could blow me slow. I'd worked afternoons at a place which made fastenings and trim for the auto industry in Toledo, north of us, and Tracey picked me up one night. "You drive" she said. "I'm really tired, need to get my head down". We set off on the 15 minute drive to my apartment. Tracy lived with her Baptist parents and there was an unspoken understanding between all of us she slept, alone, in her own bed at night. I rationalized this by knowing one afternoon I had driven her home after what her parents thought was a 9AM start, window shopping for a moped of all things. "No I don't want a moped! Go to your place and I'll tell you what's happening as we drive." I pulled away from her parents place, giving a respectful wave and maybe slightly too bigger a smile as I did so. A wicked grin spread over Tracy's face. "You're going to cum inside me four times today. Twice in my mouth, once in my...cunt" (she'd never said 'cunt' in front of me before) "and once, and you're going to like this one, in my sweet ass. We've got a good eight hours before my Dad assumes your trying to finger me at your place. I figure you can manage that." I kept condoms (we were going to use them until a month or so before the wedding and then decide how to proceed), lube and a couple of toys Tracy had (nervously) bought from an out of town sex shop at my place. Tracy had stuffed one red and one black thong, a couple of matching push up bras and a pair of thigh high stockings into her purse. The first shot was very much a gimme. After entering my 2nd floor apartment I simply led Tracy briskly straight ahead into the living room and over to the 'bachelor brown' couch I had bought on sale when I moved in. We'd done this before and Tracy needed no prompting in removing her innocently saucy dark blue and white polka dot panties to kneel on the couch facing away from me. Raising her knees on a couple of pillows she gripped the top of the backrest. Having made a quick trip to the bedroom to retrieve a condom I returned to pull her sky blue skirt up over her hips revealing her well rounded, slightly too big for her frame, ass. I unzipped my cargo shorts and tugged them and my boxers over my stiff, practically vertical cock. Crouching behind Tracy I rolled the rubber on then pushed up and entered her wet, trimmed not shaved, pussy without even having to use a finger or hand to guide me. I thrust deep and hard my hands gripping each of her hips. Tracy gripped the top of the couch, turning and throwing back her head she sighed and licked her top lip. I simply thrust up, faster and harder as Tracy smacked the wall with one hand and gripped on with the other. I had no thought of lasting more than a couple of minutes like this and as Tracy stage whispered "Fuck me you bitch" I exploded into her pussy, straightened my knees and lifted her a foot higher up the couch. I jerked my load into the condom as she stood arching her back so her head fell back on my right shoulder. By four o'clock that afternoon Tracy had swallowed two (not quite so large) loads of my cum. Once laying on her back with her head hanging over the side of the bed as I gently pinched her nipples and sucked her pussy through the red thong. Tracy would tell me when to fuck her mouth as she licked my balls and gently push my inner thighs back to stop me gagging her. The next time (and the 4th shot) simply kneeling in front of me as I sat sideways, legs apart on one of the two dining chairs (and table) I'd bought with the couch. Tracy and I hadn't done anal for at least a month. She didn't dislike it, but girl talk and magazines had told her asses weren't meant to be an entrance and there were horrible stories of bleeding and prolapse. So we saved it as an occasional treat. We'd done our research and used a ridiculous amount of lube and some kind of oil Tracy had slipped into her basket at the drug store. She liked it, but this didn't mean she wanted to spend middle age shitting into a diaper. As the clock approached 11 AM Tracy knelt doggy style in the middle of my Queen bed. She had parted her now stocking clad legs about a foot apart and had her head sideways on the pillow, her arms stretched past the sides of her head. I knelt behind her and licked the rim of her ass hole, first in circles and then up and down as I eased my tongue into the musky warmth. Tracy groaned and tightened her hold on the pillows. I took the lube and oil and applied it to my hard cock and Tracy's ass. Gently probing the finger sized butt toy Tracy had bought on her secret shopping trip inside her, I whispered "OK?" "Yes" she breathed. I continued gently easing the toy in about two inches then began slowly drawing it in and out in a pumping action. Tracy groaned, flexed her fingers and whispered "Take me". We'd agreed we'd only use condoms for birth control as we were monogamous and almost as a joke had taken STD tests (both negative) about six months in to our relationship. So it was then that I guided the thick uncovered head of my rock hard cock against Tracy's snug hole. I placed my hands on her cheeks and using my thumbs eased her slightly open. I gently pushed forward slowly easing myself in, stopping every half inch or so. Tracy told me to fuck her slowly which is what I did until little by little I was balls deep in my fiance's ass. Tracy was gripping and ungripping her hands, whispering "Fuck my ass, fuck my ass" like a mantra. I've always loved that musky smell that rises from a woman's ass during doggy or anal. It's not an offensive smell like feces or a fart, but an earthy, base aroma that can only come from one place and is as animalistic as it is a turn on. "You OK?" "Yeah, fuck yeah." Subconsciously I had quickened and deepened my thrusts and Tracy had begun slowly wiggling her stuffed ass side to side. Inevitably trapped air started to produce anal queefing. Tracy had been completely embarrassed when this happened for the first time, the second time we had done anal. I dug it. To me it was total. I'm fucking a woman in her ass. Her ass is making noises. We're both still horny as hell and don't care. "Cum in your ass?" "Yeah, I want it inside remember?" "Harder?" "Yeah, do it" We were good in bed together and I hated the idea of hurting a woman, any woman physically during sex. Pain could be different. Consensual pain like a nipple bite was hot. Hurting was not. I moved into a crouching position and bore down more, pulling Tracy's gyrating hips into me. She was classically biting the pillow now as my cock and her rectum slid like well oiled machinery, it's lubricant spilling out dribbling down my balls and her inner thighs. "Good?" "Yes, yes, fuck my hole, fffffffuck it!" she hissed. Then, "smack that fuckin' ass!" This was a first. I'd just never thought to have done it and Tracy had never encouraged it. I gently slapped her right cheek, not skipping a beat as my balls were about to send today's second load. "Slap it!" she commanded. I gave the same cheek two sharp smacks, the second one stinging my hand. "Shit" I thought. "YES, FUCKING SMACK IT!! AHHHHHHH!!" I delivered two heavy slaps, one with my palm, the other with the back of my hand across her left butt cheek. I was so turned on I emptied my balls, deep in Tracy's ass, with a final four or five deep thrusts. The French call it 'Le Petit Mort'; the little death. I collapsed on top of Tracy, somehow sliding my softening cock out of her before her hips hit the bed. Tracy lay beneath me panting, not saying a word. I was genuinely worried. We were fucking hard and I sure as hell wasn't in her vagina. Plus the slapping, had I hurt her? Had I upset her? "Oh. My. God" Tracy spoke clearly, but huskily. "Tracy, is everything OK?" I spoke as clearly as I could. "Shit, yeah. Christ. Oh man, I needed my ass fucked like a whore." A pause. "Not every time, but one day we'll do that again." "Umm, is your ass OK?" I ventured. "Yeah, don't worry. I'm going to take a cool bath though. Make us a sandwich or something. Hey here comes the train." With that, Tracy hopped back onto all fours and queefed, or plain farted a splattering of cum out her ass. Chalky white with a vein or two of light brown. My girl, the corn fed Baptist daughter who had politely asked the Preacher's wife if she would like more lemonade, the woman who would pack our kids lunches one day had just farted a guy's shit laced cum out of her smacked up, freshly fucked ass hole. I could not have loved her more. This brings us back to Tracy and mine's 'Party Piece'. Tracy could blow me and make me cum to the second. It had taken some unofficial practice and verbal communication, but we had it down pat ninety percent of the time. Driving back from the plant Tracy 'got her head down' into my lap. "Tell me when we're at Arlington and Rossmore and let me know the color of the light" Tracy stated as she unzipped my pants and licked the head of my cock. The intersection was a ninety second drive from my apartment's nearest street corner, the idea was to have me cum as we turned the corner. It wasn't all about me. Tracy wore skirts mainly, with woolen tights in the winter. Tonight, this being September, she just had a knee length skirt on with her panties stashed under the front passenger seat. I hadn't noticed she had tucked a towel under her butt too. I'd never liked automatics, but they did have their advantages. I could easily rub Tracy's clit and just about work a finger in on the drive home. Sometimes she came, sometimes she didn't. "I'll finish your job myself later myself" she'd tease if I let her down. She owned the 'Party Piece'. After twelve minutes we reached the intersection. "Green, turned a few seconds ago". Tracy had her legs spread by now with my hand inside her skirt. When street lights allowed I'd glanced across, my fingers were wet, but Tracy hadn't started squirming her hips forward yet which was the sign she was cumming. Tracy lifted her head (thank God I hadn't had to make a quick turn!). " Show time", she giggled. Tracy bounced her head up and down like a jack hammer, tickling my balls with her manicured nails. Her tongue coiling and uncoiling around the head of my glistening cock. Eighty five seconds later I groaned and shot a load into Tracy's waiting and receptive mouth. Tracy gagged slightly, a spluttering noise coming from her mouth. She had always been a swallower and gulped as I carefully completed the turn into my street. "And the winner is Ter...racy!" as she smoothed her below the shoulder length hair back and checked her face in the visor mirror as I pulled up outside my building. I confess I'd lost focus on her clit and Tracy would probably be putting in some overtime later that night. "Well, thanks for the ride", I smiled. "Yeah, anytime", she grinned back. That was it. Tracy checked for passers by and pulled her panties back on. "Here", she said, handing me the towel. "Wash this please. Or sleep with it first". I playfully shook my head and grinned at her. Where would I find another like her? So back to the present... Nikki was on my mind and my cock grew as I remembered parts of a previous meeting. Nikki had taken my cum in her mouth, then dribbled it down her cleavage, a spit and semen cocktail. I'd nuzzled between her breasts, licked it up and we'd french kissed. "You kinky bastard". Nikki had told me after our lips unlocked. "Kinda spontaneous", I admitted, feeling a little awkward. Nikki had grinned as she moved to the hotel room bathroom leaving me to contemplate the taste of my cum. I smiled to myself in my kitchen as I continued the search for the damn balm. " Trace" (as my inner mind called her) "might have some in her sports bag." Tracy had been a useful defender playing some fairly serious recreational soccer after she left school. She had stopped for a few years and then resumed around ten years ago, playing on Thursday and Monday nights. She had a game tonight so her bag would be packed and ready in the bedroom. Tracy worked four days a week for the billing department of the local water utility. "Easiest job in the world." she told anyone who asked. "Water's still cheap and 90% of people pay on time, some even get it free." It brought in some extra money, half of which we put away and the rest Tracy spent as she saw fit. I worked for one of the big auto makers in Toledo. I'd done some time on the line and apparently had an aptitude for planning. I was sent on a series of in house Project Management courses in Detroit and became a small cog in a big Strategic Planning department. Her red and white bag sat on a hope chest at the end of the bed. I couldn't look at that chest with it's firmly padded vinyl lid without remembering the dozens of times I'd stood in front of it either taking Tracy from behind or her ass resting on it, her head on the bed, her feet on the floor as we fucked face to face. I unzipped the sports bag's side pocket and came up empty, just gum, a head band and some towelettes. I really didn't like rooting through Tracy's purse or bag, although she'd tell me to go ahead if I needed keys or change, etc. Some things are yours. Sighing I opened the main zipper and delved down between the cleats, shin pads, socks and uniform. There it was! I felt the smooth, rounded plastic of the roll-on container and pulled it out. A rustle of cellophane mildly interested me as I retrieved the container, glimpsing a white plastic bag and a swatch of material I didn't associate with soccer. I contemplated the plastic grocery bag for a long ten seconds, then curiously lifting it out through the sports wear I gazed at the contents. The swatch had been the top of a halter top in dark green with small pink flowers. Dropping it down on the chest I looked in some more. A pair of rumpled, obviously worn, thigh high stockings. I did a quick memory check and could not remember the last time she'd worn thigh highs in front of me, it was at least a year anyway. What The Fuck! I replaced the contents and stuffed the bag back among Tracy's soccer uniform, pushing it to the bottom, pretty much as I had found it. I zipped the bag back up and stood silently in our bedroom gazing at the window. "Trace is fucking around on me" I softly whispered to myself. I wasn't angry, had no plans in shoving the bag in her face, screaming at her as she opened the front door. I was partially numb, but my mind was calculating and clear. As I said earlier I had visited escorts for five years, give or take. Tracy's sex drive had fallen off quite dramatically in her late 30's. I didn't blame her for it, though I resented the fact she was unwilling to do much about it. She would be dismissive if I brought it up, sometimes less than sympathetically, and claim she was tired. "Tomorrow hun, OK?" Mostly tomorrow never came. I loved sex and frankly wasn't going to deny myself. I figured in twenty years from now I'd be more or less done with it. No woman under fifty five would look at me and even escorts would put me in the 'old man' category. It had taken some internal dialog to justify action, but after the first time, which had been easier than I thought, there was no looking back. Confronting Tracy would open a massive can of worms. A good divorce lawyer would do some digging and in court, if they played dirty, the inevitable question would ring out. " Mr. White, how long have you visited prostitutes?" Any hope I had of being on the 'winning' side would be gone. Tracy would be looked on favorably by the court and I'd end up back in an apartment wondering how it got to this. Over the years our friends had become mutual, Tracy had brought many more friends into our relationship than I had. I would miss a lot of them and knew they would be on Tracy's side, no matter what. My back gave a twinge and I applied some of the balm. Replacing that in her bag (now so as it didn't look disturbed) I laid on the, now practically for sleeping purposes only, bed and somehow dozed off. I must have needed some rest as I woke about three hours later. Two seconds after waking Tracy's suspected infidelity sprung into my mind. I headed to the bathroom to shower, partially to rinse the balm off as I supposedly hadn't been in her bag and partly to think. Warm water cascaded from the over sized shower head and I considered the possibilities. Was Tracy covering for someone? I seriously considered this. She just wasn't the type to fool around. Deep down she was old school, a one man woman. Had she grabbed them from a cheating team member who was on the verge of being caught by her partner? Tracy had met someone, maybe a younger guy who dug Milfs? Something had come over her and maybe she needed her youth back? Tracy had decided to try 'The Dark Side'? 'The Dark Side' was the name we gave jokingly gave lesbianism. There were three 'out' lesbians on her team and I suspected at least a couple more. We had a handful of male and female gay friends, but conversation had never come up about bi-curiosity and Tracy had never showed too much interest in the sex lives. I finished showering, toweled off and changed into clean sports shorts and an Indians t-shirt. Tracy would be home soon. I liked cooking and told her I'd be whipping up a stir fry for her approval for dinner. "Nice" she had replied. Tracy was a good cook too, but did it out of necessity and would beg off if I was home. I puttered around the kitchen, slicing beef and chopping vegetables. My over active mind wondering if Tracy was parked behind an anonymous building introducing a twenty one year old to our 'Party Piece'. Or perhaps Sandy, Tracy's team captain and 'out', had her tongue buried in my wife's ass, two strong fingers working her G-Spot. A Hidden Secret? I needn't have worried. Around five minutes earlier than normal Tracy pushed open the front door with a 'Hellooo", the sound of her purse being dropped and keys hitting the hallway table also announcing her arrival. "I thought you'd be enjoying the yard, the weather's beautiful." "I never want to see that fucking backyard again" I groaned. " My back's dead. It was all I could do to struggle over to the stove to make your dinner." "You are a saint!" Tracy replied with sarcasm. "I've got some muscle stuff in my bag, I'll bring it down." "Thanks" I replied. How cool was she? Had she forgotten about the lingerie? Did she know it was there and would she stash it before bringing her bag down? Maybe she planned to take it with her and dump it on her drive? I only went to one or two games a season, normally playoffs or Championships, Tracy would have plenty of opportunity to lose the plastic bag and its contents. Tracy returned downstairs in just her soccer shorts and a sports bra, dropping the red sports bag by the front door. I'd joked a few times if they adapted this as a uniform I might attend more games. Soccer uniforms ranked up there with Ice Hockey uniforms in the flattery stakes as far as I was concerned. Shorts excepted. White shorts, which Tracy's team wore on alternate games, left little to the imagination. So little that most women (Tracey included) now wore long spandex undershorts for some modesty. Tracy handed me the balm not, I noticed, offering to rub it on. Ten years ago she would have massaged me, attended to my back then blown me. We ate dinner at the bar table in the kitchen. Just after we were married we had decided to always eat at the table when at all possible. The TV burbled some early evening news in the living room and we kept half an ear open for a breaking story. We were typically casual, chatting about nothing in particular. I'd put my 'find' to the back of my mind as regular suburban life rolled back in into view. Tracy left at six thirty for her game and I expected her back around nine, a bit later if they hung around or had a post game drink. Giving her ten minutes in case she had forgotten something I walked up stairs. Tracy had her fair share of clothes, but she stored winter ones in totes in the basement, so her closet and dresser were relatively modest. Manageable anyway. Taking a deep breath I went to her three drawer dresser and opened the top drawer. Blouses, t-shirts and a couple of sweaters lay there innocently. I rooted around and came up blank, unless her paramour had a fetish for this year's mall fashions. The bottom drawer held what I thought it would and I wanted to check this out. Some older lingerie, comfortable underwear, socks, tights and nightwear. Nothing new, nothing I hadn't seen. "Door Number Two" I groaned to myself as I raised my aching back to vertical. Jeans, a couple of pair of pants, shorts and four or five skirts. I rooted around again, part of me hating myself for it. Coming up blank I sighed and closed the drawer, smoothing down its contents as I did so. Tapping my bottom and top front teeth together as I did when decision making I surveyed the rest of the room. I had little desire to start on the closet, nothing was hidden there. Clothes were either hanging or piled on the shelf near the top. I was turning to leave, still with half a mind on texting Nikki for an hour's worth of action tomorrow as my knee brushed the hope chest. "Come on then" I murmured. The lid was annoyingly one of those that wouldn't stay open on it's own. I supported it with my shoulder as I surveyed the contents. A few stuffed animals, some old cards and letters, a couple of jackets from years ago which must have been dropped in there and never retrieved. Another fucking plastic bag, nestled towards one corner where the hems of a yellowing table cloth poked up from the abyss. I pulled it up and out, noting the first thing I saw so I could replace it last. Tipping the contents on the bed I gazed at: four black thongs, two with rhinestones at the front; two push up bras, one deep red, the other black; three black fishnet stockings and the item that I'd first noticed. A scarlet long sleeved fishnet dress. I loved these dresses and was delighted one afternoon last year when a working lady named Amber had opened her hotel room door wearing a black one, a pair of heels and a smile. My childish mind was fascinated that the woman wearing that type of dress had to make sure each nipple was poking through a hole! Amber had wiggled over to the bed and bent forward, I gave her ass a love tap ("Oh yeah") as I placed the envelope on the bed... A hope chest was traditionally filled with items a young woman collects or is given with an idea towards marriage. A thought entered my mind, these were unseen items Tracy had collected years ago. A 'LeFashion.com' address on a thong's label sealed that thought. I was fairly sure it was near impossible to buy lingerie online twenty five years ago and basically everything seemed too new. A store tag hung from one of the bras, unworn. I placed everything back in the bag, the red dress last, arranging the parcel back in the hope chest as I had found it. The chest's lid dropped an inch as I let go of one corner. The damn dress was what stuck in my mind. Thongs and bras could be explained by Tracy wanting some sexy underwear, but being reluctant to wear it in the end. That dress, though, would be something she'd wear in the good old days after telling me to get to bed and that she would be there in a second. I pictured her stepping into the bedroom in one of the rhinestone thongs and the dress. Pausing by the side of the bed, leaning towards me to encourage me to lick the nipples protruding from the fishnet material. Then in a rapid movement placing a knee on the bed next to my head and lifting the other leg so she straddled my face with her wettening, now completely shaved, pussy. I would have pushed the thong to one side as much as possible, grabbed her ass and bounced her up and down on my firm tongue, sucking on her thong when it got in the way. Tracy would have pulled the thong to one side herself eventually, taking the opportunity to frig her clit as I tongue fucked her unimpeded. She would have cum quite quickly like this, my spit and her juices washing my face. In my brief fantasy I span her round, eased her shoulders down to the bed and entered her soaked pussy from behind. My cell chirped me back to reality from my pocket, it was Tracy texting. "B home by 10. Team chat. T X" Judging by the time it was probably half time in their game. This was a bit unusual, but not unreasonable. We were good at letting the other know if we were to be late, etc. I looked at my smart phone, considered for a couple of seconds and found Nikki's contact, under 'Nik'. I selected 'Send a Message'. "Hi, Tuesday 12PM? 1 HR." Not expecting a reply straight away I made my way downstairs intending to check out Nikki's on line ad and contemplate her photos. My favorite one was her on a hotel room bed, on all fours, her round ass at a slight angle to the camera, one nipple just visible and her head turned away from the camera, reddish brown hair falling across her face. For legal reasons I assumed nothing explicit could be shown, but I loved this picture because the brown rosebud of her butt hole was barely covered by the white thong she wore. I fired up the laptop and found the listing site. Typing Nikki on the 'escorts' section brought up two ads. I knew hers though and clicked. There she was: Roses-150HH 250HR, a brief description and 36D-25-38. 28 y/o. I grinned at some past memory and gave my cock a stroke. "Sure Sweetie. looking fwd to it. N. XXX" . Nikki texted back. The routine was you would text her back the next day to confirm and she would give you the hotel's name. It was one of two mid range places fifteen minutes away. Hotels, I'd learned, were prepared to turn a blind eye to escorts as long as there was no trouble and they weren't complete crack heads. An occupied room is money in a slow midweek. I chose my ladies carefully, no nineteen year olds looking to make a quick buck and no pimps. Nikki was completely independent and was aiming to move to the west coast in a couple of years, retiring from the business and setting up a tea shop of all things. I had no moral qualms over my visits. Tracy's waning interest in sex had started for no reason as far as I could figure. "I'm really tired" she'd sigh before rolling over to face away from me. You can only be turned away from so many times until it begins to hurt. Tracy would be happy to read her e-book in bed for an hour, then yawn, flick it off and roll over with a "Night Hon." A couple of years ago I decided I would not initiate sex, it was up to Tracy. Seven weeks later Tracy turned her head and kissed me on the cheek after lights out. I had moved towards her and she had responded, our tongues finding each others. As we kissed I ran my hand over her t-shirt and down to her white cotton briefs. Sex that night had been what has been described as 'married'. I'd raised her shirt over her breasts and sucked each nipple slowly and passionately. I'd then slid down her body, pulled down her underwear and began to flick my tongue over her clit to a whispered response of "yes" from Tracy. I'd brought her to orgasm licking her clit, occasionally delving inside her lips to tongue fuck her. Tracy had cum with a soft moan, pushing my head away after a few seconds as her hips slowed their rising and falling. I'd raised myself to my knees and guided my eager cock into her sensitive vagina to a receptive groan. I gripped Tracy's hips and slowly and firmly began to fuck her. I lowered my face towards her breasts and softly, gently nibbled a nipple. A sigh of resignation came from Tracy's lips, I backed off thinking "what the hell!". I raised her feet over my shoulders and holding each ankle began to fuck her harder. "Oh, oh, oh" she panted. I desperately wanted to flip her over and pound her in doggy, but I just didn't have the enthusiasm. Pushing Tracy's legs near vertical I held them there with my shoulders as I clenched her hands half spread eagleing her. I fucked her hard, Tracy groaning her "Oh" with each thrust. I felt myself coming, straightened my legs and pushed forward using my toes as traction. I exploded into her with a loud moan and moved my hands to grip her hips as I emptied what felt like a gallon of cum into her. I continued thrusting, slowing and with less strength until I gave one last deep thrust and pulled out of her. Tracy immediately slid from under me and made her way to the bathroom, the door closing behind her and the sound of toilet paper being torn from it's holder. I'd had the TV on, some factual shows playing in the background as I took a look at some random porn sites. "Been there. Yep done that" I'd occasionally say to myself. Static or hand held consumer cameras, more now in HD, taking in an amateur couple's best efforts. Some were pretty hot, I liked the down market end of the scale best. I'd cleared my browser history and closed the screen by nine forty five and was laying on the couch settling into a reasonably new war movie when Tracy opened the front door. "How'd you get on?" "We won 3-1, I set one up. Some bitch kneed me in the thigh, though." I turned my head to look. Tracy's left thigh had a small yellow circle on it which would darken by morning, she limped a little as she made her way to the kitchen. I truly loved her in these moments, we were good together, soul mates. We'd had a bad period about two years after we married. After plenty of trying (including Tracy spitting my cum out of her mouth on to her fingers and inserting them into her vagina. "Take that, egg" she yelled as I lay laughing like a lunatic on the bed) Tracy's gynecologist told a damp, pink eyed patient she would never have children. We'd accepted it, each taken a month's compassionate leave and decided upon our return from an anti-clockwise road trip of twelve States we wouldn't adopt and planned our life together accordingly. Our parents were upset and friends Tracy confided in sympathetic, but as the months passed our life settled down, with just the two of us being normal. Tracy had padded upstairs shortly after with a diet cola, "Oww" she whined as she took the first step. "Need me to drag you?" I offered helpfully as Brad Pitt wasted a another dozen Nazis on the screen. "Yeah, my head going bang, bang on the stairs. I'll... be...OK," she mock whined. Tracy must have made it as I heard the shower run shortly after and ten minutes later she headed to the bedroom. Things didn't end well for Brad. I shut the TV off, set coffee for the morning and headed for the stairs. Tracy's red and white sports bag sat by the front door. She would have normally brought it upstairs, but with her leg and carrying the soda decided to leave it. I glanced up the stairs anq quietly unzipped the top. The halter top and thigh highs were still there. I carried the bag into our room and left it on the chest. The long shot of Tracy being awake and the even longer odds of Tracy laying, legs spread on the bed, her purple vibrator easing smoothly in and out of her bare pussy ("I couldn't wait any longer") dropped to zero as I heard her softly snoring and noticed her laying on her side with her back to me. It occurred to me I didn't even know if Tracy shaved regularly anymore, I assumed she did as she liked the cleanliness. As I slid between the sheets I smiled at the knowledge that Nikki shaved, or Brazilian waxed, to be more accurate. I'd be saying "Hi" tomorrow. Tracy left for work at eight, I'd got up with her to pass the time and share a couple of bagels. Her thigh was darkening nicely and she walked a little stiffly around the house preparing for her day. I hit the shower around nine thirty to prepare for mine. Pre-shower I trimmed my pubes to about an eighth of an inch. I kept them under control out of habit, but a boy does have to look his best. Scrubbed and manscaped I texted Nikki again as I dressed in dark blue boxers, blue chinos and a white shirt. I had no illusions about escorts. They were in an unconventional business and that business was to make money. Nikki and I got on well, but I reasoned she did with everybody who was decent with her and who could hold a conversation. Dressing respectably and being groomed could do no harm in the service department I reasoned. Nikki texted back with the name of the hotel about half an hour later, told me she's see me at 12 PM and give me the room number on arrival. I left at eleven forty and drove uneventfully to the chain hotel sited on the four lane highway populated with car dealerships, a couple more hotels and fast food outlets. The Fairway Mall waved it's stars and stripes a mile away in the distance. "God Bless America" I thought as a previous encounter with Nikki flashed through my mind. "Room 423", came the reply after I had texted "Here" a couple of minutes later. Deleting every escorts texts after every communication was something I drilled into myself. Today was no exception as I tapped and slid the phone's surface. Spitting out my gum I headed for the lobby. I walked straight past the desk and to the elevators ahead. Hit the button and waited two seconds for the door to open. I hit 4 as the doors closed and thirty seconds later was at Room 423. Knock, knock. The almost silent pad of feet walking on a carpet from the other side of the door, me half grinning in anticipation and the door opening with Nikki hidden behind it. I'd noticed escorts always did this, so they can't be seen from the passage way I assumed. I stepped in, Nikki closing the door behind me. I turned to greet her and to check her out. Escorts can look a bit different from visit to visit, some good days, some not so. Nikki looked good. She wore a little make up, mascara and eyeliner round her big brown eyes mostly, and clear lip gloss. She'd apply bright red if the client requested it, I'd had her do it for a blowjob once. Nikki had the same shoulder length red/brown hair as her photos. She was dressed in white above the knee socks, a tiny red and blue plaid kilt and a white, one size too small push up bra. "You look fantastic" I said wide eyed. This was practically my fantasy outfit. With a hooker it was a good bet you'd get to see this eventually, this was a jackpot. We hugged and I took the chance to give her butt a small squeeze. "Ooooh", she groaned. Game on. I laid five fifty dollar bills on the dresser with a quick nod of acknowledgment to Nikki and unbuttoned my shirt. "You need a shower hon?" she asked. I was practically squeaky clean but it couldn't hurt. 'A John's Shower' it's probably called: quick wash of the junk and ass; a quick splash on the body to make it look good. I emerged from the bathroom toweling off, Nikki was closing her laptop as I sat on the edge of the hotel king bed. Nikki walked straight towards me, placed her hands on my shoulders and straddled my thighs. Pressing her forehead against mine she whispered, "How you been?" "Good, good. Better now" I said with a grin. Wrapping her arms around the back of my neck Nikki began french kissing me deeply, pushing her large, bulging breasts into my chest and slowly moving her ass back and forth on my thighs. My left hand found the small of her back as my right reached her ass and slid down squeezing the bottom of one cheek, two fingers brushing her outer lips and the rim of her butt-hole. Nikki groaned and pulled me in deeper taking my left hand and placing it on her right breast. I gave the hard, lacy material a firm squeeze near the nipple as Nikki stood and pulled my face into her sweet smelling, smooth, hairless pussy. I grabbed her by the hips, pulled her into me for a few seconds, finding her pierced clit with my tongue. I gently swung her on to the bed, Nikki unclipping her bra and throwing it to one side as she lay back. I reached up with both hands and twisted Nikki's nipples, lapping her clit and pussy. Nikki exclaimed loudly "Fuck!" as I rolled the firm eraser like nipples between my fingers. I felt a grin on my face as I worked hard on her dark pink bud, my tongue hammering between that and her sweet wetness. Nikki liked it hard and reasonably rough, but she'd be a pussy cat as she slowly ran her full lips up and down your shaft, gradually sucking the life out of you. Sliding my right hand down her tanned, smooth stomach I put my thumb in her pussy and eased the index finger to the outside of her asshole. Nikki squirmed to ease the entrance and gasped loudly. I placed pressure on her ass, but didn't quite penetrate her tight warmth. I continued licking her clit, flicking the gold ring with the tip of my tongue, whilst pulsing her sphincter and pussy with my digits for a couple of minutes, my left hand switching between her nipples and her mouth so she could suck my fingers as practice for my cock later (like Nikki needed practice). Nikki was a screamer. Tracey could be loud sometimes, but she was no Nikki. As Nikki's pussy became wetter and wetter cries and flat out short screams began to emerge from that sweet, dirty mouth. I'd been here before and withdrew my tongue from her clit and inserted two middle fingers into her flooding vagina. Finding that rough pad a couple of inches up her contracting cervix I pulsated rapidly towards her belly button with my fingers. "Oh fuck, oh fuck" she screamed as her hips bucked wildly, "Yes, yes, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaaaaah" as clear fluid squirted between my fingers. Her contracting cervix involuntary pushed my fingers out as more juice jerked its way onto the covers. I gently rubbed her clit as Nikki squirmed and bucked, the last shots easing to a dribble like when you shut off a hose. A Hidden Secret? Nikki's death screams had turned to a whimper as she lay spent on the bed, the beige bed cover a darker shade between her thighs and beyond where her cum had soaked in. I eased my self up on an elbow and touched a nipple with my finger. Nikki involuntarily spasmed and a giggle rose from her mouth. "You fucker" she breathed. "Not done that yet" I retorted. "Flip over." Nikki turned onto all fours. "I think your socks caught some friendly fire." I offered, noticing her splattered legs. Nikki giggled again. Nikki's ass was slick with spit and love juice as I slid my tongue up and down the puckered entrance. Nikki wasn't loose back there, but she wasn't as tight as Tracy and I soon had my tongue buried an inch inside. I grabbed hold of each side of the kilt and rocked her back and forward. "Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh" Nikki started to get loud again. "Got a condom?" "On the nightstand." I darted over to the bed side and found the perforated silver foil strip of rubbers in a small bowl between a butt plug, a rabbit vibrator and two kinds of lube. Nikki always insisted on rolling on the rubber and did so skilfully with her mouth, throwing in a few bobs of her head as she did. I moved back behind her as Nikki reached back and eased my covered cock inside her pussy, checking the ring was snug on the base of my shaft. She'd moved a bit further up the bed towards the night stand, I knew why. Holding Nikki's torso up at a forty five degree angle by cupping her firm, ample breasts I began strongly, steadily fucking her from behind. She joined in the rhythm, pushing back on my forward thrusts. God she was good. We fucked like this for minutes, Nikki occasionally yelling an obscenity and looking back at me. Shortly she removed my hands from her tits and reached over for two items from the night stand, the butt plug and the larger bottle of lube. Nikki buried her head between the pillows and arched her back, raising her round ass further in the air. I took the items from the bed and squeezed some lube onto her ass, briefly slowing the fucking. Taking the tapered toy I slowly pushed it inside her accepting hole and began slow, gentle thrusts. Trying to alternate them with the thrusts of my pussy wrapped cock. Nikki groaned loudly as the thrusts became longer. I loved doing this, but as I could feel the pressure from the plug on my cock it sped things up a bit. Nikki was screaming like she was being attacked before long. I thought I better end this before security battered the door down. Leaving the dildo planted in her ass I grabbed both hips and fucked like a train. Thirty seconds later I pulled out, Nikki raised her head, hissed "Give it to me". Whipping off the condom with a snap I jerked off four good loads onto her face and cleavage. She grabbed my cock and sucked the last remnants out as I quivered on my knees in front of her face. I fell to the bed as Nikki wiped her face and chest with her fingers licking them greedily, still on her knees. "You've grown a tail" I observed, slowly starting to come to my senses. The butt plug still protruded from her ass. Nikki reached back with shiny fingers and slowly pulled the toy from her behind, tossing it, glistening, on the bed. Nikki sat on the end of the bed. "Mind if I lose this?" she asked, pointing generally downwards. "You're the boss." I sighed lazily. Nikki pulled off the dampened socks, standing to wiggle out of the rumpled kilt. "Hey" she called as she threw me the kilt. It was as damp at the front and back as the bed spread. "Suck on that". I laughed and gave the material a quick lick, no real taste but a mild odor of sex eminated from the used up skirt. I played with it in my hand as Nikki ran her hands through her hair. "Wellllll" she breathed, surveying the scene. " We sure messed this bed up." I took in the battle field: one used condom, laying bunched up like a pink shed snake skin; torn wrapper; a shiny lube covered butt plug; a bra; one of the patchy damp socks sitting on the light and dark beige wetted combat zone. "Seen worse". I quipped. Nikki tossed the socks and bra on a chair and padded to the bathroom with the toy and condom dangling from her hand. I heard the toilet flush, the sink run, a gargle and the spit of mouth wash. Returning to the bed Nikki spooned behind me, putting an arm on my chest. "Guess I'll let it dry, I shoulda put a towel down." she spoke softly. "Shoulda, woulda, coulda" I sighed, smiling. Nikki exhaled a brief laugh. We chatted about small stuff, vacation plans, even her new used Mustang. I had genuine admiration of escorts for the service they provided. Nikki and her colleagues had helped fill a gap in, maybe saving, at least one marriage, mine. "How we doin'?" Nikki asked, stroking my flaccid, but not quite done cock. Like waking up slowly on a Sunday morning my penis roused. Nikki scooted backwards as I laid on my now non aching back, my head propped up on the double pillows. Nikki crawled between my parting legs, her heart shaped ass in the air, taking me between her full lips. "Hold on". She rose and made her way to the bathroom. Thirty seconds later she returned, her lips coated in the blood red lip gloss. Back in the same position Nikki took my stiffening shaft whole in her mouth, sliding the red lips down to my pelvic bone and holding for a few seconds. Her hands on my thighs she continued the action; up, down, hold. Until after a few cycles my cock was rock hard again. "Keep going" I murmured. Nikki licked my balls, taking one in her mouth, making a sucking noise then turned her attention back to my cock. "Spit on it" I whispered. Nikki obliged and a glob ran down to my balls. Nikki sucked slowly and quickly, spitting and dribbling every thirty seconds or so, soon another wet patch formed on the bed. After five minutes or so I began slowly fucking her mouth. When Nikki reached the base again I gently placed a hand on the back of her head and firmly held it there. Nikki gagged after a few seconds and I quickly released. "Ahhhh" she gasped like you might do after finishing a long drink as her lips rose off my cock. Diving back in Nikki quickened her pace as I increased my hip thrusts, holding her head down every ten or so strokes. After a couple of minutes of this I was face fucking her, her fingers tweaking my nipples as I held either side of her head, rapidly moving it up and down. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum now" I breathed. Nikki spat once more, shook my hands from her head and bore down with long, quick nods. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh, oh Jeeeeeesus." I poured into her mouth, Nikki still bobbing her head rapidly, until she pressed her nose against my pubic bone again. I jerked my hips up and down. Nikki took her right hand off my nipple, took my left and placed it on the back of her head again. I ground into her mouth until she tapped me on the hip. Releasing my hand she bobbed up, exhaling as if she'd surfaced after a length underwater. Her mascara was smeared and the lip gloss gone, red smudges ringed the base of my cock and flecks stained the poor bed spread. She gargled, she fucking gargled, before padding to the bathroom to spit in the sink and swig some more mouthwash. I laughed to myself. Spitting or swallowing never bothered me either way. Returning, Nikki raised her eyebrows to me and winked. "If I still had the power of speech I'd say ''Fuckin' incredible''" I joked. Nikki handed me some wet naps and I wiped off the the worst of the saliva/cum/gloss cocktail. "There are more clean towels in there hun", Nikki motioned to the bathroom. Taking my cue I carefully made my way to to the shower on shaky legs. Stepping into the warm, flowing water I put my head back and smiled in satisfaction. "Tracy, that still could be you" I thought. I toweled off for the third time today and returned to the bedroom. Nikki was still naked and had pulled a spare bed cover out of the wardrobe. "Oops" I said, dressing. "I can get more. I'll bring a couple of towels in here too." she considered. I knew I was just one in a line, but Nikki made me feel I was that special one for an hour. We parted with a hug as Nikki headed to the shower and a new outfit I guessed. She dead bolted the door behind me as I made my way out. Early summer had melted into a hot July with their long days and warm evenings. I'd made friends again with the backyard, enjoying the bi-nightly watering routine and checking the plants and lawn's progress. We entertained every couple of weekends, music from our teens playing from the computer. Four or five couples around our age; drinking, laughing, chatting, eating barbecue and occasionally badly dancing. Following a couple of these evenings Tracy had half stumbled to bed naked after one too many vodka and cranberries. The first time had been strictly the married version. Three weeks later Tracy had pushed me off her, me short punching the mattress in frustrated anger as she turned away. She rolled on to her stomach and pushed her ass in the air, playfully wiggling it side to side. In a split second my mind flashed to an early evening a month prior. In late June, about three weeks after I had first looked for the life changing back balm, I took the opportunity to reach into Tracy's black leather shoulder bag. Nylon brushed the back of my hand. Drawing the top wider I looked in and saw the stocking tucked, rumpled under her wallet. Towards the bottom corner of the purse, a creased up couple of square inches of lace and cheap material. I pulled the loose ball of fabric from her purse. The unmistakable odor of past sex rising from the soiled and dried dark green and pink flowered discount store brief panties. She'd worn them again afterwards. Showing a disinterest in sex with your partner and then being more adventurous than you had in a while were pointers that 'she's cheating on you' I'd read on a few websites. That Saturday night Tracy had showed the signs of being the giving sex partner I'd married all those years ago. We laid side by side on matching lawn chairs on the patio, the far ends angled a foot apart as the sun slowly set behind the trees at the far end of the fenced yard. Labor Day and summer were drawing to a close. We both had a secret we kept in a secured vault in our heads and in our hearts. Mine was there because I had a need that I wouldn't deny. Tracy's? I never wanted to know.