3 comments/ 11856 views/ 0 favorites Bad Vibes, Good Times Ch. 01 By: Alexandra I started on my fourth drink with a vengeance; well aware that by the time I had finished it I would be well and truly plastered. It was nine o'clock Friday evening; Friday night really, and Kurt was clearly going to stand me up. We were supposed to meet here at the bar for a couple of pre-dinner drinks then he had promised to take me out to somewhere nice. I could hear his voice telling me that the drinks would 'start the mood,' and that we'd be having 'a great night.' Well I wasn't having a great night. I was alone at a bar that was rapidly filling up with Friday night revellers getting their Saturday hangover primed. I was angry at Kurt. And at myself for wasting so much time waiting for him to show up whenever and wherever he could be bothered. But I'd always been attracted to his type. Thick dark hair, dark brown eyes that seemed to stare into you, olive skin that was so smooth it seemed fake, a deep cleft in his chin that accentuated his square jaw and a supremely self confident air that matched his lean, fit physique. Women loved him - I loved him; and hated him. Men could be intimidated by him, but most liked him. He was likeable. His smile disarmed you and his attitude to life was so casual that you felt like a fool if you attempted to yell at him or vent your frustration with him. Except in bed. There you could let it all out because he wanted you to. And he was great in bed, there was no denying that. When his smooth skin was pressed against mine and he was pushing into me, I felt enveloped, protected and loved. When I was on top, his lean body under mine as I impaled myself onto him, I felt power and lust. I liked to squat so that the only contact between us was his cock inside me and I'd start slowly, savouring each movement and the pulling of my sex as I slid down and rose back up on him. We'd finish in a slapping of bodies, the smack of skin on skin and I'd often rake his chest with my nails as I came. He'd yelp but he liked it and so did I. Sometimes we liked our sex a little rough and crude. He wasn't your typical bad boy, but there was the aura of sex about him and enough mystique to draw me back again. And again. 'Hi.' A short haired surfie type had slipped onto the stool beside me and offered me a grin. I refused to be drawn and returned my attention to my drink that was now half empty. 'Sorry for breathing' he muttered half under his breath but loud enough to ensure that I heard the words. I felt a stab of annoyance at his jibe, then a stab of anger at Kurt for putting me in this mood. 'I'm sorry,' I said, looking up at him and offering a small smile. It was the best I could do. 'You're pretty when you smile,' he said. 'And when I don't?' I raised my eyebrows at him. My head was buzzing with the effects of the alcohol and I was feeling decidedly drunk. 'You're just very cute. I'm Tony,' he offered. 'Alex,' I replied. Tony was cute too, though his hairline was just hinting at the recession to come and betrayed his age at beyond the mid-twenties that his clothes professed. 'Would you like another drink?' I followed his gaze and saw that my glass was empty. I debated refusing the offer and leaving in search of food. But I was warm in here and Tony was cute. 'Sure,' I said, smiling. *** At eleven thirty we staggered into Tony's apartment. I had managed to scoff down a hot dog from a vendor outside the bar, trying hard not to think about what it was I was eating. But eating was what I had needed to do to avoid passing out. We were both drunk and there were no niceties as the door slammed closed behind us. We tore at each other's clothing and Tony half led, half dragged me to the bedroom, our discarded attire forming a trail that I could follow when the time came to leave. 'Wow,' he said as my bra was flung away. 'They stand up.' 'What?' I was confused. 'Your boobs, they stand up, no sag.' 'That's cos they're little,' I said, flashed my eyes at him before reaching down to cup them. My nipples were already hard and I tweaked them for his visual pleasure. Tony walked to me and his fingers traced over my skin. I let out a little sigh as he touched my skin. My sexual frustration had built up in tandem with the anger over being stood up. Sex with Kurt was part of my fulfilment in the relationship. Tony bent and his lips closed around my left nipple. I cupped the breast tighter, pushing it into his mouth and felt a tingle through my skin as his tongue swirled around the hard point. My breasts are quite sensitive and I get a lot of pleasure from them being kissed and sucked. He transferred his attention to the right nipple, then back again and I released them to run my hands through his hair. His hand danced down over my stomach and cupped my sex through the thin cotton material of my panties. I could feel his heat as his finger traced along my lips, pushing the material between them as he rubbed my clitoris, which was buzzing in anticipation. Tony sank to his knees, his mouth forming a wet trail over my stomach, his tongue flicking at the silver ring in my navel, while his fingers deftly worked me into a frenzy of lust. I wanted to lie down to savour the attention, but I didn't want to break the contact. With one hand he slid my panties down, then the cotton-covered fingers were replaced with real flesh as my lips, wet with my excitement, were parted and he ran his fingertips inside my labia and across my clitoris in slow, deliberate motions. 'Hmm nice,' he murmured and I knew that he was referring to my hairlessness. Only my lust saved me from embarrassment; waxing there was something I had done for Kurt. I looked down at the top of his tousled blonde hair and felt power at the vision of this man kneeling before me and giving me pleasure. I could see his briefs stretching from between his spread legs and wondered what his erection would feel like in my hand. Then his mouth touched me and his lips and tongue replaced his fingers as instruments of pleasure. His action was slow and languid and drove me to frustration. I was past the slow, loving part of the evening and wanted to come. Finally I grabbed the back of his head and ground down onto his mouth. Tony tried to regain control but I had the advantage of standing over him and I used it, grounding my clitoris against his lips, thrusting my hips back and forward in small but rapid motions. Finally, he realised that I wasn't giving up and he thrust his tongue into me until I came. My climax cut through my belly and I yelled out loud. My fingers were tangled in his hair and I pulled hard, squeezing my thighs around his head and ignoring his protest at the pain. My legs began to buckle and I was forced to pull away, staggering across to his bed where I collapsed, savouring the last ripples of my orgasm. I smiled inwardly at getting what I wanted without Kurt, and at the thought that he was missing out. Tony appeared next to me then, standing by the bed and pulled his briefs down over his hips. His cock bobbed into view, thin and long, very smooth skinned with one prominent vein running along its side. He stood beside the bed a little uncertainly and I knew that I had to take charge. 'Touch yourself,' I said, keeping my tone quiet but authoritative. He complied, his hand wrapping around his shaft and beginning a lazy stroking action. My lust was rekindled and I slid near the edge of the bed to watch his masturbation close up. I lay on my tummy, my head near the edge of the bed and bent my knees so that my legs stuck upwards. 'Do you want my mouth?' 'Yes,' he said, his voice hoarse. I opened my mouth and he edged towards me. 'Keep stroking yourself,' I commanded and then I leaned forward and ran my tongue around the shiny head. I heard him moan, then I slid my mouth down until my lips touched his hand. We moved in unison, his fingers touching my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft. I heard him gasp and pulled away, not wanting him to come just yet. 'Have you got a condom?' I asked. He looked wildly around the room then disappeared into the ensuite. I rolled onto my back and moved up the bed, pulling the covers down and leaning against the pillow. When Tony reappeared, his shaft was encased in a black condom that reflected the light with a faint gleam. 'Now come here and fuck me,' I ordered. He almost leapt onto the bed and I parted my legs to give him access. Guiding his shaft with his hand, I felt the rubber touch my lips, then he slid into my wet passageway with ease. It felt good being penetrated and I rotated my hips to push my clitoris against the top of his shaft. He held his weight off me with his arms as we moved together. Then we kissed, the first kiss since we had undressed, his tongue darting into my mouth, matching the movements of his cock. I reached up and encircled his neck, realising that his turn-on was the intimate type of sex. Languidly we fucked each other, until his shortening breath and increasing pace betrayed his imminent climax. I wrapped my legs around his buttocks and urged him faster and deeper with my heels. 'No, no,' he gasped, 'I want to come on your tits!' I knew that I wasn't going to come with him inside me, I like my climaxes delivered with hard, fast sex. 'Okay,' I said, and almost at once he was off me, kneeling across my stomach, fumbling the condom from his cock. Then he began to masturbate furiously, his eyes closed and his mouth open, looking to me a little like a village idiot. I suppressed a giggle and watched his hand action, his fingers squeezing the head, his fist gripping the shaft. 'Come on me Tony,' I murmured, wanting him to finish. 'Oh yes,' he whispered, his eyes still screwed shut. 'Spay me with your come,' I added, knowing that slutty talk excites most men. 'Ohhh,' he groaned. 'Spray my tits,' I said a little louder. 'Oh yeah!' he yelled, opening his eyes as a blob of come shot from his cock and landed on my right breast. 'Oh yeah!' again, another blob flew onto my chest below my breasts. 'Oh yeah,' my other breast this time, ably directed by his hand. 'Ohhhh,' he groaned and the tension left his body as the last dribbles of come coated his hand and my chest. He looked at my breasts and ran his slowly softening member across them, spreading his come over me until I was mostly covered. Then without a word he rolled onto the bed next to me. 'Was that good?' I asked. I didn't really care and wanted to go home to my own apartment and comfortable, familiar bed. Good manners suggested that I at least wait until the heavy breathing had stopped. 'Uh-huh,' he said. I looked over at him, but Tony was staring at the wall. All in all it had been a rather unsatisfying encounter. Kurt and I would fuck for anything between ten minutes and an hour, but most importantly of all was that he would make me climax three or four times, sometimes more if a little weed was involved. I wondered what was going through Tony's mind and was about to ask when I heard a light snore. So much for good manners, I thought and decided I'd lie very still for ten minutes until he was deeply asleep, then slip away and into the night. *** I was snapped awake by the muffled ring of my mobile. Tony's gentle snores rose and fell from beside me and I slid off the bed, not wanting to wake him. I followed the trail of clothes from the bedroom into the apartment's small lounge where I found my bag on the table. Retrieving my phone I saw Kurt's name illuminated in the display. I stared at it, my earlier anger starting to return, then I hit the little green symbol and held it to my ear. 'Hey babe,' his voice flowed into my ear. 'Sorry for tonight, I got kinda caught up. But I'm home now and wondered if you'd like to drag that tight butt of yours over here for some lovin''. I stood naked in Tony's kitchen, pressing the mobile to my ear as guilt filled me. I had no idea where Kurt had been or what he'd been up to, but I had just fucked a stranger. I felt guilty about it, even though Kurt had not shown enough respect for me to call and cancel our date. Anger ripped through me and replaced the guilt. Who the fuck did he think he was, calling me at midnight, offering no real apology and asking if wanted to go to him and have sex? Of course I did want to. I always wanted to and that was my problem. 'No, Kurt,' I replied. At once I felt scared that my rejection would mean the end of us. 'Its late and I'm tired.' 'Ah, come on babe,' he said and I could visualise his faint smile. 'I'm aching for you.' I pictured him lying naked on his bed, erect, wanting me and waiting. Summoning me like a whore. Why did I like men like him? Why didn't men like Tony hold a deeper appeal to me? Tony was nice and fun – but at the end of the day, nice and fun were characteristics I expected in friends, not lovers. 'Maybe tomorrow,' I replied and hung up. I returned the mobile to my bag and poured a glass of water in a desperate attempt to stave off the hangover that was announcing its arrival. As the cool liquid ran down my throat and into my stomach, Tony's phone rang. I answered it without thinking, my thoughts pre-occupied with my relationship with Kurt and what the future held for us, if anything. 'Hello?' There was a long pause. 'Oh, have I rung 9555 3547?' It was a woman's voice and her question jerked me back to my reality. 'I have no idea,' I laughed in embarrassment. I looked at the phone for the number, but nothing was listed. 'Is Tony there?' Something in her tone wiped the smile from my face. 'Ah, he's asleep. Do you want me to wake him?' 'Who the fuck are you?' Her tone was icy, threatening. 'Um,' I didn't want to tell her. Even though I didn't know who she was, the way she spoke sounded vicious. 'I asked you who the fuck you are?' 'Ah look,' I was trying to gain the initiative but was struggling. 'Who are you?' 'I'm his wife.' Stone cold silence settled between us. This news, combined with my nakedness made me feel exceptionally vulnerable. 'Oh.' It was the best I could manage. 'He didn't tell you he was married, did he?' Her tone was flat now and all of a sudden I felt the power switch to me. 'No.' I felt a surge of sympathy for this poor woman. 'I didn't ask.' Did I say that to try and justify my presence? 'Did he fuck you?' I stood staring at the wall, unsure of what to say. I was aware of Tony's come crusted on my chest. 'Yes.' My voice sounded faint to my ears. 'Well I hope you fucked him well, because when I get home tomorrow, I'm intending to fuck him over big time.' I could hear her breathing becoming laboured on the phone and I suspected that she was fighting back tears. 'Ah, look, I'm just about to leave...ah, and for what it's worth, I'm sorry.' 'Ha!' The laugh was bitter. 'This is the last time...' then the line went dead. I returned the phone to the cradle and thought about waking Tony to tell him that his wife would be home tomorrow and he should be ready for the fucking of his life. Then again, such an event should come as a surprise to him, I thought. I was feeling vindictive towards all men now. Tony's sweetness had evaporated. He wasn't a bad boy - he was just deceptive. There's a difference; men like Kurt tell you with their smile and eyes that they fuck around. You look at them and know that if you ask, they'll tell you the truth. Tony's type lies to your face and you have to catch them in the act to prove that they do it. There's a big difference. I began to gather my clothes, dressing myself piece by piece. Almost ready to leave I saw some photos on a small table near the front door. I clicked on the small light and looked at them. I understood his fascination with my breasts. His wife was a dark haired woman, probably of Mediterranean descent. She was not unattractive and had huge breasts, one photo of her in a ball gown showed deep cleavage and smooth olive skin. Her tone when we spoke, the dark eyes and what I guessed was her heritage would belie an angry woman when scorned. Looking at her, I had a change of heart. Tony would lie to his wife and he was probably good at it. He would convince her that I was lying; maybe he would even have some female friend who would lie to her as well, tell her that it was all a joke. She had said that this was the last time. He had done it before, so she had forgiven him before. I hitched my skirt up and slid my panties down over my hips, kicking them free. I looked around, wondering where I could leave them that Tony wouldn't find them. Walking back into the bedroom I saw that he had crawled under the covers and was lying on his side in a foetal position and his snoring had stopped. I had to open three drawers in the dresser before I found the one that housed his wife's underwear. I dropped my bright red cotton panties on top of her mostly white and black ones. I closed the drawer silently and walked out of his apartment. It was cold and dark outside and I stood on the pavement as my head began to thump. I fished out my mobile and called a cab. Fortunately the apartment was on a street corner and I was able to provide an address. I stood waiting, wanting to be in my bed, curled up and ready to sleep off my hangover. Instead I rang Kurt. 'Hi gorgeous,' he answered on the second ring. 'I'll be there in twenty minutes.' I hung up, wanting the power. A cab turned into the street and I felt butterflies of anticipation alight in my stomach. *** Kurt made me knock three times before he opened the door. He was naked, a crooked smile on his face and his eyes glazed with the effects of pot. My eyes were drawn down to his thick cock, dangling limply between his legs, the skin dark and wrinkled. The butterflies increased as I remembered what it was like when he fucked me. 'You comin' inside or gonna le me freeze to death in m'own place?' The grin never left his face and I smiled back. 'Looks like you've been having yourself a little party,' I said, stepping over the threshold into the warm interior of his house. 'Uh-huh,' he said as he shut the door and followed me down the corridor to the small lounge room near the centre of the house. I could smell incense and pot and the room was bathed in a yellow glow from about half a dozen candles that were burning. From the puddles of melted wax that surrounded them I could see that they had been burning for some time. The coffee table in the centre of the room was littered with glasses, and perhaps it was a jealous streak in me, but I noticed lipstick smudges on at least two rims. 'Who else has been here?' 'Uh?' Kurt replied as though the physical evidence of the party was invisible to him. 'Oh Jimbo, Greg and Ashlyn, you know, the usual.' I was about to probe deeper for more names having now counted four glasses with lipstick, when he thrust his bong at me. 'Packed and ready to go,' he said, his grin as fixed and sensuous as ever, his eyes telling me that it was best that I didn't ask what I had been about to. I took the bong, noting with some surprise that the water had been cleaned. I hate dirty bong water and the fact that he'd remembered that through the addled haze of his brain won him some more brownie points. I sat heavily onto the sofa beside him, the back of my dress pressing against my naked bottom, reminding me that I was panty-less. Accepting the offered lighter I summoned a flame, fixed my mouth over the bong and drew in a stream of noxious, but pleasurable smoke. It tickled all the way down, burnt a little, then I burst into a fit of coughing. Kurt laughed and passed me a bottle of water and took the bong from me to top himself up. It took several minutes to regain control of my lungs, and by the time I had, I was well and truly stoned. 'That's good shit,' I murmured. 'Hell yeah,' Kurt rejoined. I had another hit then decided that would suffice for the night. My body was filled with a gentle warmth and my thoughts completely focussed on one thing – sex. I hadn't heard the phone ring, but I noticed Kurt talking into it. Bad Vibes, Good Times Ch. 01 'Sure,' he said. He was lying back on the sofa, one leg cocked on the seat, the other on the floor so that his cock was fully exposed to me. He lay with his head back and his eyes closed and seemed oblivious to my presence. 'Hey, look I appreciate the offer...' I crawled across the sofa and slid my hands under his thighs. His head came up then, his eyes opening as he smiled down at me. His cock twitched and I felt a thrill that my presence could affect a man like this so easily. I locked my eyes on his and flicked my tongue out to touch him. His cock immediately began to harden and was soon pressing under my chin. I licked it again, then tensed up. Kurt continued to grin at me. 'Who's that?' I asked quietly. 'Chrissy,' he mouthed back at me. She was a not so secret admirer that he had fucked once some three years ago and who persisted in throwing herself at him in acts of desperation that were utterly sad. I felt no jealousy towards her, just pity. I lowered my head and let his growing erection brush across my mouth, and nose. I could smell her, whoever she was. One of the lipstick wearers no doubt. I wanted to be angry but I couldn't get that way. The pot and the fact that Kurt, despite having had sex tonight, was hardening as a result of me breathing on him, was driving my lust onwards. 'Look babe, I've gotta go.' I slid him into my mouth, tasting the other woman, wanting to wash her smell away so that I could abolish the fact that she had been there. Kurt was fully erect now and I engulfed him as best I could. 'Yeah, there's someone here...' he said and I could hear Chrissy's shriek from the earpiece. 'She's sucking my cock, if you must know,' Kurt said, then dropped the phone to the floor. 'Fuck that's good,' he said and stroked my hair. I ran my mouth along the outside of his shaft, my tongue around the head then along the underside, sucked the swollen head with gusto until he begged me to stop. Then I sat up, holding him tightly in my hand. Still fully dressed, minus the panties I had left for Tony's wife, I straddled him and slid onto his shaft. His entry was smooth for already I was wet. Truth be known, Tony had probably left me more aroused than when I had arrived at his apartment, so Kurt was about to finish what Tony had been unable to do. His cock was hot inside me, stretching my lips as I pushed down on him. 'So, who else was here?' I asked, leaning forward as I impaled myself on him, my lips brushing his. 'Just a few friends, like I said, Jimbo...' 'Who had the lipstick on?' I pressed my questioning as I began to ride back and forth on him. 'Ashlyn...' he said weakly. 'Can we talk about this later and just fuck for now?' His hands were unbuttoning my blouse and I remembered that Tony's come was dried on my chest. So be it. 'And did she fuck you?' 'What?' he said. He had closed his eyes now, a warning that dangerous information was ahead. I wanted to know, but to be honest, the thought turned me on rather than angered me. 'I tasted her on your cock,' I breathed into his ear, leaning forward to trap his hands between us. 'Not Ashlyn,' he said. He didn't deny someone had fucked him though, there was no point. I sat up and continued to unbutton my blouse, pulling it free before tying it around his head to blindfold him. He reached up to grab my breasts but I slapped his hands away. 'You'd better have plenty of fucking left in you,' I growled, pushing down on his cock again which seemed to have lengthened even more while it was inside me. 'Yeah,' he said. I released my bra catch and dropped it onto the floor. Then I lifted myself from his cock, slid forward and pressed my knees to either side of his head, ramming my pussy down onto his mouth. 'Eat me,' I commanded unnecessarily, for his mouth was already beginning its work on me. His tongue rammed into me and the stubble on his top lip raked across my clitoris sending small sparks of pleasure through me. His hands grabbed my buttocks, spread them and pulled me further. 'Did you eat her like this?' I asked rhetorically. I leaned back and rested my weight on his chest, staring at the ceiling. All my concentration was on his tongue and lips as they alternated between sucking my clitoris and ramming inside me. Then I exploded, a massive release of pleasure that flooded his face and threatened to suffocate him as my thighs locked together. 'Fuck!' I cried out, twitching on top of him. Kurt overpowered me, sitting up and forcing me against the arm of the sofa. The last waves of pleasure were still rolling through me as he pushed my legs apart and entered me, his full length vanishing inside my well lubricated tunnel. Our bodies slapped together and I reached up and pulled my blouse from his head. 'I guess she wasn't that good a fuck, hey?' He grunted and looked at me, his lust indicative of the non-fulfilment of his earlier liaison. 'That makes two of us,' I said as casually as I could given that he was thrusting into me like a madman. He didn't indicate that he had heard me, and given how stoned he was, he probably hadn't. I reached up and pulled his head down to my chest and was rewarded immediately when he sucked on my nipple. Bolts of pleasure were ricocheting through me now and I closed my eyes and hung on to Kurt for dear life. 'What's on your chest?' he mumbled, pulling his face up to look at me. 'Make me come,' I gasped, my eyes pleading with him. I was close and wanted to savour another climax. But I wanted him to know too, to eke a small amount of revenge for his indiscretion. As the fire began to burn out of control, I looked him in the eye and smiled. 'Its Tony's come,' I gasped, then bucked under him as I exploded again. I saw the realisation in his eyes, then he too was coming, his seed pumping into me in long hot jets. He came as hard as I had ever experienced with him, and I knew that whoever she was, she hadn't met his needs in the slightest. We kissed as we drifted down from our highs. The kisses were gentle, almost loving. 'Who's Tony?' he asked and I knew that I had reached him. 'Don't know,' I replied, feeling Kurt's seed dribbling down my thighs. 'Just some guy I met in a bar.' 'What?' 'While I was waiting for you to show up...' I looked up at Kurt. 'And you picked him up and fucked him?' 'Uh-huh,' I replied. Unbelievably I felt Kurt's cock begin to twitch and harden again. I wriggled out from under him and let him slip from me. I was a little too tender for another round. 'Let's go to bed,' I said, offering him my hand. Wordlessly we walked together to his big room at the back of the house, and I fell asleep with his arms around me and his sticky, semi- hard cock pressed against my bottom. *** When I awoke the next morning it was to the sound of a lawnmower buzzing outside the window. A reminder of the advantages of apartment living, I thought to myself and rolled over to find that Kurt was gone. Wearily I pushed back the covers and wandered through the house, which was still and absolute mess, only to discover that Kurt wasn't even in the house. I contemplated showering, but the thought of having to wear the same clothes, imbibed with the smell of tobacco, alcohol and pot was enough to convince me that a quick brush of my hair and a cab ride home would be the best option. An hour later, showered and refreshed, I flicked through my diary to see that today was Kurt's birthday. Shit! That was something I should've remembered. Still, it's not too late to organise something. A plan came to me, simple but fun for us both. I grabbed my phone and dialled his mobile number. 'Hi babe,' he said, after the second ring. 'Thanks for last night,' I said with a smile. 'Hmmm, you too, you tart.' 'I don't think you should be calling anyone a tart,' I scoffed. 'Anyway, where were you when a lady wanted breakfast in bed?' 'Had to come to work and finalise a few things.' 'Too bad,' I replied. 'Happy birthday by the way, what are your plans for the evening?' 'Ha!' He sounded genuinely surprised that I had remembered. 'Not much actually. In fact, you're the only person to remember, so thanks!' The hint of sentimentality in his voice widened my smile. 'Well there's more," I pushed on. 'If you're available, I've got a nice room in town booked for the two of us, and I'll be your birthday present.' The silence was palpable and I was about to ask if he was still there when he spoke. 'So you're my present?' 'Yep.' 'So you're mine to do anything with?' His tone sent a shiver through me. 'Yes.' My voice had softened now. 'When and where?' he asked. I was of course not that well prepared. 'I'll text you,' I said, then hung up. Bad Vibes, Good Times Ch. 02 When I awoke the next morning it was to the sound of a lawnmower buzzing outside the window. A reminder of the advantages of my apartment in the city rather than this place in the burbs, I thought to myself and rolled over to find that Kurt was gone. Wearily I pushed back the covers and wandered through the house, which was still and absolute mess, only to discover that Kurt wasn't even in the house. I contemplated showering, but the thought of having to wear the same clothes, imbibed with the smell of tobacco, alcohol and pot was enough to convince me that a quick brush of my hair and a cab ride home would be the best option. An hour later, showered and refreshed, I flicked through my diary to see that today was Kurt's birthday. Shit! That was something I should've remembered. Still, it's not too late to organise something. A plan came to me, simple but fun for us both. I grabbed my phone and dialled his mobile number. 'Hi babe,' he said, after the second ring. 'Thanks for last night,' I said with a smile. 'Hmmm, you too, you tart.' 'I don't think you should be calling anyone a tart,' I scoffed. 'Anyway, where were you when a lady wanted breakfast in bed?' 'Had to come to work and finalise a few things.' 'Too bad,' I replied. 'Happy birthday by the way, what are your plans for the evening?' 'Ha!' He sounded genuinely surprised that I had remembered. 'Not much actually. In fact, you're the only person to remember, so thanks!' The hint of sentimentality in his voice widened my smile. 'Well there's more,' I pushed on. 'If you're available, I've got a nice room in town booked for the two of us, and I'll be your birthday present.' The silence was palpable and I was about to ask if he was still there when he spoke. 'So you're my present?' 'Yep.' 'So you're mine to do anything with?' His tone sent a shiver through me. 'Yes.' My voice had softened now. 'When and where?' he asked. I was of course not that well prepared. 'I'll text you,' I said, then hung up. *** The honeymoon suite at the Rialto was available, and as a standby booking I got a good deal. It had a lounge, a bathroom with a sunken bath and a twin head shower and a large bedroom. I took candles, oil, CDs and lingerie. I sent Kurt a text and added that he should bring some weed. His stuff was better than mine. The thought that he might stand me up again had crossed my mind, and at six hundred dollars for the night, I would have been right royally pissed. But my promise to him was designed to entice him in, and it worked better than I had hoped with him appearing at the door on time. We ordered a three course meal, drank and flirted, smoking a little dope right before we ate to stimulate our appetites. It made us hungry too! By nine thirty the food scraps were gone, the music was loud, candles lit and I was as horny as a toad. 'Why don't you go put on some of that lace stuff you brought with you?' Kurt suggested. I slipped into the bedroom in silence, shrugging off my clothes and slid into a pair of deep green satin 'boy shorts' panties, a matching baby doll teddy and over the top of that slipped a white, silk robe. Feeling delicious I returned to the lounge to find Kurt halfway through a big fat joint. I shared the remainder, savouring the heady sensation and feeling my body relax. Don't get the wrong impression of me, I don't smoke a lot of dope, Kurt was part of a phase in my life where enjoying the illicit side of life was part of who I was. 'How about a little head,' he said, then began to laugh at the pun. His pot was good! I slid to the floor and unzipped his pants, a feeling of power surging through me as I extracted his rapidly hardening cock from his cotton boxers. This is the power of a woman over a man, I thought to myself as I leaned forward and slipped him into my mouth. There was no scent of a woman tonight, nothing but the hint of soap and aftershave. He had showered before coming over and that made me appreciate him that bit more. I ran my tongue along his length and around the head, pumped his shaft with my hand, alternated with that and deep throating him, then there was a knock at the door. We jumped and I took my mouth off him to look over my shoulder. 'What the...?' I began. 'Why don't you see who it is?' he suggested, tucking his member back into his trousers. I blinked at him, then remembered that I was his for the night, and stood with a shrug before walking to the door. Outside were Greg and Ashlyn, two of his favourite party buddies. Greg held a bottle of triple distilled Finnish vodka and Ashlyn a small gift wrapped parcel. 'Ah, hi,' I said, hoping my annoyance didn't show. 'What are you doing here?' 'Kurt invited us,' Ashlyn said with a grin. Her bobbed blonde hair swayed slightly as she pushed past me and I watched as she entered the room to find Kurt standing grinning at her. They embraced warmly and I smiled at the contrast in their figures. Ashlyn is about five-four, very slim and all but disappeared in Kurt's arms. She was wearing a pale blue sweater that zipped down the front with a pair of faded jeans. Greg grinned at me, his eyes running down my body, then he leaned forward and his lips brushed my cheeks. I was glad that I still had the robe on over my lingerie. I have to admit that I never felt completely comfortable around Greg, despite the fact that he was always dressed immaculately. Tonight he wore an expensive looking pair of tailor made chinos, a very nice long sleeved shirt and loafers. But no matter how much he dressed up, he was one of those men who looked at you in a way that made you feel that later he would be masturbating in the dark thinking of you and wanted to soak in every detail. It was silly really, given the way he worshipped Ashlyn. They had been married over four years and Kurt had been their best man. He and Kurt had been friends since High School, but if pressed I would have said it was an unhealthy friendship. And what was really unhealthy was their arrival in the middle of me starting the warm up. In fact, their turning up at all tonight smacked of a lack of consideration. 'Hey babe,' Kurt called after greeting Greg with a hug, 'how about some more Vodkas?' I closed the door, resisting the temptation to slam it, walked past the little trio, accepting the bottle of Vodka with a forced smile, then headed into the bedroom. I had intended to re-dress, then decided that maybe Kurt was pushing me, seeing how far I'd go. Instead I loosened the tie of the robe at the waist. I'd never tried to make Kurt jealous, so I was thinking that maybe a bit of flirtation with Greg might hasten their exit, either at Kurt or Ashlyn's urging. I suspected that under that cute perfect blonde bob and pretty face was a jealous little girl who loved the attention of men and more importantly, thrived under the constant attention from Greg. So I returned to the party, my tension gone and poured four vodka's and limes with crushed ice as I listened to them talking about what they'd been up to. 'So what were you guys up to when we arrived?' Ashlyn asked with a grin. She had seated herself on the sofa next to Kurt, while Greg was perched on the single seat. My eyes met Kurt's and I suppressed the embarrassment I was feeling. 'Alex was giving me head actually,' Kurt said casually. Ashlyn forced a hand against her mouth to suppress a laugh while Greg twisted in his chair to stare open mouthed at me. I picked up two drinks and walked boldly towards them, meeting Greg's stare and striving to look confident. 'What, you think I don't give head?' I asked, meeting his stare. He blinked and looked away. 'So your arrival was poor timing for the birthday boy,' I added, handing Greg and Ashlyn their drinks before retrieving Kurt's and mine. The conversation began to flow more easily, I sat on the other single seat opposite Greg and flirted with him, licking the rim of my drink, letting the front of my robe slip open so that he could glimpse my thighs. I caught Ashlyn catching him looking a few times and felt little thrills of triumph each time, but if Kurt noticed he paid not the slightest bit of interest. Five vodkas and almost an hour and a half later, we were all somewhat smashed. Greg had found the cable television and had selected non-stop music, which overall had been playing some good tunes. I got up and danced a little on my way to mix another round and could hear muttering as I did. 'What the hell are you lot conspiring about?' I demanded. The alcohol had gone completely to my head and I had to admit I was enjoying the company. My earlier annoyance had gone. 'Time for another birthday present!' Kurt demanded as I returned. 'What, more head now?' I cocked my head at him to show that I was up to what ever challenge he had in mind. 'I was thinking of a strip show actually.' My hesitation was momentary, then I placed my drink on the coffee table and began to sway around the room. The song on the tv was some boy band and completely lacked the right feel, but then a hard rock number roared out and my hips began to sway. 'All right!' Greg yelled, raising his glass. Kurt grinned and Ashlyn placed her glass next to mine to clap her hands enthusiastically. I felt an adrenaline rush of power and lust and as I danced I moved closer to where they sat. I slipped the tie of the robe from my waist and twirled it a few times, letting the robe fall completely open, then flicked it at Greg. He made to grab it but missed, spilling his drink onto the arm of the chair. I laughed and flicked it again, this time he was quicker and grabbed it. At once he began to pull on it and I pretended to be dragged towards him. At the last minute I released my end and danced away, almost tripping and then I let myself fall onto Kurt's lap. He grabbed me with his free hand, pulling me against his lap and I could feel his hardness. I squirmed against him and felt another rush of adrenaline. Wanting to feel his tongue in my mouth, and hopefully give the others their cue to leave, I spun around to sit sideways across his lap, my legs resting across Ashlyn, and thrust my mouth onto Kurt's. He met my kiss with an open mouth, our tongues dancing wildly across each other. I grabbed the back of his head with one hand and held him close, until we were forced to break apart under threat of suffocation. Ashlyn slid from under my lap and I was pleased to think that she had gotten the message. Kurt's mouth closed over mine and his hand cupped my breast, teasing my nipple into a hard point through the satin. Again we broke apart and I saw Kurt grinning past me and turned to see that Ashlyn was dancing erotically. Her knees were slightly bent, her hips grinding in circles and she held her hands above her head as she tossed her head back and forth. The pose made her breasts thrust forward prominently and I knew that Kurt was staring at them. Even Greg had lost interest in me now and was staring in rapt appreciation at his wife. Which was only proper. But pissed me off none the less. Not to be outdone I slid from Kurt's lap and moved beside Ashlyn. She half turned towards me and we bumped and ground our way through another two songs. The boys made a few sounds of encouragement and I edged closer until we were almost facing each other. Our bodies touched occasionally and all of a sudden I didn't want Ashlyn to leave. I picked up her drink, moved behind her and held her drink in front of her. As she opened her mouth I tilted it towards her and the fluid spilled out, some into her mouth and some onto her chin and down the front of her top. Ashlyn didn't pull away and I didn't stop pouring until the glass was empty. I dropped it onto the carpet and pulled her close to me, feeling her press back against me. Looking down at her over her shoulder I could see beads of vodka on her top. Without thinking I reached around and brushed them off, feeling the pressure of her breasts. 'Yeah,' Kurt's quietly spoken encouragement barely penetrated above the noise of the tv. In response I cupped Ashlyn's breast, locking eyes with Kurt, my heart racing at what I was doing, yet the stubborn streak in me refusing to back down. I glanced sideways to see that Greg was staring at us, his right hand rubbing his crotch. Kurt on the other hand sipped his drink, one ankle resting on the other knee, his free arm stretched along the back of the sofa. The grin on his face continued to challenge me, telling me that this was what he wanted, that the terms of the deal I made when I told him I was his for the night, were being met. Ashlyn's breast was soft and round, but through the sweater material felt like a water filled balloon. I released her, reached up and tugged the zipper down, surprised that it ran easily down to her navel. Still she made no move to stop me, her hips continued to sway from side to side. 'Oh God!' Greg groaned. I looked at him and saw that he had his erection gripped through the loose fitting material of his chinos. I didn't want to see his cock, in fact I didn't want anything to do with him. But I wouldn't back down now, because I knew that was what Kurt expected. I slid my hand under the sweater and almost lost my composure. Instead of finding a lace or satin bra, I found her nipple in my fingers. Ashlyn was wearing nothing under her top. My fingers ran across smooth skin, encountering her rough, hard nipple. I tweaked it and for the first time Ashlyn made a noise, squeaking a little, but still she didn't pull away. My lust was rising and I wanted to extend the challenge to Kurt. Greg was getting off on me fondling his wife, as was Kurt, though his pleasure was as much to do with his power over me as it was to see us together. I withdrew my hand, took Ashlyn by the shoulder and turned her to face me. My eyes locked on Kurt's again, then I bent down and kissed Ashlyn on the mouth, not flinching when her lips parted to meet mine. I already knew that I could do anything I wanted with the pint sized blonde, it was Kurt I was trying to get to. I heard a strangled gasp from Greg and declined to look as I heard the sound of his zipper. Instead, I broke the kiss and pushed Ashlyn backwards, sending her sprawling onto Kurt's lap. He jumped then, reacting to the unexpected arrival of Ashlyn. Instinctively he caught her and in doing so her unzipped sweater fell open revealing her full, round creamy breasts. Her nipples were dark pink and rock hard, but Ashlyn made no move to cover up. I walked forward, parted her legs and knelt on the floor. I was now between Kurt's legs as I had been when the couple had knocked on the door, and I was fairly certain that his cock was as hard now as it had been then. Ashlyn was certainly grinding her buttocks against him in a way that suggested she was feeling some reaction there. Pushing Ashlyn's sweater open, I ran my tongue across her stomach and into her deep navel. Her hand caught my hair and gently led my mouth upwards and onto her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth, gently bit down, eliciting another squeak, then caressed it with my tongue and lips. I looked up as I transferred to her other breast and saw Kurt staring down over her shoulder at me. The cocky grin had gone, replaced now by his dark eyed lust. I was winning and the feeling of power sent a surge of triumph through me. Ashlyn's mouth hung slightly open, and reaching up I pushed her face towards Kurt's, guiding her by the chin. Ashlyn's eyes flicked from me to Kurt, and with her head twisted back their mouths met. The kiss was hot and lustful and I sat back to watch as their tongues appeared and disappeared; red, wet serpents that wrestled against each other, embracing before separating as if for breath, before plunging against each other again. I fumbled with Ashlyn's belt, then released the buttons on her fly, pulling the denim open to reveal the pale skin of her abdomen. She wore black cotton panties and I knew that if I plunged my hand under there, I would be rewarded with a wet pussy. I turned and looked at Greg. He tore his eyes from the two on the couch to look at me, and in doing so I saw him silently imploring me to stop things going further. I couldn't tell if his zipper was still undone, but he was no longer playing with himself. I knew then that this scene was not to his liking; in fact the thought of his beautiful petite wife with Kurt was probably his worst nightmare. But I wanted her. And I wanted Kurt. And I didn't want Greg. So I turned away, back to the two adulterers on the sofa, reached out and grabbed Kurt's drink from his hand, placing it on the coffee table behind me. Then I took his fingers, and led them in a gentle exploration of Ashlyn's body. Kurt let me lead him as I darted his finger tips across her soft breasts, down her belly and finally placed them at the elastic waistband of her panties. He didn't hesitate, didn't stop to consider who Ashlyn was or whether his best friend Greg cared what was happening. He plunged his hand into Ashlyn's panties and in my imagination I could feel her wiry pubic hairs giving way to reveal a very wet and hot slit. 'No, stop!' Greg stood up, swaying under the combined effects of alcohol and lust. They stopped, but Ashlyn pressed her hand down on Kurt's to keep it trapped under her panties. Her knees pressed together then released and I knew that his fingers were deep inside her. 'Whaaa's up babe?' Her voice was unsteady. His fly was open and I could see the fabric of his boxers bulging forward. Despite his fear, his cock was still hard. 'Let's go, this isn't...' Greg trailed away, then looked around the room as though searching for whatever he may have brought in. 'Not yet, c'mon,' Ashlyn implored. 'Have some fun.' She looked in my direction before adding, 'have some fun with Alex.' My lust cooled at the thought that Greg might take her up on the offer. 'No, we've...I've gotta go.' He turned and walked towards the door, but Ashlyn made no move to follow. I expected him to stop and turn, to demand she leave too, but he didn't. Instead he paused at the door to zip up his fly, opened the door, walked out and was gone. 'Fuck me Kurt,' Ashlyn said as soon as the door clicked shut. 'You have no idea how much I've wanted to fuck you.' She was grinding against his hand, oblivious to my presence and I knew then that Kurt was not oblivious to the affect he had on her. It was the affect he had on most women he met. Ashlyn had turned side on so that they could kiss more easily so I pulled her jeans free, then ripped her panties from her body. Ashlyn shrugged her sweater free and was naked on Kurt's lap. She had the smallest of pubic patches and I could see Kurt's fore and middle fingers were inside her pussy and his thumb was deftly manipulating her clitoris. I stood and slipped my teddy over my head, then drew my shorts down until they formed a satin puddle around my feet, which I stepped clear of and so I too was naked. Ashlyn and Kurt stopped kissing for a moment and Ashlyn looked at me. 'Wow, you are cute,' she breathed. Her breathing was ragged now as Kurt's fingers worked their magic. Being the control freak he was, he suddenly stopped and pushed her from his lap. Ashlyn almost fell onto the floor and I reached out to steady and help her to her feet. We stood close together and I could feel the heat emanating from her skin. Kurt stood and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his chest. Wordlessly he removed his jeans, then he too was naked. As Ashlyn ran her eyes over his erect cock, I realised that I was stroking her back. 'C'mon ladies,' he muttered, 'why don't you kneel and use your mouths on me?' I pushed Ashlyn down in front of me, then leaned over her to kiss Kurt. His mouth met mine and our tongues flailed against each other. As we broke apart I smiled into his eyes; mouthed "Happy Birthday" and then knelt beside Ashlyn. Her small mouth was stretched into a wide O and her bobbed hair swung back and forth in time with the motion of her head. Our eyes met and I could see that she was completely consumed by her lust. Kurt's cock popped from her mouth with a loud plop and I leant forward to run my tongue around his swollen head. As I did so, Ashlyn applied her tongue along the other side of his shaft and we moved up and down his length in unison. We alternated sucking the tip into our mouths, allowed our tongues to touch and occasionally we paused to kiss. Bad Vibes, Good Times Ch. 02 'Fuck this is nice,' Kurt murmured, 'and I'd like to do this all day, but I think it is time that I fucked one of you.' I felt a thrill run through my body at his words and pulled back to look up at him. Our eyes met and I could see how turned on he was. 'Fuck me please,' Ashlyn said plaintively. 'Lie down on the sofa,' Kurt said, struggling to his feet. Ashlyn obeyed her eyes not leaving Kurt. He breasts wobbled as she lay back and without waiting for a command she spread her legs. I looked from the cutesy blonde bobbed face with her flush rounded cheeks, down to the angry, red, open and wet pussy between her legs and couldn't help but think that inside Ashlyn was a very naughty girl who was getting out. Kurt moved between her legs, obscuring my view, so I shifted to one side to watch. He placed one knee on the floor and the other on the sofa, then slid forward and I watched as his rock hard cock slid between her puffy lips, then vanished inside. Ashlyn let out a half-sigh half-moan and grinned wickedly at Kurt. Again I saw the naughty girl and couldn't help but wonder if she was always like this when she became turned on, or whether this was a cameo appearance for Kurt. Kurt was thrusting into her and he flicked her clitoris for a short time before thrusting the same fingers into her mouth. Ashlyn sucked on them while staring at his face, then tilted her head back as Kurt wrapped one of his hands around her thin neck. I watched Kurt tighten and relax his grip on her neck and wondered if he had wanted to play similar power games with me. He reached down and began to caress her soft breasts, then as if suddenly remembering that I was still in the room, pulled out of her body and turned to me. 'Suck my cock Alex.' Kurt's voice has a rasp to it, almost breaking under the influence of his lust. I knelt before him and slipped him into my throat, smelling and tasting Ashlyn's aroma. 'Oh yeah baby,' he whispered, his hips jerking as I sucked and licked him clean. Without waiting for further instructions I slipped him from my mouth, then leant over and licked Ashlyn's exposed pussy from bottom to top, swirling my mouth around her clit. The blonde jumped and squealed but made no move to pull away. 'Hmmm, that's my kind of show,' Kurt growled in appreciation. I bent my neck and clamped my mouth over Ashlyn, driving my tongue into her. 'Oh Alex!' she cried and bucked against my mouth. When Ashlyn came her body jumped in small spasms that made her breasts quiver. Her face wore an expression that could have been mistaken for pain, with her forehead lined and her eyes shut tight. 'Let me in,' Kurt growled, pulling me aside by the shoulder and then his cock vanished inside her. The rough penetration caused her eyes to fly open in alarm, then they glazed over and I was pretty certain that she experienced a second orgasm. I watched with growing envy as she collapsed on the sofa and Kurt pounded into her. His shaft glistened with her wetness and all at once I was consumed with the desire for him to be fucking me. I was still kneeling beside him, and timing my move I waited until he had pulled back and was about to thrust into her again, grabbing his shaft firmly with one hand while I used the other to turn his hips towards me. I looked up at him and opened my mouth in an offer that Kurt quickly accepted. Again I tasted Ashlyn but this time the next move of the think cock in my mouth would be into my now very wet pussy. I let Kurt dictate the pace, allowing him to fuck my mouth, until he pulled free and began to turn back to Ashlyn. The blonde was still half kneeling, half lying on the couch watching us through narrowed eyes. 'Uh-huh,' I growled, 'my turn for some cock.' I moved past Kurt and sat on the couch, placing my pussy on the edge of the seat and spreading my legs as wide as I could. I reached down and parted my lips with my fingers, exposing myself to him. 'In here with that cock please.' Kurt knelt and complied, and as our bodies were joined out eyes met. Through the lust that burned in him, I saw a genuine affection for me, an admiration that I was following through on my birthday promise and that I genuinely was enjoying it. The throbbing in my pussy and the wetness that flowed from it was no act. Our bodies slapped together accompanied by the sounds of the music still rocking from the tv. We had silently engaged in a race to see who could make the other come first. I had the advantage that Kurt had been in Ashlyn's pussy and my mouth, whereas this was the first penetration. And I was so wet that the overall thrusting sensation was slightly dulled. 'Hey you two, I want more,' Ashlyn broke into our world. She had rolled over and was playing with herself as she watched us fuck. I brought my knees together and pushed Kurt away with enough force that he almost fell backwards. I crawled along the sofa so that I was on top of and face to face with Ashlyn. She gasped as I kissed her, lowering my naked body onto her and then she moaned into my mouth. She turned the hand on her pussy over and touched me, sending sparks through my body. I parted my legs so that my knees were outside hers, not only to ensure that she had plenty of access, but so that Kurt could clearly see what we were doing. Ashlyn's fingers explored my pussy somewhat clumsily, making me think that she had never been with another woman. Then Kurt's hand joined hers and I felt Ashlyn's body stiffen and knew that he was sitting behind us on the couch and was using both his hands on us. Ashlyn's tongue would probe my mouth with urgency, then almost stop as Kurt manipulated her clit. His touch was sending similar waves of pleasure through me so that our kissing became a sensuous stop-start affair. He entered me first, three thrusts, then he was gone, Ashlyn's groan telling me where he was. She couldn't hold the kiss with me, her constant squirming forcing us apart. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she came yet again, then Kurt was inside me. This time I couldn't hold back and with a yell I came, pushing back against the cock inside me as though seeking to fully swallow it. Kurt pulled out of me and I found myself in Ashlyn's arms as the sensations of the climax eased. This time she kissed me, the touch of her lips soft and gentle. Our tongues twirled together quite lovingly and she smiled into my eyes. 'That was beautiful,' she whispered. I smiled back, unsure of what to say. 'Enough lovey dovey shit,' Kurt growled. 'Get over her and make me come.' He was standing watching us, his cock pointing straight out from his body. I grinned and levered myself off the couch, taking Ashlyn's hand to help her up. I led her to where Kurt stood, then with a little downward pressure on her shoulder made her kneel, before joining her. 'Put him in your mouth,' I instructed. Ashlyn hesitated and I knew that she was unsure about wanting to taste my juices on him. 'It's Kurt's birthday dear, he would love you to do this for him.' She looked at me, then up at him. I saw the flare of her nostrils as she recognised the lust and want in his eyes, then her mouth opened and she engulfed the head of his erection. There was the slightest of flinches as she slid him deeper into her throat, then she was sucking him with abandon. Kurt grunted and was about to come when she slid her mouth from him and went to take him in her hand. 'Uh-huh,' I said sternly. 'In your mouth.' 'You do it,' she said. 'I do it all the time,' I lied. 'Your beautiful mouth is just what Kurt wants.' 'C'mon honey,' Kurt purred, 'do it for my birthday.' I could see that she didn't want to and knew that she had probably never done it for anyone, especially for Greg who she had wrapped around her finger without needing to resort to dirty slut tactics like this. But now the man whose finger she was wrapped around in a lustful sort of way, wanted her to act like that. She stared at me as though waiting for me to give her a reason not too. But she blinked and lost the battle. 'Open up Ashlyn,' I whispered, stoking her smooth cheek. She did so, revealing her teeth and extending her tongue and allowed me to take Kurt's cock and guide it inside. 'Hmmmm,' he groaned and began to move with small gyrations of his hips. I kept one hand around the base of his cock, gently squeezing him as he thrust forwards, and slid the other down Ashlyn's back and slipped a finger between her buttocks and into her wet pussy. She let out a muffled squeal at the contact and pushed back against me. Kurt came, no noise, no forewarning and he caught both of us by surprise. Ashlyn grunted and tried to pull back away from the hot seed filling her mouth, but he was quicker and grabbed her head with both hands, holding her in place. Ashlyn gagged and he let her move just enough to stop her vomiting, and she used the extra freedom to force his come out around the edges of his shaft where it met the corners of her mouth. His climax seemed to last forever and I was seriously starting to think that she was in danger of drowning, then he pulled from her mouth and staggered back onto the couch. Wanting the last say, I moved with him and slipped his still mostly hard cock into my mouth, tasting the traces of his smeared come. I was gentle, knowing that he was always quite sensitive after coming, bobbing my head up and down and barely lapping at him with my tongue. As he started to soften in my mouth I looked up at him and saw a wide smile on his face. 'Was that good?' I asked as I sat back on my haunches? 'Fuck yeah,' he whispered. 'Happy birthday bad boy,' I smiled. I stood and snuggled in under his arm, noting that Ashlyn had vanished into the bathroom. I imagined that right now she was gargling with the free mouthwash. I jumped when a knock sounded at the door and scrambled for my robe. 'Nope,' Kurt growled, 'answer it like that.' 'What?' I looked at him in disbelief. 'My night remember?' The cocky self-assurance was back. 'Fine,' I muttered, narrowing my eyes in mock anger. The truth was that I was still turned on. I opened the door, my heart pounding and was confronted by Greg. For some reason I had forgotten about him and had expected to find a room service waiter or some such hotel staff member. 'Oh, shit hi,' I grinned at him. 'Holy fuck,' he said, running his eyes down my body. 'Come in Greg me boy.' Kurt sounded jovial as though he had forgotten that he had just fucked his best friend's wife and come in her mouth. At the same time that I closed the door behind Greg, the bathroom door opened and Ashlyn stepped out, still buck naked, the lipstick smeared around her mouth ample evidence of what she had been doing. 'Oh no,' Greg groaned and I thought his knees were going to buckle. 'Oh, hi babe!' Ashlyn tried to sound cheerful as though she was glad, rather than shocked, to see her husband. But her voice sounded shrill. 'Why?' Greg looked from his wife to Kurt. 'It was his birthday...' Ashlyn sounded lame and increasingly desperate. She looked at where I was standing behind Greg, but I just shrugged my shoulders. Ashlyn started to scoop up her clothes, clutching them to her breasts as though trying to regain some dignity. Kurt wore a stoned, shit-eating grin as he watched the scene unfold. 'I tell you what Greg me boy,' he said. 'Why don't you take Alex into the bedroom and give her a good rogering...' 'What?' All three of us spoke in unison. Ashlyn and I glared at Kurt, while Greg shot a look back over his shoulder at me. 'Well, its only fair seeing as how I just enjoyed little Ashlyn here.' 'No, I don't want that,' Greg said, but the sudden hoarseness of his voice betrayed the lie. 'Leave him alone Kurt,' I said, offering my support to Greg's faltering willpower. 'Why would Greg want Alex, Kurt you dumbass?' Ashlyn's words stung me as she suggested that her husband wouldn't find me sexually attractive. Which I knew he did, and couldn't believe that she had never noticed his stares. Ashlyn had struggled into her panties and zipped up her top, and now sat on one of the chairs by herself. 'Cos she gives great head, is a great fuck and knows how to give a man a wild time,' Kurt said. Greg flashed another look over his shoulder and this time I remained silent, instead moving behind him so that my thigh pressed against his buttock. I smiled sweetly at Ashlyn who glared at Greg. 'Tell them again that you're not interested,' she bossed her husband. 'Actually, I think I am,' he said. His voice quivered as he defied his wife, perhaps for the first time. I slid an arm around his midriff and grabbed at his crotch. I wasn't surprised to find an erection and I gripped it firmly as I looked at Ashlyn. 'It would seem he is.' 'Get your hand off him,' she said in a threatening tone. For a brief second I saw the consequences of the two options presented to me. I let go of Greg, stepped away and Greg and Ashlyn left. Ashlyn would keep him under her spell, though the events of the night would forever leave Greg with some moral high ground and maybe more power in their relationship. Or I could lead him from the room (I had no intention of doing anything with him while Ashlyn was watching), and give myself to him. I was pretty sure that Ashlyn was a white bread kind of girl in the sack with Greg. I'm not. That's why I like men like Kurt, and they like me. If I gave Greg a memorable time, that would change the way he looked at his wife, altering the balance between them. Deep down I believed that such a change would be destructive, that it would mark the beginning of the end for them as a couple. Did I want to be responsible for that? 'Why don't you tell her that you want her, or me, in the bedroom right now?' I whispered my words into Greg's ear, letting my grip on him loosen. 'Maybe I don't want her,' he muttered, turning to look at me. 'Make her choose,' I urged. The music that still pumped from the television was loud enough to mask our words but I could see by the slight frown on her pretty face that Ashlyn was straining to make out what we were saying. 'C'mon,' Greg said to her, holding out his hand, 'let's go home and get into it.' He had forced a smile onto his face and I watched as Ashlyn struggled into her jeans. 'Bye Kurt,' she said as she pushed past me, holding Greg's hand. 'See ya,' he grinned at them as they opened the door. 'Bye Alex,' Greg said, offering a genuine smile. His eyes ran over my naked body one last time as though trying to ensure he could recall it later. 'Bye Greg, bye Ashlyn, make sure you give him a good time tonight so he doesn't feel the need to come back to me.' It was bitchy and Ashlyn glared at me. She opened her mouth as though about to retort. 'And thanks for the sex, it was nice to suck on your pussy.' She snapped her mouth closed and pulled Greg through the doorway. Greg's eyes seem to pop out of his head at my final comment and as the door closed behind them I turned to find Kurt almost doubled over in silent laughter. 'That was tops,' he laughed. 'Glad to be of service, so to speak,' I replied sitting next to him on the sofa. 'Seriously though, aren't you worried that this is going to affect your friendship with Greg?' 'Ah I dunno, don't think so.' Kurt was trying to sound flippant but I could see that he was worried. I reached over and took his flaccid penis into my hand, gently squeezing and rolling it. 'You let him do too much thinking for you.' 'Hmmmm,' he said, closing his eyes and letting me continue my work. After a few minutes, although he had hardened a little, I realised that things weren't going to develop for me. The fat joint he had smoked, combined with alcohol and his climax with Ashlyn had left him more sleepy than interested. 'Let's go to bed,' I said, flicking the television off. 'Happy birthday Kurt,' I said as we snuggled beside each other in the King size bed. 'Thanks, it was great.' He sounded sleepy and within five minutes was gently snoring. Five minutes later I slipped into dreamland.