0 comments/ 16576 views/ 0 favorites Chris & Sylvia - Jason & Blair Ch. 01 By: Paris Waterman Chapter 1 It all began the night Chris Hutchens went to an old hangout called Tini Bigs Lounge. The long windows of Tini Bigs faced 1st Avenue, but the bar was entered through the lobby of a fancy retail arcade on Denny Way, where headless mannequins posed elegantly in the windows. There was also Gold's health club at which he worked out on occasion in the basement. Chris recalled with amusement that the fitness freaks stayed there, working out long after his group -- comprised of racquetball and tennis buffs --- had finished their self-imposed hour of lifting weights. Then, with without exception, they showered and beat a hasty retreat to Tini Bigs for tequila and cigarettes and to see if their strict physical regimen would yield any benefits more immediate than just good health. The crowd was all suits. Some prowled the tumbling scene around the bar, a long, arc of granite and wood. Others settled in for the evening at the narrow tables in the slate loft, suspended overhead amid the rising noise and smoke. A chorus rose up as he entered. "Hey Baby! What's happening?" One crowed. "Whusssup?" shouted another. "Where you been for Chrissake?" This came from a well dressed man sitting at the mahogany bar. This was Jason Salter, a banking executive Chris had known for several years. Salter was married to an exhibitionist named Cara and Chris had joined them a time or two in their spacious bedroom. "Still banging all the good-looking nurses?" Salter called out in a gregarious tone, not caring who heard him. "Christ, I thought you got over that when ya left the hospital?" Salter put an arm around Chris after shaking his hand. "Anytime I get over a good-looking nurse, I try to bang her, you ought to know me by now," Chris said with a wicked grin. "Come on, sit down, have a pop," Salter said invitingly. There were two women beside the stool he'd briefly vacated in rising to greet Chris, one in her late thirties, the other slightly older, both with big hair and bright manicures. Both were smoking cigarettes and pleasantly drunk. Divorcees, Chris guessed. Neither wore a wedding ring and both seemed somber despite their good cheer. One of them, Sylvia, he recalled, somewhat thinner and darker than her companion, began focusing on him a few minutes after their brief introduction. Like a flower turning toward the sun, Chris leveled his best smile at her. Sylvia began asking him questions and tossed her hair back from her face so she could give him her full attention. He made a couple of off color jokes and Sylvia and her friend rattled in delight. After one particular rattle, he noticed Sylvia had laid her hand on his arm. He turned back to Jason and asked, "So what's going on here?" "Same old," Jason answered. "Your friend, the one you used to call S.B.D . . ." Jason paused for effect, "well, she's been coming in." "Oh, yeah?" Chris said raising an eyebrow in remembrance. "Tell her I said howdy." He tilted his glass back and watched the bubbles rise. "S.B.D.," he said softly and smiled, "I'll be damned." "Short black dress," Salter told Sylvia when she asked. "Hey, remember Kauffman?" Jason said as an afterthought. "Yeah, how's he doing? Didn't he get married again a while back? What was it, a year or so?" "Right, it's his third time," Salter said, looking into the mirror behind the bar, "An Iranian girl." "I remember her," Chris said, "Black hair, long black hair. She's the one --- glows in the dark." Salter laughed hard. "That's her! Damn you've got her pegged." Sylvia, with a puzzled expression on her face asked, "Glows in the dark?" Salter, still laughing, supplied the answer. "Glows in the dark, she's got implants." "Oh, my God!" Sylvia crowed, "Implants!" She faked a slap at Salter's shoulder, saying, "That's awful. That's awfully clever. I've got to remember that one for a couple friends." By the time she'd finished speaking; Sylvia was fully entwined with Chris. Her arm was wrapped around his possessively, and she'd drawn him close as she sat on the polished barstool. Her knees, on which her nylons shone, were parted, and Chris's hip occupied the resulting space. As Jason began telling an off-color joke, Chris began to get an erection; and as Jason prattled on saying, "There are these two homosexuals named Cecil and Scott who were living together." Sylvia's knees widened the space and Chris pressed his erection against her thigh and watched her lick her lips. "It was stinking hot one day and Cecil arrived home to find Scott with his ass in the freezer," Jason continued. Sylvia didn't look at Chris but clamped her thighs, pinning him in place. "Scott! What are you doing with your ass in the freezer?" Salter roared; he was a highly animated storyteller and proud of it. Chris's hardon reached full size and he started to slowly hump Sylvia's leg. She squeezed him tighter. Salter delivered the expected punch line. "And Scott replied, "It was so hot outside I thought you'd like something cool to slip into!" A huge burst of laughter rippled through the four of them at the bar; then Chris turned to Sylvia and quietly asked if she'd like to join him for dinner. "I'd love too," she mouthed, avoiding being heard in the din of the bar. They made their excuses and left minutes later. Salter watched them go; then turned to the remaining woman next to him. "That Chris, he sure is something with the ladies. What was your name again sweetie?" Chris & Sylvia - Jason & Blair Ch. 02 Chapter 2. Dual Pickup Once inside, Sylvia excused herself to slip into something more comfortable. Chris headed to the bar and made them both drinks. When she returned in a dark blue negligee, he was standing at the bar fully clothed, member stiff and pointed in Sylvia's direction. Her hands roamed over her body, unselfconsciously rubbing her aroused body, inviting him to make her feel like a woman. The first kiss was deep and prolonged, igniting the pent up passion within the both of them. Breaking off the kiss, Chris pushed back her long dark hair from her face and gazed into her eyes, eyes that spoke of her longing. He gently nibbled at her lips, tracing their outline with the tip of his tongue. Then he lewdly tongue fucked her mouth before licking up the line of her jaw to nuzzle the nape of her neck and her ear. Sylvia, in turn, held his erection firmly in her fist imagining how good it would feel as it pumped his seed into her. She recalled his words, ""I take my time Sylvia . . I take my time." They moved into her bedroom. Chris held her in his arms, his hands on her sweet spot, where he could just barely feel the bulge of her breasts. Moaning, she thrust her tongue into his mouth to dance with his. He lowered his hands down her sides and then came back up and under her breasts. His hands found their way under the negligee to her back and unimpeded, roamed across the silky smooth skin of her back. He caressed Sylvia's back for several minutes while tenderly kissing her and thought how delighted his wife Sandy would be when he brought this one home to her, and smiled. Chris took his time, allowing his eyes to feast hungrily on her perfect proportions. 'What a beautiful creature!' he thought. Her breasts were firm, her waist wasp-like, flaring to wide hips with a perfect ass before tapering into her thighs to her shapely calves and the sexiest feet he'd ever seen. Her ankle was adorned with a diamond tennis bracelet, her toes bedecked with several silver toe-rings. He stood above her, like some triumphant Vandal Goth, and began to undress. His intentions were clear. She smiled invitingly, approving of her fate. As he stepped out of his neatly pressed slacks, he made a point of hanging them carefully to protect the knife-like creases, and then removed his boxer shorts. Sylvia lay before him, caressing her breasts, legs akimbo waiting for him to start; her eyes riveted on the jutting 8-inch penis, bobbing before them. Lifting her far leg, Chris brought her toes to his mouth. His eyes were locked to hers as he slathered each salty toe with his tongue even as he ground his stiffened cock into her bare inner thigh. They both enjoyed the toe sucking. Slowly, Chris began his deliberate descent down her leg, kissing, licking, and nibbling along the way, until at last he could lick the crease between her thigh and vulva. Sylvia was neatly shaved, with just a small triangular patch of black wooly hair over her pubic mound. Her coral colored pussy lips glistened with the secretions of her arousal. Hardly stopping at all, he moved to her other thigh and resumed his kissing and licking as the sound of Sylvia's moans grew in intensity. Then with impeccable timing, he turned his attentions to her fleshy vulva, which he licked and teased for several long minutes. Sylvia was squirming around and her breasts were heaving as she wriggled free of the negligee. She had seemingly sucked the air from the room through her teeth, when with the flat of his tongue; Chris licked her juicy slit like an ice cream cone, starting down low and finishing above her clit. The slow tease had done its work, so that when his unhurried tongue finally raked across her protruding clit at a snail's pace; her stomach muscles began undulating as she murmured, "OH GOD! OHHHHHHH!" A second raking over her clit brought on a series of lusty howls as Sylvia plunged into orgasmic ecstasy. Chris sent a solitary finger into her; felt her vagina tighten around it as she came. A warm gush flowed across his hand and he hungrily lapped at her pussy, sucking up as much of her sweet nectar as he could. Finally, he pulled his dripping wet face from her pussy, scooted up and kissed her, sharing with her, her own juices as she slowly came down from her orgasm. She was more than primed. Picking her up from the plush carpeting, Chris carried her to the bed. Above her head, Sylvia gripped the iron spindles of the headboard, and spreading her shapely legs, unbelievably wide, watched him enter her nubile body. Chris crawled on top of her and Sylvia wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Undulating her hips, Sylvia guided the head of his cock to the entrance of her cunt. Chris did the rest, providing a substantial thrust so that his tip shoved aside her pouting labia and formed a sheath for his throbbing prick. He gazed at her for a moment, wishing that his wife, Sandy were with them at that moment. He truly enjoyed sharing such moments with her as she did with him. Sylvia was now wild-eyed and crazed with want. He eased his prick back an inch and she cried out at the loss. "C'mon, fuck me! God, I need you in me!" He did nothing. "Please fuck me! Please, I need you!" She was begging for it now and he obliged her by slowly penetrating her another three inches. Sylvia hissed, "YESSSSSS!" As Chris began to thrust into her with slow, shallow strokes -- employing nine shallow strokes followed by a deep penetrating stroke, then eight shallow strokes followed by two deep penetrations, and so forth until all the shallow strokes were used up and only deep thrusts remained. The shallow strokes stimulated her G-spot; the long strokes stimulated her entire cunt. It was as effective on Sylvia as it had been on many other women Chris had known. And by the time he was down to three shallow strokes, seven deep; Sylvia was spasming mightily as she came once again. He fucked her through her orgasm, keeping to his deliberate plan; finishing his first series with one shallow and nine deep leisurely trips to the clutching depths of her wonderful cunt. On the final thrust he simply buried himself in her and waited for her contractions to ease, allowing himself some relief from over stimulation. Her orgasm subsided and with his orgasm suppressed for the time being, Chris started the series over again with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep. A low guttural moan began deep in her throat that rose to a mournful wail. Sylvia groveled and twisted below him as the intense total body experience swept over her. It was then that he discovered she was the type of woman who, having climaxed once, would continue to do as long as her G was stimulated. Again and again, Chris repeatedly brought her to orgasm. Sylvia became covered in sweat; the perspiration beading up and then running in rivulets down her body onto the sheets. With each orgasm he felt his balls being bathed in her sweet juices. She was totally consumed with lust; tossing her head from side to side, her eyes tightly shut, babbling incoherently, as she came and came and came. On her sixth orgasm, accompanied by her lewd urgings; he let himself come. It was incredibly intense. The long suppressed orgasm hit him like a detonation. His vision narrowed to the point of blackness; bright simmering points of lights dazzled him; as the exquisite agony radiated throughout his body. It felt like his cock was bursting as the first thick wad of semen shot into her. With each powerful spurt into her Chris also cried out lustily. "AHHH! AH! AH!" He pulled his shrinking, dribbling cock from her quivering cunt. Then sat back on his heels he watched her pussy as it continued to pulsate, oozing his sperm; Sylvia's raw inner lips now protruded from her swollen outer labia. When she finally recovered enough to open her eyes, he greeted her with a wet glistening semi-flaccid cock, still oozing cum for her to lick clean. She started to protest but he shoved it against her lips and she licked at it then took it into her mouth and cleaned him fully. After a minute or so of gentle sucking, he pulled his cock from her mouth, kissed her on the lips and then snuggled up to her. A few minutes later they were both sound asleep, their passion sated for the moment. When they both revived, he broached the subject that he had avoided thus far in their relationship. "Sylvia?" "Ummm . . . yeah?" She replied, picking some imagined lint from a front tooth. "Do you do it with women too?" Chris & Sylvia - Jason & Blair Ch. 02 Blair stopped abruptly, saying, "My mouth is getting tired, want to fuck me in the ass?" She scrambled to her hands and knees as he took her from behind. He slammed in and out of her and as he neared his climax, he told her he wanted to come in her mouth. Blair quickly turned around and took him into her mouth, clamping her lips tightly around his circumference. He exploded into her constricting throat, but Blair managed to swallow every drop of ejaculate. He dressed, got her phone number and went home to tell Cara all about his night out. Chris & Sylvia - Jason & Blair Ch. 03 Chapter 3. Ménage 'a Trois, with Sandy "Do you do it with women too, Sylvia?" Chris knew that under normal circumstances if a man approaches a woman, the woman will think he's coming-on to her behind his partner's back. Even if the man discusses a threesome with his partner sitting beside him, the female candidate will most likely be too embarrassed to speak freely. On the other hand if he got Sandy to discuss the pleasures of a threesome to Sylvia, all the residual issues might be dissipated, with no further come-on from himself, no misperceived cheating, and with no one being embarrassed. Chris & Sylvia - Jason & Blair Ch. 03 Sandy lowered Sylvia onto the bed without breaking the kiss and ended up between Sylvia's legs. Eventually, she broke the kiss and sat down next to Sylvia. She still had one hand on Sylvia's breast but with the other she pulled up her leg. It just so happened that Chris was already fingering Sylvia --- but a non-plussed Sandy, slipped her index finger in alongside his. Sandy used her finger differently from the way Chris did. He only moved in and out but she twisted and hooked her finger as if she was trying to stimulate Sylvia's clitoris from the inside. He was now absorbed in toying with Sylvia's nipples and so it was impossible for him to see if it had any noteworthy effect, for Sylvia was generally noisy and uninhibited. But when Sandy pulled her finger out, Sylvia whined at the loss and that told him something. Suddenly Sylvia roared, "Oh my god! SANDY!" Being too close to the action Chris was unable to see what Sandy was doing, so he ceased licking Sylvia's nipple for a second to see what it was that caused Sylvia climb the walls. Apparently Sandy had placed her slippery finger at Sylvia's asshole, wriggling it, trying to coax it into the tightly closed opening. Chris could still feel his wife's finger next to his as it continued probing her cunt. But when Sylvia's cries grew more anxious and louder, he could not contain himself and shifted to a position from which he could observe just what was going on between the two women. "Oh yes. Don't stop!" That was Sylvia again and Chris saw that Sandy had her finger thoroughly encased in the tight sheath of Sylvia's ass. "Want him up your ass, baby?" Sandy hissed. "Mmmmm," Sylvia groaned in way of response. Sandy removed her finger from Sylvia's asshole and commanded Chris to, "Spit on her ass, honey. Make it good and wet." He spit on Sylvia's butt hole; then worked his finger in. "Believe me, Chris, she's ready for you." "Sylvia baby, I want to lift that luscious ass of yours up and when you feel his cock at your hole, push back at him." "Sandy," Sylvia said, "don't make like it's the first dick I've had in there. There have been a few and I happen to like anal a lot. Don't worry Chris; I'm primed and waitin' on you." True to her word, when Chris drove his prick into her rectum, she pushed right back at him and he found that he was some five inches in with the first try. Sylvia started fucking and they quickly established a rhythm using the old in and out. Sandy, not one to stand idly by while others had fun, lay under Sylvia and kneaded her breasts as Sylvia began bucking like crazy and rubbing her pussy with her hand. "Chris, when you're gonna cum," she pleaded, "Please cum in my mouth?" "Sure thing," he grunted and the sweat flew from his brow onto her shoulders. "I mean it! I want you to cum in my mouth." He didn't reply, but fucked into her all the harder; managing to wedge all eight inches into her while Sandy chewed hard on Sylvia's almost raw nipples. "Now Sylvia, suck it now!" Sylvia quickly turned and took him into her mouth, savoring the shitty taste he brought with him on her tongue as she laved his cockhead gingerly at first, but then with increasing passion as she felt him readying to explode. "SHARE HIM!" Sandy yelled with rising excitement. Intense with the thrill of sucking his shit-stained cock, Sylvia overcame her gag reflex and took him deep enough so that his balls bounced against her chin as he unloaded into her throat. She gagged with the initial spurt and reluctantly relinquished his pole to Sandy who was patiently waiting alongside and swallowed all that remained. Chris was exhausted and lay back and closed his eyes. The two women, still randy, looked at one another seeking the answer as to what to try next. Sandy stuck out her dainty pink tongue and winked lewdly at Sylvia . . . . .