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Friday

By: krullsnoopy



This is the third story about Jeff and Megan. Please read "Their Best Valentines Day Ever" and "Wednesday" first for a background on the two. All feedback is welcomed and any suggestions. Thanks and enjoy.

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The day Jeff and Megan had been counting down to had finally come, Friday.

Jeff's day at work had flown by surprisingly, but Megan's had been a day from hell.

Her back was killing her, and several co-workers being absent had stressed her to the max.

Jeff sped home as fast as he could to change and for a fresh shave. Knowing his face would be in close contact with some sensitive skin tonight. Megan on the other hand drove home slowly and went straight to bed upon her arrival. 

When Jeff arrived at Megan's he found her still in the bed. After talking shortly they decided to still go to dinner, but skip the movie. Dinner went well, quick too. The waiter put their main course in to soon after the appetizer. They were done eating and home within an hour. 

Megan wasn't complaining. She was glad to be home and able to lay down flat in her bed. Her back was still killing her despite several glasses of wine. She finally decided to take some pain killers hoping to relieve some tension. 

Jeff felt bad that after all week talking up tonight that Megan was in such bad shape. He walked into the bathroom and retrieved the massage oil Megan had gotten for Christmas. 

Next he helped Megan remove her clothes till she was down to her silk thong. Damn she was beautiful!

He then lit several of their scented candles and dimmed the lights to set a relaxing mood. As she was laying out on her stomach Jeff removed his pants and shirt as it was hot upstairs, and to have more body contact with Megan. He then poured a good amount of oil in his hand and warmed it up by rubbing his hands together. 

When his hands touched Megan she jerked slightly as it wasn't quite warm enough yet. 

She quickly started to relax as his talented and firm hands started massaging away the knot in her back. The massage went on for nearly an hour, with Megan feeling better and better and almost falling asleep. 

After Jeff had gotten up and washed his hands he went downstairs to retrieve the ice pack. Megan never was one to ice anything, but Jeff didn't give her a choice and laid the pack on her back. She asked what it was and he told her to just relax and wait. Seconds later she felt the cold hitting her warm skin. 

Megan's first reaction was to shake it off, but right before she did it started feeling good. Jeff then lay down next to her and started stroking her hair and running his hands up and down her arms. After about twenty minutes he removed the pack and she rolled over onto her back. 

Jeff was rewarded with a relaxed look on Megan's face and her perfectly shaped breasts staring back up at him. His eyes took in all of Megan's beauty as his eyes traveled down her body. Taking in her flat stomach, her panty covered sex, and down her shapely firm legs. He propped up on his side close to her, and started running his hands all over her body.

Starting with her legs, gently massaging her calves and thighs. Next moving higher as his hands traced her sexy stomach in small circles cumulating at her belly button. Megan was enjoying Jeff's touches and caress's as she felt her body coming back to normal. 

Megan scooted in closer to Jeff as a little chill went through her body. Thinking it was cold in the bedroom, but then quickly knowing it wasn't that at all. Their eyes met in an instant followed by their heads moving towards each other. A long passionate kiss started as they both knew what they wanted. 

Megan wanting it badly, but not sure how her body would be able to take it due to her back. Jeff read her thoughts immediately as he was usually good at. He softly whispered into her ear "don't worry about doing anything, let me take all your stresses away."

Megan nodded her head gently as Jeff's hand worked its way down her chest and inside her panties. As his finger passed between her slit he immediately found out Megan was already wet. 

He leaned down to her once again and told her she had sprung a leak and he would fix that for her. Both laughing lightly as Jeff rolled over onto his stomach starting to kiss her neck. Taking his time he planted small kisses all over her neck and upper chest. 

Megan's body was responding and her hands were roaming all over his back. After nearly ten minutes he finally started making his way further south. Gently he began tracing his tongue all over her breasts. Starting at the outer most edges and working inwards toward her now hardening nipples. Making sure not to touch the peaks yet. 

Jeff then took each nipple into his mouth separately. Rolling it around with his tongue, gently sucking on it, bringing it to its max hardness then nibbling slightly. Moving on now to his ultimate goal, Megan's hands pushing him lower, he stopped briefly to lick around her navel. 

Jeff was prepared to take his time, settling into a comfortable position between Megan's now open legs. Starting at her feet, kissing and tracing his tongue up her legs, behind her knees, and finally to her inner thighs. Planting kisses all along both sides of her inner thighs till her hands coaxed him further inwards. 

He had his goal in sight. He had dreamed about making passionate love with his tongue and fingers to her waiting pussy all week. He started kissing her sex through her panties. Feeling her mound with his tongue, sampling what little juices had penetrated her panties. 

As Jeff backed away from Megan he grabbed both sides of her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs keeping eye contact the whole time. Settling back down between her legs he stayed back admiring her beautiful and sexy pussy. Moving in he started tracing his tongue up and down the entire length of her outer lips. Sucking and lightly nibbling them as he went. He wanted so badly to dive right in, but knowing it would be much more pleasurable to both if he took his time. 

After thoroughly wetting her outer lips Jeff's tongue came out full length and formed a little spear. Taking his spear he barely parted her slit. Running his tongue up and down, getting a small taste of her sweet juices. Megan's body was really starting to respond, her hips were undulating upwards to meet his tongue's advances. Trying to get more of it inside her. Jeff would have none of that though, quickly pulling his tongue back, teasing her so badly. 

Finally he let his tongue penetrate fully. Both letting out long moans, both getting what they wanted so badly. Megan, his talented tongue deep in her soaked pussy, Jeff the sweet juices that had collected at her opening. Jeff took his time devouring all the juices he could find without making his way up towards her now prominent clit. 

Jeff then took each of her inner lips separately into his mouth. Sucking gently but hard enough to extend them fully in his mouth. Stripping them of any juices that had collected on them. Next moving back to her outer puffy lips and repeating the same process. Megan's moans becoming stronger and stronger. After he was satisfied and to Megan's satisfaction he took her throbbing clit into his mouth. 

Swirling it around, sucking gently, Megan let out a long moan. 

Ahhhhhhh!!!

Jeff then used his talented tongue to massage and lick all over her now soaked pussy. Running his tongue flat against her mound up and down its entire length. Taking several minutes at a time to suck her clit and run his tongue over it. 

Bringing her body closer and closer to climax, but right before her peak he would move his tongue away to her outer lips or back to her inner thighs. Megan's hips trying to move his mouth back to her aching clit each time, but to no avail. 

Jeff then inserted a finger into her drenched pussy taking Megan's breath away. Her pussy clamping down on his finger, not daring to let it go. Moving his finger in and out as he continued flicking his tongue over her now super sensitive clit. 

Taking his time to loosen her tight cunt muscles up, he started applying a little pressure by adding another finger to her tight pussy. 

"Ahhh yessssss that feels sooooo good" Megan almost screamed. 

Her hips taking over fucking his fingers with her pussy. Aching for release. Jeff had never had two fingers inside his lover as she had always been too tight. But not tonight, her pussy sucked them back in repeatedly relaxing more and more. Drawing his fingers further and further inside. 

Having both fingers buried so deeply inside of her it was almost to hard to bring his tongue in contact with Megan's clit. To Jeff's surprise and delight he saw Megan's hand growing closer and closer to her pussy. 

"Would she" he thought. He had always wanted to watch her masturbate, and now he was getting his wish. He watched as her fingers methodically manipulated her clit as only she knew how to do best. Jeff taking it all in, one for future use and two for his most pleasurable enjoyment. 

His cock jerked beneath him as he took in the sight. His own two fingers fucking her pussy for all they were worth as hers took care of her clit. Every once in awhile one of Megan's fingers would come down and run along his and the outside of her lips. 

The sight was so erotic to Jeff. 

With all this attention to her pussy Megan was quickly approaching orgasm. Megan's other hand quickly brought Jeff's mouth back to her clit. His tongue and lips immediately sucking her back into his mouth. 

Her legs slowly began to close onto his head. Jeff new what was about to happen and loved every minute of it. It turned him on so much to have his head clamped down onto by her powerful thighs. 

Then out of nowhere her thighs clamped down hard along with her inner pussy muscles on his fingers. 

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

Megan's body began jerking violently as Jeff hung on for the ride. Keeping his mouth firmly attached to her clit and his fingers trying to move what little they could inside her spasming pussy. Her orgasm was like no other Jeff had witnessed in some time. 

As her orgasm subsided he slowed his ministrations. As Megan's body started relaxing, first with her thighs loosing, Jeff's head finally becoming free. Jeff removed his mouth from her clit. Seeing it standing straight up and jerking ever so slightly. 


Jeff though wanted this one to last. He kept his fingers buried insider her moving them slightly every ten seconds or so, sending another jolt through Megan's body as he did. His tongue lightly flicking her clit as he moved his fingers in her tight pussy. This caused Megan's body to spasm and her thighs to resume their hold on Jeff's head. 

Continuing like this for several minutes Megan had one of the longest and most powerful orgasms of her life. 

Finally begging Jeff "no more, no more, please, I'm going to pass out from the pleasure."

Only then did Jeff slowly withdraw his fingers as Megan's body betrayed her thoughts and did all it could to keep his fingers buried inside her pussy. With one final lick up her now soaking wet slit Jeff's tongue continued upwards, over her belly, between her breasts, and up to her neck. Cuddling up next to her, just holding her body as she recovered. 

Jeff had no intention of making love to her now. Not only because her body was now drained from her massive orgasm, but because he was afraid her back would begin hurting again. Megan had other plans though. 

"Jeff, roll over onto your back" Megan said. 

Jeff complied, telling her she didn't have to do this though. Still not knowing what she had in mind. "Was she going to suck him into her hot mouth, or what he really loved, ride him" Jeff thought. 

He quickly got his answer as she swung her leg over his body and slowly started inching forward over him. Jeff's mind went crazy knowing what was coming. This was a special treat for him as Megan had just recovered from knee surgery when they met just eight months ago. 

Their eyes met in a deep stare, the kind that goes straight to your heart. Megan slowly lowering her body down onto his. Not taking his cock insider her yet. Megan decided to tease him a little. The pain medicine dulling the pains not only in her back, but her knees too. 

Megan reached back and took Jeff's hard throbbing cock in her soft hands. Rubbing his head slowly over her drenched pussy. Massaging her now sensitive lips and clit with his fuck tool. 

Ahhhhhh, it felt so good to the both of them. 

Jeff's hands had now crept up her body and was massaging her hanging tits. He loved the way her breasts looked hanging away from her body. "They're so sexy" he thought. 

Megan felt what he was doing and lowered her body so he could suck them into his mouth. 

She felt Jeff's cock jerk in her hands as his mouth came in contact with her breasts. His hands coming up underneath them to support their weight as his mouth moved from nipple to nipple sucking them into his greedy mouth. God he wanted to be inside her. 

Megan was ready too. She slowly sat back up watching his eyes express disappointment as her breasts were taken from him. That quickly disappeared as he felt the tip of his cock come back into contact with her pussy. 

Megan slowly eased her body down onto Jeff's cock. Feeling him part her lips like petals on a rose. Slowly easing more and more of her body down onto his hard cock. Feeling it jerk and throb inside her as her muscles adjusted to his large size. Jeff almost passed out as a mini orgasm ripped though his body. 

His hands reached up to Megan's hips. Helping her steady her weight as the remainder of his cock penetrated deep insider her hot wet pussy. Settling down on Jeff fully Megan waited a moment to accommodate his size in her tight pussy. 

After feeling comfortable being filled so fully Megan started rocking her hips back and forth. Jeff's hands came to rest on her beautiful rounded ass. Taking her flesh into his hands, he loved her ass so much. Feeling it glide across his skin. Running his hands around her waist leaving her ass momentarily. Bringing them up her smooth stomach and finally to her ample breasts. Squeezing them lightly, and pinching her nipples softly. 

A small moan escaped Megan's lips as Jeff massaged her nipples. She liked her nipples teased and pinched when she rode him. Then Megan's body started to rise and fall on his hard cock. Feeling empty as her pussy muscles released him only to slam back down on his cock filling the void. 

Jeff's hands quickly returned to her ass. Feeling it jiggling slightly, ahhhhh he loved the way it felt. After about twenty or so minutes of Megan's pussy clinching his cock, he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Megan too was approaching yet another orgasm for the night. 

Bringing his arms up around Megan's back Jeff pulled her body down onto his. Feeling her breasts crush into his chest and their bodies pressed together. Then arching his back and bringing his hips off the bed Jeff began a rapid fucking motion. Grabbing onto both ass cheeks firmly. The sounds of their bodies slapping together filled the room. His cock pounding away at Megan's wet pussy. The slurping sound as his cock met her pussy were clearly audible and very erotic to the both of them. 

Megan's body broke into orgasm. Her pussy clamping down and releasing his cock rapidly. Jeff feeling the juices that escaped her pussy running down his thighs, and the intense pressure being applied to his cock brought him very close to the edge. 

His body kicked into overdrive, pounding away at Megan's pussy for all he was worth. Driving his cock home he felt the cum boiling up from his balls and passing through his shaft. 

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

His cock shooting his thick cum deep inside Megan's hot pussy. Her body releasing yet another orgasm. Their moans filled the room, quickly overpowering the sounds of their bodies slapping together. Her sweet pussy juices gushing out of her body. Soaking Jeff's balls and thighs, just as his cum was coating the inside of her pussy. 

Both their bodies gave out not only from their intense orgasms, but from the hours of lovemaking they had just completed. Megan laying on top of Jeff for what seemed like an eternity. Their last thoughts were of the rolling to their sides still somewhat connected. Jeff's cock still embedded in Megan's pussy as they drifted off to sleep.

Friday



Before the story, a few words and some random thoughts. 

I have not written much erotica. My writing has been technical and legal. My first attempt at erotica was posted some years ago. Its called A Most Delicious Dinner. The second story I wrote, called The Wiener Roast, has not been posted. I lost my copy of it when I had some computer problems. However, I did send it to three or four people I met at Literotica. If you happen to be one of those that I sent it to, I would appreciate it if you would send me a copy of it. I would like to do some editing on it and then post it.

If you read my stories you will notice that they all have been about my fantasy of Linda. She is a real person. A long time friend. A very close friend. We flirt a lot and have exchanged semi-erotic emails but that is all. I have seen her tits and pussy. If you want to know how that happened send me an email or ask me if you see me at Literotica.

If I may, a few words about myself. Some of you that I have chatted with already know these things. 

I am nothing special. Just a typical 61 year old gentleman. I have been cumming to Literotica for about seven years and having been doing selective phone chats for about five years now. I cherish friendship. I am very discrete. I never give out any information about anyone other than myself. If we chat on the phone I must call you; ask me sometime and I will tell you why. I always destroy the phone number when we are finished and never, never call that number again unless we meet at Literotica first and you tell me to call. I like to keep things light and fun for all.

I am a bit of a romantic ... gentle and tender. I like to use very explicit and erotic language without being vulgar or disrespectful of women. I am very oral. I love to eat pussy and please the lady first. There have been times when my wife and I fucked more frequently that I would eat her pussy for more than an hour or for however long she wanted me to do it. I have fucked her and cum in her pussy and at times eaten her pussy right after that. Some men wont do that for their ladies, but I will and I do. My wife is also a real squirter ... female ejaculation. When having sex, in real life or in fantasy, the person I am having sex with is always the most important.

We have been happily married for 38 years. My wife and I don't fuck much any more because the aging process has slowed her down more than it has me and since straying is not for me, I cum to Literotica for the fun, fantasy and release. My sex drive is greater now than it was twenty years ago.

I don't need Viagra yet (but those days will cum with age LOL) and I, as you will see in the story, don't have a large cock. To those who are like me ... over sixty and have small cocks ... or ladies that have small tits ... we can be sexy and have fun at Literotica too. 

When at Literotica I welcome PMs ...and will answer almost any question you may have, including questions concerning that incident that happened when I was a teenager that I have told some of you about.

There may be another chapter to this particular story. It will continue to be about my wife and Linda but will also include more of Linda's husband who is also a good friend.

Please give me your honest comments. 

Thank you, each and every one of you.

This story is one of fact, fiction and fantasy. The reader must decide where one stops and another starts. All of my characters are real people. I wrote the second part of the story from a woman's (Linda's) point of view. I didnt think I could do this very well. Please let me know what you think and how well or poorly I did this.

There is a man who loves to eat pussy,

And swallow its sweet gushing streams.

And after he sucks,

The lady he fucks,

And makes her cum till she screams!

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Friday had been a hard day at work. It started very early and I was running late and was quite exhausted. Patty was off work and was preparing for our friends Bill and Linda to come over for a quiet evening of visiting and relaxation. We were going to roast wieners in our fireplace since the winter weather was cold and snowy. I had intended to leave work by no later than 3pm and be home in time to help make the preparations. But it was after 5pm when I was able to leave work and the normal thirty-five minute drive took almost an hour.

When I arrived home a little after six Patty had things pretty well prepared. Bill and Linda were to be there at 6:30 so I had a little time to shower and change clothes. Patty continued to get things ready and I headed for the shower.

I always enjoyed the time we spent with Bill and Linda. They were long time friends. Very good friends. And Linda was one of my favorite people. One of my favorite sexy people. 

At 55, four years younger than me, Linda has dark brown, almost black, hair nearly down to her shoulders, dark brown eyes, stands 5' 10" tall, weighs about 140 pounds and has delicious looking 40 C breasts, although I had never seen them in the flesh. For years Linda has been one of my strongest fantasies. I have never strayed on Patty, but if Linda would ever make the first move and open the door, I would go through it.

Bill, who has become a good friend, is a good looking man, 5'11" tall, about 160 pounds, brown eyes and balding. While Bill, I am sure, had no idea of how often I have had sexual fantasies about Linda certainly realized how attractive Linda was to me. He was aware of how close Linda and I had become, as friends.

Realizing that it was 6:20 I knew I would not be able to take a long hot shower, which is how I prefer them. I quickly stripped and stepped into the shower, leaned back against the shower stall wall and began to enjoy the hot water splashing over me and cascading down my body. I had to force myself to pick up the soap and start rubbing it over my skin. My mind began to wander as I slid the soap over my chest and down toward my cock. Thoughts of Linda streaked through my mind. 

Linda's naked body stood there with me in the shower. The hot water and the soap made my cock wet and slick in my right hand as I stroked it. I could see her breasts ... nipples standing straight and hard ... her chest heaving with excitement ... anticipation ... my eyes moved down over to her tummy to her pussy. Her legs open wide knees slightly bent ... her fingers moving slowly over her pussy lips ... then slipping inside ...moving in and out ... slowly ... then faster and faster. I could hear her moaning as I stroked my cock ... the soap and hot water added to my excitement ... my cock throbbed in my hand. Linda's pussy was there for me and I was moving closer to her ... stroking faster and faster ... up and down ... harder ... I could see her ... smell her fragrance ... hear her breathing. She thrust her hips forward and said, "Fuck me, John, now."

I moved against her and pushed my cock inside her ... sliding all the way into her pussy. I felt the heat and tightness of her body grip my cock ... her wonderfully soft tits pushing against my chest ... my cock throbbed more now as it moved in and out of her pussy. My pressure building up and up. In and out ... in and out ... until Linda grabbed me and pulled me tight against her ...and I began to cum in her pussy ... squirting long hot streams of cum deep inside her pussy. 

"John ..." It was Patty calling to me from the bedroom. "Better hurry, they'll be here in a few minutes."

My fantasy was shattered and my eyes opened as my cum splashed against the wall of the shower stall. "Ok. Be out in a couple minutes." I said, being thankful that Patty had not come into the bathroom and caught me jacking off in the shower. (Although she had caught me doing just that not too long ago. But right then I didn't want to explain why I was doing it.)

I quickly finished my shower and wrapped my large towel around my waist. After brushing my hair and teeth I laid out my clothes for the evening and realized that the shirt I wanted to wear was in the laundry room. I looked at the clock and noticed it was 6:40. Bill and Linda should have been there, but since I had not heard any conversation in the living room I knew they hadn't arrived yet. So with my towel still around me I opened the bedroom door and started to walk into the living room.

To my great surprise there sat Linda on the loveseat directly opposite the bedroom door. For a moment I didn't know what to do or what to say. I started to quickly shut the door but something stopped me. I just froze, looking straight into Linda's eyes. She was wearing a red, very tight pull-over blouse that seemed to cling to her large breasts like an outer skin and a full black pleated skirt and she had taken off her shoes.

"Patty's in the kitchen." Linda said in almost a whisper as she leaned forward and gave me one of her sexy smiles and a quick wink and parted her knees just a little as she pulled her skirt up slightly up.

I leaned forward just enough to almost be able to look toward the kitchen. "Ah ... OK ...sorry ... I didn't know you had gotten here yet." I said, beginning to be a bit embarrassed.

"That's all right. I don't mind at all." Linda whispered again. "I wont tell Patty if you don't." she said, winking again and moving her tongue between her lips.

As I eased the bedroom door shut and began to get dressed. I realized that my cock had gotten hard again. I was glad I had the loose towel around me. I quickly, found another shirt and a pair of sweat pants to wear and got dressed.

I wondered if Linda would still be sitting on the loveseat when I came out, but she had gone to the kitchen with Patty. Although I have lusted for Linda so much over the years and we had flirted and exchanged some mildly sexy emails I had been a little embarrassed and was glad she wasn't still sitting there.

"Where is Bill?" I asked as I walked into the Kitchen.

"He got a call from the store just after we got here and they needed him to come in for a while." Linda said, looking me in the eyes and smiling. "You were still in the shower."

Chuckling, I said, "Oh. Will he be back soon?

"Don't know. He said he would call in a little while and let us know." Linda said.

"We're going to go ahead and eat. Linda and I are hungry." Patty said. "I expect you are too. Aren't you?"

"Yes, lets roast the wieners. The fire's going good. Its time to eat."

For the next few minutes we roasted wieners in the fireplace. We talked about what games we were going to play after we finished eating. Nearly every time we got together with Linda and Bill for an evening we would play games. We all like board games, dominos, some card games like Taboo and Gestures. Jenga, the game where you stack small pieces of wood as high as possible, is one we really like.

As we were eating our hot dogs and all the other things Patty and Linda had fixed Patty got up to go to the kitchen for Pepsi refills. When she was in the kitchen Linda said, "You never did tell me the answer to your Pepsi question."

"My Pepsi question?"

"Yes. I know you remember it." She said, curving her lips in a sexy way, lowering her head and tilting her chin slightly to her right. Then looking over her glasses she said, "You know ... 'What's even better than Pepsi to drink and eat?' You never did tell me the answer. When are you gong to stop teasing me?"

I did remember asking her ... Oh ... did I remember. And I was tempted to tell her, but I didn't think the time was right. Patty would soon return from the kitchen and I really didn't know how Linda would react to my answer, but then I thought she already knew.

"I think you probably already know the answer." I said, wondering what her response might be ... hoping I already knew it.

"Well, ... I might ... "

"Linda, do you need any more ice in your glass?" Patty said as she came back into the room ending our conversation about Pepsi. I was both relieved, a little, and disappointed ... a lot. 

"No, Patty, I don't think so." Linda said, not taking her eyes from mine and slightly shrugging her shoulders as she gave me a very brief "oh nuts" frown that left me really wondering how far this conversation might have gone had Patty not come back so soon.

Patty brought the Pepsi refills in and we continued to sit and eat and talk. After a few minutes the telephone rang. It was Bill. Linda talked to him for a couple minutes and hung up.

"Bill says he will be at least another two or three hours and that we should eat without him." Linda said with a laugh.

Patty and I joined in. "Did you tell him we already had?" Patty asked.

"Yep, but I think he already knew that!" Linda said, still laughing and chewing on a hot dog.

"Oh well," I said, "Guess we'll just have to force ourselves to get along without him."

We laughed and joked about Bill not being there to eat for a little while longer. He seems to be able to eat and eat and eat and not gain an ounce. Since it doesn't work like that for me I tell him he is disgusting. He takes it good naturedly and shoots right back at me with something or other about me being overweight.

"Think I need to go to the bathroom." Linda said, getting up and heading for the bathroom adjacent to the guest room. 

As she walked away I noticed the sexy sway of her hips and my thoughts rushed to how nice it would be to have my arms around her ... on my knees in front of her ... squeezing that soft flesh gently as I pulled her toward my open mouth, my tongue anticipating the very first taste of her delicious pussy ... my cock throbbing, knowing that after my tongue was finished devouring her I would slide it inside her body ..."

"John ..." Patty said as she moved against me and leaned down to whisper in my ear, "Maybe after Bill comes back and they leave ... we can have some fun in the bedroom?"

Well, that was a surprise, but a welcome one. Being around Linda for the evening and being in the mood ... that sounded like a great idea. 

Patty's sexual desires have decreased over the past few years, which is understandable for her age and mine have increased greatly over the same period. That's what seems strange to me. My sexual drive and desire should be diminishing too, but it just seems to be growing and growing, especially when I am around Linda.

"Ummm, I would like that." I said to Patty, and moved my hand to her left breast and gave it a little squeeze.

Patty moaned softly and our lips met in a quick but passionate kiss ... her tongue moving into my mouth and swirling around for a couple seconds. Now I was really getting hot. Linda's presence ... Patty's tit in my hand ... her tongue in my mouth ... my cock was beginning to get hard. When our kiss ended Patty giggled and whispered, "My pussy's getting wet ... and I think I could ... squirt in your mouth tonight."

Wow! I took a deep breath. Rarely did Patty talk like that. I thought she must really be getting turned on. "I'd like that ... uuuummmmm ... but what's turning you on now?" I asked, looking her in the eyes.

"I don't know ... maybe it's the way I noticed you looking at Linda ... and maybe its ... "

The sound of the flushing toilet jerked us away from our brief erotic encounter and a few seconds Linda came out of the bathroom.

Patty got up and began to gather up some things and take them back to the kitchen. 

Linda walked past Patty and came in my direction and began to help to clear things off the snack table. I was sitting on the couch less than two feet from Linda as she bent down to pick up a napkin that had dropped on the floor. My eyes were inches from her chest. And I noticed something. Her nipples were standing out fully erect and her tits were swinging free under the red blouse. I couldn't believe my eyes. She had taken her bra off while she was in the bathroom!

Linda looked directly into my eyes, smiled and licked her lips before straightening up with the napkin. Then she picked up some dishes and glasses and headed for the kitchen.

I just sat there not knowing what to think. With what Patty had done and with Linda's braless tits having been only inches from my lips, my heart rate was up and my cock was hard.

Surely Patty had to notice that Linda had taken off her bra. But maybe not. She wouldn't have been looking at Linda like I was. 

I sat there for a few minutes and began to cool down while Patty and Linda were in the kitchen. Surely I must be wrong ... she didn't really take off her bra. Surely not! Or ... did she? That would really be a strange thing for Linda to do. I've thought for a long time that she knows how sexy I think she is and really knows what I would love to do to her. For a long time we have flirted and sent those borderline erotic emails, but neither of us has ever ... vocalized anything ... except for some suggestive but not too suggestive comments. But no ... she couldn't have taken off her bra ... not with Patty there. And even if we were alone ... she would never do that ... never open the door that somehow I think she knows I would walk through.

But ... I had to find out for sure. I had to know. If Linda had taken off her bra she would have to have left it in the bathroom. The door was in plain sight of where Patty and I were sitting in the living room. If she did take it off she couldn't have brought it out with her. So, I got up and headed for the bathroom.

"Where're you going?" It was Patty's voice.

"My turn in the bathroom." I laughed as I stepped in and shut the door.

Once inside, I began to look for Linda's bra. There weren't many places she could have hidden it. I looked in the bath tub behind the curtain. In the clothes hamper, but found nothing. Then I looked in the cabinet under the sink. There, in the back left corner I found it. I took it out. Linda's bra, no doubt. I looked at the tag ... 40 D (but I already knew that) ... it was her's. Patty's would have been 38 C. 

I was about to put it back when I noticed something else. Something had been laying under Linda's bra. I picked it up ... Linda had taken off her panties too! They were folded up and laid underneath her bra. I picked up the panties. They were soft thin black cotton panties.

I stood there in front of the sink and mirror holding Linda's bra and panties. I could not believe she had done that ... and what was happening. They were soft and I could smell her fragrance on them. I held her bra in my right hand and her panties in my left. My mind began to race ... my cock began to get hard and throb. 

Slowly I raised Linda's bra to my face. Rubbing it against my cheek I inhaled deeply. Oh, the thoughts that I was having. Dare I do what I was thinking?

I laid Linda's bra on the sink and pulled the elastic waist band of my sweat pants down over my fully erect cock. Then I began to rub the crotch of Linda's panties over my cock. Once again, as I had so many times before, I thought, of how I would like to eat Linda and fuck her ... cum in her pussy ... then ... suck it out of her.

Slowly I moved her panties over the head of my cock. It was hard and throbbing. The full length of my cock moved against the soft material ... then I lifted them to my mouth ... licking the inside of the crotch ... right where Linda's pussy had been just minutes before. They were wet! I could taste her!

After a few seconds I moved the panties back down to my cock. I was so excited ... so worked up that a long stream of pre-cum drained from my cock onto the crotch of the panties. Then another ... if I kept this up I would cum and I didn't want to do that now and I didn't want to stain her panties ... anymore than I already had.

Oooohhh, I had stained them with my pre-cum. How would I explain that to Linda? I wondered what I would do. I had really done it now. No matter why she had taken them and her bra off ... how would I explain what I had done. My mind seemed to reel ... my cock got soft ... I really had done something I shouldn't have done and now what would I do.




Friday



Friday, and I was finally at the end of a particularly tiring week. I work as a pilot for a charter company in the Northern Territory and it had been a busy nine days, leaving me looking forward to four days off which included, for once, a weekend. What's more, my darling wife Simone had promise me a scrumptious dinner and her for dessert! I could hardly wait, and when I approached the front door of our house I felt my tiredness lifting at seeing her slim figure silhouetted in the doorway.

Simone was wearing a black bikini top with a simple matching wrap around skirt that was cut diagonally. It hung almost to her right knee but revealed most of her left thigh where it was tied together. In her left hand was a half empty glass of red wine, in her right, vodka on the rocks. The ice tinkled its welcome as she proffered the vodka to me and I eagerly accepted, savouring the cool touch of the glass that was becoming slick with condensation due to the humidity. The heat of the Territory is a mixed blessing, at times it overpowers in its humidity, but the upside was that it was like summer all year round and you could entertain outdoors.

'Welcome home,' Simone purred and I slipped my hand around her bare waist as our lips met. 

'Mmmm,' was all I could manage in reply. 'Thank God the week's over, I've been thinking about tonight all day.'

'That's good,' Simone's tone gave away that something was wrong. 

'What's up?' I asked.

'Nothing...' Simone failed to sound convincing as she turned and led me through the house. 'Why don't you slip out of those clothes...'

'What's up babe?' I asked again. I sensed that our planned evening was not going to be as I had been imagining.

'Well, I, um, well, I was talking to Dani today and she was saying how lonely she is with Ian being away, and I kind of invited her over.' It came out in a rush of words.

'Kind of invited, or actually invited?'

'Actually.' Simone pouted and dropped her head, allowing her long dark hair to fall forward and obscure her face.

'Babe,' was all I could manage, though I thought I did a good job of injecting a suitable whine into my tone. I had no objection to Dani coming over for dinner, but tonight of all nights.

'Can't you postpone it, even to tomorrow night?'

'I've already invited her. She'll be here in an hour,' Simone pouted. 

'Babe, you promised me that tonight was going to be for us...'

'And it will,' Simone grinned at me. 'In fact,' she added handing me her wine glass, 'how about if I blow you now, then once Dani's gone home, you can have me any way you want?' She sank to her knees as she spoke and the effect was immediate. The thought of her lips on me weakened my resolve, but I tried not to show it.

'Babe, I just wanted a night...' Her hands cut off my words as they began to rub my crotch, sending small shivers of delight through me as I felt my body respond. Four years of marriage and seven years of living together had done nothing to lessen the desire I felt for Simone and I was unable to resist her charms. 

Simone worked my zipper down as I hardened against the confines of my clothing, then her slender fingers worked me free and my full length strained towards her pouting lips. Simone had dropped her eyes from mine to examine me as though seeing me erect for the first time. Her right hand began to work slowly along my length, her grip tightening as it reached the tip, then relaxing as she worked her way back to the base of my shaft. Then Simone's mouth closed over me, no subtlety just a plunging of her lips down my shaft, the engorged knob of my cock compressed into the back of her throat filling me with that wonderful sensation that can only be achieved by fellatio. Simone's openness and honesty had been of great benefit to our sex life. She had asked me to explain in great detail how I liked things done to me. In return she explained what she liked, and what she didn't. As a result our sex life was mutually fulfilling. 

So therefore the head job I was experiencing in the open doorway of my house was for me, perfect. Simone ran her tongue along my length, occasionally slipping her mouth from me and working her tongue in a slow, circular motion around the end. It was divine, and in my worked up state, the result of spending a good deal of the day considering the moment that she would be doing this to me, I knew that I wasn't going to last long.

My etiquette with Simone has always been to warn her when I am about to come. When she is particularly horny, or drunk, she will let me come in her mouth. But as she had invited Dani over for dinner without consulting me, I decided that the house etiquette had been ignored anyway. So with a grunt I came, catching my wife by surprise just as she had pushed me into the back of her throat. To her credit she didn't pull away, instead tightening the grip of her hand around the base of my shaft to restrict the flow of my seed as she pulled her mouth back so that her only lips encased the tip. Her tongue worked my come from her mouth, though as the waves of ecstasy rolled through me I was oblivious to her technique. My orgasm seemed to last for minutes, the pent up frustrations of the week exploding from me and taking with it the tension of the week.

Finally I was spent and Simone rose to her feet, her lips and chin a sticky mess.

'Welcome home,' she said with a grin, took her drink from me and disappeared down the hall into the bathroom. 

Ten minutes later I stood under the shower in our en suite savouring the warm water as it washed away my sweat and the smell of kerosene. For nine days I had worked the maximum number of hours allowed and mentally I was part exhausted, part exhilarated. Despite having my idea of a romantic dinner and lovemaking somewhat thwarted by the impending presence of Danielle, I wasn't too disappointed. Dani and Simone had been friends for many years and I got on very well with her as well. Dani could only be described as "different", not in a bad way, just that she didn't care much how others saw her. "Arty" was how Simone had described her, and I could see why. She often wore second hand clothes that somehow didn't quite match but always looked good. At 160 cm her pants were often too long, but it worked, as did her short dark hair (sometimes streaked with various colours), that she once described as a "lesbian number two." Her figure was fuller than Simone's, but what she had went far beyond her looks. She had sex appeal and a lot of it. It was unconscious on her part but unmistakeable to those who knew her. And so, standing in the shower washing my work away, having received a very welcome head job, the presence of Dani was something that I found myself looking forward to. 

Out of the shower I pulled on a pair of black surf shorts and headed out into the living room. I could hear the sound of the spa and walked via the sliding doors into the covered courtyard that was the centrepiece of our outdoor entertaining area. Simone was in the water, her drink refilled, a fresh one waiting for me on the edge of the spa. Simone's wrap was folded neatly over the back of a chair and she was resting against one of the inbuilt head rests with her eyes closed.

Our spa is partly built into the ground, partly above so that it is not a great effort to step in and out. It can comfortably seat eight, at a squeeze ten. Along the edge closest to the table and chairs was a fibreglass recliner that was padded with water proof vinyl. It had been Simone's addition and a very worthwhile one.

I picked up my drink and announced my presence, 'cheers.'

Simone smiled, raised her own glass in a return toast and we both drank. I stepped over the edge and into the warm swirling waters. Being in the Territory we kept the water barely lukewarm. 

'How you feeling?' she asked.

'Better,' I replied, sitting carefully so as not to spill my drink.

'And with Dani coming?'

'Fine,' I replied, then thinking that I had answered too quickly, added, 'given your promise for later on.'

'Absolutely,' Simone said. Her green eyes sparkled and the pout of her smile indicated that she would fulfil her promise. We discussed our day, each listening to the other debrief, a healthy habit that we had developed to mark the start of our evening together. 

'I'll get it,' Simone said when the doorbell sounded, standing before I could move. I watched appreciatively as her wet bottom, clad in black hipster swimmers, wiggled across the courtyard and disappeared into the house. She reappeared a few moments later carrying a platter of cheeses, fruit and biscuits and followed by Dani. I hadn't seen Dani for over two weeks and wasn't too surprised to see that her hair now contained streaks of a deep purple. She was barefooted and was wearing a badly faded, oversized khaki tee shirt with a frayed neckline and a pair of dark brown cotton pants that matched her top only through its poor condition. 

'Hi,' she said, flashing me a smile. I raised my glass as a greeting. 

'You coming in?' Simone asked as she peeled the cling wrap from the platter and placed it on the table.

'Of course.' I tried not to stare as Dani pulled her tee shirt over her head, revealing her soft stomach to me. She was wearing a dark purple bikini and her C cup breasts flounced a little as the shirt was pulled over them. But only a little as they weren't real. Dani had gone the silicon way a few years ago when she was no longer happy with the effect gravity was having on her. 

Around her waist she wore a delicate gold chain, a gift from Ian. Simone wore a small platinum dolphin with an inset diamond in her navel, a gift from me on the occasion of our previous anniversary. They stood side by side for a moment and I was somewhat humbled at being in the presence of two such lovely women. Then Dani removed her pants, revealing the skimpiest of hipsters that matched her bikini top.

'I like your hair,' I ventured.

'I'm over it,' Dani replied nonchalantly. Simone laughed and turned to face me and I could see the twinkle back in her eye.

'Dani,' she said, 'I'd promised Dave a night of passion and romance before I invited you over.' I was horrified at her words and felt myself blush.

'Have I crashed your party?' Dani asked me, feigning embarrassment.

'No, no...' I tried to counter.

'He thinks you have,' Simone cut in.

'Its okay though, Simone is going to fuck my brains out once you go home,' I retorted in an alcohol fuelled attempt to regain my composure.

'Lucky you,' Dani replied. 'Ian's not due home for another five days, so there's no chance of anyone fucking my brains out.'

'Anyway,' Simone continued as though the exchange hadn't taken place, 'I thought we could provide him with some cheering up. With that she reached behind her and released the tie on her bikini top. Her pert B cup breasts with their thick nipples flounced into view.

'I feel better already,' I murmured appreciatively. I felt even better when Dani removed her top as well and the two women approached the spa.

'Shove over,' Simone ordered and I complied to allow them entry. I had seen Dani's breasts before, not that long after the enhancement. She had been keen as mustard to show them to everyone. 

We lounged in the spa, drinking and occasionally eating from the platter. The women chatted for the most part, with me mostly listening. I was returning from the toilet when once again I saw the gleam in my wife's eye.

'I have a little secret that I'd like to share with you, but you have to promise not to be embarrassed just because Dani's here.'

'Why would I be embarrassed?' I asked.

'Well you might be,' she replied.

'I don't understand.'

'You will once you see,' Simone said in a manner that made nothing clearer at all.

'Okay, I promise not to be embarrassed.' 

Normally I wouldn't have agreed so readily to such request as I can be easily embarrassed by Simone, but my head was buzzing with alcohol, the continued glimpses of glistening flesh and the promise of what was to come in a few hours. With that, Simone stood up and revealed that she had removed her bikini bottoms. It took a moment or two longer for it to register that she had also removed almost all her pubic hair. Water dripped from her labia and ran down her legs and at once I felt a twitch in my groin. Keen to conceal my growing excitement, I placed the drinks down and slipped into the water.

'Well, you might as well be the first man to see mine as well,' Dani said, standing to reveal her naked form as well. She too had undergone the Brazilian and I couldn't help but stare. Her pussy was exceptionally neat, however what captivated me was the small ring and the dangling charm that hung from her clitoris. Simone had told me some months ago that Dani had been pierced there, and now I was fortunate enough to see it.

'Come over and have a closer look,' Simone said. I moved through the turbulent water and found myself face to face with two bald pussies. I reached out and touched Simone, my unbridled lust overcoming any inhibitions I would otherwise have. Her skin was smooth and I could feel every contour, the movement of her lips, the firmness of her clitoris under its hood.

'Do you like it?' Simone sounded a little breathless and I realised that I was probably touching her somewhat firmly.

'Yeah, its so smooth.'

'And mine?' Dani asked. I looked quickly at her pussy, noting that the charm was a unicorn, then looked up and met her eyes.

'Very nice, I'm sure its just as smooth' I said, unsure as to what the correct etiquette was in such a situation. I actually did feel a little embarrassed, but hid it well.

'Do you like the unicorn?' Simone asked, slipping into the water beside me. Without hesitation she reached out and took hold of the small figurine between with her thumb and forefinger, making Dani's clit move forward. Simone had considered getting pierced, but I had talked her out of it, not at all sure it was something that I'd like. But seeing Dani had changed my mind.

'Its pretty cool isn't it?' she said, turning to look at me. She let go then stepped from the spa. 'Back in a second.'

'You can touch it if you like.' Dani's voice had become a little husky and as I dropped my gaze I noticed that her clitoris had swelled a little. Not one to refuse such an offer I reached out and took hold of the unicorn. He was quite heavy for his size and I turned it each way, conscious that as I did, I was pulling on the ring through her clit.

'Doesn't it catch on things?' I asked.

'Only Ian's tongue and cock,' she shot back. 

'And it feels good?'

'Especially when its being pulled.'

I pulled on it again, noting that her pussy was starting to redden. I wanted to clamp my mouth over her and twirl the unicorn with my tongue.

'Okay then,' Simone's voice broke into my fantasy and I released Dani's jewellery and moved back to the other side of the spa. My cock strained against the material of my swimmers. Dani volunteered to replenish our drinks and I watched her naked behind as she walked into the house.

'Enjoying yourself?' Simone asked 

'Uh huh,' I replied. I was feeling rather drunk.

'Do you want to fuck her?'

'Yep.' Simone said nothing but smiled. 'Wouldn't it be fair if you were naked too?' I had no idea what Simone was up to, but pulled my swimmers free and dropped them beside the spa. Dani returned and I tried not to be too obvious as I tried to look at her naked body.

'You know Dave,' Dani said, 'you should get waxed too, it would make you look a lot bigger.'

'Maybe I look big enough already,' I said. My cock was fully erect but hidden under the water.

'Mmmmm,' was all Simone said.

We returned to our drinking with me wondering where the night was headed. Simone's earlier questioning had piqued my imagination, but I was not going to make the first move. Judging by the way events had unfolded so far, some pre-planning had gone into the night. The conversation was flowing again when Dani's phone rang. Unselfconsciously she stepped from the spa and answered it, standing naked before us as she chatted. From the way her face lit up it had to be Ian, though I couldn't hear her voice over the spa.

'I'm going to check the curry,' Simone said and stepped from the water. I watched as she moved past Dani, who stopped her and asked her something. Simone smiled broadly and nodded, then continued inside. Dani walked to the edge of the courtyard and stood looking into the garden. Emboldened I too left the spa and followed Simone into the house. Our kitchen window looked into the courtyard. As I entered the kitchen I was confronted by Simone as she bent down to stir the curry in the oven. My cock ached but I stood back, waiting. Simone slid the curry back into the oven, turned down the heat then stirred the pot of rice.

Turning she saw me standing behind her and her eyes dropped to my cock.

'Want something?'

'You.'

'You'll have to wait.'

'A quickie now...'

'Wait.' Something in her tone held a hidden promise and a threat not to push it. I watched Dani return to the spa.

'Ian's coming over.'

'Oh, I thought he was away.' 

'Apparently he's flying through here with a four hour wait for a connecting flight, so Dani asked if he could come over.'

'That's cool I guess.' I was disappointed that the women would be covering up and that the nude frolicking would be over.

We returned to the spa and a very happy Dani. 

'Guess you'd like to borrow a bedroom for a couple of hours,' I joked.

'Right here will be fine,' Dani replied slapping the recliner. Ten minutes later the doorbell rang and the women leapt out of the spa. I had presumed that they would don their swimmers, but I was surprised, not to mention nonplussed, when they entered the house, nude. I stepped from the spa, my erection having once again subsided and pulled my swimmers back on. I had no desire to greet Ian buck naked.

After a minute or so I was wondering where everyone was and walked inside. At the end of the hallway facing the front door we have a full length mirror so that Simone can give herself a good looking over before we go out. I stopped short, not sure whether to be horrified, indignant or turned on. My wife and our guests were standing just inside the door which was thankfully, closed. Ian's shirt was undone and Dani had just sunk to her knees to unbutton his trousers. Simone stood behind Ian and was pulling his shirt off. Ian made no move to stop either of them and the look on his face was one of delight. 

His boxers followed his trousers to form a crumpled heap around his ankles and I watched as his thin penis rose rapidly to an impressively long length. Dani began to lick the tip, her lips and tongue urging him to full length. As his body responded Simone slid down behind him, dragging her nails down his back and across his buttocks. Dani took the tip of his cock into her mouth and I watched in rapt fascination as her cheeks hollowed and expanded as she began to fellate him. Simone removed his shoes and socks and helped him step from his trousers and boxers remaining kneeling with her breasts pressed against the backs of his knees, her face only centimetres from Dani's ministrations. I fount that I wasn't horrified, couldn't muster indignation and the bulge in my swimmers revealed that I had chosen to be turned on. I heard Ian moan and realised that this was almost a repeat performance of my arrival. I watched as Simone stood up wrapping her arms around Ian's waist and began to push her pubic mound against his buttocks. In doing so she began to guide the thrusts of his cock into Dani's mouth. Dani let her arms drop by her sides so that the only contact between her and Ian was her lips around his cock. Her dark eyes looked up at him as he fucked her mouth and I reached down to squeeze my own cock. Dani's breasts jutted forward from her chest and I thought I could just make out the inflamed lips of her pussy from behind. 




Friday



Ian's body tensed, and sensing his orgasm Simone slid her hands down to his hips and grabbed him tightly. Dani didn't flinch as Ian came in her mouth and I felt a pang of jealousy at his good fortune. I had begun to hope that my cock was going to feel the pleasure of Dani's mouth tonight, but his arrival had dashed any chance. As Ian began to relax, Simone stepped back, delicately stepped past them and walked down the hallway towards me. Looking up she saw my reflection and with a guilty start I walked into the kitchen as though that had been my destination.

'Did you see the show?' she asked, leaning in the doorway.

'Yep,' I replied, fishing a beer from the fridge for Ian.

'Turned on?'

'Still am,' I said. Part of me wanted to be angry with her for participating. Part of me wanted to watch her go down on Ian.

Ian and Dani wandered into the kitchen, both still naked, his cock limp, mer mouth smeared with his come.

'Hi Dave,' he said with a grin and I shook his hand as I handed him a beer. I was suddenly aware that I was the only one dressed.

'Welcome, staying for dinner?'

'Sure,' he said. The others dressed in their swimmers and we ate the curry at the table in the courtyard. Ian told us a bit about his work as a mining company surveyor and his good fortune that this layover had occurred. I had wanted to beg to differ with him on that, but remained silent.

After dinner, Simone and I cleaned up as Dani and Ian entered the spa. I kept glancing through the window as they became hot and heavy with each other. 

'Looks like they might need a bucket of cold water thrown over them soon,' I said.

'Like you did earlier?' I sensed an edge in Simone's voice and looked at her questioningly. 'Well, don't tell me that you weren't hoping to fuck both of us out there until Ian turned up?' I shrugged and looked back outside to see that Dani's bikini top had been removed again.

I bent over the open the dishwasher and Simone began handing me the dishes which I stacked neatly. When I stood up Simone was staring out the window, and following her gaze I witnessed Dani sitting on the edge of the spa, nude, with Ian between her legs. I don't know whether she had positioned herself deliberately to maximise our viewing pleasure, but we could clearly see his mouth pressed against her pussy. Dani's eyes were half closed as she enjoyed his ministrations and I could see the muscles in his jaw as his tongue worked on her. Ian pulled his mouth back and we watched as his tongue flicked across her clit, manipulating the little silver ring and unicorn. Dani's hips gyrated.

I could see that Simone was getting into this voyeurism and took the opportunity to stand behind her and release the tie of her bikini top. She shrugged it off without looking away from our guests so I stood close, reached around and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were rock hard points, as thick as my little finger. Simone tilted her head back towards me a little and I let one hand wander down across her stomach to cup her sex through her bikini bottoms. She pushed against my finger and we stood there, watching as Ian brought Dani to a climax. As Dani grabbed Ian's hair and pulled his mouth against her, I rolled Simone's bikini bottoms down her legs then slipped two fingers inside her from behind. Simone gasped and thrust against me, turning to meet my eyes as Dani leant forward towards Ian, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss. 

'Fuck that was hot,' Simone whispered as though afraid that they could hear us.

'Mmm,' I agreed, sliding my fingers slowly in and out of her very wet pussy. With my free hand I worked my swimmers down to my knees, then let them fall and stepped free of them. In the spa, Ian had moved between Dani's legs and we watched as his cock disappeared inside her pussy. Dani's hands gripped his shoulder blades and they began to fuck with hard rhythmic strokes. I moved behind Simone, fully intending to enter her while she leant against the sink.

'No!' she gasped.

'C'mon,' I pleaded.

'Out there,' she indicated the spa with a toss of her head. Her dark hair fell across her face and gave her a slightly slutty look. Taking her hand I led her out of the house and across the courtyard. Dani watched us, her body rocking as Ian slammed into her. His head was over her shoulder and as a result he didn't see us approach. Simone pushed me aside, stood next to the other couple and put her hands on Ian's back, turned to me and said loudly, 'fuck me.' Ian looked up at her touch, his eyes glazed with the lust of a man who hadn't had sex for some time. Again I stepped behind Simone, but this time my eyes were locked on Dani as I slipped my aching erection into my wife. The entry was easy as Simone was very wet. My sexual pleasure was accompanied by a sensation that was almost relief at finally being where I wanted. Adding to the stimulation along my shaft at each thrust, I was also enjoying the pleasure of watching Dani being fucked by Ian. 

Ian had leaned back and to watch us and in doing so revealed the full glory of his union with Dani right below Simone's face. Simone had dropped her gaze to watch his long cock sliding in and out of Dani's pussy as her hair swayed back and forth in time with each of my thrusts. I gripped Simone's hips as I slid into her, fighting against my lust not to just slam as fast as I could into her. 

Simone lifted her face towards Ian and he leaned towards her, their mouths meeting in an open mouthed, passionate kiss. Apart from the scene at the door during his arrival it was the first real contact between other than our partners. I felt an electrified tingle race through my body as I fucked my wife and she kissed another man. Then Dani reached forward and under Simone and caressed her breast. I nearly came then and there. Her fingers manipulated Simone's rock hard nipple and I could sense through my wife's pussy that she was almost ready to come. The new tongue in her mouth, me in her pussy and a third person fingering her nipple brought her to a sudden and sharp crescendo. Her body tensed and her hips gyrated downwards as though she was trying to force me from her. I hung on to her hips and continued to thrust in and out, using my shaft to stimulate her clit.

Simone let out a strangled cry as she came, hanging on to Ian as though to avoid falling into the spa. Finally she relaxed and I slowed to a languid rhythm. Dani removed herself from Ian, dragged him onto the recliner and pushed him onto his back. His cock pointed rigidly upwards and she gave it a few short hard strokes with her hand before turning back to Simone and I. 

Dani moved next to me, put one hand on Simone's buttock and the other on my abdomen and pushed us apart. My cock slipped from its hidey hole and sprung upwards and at once Dani grabbed it as though her hand could silence any protest I may have intended. I remained silent as she sensuously stroked me, using Simone's juices as lubricant. Without a word she released me and led Simone to Ian, urging her to mount him. At no stage did Simone look back or ask me permission for what she was about to do. I felt a stab of jealousy as I watched her slowly lower herself onto another man's cock, a cock longer than mine, a cock as eager as mine to be in her pussy. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was enjoying impaling herself on Ian, the way her head tilted back as he penetrated deeper. But I said nothing. I kept my expression neutral. Because I knew that I was about to fuck Dani and at that moment in time, that was more important than my wife seeking permission to fuck Ian.

With a kiss on Ian's lips, Dani turned to me, offering me a wide smile. I tried to smile back but my heart was thumping at a million miles an hour. I hadn't had sex with a woman other than Simone for eight years, and of all the women to break that record Dani pretty much topped my fantasy list. 

Our bodies pressed together and her tongue invaded my mouth with far more force than Simone used. Her breasts, silicon enhanced, pressed very firmly against my chest and I eagerly explored them with my hands. They were much harder than I had expected, though I liked the feeling of the taut skin. Her nipples were rock hard and I had heard that women with silicon enhancements had little feeling in them. I licked them prodigiously anyway, wanting to explore every part of this woman's body.

'I think I should suck your cock first,' Dani whispered in my ear. Without waiting for a reply she dropped to her knees and slid my entire length into her mouth. Given Ian's length I felt a little embarrassed at my shortness, but savoured the fact that Dani was able to work my entire length with ease. Her tongue never stopped roving across my shaft and tip, while her fingers matched her mouth with firm strokes. I ran my hands through her short spiky hair, cupped her cheeks, stroked her back and thrust gently into her mouth. I glanced up to see Simone looking in my direction, still riding Ian wantonly, her gaze one of unfulfilled lust. She was enjoying the spectacle and the thought almost sent me over the edge.

Dani suddenly stood, no doubt sensing my impending climax. Taking me by the cock she led me to Simone and Ian and I followed willingly. I had managed to steal a glance at the clock in the kitchen and calculated that Ian only had ten to fifteen minutes before he needed to leave. The thought crossed my mind that Dani may leave with him, so I was eager to fuck her before that time arrived. I tried to turn her back to me, to take her from behind, but she twisted from my grasp and instead pushed me towards a chair. I sat, thinking that she was going to sit on my lap, but instead she straddled Ian's face, lowering herself onto his tongue and lips. 'Watch and enjoy,' she said to me and resting her weight on his chest began to gyrate against his mouth. Simone leaned forward and her mouth was met by Dani's. Instinctively I reached down and stroked my cock as one of my favourite fantasies was fulfilled. I could see Dani's tongue flicking into Simone's mouth, my wife's hair cascading down onto her shoulder as she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. My cock and balls were starting to ache now and I wondered if I should make myself come and then let Dani get me hard again. It had been a while since I had come three times in one night, but I doubted that I would have any problem under the circumstances.

In the end, Ian solved the problem by coming first. His back arched, but before he could climax Dani had dragged Simone from him, made him sit up and then they both knelt before him, their faces pressed together. I was side on and watched as Ian pulled his cock with long hard strokes, noting that he pressed down hard on the head with each movement. With a roar he came, directing the first spray of come onto Simone's upturned face, the second onto Dani and so on. He came so prodigiously that I thought I was watching a porn film. 

When he was spent his fingers were a mess of sticky come. Dani reached out and pulled his hand to her mouth where she began to lick each finger clean one by one, her eyes never leaving his. To my surprise, Simone leant forward and licked his pinky clean and I was fairly certain that Ian's cock twitched in reaction. It hung like a thin pork sausage between his legs, still quite long even in rest.

When they were finished, they walked into the house together. I wanted to follow, to find out if Dani was coming back, but instead slipped into the spa. Within ten minutes Dani and Simone, nude, returned and my heart skipped a beat. Ian had gone and had asked Dani to pass on his regards. I wondered if after his release onto the face of my wife if he had found himself unable to look me in the eye.

'Did he enjoy himself?' I asked Dani facetiously.

'Especially coming over our faces, a favourite fantasy of his,' Dani replied with well feigned nonchalance. She slid across the spa and sat sideways on my lap. Simone sat on the edge of the spa, her feet in the water, spread her legs and began to play with herself.

'Let's fuck,' Dani said. I pushed her to the edge of the spa so that she sat next to Simone. Parting her legs I knelt on one of the small seats that edged the spa, rotated my hips forward and guided my knob to the entrance of her pussy. I paused, the tip barely touching her. I looked from Dani to Simone then back again, before sliding inside. She was nowhere nearly as tight as Simone, but the heat that engulfed me within her was tremendous. I thrust into her so that our bodies slapped together, pulled all the way out then re-entered her. Dani rested her weight with her hands behind her, thrusting her chest outwards. I licked and bit her nipples and was rewarded when I felt her cunt's first contraction. I reached up, grabbed what I could of her hair and pulled her head back so that her face looked upwards. Simone moaned and I smiled at her knowing that she loved a bit of rough sex sometimes.

Dani gasped and I felt her come, her pussy contracting around me. I remained buried to the hilt in her until she had finished, then pulled out and stood up.

'Go down on Simone.' I had no idea whether either of these women would do anything more than kiss and touch, but Simone immediately spun through ninety degrees to present her pussy to her friend and Dani knelt between her thighs. I watched as Dani's pretty mouth pressed against my wife's pussy, her tongue probing into her, caressing her clit and sucking her labia. I moved behind Dani wanting to taste her as well. I ran my tongue across her swollen pussy, formed the tip of my tongue into as fine a point as I could and pressed it through the small silver ring and flicked her clit. Judging by the way she squirmed I assumed that she liked it and I continued to manipulate the ring, sometimes stopping to suck it and the unicorn into my mouth. Simone came with a yelp and almost at once I felt Dani's pussy contract against my tongue. I sucked on the unicorn until she pulled away and sat up. 

'Stop for fuck's sake,' she gasped. 

'Not yet,' I said, 'go lie on the bench seat.' 

Dani hesitated then complied. 'On your back,' I added, then took Simone's hand and pulled her into the water and into my embrace. We kissed in a slow and passionate exchange.

'Have we finished?' I asked. 

'Not until you've come,' she replied and I could still see the glint in her eyes. I led her to Dani and made her lie on top, spreading both their legs so that I was presented with two bald, reddened, wet pussies.

I entered Simone first, marvelling that she was still tight, but very wet. Three strokes, then I bent my knees and entered Dani. I alternated between the two women, savouring their difference. I gripped Simone's hips, feeling her smooth skin under my hands as my shaft plunged repeatedly into their smooth pussies. Leaning slightly to the side I watched as Simone's pert breasts brushed against Dani's firmness, watched her hair cascading down onto Dani and most of all I watched as they kissed each other. It heightened my ecstasy further. Finally I could feel the moment I had been building to all night nearing. I timed it so that the final rush, that moment when it feels as though your balls try to retract into your body, was while I was inside Dani. Then I switched to Simone, plunging as deep as I could and gripping her waist as I exploded with a yell. I held on tightly as Simone thrust back against me, her head turned to watch the expression of my orgasm on my face. My climax felt as if a fire started in the base of my cock, raced through it and into Simone, then spread through my body. 

When it was over I half staggered backwards and sat down heavily in the spa. Simone and Dani separated and each sat on one side of me. Simone kissed me as Dani leaned her head on my shoulder.

'Wow,' I murmured my voice barely audible above the spa. My wife smiled at me.

'So did I make up for crashing your party?' Dani asked.

'I think so,' I replied, turning to look at her. She tilted her face upwards and I kissed her, lingering for just a moment. Then she stood, left the spa and was gone.

'So was it as good as your fantasy?' Simone asked later once we were in bed.

'Maybe better,' I said.

'Do you want to have sex with Dani again?'

'Why, is it on offer?'

'I don't know, I think she enjoyed herself.'

'What about you?' I asked.

'Very much so.'

'Was Ian a good fuck?' 

'Good enough,' Simone replied, ignoring the slight hint of jealousy in my tone.

'I don't think I do,' I said after a moment's reflection. 'But I won't rule it out either.' 

Simone rolled over and lay on top of me. 

'So, how do you want me?'

'In my arms, I think,' I said. She slid to my side and within minutes we were asleep. 



Friday



It was about 5:30 on Friday afternoon. The staff had gone and I was locking up the office. Instead of going to the carpark, I walked out the front door and up the road to the motel where local businesspeople gather at the bar after work. 

I didn't see anyone I knew but I sat on a stool by the bar and ordered a beer anyway. As I savoured the first sip, my eyes wandered around the room and stopped when they focused on a very attractive brunette sitting alone at a table. 

I have to admit I was staring and felt awkward when she looked up and saw me. I thought I saw the smallest of smiles as she diverted her gaze... Much as I tried, I couldn't stop looking at her and after a few minutes, her eyes again caught mine and I did see a smile. 

I raised my glass to her and my gesture was returned.

The dilemma - should I take it further - or not?

I ordered another beer and took it to her table; a simple "Hi, can I join you?" got a positive response, so I pulled out a chair and sat down.

"Darren"

"Rachael" 

"What are you drinking - can I get you another?" I asked

"Soda water, and yes."

I called the waiter over and ordered. "Haven't seen you here before" (A great opening I thought afterwards.)

"No, I'm from Interstate and I'm here on business."

"On Friday night; why didn't you go home?"

"I'm seeing friends tomorrow; they live a couple of hours out of town." 

"Why not go there tonight then?" 

"Don't like driving at night, especially in a hired car" she replied, "So I decided to stay here and leave early in the morning."

"Sounds reasonable! So, what brought you to Brisbane?"

"I'm in the IT game and I had to do some training at a new client site just around the corner; I've been here since Wednesday."

"You travel a lot with your job I guess."

"Yes, too much I think! I'm away every two or three weeks."

"Bet your husband hates that."

"He did but we're not together any more."

Interesting... I didn't ask what happened.

"That's sad. You got kids?"

"One; Jack, he's 7. His grandmother is staying at my place looking after him. I must admit I feel guilty being here tomorrow but I haven't seen my friends for two years so I wasn't going to miss the opportunity to catch up. Enough of me, what about you; what are you doing here?"

"I'm an engineer. My office is two minutes walk away - this is my local watering hole. There's generally a couple of people I know here on Friday and it's nice just to catch up."

The conversation continued and after 10 minutes the waiter came over and asked if we were dining. 

"Why not?" Rachael replied. "You want to eat, too, Darren?"

What the hell; nothing ventured nothing gained. This may go somewhere; she was hot!

We ordered food and a bottle of red wine.

I asked Rachael about her ex. It was like I opened the flood gates; I was stunned at the story.

"Max was selfish. A typical Corporate type, long hours, always working. I went back to work when Jack started school. Glad I did not because what was 9-3 is not full-time. Mum helps out a lot. He'd get home from work, drink a few wines and disappear into his study. I would put Jack to bed, poke my head around the corner and try to get him to show some interest in me but it was a waste of time.

"I'd sit watching TV or talking to friends on the phone and go to bed longing for him to come, but he didn't. All I wanted was for him to take time and fuck me. It could have been a quickie against the door, I didn't care but it never happened.

"I'm a horny bitch; I wanted sex but it rarely happened. I'd end up masturbating and going to sleep on my own. The only time he was interested was Saturday night so I'd devour him!" "I bet he loved that..."

"Surprisingly, no. He said I was oversexed. Then I found he was visiting porn sites and getting his rocks off to gay videos. I kicked him out. Been on my own for three years now."

Here's a real chance... me on my won, solo her, on her own for three years... 

We finished the meal and the wine. I wondered what would happen next.

"Darren, do you think I'm attractive?"

Is the Pope Catholic?

God, she was gorgeous. Probably 35, hazel eyes, shoulder length brown hair, nice tits and the view from the back when she went to the powder room showed a tight butt. Attractive? I'd crawl across cut glass to see her panties!

"Sure; you look terrific! Why do you ask?"

"It's been a while since I've felt attracted to a guy. I wondered if..."

If what? If I'd like to fuck her. Was she going to ask?

"...you'd like to come back to my room?"

"I'll get the meal, what room is it?"

"23. See you in a few minutes."

Shortly afterwards I was knocking on her door. When it opened I could see that Rachael had taken off her jacket and shoes, brushed her hair and done her lipstick. The lipstick didn't last because within seconds our lips met.

At first it was soft; we were gentle, exploring, that tentative first kiss as beautiful as ever. Her hands wrapped around me, mine around her and we pushed our bodies against each other.

Soft became anxious; breathless, deep and passionate with tongues darting in and out. Her tits felt wonderful against my chest and her legs parted. With my left leg pushed between them I felt the warmth of her pussy through her skirt. 

My hands reached her butt and I pulled her tighter towards me. She took my jacket off and undid my belt. I kicked off my shoes and undid her blouse. Her tits were firm and pushing outwards through her lacy bra.

The kisses got harder and my tongue was being sucked out of my mouth. My pants were on the floor and my shirt undone as she pushed me down to the bed. My erection was straining the fabric of my briefs and it got bigger and harder as I watched her seductively remove the bra. 

Slowly she undid the skirt zip, sliding it over her hips as it went down. It fell to the floor revealing tiny lacy panties.

"They're soaking wet Darren and have been for hours. Want to taste them?"

She took them off and threw them to me. I put them to my face and inhaled.

"You like?" She stroked her naked, almost hairless pussy and licked her fingers. 

"Let's see what you got" she said, lying down beside me. I swear I grew an inch as her hands touched my dick. Naked now with her hands on me, her mouth descended to my groin and took me in. 

Her hands massaged my engorged balls and I thought of empty Coke cans in an attempt not to spurt everywhere. 

All too soon she stopped, moved up the bed and put her pussy to my lips. 

Literally sitting on my face, I thrust my tongue into that sopping wet red gash between her thighs. I drank from her cunt, gasping for breath as if drowning. The more I drank, the more she pushed down on me. My fingers worked her clit, her hands worked her tits and I felt her heartbeat rising and heard her breathing speeding.

"Christ that's good, don't stop, don't stop, gawd I love it"

As if I was going to stop; the hottest woman is sitting on my mouth, her juices pouring all over my face. The ultimate display of feminine trust - the ultimate invasion of female privacy and it's me doing it. I wasn't stopping for anything. 

Suddenly she came. It was a scream - loud, long and enough to wake the entire motel.

Bathed in sweat she rolled onto her back, grabbed my cock and jammed it into her. 

"Cum you bastard, ravish my slot, fuck me deep. Now. Harder, deeper, do it, soak me with spunk."

Did I cum. Hours of tension released, millions of sperm swimming up her pussy, seeking their own heaven. I'd found mine, I didn't want to pull out.

We kissed again, this time it was love. Nibbles, bites, tongues flirting like never before until we fell asleep. 

The next thing I knew it was 3am and I woke to see Rachael's face three inches from mine. A soft smile warmed my heart and a warm hand stroked my cock. I let her mount me and again reached my heaven. She raised herself up and down, dangling her hair on my face, slow breaths cooling me. 

"Just cum when you're ready, this is for you."

As I came, she pulled off me and lowered herself to my mouth and let my cream drip onto my lips. Then she licked it off, rolled over and went back to sleep. I watched this amazing creature until I slept, too.

Around 7 I woke again, this time I felt slow movements under the sheet. Rachael was masturbating. 

"Hi, wanna watch?"

I sure did and positioned myself a few inches from her pussy. It was amazing. Seeing her fingers pull her lips apart, watching as her fingers deftly flipped her clit, entered her pussy and flirted with her arse. 

The confidence she exuded was beyond anything I'd seen with any woman before. She reached her climax and a huge puddle formed on the bed. "Your turn, I want to see you do it now!"

Every inch of me focused on my cock. I moistened my fingers with her juice and slowly stroked myself. I cupped my balls, fingered my arse; all the things I did when alone.

"Beautiful, beautiful, wish I could film it for later" she whispered. "Go on, I want to watch you spurt." 

I found myself growing even harder. The strokes became more serious, my right middle finger was way up my arse and I strained my hips apart. Here it was... I burst open and a stream of warm, white fluid towered above my stomach. I'd never come like that before. Exhausted, I almost fainted. Rachael licked every drop off me. It was fantastic.

"Time for the real world" she sighed. "Got to shower."

I watched this goddess slowly and calmly walk to the bathroom and return shortly afterwards to dress. This time, black panties and bra, a red T-shirt and jeans. I showered as she made up and we went for breakfast.

Not much was said; the emotional tension was enough. We knew it was over. I walked her back to the room, we kissed goodbye and I walked back to my office.

40 minutes later I was home with a coffee and the newspaper.

A car pulled into the driveway. My wife came inside. 

"Hi Darren" she said as we kissed.

"Paul!" I replied with a grin.

"Hi Rachael!"

A satisfied smile crossed her face.

"Jenny."

"Yes I know; she was a great fuck and what a story she told"

"What are you going to do next month when it's your turn to dominate? It had better be good."

She wandered off into the bedroom. I followed, closed the door behind me, dropped her jeans and panties to the floor and fucked her again.

God I love this woman...



Friday



The bar was busy, waitresses moving around with drinks and snacks, the hum of beginning-of-the-weekend chat a constant buzz, a jukebox playing country music just loud enough to hear, not so loud that anyone needed to raise their voice to talk. They'd been lucky, a booth being vacated just as they'd walked in, and they'd taken it gratefully. Drinks ordered, first sips taken, they'd sat back, relaxing, letting the stresses of the workplace slip away. Jenny tilted her head and gazed at her.

"What?" said Tess.

"You've been twitchy all day," said Jenny.

Tess shrugged. "It's Friday night and I want to get laid," she said, frustration clear in her tone. "It's been too damned long."

Jenny grinned and turned to Bill. "Told you," she said.

Bill grinned too. "Any special guy in mind?" he said.

Tess laughed. "Someone like you," she said, winking at Jenny, who mock-scowled at her friend, reaching out and squeezing her husband's hand.

Bill smiled. "Someone like me, huh? You realize, Tess, there is no-one like me?"

"So Jenny tells me," said Tess. "Bill, I haven't had even lousy sex since I caught my ex with his secretary. That's almost two years!"

Bill whistled. "Long time, Tess. I'd help you, but Jenny would kill me."

"Too true, buddy," said Jenny. She looked at Tess. "Why so long?"

Tess shrugged. "Scared, I think. Not of sex, fuck no, but of getting hurt again that way. I think I'm ready again."

Jenny nodded, glancing at her husband. Bill was sitting opposite Tess, next to Jenny, and from where he sat could see the bar. He'd glanced across, and then looked again. Something - someone - had caught his attention. He turned his attention back to Tess, smiling. "I have an idea," he said.

Jenny whooped. "Wow! Bill's had an idea!"

"Hush, woman," said her husband. "Tess, at the moment we're a couple plus a friend. No problem there, you are a friend and we'd like to help. I don't promise anything, but my friend Dave has just come in. I happen to know he's not attached at the moment. Shall I call him over?"

"Which one is he?" said Tess, glancing over her shoulder towards the bar.

"At the bar, towards the left. Check shirt, blue jeans?"

Tess looked again, and there was a guy at the bar who looked like a cross between Brad Pitt and Colin Farrell. "That's Dave?" she said. She gave a mental shrug. However briefly, at least they'd be two couples and she wouldn't feel like a spare part. She took a deep breath. "Yeah, call him over."

"Excuse me, ladies," said Bill and made his way towards the bar.

"I've met Dave before," said Jenny. "Nice guy. I think you'll like him."

Tess gave her friend a twisted grin. "I'm getting to the state I'd settle for my dildo, again, but what I want, what I really want, is a good, hard, warm prick, with a decent guy on the other end who knows how to use it!"

Jenny laughed, and indicated with her eyes. "He's coming over."

Bill was leading his friend across, and Tess turned. "Dave," said Bill, "you know Jenny." "Hi, again, Jenny," said Dave, and then turned to Tess, a pleasant smile on his face.

"And this is Tess," said Bill.

"Hi, Tess," said Dave, and she found yourself looking into a pair of bright, blue eyes, set in a tanned, weather beaten face. Sandy-brown hair, tousled, and Tess felt her pussy pulse. Whoa! Down, girl! Don't rape him at the table.

"Hi, Dave," she managed to say as he sat beside her in the booth. "Good to meet you."

"Good to meet you, too." He indicated Bill. "How'd you come to know this reprobate?"

Tess laughed. "Only through Jenny. She said she's got him house trained, and it was safe to come out for a beer with them, so here I am."

"Good," said Dave. "You guys are almost empty. Let me get some more beers." He turned and signaled to the waitress, and Tess let herself relax. At least she'd have pleasant company tonight.

And he was, very pleasant company. Not much for small talk but they found enough common areas of interest for them both to enjoy the evening. Almost too soon, it was time to leave. She'd come with Bill and Jenny, but Dave touched her arm.

"Can I give you a ride home, Tess?" he said.

Jenny overheard and grinned. "Go on, Tess. Bill and I have plans that don't include you!"

"Thanks for nothing," Tess retorted, laughing, and turned to Dave. "Yes, please."

"Great," said Dave, and pointed. "I'm parked over there." 

'Over there', Tess saw a beat-up pick-up parked, and smiled to herself, but when they got across the street, Dave moved to the vehicle parked behind the pick-up, a Jaguar convertible. Tess stared at it, then at Dave.

"I'm impressed," she said.

"It's just a car," he said, laughing.

"Yeah, right," said Tess, and let him help her in.

"Where to?" he said, as he started the engine.

She took a chance, and a deep breath. "Somewhere there's a bed," she said, turning to look at him.

"What kind of bed?" He wasn't surprised, Tess realized. In fact, he looked pleased, and maybe, just maybe, a little excited.

"Big enough for two," she said.

"You and me?"

"There's someone else here, maybe?" Tess laughed, then nodded. "You and me, yes."

"Your place?"

Tess shook her head, making a face. "Nosy neighbors."

Dave laughed. "Okay, my place, then." He put the car into gear and they were away. It was a quiet ride, Dave concentrating on the road, but the silence suited Tess, who had begun to wonder if she was doing the right thing. After fifteen minutes or so, they arrived at their destination. It was a cabin, more or less, big, single-story. Dave triggered the remote on the two-car garage and the door opened. There was a Jeep inside, and a couple of motorcycles, space for the Jaguar. He drove straight in, shut off the engine, and turned to her. "Last chance to change your mind, Tess. You say no now, and I'll drive you home, but I hope you don't. I didn't want to say anything in front of Bill and Jenny, but I guess I wanted you the moment I saw you."

Tess reached out and touched his arm, shaking her head. "I'm not changing my mind, Dave. I told Bill and Jenny I wanted to get laid, and I do. I just hope you don't think I'm too much of a slut for saying it." She laughed, short, dry, a little brittle, even, and shook her head again. "Dave, I enjoy good sex, I always have, since I was seventeen, and I haven't had even bad sex for two years!"

"Oh, dear," said Dave, laughing. "Long time!" He reached out and squeezed her fingers, his hand warm, rough, and her nipples hardened as she imagined his touch on her skin. "No, Tess, I don't think you're a slut. I just think you're honest. Come on, we'll have a drink and get to know each other a little more." 

He helped her out of the car and led her into the house, switching on lights as he went. Inside it was understated, honey-toned wood and soft cream paint, bright rugs, big leather sofa, a couple of armchairs. No TV, she noticed, but there was a hi-fi with what she recognized as top quality speakers. Dave switched it on and turned to her.

"Any particular choice in music?" he said.

"Something to suit the moment."

"See if you like this, then," he said, putting a CD in the player. A moment later she heard the opening bars of Madeleine Peyroux's 'Dance me to the end of love.' She smiled and settled back on the sofa. Just right!

"Drink, Tess?" said Dave. "Scotch? Bourbon? Martini?"

"Bourbon on the rocks?"

"Coming up." It was a big one, and she knew that by the time she'd finished it she would have a buzz on. And that felt just right, too. Dave sat down beside her and for a few minutes the two of them sat, just enjoying Peyroux's smoky tones. Tess was half way through her bourbon when she turned to Dave just as he turned towards her. She paused, staring into his eyes, and opened her mouth to speak, but Dave smiled and put his finger across her lips. Almost unconsciously, she kissed his finger and leaned towards him. He met her halfway and in a moment the two of them were lost in a scorching kiss, a kiss of promise, of desire, a kiss of want.

His left arm was around her shoulder, his right on her hip, and she lifted the hand on her hip, twisting slightly to lodge her left breast into his cupped hand. He squeezed, gentle, and she felt a moan trickle into the kiss, startled as he broke it, freeing her breast.

"I want you," he said, smiling into her eyes.

"So, have me."

"Here?"

"Why not?" She stood, unbuttoning her dress, letting it slide to her feet. She wasn't wearing hose in the summer warmth, so bra and panties were all she had on, apart from her shoes, and in a moment it was just panties as she stepped out of her shoes and discarded her bra. Dave's look was frankly admiring and he applauded as she skinned her panties down her legs and struck a pose.

"You're beautiful," he said, reaching out to cup her breast, his calloused thumb rubbing over the nipple, the reality of his touch on her bare flesh even nicer than her earlier imagining.

"Thanks, honey. You now." He grinned and stood, loosening his checked shirt and pulling it over his head. Broad, well-muscled chest, only a trace of hair. A scar on his chest caught her eye and she raised her eyebrows in query. He smiled, bending to pull off his loafers.

"A guy trying to rob a liquor store in Frisco. I lived. He didn't."

"You were a cop?"

"Yeah, I was, but we weren't talking about me, we were going to do something else, maybe."

She grinned. "Like fuck?"

"Yeah, like fuck," he said, grinning back at her. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them off. She was momentarily surprised to see that he didn't wear undershorts, but surprise was quickly replaced by appreciation as his half-erect prick was revealed. Even half-erect he was bigger than her unlamented ex, and her steadily moistening pussy pulsed in anticipation. Naked, he reached for her and she moved back into his arms for another scorching kiss. Long moments later, she broke the kiss, pushing at him gently so that he sat back on the sofa. She pushed his knees apart and knelt between them, reaching for his prick. It was hard by now, very hard, and she could barely get her hand around it. She wondered idly how she would get it into her, but she knew that she was going to have one hell of a good try!

He was hard, he was hot and for a moment she just admired his hard weapon, running her thumb gently over the velvety top, the veins ridging his hardness below the purple crown. She leaned forward and laid a butterfly kiss on the head, looking slantways up at him. He was smiling and his hand came out to ruffle her hair. Her lips parted and she took him into her mouth. She could only just manage, and she let him slide into her mouth, then lifted her head again, wetting him, letting her tongue weave a lazy pattern.

Once, twice, three times her head dipped, but she wanted him inside her, and she stood, moving forward to kneel astride him, lowering her pussy, her soaking pussy, to cover his hardness. A wiggle, and he was in, and she paused for a moment with him just inside her, anticipating, but it felt good, right.

"Feel good?" he said, his voice a caress.

"Fuck, yes!" she said, and let herself slide down him, until the lack of lubrication stopped her. She lifted, until he was almost out, then down again, further this time, but she had to do it another three times before she felt her ass touch his thighs. She stopped, relishing the feeling of having him in her, thrilling to the way he filled her, more full than she had ever been before, and she could feel the wonder on her face.

"Still feel good?" he said, a laugh in his voice now.

She smiled and nodded, squeezing down on him. He grinned and flexed his prick and she giggled, then bent forward quickly to kiss him. "Enjoy this, because I will," she said, and began to move, almost hating the feeling of loss as she lifted, relishing being filled again as she came down on him.

It had been two years since she'd had a real, live prick in her pussy and she was loving the sensations that Dave was bringing back into her life. She blew him a kiss as his hands came up to cup her breasts, warm, calloused, rough against her skin, welcome additions to her sensations catalog. He bent forward and took a nipple into his mouth, suckling gently for a moment, then letting her feel his teeth. She shuddered and he turned it back into a kiss, then moved to the other one, kissing, biting softly, oh, so softly, then kissing, suckling, again.

It had been two long years since her last male-induced orgasm, but she knew that this one was not going to be long in coming. Her movements quickened, and she angled herself to induce maximum sensation, feeling her breathing quicken, an almost-moan escaping from her throat as she moved. She was getting steadily wetter, and she could hear him moving in her wetness, she could smell herself, could smell his male musk, and she let the sensations build in her, taking herself closer and closer to climax, until with a tight, strangled cry, she felt her belly ripple and her pussy contracted in spasm, milking at him, as the sensations took her and lifted her into oblivion.

Long moments later, awareness returned and she realized with a shock of pure desire that he was still hard, hot, deep inside her. She managed, with an effort, to open her eyes and look into his.

"Wow," he said, a soft, crooked smile on his face, in his eyes.

She managed a smile, almost embarrassed at the intensity of her climax, realizing that Dave still hadn't come, but she had no time to wonder what he'd do, as he lifted her off him, and she felt suddenly empty. "Kneel on the sofa, sweetheart," he said. "I think you're tall enough."

Tall enough, she wondered. "Tall enough for what?" she said, as she knelt on the sofa, lightly gripping the back.

"For this," he said, and she felt his prick probing for her opening. With a smile she reached under and guided him into her, closing her eyes, a hiss of pleasure squeezing from her mouth as he filled her again. For a moment, he just stayed still, and she relished the feeling of fullness, and then he began to move, pulling back, pushing forward. The movement was smooth and rhythmic and she gave herself over to the enjoyment. Dave was getting deep this way and she was loving it, wet around him, stifling a giggle as the noise built.

"It feels good, Dave," she managed to say as he pushed into her.

"Better than good, Tess, love," he murmured, "Better than good." Never missing a beat.

She could hear Dave's breathing deepening, and feel his movements quicken. It was only a few short minutes since her own climax, but the moment had her and she could feel the sensations building again, her breathing quickening to match his, the two of them almost panting. she was closer now, ever closer and Dave's hand came round, onto her stomach, moving gently down to her clit, a gentle touch on her sensitivity, but gentle is all it took, and she felt her pussy clutch at him again, just as his movements quickened and his own climax made him shudder in her pussy, driving into her as the two of them collapsed forwards onto the sofa, Dave still buried deep inside her.

It was long moments later before she felt him move. He'd softened, but she still felt as if a huge soft plug was being pulled from her core and her pussy clutched at nothing as he pulled free. Startled, she felt him pick her up. Cradled in his arms, she smiled up at his happy grin.

"That was truly something else, Tess, something special," he said, "and I would very much like to do it again. How 'bout you?"

"Yes, yes and then, yes," she said, stretching up to kiss him.

"Shower, then bed?" he said.

"Sounds good."

"When do you have to be anywhere else?"

"Monday," she said, wondering, hoping. "Back to work, but I'll need fresh clothes before then."

"We'll get them in the morning," he said. "Stay with me until Monday?"

A vast content came over her. "Yes, please," she said, then, "Dave?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"You want any during the night, just wake me, huh?"

I thought it was time I submitted another story. Apologies for the lack of output of late, but sometimes Life gets in the way. Feedback is welcome, as always, and a vote wouldn't hurt, either. Go on, it's only a mouse click!



Friday



I dropped the towel I'd used to dry my hair to the balcony floor, opened a beer and sat back inhaling the salty evening breeze. A vacation was long overdue, or at least so I'd been told, but there was that old restless resentment bunched up in a corner of my mind, just waiting for me to relax to swallow me up.

"Fuck off," I muttered at it.

I've never been to the seaside before. The hotel room was a little pricey but as of late, I could afford it and it overlooked a beautiful sandy beach close enough to spit on. I was determined to enjoy it if it killed me. Maybe that little towel girl would do. She sure blushed like someone having a lot of naughty thoughts. She knocked at the door every day around noon and if I opened shirtless, her eyes widened and she'd almost whisper, "Clean bathroom? Towels?" At least I think that was what she was trying to say. Five star hotel and not even the concierge could manage more than three words of any foreign language. I guessed when they hired her they thought she'd do well enough with body language only—and she did.

Shadows grew longer across the sand dunes but it wasn't until the light came on in the room to my right that I realized I'd just been sitting there for over an hour. I had to throw on some clothes or I was going to miss the dinner hours. My neighbor for the past couple of days, a willowy blonde with chocolate brown eyes, about a decade older than me, came out of her room and leaned against the railing, unaware of me in the dark. Light from behind her treated me to a supreme view of her well-sculpted ass in a leather mini skirt. The cream-colored angora sweater didn't seem to match the skirt, not until she turned; the fact that the thing was two sizes too big for her and hanging so low on one shoulder it looked like it was about to slide off to the floor made the combination seem more harmonious. More slutty too. The low V-neckline drew my eyes. Mmmm. I might miss the dinner after all. The view had certainly improved.

I took a swig of beer and she gave a start, her hand flying to her chest, but then she laughed.

"Oh. I hadn't seen you there."

"Mmmhhmm."

During the past few days, we'd exchanged a couple of nods and polite questions about the temperature of the sea and location of the gym. That was it. She had mischief in her eyes and a nice throaty laugh that tickled a man's spine, but she also had a ring on her hand and a husband. Even I drew a line there. She had no business eyeing me as she was.

"I love your evening attire," she said. My evening attire consisted of a single towel wrapped around my hips, if you didn't count the one on the floor.

"Hate Fridays," I muttered. "Didn't feel like getting dressed."

She looked at me for two more seconds, but my mood had registered and she turned away, leaning on the railing again. Between us and the bay couple of flags fluttered cheerfully. The wind occasionally brought sounds of music and laughter; at the other end of the hotel, someone was having fun. I do hate Fridays.

My neighbor folded her forearms on the railing and stepped back, bending over and pushing her chest down as if trying to stretch the muscles in her back. The only thing I saw stretching was the leather across her ass; her sweater hung below her chest and as she moved slowly back and forth I realized that what had looked like a strange bra when she'd been upright, were in fact two little nipple clamps. At least I thought that's what they were. I'd seen things like that in stores. Never used them. Certainly never seen a woman rub her breasts against the railing with those bastards biting into her nipples. Sighing and shuddering, she seemed to enjoy it. I sure did. My imagination ran wild. The slow pulsing in my crotch was not far behind. She turned, stepped to the shoulder-high blue glass division between our sections of the balcony and plastered her palms and breasts against it, her eyes holding mine. A chill tickled my shoulders and up the back of my neck. My neighbor was a slut and showing it off with a purpose.

She stilled for a while, looking me over brazenly. "You're a good looking young man," she said with that twinkle in her eye. Good-looking is a matter of taste, I guess; I wasn't likely to model for one of those girly fashion mags, but I was tall and muscular enough for most women to notice me. Came in handy.

"You're much too young to be sitting there sulking. You should be out there," she waved toward the center of the peninsula where most of the clubs were, "making some lucky snot moan and scream."

"You're a good looking wife who should be in there," I jerked my thumb toward their room, "making your husband moan."

She laughed, her head tilting back, making me wonder whether she'd stop if I sank my teeth into her throat. She opened her mouth to say something witty no doubt, then her eyes shifted toward the room and she smiled again. There was a sound of a door opening and closing.

She nodded. "There he is now. We'll ask him where he wants me." She studied me curiously, but I refused to move, not quite sure what game she was playing. She wasn't the first woman older than me who'd thought I might be fun to play with. When a woman calls you a young man and says you should go bang some snot, what she wants to hear is that she doesn't look all that old and that you'd rather bang her. The trouble was, with this one it wouldn't be a lie.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"My name's not important," I mumbled.

"Ah. Well, Mr. Znot Important, meet my husband, Mr. Green." Not his real name. I noticed them signing in the other day. Well, I noticed her. She had a nice smile and a spark in her. I like that in a woman.

I nodded to her husband. He nodded back with a crooked half-smile. "Mr. Important seems to like you, Danielle," he said, letting the woman ease back into his embrace with a happy sigh. Yeah. That's the trouble with towels; they don't hide well the effects of watching a woman with nipple clamps on her tits.

"Hey, man, I was just sitting here enjoying the view." I raised my arms in what pretended to be a defensive gesture but displayed my ability to break his neck if he didn't accept the apology. His eyes did take in my size, but his legs didn't take a step back as most men's would, glass division between us or not. I hoped he wouldn't start a fight. Not much pleasure in fighting a man twice my age and about half my size for his own—if somewhat flirty—wife.

He didn't start a fight. He shrugged off both my apology and my threat. "No problem. Danielle likes to meet new friends, and people often like her." She smiled and twisted to give him a look of complete devotion that'd be the last thing you'd expect under the circumstances. His head turned to his left. We were in a hotel wing separated from other rooms by an elevator. Three rooms, three balconies, only two occupied. Mr. Green's hands slid under the angora sweater and whatever happened there next made Mrs. Green gasp, blush and take a few ragged breaths.

"She also likes," he continued in a perfectly flat tone, "to have a beer with a friend now and then. You don't happen to have another one of those lying around?"

I must admit I was staring at the man with more than a few doubts. I think I would have felt more comfortable taking Danielle behind his back than accepting her on his offer—if he was offering. You know, I wasn't the kind of guy teen aged girls usually held hands with; my appetites appealed to ladies with a few years on me. The result was slight jadedness, and on a bad day, bitterness. For a guy who was about to celebrate his twenty-fifth birthday the following winter, I'd been called a sick bastard more often than necessary, but this—this was something else. I guessed I had a few outdated ideas about marriage. But hell, I also had a monster of a hard-on.

"Sure." I motioned toward my room only to realize the sun had set a while ago and they couldn't see a thing back there. "Got lots. I was hoping to get wasted enough to get an early night."

"He hates Fridays," Mrs. Green informed her husband with mock severity.

He nodded. It wasn't until his hand retreated that I realized it had been between her legs. "Go see if you can pull Mr. Important out of that foul mood. I'll stay here a while." She ran off. He wiped his hand on his hip, leaned on the railing and sighed. "Fine night. I think I'll enjoy the view."

"Yeah." Can you believe this guy? "Sure." I got up to open the door for Danielle. She walked past me with a naughty smile, turned on one of the bedside lamps and proceeded to the balcony with no more than a glance at the pile of beer and liquor bottles by the bed. I followed, picking up two beers on my way. Mr. Green took the one I handed him over the division. Mrs. Green looked at hers hesitantly for a moment and finally shook her head no. I shrugged and sat back in my chair, going back to my drink, curious to see what would happen next. Danielle's knees folded in a smooth practiced move, her palms coming to rest on my knees but without absorbing any of her weight, until she was kneeling between my legs. I watched her slim fingers slowly trace the muscles in my thigh. She looked thoughtful, dreamy almost, but then she sighed and straightened her spine, as if pulling herself together. Suddenly all businesslike, starting on a plan I didn't help make, her hands slid up purposefully. On an impulse, instead of letting her reach for my cock, I leaned forward to smell her hair and she rubbed her cheek against mine, her hands stilling at the edge of the towel.

"Sorry about the beer, sir." Hmm. Smelled good. Something flowery and fancy. "My husband doesn't let me drink like that unless we're in public." Her voice was so low I doubted even her husband could make out what she'd said. Not the kind of thing she wanted overheard by just anybody, I guessed.

"Like what?" I asked, my voice equally soft. Her answer was no more than staring into my eyes. I must have missed something. Even if coming over for a beer was just a pretext, she would have taken it. Maybe she wanted a glass, although why her husband would forbid drinking straight out of the bottle unless in public, I didn't know. I'd seen how they wash those things once; maybe he has seen it too. That'd be enough to make a man drink straight out of the bottle. I stood up to get a glass anyway. Good manners never hurt, or so I've been told. When I got back from the bathroom, one look at Danielle told me I'd taken a wrong step. She tried to hide it, but there was obvious disappointment on her face. Crap. I'd never had all that many social skills. Well, nothing to do but press forward and see what happens. I poured the beer. For some reason, Mr. Green snickered. Danielle turned to glance at him with what seemed to be annoyance, and he went into their room to turn off the light.

"Out of your hand," she whispered as soon as he was out of sight. I opened my mouth to blurt "What?" but he was back and I had a distinct feeling her words had been for my ears only. Apparently, I was caught in the middle of some private game between them and, if she didn't want him to hear her, she must have been cheating. She was watching me through her eyelashes in a rather transparent attempt at modesty. Her hands were somewhere behind her back and her lips parted as if she was waiting to see the end of a game she'd laid a lot of money on.

Oh... I get it. I think.

Yeah. That clicked in just right. Well, well, what do you know. My friends had been right; a vacation was just the thing I needed.

"Come here, Danielle." I held the glass for her and she half drank, half lapped at the beer, her hands still behind her back. I couldn't see Mr. Green well with the lights in their room off, but I got a nice smile out of his wife. I would have bet my right arm he'd felt more threatened by this last exchange than he had been by me flaunting my muscle.

"I knew you would win me a bet," she murmured smugly as I removed the glass from her lips. I believed that. Women can smell how you feel about them. The stupidest thing you can do is actually admit you find them beautiful and sexy and that you can't live without them. Give her only every tenth compliment that comes to your mind and each and every degrading thing you can come up with, and she'll adore you. She will. Most women will take any abuse—ask for it, complain about it later and expect you to ignore the complaints—but let your guard down and she'll laugh in your face. I'd learned to keep my fists in front of my nose. They could smell it, the hard edge of rage, and they loved it. Ridiculous creatures.

The sad part was, I was even more ridiculous, adoring them right back.

I just sat there for a while, sharing a beer with Danielle; I needed time to adjust to the situation. We sat even after I had adjusted, because she seemed to be blushing and shifting her thighs. I'd known someone once who used to enjoy waiting. I tried to push the memories away but for some reason, it seemed harder than it had been for the last couple of years. It was this damn vacation. Too much time to think. One thing was for sure; if I had a woman like this, you wouldn't find me on a dark balcony waiting for her to be fucked by some other guy. Then again, what the hell did I know? He had her; I was borrowing. Story of my life.

I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees. No one could see us, but sounds carry far down facades. Danielle had settled by my legs, sitting on her heels and looking at the floor ahead of her. She tensed slightly when I moved.

"He doesn't mind?" I asked her.

Her eyes flicked up, then fell back down in an obvious effort to appear docile. "He likes it." Uh-huh. I'd gathered that much from a tent in his suit pants. Her voice went even lower, and husky. "I'll be punished later of course." She shivered and snuck another glance at me. She must have seen my hunger because she smiled to herself. "It can get pretty bad if... if I get fucked really good."

"Want me to fuck you good, Danielle?"

"Yes." She seemed breathless. "Yes, please."

"What about him? What does he do?" I wasn't about to touch him. It must have showed in my face.

"Oh, no, nothing like that. He'll just watch."

"What else do you do, Danielle?"

"Sir?"

Was that a smile again? Amusing her, was I? "Have some more beer, Danielle." She bent her head to the glass. I jerked it up. It clicked hard against her teeth. She yelped, her eyes darting up in surprise. She wasn't smiling her little secretive smile any more. Beer poured into her open mouth and I growled, "Drink, slut," so she tried, but most of it went down her chin and onto her thighs.

So I slapped her face. It had been a deliberate decision but the sound made me flinch a bit. Her head swung to the side violently. She turned back, wiping the silky strands of hair off her wet, astonished face. At least none of the liquid there was red. I just waited. If I'd ruined it, I'd ruined it. Wouldn't be the first time. You win some, you lose some; I'd spent enough time nursing boxing glove imprints in my face to know that. Danielle's forehead lowered to my knee and she sighed. If she was still smug, at least she hid it well. Mr. Green hadn't moved the entire time. I'd kept an eye on him but he might as well have been made of stone.

"Thank you, sir," his wife said quietly against my leg, her voice quivering with emotion I couldn't identify. "I needed that."

"Yeah you did." I sat back. "I'm no toy, Danielle, and you've caught me on a bad day."

"No, sir. Yes, sir."

I grabbed her by the nape, pulling her up to whisper in her ear. "I can't believe my fucking eyes, Danielle. You're so dirty. You're the worst slut I've ever met. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" She shivered. I've never met a woman who could resist a bit of warm dirty breath in her ear. "I can't quite get my head around this, slut. When I fuck you, will you enjoy it? If you cry out in pleasure, will he pull you away?"

"No, sir. I'm yours until you come. Or at least, until you try to." She caught herself just in time and suppressed a smile. "Ah. Um. If I don't please you, if I don't get you to come in me or at least on me..." She looked into my eyes. "I really need to please you."

Amazing. I had little more than fantasies to prepare me for Danielle, but it seemed to do the job. I grinned. "So far, you're more fun than a dozen beers. What about you? What do you get out of this?"

"I'll enjoy it." Her eyes slid down my body appreciatively. "I think I really will. I am supposed to. The more I enjoy it, the angrier he gets." She made it sound like a good thing.

"Nice," I murmured and tilted her head farther back. Her body arched until I thought her spine might snap. I held her there to see if she'd complain about the uncomfortable position, but she just breathed noisily and tried to look at me over the curves of her cheekbones. Really nice. She had a cute mouth and a string of pretty, remarkably white teeth. Her chest was thrust out and I traced a finger over one of the clamps. Something gurgled in her chest and she writhed, only white showing under her eyelashes for a moment. I slapped her on the cheek, really softly this time.

"Hold still, whore." She settled down and when my curious fingers returned to her breasts, she just clenched her mouth and shivered under my touch. "How does that feel?"

"Ahhh driving me... driving me crazy, sir."

I snorted. "I suppose just about anything would. Now. Get serious and answer the question."

"But I-"

"How-"—I jerked her hair—"does—"—jerk—"it feel?" One more jerk, just in case. And I twisted her clamp a little. Her body rigid, tiny tremors shaking it at every word or move from me, she felt absolutely delicious in my hands. Her eyes darted left and right, trying to figure out what was expected from her. She'd thrown in the towel; she was soft as a kitten and, for the moment, all mine to play with.

"What I want is to know how it feels," I whispered into her ear, knocking on the clamp with my nail, "here. Right here. What your nipple feels."

"Numb and hot," she whispered back quickly. "Burning, sir."

"Mmhhmm. Good. Better. See? You can be a good girl."

She smiled happily. I slapped her. A few hard slaps and a few that hurt nothing but her dignity. With a little nipple teasing interspersed, it really looked like it was driving her nuts. It was difficult to say if she was going to have an orgasm or a stroke, but I didn't feel like stopping and no one was asking me to. Her eyes were closed and she took docilely both pain and pleasure. It was when one changed to the other she let out sweet little moans that spurred me on.

I did stop when I realized I'd gotten sucked in. I froze. I needed a moment. She'd opened a well of rage I'd carefully kept to myself for years. Somehow, my thumb had slipped from the back of her neck to the front and dangerously close to her windpipe; my other hand that was supposed to be holding her upper arm was going to leave a bruise. My cock was throbbing, I was breathing hard, I was out of control—and it had come too fast for me to see it coming.

I let her go. She slumped, a heap before my feet. I watched her, both of us out of breath and out of inhibitions. Did she know what she'd almost unleashed? You had to be twisted as hell to draw upon yourself paying off someone else's debt. I waited, but her eyes stayed down. She just pressed her forehead to my shin and she murmured something. It sounded like a 'thank you', although that made no sense, not to me.

"Well then? You never told me what you'd do. Or what you'd say no to."

She glanced to her husband again. "What would you need me to do, sir?"

That was no answer to my question, but at least we'd established I wasn't a funny guy. I reached over to pull her skirt up. She raised her ass to accommodate me. She had no underwear on; the sweater, mini skirt and white sandals, that was it. Sweet.




Friday



"Crawl around a bit. I want to watch you." And cool off. "Just crawl around like a little bitch in heat." I'd known a bitch once, and on top of memories of her that kept popping up in my mind at the worst damned times, Danielle's outfit could have been stolen from her wardrobe. Well, then, if she looked like a bitch, she might as well crawl like a bitch.

She did. Fuck, that looked good. She didn't just crawl around. She'd started out carefully, glancing up to me at times, but soon enough she was getting into it, giving a swing with her hips with every step and turn. She went to the division and almost crawled up the blue glass, again slapping her palms and tits against it, gasping at the contact and looking up at her husband who simply stared back with a dark look on his face and a throbbing erection inches from her mouth. I thought I got the idea there. I would have loved watching Danielle suck him off. If she were my wife, doing this... Yup, she'd get her little slutty ass punished.

She crawled away from the glass. Her hip brushed the railing. She stopped, moved closer to it as if it had given her an idea and, like a cat asking to be petted, rubbed her body against it, ending up with her crotch smashing against the cold metal. Her breasts swung under the sweater and she closed her eyes, moaning softly. When she finally left the railing, she looked so reluctant it would have made you wonder if she even needed two men to play with her. I imagined she needed witnesses to her degradation, but by the smudge on the metal bars, she was just fine on her own. The French door got the same treatment, and gave something back apparently; Danielle was starting to look a little frenzied, definitely hot and ready, and all it had taken was a tease from her husband and a little show of submission she was putting on for me. How wonderful. My mouth watered wondering how she'd be when I actually delivered a touch that wasn't abusive.

"Get over here, Danielle," I rasped.

Danielle looked up, her eyes large and dreamy. She crawled over, looking a bit apprehensive. When I didn't move, she continued to rub against my legs, just like a cat; first her cheek, then shoulder and hip and finally turning her ass to me and raising it up high to mash her pussy onto my knee. I swallowed a groan. That felt so wonderfully soft and warm against my skin.

I picked up the towel from the floor and used it to swat her backside. She turned to look at me over her shoulder, eyes wide but that little invincible smile dancing on her lips again. Facing away again, she gave another teasing rub with her slippery crotch against my knee. That earned her another swat with the towel. The thick terry cloth was practically dry and couldn't have hurt—well, not much—but she flinched, more likely reacting to the meaning of the swat rather than its actual effect. She wouldn't stop her naughty rubbing, though, and a few swats later, I used only about the half of the towel's length, cloth gathered firmly in my hand so I could swing faster and the end of it hit her skin with surprising impact. That made her yelp in surprise and I smiled when she looked back at me.

"You're so much fun, little slut."

"Yes, sir," she said softly. Her eyes begged for more. I looked at the towel in my hand, then the pool of beer at the floor, then back to her and her lips parted in a silent sigh.

I grabbed her hair again and pulled her back to me. "I wonder how much you can take without making too much noise." Her eyes rolled like she was a spooked horse as she tried to look at me behind her, but she was smart enough not to move her head and rip her hair out.

I looked up. "I imagine a lot." Her husband was casually leaning against the division between the balconies, cradling his chin in one of his hands and frowning slightly.

"I want to slap your ass, Danielle. I want to make some noise, so I think we should get inside. Go ask Mr. Green if that's ok. Let him into the room if he cares to watch. Oh, and get rid of that skirt."

Apparently Mr. Green was in no mood for talking, but I got a raised eyebrow and a nod. Danielle let him in, still crawling around, and he sat in the chair facing the foot of the bed. I motioned for Danielle to get on the bed, her ass to her husband, her pussy dripping. I just stood there, watching and wondering, feeling a little unsure about what the rules were and not wanting to miss this opportunity. How many women asked you what you wanted with a sly smile that promised all of it done? Having her over my knees seemed a bit too fatherly for someone my age. Plus, like this, the view was better. I sat next to her at the edge of the bed.

"Knees a bit further apart," I murmured and tapped her legs apart. Her left knee brushed my thigh as she struggled to find a position that was anywhere near comfortable with her knees as wide as I wanted them. The result was an adorable wiggle of her hips. Despite her age, she had a sweet, smooth, round bottom perfect for this kind of thing. Her skin was unusually tan for a natural blonde and I liked a set of thin lighter lines her stingy swimsuit had imprinted around her hips and down the center of her lower back. I trailed it with the tip of my finger. She froze to enjoy the touch, but the muscles in her thighs were absorbing too much of her weight and starting to tremble.

"Try it on your elbows," I told her. She murmured a thanks as she lowered her upper body and found a comfortable balance. She moaned when my finger neared her pussy. Mr. Green spat on the floor. I didn't turn to look at him. If he had objections, he could say them out loud. I would have pitied him for having to listen to his wife moan in pleasure like this if he wasn't pure contempt frozen solid. I never figured out which of those two was the masochist. Whose idea was this? They shared her body around, but not their secrets. It was a new, weird feeling, not being the biggest pervert in the room.

I probed the folds of swollen flesh between her legs. She had a pretty one. I preferred them partially shaved, or at least shaved, but the fuzzy, wild look suited her. I had to pull apart moist outer lips to see all of her cunt and if the curly pale hairs soaked in her juice looked like a mess—hell, sex with her was definitely likely to be a messy affair.

"I should warn you," I told her, "I've only done this once before, and that... well. If I do something wrong, let me know. 'Fraid I'm more used to hurting people than turning on a woman... and I do want you to enjoy this."

"I...ah. I'm sure I will, sir," she said absentmindedly, all her attention turned to my forefinger gliding around the entrance to her body.

Yeah, right. I stood up and gave her a slap on her right ass cheek, much less measured than any she'd gotten across her face. Not many things to break in an ass. She gasped as my palm landed. I guessed she wasn't quite so sure any more. I watched her flesh shiver, heard her husband expel air slowly, relieving some tension, but most of my attention was under the towel that pressed down on my cock. My veins were bursting with testosterone. I had to calm down or I was going to embarrass myself cumming too soon; then Danielle would probably decide she'd rather fuck a man like her husband, able to contain himself. Ah no, no way, not now.

She took the second slap on her left cheek better, knowing what to expect, but the third one landed right on the red mark on her right cheek and she gave a sharp intake of air.

"My God, sir," she breathed, "you've got a heavy hand."

I grinned at the back of her head. "Oh, you think you've got it bad? Be glad you're not making your observations with your nose smashed and your teeth all over the floor."

"Yes si—ah! Oh. Umhhh..."

Hmm. So I guess three times at the same spot is really painful. She deserved a bit of encouragement. "Gotta tell you, Danielle, you're better than most fantasies I've had. And I've had some good ones."

"Thank you-" She choked when I slapped her right cheek, a little to the side from before. "Thank you, sir."

"Mmmhmm. Beautiful ass. How old are you?"

"That's—oh, shit! Sorry, sir. That's not something one asks a lady, is it?"

I swung wide and from below. I caught her at the top of her thigh and lower part of her ass, lifting her entire body in the air for a moment. She stumbled forward. That one had been stronger than before and she hadn't been ready. She scrambled back into the position, her ribs rising and falling heavily, trying to cope with the pain.

"Don't be silly, Danielle. You're obviously no lady, and I'll ask any damn thing I want," I informed her firmly. I actually liked her cheerful cheekiness but I wanted to make a good impression and, to be honest, wasn't certain what was expected of me. Not every day a sexy lady lands in my lap asking to be used as a punching bag. Well, not back then.

"Thirty seven, sir."

I blinked. I looked over to her husband for confirmation and for the first time since we'd been introduced, he actually smiled at me, if a somewhat pale smile.

I looked back at the woman before me. "I'm impressed, Danielle. You don't look it." She didn't; she looked at least five years younger than that and hotter than most teenagers. I wondered how much maintenance it took.

"Thank—ouch," she hissed to herself. She'd thrown me out of rhythm with that little surprising revelation and the slap had caught her off guard. "Umh. Thank you, sir."

"My pleasure."

"You're not so ahhhh..." She was starting to tremble each time I hit her, but she kept talking, so she must have been able to take it, and more, easily. "...not so bad yourself."

"Glad to hear it."

"I mean it. Young men usually—oh!—usually fuck me as soon as offered a chance." No doubt. So this was a regular thing then?

"Ah, crap," I chuckled. "I was just thinking of asking you to roll over to have your pussy pounded."

"Mmmmm—ouch! Oh. Yes sir," she panted. "Pounding sounds perfect."

"Well I can't now. Have to keep slapping you; have to stand apart from all the young men somehow, don't I?"

She said nothing. Five more whacks, as strong as I could make them without seriously hurting her, and she was fresh out of witty remarks. Her behind was red from waist to halfway down her thighs and moving as if trying to escape my hand. Five or six more and she buried her head in her arms and sheets and let out a squeal that was pure pain. Mr. Green cleared his throat. Before I had the time to wonder if the sound he'd made had any meaning, Danielle called to me to stop.

Just to have them wondering if they had me safely leashed, I gave her one final savage slap that sent her sprawling onto the sheets. She lay there, breathing heavily, her head turned aside and I was a little shocked to see it shiny with tears. She should have stopped me sooner. Or was I supposed to notice the tears sooner? I slid onto the bed beside her and gave her a peck on her wet cheek. She blinked and smiled.

"You should come back some time," I told her, not loud enough for her husband to understand. I brushed a soft strand of hair out of her face. She had high cheeks and fragile bones. With wetness gleaming on her eyelashes, she made my throat tighten with a weird sort of tenderness. I wanted to strangle her and protect and hug her all at the same time. "I've got some questions to ask." About the tears. About nipple clamps. About whatever else her husband used on her. And how he'd gotten her to take it all. How he'd gotten her to look at him like he was a God in a designer suit.

She started to shake her head no, then her lips compressed, and finally she gave me a bit of a shrug. 

Oh, I get it. She would if he let her. "Don't have to promise anything. See what you can do. A bit of talk, that's all. Like that tip about the beer."

Gingerly, she turned to lie on her side and look into my eyes. "The last five or so were..." Her voice was cracked and her face ended the sentence for her: too much. I wished I'd gotten that little tip on time. But she'd kept silent. It made me dizzy. Good thing I was lying down. It must have showed in my face, how I felt discovering I'd made a crack in her composure. I'd thought we were just playing. I hadn't really expected to discover I'd managed to humiliate or hurt her for real. I was kinda touched. And a little worried.

"I'm not..." She had to swallow before she continued. "I'm not complaining, sir. You're... talented," she grinned through the tears. "I knew it as soon as I saw you."

"Oh, so I'm a sick bastard and it shows, huh?"

"I didn't say that," she murmured softly. I shifted so I could reach between her thighs. No tears there, but she was wet almost down to where her skin wasn't angry red and hot. When my fingertips reached the marks they'd left on the back of her legs she tensed but forced herself not to move. "Who called you a sick bastard?" she asked gently. Oh, she was too insightful for her own good.

"If I turn you over and fuck you, it'll hurt, Danielle." She still looked way to talkative. "I'm hard as hell, slut. Didn't have release in days. Don't feel like talking."

"Then turn me over. Let it hurt." She stared at me. I felt a surge of energy at the quiet determination in her voice. "I deserve it."

I knew my smile looked fierce but she drank it in and seemed to enjoy it. "Maybe you do," I told her, "fornicating right under your husband's nose."

"Mmhm," she agreed, lowering her eyes, sighing as my fingers entered the warm crevice between her thighs and pressed upward.

"Lift that knee. Let's see what you've got there." She was leaking like a broken tap. Her lips were swollen, looking even bigger with fluffy hair all over them, and her clit begged for attention. I glanced to Mr. Green, but he was so calm you'd think he was watching the evening news, except that his eyes were on his wife's crotch and livid with rage. Or arousal. Or whatever drove him to do this.

"Aw, that's so good, sir," she whispered. "That's so good..."

I wasn't doing anything. I just held my hand there and she slid her hips back and forth, using my fingers the way she'd used the balcony railing, little slut. I smiled and slid them out to trail over her hip, up her stomach and between her breasts. It left a wet trace on her tan skin. Her mouth opened eagerly when my hand reached it and she sucked on my fingers. She gave me a joke of a demure look, an almost desperate offer shining in her eyes. My hand went back down, allowing her to play some more. For Danielle, all a man had to do was be there while she worked herself into a frenzy. The sounds of her breathing and smell of her sex were filling the faceless hotel room, the urgency of her moves rising by each passing second. All I had to be was a stranger without a name ready to use her body.

She whined when my hand retreated again. Yeah. That had felt good, but orgasm was out of reach. "Say it, Danielle," I whispered. "I like to hear it. Say you want it. Put us both out of our misery."

"Misery," she repeated softly. "Yeah. Yes, I want it. I'm a slut, sir. You don't need my permission. Any man my husband chooses for me can have me."

"Not what I meant."

"I'm not allowed to want. I was born to serve. I live to serve. I'm no good for anything else. I'm bad." She reached for the towel around my hips and gave a tug. "Really bad." There was a mechanical sound to her words, as if she was repeating something she didn't quite believe.

She licked her lips and unwrapped the towel. Her eyes widened, followed closely by her mouth, but then she regained some control over her features and just grinned at me. I grinned back. I didn't inherit much from my parents, except a few good genes. Someone like Danielle was likely to have seen an inheritance or two more impressive than mine, but apparently I had enough to make her stare and lick her lips hungrily. I pushed her over to her back and she winced as her ass hit the mattress. I got up and grabbed her ankles to spread her legs wide, crouching above her. I wanted to see my cock plunging into that slippery wetness between her thighs, and for some contrary reason, I wanted Mr. Green to get a good view of Mrs. Green spreading her legs for me.

Danielle was the only one not looking. Her head was turned to the side as if to deny I was taking her body. Devil knew what the little slut was fantasizing about. She hissed as I pushed the length of me into her slowly, allowing us both to enjoy the delicious feel of flesh parting to let me in. I paused with my balls against her asshole, delighted by the sight of a woman completely surrendered to lust, her sweater gathered at her armpits and revealing soft breasts gripped by vicious looking clamps. I couldn't move. She felt so nice and snug that the constant wiggle of her body was almost enough to finish me off. One thrust and I'd be cumming my insides out.

Her eyes opened drowsily, gliding up and down my body. She licked her lips nervously and took the clamp off her right breast. Eyes rolling up in her head, she shook, I groaned, and only then, she breathed in again and let out a cry of pain and relief. She hissed something incoherent and repeated the process with the other clamp. The soft flesh engulfing my cock shivered as I started to move. Powerful arousal still pulsed inside of me, still powerful enough to feel as if it might rip me apart, but now distant, dammed by sheer curiosity, slow hunger to see what would come next from the woman writhing beneath me. The mixture of vulnerable surrender and wild determination on her face was mind numbing. I stuffed her pussy at a steady pace, my teeth pressed together in absent-minded control over my desire, watching her flesh roll in and out as my cock pumped into her slick channel.

"Mmmmm oh yes..." she mumbled. Her eyes pleaded, for pleasure or pain, I didn't know which. I dropped onto my elbows to suck on her stiff nipples. She wiggled trying to get away as if my mouth was an electric outlet giving her little shocks with each lick, but as soon as I let go of her tits she thrust them right back into my mouth. Her legs wrapped around my back and squeezed me to her. She kept whining; I thought Mr. Green spat again behind my back but I didn't care. One of my ill-hidden fantasies had decided to come alive, and she was about to have her brains pounded out of her. 

Danielle's breathing grew erratic quickly. I felt her body tensing up, her neck straining and her head pressing back into the pillows. I shoved into her with all my might rapidly, feeling her orgasm coming like a thunderstorm in the distance, my control bursting and shattering, knowing she was closer with each mad pounding stroke. I reached under to grab handfuls of her tight ass cheeks and thrust my tongue into her mouth to remind her of the taste of beer. I wanted her cumming with me, under me, replaying in her mind the same things that flashed back into mine. Her on her hands and knees, lapping beer from a glass like an animal. I wanted her to feel the heat of her skin where my palms had marked it. I squeezed. She squealed and spluttered something about my cock I didn't quite get. Just the sound of it burned inside me, right down to the pit of my belly. I squeezed again, over and over, faster and faster, clutching her and jerking her up to meet my thrusts. Nothing I'd asked for was denied. Simply by letting me do it, she'd opened me up, turned me inside out, driven me out of control.

"Yeah...Yeah you dirty slut...take it..." I slurred into her ear. She moaned loud at every word. "Love it don't ya...fucking...dirty...whore... Love that cock...don't you? Yeah take it..." She whimpered a 'yes' and clutched me tighter. I stabbed deep into her and groaned, pumping her full of seed, overwhelming cold shivers running up my spine as I felt her cum around me, moaning into my mouth, her inner muscles milking my balls.




Friday



Oh, yeah, they were right. Just what I had needed.

It was a while before I was able to move again, but I didn't; I was still hard. Probably would be for some time. I loved the feel of her warmth, of oily juices slowly seeping out around my shaft. Under different circumstances, I would have just gone on fucking her but something told me I was done there. She was married. Too bad. My kind of girl. A devil trapped inside beauty, blond and fragile, as precious as human kind can get.

"I'm here for four more days," I whispered into her ear. I couldn't have managed anything louder even if I didn't care if her husband might hear. My stomach was tight and still trembling. It wasn't so much because of the intense sexual release—it was a nervous flutter from discovery of a dark fold of the world I'd always known but never before visited.

Danielle's body twisted under me so she could look me in the eye. Her abs did wonderful things to my cock. The naughty smile bloomed again across her face. "You know, this is my first time doing it with a man whose name I don't know." She frowned a little. "Although I feel like I've gotten to know you better than the others."

"Yeah. It's Alexander. My name. Though Znot will do just fine." If she started calling me Alex, it'd be too much. She was bringing back too many memories already. At least I hoped it was her doing it.

She smiled. "Well, Znot, that was fun, but if you'd kindly get off me..."

I slid out, straightened up and realized Mr. Green was standing by the bed. I guessed my part was over and he was impatient. There was something menacing in his stance, and there was fear in Danielle's eyes when she looked up to him.

"I wasn't supposed to come," she said with a brave little smile, her thigh nudging mine playfully. "Not with you."

"I see." Looked like she was in for some more fun. "Can I watch?" Yeah. That'd be fun. Punishment with evidence of a sin leaking out of her. What the hell was he going to do to her? Danielle swallowed and shook her head no. The smile had vanished quickly from her face. She was scared all right. I wasn't. He could stand there looking menacing all day, the best he could hope from me was a fist in his face if he kept crowding me in.

"Listen, Danielle, if he—"

She shook her head again quickly. I realized the pinkish tide under her skin wasn't a post-orgasmic flush. She wasn't struggling to keep her eyes down; she had to force herself to glance up to make sure I'd seen her shaking her head. The way she'd leaned into her husband's body out on the balcony... He hadn't pulled her back, she had leaned back.

"Ok. None of my business." I sat back to let her get out of the bed. "Thank you, Danielle," I told her as her husband gathered her in his arms none too gently. "That was one hell of a fuck."

Hehehe. Mr. Green's face darkened even more. Danielle blew me a shy kiss and waved like a sleepy child as her husband carried her to their room. He held her so her head hung over his arm and her hips were high, legs curled up, no doubt to keep all the juice in. I knew it; he wanted a reminder of what he would punish her for. Guess that did make me a sick bastard, being able to figure it out so easily. The door clicked closed behind them and I let my weight roll over, my back hitting the cool crumpled sheets. I stared at the ceiling, but what I saw were mine and Danielle's hot fluids drawn out of her and slathered over her ass before it received another batch of slaps.

I should have been thankful for what I've gotten, but I was curious and greedy. I switched the light off and slid the French door that led to the balcony open a bit. The sounds were hushed and faint, but audible. Knew it. Things and buildings give you sounds, if you know what to listen to, signs of what's broken or going to be broken soon. Their doors had grated when she'd opened them, and grated louder still when he'd tried to close them. Someone not so bright had chosen slider doors too fine and fancy for a beachside hotel, sand had gotten where it shouldn't be, and now there was a crack for me to listen through. I couldn't watch, Danielle's headshaking had said. No one had said anything about listening.



Friday Afternoon



The sky was a deep red as the sun was setting. Kaley smiled and leaned against the kitchen sink, looking out the window at the beautiful display. She loved this house, especially the view from the kitchen window. James had been so sweet to acquiesce to her peculiar request for a 'kitchen view.'

She had just finished rinsing the wine glasses and was drying her hands. The beef and vegetable stew was simmering softly on the stove behind her, giving off a savory smell. James wouldn't be home for several hours, he said, running late from a business trip. She didn't like his travels. Well, she supported him in all of his endeavors, but she preferred him home and in her arms. 

They had been together for just over a year, had met each other's parents, and then decided to move in together. It seemed too soon for some, but it had just felt so right for the couple. James gave her more than she had ever experienced in previous relationships.

Kaley took in a deep breath, enjoying the smell of garlic and paprika. "I should turn down the heat on this stew, otherwise..."

"Did you miss me?" a low voice whispered into her ear. She closed her eyes, smiling. She hadn't heard him come in.

"All day," she said, allowing her body to lean into his. Liar. So much for 'several hours.' But then again, she'd always loved his little surprises. His arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her briefly, then gently stroking her waist, hips and belly. Her back pushed against his chest, her butt against his...well! Apparently, he had been missing her as well.

She turned around, a glint in her eye. "James," she moaned softly before leaning in to kiss him. It was their first kiss of the day. First of many, she hoped. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her little figure against his strong body, while he held her tightly. She could smell his cologne and a light layer of sweat. She loved how he smelled like a real man; nothing like the "boys" she'd dated before. He kissed her deeply, and his hands cupped her ass before lifting her onto the counter. Immediately, she wrapped her legs around him to pull him closer. God, she enjoyed his strength and warmth!

"Did you have a good trip?" she asked between kisses, running her hands through his hair. "As good as they come," he replied. "Well, I hope to make you come some more," she smiled. She loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt almost at once, unable to linger in the moment any longer. Judging by his breathing, it had been a long day for him as well, and there was no need to delay the pleasurable inevitable. He ran his strong arms down her back. He could see her hard nips through the fabric of her flowy black shirt. He pressed his mouth against them for a second, before taking off her shirt altogether. Seeing her perky tits always gave him an extra jolt. 

She was already working on his belt, using her feet to push down his pants. They didn't bother with his shoes or socks. He lifted her up with one arm, while removing her lounge pants and panties with the other. 

"James..." she moaned against his ears when she grasped his dick, which was thick and hard in anticipation. But he backed away from her, only to drape her legs over his shoulders, while he used his tongue to caress her pussy, which was dripping with sweetness. She clutched onto his arms to hold steady, giving in to the pleasure. Their breaths grew heavier with every flick of his skillful tongue.

She touched his shoulder as if to say, 'give me a minute.' She slid off the counter and turned around, aiming her ass at his dick. He spread her legs wide and rubbed his hard cock over her sex a few times. "Do you want it?" he panted. "Yes." -- "Do you want me inside you?" -- "Yes." -- "Do you really.." -- "James, I NEED you inside me NOW!" She growled, and arched her back for emphasis, right before he thrust himself into her. 

She was already wet from fantasizing about this moment all day. He held on to her hips, thrusting into her soft wetness again and again. She used her hands to brace against the kitchen counter, relishing in the rough taking. He pushed into Claire over and over, before using his hand to stroke her to oblivion. Her moans grew louder with every thrust, before they both finally surrendered to sweet release.

"God...welcome home!" Kaley panted. "I know, sweetie. I won't make you wait this long next time." "Damn straight!" she replied before sinking toward the floor. James caught her into his arms, anticipating her faint reaction to their tryst. Ah, sweet Kaley, the love of his life. If only she knew just how he felt about her. 



Friday Afternoon



That old 2:30 feeling was coming on again. Another week was drawing to a close, and it pressed upon me as a dull thud inside my skull. The Allan's Calibrations project had been due this morning, and with the incessant calls from Mister Simons, I had barely gotten the portfolio into Eunice on time. Other projects sat waiting for approval on my desk, nattering obligation and stress; undertones to the percussive throb in my temples. I stood up and tried to massage the ache away, pretending to watch my team as they poured over design schematics. They were working hard, as they always did. I really don't know how I'd do things without them. I never had the head for science. I was always better at finding and controlling the money than coming up with new ideas. But they'd never get anything done if I didn't bring in the cash. It's a partnership, but it's tough being the boss sometimes. I tried to push into the paperwork, knowing I added something essential to the process. Sometimes, it gives me some resiliency to the stress. But at the end of this week, fulfilling duty just didn't cut it.

I had worked for this position in project management for a long time. I followed daddy's footsteps, and surpassed him a while ago. I'm proud of the work I've done, the things I've helped create, and the success that's come with it. I was never much attracted to the parties and social life which so many of my girlfriends got caught up in. There were goals to be set and made, things to do! And if you wanted to be the one doing them, reaping the rewards, you had to control yourself. That control bought my suite on the 30th floor, let me look out at this spectacular city as a whole, let me have those finer things in life. I'm especially proud that I earned them, got these things for myself. While Ayn Rand had overstated it, I believed deeply in the power of an individual, that talented people drive the world forward, and that I am one of those people.

I picked up and sped through a memo from the legal department on the minueta of a revised standardized form. I managed to push through the slog of my headache and distill its points into an email for my team. I pitched the hardcopy across the room to settle atop the pile of missed shots by the waste basket. I looked up at the clock; it was still shy of three in the afternoon. Time seemed to be stretching and slowing, trapping me in the tensions of the workplace. I looked out her window for a moment, and without willing it, my mind slipped unexpectedly into anticipation. He penetrated my thoughts, briefly. His face did not even fully resolving before the sensation of moist lust filled me. I had to grab onto my work like an anchor, reigning me in against carnal desire. "Discipline" I whispered aloud, opening a new brief.

There was a knock on the doorframe, drawing my attention up, "Gearing up for the weekend already, Alyssa?" It was Charles. His smug face loomed in the doorway.

"What, Charles?"

"Just wanted to let you know that Johnston has given me the Iben project."

Fucking great. I had wanted that project. The Iben analysis system, once operational, would be a real career highlight. I sighed, having no energy left for the cattiness which defined Charles. He was a petty and small-minded man, whose cunning suggested more intelligence than he had. I looked up at him, "Good for you. I have things to do." gesturing down at her desk.

"Oh, I'm sure." He laughed at his own sarcasm as he strode away. I wanted to drive the arrogant prick's face through the plate glass of my window. My head pounded and I tried rubbing at my temples again. Useless.

"He's an ass." I looked up to see Emily, my executive assistant, smiling down at me.

"Thanks, he is."

"You look spent, Alyssa. It's been a long week for you. I know you've been in here until 9 o'clock most nights this week."

"Comes with the job." I let my eyes subtly wander the long, lithe lines of Emily's nubile young body, appreciating her understated sensuality. The throb of my pulse found purchase in my sex, granting a moment where the headache was at least not getting worse.

Emily perched on the corner of the desk, her skirt crawling up her smooth, shapely legs, "Look, there's nothing here that you need to do today. I can get these documents turned in by 5 for you; the rest can wait until Monday." She took my hand. My breath caught in my throat at the sensation of her soft fingers. In that instant, I hoped He would one day order me to seduce her. My mind racing away on me again. Of course, she was just being a good assistant, and pressed a small yellow tablet into my hand, "Take this, go home, and we'll see you Monday."

"You're sure?" I squeaked, imagination of her flowing into anticipation of Him. The throb returned to my loins.

"Absolutely! I've got you covered, Alyssa."

That was all I needed to hear. I quickly thanked Emily and grabbed my things. I paused at the doorway to make sure Charles was not watching. He was busy making an ass of himself with a delivery girl. I hurried out to the elevator and out to the garage. By the time I made the car, my panties were saturated. The throb in my head was falling away to a hungry void within, desperate for heat and use.

The drive home was a blur. Anticipation and uncertainty mixed in my sex, building a bon fire of lust inside. All the focus on work, the effort and discipline, I could feel it slipping from my mind. It was giving way to the obedience which only He could elicit from me. He scorns the world of value and profit. He laughs at ideas about economy and progress. All the power and prestige I work so hard to build and maintain is dust to Him, ashes scatter on the hot winds of His animal prowess. I can never put into words what He does to me, or how He does it. And while I can think about it now, that afternoon, all I knew was desire for Him. He would break me, and I would thank him for the beauty of the shards.

As I wheeled down into the underground parking of my building, I was so distracted by desire I accidentally drove past my spot. I doubled back, parked the car, and stepped out. My heels clicked on the concrete and possibilities raced through my head. He never told me what He would do, but I knew He would have me tonight. Sometimes, He sent for me, and sometimes He met me in public. There was a sadness edging my need, as I had received no instructions from Him today. As much as I enjoy being made to wait, it leaves me nervous to be without His guidance. If I think about it, I worry that what I chose might displease Him, though part of me feels silly for it. He is just a man, like any other in most regards. But I never can help myself. That afternoon, with only my own thoughts, He had me deeply and completely.

I had been in a daze, and looked down at my watch to realize I'd been standing in front of the elevator daydreaming for ten minutes. "Discipline," I tried to tell myself. But it only conjured the sensation of His hand on my throat. My panties were drenched and had worked their way between my pussy lips, a line of lace teasing against my clit. A neighbor waved to her as he parked his car, robbing me of the discretion needed to sort myself out.

He came over to me and shook my hand, gabbing politely about some renovations the building was having done in the gym area as we waited for the elevator. I had no focus for his words at all. I could barely maintain my composure, and was certain he would notice something. I was embarrassed by the circumstances of my wanton need. The polished metal doors of the elevator slid open, and he continued to speak as we got on. I smiled and nodded, offering an "uh-huh" or a "is that so?" to fake the conversation. A bead of lust rolled down my thigh, and I was sure he'd smell the desire on me any moment. I desperately wanted to gain comportment, to straighten myself out and address my neighbor politely and well. He's an important lawyer, and represents some of our clients at the office. But I couldn't recall that then. I tried to will the digits on the floor display to count faster. Not that it would help much; he's the only resident with whom I share the floor. But my lust was a betrayer, and the embarrassment only fed the flames of desire.

The neighbor offered me the floor first as we arrived at our destination. I was grateful for it, but tried not to show my haste. I moved quickly and wished the neighbor a nice weekend. I had to struggle with the key in the lock, my hands trembling in the rush of it all. I could feel my neighbor's confused eyes on me as the key finally slid into the lock and the tumblers fell. I waved again and slipped behind the front door. I leaned against it for support, as my humiliation crested in a soft little orgasm thrilling through my body.

I recovered and made my way to the bedroom to tidy up. I was stopped short in the doorway by the scene before me. Upon my bed sat a slender box with a neatly tied bow. The breath caught in my throat, knowing it was from Him. A hint of His cologne lingered in the air as proof. How had he gotten in? Was He still here? What was He planning?

Slowly, I crossed to the bed, finding a small handwritten card on it. It read, "Get Dressed." I opened the package carefully, finding new Fiocci lingerie inside. The bra was lacy black straps which suggested more that supported, and it would leave my breasts exposed to him. The panties matched the bra, crotchless and designed to present my vaginal lips at their fullest sensuality. A set of fine black fishnet stockings accompanied these, and a shiny pair of massively spiked heels were set out to complete the ensemble. I ran my fingers over each item delicately, imagining their sensation on my skin, electric with sensuality.

I hurried into the bathroom to prepare, casting work clothes off and into the hamper. I studied my naked body in the mirror, the lilt of my shapely breasts, the swelling of my pert nipples in the cool air, a glisten clearly visible off my shaven lips. I shivered, hoping He was somewhere watching, hoping He was happy with what He saw. I poured lotion into my hands and let them wander over my smooth skin. A moan escaped my throat at my own touch. The throb of my stress headache had fully migrated to my cunt, which was pulsing with need.

I stepped from the en suite bathroom, unmindful of my nudity. The soft click of my record player resonated from the study on the far side of the suite. It startled me, bringing another flush of embarrassment which blossomed red across my pale skin. A deep rumbling of distorted guitar joined the hiss of the vinyl, and I could feel the bass seize the pulse of my lust. I dressed, thinking only of pleasing him. I carefully set each lacy, strappy line of the lingerie just so before stepping into the shoes. I tossed my auburn hair quickly and sprayed lightly it into position. I examined myself in the mirror on the dresser. God, I looked so filthy, so slutty and depraved! My already wet pussy drooled with desire. He had made me want myself, and very badly at that. But He was here, and this was for him. Resisting the urge to masturbate to my own image, I grabbed a deep red lipstick and painted a shock of lust across my mouth, slowly appreciating the feel it. I walked from the bedroom, heels clicking in time with music as I made my way to the study.

He was there, lounging in a worn pair of jeans, a t-shirt from an old rock concert, and an oddly crisp suit jacket. His long legs were set wide apart, making His already large body appear bigger still. His dark hair was cropped short and neat, while His cheeks held stubble from lack of attention. He had opened an expensive bottle of my wine, and drank deeply of the red nectar as he watched me move through the space. The gaze from His grey eyes was arrogant and cool, and I could could feel an ire for him, somewhere deep inside. He left my so flustered, so embarrassed, so humiliated. That small part of me wanted to scream at him, but all I could to do was look to the bottle and back to him, my body swaying my hips for his pleasure even as I calculated the cost of the glass he held.

He noticed the look, and His smile said He was pleased with the irritation he had caused. He simply shrugged and turned His attention back to the bottle, pouring himself another glass. I took three steps closer, when He held up a finger, forcing me to stop. He took His time pouring the wine, inspecting its nose and legs before sipping it. Swallowing, he turned his eyes back to me, turning his finger in a circle. I turned slowly, presenting all sides of my body for his inspection. His sight was a palpable thing now, as strong and intense as hands on flesh. When I completed the turn, the swell of His cock was evidenced through His jeans. He reached into His breast pocket and produced an elegant leather collar, my collar. It was the thing which marked me as His. I had to trace my throat, anticipating its soft clinch there, the security and ease which filled me every time He put it on. My pussy throbbed and flowed lust freely. My throat ached to feel the leather cinched around it. I bit my lower lip, trying to contain my desire, but knowing He saw it anyway. He looked from me to the collar and back again. He said nothing, but simply raised an eyebrow in inquiry. My breath was stolen, and I could only nod to him. "Show me you want it." He said, then leaned back and took a long draft of the dark red wine.

The shoes clicked against the hardwood as I paced to an overstuffed chair, lowering slowly into it, trying to let every line of my body flow before his eyes. I needed His desire so badly. I wanted to hold all His need. Careful of the viscous heels, I lean back in the chair and splayed my legs over the soft swollen sides. I was so wet with desire by this point that as soon as my legs opened, a small pool of lust rolled from my lips, down the curve of my hips, making a sensual tickle across my anus. It gathered in the bole of the chair, and I hoped it would leave a subtle stain for my remembrance. I was well past the point of caring about these things around me, and savored the filth of the sensation. 

On instinct, my right hand slid down my flat stomach and over the lacy pretext of panties, caressing the swollen aching sex. My nipples pulsed erect at the sensation, and my free hand shoved my left breast greedily into painted lips. I moaned loudly and freely, proud to show Him that I was His whore, and for Him there was no indignity beneath me. My hips rocked upward, wanting Him to see the sheen off my asshole, as I stroked my throbbing hard clit. Sensation made it difficult to keep my eyes open as I writhed in the chair. The shutter on His phone clicked beneath the music as He captured me at my sluttiest. It is exactly how I always want Him to think of me.

Orgasm was building deep within my inflamed cunt. Need was spilling from the depths of my womb, a fire filling my flesh. He came on, bringing His camera phone close. I pulled my lips wide so he could capture every detail. Hearing the click of the picture, I released a purr, then breathily begged, "Please. Collar." It was all I could manage.

He seized my hair, dragging my head from the back of the chair, unmindful of any discomfort. He gathered up the hair, clearing the back of my neck, then cinched His collar around His pet slut's throat. I knew I was gone, sublimated. In my place was need and sex and only His desire. Eyes opened to see that He had stripped down, His powerful cock gleaming with precum. I felt the smile crease my lips, my hips rolling to welcome him as my fingers shamelessly assaulted my clit. He stroked His cock a few times, enjoying the view of His whore exposed and ready for His use. He grabbed the ring of the collar and pulled me close. Our lips crashed together, finally, as we kissed one another hard, desperate, and deeply. I felt him drinking me in as he drove his throbbing member deep inside me.

The lance of His cock sent a shudder through my body, and I gasped around His tongue in my mouth. Orgasm was already beginning to send rolling electric volts of pleasure ripping through my body, climax coming on quickly. I gripped His dick with the walls of my pussy, pulsing around Him, needing to please Him. Within moments, His hips became a savage blur, penetrating deeply against my gripping cunt. His thrusts came over and over, pushing my walls apart. He growled and snarled, as much beast as man.

I bucked instinctively. He continued to drive into me, the full weight of His large, powerful body behind each stroke. He looked down on me, watching my eyes loll back in my skull. He pulled me close again, His lips at my ear, "Cum." He whispered His command, and pulled His cock from inside me. As if it were a plug in a dam, my orgasm broke, causing a stream of hot clear ejaculate to splash across the floor and chair. I spasmed and rolled in the chair, melting against the force of my climax. Just as I began to moan in satisfaction, he gripped my hair and dragged me upright. The sensation hurt, but it made me smile all the more.

"A good start," He said, "but let's go make a mess of your bedroom now." He dragged me behind Him by the hair.

"Thank god it's Friday." I offered weakly with a smile. Come Monday, I'd still feel this weekend of fucking. It was all I would ever want again.



Friday Afternoon Club



I'm a student at DU. I'm gonna be a 6-year grad, because of the teaching certificate, and I changed my major in my junior year. Since my sophomore year, I've worked in an office on campus (won't say where so as not to embarrass Karen too much). For the past two years, I've worked during the summer, too, to save up for the big post-graduation move.

I've gotten to know Karen pretty well, she's the only one who has been in this office as long as I have. We're fairly close. We started hanging out together at a few after-parties, like after gallery openings or poetry readings. Then, we took a water aerobics class together, and we work out together in the campus gym once or twice a week. She's my height, about 5'4", but instead of my stringy brown hair, her hair is really curly sandy-blond. 

Karen is 38, more than ten years older than me, divorced, and has two kids: a boy and a girl. Her kids spend the summers with their father in San Diego. During the summer, it's her and me, alone in the office, shuffling papers. We had been working alone for over two weeks, just her and me, and it afforded us the opportunity to talk about everything, I mean everything.

It was barely into June, but it was already roasting in the office. We usually took lunch at noon, but being Friday, she said we should just take the afternoon off. We locked up the office, went to the cafeteria, had the salad bar, then went for a light workout. Being summer, hardly anyone else was there, and we did a lower body treadmill/stair master workout; just enough to get really sweaty. 

I commented that my apartment complex has a pool, and asked if she wanted to come over, but she scoffed and said that she had a pool in her back yard. My eyebrows shot up. 

"Can I come?" I asked, hopefully. "I'll run home and get my suit."

"Um, yeah, that's a good idea. I'll tell you what, while you're doing that, I'll stop and get margarita mix and meet you there."

She gave me the address and we went our separate ways. Half an hour later, I was pulling up to her house. I have a new bug convertible, so the wind had dried my workout-wet hair by the time I pulled up her drive. 

I was astonished at her house. It was three stories, and as I later learned, sixteen rooms, if you include the basement. Hell, it was practically a mansion. She got the place in the divorce, and he responded by buying a bigger house in San Diego, trying to one-up her in the divorce. 

She opened the door before I could ring, and greeted me with a frozen strawberry margarita in hand. I was wearing my bikini, a huge t-shirt over that, and my beach terry-cloth robe over that. She was also in a t-shirt, and apparently, nothing else. We sat in her kitchen for a few minutes and downed out first round of margaritas. I said that we should get to the pool. As she re-filled the glasses, she explained:

"Look, Tina, I've got to tell you. I've lived in this house for fifteen years. I have an 8 foot privacy fence all around the back yard. What I'm trying to say is that I haven't owned a swimming suit for years. I swim nude. I hope it doesn't bother you. You're free to join me, but I only swim naked."

"Great," I said, surprised, but kind of pleased that I wouldn't have to worry about tan lines.

She grabbed the rest of the pitcher, I grabbed the towels from the table, and followed her out the back door. There was, indeed, an 8 ft. wooden fence around the yard, covered by shrubs and vines. It sort of looked like a miniature version of medieval French or Italian gardens. 

She wasn't kidding. As soon as we hit the back yard, her t-shirt came off and I was following this tight little butt out to the pool. Her legs and ass were so tight from the stair master that I couldn't help but stare, all the way till she reached the edge and dove in. 

I took my robe and shirt off, throwing them across a lounge chair, then untied my bikini, feeling suddenly self-conscious at having clothes on. I dove in after her, and swam after her across the pool. We used the diving board and went round in circles, diving and climbing out, like we were kids. 

The only thing was, I wasn't used to being naked for this long (when I wasn't sleeping), and I certainly wasn't used to walking around naked with someone else. I couldn't help but take a few healthy looks, and I notices her taking a few looks at me, too. You just can't help but look at someone who's naked, right?

After awhile, we stopped diving and just floated around the pool. She has these floating armchairs, and we sat around, half-submerged, finishing the pitcher of margaritas. We were lounging back, eyes closed, talking about all sorts of things. 

We started talking about what celebrity we'd sleep with, then I asked her who in the office she's sleep with. She didn't answer at first.

"I, uh, I'd have to think about that," she said. "Actually, I did have sex in the office, once, but with my ex, while we were still together. We did it over lunch, right there in that big, leather chair." I asked for details. 

"Well, he came to get me for lunch, but I said that I was too busy. He said that I deserved at least a little break, so he crawled under my desk, lifted my skirt, slid down my panties, and went down on me right there. I came wile a wildcat. Then he just stood up, kissed me and left. He was great about that. That's what I miss most about him: he loved to eat pussy, and he would do it all the time."

I opened one eye and saw her drawing little circles around her nipples with her fingertips. I picked up my margarita and started rubbing the cold glass against my own nipples. I waited to see if she was going to say any more.

"I have a confession," I said, finally. "I had sex in that chair, too."

"You're kidding!" she perked up. "Tell me."

"Well, it wasn't exactly, um, I mean, I was alone."

"You masturbated in my chair?"

"Yeah, just once, though. Ok, twice. I was watching the office over lunch and looked up a few choice sites on the Internet, and, just like you said, up came the skirt, down came the panties..."

"Don't you just love skirts?"

"They are God's gift to sex, I'll say that."

She took a long look at me, and her gaze dropped to my neck and shoulders, finally lingering on my breasts. I took a breath, trying not to look like I was showing them off.

"We should get out of the sun for awhile before we burn. Come on inside, I have something to show you."

We made for the towels, and wrapped them around our waists. Now topless, I thought we looked like Polynesian natives, you know, in their grass skirts.

She took me to the basement where she had a wooden sauna. It was two tiers, and big enough for five or six people comfortably. She turned on the controls and put me inside, telling me to put water on the rocks and she would be back in a minute. She came back with two bottles of cold water and a joint.

"I hope you don't mind," she said apologizing for the joint.

"I don't mind at all. I don't smoke very often, but I don't turn it down, either."

We got high, the temperature rose, and the sweat started pouring. I told her that I couldn't believe she had a sauna in her house. She explained that her ex was a surgeon and used his money to do serious home upgrades. Then, she started telling me about their sex life, how they rarely had actual intercourse, usually just oral sex, or masturbating for each other. 

By this time, the joint was down to just a roach, so she pitched it onto the rocks and watched it burn. By this time, she was leaning with her back to the far wall, right leg dangling off of the top bench. I mirrored her actions and leaned against the opposite wall. Our towels had fallen, no longer covering us at all. She picked up her water bottle, took a drink, then poured some on her chest, and her nipples responded immediately. I followed suit, mirroring her actions.

"Did you really masturbate in my chair?" She asked.

"Yes, I did."

"Tell me about it," she said, and began stroking her nipples.

I told her, in dirty detail, how I had taken off my panties, rubbed my clit in tiny circles, while my left hand began tugging on my lips, then put two, and even three fingers inside, finger-fucking myself while my clit exploded.

By this time, she was seriously pulling and tweaking her nipples. I had gone that far, so I continued to follow her lead, and was squeezing my breasts, and pinching my own nipples. I was getting very turned on watching her.

"Have you ever let someone watch you masturbate?" she asked.

"No. It's just never come up," I said. "But I can't really say I have a problem with it." I added, trying to sound encouraging.

"Have you ever watched someone else masturbate?" she asked.

"Once, in a movie, but I've never had the chance in real life. But the idea turns me on."

She smiled and opened her legs wider. So I did, too. My right leg was touching her left as we stretched out on the bench, and her leg, moist with sweat, began caressing mine.

She grabbed her left breast with both hands, and pulled it up to her mouth, licking and sucking her nipple. Still mirroring her, I did the same with my right breast, using my teeth, lightly biting my nipple.

I felt my pussy lips tingle like they do when I get turned on and I could feel them swelling.

Her hand slipped down lower, and so did mine. We spread our legs wider, reaching down, opening ourselves, staring into each other's pussy. For the next several minutes, I don't know for sure how long, I stared at this beautiful, sexy woman with such a cut, muscular frame. I watched her pleasing herself, as my own hand flew in ever tighter circles over my own clit.

My eyes covered her glistening body, four fingers flat against her pussy, rubbing, pressing, like she was trying to mash it flat, watching her watch me, the look of ecstacy on her face, left hand leaping back and forth between her tits, squeezing them, tweaking her nipples, leg muscles tensing, toes pointing. Then, I just stopped, lost in her rapture as her stomach muscles began spasming in uncontrollable orgasmic bliss.

She slowed to a stop herself, catching her breath, then opened her eyes and stared into mine with a wry smile on her face. I was suddenly terribly self-conscious, with one hand squeezing my tit, the other with the middle two fingers buried inside me, pressed hard against the tiny washboard of my G-spot.

She let out a low growl and sprang at me, startling me. Pulling my fingers out of my pussy, she replaced them with her own, then dove onto my clit, sucking it deep into her mouth, slapping the tip of it with her tongue, back and forth so fast I thought that her tongue had batteries. 

My right hand was now free, so there I was, a boob in each hand, pinching my nipples, my feet planted flat against the bench, my ass raised up, mashing my pelvic bone against her nose. She grabbed my ass with her free hand, to keep connected, to keep me from bucking her off. I came in waves. It was like having multiple orgasms, only one right on top of the other. I had never cum that hard or for that long ever in my life, and she stayed on, sucking my clit, letting me ride her face, staying with me through it all, till my own orgasmic muscle spasms subsided. 

She slowed, and finally let me catch my breath. I became aware of an echo, and realized that it was my own whimpers and moans that had been going on for I don't know how long.

She slid her fingers out and licked them, looking at me with a devilish grin. She took my hand and led me out of the sauna, where the summer heat was suddenly very cold.

We went upstairs and showered together, which was really cool because it had four spigots, two on each opposing wall, one high, one low. We washed each other slowly, and very thoroughly, kissing and giggling like new lovers do.

Then she took me to bed where she taught me something I never expected: the absolute most and deepest orgasms I ever had in my life happened like this: we kissed, I mean those deep, passionate kisses, where you moan into each other, and made out like teenagers; tongues, ears, necks, nipples and rubbing. 

Sometimes we would use fingers, but mostly just GRINDING on each other, thighs covered in each others wetness. I even felt her cum, I mean actually squirt on my thigh. I had heard of women that can do that, but I never expected to actually feel it. 

I tell you, girls, there has never been a more erotic, lustful, sensual, hedonistic, and completely sexually satisfying time, before or since, than kissing that woman, grinding my pussy down on her, feeling her lips open over my thigh, riding my leg like a horse. I can cum just thinking about it, (and had to masturbate three times while writing this).

It was hours later when we finally stopped. Actually, I don't remember stopping, we just woke up about 10 o'clock, drenched in sweat. That's what I remember most about that day: grinding and sweat, kissing and sweat, licking and nibbling and the sweat, hair matted into hundreds of tiny, heavy whips. 

We took another shower, went swimming in the dark, then went to bed again. We were a lot softer that time around, as we had pretty much ground ourselves sore.

That was how we spent most of the summer, and this summer, too. We still work together, and workout together, but don't have sex during the school year when her kids are at home. Spring semester is here though, and summer's only four-and-a-half months away...

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That's it, girls. Thanks for the response from my previous story, and thanks for the pics.  



Friday Afternoon Delight



John sat nervously watching an old rerun of JAG as he watched the clock and anticipated when Julia and Hanna would get their lunch break. His cock was about to bust out of his shorts thinking about them coming to see him. He couldn't get his mind off of what had happened Wednesday when his daughter Julia and her friend Heather had goaded him into showing them the stories he liked reading on the Internet. Julia and Heather had started making out on the bed behind while he read one of his favorite stories to them. Before they went all the way though, Julia's boyfriend had called her and she had rushed of to spend the rest of the afternoon with him. John had hated missing out on what seemed to be about to happen, but he had loved it when Hanna invited him onto the bed to finish up where Julia had left off. Just thinking of fucking Hanna again and remembering the dirty talk she had made to him left John perpetually erect. 

He had been dreaming about it when he woke up that morning. He had to do something with his hard on, so he'd stepped into the bathroom where his wife, Imelda, stood in only her panties applying her make up before she left for work. He had stood behind her and began kissing the side of her neck as he grasped her D cups in his hands and softly stroked her inch long nipples fully erect. Imelda had moaned and begged John to have mercy and that she was going to be late for work. But, John hadn't stopped and instead had kneeled until he was able to peel her panties down her legs and penetrate her from behind as he bent her over the bathroom sink. Imelda didn't even try to muffle or control her screams as John furiously fucked her into an orgasm. 

After he had cum inside her though, she had to furiously clean herself and redo her make up. Once she was gone, Julia had sat down with him at the dining room table to share a cup of coffee with him before she left for school. "Mom seemed as if she was a little rushed this morning," she had said between sips.

John had shrugged and said, "Maybe a little."

"She looked very satisfied though."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Julia had said. Then she had leaned closer and said, "Hanna was very satisfied when she left here the other day too. In fact, she wants to come back today for some more."

John had remained silent, so she continued; "I hope you didn't use it all up on Mom."

John had smiled then and said, "I don't think I did."

"I'll bet you didn't," Julia had replied. 

The door opening brought him out of his thoughts, and Julia and Hanna clambered inside even more giggly than usual. They both came and gave him a tight hug, and John sniffed and recognized that familiar scent. "Have you girls been smoking pot?" he asked.

Julia ducked her head to one side and grinned, "Well, we did share a joint in my car on the way over here. Does that piss you off?"

"Only that you didn't think to share it with me," John said.

"But we did think of that," Hanna said as she smiled and pulled another joint out of her purse.

"Well," John said, "That's more like it."

As Hanna put the joint to her lips, Julia pulled her cigarette lighter out of her own purse and put a flame to the tip of the joint allowing Hanna to suck the marijuana cigarette to life. Hanna took a long hit on the joint and passed it to Julia, who in turn sucked on it twice before handing it over to John. After the three of them passed it back and forth between them until the joint was smoked down to an unholdable nub, Julia took the last bit of it over to the sink and washed it down the drain. It was really good pot, and John was feeling the buzz from it right away. As soon as Julia returned from the sink, Hanna said, "Let's go read another one of that guy's stories, John."

Not being one to argue with what had worked so successfully two days ago, John said, "Sure. What kind of story would you like?"

The girls took each other's hand as they followed him into the bedroom where the computer was and, Julia said, "Read us a girl on girl story. Those get us hot."

John took his place at the computer and the girls sat on the bed beside him just as they had done on Wednesday. John signed into the Internet and opened up Literotica. Then he went to the author index and scrolled through it until he was able to open up a list of stories written by PAUL C. From that list he selected, Full Circle. The story started a little slow sex wise, but it must have had the desired affect anyway, because every time John glance over towards the bed they had less and less clothes on. By the time John finished the story they were laying back on the bed completely naked and softly French kissing. 

John turned to watch them, and as Hanna kissed her way down to Julia's left tit and began to suck and lick her fully elongated nipple, John looked down and suddenly realized that he had his cock in his hand stroking it. When he looked back up to see what the girls were now doing, he found them looking at him. Hanna released Julia's nipple from between her lips and said, "See, girl. I told you he had a nice cock."

Then Hanna looked over at John again and said, "She's got another nipple that needs attention, John."

Shedding his clothes as he went, John crawled onto the bed with them and immediately took Julia's other nipple in his mouth and started sucking it. The whole time he was thinking how Julia's tits were almost exactly like Imelda's. Same size. Same long, pink nipples. Same weight. Perhaps Julia's were just a touch firmer and just a touch less affected by gravity. Other than that though, it would have been difficult to tell them or the rest of Julia's body from Imelda's. Were they in a dimly lit room, John wasn't sure that he could tell them apart at all. That's how much mother and daughter resembled each other. 

As these thoughts waltzed through his mind, John let his hand find it's way to Julia's pussy. He gasped at how wet she was. He loved the feel of her hairless, bare cunt in his hand and made a mental note to himself to persuade Imelda to shave her cunt before the next time they fucked. He slipped one finger inside her and slowly worked it in and out. He continued to finger her with that one finger for a moment before he removed it and allowed Hanna to slip two of her fingers into Julia's wanting cunt. His lips left her nipple that he had been sucking and kissed their way up to the side of her neck to her ear. She moaned as he licked and nuzzled her ear and pushed Hanna's fingers away and entered her with two of his own fingers. He had to take his time and slowly ease them into her. God she's tight, he thought to himself. Then he whispered the words in her ear, "God, Honey. You're so fucking tight. I don't think I'll ever get my cock in there."

Hanna was licking Julia's other ear, and she whispered to her, "Oh, yes he will." 

At this, Julia began to buck up against John's hand. She was so wet that they could all hear squishing sounds as John worked his fingers in and out of her. That's it, he thought. He just had to taste her. She and Hanna began French kissing again as John kissed his way down to her pussy. He slowly traced the tip of his tongue around the lips of her pussy. He dipped his tongue inside and worked it in and out. Fucking her with it. Then he slipped his two fingers back into her pussy and worked them in and out as he allowed his lips and tongue to give their full attention to sucking her clit. At this, she began to buck up and was grinding her pussy up into his face and screaming to the world that she was cumming. "I'M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING. OH FUCKING GOD. I'M FUCKING CUMMING!"

Once Julia's screams had subsided and she had caught her breath, she pushed Hanna onto her back and kissed her friend hard. Again, John was amazed at how well their contrasting looks complimented each other. Julia's pale skin and D cup tits as opposed to Hanna's ebony coloring and small breasts. Julia, tall and long legged like her mother, while Hanna was shorter and more compact. Julia kissed her way down to Hanna's small black breasts and spent a few seconds kissing and licking each of her nipples. Then she kissed her way down to the hairless black lips of Hanna's pussy. They'd shaved their cunts together just the night before. As she licked Hanna's pussy and drove her friend towards climax, she stuck her butt up in the air as an offering. An offering that did not go neglected. 

John commenced kissing her ass cheeks and soon pulled them apart exposing Julia's puckered pink asshole. He licked and kissed it and even partially entered it with the tip of his tongue. He briefly gave thought to taking her there, but, no, that's not what either of them wanted right now. Instead, he positioned himself behind her on his knees and rubbed the lips of her pussy with the head of his cock. He heard her muffled groans as she continued sucking Hanna's pussy while he entered her. He got the head inside and stopped as he felt it stretching around him. When he didn't push further into her, she lifted her face up from Hanna's crotch and told him, "Oh, god, don't fucking stop. Just push it in."

He eased a little bit more inside her and said, "But you're so fucking tight. I don't know if I can."

Julia grunted and said, "Just do it. You're not any bigger than Jeff is, and he gets it inside me. Just push it in. I won't split open."

At that, he gave one long hard thrust forward as she pushed herself back to meet him. And, that put him all the way inside. He let it sit there for a moment as she lowered her face back into Hanna's cunt. They seemed to find a magical rhythm as she drove her ass back to meet his thrusts. He continued stroke her from behind and she continued eating Hanna out until soon Hanna's screams were rising to the sky and Julia's tongue had driven her over the edge into orgasm.

As soon as Hanna finished orgasming, John pulled Julia from her and rolled her onto her back. He grabbed one of the pillows and placed it under her butt and said, "Here. You'll like it better with this."

Then he penetrated her again and drove into her for four or five strokes. Then he pulled Hanna over so that she was lying beside Julia and he placed the other pillow under her butt and he drove his cock into her. He fucked Hanna for four or five strokes before he pulled out of her and fucked Julia for another four or five strokes. Then he pulled out of Julia and asked, "Do you want me to put a condom on before I cum?"

Julia shook her head and said, "No, Mom took me and had me put on the pill a few days ago. I don't need condoms anymore."

Puzzled, John said, "Imelda never told me about that."

Julia returned a kiss that Hanna was giving her and as she broke it said, "There's probably a lot she's never told you about."

I'll have to investigate that at another time, John thought, as he drove into Julia and fucked her for several strokes until she was cumming again. Once Julia finished cumming, he moved over to Hanna and began fucking her again. It only took a few strokes before she was having another orgasm herself. When Hanna finished cumming, he pulled out of her and rolled Julia back onto her stomach. Then he pushed himself back into her and he began to drive into her furiously from behind until at last he felt his own climax coming and he emptied his load deep inside Julia's pussy. He collapsed between the two of them and smiled, thinking to himself that he had found the perfect way to die as Hanna began to suck and bite one his nipples and Julia took his cock into her mouth passionately sucking it back to life. Just as her mother always did when she wanted more.



Friday Afternoon Playtime



It's a Friday afternoon and I arrive home to an empty house, just me and the dirty thoughts that have been bouncing around in my head all morning. I love Friday afternoons, finishing work early and a few hours to myself before the family return and routine takes over once more. I flick the kettle on, and pop upstairs to use the bathroom, entering my bedroom and pulling the curtains across in preparation then I head back down and make a coffee before firing the laptop up and settling down at the table.

I google my favourite porn site and scroll through the list of possible categories wondering what I should chose today, what will float my boat this afternoon. I opt for French, and begin to search through the 1000's of videos available for my viewing pleasure. A screenshot of a couple pops up, her on all fours with his thick cock wedged in her mouth as he holds her hair firmly and fucks her mouth. Yes, that will do nicely and I click play and wait for my screen to fill with sex. 

The video plays from the beginning, the couple speaking in French so I have no idea what they are talking about, not that it matters. They are outside of a wooded area with a shack and before long they are kissing, their hands exploring each other's bodies as he removes her dress, her breasts small with nipples erect and he takes each one into his mouth in turn, sucking and tasting them whilst his hand moves lower to her knickers, slipping inside. Her head is thrown back, moans escaping her mouth as his fingers move under the cover of her knickers before the scene changes and he is stripping off, revealing a long, thick cock which she drops to her knees to worship with her mouth. Her tongue flicks out to taste the pre cum visibly glistening on the head before she engulfs his length, sliding her lips down his length. He stands above her, watching himself sliding into her mouth again and again, to the back of her throat until her eyes well and she begins to gag. 

He removes himself from her mouth and she lays on the floor, her legs wide as he splays her wet pussy open with his fingers, playing lightly over her clit before sliding a finger inside her, quickly joined by a second and then a third, he fills her pussy with each thrust, the lips parted and swollen with arousal as he slams his knuckles against her with each thrust. She toys with her own nipples as he fucks her with his fingers and then he lowers his mouth to her pussy, tasting her wetness with his tongue as he continues to finger her, he lashes at her clit over and over again until she is gasping. 

I can feel my own pussy throbbing with need, can feel the wetness there as I move in my chair and I grab the laptop and take it up to the bedroom with me, I pause the video until I get to my bedroom. I set it down on the bed and stand and strip my clothes off, reaching into a drawer and selecting a pair of fishnet hold ups and a pair of patent black leather heels. I sit on the edge of the bed and slide the stockings up my legs, ensuring they are secure around my thighs before slipping my feet into the shoes and reaching under my bed for the cardboard hat box that contains my selection of toys. I know which ones I will use today and select my favourite glass dildo and my wand, which I plug in before kneeling on the floor at the side of the bed, facing the laptop. 

The couple are now fucking, she is on all fours whilst he slams his cock into her, his thumb is circling her ass and she is groaning loudly as he fills her with his cock. I use the mouse to scroll back through the video, to the part where he was fucking her with his fingers and let it commence playing again, sliding the cool glass of the dildo against my pussy. I gasp at the cold hardness against the hot wetness of my pussy and begin to move it in circles around my clit, watching the couple on the screen, his mouth now on her clit while his fingers fill her, knuckle deep. 

I slide the dildo inside me, feeling the bulbous head opening me before sliding inside, cold and hard and oh so delicious. I slide it in and out a few times, loving the feeling of fullness and then I switch the wand onto its lowest setting, moving it onto my clit as I fuck myself with the dildo and watch the couple of the screen. 

The vibrations feel amazing on my already sensitised clit and within seconds I have to move it away or I will cum instantly. I cease all movement, panting slightly as I fight off an orgasm, waiting for it to subside before I commence again, feeling the dildo sliding inside me as deeply as I can get it whilst the wand sends out the most amazing vibrating pulses against my clit and again I feel the building of an orgasm and move the wand away again, once again waiting for the feeling to ebb, only this time it is much harder and takes longer for the urge to subside enough for me to switch the wand back on. This time I part my thighs a little further, watching the man on the screen running his tongue over his lovers pussy, his fingers wet as he slides them in and out, his mouth glistening with her arousal. 

I begin to slide the dildo inside me again and press the wand back against my clit, this time holding it in place, fucking myself harder as I feel my orgasm rapidly building, I can feel my internal muscles clutching at the glass inside me as it hits and I groan loudly 'Fuck, oh fuck' and I force the wand hard against my clit as my body bucks and trembles with the force of my orgasm, the glass dildo firmly inside me as I cum around it. My body starts to come down from its incredible rush but I continue to hold the wand hard against my throbbing clit, continue watching the scene unfold on the screen in front of me until I feel another orgasm building, bubbling under the surface before bursting forth and making me gasp out loud as the sensation makes every muscle in my body tense around the glass dildo still buried inside me. 

Finally, when my body is sated I blindly reach for the laptop and stop the scene in front of me, allowing the glass dildo to slide out from inside me and I kneel in an exhausted heap with my head on the bed, naked but for my fishnet clad legs and fuck me shoes.



Friday Afternoon's Threesome



This is the story of our adventures this past Friday afternoon. We welcome your comments and e-mails. Unfortunately, there aren't any pictures of our adventure, but we usually take lots of pictures and are interested in trading with other couples. Jill and Logan

The conversation had trailed off and Jill could tell Logan was thinking about something. She inquired as to what, and he said that he would like to do a threesome and asked her if she knew anyone willing to give it a try. She thought for a minute and thought about the time Sandy took pictures of them and ended up naked on the bed with the two of them. She asked Logan if he thought she would be up for it and he said to give it a try. So, Jill asked Sandy if she would like to get together with Logan and herself again, and she said she would love to. It was set, and Logan and Jill discussed the idea with Sandy thoroughly. The boundaries that were not to be crossed had been determined and a temporary agenda had been made. It was set, now all they needed to do was find a location. That would be easy enough, they found a hotel they could get for a decent price and booked a room. Everything seemed to be falling into place. 

Logan, Jill and Sandy discussed the plans for the threesome online. Each of them telling what they wanted to have happen. They would try some bondage, straight sex, oral, all three getting pleased. The room was reserved and they all decided on what time to meet at the hotel and just how things would play out. They would all meet, but arrive within several minutes of each other. Jill would get there first and check in, then the others would call her and find out what room they were in. They each arrived and relaxed at first. Sandy went to work taking the bedspread off the bed and they all laid across it. They relaxed for a bit, but Logan was eager to get started. He couldn't lie still and they finally gave in. Before they knew it, Logan was naked except for his boxers and they couldn't understand why they were both still fully clothed. He laid back down on the bed between them and started making out with first Sandy, then with Jill. 

As he made out with Jill, his hand slowly made it into her pants. The kissing and touching continued until her hand was in his pants too. Then, Logan went back to Sandy and kissed her and began touching her. Finally, they couldn't stand it anymore and asked Logan why they were still dressed and he wasn't. So, they both undressed and Logan took his boxers off. They all got back in the bed, and Logan went back to kissing both Sandy and Jill. Logan kissed Jill deeply and then moved his hands to her wet pussy. His fingers moved in and out of her, rubbing her clit, and his tongue began flicking over her hard clit. He began sucking on her clit and then fucking her pussy with his tongue. Before long, he moved back to pleasuring Sandy, and he tongued her pussy as he had Jill's. They both took turns stroking his hard cock, and as Logan licked Sandy's pussy, Jill stroked his cock. She rubbed her fingers over the head of his cock and rubbed the precum up and down the shaft as she rubbed his balls too. As Logan moved back and forth between the two women, the room began to heat up. 

Logan got off the bed and got the double dildo. His idea was that Sandy and Jill were going to get on each end of it and ride it. It didn't quite work out that way, but the afternoon was hot just the same. Sandy laid on her stomach as Logan started moving one end of the double dildo in and out of her. He rubbed her clit a bit and then began slowly fucking her. She bucked her hips up against it and met his every thrust. Then, Logan told Jill to get her vibrator. Jill got off the bed as Logan continued fucking Sandy with the dildo and got hers. She got back on the bed and laid there and watched Logan fuck Sandy. He then looked at Jill and told her that the vibrator didn't look like it was doing much good just laying there and he slowly slid it into her pussy. As he licked her clit and fucked her pussy with the vibrator, Sandy stroked his hard cock. Then he went back to fucking Sandy with the dildo, before moving back to Jill again. Sandy got off the bed and got her vibrator, as Logan continued fucking Jill with her vibrator and licked her clit, working on her pussy, he finally made her scream out with pleasure as she came with waves from an orgasm. He kept working on her pussy, licking her, rubbing her clit and fucking her with the vibrator until she came a second time as she sucked his cock. 

Logan then moved back to Sandy and started fucking her with the double headed dildo again. He looked at Jill and the question was in his eyes as to whether she wanted to ride the other end of the dildo. She shook her head no, and he continued fucking Sandy with the dildo as Jill fucked herself with the vibrator a bit more. After fucking Sandy for a while, she moaned with pleasure, and she began licking and sucking Logan's cock. As Jill kissed him, Logan asked Sandy if she wanted to swallow. She said that she would and she sucked him until he shot his hot cum deep down her throat. He kissed Jill again and then they laid there and rested for a few minutes. 

Logan then told Jill and Sandy they could tie him up. They both looked at each other and gave evil grins. They tied his arms to the bed by slipping a piece of robe under the mattress and tying it to the sports cuffs they had put on his wrists. Then, they cuffed his ankles together and blindfolded him. They took a few pictures of Logan like this, then with a vibrator in each hand. Then, they went in the bathroom to decide what the game plan was. They decided to tease Logan until he couldn't stand it any longer, and they began licking and sucking his ears before moving to his nipples and licking and kissing up and down each side of his body. His hand found its way between Jill's legs and as she kissed and licked him, his fingers made their way to her pussy. They made sure not to go near his hard cock, but they did notice that he was extremely hard and did kiss his stomach, right above his cock. They continued kissing up and down his body until finally they began with Jill sucking his balls while Sandy licked up and down his cock, then Sandy moved to sucking his balls and Jill sucked him. As Sandy continued sucking him and rubbing his balls, Jill kissed him and he asked her to let him lick her pussy. She straddled his face and as she rode his tongue, Sandy continued sucking his hard cock. 

Finally, Jill got off his face and he said to wrap it and ride it. Sandy continued sucking him a bit longer before they decided someone would fuck him. Jill got a condom and slid it onto Logan's hard cock. Then she climbed on and began riding him. Sandy wouldn't watch them fuck, even though Jill wanted her to. After Jill rode for a while, she asked Sandy if she wanted to. She was a bit stand offish at first, but finally, she gave in and decided to climb on his cock and ride him. She met his every thrust and he ask that Jill lick his balls. Sandy warned her that she wasn't to get close to her ass, but there was no way to do it otherwise. They finally untied Logan and Sandy kneeled on the bed as Logan entered her from behind. Jill got on the floor and as he pumped his hard cock in and out of Sandy, Jill licked his balls and he spanked Sandy's ass. Her head between their bodies, Jill sucked and licked his balls, and the more she did, the more turned on she got. 

Logan continued fucking Sandy as Jill licked his balls until finally he couldn't take any more and he shot his hot load of cum. Jill and Sandy rested on the bed a bit while Logan recovered and as he was packing his rope back up, he slapped their asses with the rope. He packed all of his stuff up, and they rested for a bit before getting dressed and packing their stuff up to head their separate ways. It seems this may be the another adventure of them and the possibility of it being repeated in the future is great. The three of them left the hotel and headed to their respective destinations, only to tell each other later how much they enjoyed the time together.