2 comments/ 44850 views/ 3 favorites Frustration Relief By: Build_it_write This is the third feature in a short series of true stories. My biggest critics so far, have called attention to the fact that I spend a great deal of time telling about the peripheral items, conditions and circumstance. This one is no different. To me it is extremely important to build a case for why the main characters were at that particular place, in that state of mind at that precise time. The geographic region, the climate, the demographics and the economy were all huge contributing factors in this story. However, for the impatient reader, who only wants to get to the sexual acts, this introduction in boring and unnecessary. For that reason and for those readers, I have broken the story into four segments; sub-titled (1) The Introduction (2) The Get Acquainted & Proposition (3) The Main Event & (4) The Conclusion. Of these; the "introduction" contains no sex at all, the "get acquainted" has very little sexual dialog and no action, the "main event" contains all the action and the "conclusion" has sexual dialog only. As a "Literotica" member and author/writer, I can monitor how many times a story has been opened, but I cannot tell how long you kept it open and how many pages you read. Therefore I cannot be offended by you skipping certain portions. As always, your comments and feedback are most welcome. The Introduction: This is a true story that happened just a few years ago in McAllen, Texas. As you will learn by reading any of my other stories, I am in the commercial construction management business. In the last 25 years, that business has taken me literally from coast to coast and border to border. This was one of several trips to the southern border, as McAllen is less than 10 miles from the Rio Grande River and the border of Mexico. This was actually my second trip to McAllen, as I had completed a job there approximately 10 years earlier. The first project lasted several weeks, where I did not travel home on weekends because of the distance and cost. Being there for that long, including Memorial Day Weekend, I explored the surrounding areas and thought I would be well prepared for my second visit, even if it was a decade later. I was wrong! Oh, there was some familiarity alright, but where orange groves were located 10 years before; there were now 6 lane streets, shopping centers, hospitals, restaurants and apartment complexes. (and even a new tittie bar, but that's another story) I later learned that McAllen is the fasting growing city in Texas, but that does not tell the entire tale. It is the largest city in Hidalgo County, but the county has numerous other towns and cities, boosting the county's population to several times the number of people that actually live inside the city limits of McAllen. The 100 mile or so, stretch from Hidalgo County to where the Rio Grande River spills into the Gulf of Mexico, is referred to as the "The Rio Grande Valley" or "The Texas Valley" or if you are already in Texas just "The Valley." Experts in such things claim it is not even a valley at all; it is actually a delta or a floodplain. (but that's another story) My parents, who are now deceased, would take 1 and sometimes 2 week trips to this area several years ago, where they would meet up with my uncle and aunt. My uncle was a retired wheat farmer and he and my aunt would escape the cold winter weather on the plains of the mid-west to fish, relax and bargain hunt in this warmer climate. Upon returning from these trips, my mom and dad would be full of stories and have plenty of pictures of the many vegetable farms, citrus groves and sometimes the fish they caught. They would also tell about the many people they had met during their vacation, who were "wintering" in "The Texas Valley." Most of them were from a much colder climate like Minnesota, Illinois, Wisconsin, Iowa, Michigan, etc. During the mid to late 70's, my parents used the term "snow birds" to describe these winter vacationers. However, upon my very first drive into McAllen on US Highway 281, I noticed a billboard sign saying, "WELCOME WINTER TEXANS." It seems that, at some point in time, the local business community recognized, these people were pumping millions of dollars annually into the local economy and subsequently started welcoming them with open arms. Many businesses, and not just RV Parks, were dependent upon these winter Texans to survive. Most of the northerners who had both the time and resources to winter in the Texas Valley were retired. Because of their age, they had more medical needs than the average younger, local, full time resident. Like with my relatives, bargain hunting was also a popular pastime. Maybe the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) influenced the "across the border" shopping opportunity, but I am not sure. Regardless, the Mexican town of Nuevo Progreso became a popular destination because of its easy entry point and central location. It is located just south of the small Texas town of Progreso and the larger town of Mercedes. The business district of the town was bunched up within a few blocks of the River/Check Point/Bridge, so it was easy to park in Texas and walk into Mexico to shop. Compared to some other border towns, it was also very safe and "gringo friendly." The main street was lined with markets, souvenir and curio shops, liquor stores, and at least one very nice restaurant. You could buy almost any item imaginable, made from every conceivable textile, mineral, wood or animal skin. Everything from clothing, to boots & shoes to furniture to trinkets, could be found in some of these shops. However, one of the most popular attractions was the abundance of dentists, optometrists and pharmacists in Progreso. In Mexico, these products and services could be purchased at a fraction of what the cost would be in the United States. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Or in this case, the hospitals or the patients! As word spread and these "retired" winter Texans flooded to the Valley for seasonal retreat and to buy medical supplies and services in Mexico, there became an increasing need for modern hospitals and specialized medical treatment on the Texas side of the border. Before long, the Texas Valley was a hotbed for the most modern and advanced hospitals, treatment clinics, doctors and technicians, all specializing in the latest medical treatments. Many people, who would have previously gone to Houston for treatment at M.D. Anderson Cancer Center, were now choosing to go to the Texas Valley because of the more favorable climate and the availability of these cost saving pharmaceuticals just across the border. I guess cosmetic surgery is (or was) popular also, because I saw a young lady at a Chinese Buffet one day, wearing a T-shirt with the message, "Get Tight -- Feel Right" on the front and the (apparent) explanation, "Laser Vaginal Rejuvenation" on the back. (but that's probably another story) Although the opportunity to find "bargains" in Mexico made the area popular, there were also huge amounts of Mexican shoppers, spending huge amounts of Mexican money on the Texas side of the border. A random trip to any of the major grocery stores, discount stores, shopping centers or malls might show over half of the cars on the parking lot to have Mexico registration. Many of the retailers actually accepted the peso for payment as well as issued change in this Mexican currency. They would even post a sign with the daily exchange rate. Almost all clerks, salespeople, restaurant servers, customer service personnel and anyone else, whose job included communicating with customers, were bilingual. On any given day, you might overhear more conversations in Spanish, than in English. Of those people in the area who only spoke one language, it seemed there were more Spanish speaking people than English. I also learned that if a major retailer had multiple locations and one of those was in the McAllen area, that location would be at the top, or very close to the top, of the list in gross sales. Sometimes they might be beaten slightly, if the same retailer had a similar store in Laredo; which is another Texas/Mexico border town 140 miles upstream from McAllen where Interstate-35 crosses the International Bridge. While these things almost guaranteed high sales volume, the demographics of the region provided an abundance of inexpensive labor. Many retailers considered the Texas Valley as the most lucrative of all the available markets. The project I was to build was a relatively small but very "high end" specialty shop, for a new client. The "new" portion justified me being there as opposed to me sending someone else. I needed to learn as much as possible about this client and their stores, preparing for much more work in the future. This was to be the very first store carrying that brand name, located anywhere in the area, and because of the local retail economy, the anticipation of its success was paramount. We were destined to be the very first store to open in a brand new, large shopping center, but we actually started the project a little too early. The developer for this center was new to that role, as he had made his fortune in another business and thought owning a shopping center would be a good investment of capital. To complicate matters, he was acting as his own contractor and had hired someone to supervise the project that was not experienced nor qualified enough for that position. I have always been amazed at people thinking they could be their own contractors. (but that's another story) After a few weeks, the store we built was 100% complete, including inventory and staff, but could not open for business. The City would not issue a Certificate of Occupancy due to the lack of a Fire Lane to be built by the developer. Tension was mounting on several fronts and there had been numerous and various meetings involving me, the developer, the leasing agent, the retail business managers, many different City officials and other interested parties, trying to find a quick resolve to this dilemma. Although my responsibilities as the contractor would normally include procuring the C of O and delivering it to the store, there was a question about me staying in town after our portion of the project was complete. It seemed no one wanted to bear the cost of the additional compensation and "out of town" expenses as well as what general contractors categorize as "general conditions." About 4 pm one afternoon, I was on my cell phone, talking to one of my associates about our predicament. I was in front of the store and there were several store employees inside arranging merchandise. Their cars were parked in marked parking spaces nearby, so the front of the business, inside and out, gave every appearance of being "Open" for business. The missing paving for the fire lane was at the rear of the buildings and not visible from the street. The anxiety of the situation created nervous energy, so I was pacing around as I talked, but always within 30 feet or so of the store's front door. I had stopped briefly in the middle of a marked handicap parking space, directly in front of the store, as I was completing this conversation. The Get Acquainted & Proposition: Just a few seconds before I would have hung up anyway, a black Lincoln Navigator parked in the space next to me. The car had approached from behind me, turning to the right and into the parking space, so I didn't see the driver at first. The windows of this black SUV were tinted dark, making it difficult to see inside from my position next to the passenger side. Several seconds after the car came to a stop, the front window on my side rolled down and the woman driver said something I could not fully understand. I held up my right forefinger and silently mouthed the message "just one minute." I stepped forward to get closer to her, but only in an effort to hear her over the traffic noise on the busy street and to acknowledge her presence. I finished my conversation by saying, "There's a good looking woman just pulled up here and I'd rather talk to her than to you, so we'll just talk again in the morning." As I flipped the cell phone closed and directed my attention to this lady she said, "Oh, you didn't need to do that, I was just asking if they were open." As she said this, she pointed to the front door and the employees working inside. Even though I had greeted this lady in a friendly and cordial manner, because of my level of frustration, I'm sure there was some amount of exasperation in my voice as I answered her question about the opening. I said, "No ma'am, we can't get a certificate of occupancy until the shopping center is a little further along." In an effort to communicate better without interference from the street noise, I had placed my cell phone back in the belt clip and leaned forward, placing the heels of my hands against the window sill. My nose was about where the window glass would be if it was in the up position. She kinda wrinkled up her nose and squinted her eyes in a questioning expression, so I continued, "The store is actually ready to open and it would be open, but there is some paving not in yet at the rear of the center, so there's not a continuous fire lane to the next street." With that, I pointed toward that street, probably 200 yards away. She then showed an expression of disgust, rolled her eyes somewhat and slightly shook her head as she said, "That's just my luck." At times like this, the effort should always be to win this person over as a customer for your client, so I said, "I'm really sorry; believe me, you are not the only person wishing we could open."---"I was supposed to leave town and head back home today, but now I have to wait and see what happens with the C of O." She said, "Well shit, I've been watching this thing being built since the 'Coming Soon' sign went up. I used to shop at one of their stores in Austin." Now this lady was showing a little more tension than was warranted by the store not being open and I suddenly realized she might have picked up on that from me. In an effort to calm the moment, I tried to change the focus of the conversation by saying, "Oh, are you from Austin?" while showing some interest and excitement in my voice and expression. I had been to Austin several times and was thinking it would be easy to express a common fondness for the State Capital of Texas. She gave me that same disgusted look as she answered, "Yeah, born and raised; even went to school at UT, but it looks like I'm living here for now!" Her tone and expression showed obvious dislike for this arrangement. As we talked, she had placed the gear shift in park and turned the CD player to a very low volume, but everything else stayed the same. When speaking of the store, she would look that direction and gesture with her right hand. When I pointed toward the side street, she turned briefly and looked that direction. The remainder of the time, she maintained eye contact with me and kept her left hand poised at the top of the steering wheel. She was easy to talk to and I am not exactly sure who was leading the conversation; it just seemed to move along steadily. I was not familiar with the Lincoln Navigator SUV, so during this initial interchange, I took the opportunity to scope out the car's interior and as well as the driver. The car could not have been cleaner if it had been on a showroom floor. The leather seats looked and smelt new and there was not even any dust on the dash or console. It could not have been more than several days old, maybe a few weeks at the most but it was obviously well kept. The same could be said for the driver, she looked well kept. She wore an expensive looking black pleated skirt that left her knees exposed, but no more. Her white silk top had buttons in the front, but because the overlap was turned the other direction, it provided no glimpse between those buttons. The silky material was just translucent enough to show hints of a white lacy bra underneath. She was about 32 to 35 with neck length hair that hung naturally to frame an attractive face. Maybe she was not a rival for the most beautiful model in the world, but she was pretty and certainly easy on the eyes. Her hair was about as dark as it could be and still look natural as were her eyebrows. Her skin was smooth and creamy colored, as if she spent very little time in the sun. Her eyes were big and looked like a kaleidoscope of several brown shades with a little green or hazel sprinkled in. The way her hand was positioned on top of the steering wheel, it seemed to purposely display her wedding rings. The center stone was at least 2 carat and the smaller diamonds on either side of the main feature would have served as the solitaire in many rings. She wore what appeared to be a lady Rolex, presidential watch on her left arm, but I'll admit I'm no expert at judging which model she wore. On her right hand and wrist were a matching set, ring and tennis bracelet, both displaying a continuous row of diamonds. I could not see a necklace but even without one, her hands and wrists looked like a commercial for a jewelry store. However, none of it looked gaudy on her and she did only have the one ring on each hand. Under different circumstances, I might have been intimidated by her money, but she had approached me on my turf, plus there was something about her openness, tone, vocabulary and gestures that put me at ease. Her statement about living here for now had piqued my interest, so I asked, "So, what brought you to McAllen?" She looked at me quickly with those big eyes and with a straight face shot back, "281!" I had to chuckle at her wittiness in referring to "US Highway 281" that actually does bring you into McAllen from the North. At that point, any tension or apprehension that might have existed between us would have been gone anyway. My interest was now rampant, so I asked again, "Seriously, you seem to be more suited for Austin than McAllen, why did you move here?" Again she gave me that roll of the eyes and the same look of disgust as she said, "My husband; He's a doctor and the hospital here made him … AN OFFER YOU CAN'T REFUSE!" As she quoted that line, she tried to dramatically imitate the old gangster movies which might have contained such dialog. She then continued, returning to her previous tone, "The money is good alright, but money isn't everything and if you don't have time to enjoy it, what good is it." Now the true origin of her frustration was starting to unravel. She went on to say, "He's at the hospital from daylight 'til dark almost every day and then when he does come home he's too tired to go anywhere, so he just sets in front of the TV watching the News Channel for a little while and then goes to bed." Now this was getting interesting, "And what do you do while he's at the hospital working?" "Mostly drive around and look for ways to spend his money and piss and moan about being here. At least in Austin I had friends I could hang out with!" To this day, I do not know why I said what I did, because it is so out of character for me, but without even thinking, I said, "What you need is a good fuck buddy to keep you occupied while your husband works." Without even changing her tone or expression, she said, "Do you know where I can find one?" I then pulled out every dramatic expression, voice tone and gesture in my repertoire. I took a quick half step backward and looked at my left wrist as if there was a watch there. Then I gave her a befuddled look and grabbed my cell phone to look at it, as if checking the time. Then with the phone still in my hand, I leaned my head further into the window than before and said, "I don't have anything to do for the next couple of hours, if you're taking applications, I'd like to submit mine!" Frustration Relief She then smiled a little and asked, "Where are you staying while you're here?" I told her the name of my motel and added, "over on 281." "Why don't I just follow you over there and get your application?" Then she gave me a little wink. "That works for me; I'm driving that GMC; there's only three or four turns and I'll make sure to give you plenty of notice with signals." She continued to smile and said, "Lead the way." When I got to the motel, I parked as close as possible to the front door which was the only means of entry. There were actually three other glass doors for emergency exits; but I knew from experience, you could not open any of them from the outside. Even though there was an empty parking space beside where I parked, she pulled the Navigator up to the rear of my truck and waited for me to come to her. Initially, I was convinced she had second thoughts and decided to decline my offer. She had stopped where her driver's door was just off my left tail light and rolled her window down. As I approached her expecting to hear some explanation of why she could not go further, she inquired "Do you mind if I park around back, just in case?" "No, I don't mind; why don't you park around there and I'll go through this way and let you in the door on that end." As I was talking I was gesturing toward the end of the motel least visible from the freeway or the side street. "That way you won't have to walk through the lobby." She smiled and gave me that little wink again, saying, "Don't keep me waiting." I grabbed my computer case from the back seat of my truck and hurried through the main lobby, down the hall past my room door and continued to the emergency exit on that end. I actually got to the door from the inside before she got there from the outside. (I know what you are thinking, but I was not running) I waited until she was a few feet away before pushing the door open and holding it while she entered. As she passed me I noticed she was about 6 or 7 inched shorter than me and smelled faintly like expensive cologne. Just then, I realized I didn't even know her name and she did not know mine. She stepped past me a couple of feet then paused. I helped the door to close slowly, so it would not make such a distinctive noise in the empty hallway, then reached out my hand and quietly said, "I'm Jim, by-the-way." She shook my hand and said just as softly, "Madeline, but my friends call me Mattie" I asked, "Can I be your friend?" Her smile was her only answer. As we both moved away from the door, she turned to walk beside me but never lost contact with our right hands. She lifted my arm and in an almost dance like move, pulled it to around her neck and continued to hold my hand in front of her right shoulder. At the same time, she looped her left arm around my waist and tucked herself under my right arm to snuggle briefly until we reached my room door. I was still holding the computer case with my left hand but I squeezed slightly with my right hand and arm, turned toward the door and then just stood there for a few moments. I took a deep breath and whispered, "I really hate to break this up, but the door will not open itself and I really do need to get the key card." She let out a soft giggle and in a tone I had not heard from her before said, "Maybe I can help!" Then, this Mattie took her right hand and reached across our bodies to grab a hand full of each pectoral muscle before acknowledging I had no shirt pockets. Then, as she placed that hand back on mine, used her left hand to grab my left ass cheek and squeeze firmly. She giggled again and in this new tone, "I kinda like this; I hope I don't find the key too soon." I said, "It's in my wallet" before she could start checking my front pockets standing there in the hall. "Darn, why did you have to give it away?" She then proceeded to take a very long time in locating, identifying and removing my wallet from my right hip pocket. Once she got it out, she said "Do you mind? My husband don't like me touching his wallet." I told her, "Go ahead; I'll just keep an eye on you." As she opened the wallet, the key card was easy to locate, so she removed it and opened the door while I kept my right arm draped around her shoulder. We turned enough to wiggle through the door and stepped inside before breaking our embrace. She then replaced the key card into the same location and closed the wallet before handing it back to me; instead of trying to replace it into my tight back pocket. The Main Event Because I had stayed at this motel for so long, they had set me up with a first floor room on the back side away from the noisy traffic. It had a king size bed, a sofa, coffee table, desk, microwave and a refrigerator. The bathroom was the first thing on the right as you entered the room and just past that door was a small alcove with a clothes rod and hangers. I proceeded to the desk to lay down my computer, but Mattie hesitated just as she passed the clothes alcove, allowing her a view of the entire room. As I placed the computer on the desk, I noticed the refrigerator and turned back to her to say, "I'd offer you a drink, but I'm afraid all I have is a couple of beers." She said, "That's OK, I'm not thirsty" and continued as she checked that Rolex, "I only have about an hour, so why don't we just get on with the interview?" I was still waiting for something to go wrong, because this just does not happen to me. I said, "I'll be ready in just a minute, just let me get these boots off." I set down at the desk chair as Mattie grabbed a couple of empty hangers from the clothes rod and turned toward the bathroom. I didn't see the bathroom door close and when the light came on; it continued to shine into the entry area. I figured privacy and modesty was not really important to her, especially at a time like this. It took a couple of minutes to remove my lace-up, high top, steel toed work boots. After they were off, I went to the bathroom door before removing any other clothes. I got there just as Mattie was placing a hanger, holding her blouse onto the shower rod. She still had her skirt on but her panty hose were folded neatly and laying on a folded towel on the vanity top. She had removed her shoes and placed them under the edge of the vanity. She turned her head toward me and grinned, "Can't a girl even get undressed in privacy; give me just a minute will you?" Seeing she was starting to undress in earnest, I retreated to the sofa and removed my jeans, socks and golf shirt. I was standing there in my dark blue boxer shorts as Mattie came out of the bathroom in her white lace bra and lacy bikini cut panties. That was all she wore as she had even removed all her jewelry. She was slim and trim, pretty and neat and just about the epitome of elegance, even in her underwear. I'm sure my expression resembled a brook trout floating in a mountain stream as I said, "WOW!" She placed both hands at the bottom of her bra cups and lifted her small tits. She looked at me and half smiled as she said, "Sorry if you were expecting big boobs, this is all I've got." I was trying to follow the same light hearted joking theme she had started in the hallway. I filled my voice with as much irony as possible and replied, "Damn, and I was wanting to tittie fuck you!" Suddenly, her eyes and facial expression seemed to light up with what I thought was some combination of shame, embarrassment, anger and lust. "I guess you'll just have to pussy fuck me instead!" Her language and the sudden tone change took me by surprise and I could not come up with a reply. She probed, "What's the matter, you don't like YOUR girls to talk nasty?" "No it's not that at all, I was just afraid I'd offended you." "You didn't offend ME; I just wish my husband would talk like that sometimes…God, just ONCE I wish he would throw me down on the bed and say 'Lay your ass down right there, I'm gonna fuck the shit outta you!'…If he talks about sex or my body at all, he uses clinical terms like he's talking to a patient or his nurse." Now, the entire source of Mattie's frustration was revealed and defined. At the height of her sexuality, her husband moved her away from her familiar surroundings and friends, then abandoned her needs to chase the almighty dollar. She was wound up as tight as a two dollar watch with sexual needs akin to someone who had been incarcerated for several months. By this time she was standing on my side of the bed about 6 feet from me. I took one step toward her and then hesitated just long enough to drop my boxer shorts, leaving me totally exposed. I guess now was her turn to "brook trout" because she stood speechless with eyes transfixed on my midsection. I continued to walk her direction until we were virtually face to face. The back of her knees were only a few inched from the edge of the bed, so I placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her backward. As she hit the bed, I said, "Let's get those panties off, I want'ta eat your pussy." Suddenly her hands and my hands were so busy; I am not sure who removed her panties. I think either one of us could have done it quicker if it was not for the other's interference. Somehow her panties came off revealing a dark and natural bush above dark brown labia. Her pussy was about as wet as it could possibly be and I just attacked it with every portion of my mouth. I looped my arms under her knees and pulled her legs up and out at the same time, leaving her displayed like the specialty item on a desert tray. I licked, probed, sucked, slurped and licked some more. She had the most pronounced clit I have ever seen. It was almost ¾" long and as big as my little finger. I pulled it between my lips and alternated between sucking, licking and kissing. I placed my lips loosely around it and drew in a deep and strong breath while vibrating my lips. This caused her clit to vibrate almost like letting the air out of a balloon. Then I went back to the licking and kissing. No more than a minute after I started, she got even wetter and started moaning, "Oh shit…oh shit…OOOOHH SHIITTTT!!" and shuttered to an orgasm. I tried to continue licking but she suddenly placed both hands on my forehead and pushed saying, "Oh god, oh god, no… please give me just a minute…it's really sensitive right now…OK…I'll be alright in just a minute…I just hadn't cum like that in a long time!" She was almost panting as she warned of her condition. I backed off and gave her some space, letting her legs fall back to a more relaxed position. Things had happened so fast and furious once I approached her; I had not realized our exact position. When I backed my face away and released her knees, her feet went all the way to the floor and came to rest just outside my knees. Without realizing it, I had moved to my knees on the floor at the side of the bed. Her hips were right at the edge of the mattress and she just seemed to relax momentarily in what I would consider less than a comfortable position. She looked and sounded like she was doing breathing exercises. Her mouth was only slightly open, but she would draw a deep breath, hold it a couple of seconds and then release it strongly and deliberately as if she were trying to blow all the seeds off a dandelion. When I am with a new sex partner, my biggest enjoyment is giving them pleasure. (You can read a more detailed explanation in the story of "My Neighbor Jessica") I had definitely reached the first milestone with Mattie. We had never even turned the bed covers back and the bedspread was still tucked in, under the pillows. I always carry my own goose down pillow with me on these extended trips out of town, and the room maid had left it on top of the other pillows and bedspread. Mattie had fallen a little closer to the pillows than the foot of the bed. My knees were not enjoying the carpet at all, so I stood up and moved outside her left knee. As I did, she pulled her legs slightly closer together but her position still did not look comfortable. I took the few short steps to the bathroom and grabbed a dry hand towel to wipe my face before returning quickly. Then, I laid down across the foot of the bed on my right side and just watched her breathe for a little bit. Her hands were in loose fists at the side of her neck; just below her ears as if it was a part of the breathing exercise. My position put my now rigid cock about even with the lower portion of her bra. At that moment, I realized we had never removed her bra and it was the only piece of clothing between the two of us. Lying on my side, I supported my head on my right hand with my elbow planted against the mattress. From that angle, I was looking down across her face, her bra covered breast, midsection, bush, and upper thighs before her legs disappeared off the side of the mattress. With the white bra being the only piece of clothing, I began to notice it more. The position of her hands and arms give the bra and her boobs a slight squeezing affect. As I looked closer, I realized I was mostly looking at her bra, as her boobs had spread and flattened from her laidback position. There was a small gap between her sternum and the center of the bra and it was not from being pushed outward by her tits. Although there was lace around the top of the cups and on the straps, the lower portion of the cups was a very thick spongy type material. OMG, she was wearing a padded bra! I don't think I had seen one since high school. Before long, her breathing returned to near normal and she began to move herself into a more comfortable position. She scooted more onto the bed, turned to her left side facing me, before drawing her knees up into a fetal position. She squeezed her left knee between mine and placed her right knee on top of mine. The support of her head with her left hand mirrored mine with my right hand. She was still somewhat lower than me, so she reached her right hand up and touched my mouth, barely touching my nose. She started a very slow journey across my mouth, chin, neck, chest and midsection. As she was doing so, she started talking, "I'd just like to know what school you went to, to learn to eat pussy like that?" There was that new tone again. "Why? Did they do good? "Yeah, they did real good…and, I bet you were valedictorian of your class…AND, I bet it was a woman teacher!" I just smiled as I had been paid one of the greatest compliments in the world. By that time, her hand bumped the head of my cock and she grabbed the shaft firmly but carefully. I am circumcised, so the skin is not as loose as with uncut cocks. She gripped just firm enough to move the skin back and forth a fraction of an inch without causing any pain by the tightness of her grip or the amount of her movement. As Mattie administered to my cock, I reached behind her with my left hand and started fumbling with the clasp on her bra. Even though it had only one hook and eye, it took several seconds to unfasten because, being right handed, I am not as dexterous with my left. When the bra strap popped loose, she looked up at me and said, "I'll take it off, but you have to promise not to make fun of me." She then moved into more of a sitting position, letting the shoulder straps fall down her arms, but holding the cups firmly in place with her forearm. She repeated, "You have to promise." Silently, I took my left forefinger and marked a cross over my heart. She grabbed the left cup with her right hand and pulled her left arm out of the shoulder strap. Then she tossed the bra off the bed as the right strap cleared her elbow. She returned to jacking my cock as before, then looked back up at me to say, "You promised, remember?" I was without words. She had virtually no tits. There was an area about 4 inched in diameter where the center had probably 1 inch more tissue over her rib cage than at the perimeter. The center of the circle had a nipple that was almost as pronounced as her clit. It was about ½ inch in diameter and stood out about ½ inch, maybe more and she had no areola at all, just the nipple. I must take a momentary break here to add that one of the things I admired (and still do) about her is; In spite of her obvious budget and her husband's contacts, she still chose to not have breast enhancement. Or at least in MY mind, it was a "Conscious Choice" on her part. I guess she picked up on my speechlessness so she said, "They DO have one benefit for you, though." There was that tone again; it seemed to have a twang about it. My curiosity was piqued, "What's that?" "In order to compensate for being flat chested, I learned to give the best blow jobs in Austin, Texas!" With that, she pushed me over onto my back and dove at my cock with even more abandon than I had shown in eating her pussy. After several seconds where she almost swallowed my entire cock in between slurps, sucks, slobbers and licks, she pulled back for a breath and said, "God I had forgotten how much I love to suck dick!" "Don't you suck your husband?" She pulled back just long enough to moan, "NO, but if he would ever eat my pussy like you just did, I'd blow him 5 times a day!" She then resumed her most enthusiastic activity. Mattie was doing such a fantastic job, I was thinking I would not last much longer and was about to tell her I wanted to try her pussy before I cum. I started out by saying, "You ARE good at that..." But before I had time to continue… She pulled off again, just long enough to say, "The class of '89 voted me as having the flattest chest, but giving the best blow jobs on campus." Then resumed the job she seemed to like so well. "Did you blow EVERYBODY on campus?" She looked at me with a wry smile and twinkle in her eyes, "Naaah,… there's several of the girls I never sucked off!" I laughed hard enough to suppress my urgency to cum. She had won a point and seemed to enjoy this one-upmanship. She again returned to her "claim to fame" and who was I to argue. In another true story I quoted a friend as saying, "Once a person reaches a certain plateau in their area of expertise, they do not deserve to be compared with anyone else!" I think I can name or at identify in some manner, the 5 best blowjobs I ever received. The only Qualification being, one person can hold only one position, regardless of the number of blowjobs she has given me. I cannot say for sure what position Mattie held, because of the different styles and circumstances used when comparing. One thing is for certain though; she was definitely in those top five. She pulled up again and gave me that same twinkle and smile, "I think you are hard enough now; I'm goin'a ride this thang!" She wasn't asking permission, she was just warning me of what was about to happen. She set up and moved back some before saying in a firm tone, "Turn around and get in the middle, I don't want to fall off the end of the bed." Again; who was I to argue? I quickly turned and pulled the pillows out from under the bedspread, throwing the center one to the side of the bed and replacing it with my goose down. As I settled on my back with my head buried in the down pillow, she mounted me like a jockey would mount a race horse. I was still adjusting pillows and bedspread when she grabbed my cock and inserted it into a very tight, but extremely wet pussy. The first time she squatted down about half of my cock entered her. She lifted up until just the head was in, and then settled down again. This time maybe ¾ of it went in. She lifted up again and the third time was a charm as they say; she had me buried 'til we were grinding pubic bone to pubic hair. As she reached bottom, Mattie almost grunted, "God you're a lot bigger than my husband; I forgot what it was like to have a cock like this." Then Mattie started fucking. I didn't say we started fucking, I said Mattie started fucking. I have had sex with girls or women in the past where I did all the fucking, while they laid mostly motionless. I have had sex with girls or women where we were mutually striving to reach a climax, as with my neighbor Jessica. Frustration Relief Me, saying WE were fucking would be like Kyle Busch or Dale Earnhardt, Jr. bolting a molded seat with a 5 point seatbelt harness to the passenger side of their race car and taking me for a 180 mph ride around Talladega Superspeedway AND THEN me saying, "WE really did drive that car fast." Mattie was FUCKING and I just happened to be along for the ride. She would lean forward, supporting her upper body weight with her arms and just use her hips to move up and down to massage my cock with her pussy lips. She would lean way back and support herself with her hands on my knees and rock back and forth grinding our pubic bones and hair together allowing maximum penetration. She would set up straight and rotate her hips in a circular motion with me buried deeply. She would set still and just flex her muscles causing her pussy to grip my cock as if there was a hand in there, while smiling at me with that mischievous grin of hers. Occasionally, a person's expression perfectly conveys their thoughts. As Mattie was flexing her muscles, her smirk and eyes were saying, "I bet you're wondering how I can do that, aren't you." After switching back and forth and alternating several times, she leaned further forward, grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head off the pillow. As she leaned, she didn't completely disengage our coupling, but almost. She stuck a nipple in my mouth, and said, "Do you want'a suck my little titties?" I closed my lips around her nipple and sucked hard, stretching the nipple as far as it would go. She pulled back until the suction broke then immediately fell forward saying, "Bite it!" I bit down a little to hold tighter and sucked even harder, but trying by best not to hurt her. She pulled back again but again the bite and the suction released. She quickly fell forward, sticking the same nipple in my mouth and grunted through gritted teeth, "Goddamnit, I said bite the muthafucker!" I bit again, just knowing I would feel and taste blood in my mouth at any second. She pulled back again, stretching her nipple and tit to almost equal a "B" cup. She held that position a few seconds and then let out a grunt similar to a weight lifter trying to bench press 20 pounds more than their personal record. In the midst of the grunt she jerked away and as my teeth clamped shut without the nipple, she made an expression similar to Jennifer Nettles singing "Why don't you stay" and fell down for another full penetration. Then she started shuttering almost convulsion like. If the feeling had not been so enjoyable, I would have wondered if she was possessed. Just as I thought she would pass out from some medical condition, she stopped perfectly still for just a second and then absolutely flooded my entire pubic area. I had never been with a squirter and because of her position with my cock buried to the hilt, she didn't really squirt, but I am convinced that if she had cum like that while on her back, solo, she would have soaked the ceiling. Even though her climax was overwhelming, she started talking immediately. I'm not sure if her greatest emotion was surprise or embarrassment, but she started apologizing profusely saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, oh my god, I'm sorry, OH shit, give me just a minute and I'll clean you up, OK." I suppose enough adrenaline overcomes and changes almost any emotional or physical condition. That may not be the case, but it is the only explanation I can come up with, because even though this orgasm was much stronger than when I was sucking her clit, her recovery time was almost instantaneous. I am pretty sure that my most overwhelming feeling was one of awe. I tried to reach out and comfort her, but she slipped away from my grasp as she lifted up and fell to the side before rolling off the foot of the bed and almost ran to the bathroom. I figured she would want some privacy again, so I just laid there trying to figure out what had just happened. I could hear water running. It sounded like it was hitting the sink and then it would be partially muted like it was being diverted. Then I would hear the sound of it hitting the bottom of the sink again. This happen over and over again. It sounded like she was doing her laundry in there, but she didn't have any laundry to wash. In a couple of minutes, my hard cock had mostly wilted and Mattie returned with a wet, hand towel folded in her hands plus a dry bath towel around her neck, draped down almost to her waist. She spread my feet apart with her hands and climbed onto the bed between my legs before settling back on her haunches. She then took the hand towel and started cleaning my cock and balls and several inches in every direction. The cloth was very warm and felt really good. She was moving my cock in all directions with her left hand as she cleaned me with the warm towel in her right. Her manipulation of my cock made it rise again quickly. She then started wiping the bed spread under my balls, saying, "Oh my god, the fucking bed is SOAKED…What did you do to me, rupture something?" "Don't try to tell me you have never cum like that before!" She let out an exaggerated sigh, saying "Maybe I have, but it's been a long time and I wasn't worried about cleaning it up back then." She then placed the hand towel aside and removed the bath towel from her shoulders. She folded it in half cross ways before continuing, "Here lift up and let me put this towel under you." I planted my feet and picked my butt up off the bed as she stretched the towel between her hands and slid it under me. My hard on had completely returned by then and my movements caused it to bounce in front of her face. She looked at it closely, and then looked at me as that mischievous twinkle returned to her eyes. Then she lurched forward and quickly licked the tip of my cock like a lizard catching a fly. She then grabbed it and started that jerking motion again as I relaxed and lowered my butt to the towel. As Mattie returned to jacking my cock, she said, "You never did cum, did you?" "No, but that's OK." "Bull Shit, it is! You lay right there; I'm fixin' to give you the blow job of YOUR life…AND you can cum in my mouth…I SWALLOW!" There was that country twang again. It seemed like Mattie's voice tone, dialect and vocabulary were connected to a toggle switch. At the unnoticed flip of that unseen switch she could quickly go from the highly educated and well spoken socialite doctor's wife to an uneducated country hick slut. Albeit a hick slut with the wit and humor of a TV host. I don't know how much of her "University of Texas, Campus Cocksucking Slut" story was true. Obviously it was not 100% correct, based upon the student population exceeding 40,000 in the late '80s. However, her blatant exaggeration and the way she presented it only added humor to her claims. Regardless, there was no denying this woman's ability to administer a world class blow job. She licked, slurped, sucked, plunged, backed off and spit on it and plunged again. She tickled underneath my balls with the fingers on one hand as the other was flat against my pubic hair with my cock next to the webbing between her thumb and forefinger. It was almost as if she was pushing the area of my pubic hair out of the way so she could get more cock in the mouth. She deep throated me twice with very little sign of gagging. In no more than a minute, I was humping my ass off the bed trying to get deeper, as if Mattie needed help. I groaned at the inevitable orgasm, but was not able to get any words out. She seemed to get the message loud and clear; because she stopped with her lips clamped tightly around the shaft, just behind the head of my cock. She moved her right hand closer to her mouth and started that short jerking motion that felt more like a vibrator than a hand. As I released, she looked up at me as if to read my actions and held my cock firmly as she swallowed. I could feel her tongue and lips as she extracted the cum from my cock. After the initial spurts, she backed off but continued to hold my shaft, only more gently now. She seemed to watch it closely as if she was "reading" its current condition like a golfer would "read" a green. Mattie had obviously been involved with more than a few male orgasms before. She seemed to know exactly what to expect and how to handle it in the way that was the most enjoyable for her partner. She knew that although the blasting of cum was complete, the leaking was not. This was a true demonstration of "Tender Loving Care." She would be very gentle in using her thumb to work the cum up from the base of my cock and to the very end. As a drop would exit, she would either engulf the head and swirl her tongue around it or she would simply lick at the very end, removing that droplet. This went on for several times until I was completely empty and clean and my cock was becoming flaccid. Mattie reached for the wet hand towel and gave me a cursory wipe down; then scooted up toward my face and said, "Will you kiss me now?...Don't worry, it's all gone… see?" With that she opened her mouth wide to show she had swallowed everything. Then she attacked my mouth with her mouth, displaying almost as much vigor as she had shown during the blow job. Our tongues were dueling as our lips were mashed together. After about 2 minutes of kissing, she broke the connection and said, "Thank you, I really needed that!" I was still trying to figure out if she meant the kiss or the entire connection when she looked at the bedside clock and said, "I really gotta go. I need to stop by the grocery store and pick up a few things so I'll have an excuse for being late." The Conclusion She then rolled over to the side of the bed and started to the bathroom, grabbing her panties and bra on the way. The water started running and similar to before, it sounded like she was doing her laundry. After just a few minutes she called out to ask, "Do you mind if I use your hair brush?" "No, use anything you need." I was needing to piss by this time, so I got up, put the blue boxers on and started to the bathroom. When I got to the door, Mattie was dressed in her bra and panties again and leaning against the vanity brushing her hair while looking into the mirror. I asked her, "Since you have already seen me anyway, do you mind if I take a leak?" "Not at all" I stepped past her and lifted the lid of the commode before pulling the front of my boxers below my cock and balls to relieve myself. Just as the stream hit the water in the bowl, I looked to my right and saw Mattie watching my reflection in the mirror. She noticed me watching her watching and said, "I can't believe you are doing that…my husband says he can't piss if I'm watching him." I said, "I'm sorry, I really needed to go." "Don't be sorry, I'm just glad it's not something I'm doing wrong." As soon as I completed my task, I shook the residue off my cock and pulled the boxers back into place. Then I turned to Mattie and said, "You haven't done anything wrong since you parked beside me almost 2 hours ago." She smiled a very contented smile and as she handed me a wet wash cloth, said one more time, "Thanks, I really needed that." I wiped my hands with the cloth she had so thoughtfully handed me and stepped closer holding out my arms. Mattie stepped to me and we hugged like long lost lovers. Then she pulled back, looked me in the eyes and with all the humility, sincerity and appreciation you can possibly have in your voice and expression, the socialite in her said, "I really do appreciate everything you did this afternoon. I'm not sure what I am going to do now, but you have certainly opened my eyes to a few things. You were just what I needed today." She then gave me that mischievous grin again and flipped that switch before reaching down to grab my cock through my boxers with her right hand. The country hick slut said, "And SO WAS THAT!" I wasn't sure what to say or think, so I went back to the sofa and started to dress. As I was doing so, I began replaying some of the events of the last couple of hours in my mind. The entire thing was so spontaneous; I failed to notice some of the details as they were happening. Oh, I've had a few one night stands and have even picked up some girls in bars and clubs and either gone to their place or to mine for the express purpose of having sex. I have even had sex in a car or pick-up truck in the parking lot of those clubs and bars. These events would usually involve hours of drinking when neither one of us would have total control of our thinking. But this happened in the afternoon when neither of us had been drinking at all. We had agreed to go to my motel without even knowing each other's name. Mattie had parked her brand new Navigator at the end of the motel and when I saw her approaching the glass door, she wasn't carrying anything. No purse, no cell phone and no car keys; nothing. I remembered her holding my hand with one of her own and then grabbing my ass with her other hand, so she could not have been carrying anything. Neither her black skirt nor her silk blouse had any pockets. Although we had joked about becoming fuck buddies, we came into the motel room and almost immediately started undressing. We had not even kissed until after she had cum twice and me once. We had never discussed or even considered protection against pregnancy or STDs. With her being married to a doctor, I was probably safe, but she knew nothing about me and hadn't even asked. Of all these things, her empty hands confused me the most. Most women will not even go into McDonalds or a convenience store without their purse. She had borrowed my hair brush and she was getting dressed in my bathroom without any of her own personal toiletries. What about makeup, lipstick, toothbrush? I did have a big bottle of Listerine on the vanity, but would she be willing to use it in lieu of a toothbrush…She had just swallowed a mouth full of my cum. Should I approach her and inquire about any of these questions or maybe offer to go get something from her car or the vending machines? I really liked this lady, even though I had only known her for a couple of hours. Plus, because of my first marriage, I could sympathize; if not totally empathize with her martial situation. I was dressed by that time, so I started to approach her in the bathroom and at least offer anything she might need. Just as I started her direction, Mattie came out of the bathroom fully dressed and wearing a huge smile. She had replaced all her jewelry and she looked every bit as elegant as when I first saw her. I guess her hair only needed brushing because there didn't seem to be a single strand out of place. Her eyebrows were so dark and her eyelashes were so long and dark, she really needed no eyeliner or mascara. Her skin was so flawless, she needed no makeup. When she was naked or nearly naked, her dirty talking was arousing. Now that she was back dressed in designer clothes with probably $50,000 to $60,000 worth of diamonds and gold hanging off her, it seemed a little out of character to hear her say, "I really hate to fuck, suck and run, but I gotta get home." I chuckled again and added, "You are a classic!" "Classic? Isn't that one of those OLD cars? I reached out my left hand and took her right one as I took one step toward the door and said, "Come on, I'll walk you to your car." She smiled and went back to being a socialite, "You're such a gentleman; most men would be between the sheets, snoring by now!" As we approached the door I just had to ask, "Where is your purse…and your cell phone?" "Locked up in my car; I didn't come here to buy anything or to talk on the phone, so I didn't figure I needed them." "What about your car keys?" She pulled her hand away from mine and with her forefinger extended, started punching an imaginary key pad while saying, "Coded Keyless Entry!" Then she grabbed my hand again. By this time we were at the glass emergency exit door, next to where she parked. I asked, "Just what did you come here for?" Pushing the exit device and then holding the door open for her before taking her hand again. "Oh, I wanted to see if your cock was as big as it looked in those tight Levi's when you were standing there talking on your cell phone." That sounded mostly like the socialite. She was a master at one-upmanship. "So YOU were checking ME out then?" "Of course!"…"I knew dat damn store wuddent open; I gotta college degree; I can read da fuckin' sign on thuh door." I may have lost count, but I think the score now was about; Mattie 6, me 1. Maybe I was scoreless except for the fantastic sex. She pulled away again and punched the code to unlock the door of the Navigator. She opened the door and climbed in very ladylike without showing any unnecessary amount of leg below her black skirt. I was really enjoying seeing what her next comeback would be. She always seemed to have one and I never knew which character would speak next. I asked, "Really… What is you degree?" She looked me in the eye and rocked her head back and forth like a bobble-head doll; then in her best "California Valley Girl" voice said, "Master in the Science of Blow Jobs!" Mattie - 7 I could only shake my head at this witty woman whom I am certain could earn an honorary doctorate in the art of fellatio at any university campus in the world. She opened the center console and removed keys from the purse inside, then proceeded to crank the Navigator. As she reached for the gear shift, I leaned down and asked, "Do I get a kiss before you go?" I fully expected to hear "which lips" or something just as bold. Instead, she leaned into me and gave me a very sensual but non-sloppy kiss full on the mouth. When she pulled away and placed the gear shift in reverse, I stepped outside the swing of the door and then closed it for her. I just stood there with mouth gaped and watched the black SUV drive to the street. She caught an uncustomary opening in the traffic, allowing her to pull all the way to the left turn lane and head toward the freeway. I took a couple of steps in the direction of the glass door and then realized; I could not open that door from the outside. As I headed around the motel on the sidewalk toward the main entrance, I saw the black Navigator go under the overpass and turn north up Hwy 281. At that moment, I realized I never got her number and didn't even know her last name. I didn't know where she lived or which hospital her husband worked. My only hope for seeing her again was if she showed up at either my jobsite or the motel before I left town. As I entered my room, I stepped into the bathroom to survey its condition. I first thought that between the two trips to the bathroom, Mattie had used all my bath towels and I would need to get a fresh one in order to take a shower. That's when it caught my eye. There on the vanity top, were her pantyhose still folded neatly and laying on top of a folded, clean bath towel. The next morning, I started receiving phone calls by 8:30. The real estate rep' for the retail store had gotten with their legal department and discovered the landlord was in default of the lease for not being ready for the store to open when we were complete with construction. That lawyer had contacted the leasing agent for the landlord and made him aware of this clause. This did a couple of things; (1) The store would receive 4 days free rent of every day of delay to opening and (2) The landlord's leasing agent had committed to personally pursue the Certificate of Occupancy in the store's behalf. That relieved any obligation I had to stay in town and with no one wanting to bear the additional expenses, I really needed to get back home. I went to the store and talked to the general manager, informing her of this new arrangement. With the pretense of making myself available for any future need, I left her several business cards, stating for her to not hesitate calling if ANYONE needed to reach me. Frustration Relief Of course I was secretly hoping Mattie would visit the store and inquire about the "very nice contractor she had met" and the GM would give her my business card. I went back to the motel and started the process of moving out of my room. That is more difficult than you might think if you have never actually "lived" in a motel of several weeks. By 1:00 pm I had checked out of my room and was heading north up US 281. I hit US 59 at the small town of George West and headed on east toward Houston, thinking about the afternoon with Mattie as I drove along. It was dark by the time I got to Houston, but the good news was, the rush hour traffic had diminished some. Regardless, I was tired and decided to spend the night there before continuing my journey. To this day, I have never heard from Mattie again. I kept the pantyhose for quite a while, but they are gone now. I have even briefly considered taking a vacation to McAllen and try to find her. Or, maybe I will just go to Austin and see if I can find any UT graduates from the class of '89. I can see it now; I'm setting in a restaurant in Austin, Texas and notice a man at the next table wearing a Longhorn ring from '88. "Excuse me sir, I was noticing your ring; class of '88 huh? I met someone from the class right behind you; do you happen to remember who gave the best blow jobs on campus back then? Frustration Relieved I sat in a chair in a corner of the room and watched my wife and the two male strippers. Her blouse was undone and she wore no bra as she sat on the edge of the bed. The blond, entirely naked, sat behind her. He pushed aside her skirt, reached between her long, golden legs and stroked her shaven pussy through the black, lacy thong she was wearing. The other naked stripper, a brunette, slowly gyrated in front of her, his large circumcised cock just inches away from her face. She had been nervous at first, but had relaxed as their performance had heated her up. We had paid for two strippers to come to our hotel room. From the outset we had planned on living out one of our shared fantasies by her seducing them. She wasn't sure it would work, thought maybe the strippers would be too scrupulous to indulge in sex with their clients, that maybe she wouldn't be pretty enough to interest them in more than a paid show. She's mulatto, half black and half white, with slender legs for miles, gorgeous breasts and the cutest little butt I've ever seen. I hadn't shared her doubts; it turned out I was right. They'd started out tamely enough, simply taking their clothes off in time with the music and having her feel their chests. As she'd responded more and more, they'd looked over at me. I'd nodded and they'd grinned. They'd become less and less restrained, eventually playing with her breasts and she'd fondled them through their g-strings. Now her breaths came in shudders and her eyes were almost closed as she surfed on waves of sensation. Her mouth drooped open; her tongue snaked out and undulated searchingly for the treasure in front of her. Finally, her tongue made contact with his cock, slipping around his head and the sensitive spot underneath. He thrust his hips forward and she stretched her mouth wide to take him into her. She spread her legs further to allow the blond stripper better access to her pussy. He made good use of it. I could see that he had pushed the fabric covering away and was pushing a finger inside her. She let the cock slip out of her mouth and gasped. She reached up and took hold of the brunette's cock for better control, then reached behind her and started stroking the blond. I couldn't believe I was watching my own wife handling two huge cocks at once! I watched transfixed as the brunette's cock slid in and out of her mouth. This had started with a story she told me of her younger days. She had been practically a virgin when I met her, but one of her few experiences had been with an extremely endowed guy. My wife is normally rather reserved and modest, but she told me that his size had turned her on so much she had practically raped him. Unfortunately, he had been so large that they had trouble getting it in her. Then they had been interrupted and she'd never had another chance to get back with him. It had been one of the most frustrating and disappointing moments of her life. When she'd told me the story, I'd been surprised to find that it had excited me to the point where I was squirming by the time she'd finished, visions of her impaled on a huge pole filling my mind. I had always thought that guys who fantasized about their wives making it with other guys were strange, but I had to admit that it turned me on. I told her about it, and we shared fantasies, which had led to many bouts of incredibly hot lovemaking. But this was the first time we had ever done anything like this. The three of them found a rhythm, the brunette in and out of her mouth, the blond fingering her, and she moving between them. After awhile, I could see that she was starting to get impatient from the way she was grinding against the blonds hand. Shortly, she gently pushed the brunette away from her and stood up. She unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall, then slipped her thong down. Her butt hung right in front of the blond so he started kissing it and caressing it with his hands. The brunette leaned forward and started sucking on her beautiful breasts. My wife ran her fingers through his hair and tossed her head back, her eyes closing. She let out a loud gasp as the blond's finger once again found her very wet pussy. She slipped her blouse off her shoulders, turned around and bent over to take him into her mouth, presenting an enticing view for the brunette and I. He touched her pussy and when he found that she was ready, he placed the tip of his cock at her entrance. He really was huge, ten inches long and must have been two inches thick. He rubbed it back and forth across her dripping slit for a second to add to the moisture from her mouth that already made it glisten, then started to push it in. She let out a strangled cry as he slid all of the way in. She let the blond's cock slip out of her mouth for a minute as she clutched the sheets and shook her head back and forth spastically in orgasm. I found myself letting out a whimper myself, my own cock rock hard and vibrating in harmonic sympathy as I watched her transported to the realm of animal desire. But I didn't want to come until I could be with her again, so I mostly kept my hands away, although I kept finding myself unconsciously masturbating as I watched. He was working up a full head of steam, his heavy balls slapping against her butt as he drove in and out. She clenched and unclenched all of her muscles as he did. The blond stroked her hair and she remembered he was there. She attacked his cock with her mouth like she was ravenous, engulfing as much of him as she could, taking him deep into her throat, moving rapidly up and down. She stopped to lick some pre-cum from his tip. A sheen of sweat covered all three of them, and both of the men were starting to get close now; the blond's hands started clenching in her hair and the brunette's pumping was getting faster and more frantic. My wife's sucking sped up as well until the blond's body stiffened as he orgasmed, my wife's mouth clamped on his cockhead. She gulped greedily and shuddered as another orgasm hit her. Just when she stopped shaking, the brunette decided it was his turn. He pumped hard a few times then thrust forward hard and stopped. My wife yowled, thrashed and spasmed as he filled her, then collapsed on the bed. The brunette withdrew with a soft pop. A trickle of semen slid from her. The blond's now flaccid cock was near her mouth so she took a few licks good-bye. The two men got dressed, gave her a last kiss, shook my hand and left. I went over to the bed and looked her over. Cum was still leaking from her pussy, there was a bit more on the corner of her mouth. She looked up at me and grinned. "Did you like that?" she asked. I smiled and showed her my still-hard cock. "I have never seen anything so sexy, so beautiful in my life. How about you, did you like it?" I laughed. I already knew the answer. She laughed back, turned over on her back and opened her arms for me. I slid into her; she was loose and slick, but I needed release so bad, it didn't matter. She had one last orgasm as I came, then we drifted into contented sleep, smiles on our faces. Frustration Relieved You have been so naughty lately. I'm not sure why but it has become unacceptable. I had thought that the first night of punishment would suffice. I knew that the sting on your bottom was significant followed up by me taking you aggressively, refusing to allow you to come to orgasm. I want nothing more than to pleasure you yet I've found this to be effective when you get in this mood. As the days progressed, you began to give in. Four days with time in the corner has brought you back to me. I had promised five days and am now in a dilemma. You are so beautiful and as always, do your best to seduce me with your secret weapon. I know that without my steady hand you become reckless, which is bad for us both. At the same time I just want you so badly. "Perhaps if I just frustrate her enough this last day, I don't have to spank tonight," the thought reiterates in my mind. Although I don't want to commit and not follow through, I yield to my own desire. It's morning and the grey dull light creeps ever so slowly into the room. As usual I've been up for hours but this morning I lay next to you quietly, watching you sleep. Blond locks of silky hair caress your face and I am so taken aback by your peaceful slumber. I wanted you so badly last night after the punishment. I had taken you into my arms and kissed your tears away. I could feel your body pressing into mine and knew that you wanted me. Your wellbeing is paramount and even if it means denying myself, it is worth it. The rain is falling steadily and by now its nearly 11. I decided you really needed your rest and cancelled our brunch plans. You have been stirring for a bit and my soft kisses are working. I have you in my arms and the warmth from your back on my chest is driving me crazy. When my hand finds its way between your legs, I feel you wake slowly. Without opening your eyes you say "Good morning." "That feels nice," you purr. Without a word I continue my work. I feel you begin to open up and can tell you are ready. I slide myself into you slowly and feel exactly where I need to focus. The rain and the sound of your soft breath are mesmerizing and I come to when you begin to swell up for your release. I cease my slow steady rhythm and deny us both. How I want it so badly but I know that this is the fifth day and I need to follow through. "Where are you going," you say, catching your breath? "To make us coffee. It's Sunday and our shows are recorded." I look deeply into your ocean blue eyes and you understand what I'm doing. I find your favorite silky lingerie and drape it across your naked body. "I want you to wear this please. It's a cold, wet day. Lets snuggle up, yes?" I kiss your breasts and neck before forcing myself to walk away. It was Sunday as usual. You're covered up with your blanket and coffee. I can't keep my hands off of you and take every opportunity to touch you. I want you so badly as your eyes continue to seduce me. "Why the lingerie?" you ask, knowing full well that I cant resist you. "For easy access, Miss Pierce," I reply as I kneel before you, my warm hands finding there way up your thigh. "That's what I thought. What are you going to do about it Sir?" you tease. "Spread yourself open for me please Miss Pierce," again in my demanding tone. My tongue knows exactly where to go and your back arches to confirm. I've wanted to pleasure you so badly and for you to stop with the bad behavior. I slide my fingers into you and your body welcomes me. I am intoxicated by the act and once again come to right before your release. I abruptly cease the ceremony and again deny us both our craving. "Lets get dressed and go out, Belle. I'm starving," I order. The day has slipped by in a sultry blur of rain and kisses. You know that I can't resist you and your slow, methodical efforts to seduce me are taking their effect. I can't figure out how it's cold out yet you still manage to wear the sexiest dress. I am doing my best to resist and put on the best act I can. "No panties, right Miss Pierce?" I ask, with the last of my efforts to retain control. "Have you seen my ass lately Sir?" again with that defiant spunk. I take a breath and tell you how beautiful you look. Stunning. "Good. Behave and that cute bum of yours doesn't get blistered," I say with the best defiant spunk I could come up with of my own. "Lest go eat you gorgeous pain in the ass!" Our favorite little bistro is warm and relaxing. I of course called ahead and reserved our booth in the back, beside the fireplace. You know when I sit next to you, its because I want to play. I have already made my way up your thigh when our wine arrives. "You two look awfully cozy," our server comments, having no idea what is taking place out of sight. I order for us and continue my slow tease. I know I have promised five nights of spanking but have begun to question myself. Yes you have been naughty but I have also slacked off. I have allowed myself to become distracted with work and have not been as attentive as I should. We both know what you need and perhaps I failed. "I'm sorry and promise to be good. Please don't spank me tonight," you beg. It is already clear I am smitten and your perseverance has taken its toll. I smile and you know its over. The food was delicious and I studied your every move. The way you liked your lips after a sip of wine. That look in your eye like a cat that ate the canary. Brushing a lock of hair off your face and playing with your earing. "Were leaving NOW!" I leave money on the table and take ahold of your arm. "Right now? What's the rush?" you banter, knowing full well why. The five-minute ride seemed an eternity with you encouraging my erection. Were both crazed by the time we make it into the house and clothes cant come off quick enough. I have you naked with your hands on the wall before I even know what I'm doing. Your body welcomes me instinctively and with desperation I enter you. How I have craved making love to you but this was different. All the while doing my best to punish and leave you frustrated has had the same effect on me. My vision blurred and I'm only conscious of you receiving me with expert care. Each thrust more intense and until you call out my name. With one last effort we come, our knees week and unsteady. Slowly we separate and I find you in my arms. Your smile and the afterglow have flooded my soul. "I love you so much, my princess" I gush. "Lets go upstairs. I'm nowhere near done with you bad little girl". You giggle "Good." Your seduction successful.....frustration relieved.