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Full of Surprises

By: BM6ft4in



On my way to the bedroom, I pass by a doorway and see you standing there with your back to the door. You are listening to music and fiddling with something I can’t quite see. 

I pause for a second to admire the view. I’ve always loved watching you, especially when you have my favorite shorts on like you do now. You have a grace and beauty that never ceases to fascinate and excite me. When I met you 10 years ago, you were the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. The same holds true today. 

I still can’t tell what you are doing, but decide that whatever I was going to get from the bedroom can wait. Seeing you there like that has awakened other desires in me. I carefully sneak into the room avoiding the floorboards that I know make noise. 

I slide up behind you and put my hands around your waist. The funny thing is that you don’t seem the least bit startled and melt into my arms as I bury my face in your neck and hair. It was almost like you knew I was there. For a half second I ponder what gave me away and then forget about it as I become absorbed in the sensations of holding you. 

I start moving my hips to the beat in unison with yours. I can feel you pressing yourself into me, careful to linger on my growing excitement. You turn around and our mouths rush to meet each other. 

It’s a slow kiss, our tempo matching the beat of the music. The pleasant sensations of our soft lips caressing each other, building into the quick darting of our tongues through half parted lips. The deepening of our kiss as the passion of our embrace increases. 

Our hands are roving over each others bodies now, seeking out the sensitive and favorite spots. The beat of the music increases, seemingly matching our own intensity. 

Even though we have done a thousand times before, each time feels as new as the first. Although now there is now fumbling or awkwardness as we seek to find the clasp that bind each other’s clothes.

I can feel you teasing me with your tongue while using your hand to slowing stroke me. I want to reach out and touch you, but the only part of you that I can reach is your head. So I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure that you are giving me as you take me into your mouth. 

I’ve never had anyone work me the way that you do. You know how to build me up to the point of bursting and then back me back down so that I don’t. Apparently today you want, me to burst because after a few times of bring me up and down you feel the familiar pulses that indicate I am about to burst. 

Seeing that I am about to burst only cause you to increase your efforts until they are rewarded with spasms and spurts of my body succumbing to the orgasm you so skillfully induced.

I reach down, bring your mouth to mine and kiss your passionately, thanking you for the pleasure that you have bestowed unto me. 

Now it is my turn to return the favor. I slowly work my way down your body, kissing every inch of you as I go. I have always been amazed at how you have managed to keep your skin so soft over the years. I could cover you in kisses forever, but right now I’m a man on a mission. 

I lie down on the floor and bring you to my face. For a moment I don’t do anything but sit and savor the smell of your excitement. Then I start tracing you with my tongue, looking for those non obvious special little places besides that drive you wild. You are not the only one who has learned a thing or two over the years.

I push my tongue deep into you and use my arms to spread your legs wider. After some deep thrust with my tongue I focus on your button. At first I just tease it a bit, then slowly start to focus more and more attention on it until I feel your legs start to shake and quiver with your impending orgasm. 

I am quickly rewarded with the pleasure of an orgasm coursing through your body. I stick my tongue in your as far as it will go wanting to feel your orgasm as it runs its course throughout your body, careful to make sure my lips are not resting on your orgasm sensitive parts.

You move and your mouth is on mine. I can taste our juices intermingled between us. Your breasts are crushed flat against my chest, nipple still hard from your orgasm. I can feel myself coming back to life and slowly start massaging your back. 

I’m fully back to life now and position myself so that I am between your legs. I start moving my hips lubricating myself with your juices. Feeling that you are ready for me, I use my hands to spread you, while you use one of yours to guide me into your warmth and wetness. 

We are not in any rush so I enter slowly, savoring the feeling as I make my way deeper inside of you. You raise up off of me a little so that I can penetrate deeper inside of you. I pick my head up to suck on one of your nipples so nicely on display of me. I use my tongue to swirl it around in my mouth and then give it a gentle nibble. 

This seems to completely re-ignite your passions as your start moving your hips faster and faster. You sit up a bit straighter pushing me deeper inside of you. This pulls your nipple from my mouth but you don’t seem to mind as I make my way deeper inside of you. 

I grab you from behind and use my hands to help position you so that I am rubbing against your spot inside. I take a quick moment to use one hand to feel myself going in and out of you. I am slick with your wetness. My hand there seems to encourage you to become even wetter as I feel your juices running down me. 

The only sound in the room is the sound of our passion. The slapping of skin against skin, moans and squeals of pleasure, the sounds of your wetness as I slide in and out of you. 

I can sense your orgasm building up, I about to burst too. You start contracting on me and get so wet that there is almost no friction anymore. But that just excites me all the more. Besides I’m getting the pleasure I need from feeling myself rub against your spot. 

Suddenly I feel you get even wetter as you get overcome with the pleasure of your orgasm. That sends me over the edge and I feel myself releasing deep inside of you as my own body starts to react to the pleasure of my orgasm. This seems to trigger another one in you as I can feel you contracting on me with renewed vigor. 

You collapse on top of me, pressing your breast flat against my chest and kiss me tenderly, little after quivers still running through your body. I can still feel them inside of you. I put my arms around you, squeeze you tight and tell you how much I love you. 

I roll my head over to the side and get a glimpse of what you were working on before I came into the room. What I find pleasantly surprises me and causes me to begin to get hard again inside of you. 

You can feel me getting hard and open your eyes to see what is causing me to rise to attention again. You follow my eyes and see that they are resting on what you were working on before I disturbed you. You look back at me, give me a knowing smile, kiss me passionately and let your body respond to the swelling hardness inside of you. 

I look one last time at the red record light of the camcorder sitting on the edge of the table and then start kissing you passionately. My last thought before giving into my own passions again is too thank God for how truly blessed I am to have such a remarkable woman into my life.

Full Of Surprises



My wife Callie and I had been married for about 17 years at the time, and almost since the beginning of our relationship I had this fantasy about her being with another man. I suppose it is because she is far too good in bed to keep to myself, and she has this underlying nympho personality that is just barely being held back.

At the time she had long curly blonde hair and had just come home from a week at the beach with a great tan and was looking really awesome. She is about 5'6" and her weight is just right for her height, and she has a great ass and the sexiest legs I've ever had the pleasure to get between. Her tits are 36 C and have large perfect nipples. Up to this point she had a few brief encounters with a couple of different guys, and our sex life went into overdrive during her escapades. But she didn't make it a point to keep that lifestyle active and there would be long stretches between encounters.

I had always encouraged her to flirt around and had made it a point to let her know that she could take things as far as she liked. The only stipulations were that she never spend the whole night with anyone, and that I got to hear all the details during our sex after she arrived home. Much to my disappointment, she hardly ever took me up on my offer of sexual freedom.

This particular night, we were in the kitchen preparing dinner, and the discussion turned to sex, as I have a tendency to lead things that way quite often. I told her that since she never took advantage of the freedoms that I gave her that I might as well take away her "permission slip" to fool around and we would just forget my fantasies.

That was when she dropped the bomb!! She looked me right in the eyes with this devilish grin and said " You might want to let me keep that "permission slip" for a while, there is this young programmer named Jeff at work that has really been flirting with me pretty hard lately, and I'm getting interested"

Well at that point I was instantly hard as a rock, and told her that I wanted ALL of the details!!! She laughed and told me that he was only about 23 years old, really cute, and pretty shy and inexperienced with women so she was intrigued by the idea of maybe teaching him a few things. I told her to go for it as long as I got all the juicy details after every session they had together. Her reply was "we'll just have to see where it leads, he is really pretty shy and I don't know if he'd really go through with it, but if anything happens you'll know everything.

That evening we had really incredible sex, and the whole time we were fucking I was telling her to imagine that she was fucking Jeff, and to fuck me like she was going to do him. She was so wet and hot!! She really gave me the best sex we'd had in a very long time.

A few days passed the following week and we discussed it briefly a few times, and my hopes were starting to fade. Then on Thursday she called from work to tell me that Jeff had asked her to stay late and meet him in his office after everyone had left and was I sure it was OK. Of course my response was "do all you are comfortable doing, and to have all the fun you'd like." 

She was about an hour and a half late getting home that night, and the whole time I had these mental images running through my mind of what they could be doing. When she finally arrived home, she was a little flushed and her hair was slightly messed up, so I knew right away that things had gone pretty far.

I could hardly wait for the details! I asked if she had enjoyed her "overtime", and got an emphatic YES! She was very excited and started to tell me little snippets of their first encounter. 

They waited for everyone to leave and then she went into his office and closed the door. He walked over, locked it and they started kissing, he was fondling her tits through her clothes, getting her very hot. She had worn a skirt that day so he had easy access to her juicy cunt, and he took full advantage of it. He ran his hand up her leg and played with her hot pussy while they made out, and she reached down to feel his cock through his pants. That's when she got a really pleasant surprise, he was huge! She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to expose a rock hard eight and a half inches that was so fat that she had to use both hands to reach around it!

By this time she was soaked and her juices were running down her hot tan thighs. She moved him over to his chair and sat him down, turned facing away from him, and stood over his massive cock, slowly lowering herself down onto the head of it. She'd never had one so huge before and was a little unsure she could take it, but she was also very excited, wet and determined to take it.

She went very slowly and after a while got his massive head inside her, and then went to work on taking more of him, stretching her cunt to it's maximum. After several minutes she had about half of him inside her, and her cunt was really flowing. After a little more work she had finally taken the entire length of him inside her and was in ecstasy!! 

I guess at this point I should mention that my wife has incredible muscle control, she does pelvic exercises every day and has the ability to really squeeze a cock like no other woman I've ever seen, she can actually squeeze from the bottom of a cock to the top and back down, not just a regular "squeeze and release." So she managed to slowly ride his huge cock up and down a few times, and then she slid her slippery cunt all the way down and started her squeezing technique on him. 

He had never experienced anything like this before and she was driving him absolutely wild!!! They did this for a few minutes and I guess they both got a little nervous about having sex at work, so Callie slowly slid up off of Jeff's monster cock and gave it a kiss on the head and straightened herself up. They decided that they had to do this again, only in more comfortable surroundings. 

They made plans to meet at a motel in a small town just north of our city and spend the evening really letting loose and spending more time exploring each other much more thoroughly.

I was sitting on the couch while she was standing in front of me telling me all about her adventure, so I reached out and slid my hand up her awesome thigh and found that she was literally soaked almost all the way down to her knees. I asked if they both came and she told me that they were both a little nervous due to the surroundings, but she looked down at me with a mischievous gleam in her eyes and simply said "I'm sure that when we meet again he's going to make me cum like never before" 

Then she took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom and playfully slipped her skirt off, revealing her soaked undies, she slid them down her luscious, wet thighs and kicked them off as she lay down across the bed and motioned for me to join her. I was getting ready to go down on her neatly trimmed cunt when she pulled me up her body and guided my cock inside her. She held me there and gave me a big squeeze and said "you know that if I start fucking Jeff all the time that my cunt is going to stretch to fit his giant cock, are you OK with that?? Because I really love the way he fills me up." 

My immediate answer was "go ahead and fuck him every chance you get, with your muscle control I'm not worried about you making your cunt bigger, you'll just have to squeeze my cock a lot more when you are fucking me and telling me how many times he's made you cum" 

Her response was to squeeze my cock and say "OK, because I have a feeling that he's going to own my pussy, so you're going to have to get used to sharing it with him." She then squeezed my cock and said "fuck me hard now, I really need to cum." We proceeded to have the best sex that we'd had since we were teenagers!! Afterwards while I was laying back recovering, she crawled on top of me and licked my ear and whispered sexily "you'd better get used to this, because I'm going to give him my cunt any time he wants it and I have a feeling that it will be often." 



Full of Surprises



As any mother will tell you -- probably until you are sick of hearing it -- sons never cease to surprise you. My own, Josh, is no different in that respect, but I think that maybe his latest bundle of surprises are a little out of the ordinary. Let's see what you think....

At the start of the summer, just after Josh had sat his exams and began the anxious wait for the results that would, or would not, see him accepted by the university of his choice, life itself gave me something of a surprise. I received a lovely letter informing that after three years of trying I had finally been successful in winning a major web-content design contract. Better yet, with the letter came an advance payment of sufficient size that I could immediately drop all of the fiddly, dull little contracts I had been eking a living out of, and finally pay off some of the bills that had been mounting up ever since my ex had left for pastures unknown the previous year.

I opened a bottle of something cold and bubbly and was already quite well 'celebrated' by the time Josh arrived home that evening.

Fuelled by the booze, I waxed lyrical on all of the things that the new contract would enable us to do -- buy clothes, go on holiday, eat, that sort of thing -- and although my son's enthusiasm levels didn't quite reach mine, he seemed happy enough to be sharing a few glasses with me.

Now before anyone raises an eyebrow, I don't let Josh drink at home as a rule -- his father was far too fond of the bottle for my liking, and although Josh is eighteen now, if he wants to drink he can go to a bar with his friends as far as I'm concerned. 

That night, though, the rules were suspended, and by ten o'clock Josh was almost as giggly as I was. There hadn't been a whole load of things to celebrate in the past year and we were both making the most of the opportunity. After twelve months of tension and stress, a few glasses of beer stripped away all the repression and gloom, and we were soon chatting away as openly and delightedly as we had done before the departure of 'it'.

Looking back now, it's hard to believe how much more open -- and how much more mature -- Josh had become in those intervening twelve months. At the time, though, I was far too pre-occupied with my success (okay, and with the booze) to take any notice.

"So, mom," Josh began somewhere around the eighth beer, "Does this mean you're going to by some decent clothes, or are you just going to replace all your ratty jeans and baggy sweaters with newer versions?"

"My jeans are not ratty!" I protested. I looked down and saw my right knee poking through the over-worn denim, "Well... not very ratty. And anyway, since when are you my fashion guru?"

"Just offering an observation," Josh shrugged.

I laughed, "This from a guy who two years ago was wearing a pair of jeans with the crotch somewhere between his knees!"

"That was just a fashion thing Call it a youthful misjudgement."

"A youthful tragedy, more like. Mind you, it did give Melissa and me a good laugh." Melissa was our neighbour and was, like myself, 'blessed' with a teenage son.

"Gee thanks, mom. Glad to know I've managed to cheer up a couple of frumpy housewives."

"Hey! I am not frumpy and I am definitely not a housewife."

Josh grinned, "I'll let you off the last bit, but those sweaters..."

"I like my baggy sweaters. They're comfortable to work in when I'm sitting up designing stuff on the computer."

"Point take, but you don't just wear them while you're working, do you? You wear them to the shops, in the garden, everywhere. It wouldn't surprise me if you wore one to bed at night."

"Well I don't!" I tried not to let my boy see the lie, and tried to change tack, "And anyway, would you rather I dressed myself up like a middle-aged Barbie doll like Matt's mother?"

Gemima Gordon, mother of Josh's friend Matt, had something of a reputation for her dress-sense (or lack thereof) in the local area. A bleached-blonde air-head with a barely controlled weight problem, she wore the absolute minimum that decency -- and probably the law -- allowed. Her make-up on any given day probably weighed more than her entire wardrobe -- and I'm talking about the mirror-fronted oak one she has in her bedroom, not the clothes that are in it.

Josh looked appalled, "No! No, no, no, no. She looks frightening."

"I thought all you boys ogled her at every opportunity. After all, whenever she sneezes her boobs almost fall out of whatever little top she's wearing -- and she has hay-fever."

"Well... I mean...." Josh looked embarrassed for a few seconds, then laughed, "Okay, okay, so I guess maybe when we were like fourteen we did think that she was ... you know?"

"Cheap? Tarty?"

"Kinda sexy is what I meant. I mean she always shows so much flesh and... well, I wasn't used to it."

I laughed, "Are you suggesting that my innate shyness about my clothing drove you to leering at your friend's mother?"

"Yeah, that's be right!" 

For a fraction of a second, I wondered how much truth there was in that statement -- but then Josh grinned from ear to ear. I sighed at him, "In that case you have my apologies. It must have been so traumatic for you."

"It was just fine as it was, I guess."

"You only guess?"

This time there was the tiniest flash of evasiveness before he shrugged, "Seriously though, mom, I really wouldn't want you to dress like Gemma the Bimbo."

"Nice nickname. And I'm glad to hear it about my clothes."

"It fits. Well, at a push. Anyway... your clothes. I guess what I mean is... well...."

"So erudite, so sophisticated...."

"Mom! It's just... like, you know, a bit awkward trying to give you advice."

I laughed, "Just try -- I really do need another good laugh."

Josh sighed, "I suppose now you've mentioned Matt's mom, that kinda illustrates my point. I was just trying to say that the baggy sweaters and jeans make you look like the dead opposite of her. She's all over-blown female and you're..."

"Under-blown male?"

"No! But... well.. maybe sorta... like you cover up the fact that you're female."

"It's the law. Public decency, that sort of thing."

"I didn't mean-" Josh broke off and laughed when he realised I'd been teasing him, "Very funny. I just meant that you could wear things that didn't hide the fact that you're.... you know? A good-looking woman."

"I'm...." I was genuinely surprised, and rather touched, "Well, that's very sweet of you to say so."

Josh took a deep breath -- he clearly figured that he has dived in now so he might as well enjoy the water, "I mean you've got a great figure under all those clothes and sometimes I want to tell the other guys when they're bragging about their own moms that, you know, my mom looks like way younger than she is and she's like, you know, really pretty even though she's kinda tiny, and I guess what I mean with the clothes is, guys could kinda see for themselves just how cute you can look."

My jaw was drooping slightly. "I... " Words wouldn't come so I reached across and gave Josh a hug while I gathered my thoughts. 

My son was clearly pleased with the way I looked and wanted to prove it somehow with his friends. I guessed that teenage guys often compare each other's moms in all sorts of ways, and if that was one of them, fine -- it wasn't as if us moms didn't sometimes have a little sessions like that comparing our sons!

"I'm truly honoured," I told him, rather stuffily, once I'd disentangled my arms from his shoulders and my tongue from the roof of my mouth, "But even so, I think I'm a little too used to my ratty old clothes to change my ways now."

"You make it sound as if you're ancient. You're only thirty-five, mom and let's face it, you don't even look that old."

"My, my," I laughed, "Will the compliments never cease?" 

Josh's words and his stoic attempt to appear assured as he said them sent the tiniest frisson through my veins. Nothing naughty or in any way sexual, just a tiny electrical shiver brought about by the realisation that my little boy was maturing into a fully-fledged man, with a man's opinions and perspectives. As a mother we see lots of these as our children grow up -- the first word, the first step, the first journey into school on their own, their first beer, even -- but this one was as surprising as the others were eagerly awaited.

Josh tried to look serious and confident, "I mean it, mom. Dad's long gone and I'll be off to university at the end of the summer and you'll find yourself feeling all alone if you don't make a bit of an effort."

I laughed, "I think I understand what you mean -- you don't want me ending up on the shelf just yet, huh?"

"I guess it's something like that, but I was kinda meaning in general, like."

"That almost made sense."

"What I really mean..." Josh paused, presumably trying to work out what he actually meant for his own benefit as much as mine, ""I mean... that you... don't do yourself justice. I already said that you're, you know, cute and that, but even I forget it sometimes because you always look so... bundled up."

I might well have shrugged off my son's comments with a nonchalant shrug but for two things. Firstly, despite his clumsy way of putting things, he was complimenting me and striving so hard to appear mature and reasoned, so it wouldn't really be fair of me to dismiss his words lightly. And secondly, something very similar had been on my mind of late in any case. 

I seemed to recall that 'back in the day', I rather enjoyed the dating game and all that it entailed. If memory served me correctly, I was rather adventurous in many ways, not the least of which was sexually. My recently failed marriage had pushed such thoughts so far to the back of my brain that I now needed a telescope about the size of Hubble to even see the outlines of them.

These two reasons came together in the manner of nitro and glycerine. I ruffled Josh's floppy hair, "You know something? You might just be right."

My response had Josh raising an eyebrow, "Really?"

I nodded, "Now you come to mention it, I guess I have rather let myself become accustomed to fading into the background and I suppose the jumpers and jeans have become some sort of security blanket. You're right. I need to have a re-think, I need to jazz up my wardrobe and let a bit of sunlight find my skin."

"You mean you're actually going to take my advice for once?"

"Incredible, isn't it? But yes. Although given your earlier admission about ogling Gemma Gordon, I think I'd better choose the new outfits for myself."

"Mom! The thing with Mrs Gordon was years ago! And even if it was something recent I still wouldn't want you to dress the way she does... did."

"Does, Josh, she still does, as well you know. But you're right one way or the other because I just don't really have the equipment, so to speak."

My son's eyes flicked quickly across my bust, "Um... well..."

"It's okay," I laughed, "You've already been more than brave so I won't ask you to comment on the relative merits of mine and Gemma's boobs, but you have to admit that I couldn't wear some of the sorts of things she does. Good god, I'd never stay in half of those low-cut things she almost wears."

Josh's discomfort with the direction of the conversation was almost palpable, "Yeah, well, that's like down to you. I mean, how much you want to sh... what sort of styles and that..."

"Quite right," I said firmly, quite literally sparing his blushes, "And don't worry because I won't go overboard and turn into a mini-me Gemma. I promise I will even ask your genuine, honest opinion of the sort of stuff I do buy so that I don't embarrass myself by doing the mutton-dressed-as-lamb thing, okay?"

My son's attitude switched from discomfort to relief, with a soupcon of something less definable, "Yeah, sure, mom. And like... it's really cool you're gonna, you know?"

"I know," I sighed, wondering why thirteen years of full-time education had left my son almost unintelligible at times.

Normally I find shopping a desperate chore and for the most part I'll buy everything I can from the comfort of my computer and have it delivered. Clothes, I soon re-discovered, were one of the exceptions to the rule (along with pets, sanitary products, and birthday cards), and I spent the best part of the rest of the week mooching around the local shops looking for items for my new, improved wardrobe. By the weekend my spending spree was still in full swing and Saturday saw me roaming further in my quest.

By Sunday afternoon it was a close run thing between my body and my bank account as to which was the most depleted -- but at least I had braved it out and achieved my goal. 

I was sitting on my bed surrounded by bulging bags bearing the logos of a dozen different stores when Josh sauntered into the room.

"I thought you'd left home, mom."

"It has been a busy week, hasn't it? But no complaining about my absence, since this was your idea in the first place."

"Complaining? I've enjoyed the peace and quiet."

I gave him a sly smile, "Did it provide you with enough peace to invite that Joanne round?"

"Jordan, mom, and we split up like ages ago."

"You did? Why didn't you tell me?"

Josh sighed, "I did -- not that I should have to, anyway."

"Oh yes you should. You wouldn't want me calling the next girl I see you with by the name of a past girlfriend, would you?"

"Mom? Given that you can't get the names right anyway, it doesn't make that much difference, does it? Joanne!"

I shrugged, "Maybe you have a point, but I can't keep up with all these modern names. Most of them sound like holiday destinations."

"A lot of them are places," Josh agreed, a note of triumph entering his voice, "It goes back to Victorian times when kids were often named after the place they were conceived."

"Oh, yes -- like Brooklyn Beckham."

"Just what I meant," Josh said, "So... out of curiosity, what would I have been called if you'd named me like that?"

I grinned, "Either Mini or Cooper."

"Oh, very funny I don't think!"

"Well, me and your dad didn't have a place of our own then, and it was raining that night."

"Jeez, mom! Too much information. And anyway a car isn't a place. I mean it's not a geographical place, so where were you... um... parked?"

"We were down in the New Forest. A little place called Piddletrenthide. It's not too late to change your name if you really want to-"

"Okay, okay, I give up!"

"Good. Now, talking about modern trends, I'm beginning to have some doubts about some of this stuff I've bought. I really don't want to look like some desperate middle-aged housewife trying to recapture her youth, so I'm going to throw caution to the wind and ask you to give me your honest opinion, okay? And before you protest, you did promise that you would."

"I wasn't going to protest!" Josh had an impressively insouciant look on his face, "I was the one who convinced you to change your image so I'm more than happy to pay the price."

"Good, again! Now you settle yourself there and I'm going to go change in the bathroom. First up will be my replacement casual stuff, okay?"

Before I tell you what happened next, I think I'd better make one things perfectly clear -- I know I was naïve about my son, and about teenager guys in general. To state the 'bleeding obvious', I had obviously no personal experience of what drives a teenagers lusts and desires, and to make matters worse I was an only child so I had never even had brothers to gauge things by. Even my closest friends as a teenager were brother-free.

If it looks to you as if I was wilfully misreading the signs in what follows, then I can assure you that you are wrong. I wasn't reading the signs because, quite simply, I didn't think there was anything there to read. Not for one tiny, fractional, minuscule, jot or iota of a second did it cross my mind that my son was being anything other than helpful, of was thinking anything other than objectively. I had no experience to call upon, and no reason to suspect a thing.

Naïve, yes, but stupid? No.

And I had better also say that I am not deceiving anyone with this trip down memory lane -- not you, and certainly not even me. Every word I spoke and every action I took (before realisation dawned) was said and done in all innocence.

Of course, if I had been more aware, or maybe even simply more alert, things would have turned out differently. Well, probably. 

As soon as I started to pull on the first skirt, doubts began to assail me. My legs hadn't really seen daylight in years, save for the occasional spot of gardening in shorts, and the feel of cool air on the skin of my thighs was almost shocking. I shrugged my way into a new silky white blouse and took a deep breath before heading back into the bedroom.

"Josh? Before you say anything at all there's a couple of things I need you to promise, okay?"

My son had made himself comfortable in the little armchair I have in the corner of my room and he sat forward, a serious look on his face, "Fair enough."

"Well, first you have to promise that you will be totally honest with me. No pulling punches or dodging the issue. If I look like mutton, tell me, okay?"

"I promise I'll be totally straight, mom."

"Good. And the second... well, I know it's really a lot to ask, but when you give me your opinions, I don't want them to be a son's opinions."

"Er...."

"What I mean, Josh, is that I want you to try to put yourself into the position of the average guy seeing me. I know it's hard and I know it might even be a little bit embarrassing, but I want you to try to view me through the eyes of a typical man who maybe hasn't ever seen me before. Do you think you could promise to at least try to do that?"

"You mean... look at you like maybe a potential date would? Or a client or just some guy in a bar?"

"I guess all three if you think you're up to it."

"But that means I'd have to... well look really close... I mean, like, at... well your figure and stuff."

"I did say it might be embarrassing, but if you don't think..."

"I guess I can at least try, mom. Let's see how it goes, okay?"

"Aw, that is good of you, Josh. I don't know what I'd do without you sometimes."

Well, I did admit I was naïve, didn't I?

Happy in my ignorance, I twirled around in the new skirt and blouse ensemble, "So, stranger, what do you think? Too much leg?"

Josh shook his head vehemently, "No way. You've got great legs, mom... I mean... should I call you Laura? Would that help?"

"I guess it might. And thanks."

"Well... Laura, like I said, you've got great legs. I mean like, really, you know, nicely muscled and stuff, so I reckon that skirt's just great."

"Thanks again. What about the blouse?"

"I guess it looks kinda nice but it's a bit... I dunno, plain?"

"It's supposed to look plain to show off the skirt more. Maybe it would help if I didn't button it quite so high?"

Josh nodded, "Y-yeah. Could be that."

I undid the top button and turned the collar down lower, "Better?"

"I guess."

"You don't sound too impressed, but I think it will work well in meetings with clients."

"Yeah," Josh nodded, "You don't want to look too... um... sexy for clients, right?"

I laughed, "Damn right. Okay then, that's kind of typical of the client look that I'm going for, so maybe I'll try something more casual next, okay?"

If Josh blushed or reacted then, I didn't notice. He just said 'sure', and I went back through to the bathroom feeling marginally happier with my first choices, at least.

I stared at my 'casual' options for a while, hoping that these would receive a more emphatically positive reaction when I showed them to Josh, and thought back to what he'd said about hiding myself under layers of ratty, baggy clothes. I decided that I needed to make him sure that I had taken his comments on board, but without simply picking out the most figure-hugging items. Trying to pick a look that was sorta sexy but definitely not slutty wasn't too difficult, I decided, even if I was out of practice. 




Full of Surprises



After a minute or two considering and reconsidering my options, I eased myself into a short, pleated skirt that a decade or two ago would have been called a tennis skirt, and a loose, cotton top with spaghetti straps which left most of my shoulders bare. I took a few deep breaths and headed back into the bedroom.

"Before you say anything," I said, "Remember your promises."

Josh nodded and stared. He stared rather hard, in fact, and I had one of those little frissons that sent a feathery wash through my veins. "Er..." Josh began, "I-"

"You think it's too young for me, right?"

"Sh... God no!"

"Too slutty, then?"

"Not that either."

"Well then it must be-"

"Mom!" Josh interjected, "I was going to say it's... I mean, thinking like a total stranger, yeah? I was going to say it's really sexy. Like... simple, but really shows you off."

I was surprised -- and delighted. "You really, really think so?"

"Mom! I promised I'd be honest and I'm keeping the promise. Trust me, yeah?"

"Oh thank you. And are you totally sure it's not over-the-top?"

"Positive. You look... you know... really sexy, m... Laura."

Hearing my son say those words gave me another of those little shivers -- mostly in recognition of his growing maturity, but also because of a little flash of pride -- that my boy was able to be so honest and appreciative. "Thanks, again," I couldn't help but smile, "The only thing that worries me is that I can't really wear anything under the top or it looks all bra-strap and no shoulders."

"It.. um.. .doesn't bother me and I'm sure no guy's gonna object."

"I'm sure they're not as well, but what I meant was, is it too obvious?"

"Not at all. The top's way too loose to really show anything." Josh shifted in his chair.

"That's what I was hoping, but it's kinda hard to tell when you've actually got the thing on. It doesn't gape too much when I bend forward, does it?" I reached for a stray carrier bag on the floor to demonstrate what I meant.

Josh crossed his legs, "Er... well.. I guess it shows a little bit of... um..."

I straightened up, "Cleavage? I didn't think I qualified as having one given how small my boobs are."

"Well yeah, I guess that's the word, but I kinda meant... well, your... upper chest in general."

"Too much?"

"I didn't really see properly..."

"Oh, Josh, don't worry about looking. After all you're my son, not some strange guy and I'd rather I made any mistakes with the new gear in front of you. Just tell me honestly what you can see." I leaned forward again, this time keeping my eyes on Josh.

"Er..." Colour rose in his cheeks, "Actually-"

"What?" I tried to look down my own top and could see quite a lot, but surely Josh couldn't see that much?

"I can... kinda see your... you know?"

"A lot of my breasts?"

"No, mom... Laura. I mean your..." Josh took a deep breath, "Your nipples."

"Oh!" I straightened more quickly than before. "Sorry about that, but it's a real shame -- I love this top."

"Yeah, it's really neat. Maybe you could adjust the straps or something?"

"I could try. I just hope it doesn't spoil the way it hangs."

"It wouldn't matter at all if you didn't bend over like that, though."

I shrugged, "I'd rather be sure at all times otherwise I'd never feel comfortable in it."

"It's sure sexy as it is...Laura."

I looked over at Josh's earnest, flushed features and felt a flutter of something alien. It passed in a flash and I turned my attention back to the top, "The straps tie right on the collarbone so I think your idea will work. If I undo them and the adjust the length, could you tell me when they don't turn me into a flasher?"

"Sure! No problem at all!"

I tugged at the right hand strap and it come undone with surprising ease. Placing my arm across my chest to hold the front of the top in place, I quickly freed the other strap and carefully took hold of the ends, moving the point where I would re-tie them an inch or so higher. "Ready?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then," I leaned forward once more, "How about like this?"

Josh leaned forward, "Um... almost."

I pulled the strap up a little more, "Better?"

"Yeah... I mean I can't see your actual nipples any more, but still a lot of.. um.. breast."

"I guess that will do then. I just hope I don't lose the spot where I need to tie them."

"Um... I guess I could pin them or something?"

"Oh you are being so kind! I almost don't recognise you."

Josh gave an embarrassed laugh, "Well I am supposed to be a stranger."

It was, I thought, another example of a maturity that I didn't think that my son possessed yet, and it gave me a gentle emotional kick. More than that, I think in retrospect that it also served to further mask Josh's behaviour from me -- and further deepened my ignorance of all things male and teenaged. I thought of nothing other than directing Josh to a box of pins, and then directing him in the pinning of the straps. Once it was done to my satisfaction, I simply thanked him and walked back into the bathroom to carefully extricate myself from the top.

I decided that things were going so well, I would risk modelling one of two new dresses I had purchased for wearing on more up-market evenings out. The first was a plain, black number that I just knew looked fine on me, but the second I was much less certain of. Dark-blue and silky, the dress featured a slong skirt with a modest slit up both sides, finishing at mid-thigh, and a halter top that was little more than two thin panels of silk which covered my breasts and tied together behind my neck. Like the top I had just taken off, I was slightly concerned that it might show a little too much, but now that I knew Josh would be honest with me about such things, I had no reluctance in finding out from him.

To give a better idea of how the garment would look when I eventually wore it on a proper night out, I quickly pinned up my hair, and even switched by rather plain panties for a new, silky, skimpy pair that seemed more in keeping with such a sexy dress.

Once I was ready, I took my regulation deep breath and walked back into the bedroom.

The first reaction I got from Josh brought a beaming smile to my face. My son's jaw dropped and his look dripped with pleasant surprise. The second reaction was even more rewarding.

"Oh, mom... that... I mean you look fantastic!"

"I think that's the biggest compliment I've ever received from you."

"I mean it," Josh said, openly staring me up and down, "It's like totally wow."

"Thanks -- and I really mean that. But perhaps you could do a safety check for me again?"

"You, um, mean... check that your... breasts aer properly covered up when you bend?"

"Or even just move, with this one." I was very conscious of cool air caressing the side of my breasts as I lifted my arms experimentally, "Perhaps it needs to be a bit tighter."

"Um..." Josh moved a little closer, "Why don't you try b-b-bending or something?"

Hearing what I took to be embarrassment, I tried to reassure him, "Look, if it's too cringe-making for you, I really don't mind if you don't want to-"

"No! I mean, it's, um, fine." He gave a strange, forced laugh, "We wouldn't want you going out and embarrassing yourself, would we?"

I laughed, "I don't know bout the 'we', but I sure don't. But only if you're sure?"

"Yeah, I am. Honest... Laura."

"You're gonna get a real big treat for putting yourself through this, I promise," I told him emphatically and, as it turns out, prophetically. I bent down as I had before and twisted my upper body slightly. As the material shifted, I didn't need Josh to tell me that the dress wasn't tied tight enough -- I felt first my left and then my right nipple slip under the edge of the material and spring free.

"Oops," I laughed, straightening, my hands moving to adjust the front panels of the dress, "Sorry -- yet again."

"No... I mean... Oh shit, mom... Laura, yeah Laura. It's just that I man fuck I am so sorry but I just gotta... I mean like it wouldn't be right if I didn't and like I'm sorry in advance but... you have just got the most perfect tit... breasts, I mean fuck sorry -- and sorry for saying fuck, but like... mom, you are so fucking hot and, and, and, I'm like so sorry and.... oh fuck!" Josh turned and raced from the room leaving me staring, slack-jawed in his wake.

The first emotion to hit was shock -- not at the language, but at the meaning of the words that had spilled from my son. The second emotion cranked up the shock I was feeling by a further few degrees; his words delighted me at a very basic level and they truly were the thing that I now realised I had wanted to hear someone -- anyone -- say and mean about me. Oh, but the third...

As if I weren't already shocked to the core, the third emotion intensified that sensation a thousand-fold. Without any input from my brain, my body reacted all alone -- and I simply couldn't deny that I was suddenly, unbelievably, incredibly, wonderfully, scarily excited.

My skin felt as if a low-grade electric current was being poured through it, my nipples suddenly sensitive, my groin suddenly damp and hot. A tremor of excitement rippled through those muscles deep in my belly sending a wave of pleasure through me like a mini-orgasm. I gave a tiny whimper.

Josh hadn't been embarrassed at all -- or maybe, he hadn't just been embarrassed. My son had been excited by what he had seen and that excitement had triggered something deep and primal and intense inside me. The realisation of what had just transpired -- and just how much Josh must have been excited to admit what he had admitted -- sent another wave of pleasure through me, it's intensity leaving me breathless.

A rational part of my brain tried to kick in with objections -- suggesting that I misread Josh's words, or had exaggerated his excitement -- but even as I tried to dismiss the events of the past half hour, I just knew that I was clutching at straws.

Of course, knowing and believing are two separate things, and although they are not mutually excusive, there can be only the tiniest overlap at times. I was suddenly assailed with doubt -- and as a further little surprise, I found myself wanting to know that I hadn't imagined Josh's excitement. I needed to know. I needed to know because it changed our entire relationship on one level. And I needed to know because the way ot made me feel was not something I could experience just the one time.

My logic circuits were misfiring, and the only 'fact' that I could focus on was the need to know for sure whether Josh really had been excited by what had happened. I pushed every other half-formed thought and objection to one side and dashed out of my room and along to my son's.

The door to Josh's room was pushed closed, but even as I approached it, I could hear frantic activity coming from inside. And 'coming' from inside was an apt choice of phrase.

Although Josh was trying to be quiet, the rhythmic soft squeaking of is bedsprings and the heavy panting sounds he was making left me in no doubt as to what my son was doing.

My question was answered, but even so, my libido was trying to convince the rest of me that I couldn't be absolutely sure without seeing for myself...

At the very thought of what I could do, and more importantly what I could see, my heart-rate trebled, and an excitement like no other pulsed through me. The intensity of the sensation stopped me in my tracks and I let out the softest of whimpers as my right hand moved of its own volition, parting the slit by my right leg and snaking up my thigh to the source of the warm moistness that engulfed me. Torn between wanting desperately to see what Josh was doing after my fashion show -- with 'show' being the operative word -- and not wanting to scare him or upset him in any way, I stood in the hallway and gave in to my need.

Safe in the knowledge that Josh wouldn't be appearing anytime soon -- and in all honesty not really caring that much now anyway - I fumbled my panties a few inches down my thighs and began to frantically finger myself right there outside my son's door.

I knew that this was recklessness beyond anything I had done before, but believe me when I say I simply couldn't stop myself from doing it. The intensity of the excitement that I was feeling was so high that the second my forefinger contacted the swollen nub of my clitoris, I could feel every muscle tense up in anticipation of the orgasm that was approaching faster than a sprinter on acid.

Every groan that I heard from Josh was bringing me closer but the next noise he made sent me right over the edge.

When he whispered "oh mom" my orgasm simply exploded within me.

It's intensity was such that my knees buckled and I sagged to the floor, my body convulsing. Even though I was trying to choke back the moans that wanted to tear their way from my heaving chest, I knew I was making a quiet mewling sound. A tiny part of my brain kept trying to remind me of the vulnerability of my position, kneeling there just outside my son's door in the throes of an orgasm that he had brought forth from me -- but somehow that just made things all the more exciting, and each feather-light touch of my fingers sent a wave of pleasure through my entire body.

Inside Josh's room the creaking of the bed-springs became faster and louder, and with a grunt my son's own climax clearly arrived -- sending another bolt of pleasure through me.

As his breathing -- his panting, I should say -- started to slow I became acutely aware of my situation. The skimpy dress had fallen from one shoulder leaving both of my breasts exposed, and I had hitched the hem up to my waist so that my fingers could explore my heat and wetness. My panties had fallen to my ankles at some point and were now hooked around one foot. The orgasm had left me feeling weak and dizzy, but the disorientation I had felt when I realised I was the focus of Josh' lust and desire had cleared.

A part of my brain was telling me that I should gather myself together, get back to my room and change into something sensible and then set about working out how I would approach Josh -- to tell him that I understood his teenage, hormone-driven needs, and that, while I understood, I couldn't actually approve and that we would have to be on our best behaviour in future. 

Another part of my brain had a different idea.

"Josh?"

I heard a muffled 'shit!' then, "M-mom?"

"Josh... come out here, please."

"Mom, look I'm-"

"Please, Josh. Really... please."

"I..."

"Josh, this is important... no.. .it's vital."

I heard the bed-springs creaking and took a deep breath, trying very hard not to think too much. I sat back on my heels and the motion made the hem of the dress fall back onto my thighs. After taking another deep breath I hitched it back up.

I could hear Josh approach his door and then pause.

"Josh, I really need you to come outside."

"Mom, look, I'm-"

"Now, Josh."

The door opened slowly and Josh looked out sheepishly. It took him a couple of seconds to register that I was kneeling on the floor -- and another couple of seconds to see that I was almost naked, flushed and had thighs streaked with my juices.

"Josh," I said, softly, "Don't think that you're alone in finding this all very exciting, okay?"

It was a short sentence by my standards. But it carried more meaning than any thousand I had spoken before.

I love my son. I want my son to be happy. I don't want my son to feel guilty about anything. If what he feels for me is frowned upon by the rest of society, I want him to know that those feelings are mutual and that he is not alone. I say it again... I love my son.

Josh's eyes widened, "Mom?"

"Do I need to tell you what I've been doing down here?"

"You mean... you've been...um?"

"Relieving my excitement? Yes. The excitement you made me feel... or rather, the excitement that we both felt."

"You... you're joking, right?"

The look of shock on Josh's face gave me a few moments of panic. What if I had somehow misjudged the situation? What if he had no interest in me other than as a one-off masturbation fantasy? What if he now thought I was some weird, perverted-

"Mom?"

My eyes re-focused and I look at my son's face once more. Now that I was thinking clearly (laugh all you want) I could see that there was more than shock registering there. There was something that, for a moment, I couldn't place. Then it came to me.

It was hope. The sort of 'this can't be happening but I really wish it was' kind of hope. Seeing that sent a whole new wave of strange excitement through me.

"Josh?" I didn't have the faintest idea what I was going to say, so I let my mouth have free rein, "I had no idea you felt anything... like that for me, and heaven knows I sure didn't have any of those sort of feelings for you myself. But... when I realised... when I realised what was happening, how you were reacting to m.... it all came flooding in. 

"Josh, I haven't felt excitement like that before. Not ever. It's like your excitement has somehow magnified my emotions to levels I didn't know could exist. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine that I could feel such a depth of desire and I make no excuses or offer any apologies. 

"I didn't know what I was doing when I followed you up here, although a rational part of my brain was telling me I was just trying to find out if your reaction really was what I first thought it was. But when I heard you... heard you pleasuring yourself and you whispered my name.. oh, Josh... that triggered something so powerful and deep within me."

I rose from my knees and stood before my awe-struck son, "I may still be misreading things. Perhaps you don't want any more than that one little glimpse of my-"

"Mom!" Josh stared into my eyes until he knew that he had my full attention, "Mom, I thought... I know what people say and I thought I was just plain bad for thinking about you the way I have for the last year or two... but... I mean, I never dreamed that anything like this could happen. What I'm trying to say is I don't want just one little look..."

Josh's eyes lowered until he was staring at my partially covered breasts, "Oh, mom... I've wanted to be able to stare at you like this for so, so long... and... and..."

"What, Josh?"

He gave a snort of a laugh and his eyes refocused on mine, "Would you believe that even standing here like this after all you just said, I'm too embarrassed.. .or maybe too scared... to say it?"

"It's a little late for secrets, don't you think?"

He took a deep breath, "I've wanted to do more than look, mom."

My heart surged into my throat, "Oh, Josh!"

"Sorry!" My son had misread my words entirely, "Oh, god, look mom I'm really, really sorry and I know I shouldn't have said that, it's just that I got carried away with-"

I put a finger to my son's lips, "Shush.... And touch me."

"You mean...?"

"I want... need you to touch me. And Josh?"

"Mom?"

"I don't want you to just touch."

His eyes widened as a range of emotions flickered across his features. But the eyes, as they say, have it, and the look that settled there when all the other emotions had passed was pure and unadulterated desire.

Josh let out a low moan that held the tiniest hint of a growl -- a sound that sent my heart-rate soaring and brought heat to my loins. With a tenderness that belied his evident lust, my son raised a hand and with infinite care, cupped my right breast.

The contact of his skin on mine acted like a detonator on a thousand tons of gunpowder. Within a second, his hand was squeezing me feverishly as his other hand tore at the halter of the dress. I fell back against the wall, my own hands scrabbling at Josh's t-shirt, our arms tangling as first my dress, then his shirt were yanked unceremoniously from our bodies.




Full of Surprises



There was a moment's pause as we gazed hungrily at each other's semi-naked bodies, before an unspoken, un-signalled agreement had us shedding the last of our clothes.

As I kicked my panties aside I had a surge of sensation that sent electricity coursing through me. I felt more naked than I had ever felt in my life -- and filled with more desire than I thought was possible. The sight of Josh's rigid cock springing from his shorts filled me with a lust so deep and strong that I was soon gasping.

The next few seconds -- or minutes -- are a blur now, a blur of roving hands, gasping breaths, of me encouraging Josh to touch with hands and mouth, of Josh gazing into my eyes requesting permission to kiss me, of me running my hands through his hair and pulling his face close to mine.

The first vivid recollection I have is of the second that his soft, warm lips closed on mine, and the second that followed when the tip of his tongue parted my lips. 

If giving free rein to our desires had produced a firework display, the kiss sent things nuclear. In my arms, Josh turned into something other than just my son. His movements became assured and certain of their needs. His muscles rippled under his hot skin as he manoeuvred me backwards through my own bedroom doorway and up to the edge of my bed.

The one and only pause came then, a look that asked a simple question with the most complex and wonderful meaning behind it. His eyes asked, 'May I?'

Although his question was silent, my answer was sure and loud, "Yes, Josh. Yes, please."

The final barrier came crashing down and our movements became even more frantic. As Josh pushed me backwards onto the rumpled covers of my bed, I clutched and dragged at him. As my shoulders nestled into the mattress, my legs spread wide in eager welcome.

Josh landed on top of me, out lips locking even before the bedsprings stopped shrieking. His erection pressed hot and hard against my belly and I wailed in anticipation.

There was no permission-seeking look now -- we both knew that nothing less than everything would satisfy us -- and Josh shifted his weight a few inches until the tip of his cock slid through my scant pubic thatch and then lower, towards the hot, wet centre of me.

There was a second or two then with both of us frozen, somehow savouring the moment even as the lust reached dizzying new heights. As the very tip of Josh's engorged cock pressed at my slightly parted labia I gave a wail of pure, unadulterated need. With a grunt of his own, Josh rocked his hips forward.

I felt every single millimetre of his length as he slid inside me -- every tiny, tiny fractional movement deeper within me. My first orgasm tore its way through me before Josh had even finished that first thrust, the spasms of my muscles drawing him fully inside me.

Our passions erupted and that first coupling was filled with a lust that bordered on the animalistic. Josh pounded that beautiful, hard cock into my welcoming, wet pussy with something like fury, and I urged him on, bucking to every thrust even when the tip of him banged against me cervix.

His hands clawed at my breasts, my thighs, my ass, exploring every inch of me, even as I did the same to him. Our lips alternated between crushing each other's, and the seeking out flesh within reach, my teeth leaving welts across my son's shoulders, his teeth draw blood low on my neck.

As our bodies moved as one, the pace quickened until I could feel every fibre of Josh's body trembling, readying itself for release. I grasped him tightly, making sure he knew to come deep within me, my next orgasm waiting desperately for... and then he stiffened in my grasp and with a guttural roar I felt him explode inside me.

As my son's juices surged deep with me, my own climax erupted. Its intensity sent me spiralling out somewhere beyond the reaches of my mind, pulse after pulse of pure, unalloyed pleasure that left me gasping for breath, my ears ringing and a low hum of electricity tingling through every nerve fibre.

I came to my senses a minute -- or hour, or week -- later to find Josh clinging to me, our bodies oiled with sweat. The realisation of what we had done -- what we had shared -- sent another wave of orgasm rippling through me and I shuddered in his arms.

It was minutes before either of us had enough breath to speak, and to my surprise it was Josh who broke the silence.

"Mom... that was... you are... amazing."

I stared into his eyes, "You're not so bad yourself."

Laughter erupted from both of us, but rather than kill any of the passion we felt, it seemed to have the opposite effect and I felt Josh begin to harden inside me.

"That," I told him, wriggling my hips a little, "Feels beyond amazing."

Josh nodded, beginning to rock his hips just a fraction, "What happens now, mom?"

I began to match his movements, "We make love," I said, simply.

"I didn't know just how bad I wanted to hear that," Josh managed a smile as his stokes became longer, "But after that? I mean, if this is going to be just a one-off then I'm gonna have to make the most of-"

"I don't think it can be a one-off, do you?"

"I sure don't want it to be."

"And nor do I," I told him, realising the truth of the words even as I spoke them. "I didn't plan this, Josh, believe me, but... I would have done if I had any idea it would make me feel this way."

"I didn't even dare fantasises about it," Josh paused, then laughed, "But if I'd know how it'd make me feel..."

"Then," I said, kissing him lightly on the lips, "I guess we both have new, secret lives."

"Yeah," Josh's thrusts were becoming firmer, "Ones where I can tell you just how beautiful and sexy you are, and just how excited I get just at the smallest glimpse of you."

"I'd say that this qualified as more than a small glimpse."

"And I'd say that the way I feel qualifies as way more than just excited." Josh smiled, detonating a few fire-crackers in my heart, "Mom... you really are so beautiful," he lifted a hand and gently fondled my breasts, "Everything about you is perfect."

I was starting to breathe heavily and panted, "And you have grown into an incredibly cute... no, handsome, young man -- even if your eyesight may need checking."

Josh laughed, and gave a hard thrust to emphasise his next words, "Trust me, mom, no one else could make me feel this way. I want to be this close to you all the time, every day. I want to explore every inch of you and kiss and taste and... oh, mom."

"You really want all that?"

"Yes, mom. Really."

"That's just as well, then. Because so do I. No how about you start your explorations at my breasts, huh? It's been so long since I've felt you lips there."

Josh gave a slow smile and ducked his head slowly. As he drew a nipple between his lips and then teeth, and as he gave the first tentative lick and suck, I let out a moan of such incredulous delight that Josh paused, thinking that he had maybe hurt me. 

"No, no, no," I assured him quickly, "It's just fine, my beautiful son. In fact it's perfect."

Above me, Josh took control of my senses with mouth and teeth and hands, and inside me he did the same with his gorgeous, hot, hard cock. There was no clumsiness after that, no misread signals. Like lovers of many years, we moved together to mutual goals, intent only on giving and receiving the most pleasure that we could.

That second time, I held on for as long as I could before the muscles deep within my belly began to spasm of their own accord. Josh reacted immediately, the pace and strength of his thrusts increasing, and he lifted his head to stare into my eyes.

As our gazes locked, I started to climax and the second the first moan issued from my mouth, Josh increased his pace yet further, his beautiful cock ramming home, his balls slapping against my butt. With consummate timing, he once more exploded inside me, sending the strength of my own climax rocketing off the scale.

It was mid-morning the following day before we left the bed properly. We had made love throughout the night, spending the short periods of time in between talking of what this would mean to our lives, how we would need to keep our secret safe, my contraceptive arrangements, our sleeping arrangements, Josh's unrequited desires, my needs -- a million things that were all me, Josh, us and nothing else.

When we did finally make our way down to the kitchen for some much-needed sustenance, we just grabbed a couple of robes to cover our bodies, not willing yet to push our intimacy too far away. 

As it happens, I don't think a suit of armour would have been enough to bring a temporary end to the intimacy. This is particularly true because within ten minutes of walking into the kitchen, Josh was making love to me yet again, this time with me bent over the breakfast table. As I sprawled there, riding wave upon wave of joy, I could see bright daylight through the window, the real world just a few feet away from me -- and knew that nothing would ever be the same again. It felt like heaven on earth.

That was all more than five months ago now, and Josh and I share ourselves -- bodies, minds, spirits -- more than ever. The sense of wonder, the sensation of boundaries being exceeded, and the giddying feelings of lust and desire are no less strong than they were at the beginning. Every time Josh enters me I feel a sense of awe and wonder as deep and dizzying as they ever were.

Josh is my lover and, more wonderfully, I have discovered a level of trust with my son that I have never attained with any man before him. I'm not sure whether it is the clandestine nature of our physical relationship that is behind this perfect trust that we share, or maybe just the simple fact that we share a large part of our genetic make-ups and are similar in that way. But I have a feeling that it goes beyond these things -- that Josh is someone I would trust implicitly regardless of who he is.

That level of trust has freed something deep within me and the benefits are beyond my wildest dreams. Josh has the natural curiosity of youth and a desire to try everything new that he can think of ('I need to try everything at least twice', as he puts it), and, because I trust him so much, I am his willing accomplice.

It's led me to experimenting with my own desires, to searching for my own boundaries, and together with Josh we have tried all manner of things that I would never have consider before. 

We've made love in cars, on trains, in the back of a pick-up truck while it sped along the motorway, in the woods behind our house, in a neighbour's swimming pool while they were away, in a stranger's swimming pool while they slept inside their house, in the toilets of a bar, underneath the stage at a concert (even my howls couldn't be heard over the rock band above our heads), and in a maze while lost people wandered within feet of us -- to name but a few places.

I've discovered that I get aroused by a little, light exhibitionism, and that gentle bondage excites me to an extreme degree. Believe me, you would have to trust your lover implicitly to combine these as we did a couple of weeks ago when Josh tied me up in the bedroom and then invited some of his friends over, pretending to them that I was out...

But for all that, we're not dumb. We know that it can't last forever and that Josh, in particular, has a whole life ahead of him with lovers aplenty to captivate. We don't talk about such a time now, but instead concentrate on making the most of what we have while it lasts. 

Whatever happens, though, I now that nothing will ever compare to the way I felt five months ago when I asked Josh for his honest opinion about my new clothes -- and to the way I feel to this day when he stares into my eyes, and fills me with his love. It surprises me every time.



Full of Surprises



Please let me know if I should continue this story xoxo

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Jenine rested against the counter of the office kitchen, drinking a cup of coffee as slowly as possible, reluctant to get back to work. Her manicured fingers tapped against mug irritably. Jenine had always loved her job, even if it was in the bottom floor of the building. She had never even been to the top floor, never even met the boss. She did occassionally get an email from him, as did everyone, checking there were no problems, but that was it. But Jenine was content and hoped to work her for a long time. There was just one problem.

Micheal. The dark haired, dark eyed, dark skinned man who didn't even seem to work there. Jenine had only ever seen him wander the halls and chat to the other workers. He obviously had thing for Jenine, which she wouldn't have minded thanks to his runner's physique. But he was way too pushy, and a bit of a perv. He would often corner Jenine just to 'talk' to her, getting closer and closer until 'personal space' had lost all meaning. Sometimes, if they passed each other in the corridors, his hand might accidentally brush up against her thigh or her tight butt. Jenine always made sure to let him know how much she hated these actions, but he didn't seem to take her seriously.

Jenine sighed and put down her now empty mug. But before she could take a step, in walked Micheal. Great. No more places to hide. Jenine pondered what to do (so far she was tossing up between walk past him without looking or simply knee him in the nuts and be done with it) as Micheal leered at her, his eyes scanning over her nicely shaped legs, her flat stomach, her robust chest and even her auburn hair, tied into a tight bun at the top of her head. Eventually Jenine gave up on the kneeing-him-where-it-hurts idea and made to just leave before words could be made. But Micheal was having none of that. He grabbed her arm, surprisingly gently, and turned her around to face her.

"Remember the first day we met, Jenine?" He asked casually.

"Unfortunately," came Jenine's reply. Micheal had managed to talk her into going for drinks after work. All she had learnt about him was his name. She was too drunk to remember anything else. Having woken up on the path outside the bar the next morning, she realised what kind of a man Micheal was - the kind that doesn't bother to even call his drunk, vulnerable date a taxi - and refused to go out with him again. That was how this whole mess had started.

Micheal laughed heartily. "C'mon, I know you had fun. Almost as much as me." There was a twinkle in Micheal's eye at this point that Jenine didn't like. She wrenched her arm away and stalked out of the kitchen. Heading straight for her cubicle, Jenine decided that was enough. She had put up with his shameful behaviour because of the love she had for her job. But no more. It was time to make a complaint. And not by some easily lost email.

*

The next day, Jenine didn't go to her floor. She stood nervously in the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. She was making sure the boss new about Micheal. She had had enough. When the doors dinged open, Jenine stalked right up to the Big Man's secretary... And was asked to please wait. It was like being told to please hold when talking to an Indian telemarketer on the phone.

Eventually, after about 15 minutes, Jenine was called in. She stepped into the boss's private office, closing the door behind her. She started her rant before even turning to face him.

"Listen sir, I've always enjoyed this job and I hate to make fuss, but there is a man who..." By this time Jenine had turned and faced the man in charge, an action that brought her to a dead halt. There, behind his shining polished desk, sat Micheal.

Jenine gasped in horror. "No... No, no, no way you can be..."

Micheal confirmed her fears with a small nod. "I'm the boss-man." His face lit up in that trademark leer of his. "Gotta admit... It was a bit of a turn on hearing you call me sir."

Jenine's face fell. She had no choice now. She would have to quit her job. Or maybe take legal action? She wasn't really sure how that worked...

As this was going through her mind, Micheal stood up and closed the gap between them, breathing in the soft scent of her hair. Jenine stepped away, making a sound of disgust, and headed towards the door. She had to plan her next move. But as before in the kitchen, Micheal stopped her with a grab of her arm. He wasn't nearly as gentle as he had been yesterday. He leaned forwards and spoke softly in her ear, causing goosebumps to pop up on her skin.

"I've tried to be patient, Jenine. I've tried to be gentle, to do it your way. But you wouldn't let up." He moved away from her, taking in one more good look of her smoking hot body. "It's time for me to use my authority." He pulled Jenine towards him, wrapping his arm around her waist. "I want you. It's time to let up." With that, he brought his mouth down on hers, and everything changed.

Their lips moved together as if they had always known how, Micheal's tongue wrestling Jenine's in an expert way. Micheal's other hand traced a line down her arm, then up her thigh, kissing her more passionately all the while. It was when Micheal's hand began to drag up her skirt that Jenine truly realised what was happening.

"Stop!" she managed to gasp, trying to pull away. He held on tightly, looking down at her in dissapointment.

"Don't you want this?"

"O-of course not!" yelled Jenine. "Your a creep!"

Micheal's face darkened. He brought his hand away from her leg and slapped her across the face, hard. Jenine stared at him, too shocked to do anything but rub her cheek tenderly. "That's enough," he growled in an authorative tone, "you may not call me that again. From now on, only call me sir."

This would have made Jenine laugh in contempt if she wasn't so scared. Micheal dragged her over to the wall furthest away from the door. There he mashed his mouth against hers as he ripped open her blouse. Jenine squealed underneath his lips and attempted to hold her shirt together, but it was hopeless. Soon it was in a crumpled heap on the floor, her round breasts heaving visibly. This had been the wrong day to wear such a sexy lace number. It had been for her confidence levels, not for Micheal's perverted ones. Apparently he didn't see it this way. His mouth very quickly left her mouth and traced a wet line down her neck until it was licking the top of her left tit. One of Micheal's hands pulled the bra away and began to massage her right one, the other pulling her hair out of the bun she worked so hard on each morning. Jenine tried pushing Micheal away, slightly distracted by the attention being given to her breasts and the amazing muscles she could feel under her hands. Soon getting more ideas, Micheal turned Jenine around and pushed her onto his leather chair. He only needed one hand to hold her down as he used the other to unzip his fly. Jenine's eyes widened as a 9 inch member poked it's head out.

No, no no no... She thought desperately. Micheal leant down to whisper in her ear again.

"I can't wait to see the look on your face when I blow my load down your fucking throat."

"Micheal - " Jenine began to yell, and he used the oppurtunity to shove his cock in her mouth, so forcefully it pushed her head back slightly.

"I told you," he growled, "it's sir." And with that, he went wild, pumping his dick in and out like a man possessed. Jenine struggled and did her best to get his dick out of her mouth, moving in every which way. Unfortunately, all this did was give him more pleasure, with her tongue constantly flicking over the head of his cock, her teeth lightly grazing the skin. Micheal moaned, running his hands through her hair, making it a mess. Jenine began to gag as he got his dick further and further down her throat with every thrust. She felt the meat in her mouth start to tense, and offered a prayer of thanks that this was almost over. But right at the last moment, Micheal pulled out and laughed.

"I'm not going to let things finish that early. I want to really enjoy my time with you." He used his tie to restrain her legs to the chair, then set about violently pushing everything off his desk. Jenine struggled, but as she tried to get away, her legs pulled the chair with her and both fell down. Luckily the chair had landed next to Jenine and not on top of her. Micheal finished clearing his desk and pulled her back up, untying her from the chair as he went. As soon as she was standing up, he gave her a good hard slap to the cheek again.

"Don't try to run away from this, you slut. We both know how much you like a good fuck." Jenine's eyes widened as he gathered one of her ass cheeks in his hand an squeezed. Did he not realise..?

Micheal pullled away what was left of Jenine's clothing and slammed her against the desk, mashing her tits into the wood and sticking her ass up in the air. He trailed a finger down her spine with one hand, and up her thigh a before with the other.

"Please..." Jenine managed to gasp out, "please, I... I'm a v-"

"A virgin?" Micheal barked a hearty laugh. "I don't think so. When I asked you if you remembered the first time we met, I didn't mean the drinks." He said it as if drinks were child's play. "I was talking about after. I guess you were to drunk to recall?" 

"What - what are you..."

Micheal grinned, that evil glint back in his eyes. "Might explain why you let me screw you so easily. I had expected more of a fight."

"No," moaned Jenine, tears springing to her eyes, "you don't mean..."

"Yup. You let me fuck you like a street whore." He shoved Jenine's panties in her mouth as her world came crashing down around her. So that was why she had woken up on the path the next day. Micheal didn't wait for the shocking news to sink in. All patience and self-control lost, Micheal grabbed her shoulder with his left hand, wrapped a bunch of hair around his right, and shoved his cock all the way in with his first thrust.

Jenine's panties were the only thing to muffle her scream. So much pain, so much pain... The hair being ripped out, the nails digging into her shoulder, her big tits rubbing against the counter, and of course the terrible bruising being created by Micheal greedy member.

"Oohhh yeah," Micheal groaned, "oh dammnn this is good." His stamina was shocking, he continued to pound her, just getting faster all the time. Jenine began to feel numb to the pain, and that was when she began to discover another feeling, stirring way down deep. A small ball of pleasure was beginning to un-knot itself and subtly spread throughout her body. Jenine's screams were silenced, the sudden realisation startling her into silence. Micheal thought that she must have passed out. He let go of her hair and began to slap her ass roughly in an attempt to wake her. Her wails had been such a turn on. Then again, so was seeing her ass cheeks ripple from his blows. He grunted as picked up the pace, close to climaxing. Jenine focused on the pleasurable trickle getting bigger and bigger, confused about why she should feel this way. Was she really a whore, like he had said? Nothing better then a dirty slut who got off on pure and physical pain? Try as she might, she couldn't hide it any more. A deep, guttaral moan escaped from her throat and Micheal sneered.

"I knew you liked this, you little skank." He licked up her back, using his tongue to leave a long wet trail, as he finally exploded and shot his cum deep within her pussy. He let out a final yell before withdrawing, leaving a trail off cum between them. Jenine began to sob, both at being abused and at being so close to climax. Unable to stop herself, she rubbed herself against the desk, desperate to just reach that final stage. Micheal stared with disbelief before giving out one final laugh. He pulled her away from the desk and onto the floor near her ruined clothes.

"You little slut, you can't get enough. I tell you what, come back to my office same time tomorrow and I'll finish you off." Jenine looked away in shame, unable to stop herself from considering the option. She sat there for a moment in thought before Micheal checked his watch and began to put everything back on his desk.

"You sleep on it. But for now, I'll have to ask you to leave. I have another appointment." He smiled knowingly with the resemblance of a shark. "I'll see you tomorrow, I believe."

Jenine began to dress herself, unable to meet his eyes. She reached for the door, her appearance still disheveled, and took a deep breath.

"Yes sir."



Full of Surprises



Tonight started out like many normal nights in the past. My wife, Tammy, and I were over at Kim and Troy's house for dinner and a nice relaxing evening of talk, joking, and fun. After dinner we all went outside on the patio to enjoy the summer air and have some drinks. As the alcohol started flowing the conversation and jokes started turning a little more to the crude side. This was also not unusual. Since Kim and Troy moved back to town a few months ago the four of us have been almost inseparable. Both of us guys were constantly flirting with the girls and trying to make them blush, while the women were always dishing comments right back to see if they could get a reaction out of us. Until tonight all that talk and flirting was completely harmless.

After the sun went down and things started to cool off, we retreated to the living room. By now both Tammy and I each had too much to drink so we all decided to watch a movie and keep drinking as long as we felt like it. Afterwards we would spend the night in their guest room. The movie was pretty good -- a nice mix of action scenes for us guys and romantic parts for the girls. The combination of the alcohol and the movie just put us all at ease.

As the night went on, we all started to wear down. We dimmed the lights to see the movie better. My wife cuddled up in the love seat with me while Kim was lying on the couch with her head in Troy's lap. Tammy dozed off on my shoulder, so I started to look around. With the way we were sitting, I could see that Kim's face was resting right on top of my friend's crotch. Each time I looked over, she seemed to be moving around which was causing her face to caress his cock through his shorts. Judging from the size of the lump in his pants, Troy was definitely enjoying the attention. 

I pretended to watch the movie while I kept watching them to see what was going to happen next. I saw Kim reach down and slowly run her hand up Troy's leg and under his shorts. Then I saw the tell tale sign of her hand stroking his cock under the material. As I watched her please him, Her other hand went down the waistband of her own shorts. I heard her moan softly as she must have found her pussy with her fingers. By now Troy was obviously pretty worked up and he started to rub Kim's breast through the tight material of her shirt. 

Suddenly he must have remembered that Tammy and I were also in the room because he stopped moving and looked directly toward us to see if we noticed anything. Because the lights were turned down, he could not tell that I was watching them out of the corner of my eye. Finally he seemed satisfied that they were not being observed and went back to teasing Kim's hard nipple through her blouse.

Kim then undid Troy's button and zipper and pulled his cock out of his shorts. As I watched, she then slipped her mouth over his head and engulfed his entire length. She did not stop until she had her nose buried in his pubic hair. Troy let out a sudden gasp and started bucking his hips off the couch and pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. Kim did not seem to mind the rough treatment her mouth was taking. In fact, as he fucked her face, her hand started moving faster and faster inside of her own pants. 

Now I could hear her soft moans in between the sucking sound of her mouth. Troy started to buck faster and faster and I could tell that he was about to explode. Kim just kept on sucking until I saw my friend go stiff and start to cum inside her mouth. She pulled her face back from his crotch until she had just the head of his dick trapped between her lips. Troy just filled her mouth until she couldn't hold any more cum, and a little bit escaped to trickle down her lips and chin. 

After Troy finished cumming, he looked up in horror when he remembered that Tammy and I were also in the room. Tammy was fast asleep and didn't see anything. I also pretended to be asleep so he didn't know that I had just watched him fuck his wife's mouth. Once he was sure that they had not be observed, he seemed to relax again.

I heard Kim whisper that it's her turn and that "they needed to go upstairs so he could finish her off right." With that, they both got up and hurried up the stairs.

It had been a long time since my wife and I did anything as hot as what our friends had just done. Lately, when we did have sex it was usually a quickie in bed with the lights out and the covers pulled up. I can't remember the last time that she sucked my cock or let me put my mouth on her pussy. The sight of Troy's cum running down Kim's lips was going to be burned into my mind for a long time.

I was incredibly turned on by the sheer lust that my friends had just unknowingly shown right in front of me. I jus had to wake up Tammy and take her upstairs and fuck her brains out. When I woke her up, she was really disoriented from all the alcohol she drank. Finally once she understood what was going on, I told her that we needed to go up to the bedroom and that I had a wild story that I needed to tell her. I was hoping that the story of our friend's lust would get her going and open her up for some really overdue hot sex.

As we started up the stairs, I realized that Kim and Troy were so caught up in their desire for each other that they forgot to lock up the house. I told Tammy to go get ready and that I would lock up and meet her in bed. When I got to the guest room, I found Tammy laying on top of the bed fully clothed. She had passed out. I tried to wake her up and she just told me to leave her alone. She was drunk and just wanted to go to sleep.

"So much for using this story to incite our own night of passion" I thought to myself.

I helped her get undressed and under the covers. After that I decided that I was too worked up and would never get to sleep if I got into bed, so I went back downstairs to watch some TV. When I got there I sat down on the sofa where Troy had been sitting earlier and started to relax. About 5 minutes later, heard someone coming down the stairs. Suddenly, I hoped it was Tammy and that she changed her mind and wanted to mess around. When I looked, it was not Tammy, but Kim.

Instead of wearing her blouse and shorts from earlier, she was now wearing a short robe that only covered about halfway down her thigh. The top was open far enough that the deep cleft between her breasts was clearly visible. Seeing her in that sexy robe took my breath away and for a minute and I had to force myself not to stare at her barely concealed body.

"What are you doing back down here. I figured that you and Troy were in bed for the night" I asked when I could finally speak again.

"I couldn't sleep and Troy kind of passed out on me. I heard you come back downstairs and decided to see if you wanted some company." She replied. "Mind if I sit with you on the couch?"

"Sure, help yourself." I told her.

She sat down next to me and we started watching TV. After a few minutes, she leaned her head down onto my shoulder and just kind of leaned against my side. I put my arm around her and pulled her against me.

Suddenly she picked her head up, looked at me, and said "Do you mind if I stretch out on the couch and use you as a pillow?"

Before I could even respond, she twisted her body around so her feet were on the other end of the couch and he head was laying in my lap. 

She sighed and said "There, that's much better."

Now we were sitting in exactly the same position that she and Troy were sitting in earlier as I watched her give her husband an incredible blow job. Just that thought was causing my dick to stir in my shorts. With the way she was laying on my lap, I knew that if I was not able to control myself from getting and erection she would definitely be able to tell pretty quickly.

I was just starting to get my self back under control, when I felt her shift her body a little bit. As I looked over to see if she was OK, her robe parted a little more to reveal her large right breast. She didn't attempt to move or cover herself up at all, so I figured that she did not notice the show she was putting on for me. Between the hot display that she and Troy put on earlier, her head in my lap inches from my cock, and her exposed tit, there was no way I could stop myself from getting instantly hard. 

I knew that I should stop this right now before things got out of control, but I wanted to see how this was going to play out. Now I felt her hand start to rub the inside of my thigh right at the hemline of my shorts. This caused me to get even more excited and my dick to throb in front of her face. When it jumped in my pants, I heard her moan softly and start to rub my thigh even more intently.

After a few minutes of laying like that, she rolled over so the back of her head was laying in my lap (and pushing against my hard-on) and she was looking up into my face. When she moved, her robe opened the rest of the way. I could clearly see that she had nothing on underneath. Both of her breasts were exposed and her nipples were rock hard sticking straight up in the air. Her legs were parted and I could see straight down to her exposed, shaved pussy lips. It was obvious that she was excited by how open and wet her pussy was.

After I looked over her incredible body, I looked down into her eyes and she said:

"Did you like what you saw earlier?"

"W-w-what do you mean." I stuttered

"Did you like watching me suck my husbands cock and drinking his cum?" She replied softly.

"You knew I was watching, and you kept doing it?" I asked

"I saw you watching right after I reached up his pants leg. That's why I put my hand down my shorts. Knowing that you were watching me suck him off got me so excited that I had to make myself cum." She explained. "When we got upstairs, I went into the bathroom to get ready and I told Troy to meet me in bed. When I came out of the bathroom, he was passed out. I even tried to wake him up by teasing him and messing around with his cock. His dick was the only thing that woke up, though. I was so frustrated that I decided just to come down here and watch TV until I fell asleep. When I saw you here, I figured the same thing happened to you and Tammy so I decided to see what would happen if I laid against you."

With that, she turned her head and started kissing my cock through my shorts. I ran my hand down her soft skin and started to play with her hard nipple. She moaned so deep I could feel it in my dick. She started to undo my pants and I stopped her. Suddenly she sat up and pulled away from me on the couch.

"I'm sorry!" She cried. "I should have known not to try this with you. I knew you wouldn't want me like this. Please tell me that I haven't ruined out friendship because I am horny and tried to sleep with you since my husband wouldn't fuck me."

"Stop it." I said. "That's not why I'm stopping you. I'm stopping you because you already gave a lot of pleasure tonight. Now it's your turn to receive some pleasure."

Before she could react, I dropped to my knees on the floor and moved between her legs. I pushed open her robe and mashed my mouth onto her hot pussy. While I started to eat her out I put my hand on her breast and gently pushed her back onto the couch. I teased her by slowly running my tongue up and down the length of her engorged pussy lips, tasting her hot juices as they ran out of her slit. As her sex opened to me I started to push harder and harder into her crack. Finally, when I knew she had been teased to the brink of going crazy, I curled my tongue and pushed it into her as far as I could.

"Oh my God" She moaned "Oh yes! Eat me! Suck on my cunt! God! I'm gonna cum if you keep this up!" 

She just kept crying out over and over until finally I moved my face again and ran my mouth up over her clit. As soon as my lips touched her exposed button she started humping her hips up against me. I closed my mouth on her clit and rammed two fingers up into her.

"Oh yes! I'm gonna cum. Oh yes, Oh yes, Oh yes! I'm C-U-M-M-I-N-G!" She practically screamed as her body started to convulse and her pussy tightened up on my fingers. Her orgasm seemed like it lasted forever before she finally pushed my face and hand away panting "I can't take anymore. It feels too good."

I climbed up onto the couch next to her and pulled her close while she caught her breath. After a few minutes, she was finally breathing normal. She looked up and down my body and kind of laughed.

"Wow. That was incredible. It's been so long since I have been eaten out like that. Troy doesn't like to go down on me, so I don't get to cum like that very often." She continued with, "Now it's your turn. Let's get you out of those clothes so I can take care of you properly."

She stood me up then pulled my shirt and shorts off. Then she kneeled down in front of me and pulled down my boxers, taking my hard-on into her hand. After everything I'd seen and done this evening, I was afraid that I would shoot off as soon as she touched me, but I managed to hold off as she started to stroke it. She then looked up into my eyes and started to push her face over my cock. Just like she did earlier with her husband, she didn't stop until she had engulfed my entire length into her mouth and throat. After a few seconds with my dick all the way inside, she started to bob her head quickly back and forth.

"Oh God, Kim!" I moaned. "Your mouth feels so good." You better slow down, though. You have me so turned on that I won't last much longer like this."

At that point, she pulled her face away from my crotch and slowly started to pump my cock with her hand. She looked up at me and said "That's good. We should be finishing up now anyway. Tammy or Troy may wake up and wonder where we are, so we need to get back upstairs. Besides, you just gave me the most incredible orgasm of my life with your tongue. Now it's my turn to make you feel that good. Plus I want to taste your cum."

She then went right back to deep throating my cock. Every time she pushed her face against me, I could feel her breath in my crotch and her chin on my balls. Kim then reached around me and grabbed me by my ass cheeks and violently pulled me into her mouth. Then she pushed me back out. She continued this until I got the hint -- She wanted me to fuck her mouth hard. By now I was so turned on that there was no thinking. I just started to jam my cock in and out of her mouth. I felt her moan around my dick and when I looked at her body I saw her furiously jamming her fingers in and out of her cunt in time with my fucking her mouth. This was too much to hold back any more.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth!" I cried out

Around my dick I heard (and felt) her mumble "I'm gonna cum too"

I felt her moan and gasp one more time, and then the pressure let go. I felt my jizz fire its way up my shaft and out into her waiting mouth. As I exploded, I faintly was aware of her convulsing and shaking from her third orgasm of the night. My cum filled her mouth to overflowing before my orgasm finally started to die down. Kim reached down, took my balls into her hand and caressed them, as if to make sure that she got all the cum out of them. When she was satisfied there was no more cum, she milked my cock with her hand to get the last few drops onto her tongue.

We both climbed onto the couch and sat there for a few minutes to catch our breath. As she leaned her naked body against me, the reality of what we had just done started to hit me. I felt guilty, but at the same time, I had never felt so fulfilled in my life. I could tell that Kim was having the same kind of thoughts.

"I guess we should be getting back to bed before we get caught naked on the couch together." Kim said as she sat up.

For the first time since she sucked me off, I took a good look at her face. I could see a line where some of my cum had run down her chin and onto her neck and tits. She looked so sexy like that and I told her so. 

She kind of blushed and said that "Troy doesn't like to see me with cum on my face." He thinks it's degrading. It excites me that you think I look sexy like this." 

We both stood up and started gathering up our clothes. After we both had all of our stuff, I was standing behind Kim, so I put my arms around her and pulled her naked body close to me one more time. She snuggled her bare ass back against my slowing rising cock and moaned a little.

"We should go up now or else we are going to be here all night." She said softly.

I turned her around and said "You're right, but there is one thing that I need to do first."

With that I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes went really wide and she froze up for a moment. After a few seconds, her mouth accepted my tongue and we kissed like long lost lovers. When we parted we were both breathing heavy again.

"Why did you freeze like that when I kissed you?" I asked

"Troy won't even think about kissing me after I have had my mouth on his cock. Even if he doesn't cum and we are just messing around, he won't kiss me until I have brushed my teeth." She answered. "You kissing me with your own cum still on my lips and face shocked me. Couldn't you taste yourself on my mouth? Didn't that bother you?"

"That didn't bother me at all." I replied. "I don't mind the taste of my own cum on your lips. Yes it might be a little bit kinky, but sometimes kinky is good."

"I agree, kinky can be good sometimes. You just surprised me a little, that's all." She said.

"Don't worry, I can be full of surprises when I want to be." I replied giggling.

"Who's worried? I can't wait to be 'surprised' by you the next time something like this happens." She said, smiling.

With that we went back upstairs to our respective spouses. As I went into the guest bedroom, I stopped and thought about the last thing she said. I smiled when I thought about the words she used -- "next time."



Full of Surprises



"Hey honey, it's me," I said into my cell phone. It was Friday, a little after 4:30 PM, and I was standing in a crowded terminal at O'Hare International Airport. "I have some bad news."

"Was your flight delayed?" my wife asked. I could hear disappointment in her voice.

"Canceled," I said.

She sighed. "Are you able to get onto another flight?"

"Well, I was on standby for another flight, but they just told me that it's full. They were going to try to get me set up in a hotel for the night, but I think there's going to be a lot of people stranded here."

"Oh, that's terrible," my wife said. "I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight."

"Yeah, me too," I said. "I tried to call you about half an hour ago, but you didn't pick up. Were you out?"

"Yeah, I just got home," she replied. "I just dropped the kids off at your parents'."

"You did?" I asked. "Why'd you take them over to Mom's?"

"Well, I was planning a little surprise for you tonight. I picked up a bottle of that Riesling we like so much - you know, Süße Möse," she said in terrible German. "And I was going to get some sushi from Manzuri."

"That would have been a great honey. Sorry to ruin your surprise."

"Oh, it's not your fault. Don't worry about it. All that matters is that you get home safely."

I noticed that the ticketing agent seemed to be trying to get my attention. I pointed at myself and she nodded her head and started to wave me over. "Okay, well, I need to go and see about that hotel room," I said to my wife. "I'll call you a little later."

"Okay, I love you. Be careful."

When I walked over to the ticketing agent, I was expecting her to tell me about a hotel room. Instead, she shocked me by telling me that there was room for me on a flight after all. "The gentleman who was on stand-by in front of you has not checked in," she said. "You can still make it, but boarding has already started."

I had to run down the terminal, which was not easy since it was quite crowded. When I got to the right gate, I could see that they had already completed boarding, but the gate agent was looking out for me. She waved me through. "Hurry up," she said as she took my boarding pass. "There holding the door for you."

I ran down the ramp and saw a smiling flight attendant waiting for me. "Don't worry, you made it!" she said.

"Thank you so much," I said breathlessly.

"No problem, no problem at all. Follow me and I'll get you into your seat."

Obviously, I hadn't had time to call my wife back to tell her the good news. Although I wasn't technically allowed to use my phone on the plane, I was planning on texting her. But then I had a better idea. I wanted to give her a surprise of my own.

***

As soon as I landed and got off the plane, I called my wife. It was 6:14 PM when she picked up. "Hi honey," she said.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know that I just checked into the hotel," I lied.

"What time are you flying out tomorrow?" she asked.

"Um - I don't know yet," I said absently, trying to follow the signs to baggage claim.

"How do you know what time you need to be back at the airport?" my wife asked.

I realized that I hadn't thought this out enough to lie convincingly, so I decided to change the subject as quickly as possible. "Oh, well, I need to call the airline in about an hour to get the details for my flight. Anyway, I just wanted to get a room before the hotel filled up. I also need to grab a bite to eat. Have you had dinner yet?"

"No, not yet," she said. "I'm not too hungry right now."

That was good news - my surprise hinged upon my wife not eating anything before I got home. "Okay, I'm going to go ahead and go up to my room now," I told her. I was actually standing in front of the baggage carousel now, waiting for my green suitcase to drop. "I'll give you a call in an hour or so to let you know the details about tomorrow." I smiled to myself, since I would actually be home in less than an hour.

"All right," she said. "I'll talk to you in the morning then. Love you."

As soon as I got my suitcase, I hurried out to my car in the airport long-term parking lot. I could make it home in less than half an hour, assuming traffic wasn't too bad. I started the car and looked at my phone - it was 6:32. I called Manzuri - my wife was going to get some sushi tonight after all. I placed an order for a few of our favorite rolls and then put the car into gear. Everything was going extremely well so far.

For a Friday night, traffic was not bad at all. I made it to the restaurant in less than half an hour. Manzuri was the best sushi place on our side of town, and it was really close to our house, so my wife and I ate there often. The host recognized me. "Hey, good to see you back. How are you tonight?"

"Good, thanks. I'm just getting some takeout tonight."

"Oh, okay, let me check it out." He walked back to the sushi bar to talk to the chef. When he got back, he told me that my order wasn't quite ready yet.

"No problem," I said. "Okay if I wait at the sushi bar?"

"Sure, go ahead."

I took an empty seat at the bar and waived at the sushi chef, who recognized me and nodded. A few minutes later, he served a plate up to some customers and then came over to talk to me. He was an older Japanese man who spoke English with a heavy accent. "Hi, how are you?"

"Good, how are you?" I replied. 

She smiled and said, "Your wife - she was just here."

"My wife?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he nodded. "She pick up an order just a few minutes ago."

I wondered if maybe my wife had followed through with her plan of getting sushi tonight. More likely, I thought, the chef was just confused. Maybe he's mixing me up with someone else, or has confused some other woman with my wife. He has so many customers that he probably has trouble keeping them all straight. "That's strange," I said.

"You still want this order?" he asked, holding up my sushi order. 

"Yes," I said. "I'm positive I want it."

Chef shrugged and smiled. "Okay, that's good. I have most of it done already anyway."

Five minutes later, I was in my car and ready to drive back to my house, which was less than five minutes away. I looked at my phone and saw that it was 7:08. I could only hope that my wife had still not eaten. Holding the carryout bag in one hand, so the sushi rolls didn't move around too much, I pulled out of the parking lot. 

When I turned into my street, I felt myself getting excited. I started to image how I might be able to surprise my wife. The best case would be if she were upstairs, maybe relaxing in a bath. Then I might be able to sneak into the kitchen and get diner ready without her even knowing I was home. More than likely, I thought, she'd hear the garage door open and meet me at the door.

Just then, my house came into view. I could see that the lights outside of my garage were on. That was strange, because we never left those lights on - we only turned them on when we expecting guests. Then something even stranger happened: a car pulled into my driveway. The car had been ahead of me since I turned onto the street, but I barely even noticed it before. By now, I was pulling up to my driveway, and the car had still not moved. I figured the diver must be turning around, so I passed my own driveway and drove up the street.

I turned drove up to the next street and then turned around and drove back down towards my house. The car was still there. I couldn't pull into my driveway as long as that car was there, so I pulled over to the side of the road. "Come on," I whispered to myself. "Get a move on, will you?"

That's when I saw my garage door start to open. I guess my wife must have noticed the car sitting there in our driveway. I didn't recognize the car, but maybe it was a friend of hers? Maybe someone was drooping something off? The door was up now, but I didn't see my wife come out. Instead, the car pulled into my garage. It came to a stop and then the garage door started to shut again. "What the fuck?" I said to myself. Then the garage lights switch off.

I sat there, utterly confused, for several minutes. I had no idea what was going on, and I had no idea what I should do. All kinds of thoughts were running through my head, but I was simply too confused to make any sense of them. But finally, I realized that I needed to do something. I took my phone out and called my home number. It rang once. It rang again. After the third ring, I heard my wife's voice. "Hello?"

I was silent for a moment. I think I was surprised that she answered. "Hello?" she said again.

"Hi," I said weakly. My mouth was dry and I swallowed hard. "Hey, it's me."

"Hi honey. How are you?"

Again, I didn't respond immediately. I wasn't sure what to say. "Just checking in," I said finally. I looked at my house. All the blinds were drawn and I couldn't see any lights on. It looked like no one was home. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," she said nonchalantly. "Just watching some TV. Did you find out what time you're leaving tomorrow?"

"Oh," I muttered. I had completely forgotten that she was expecting me to call her with the details of my fake flight. "Well, I'm just supposed to go to the airport tomorrow morning, and they're going to get me on the first flight they can."

"Okay," my wife said. "So you're not sure exactly when you'll be home?"

"No." I replied. She was silent. Then I asked, "Are you okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, I know you don't like being at the house by yourself," I said. "The kids are at my parent's house, so you're there all alone there - right?"

She didn't answer right away. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wish you were here. Are you all right?"

"Me? I'm okay. Why do you ask?"

"I don't know," she replied. "You just sound kind of funny."

I wanted to ask her something else. Instead, I just said, "Been a long day - guess I'm tired."

"I'll let you get to bed then," she sighed.

"Okay."

"Good night honey," she said morosely. "I love you."

"Love you too."

I heard a beep and then the call ended. I sat there, looking at my house, wondering what to do. I finally confronted the thought that had been in the back of my mind since the garage door first opened: my wife is having an affair. It was ludicrous. She was so honest, such a decent person, such a wonderful wife and mother. How could she? Especially now, tonight, when up until a few hours ago she was planning to surprise me with a romantic evening together?

I got out of the car, crossed the street, and started to walk down the sidewalk towards my house. I heard a dog barking in the distance, but thankfully I didn't see any of our neighbors. I walked down my driveway and stopped at the garage door, looking at the keypad. I could type in the code and open the door - but then my they would hear that. 

"They," I thought. There's someone in my house right now, with my wife.

I walked around the house and went into the back yard. I climbed up the stairs of our deck and quietly walked over to the large window of our family room. The blinds were closed tight, but there was a soft light glowing from behind the window. I leaned in closer and tried to peer in through the small slit in the blind. I had to close one eye and focus in order to see anything at all. I could see the side table next to the couch. I moved my head and was able to see part of the couch. There was no body sitting there. I could only see about two feet of the couch at a time through the narrow slit. I looked at the middle of the couch, and then the other end, but I still didn't see any one there.

I walked over to the sliding glass door that lead into the sunroom. The vertical blinds were closed here too, but again, I could see that some lights were on. I could see a sliver of the kitchen table through the blinds, so I focused in. The chandelier over the table was on, though the light was dimmed down so that it wasn't too bright. I saw a wine glass at the end of the table. Then I saw someone sit down. His back was to me, though I could tell it was a man. He had blond hair. He was sitting at the end of the table - at my spot. There could be no doubt now: there was in my house, alone with my wife.

I saw someone pass by. It was so quick I didn't get a good look, but I knew that it was my wife. I couldn't see the right side of the table, and that was where my wife usually sat. But I did see a hand reach over from that side of the table, and grab a bottle of wine. It was a woman's hand - it was my wife's hand. The man was holding his wine glass out and my wife filled it. He sipped his wine, put the glass down, and then I saw him lift a piece of sushi up to his mouth.

"Son of a bitch," I whispered to myself, remembering what chef had told me. I must've just missed my wife at Manzuri. 

I pullout out my cellphone. It was 7:22. Then I saw the camera icon, and I knew that I needed. Evidence - air-tight, incontrovertible evidence that could stand up in a court of law. I tapped the camera button and focused in on the kitchen table. I had to zoom way in in order to get any of it in frame, and the auto zoom didn't know what to focus on. I snapped a quick picture - and the flash went off! "Fuck," I whispered.

I stood completely still and held my breath. Had they seen it? Had either one noticed anything. The guy didn't move. The seconds ticked away as I waited, expecting to see my wife stand up and walk into the sunroom. Then I saw the guy pick up his glass and take a swig of wine.

I started to breathe again. I looked at the picture I took. The glare from the flash in the glass had ruined the shot. I turned off the flash. I held it up and focused on the back of the man's head once more. I checked to make sure the flash was off again. Finally, I snapped the picture - there was no flash this time. I looked at the picture. It wasn't the best picture in the world, but it captured the image I wanted. A man sitting at my kitchen table, eating diner. Too bad my wife wasn't in the frame too. 

I took another picture, but over the next ten minutes or so there was really nothing new to capture. He was just sitting there, eating and drinking at my kitchen table. He was also talking - but I couldn't hear a thing.

Then I saw my wife pass. She had walked into the kitchen and I saw her better this time. She was wearing a tight blue blouse and tight black pants. I was waiting for her to walk back over again, to get a better look. When she finally did walk back to the table, she stood by the left side, were I could get a good look at her. She was picking up some plates and the empty bottle of wine. Now I saw that she actually wasn't wearing black pants - she was wearing a short black skirt with black pantyhose. She wasn't smiling and she didn't seem to be saying anything. I was staring at her face, trying to figure out what she was thinking or feeling. Then she walked away again.

"Damn," I thought, "I should've gotten a picture of that." I held my phone up again, getting ready for another shot. I zoomed in and was ready to take another picture. I realized that I probably wouldn't have a lot of time to take the picture. There was a good chance I'd either miss it all together, or the picture wouldn't turn out. I toggled the camera to camcorder and waited. When I saw my wife walk back into the frame, and I started to record. She took the rest of the plates off the table and walked back into the kitchen. A few second later, the guy got up and walked out of view as well. I stopped recording.

I replayed the video. She was only in frame for four or five seconds. But I had captured both of them together.

I looked up again, but they were both still out of sight. I wondered what they were doing. I saw that the man's wine glass was still on the table, and it was still about half full. Then I saw him walk over, pick up his wine, and move into the family room. I moved over to the window and tried to peer in through the small slit in the blind again. I saw him sitting on the couch now. I moved, so I could see all of his face. I didn't know who he was - but something about him looked vaguely familiar. He was sitting on the couch, looking around the room. He looked back over to the kitchen and said something. He was still looking in the direction of the kitchen. He said something again.

I was still peering through the slit, with one eye closed. I could only see a little tiny sliver of the room at a time. Then I saw my wife walk over and stand in front of him. He was looking up at her, smiling. I saw him running his eyes all over her body - from her face down to her legs. He said something and smiled. My wife, who was standing with her back to me, shifted her weight to one foot, and then she put one of her hands on her hip. She looked at her lasciviously and smiled. "What a smarmy looking son of a bitch," I thought. I pulled out my phone, but it was impossible to film or take a picture through such a small slit in the blinds.

The guy said something again. My wife reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. When she was done, I saw her pull the blouse open, and now she was standing again with both hands on her hips. The guy was grinning as he looked up at her. He looked like slimy used car salesman, and I had another feeling that I'd seen him somewhere before. I was ringing my brain, trying to think of where I might have seen him before - and then I thought about walking in there right now and knocking his teeth out.

He said something again. I saw my wife move. She stopped and said something. She held up a hand and pointed at him. He smiled and nodded, and then said something else. He talked for a while, but when he was done, my wife moved closer to him. Then she got down onto her knees in front of him.

I stepped away from the window. I felt light-headed, dizzy, like I was going to throw up. I wanted to scream, to smash something, to put my fist through the window. I walked down the stairs and went into the backyard. I ran through the side yard and up to the front door of the house. I got my key out and slipped it into the lock. I had to be quiet. I wanted to catch them completely by surprise. I unlocked the door and then moved the key up into the deadbolt. I heard it click. I put my key back into my pocket and turned the knob. I opened the door slowly, inch by inch - but then it stopped. The security lock was still latched - it allowed the door to be opened about three inches, and then it stopped. It could not be unlocked from the outside.

I shut the door. I didn't bother to relock it. I ran back to the backyard and climbed back up onto the deck. I peered through the blind. I saw my wife, on her knees, between his legs. Her head was moving up and down. The guy had his head back against the couch with his eyes closed. I felt sick and for a moment - I felt like I was going to faint. I put my elbow on my knees and crouched down. I tried to slow my breathing.

After I had recovered, I sat down in one of the deck chairs. What was I going to do? I couldn't record what they were doing - not through the narrow slit blinds - and I couldn't get into the front door either. So what were my options now? I thought about opening the garage door; about pounding on the window; about calling the police.

I got back up to my feet and peered into the family room again. There was no one sitting on the sofa. I moved back over to the sunroom door. I didn't see anyone. They were gone. I walked back over to the chair and sat down. I looked up at the master bedroom window, which was right above the family room, and I saw the lights go on. They were in our bedroom.

Okay, it was time to do something. My first thought was to gather evidence, but that wasn't working. All I had was a short little video of my wife picking up some plates. I'd just watched her sucking off some guy, but wasn't able to film it, and now they were in our bedroom. I needed to get into the house - I needed to get my hands on that bastard.




Full of Surprises



There were four ways into the house. The front door had the security latch, and I'd already tried to get in that way, but couldn't. The sliding glass door into the sunroom only locked from the inside, so I couldn't get in that way. The basement door had a security latch, just like the front door, which could only be unfastened from the inside - so couldn't get in that way either. That left the garage. They would hear me coming, but at least I'd be in. Unless, of course, my wife had latched the security latch on the door into the garage too. That was a chance I'd have to take.

Okay, so if the garage was the only way in, then that was how I had to go in. I stood and checked the sliding glass door, just to be sure. Locked. "Might as well check the basement too," I thought. I walked down to the basement walkout and reached for the knob. It was locked. I got my keys out again and unlocked the knob and the deadbolt. Then I started to open the door, waiting for it to stop from the security clasp to catch. It never did. I opened the door all the way and walked into the basement. I must've forgotten to latch it the last time I used this door. I was in.

It was pitch black inside the basement, so I turned on the switch next to the door. I shut the door and listened for a moment. The house was quiet. I walked over to the stairs and climbed up. I opened up the basement door slowly and listened. Again, I didn't; hear anything. I walked into the hallway and closed the door behind me. I walked into the kitchen. The table was empty. I walked over to the sink and saw two wine glasses there. I opened the garbage and saw the take-out boxes and some half-eaten pieces of sushi. I walked over to the door that led into the garage and unlocked it. I opened the door and turned on the light. There was a strange car in my spot.

I walked quietly up the stairs to the second floor. Our bedroom was right at the top of the stairs. The door was shut, but I saw the light glowing under the door. I still didn't hear anything. I walked to the door and listened - nothing but the pounding of the blood in my own ears. I got down onto the floor and tried to look under the door couldn't see anything. I stood back up.

"All right," I thought to myself, "This is it - think for a second." My marriage was over. That was a fact about which I could do nothing now - but I wanted my marriage to end on my terms: This house would be mine; the kids would stay with me, in their home; and I would not be paying a dime to my soon to be ex-wife. I was resolved now. 

I slowly turned the knob and opened the door. I paused. I still couldn't hear anything. I opened the door about two inches and then peered through the crack. There was some light, but it was rather dim. I opened the door a little more and then stuck my head in.

My wife was on the bed. She had her legs open and the guy was laying between her legs. I started to record. I zoomed in until the bed filled the whole frame. My wife had her eyes closed. She was still wearing her pantyhose - actually, they were a pair of black thigh-high stockings - and she was still wearing her blouse, although it was unbuttoned. Her skirt was off, as were her panties and bra, if she had ever been wearing any. Oddly enough, she was still also wearing her high heel shoes.

"I want you to come!" The guy had said it. I heard him sucking and licking now. He paused again and looked up, "I said, I want to hear you come!"

"Okay," my wife said softly. He was slurping and gulping again, and it looked he had a hand between her legs. The expression on my wife's face looked almost like she was in pain. Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed.

"Come!" the guy was saying, "Come, come, come!" My wife was groaning, trying to come, and then she did. It was unlike any orgasm that she'd ever had with me. It was loud and exaggerated and ugly . . . it was grotesque.

The guy got up to his knees and started to pull off his shirt. He was already naked from the waist down. "Okay," he said, "suck me again." My wife jumped up and put her head down between his legs. I could see her taking his dick between her lips. He was bucking his hips, thrusting into her mouth. She was gagging.

I went on like that for a minute or so, and then he said "Okay!" He pulled out of my wife's mouth, and then said "Get down on your back!" She lay back and opened her legs again. He positioned himself between her and guided his dick into her. In the zoomed in screen of my phone, I could see the head of his cock as he pushed in between the hairy lips of my wife's pussy. She cried out as he sank into her. "Oh, yeah," he said. He started to buck into her. His lips were by her mouth now, but my wife seemed not to notice. Her head was turned slightly away from him.

"I want your tongue," he said. My wife turned her head towards him, but her eyes were still closed. "Stick out your tongue," he said. My wife obliged, and I saw his tongue touch hers. He was plunging into her hard now, and my wife had her arms up above her head, holding onto the headboard. "Oh yeah," he groaned. "Oh yeah! I'm . . . I'm going to come!" My wife turned her head away from him again. He slowed his thrusting now, and then stopped completely. And then he yelled out as he started to come into my wife.

I stood there, shaking so much that I could no longer hold the phone. I stepped back and stood against the wall of the hall. I stopped recording and slipped the phone into my pocket again. I was afraid that I was breathing so heavily that they might even hear me. I started to feel physically ill - and all of the sudden I felt sick to my stomach. I hurried down the stairs and I felt myself break out into a cold sweat. I knew I was going to vomit now, so I rushed down the basement stairs and ran into the bathroom. I barely made it to the sink before I started to wretch.

I turned on the water to flush out the sink, and drank from the faucet to clear out my mouth. I used a hand towel to wipe the sweat off my face. I didn't hear anything from upstairs, so I was confident they didn't hear anything. Went back to the walkout door and turned off all the lights. I locked the door behind me and started to walk through the backyard. I looked up at the bedroom window. The light was still on. I walked into the side yard, and I was sick again. I vomited next to the air-conditioned. I had a terrible, acidy taste in my mouth again, and I knew that I didn't have anything in my car to wash it out. I thought about it for a moment, and then went back to the basement.

As soon as I walked into the basement, I heard the unmistakable sound of the garage door opening. I immediately shut the door and ran around to the front of the house. By the time I reached the front yard, the garage door was almost closed, and all I saw was the red brake lights of a car rounding the bend of our street.

I ran over to my car, fumbling to get my keys out. I knew that I had to catch up with him before he turned out of our street or I'd probably lose him. When I got into the car, the smell of the sushi hit me in the face. That, combined with the terrible taste in my mouth made me heave, but I had nothing else to come up. I started my car and looked at my house as I drove by. The garage door was down and there didn't appear to be any lights on. I sped by.

When I reached the end of the street, I didn't see the car. I swore and looked left and right. He probably went left, I thought. That was the way to the express way. I turned and hit a red light. "Fuck!" I screamed. I was scanning the cars ahead of me, but couldn't tell if any of them were the one I was after. I ran the light. I got to next intersection and looked left and right. I'd lost him. I didn't even have his license plate number

***

I don't' want to recount the details of the next three months, so here are the highlights. On the night after I'd lost the guy outside of my subdivision, I drove to my parent's house. It wasn't even 9:00 PM yet. I used the bathroom and hugged and kissed my kids. There were tears in my eyes, and I asked my mom to please put them down for the night. My dad asked me what was wrong and I sat down at the kitchen table. "Let's wait for mom," I said. "I don't want to tell it twice."

The next day, I called my wife bright and early. She still thought I was in Chicago. I told her I needed her to drive three hours to an airport in the neighboring state, since that was the only flight I could get that day. She agreed and then called my mom to ask if she could keep the kids for the day. My mom looked at me. I nodded and she said yes. She was still crying from last night.

As soon as my wife left the house, my dad and I went in and changed the locks. I packed up all of my wife's clothes. She called around noon, just about the time she'd be arriving at the airport. I didn't answer. My dad and I took the boxes of her stuff over to her parent's house and left them on the porch. Fortunately they weren't home. The lawyer met me at my house and he had everything ready when my wife arrived home. He severed her divorce papers and the temporary restraining orders at the same time. I didn't watch, but I could hear her screaming all the way in the bedroom. He told her that she should go to her parent's house, and that in the future all contact should go through him.

My wife tried to call me the next day. My lawyer called her back and told her that she was violating the restraining order and would be arrested if it happened again. She never tried it after that. I agreed to let her see the kids for an hour every day and for three hours on the weekends. For the visits, one of my parents would drop off and pick up the kids. It was a terrible time.

I didn't see my wife again for two months, until the date of the hearing. My wife initially denied she had been unfaithful. I showed the video. After that, I got everything I wanted. Sole custody of our children, the house (which was in my name anyway), and no alimony. She didn't really put up a fight - not after the video. She had only one condition: that I give her an hour. After that she'd sign the papers. My lawyer told me to accept, otherwise she could make it difficult. I agreed.

***

I drove to the park an hour early. I walked past the picnic table where I was supposed to meet my wife - she wasn't there yet of course - and then walked around for a while. The park was crowded, as it always was on weekends, which is one of the reasons I picked it as our meeting place. About fifteen minutes before the hour, I saw my wife walking towards the picnic table. She sat down and looked at her watch - then she started to look around nervously. I started to walk towards her. She saw me when I was about twenty paces away and almost gave me a half-hearted smile before thinking better of it and looking down at her hands.

I sat down across from her. She looked terrible. She's obviously been crying, and she had fresh tears in her eyes now. "Hi," she said sadly.

"Hi," I said.

"Do you have the papers?" she asked. I put the folder on the table and nodded. "Okay," she sniffed. "The first thing I need to know is if you saw him?"

"What?" I asked.

"I know you were there, but I don't know if you ever saw him. Did you see him?"

"Yes. I saw him," I answered.

"So you know who he was?"

"No, I don't know who he is."

"What do you mean," she asked. "It was Rick Strom."

I looked at her. "Who's Rick Strom."

She looked at me and frowned. "He told me everything. He told me about the money you embezzled."

"He told you . . . he told you what?" I asked.

"I know all about it. I did it to protect you. I did it to keep you from going to jail."

I looked at her shook my head. "What . . . in the hell . . . are you talking about?"

"Rick met me at the company Christmas party, over a year ago. I don't remember him exactly, but a few months later he came to our home. He said he needed to talk to me about you. He told me that he was investigating you and had discovered that you had embezzled a hundred thousand dollars from the company. He showed me the evidence the computer logs of you stealing the funds. He said that the FBI was preparing to indict you and he was cooperating with the investigation."

I looked around. No one else seemed to notice us. "What else did he say?" I asked.

"He said that, if you were found guilty, that you spend at least ten years in prison - at least ten, but probably a lot more. He said that the FBI didn't have enough evidence to convict yet, but they were getting closer. He also said that I shouldn't say a word to you about it, because if I did I would be an accomplice and I could serve time too. On the other hand, if I cooperate, he could help us both."

"And what did you say?" I asked.

"I told him I'd think about it. He gave me his card and told me that we'd have to meet again next week. By then, I needed to let him know where I stood."

I sighed. "Go on."

"The next time he met me, he brought a special agent form the FBI with him - his name was Jim Besser. They told me that if I cooperated, they would go easy on you and do everything they could to keep you out of jail. But if I didn't, they would prosecute you and me together." She wiped a tear away. "So I agreed. I thought it was the best thing to do for you. The best thing for all of us."

"What did you do exactly?" I asked.

"I started meeting with Rick every week. He kept me up to date on the investigation. He asked me about the money, but I told him I didn't know anything about it. I told him that you never told me anything about it. He didn't believe me at first, but eventually I convinced him. What did you do with the money anyway?"

I shook my head. "How long were you meeting with him, behind my back?"

"For several months," she said, weeping. "It was terrible. I felt sick. That was when I had to go to the doctor because of the pain in my stomach, remember? Then, about four months ago, Rick met me with agent Besser again. Besser told me that he was ready to indict you. He said that if I helped, they would seek a plea deal and there was a good chance that you wouldn't have to go to jail. So I agreed again to cooperate."

"So how did you end up in bed with . . . with Rick?" I asked incredulously.

"After Besser left, I broke down and Rick was trying to comfort me. He told me that Besser was depending on him to deliver the evidence and that he . . . he said that he could help us. He said he cared about me and considered me a friend, and he said that he would help me. He asked if we could meet again, so he came to the house the next day."

"Okay," I said. "And then what?"

"He told me that . . . he told me that he was in love with me. He said he knew that it was wrong and that nothing could come from it, but he wanted me to know. Then he said he could destroy the evidence. He said without it they couldn't indict you. But he said it was risky for him, and that he could get into a lot of trouble. But he said he would do it if I would . . . he said that he would do it if I gave him . . . one night."

I shook my head. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

My wife wiped her eyes before continuing. "I told him I couldn't and he left. He called me the next week and said he needed to tell me about the case. We met and he said the FBI was ready to indict and he had to turn the evidence over soon." She rubbed her forehead. "Then he said the offer still stood. He said he would probably lose his job over it, but if I would agree to be with him then he would make sure the FBI couldn't convict. But I still couldn't. Anyway, this went on for the next two weeks, and then you went on that trip to Chicago."

"My trip to Chicago? What does that have to do with anything?"

"Besser came to the house the day after you departed," my wife said. "He told me that Rick Strom was wrapping up his investigation and would be delivering the evidence by the end of the week. He said that they would probably be arresting you at the airport when you flew home on Friday. He wanted to make sure that I was still going to cooperate. After he left, I called Rick. I told him . . . I told him that I needed his help."

"So you agreed to it then?" I asked.

"I did. I had my parents watch the kids on Wednesday, and Rick took me out to diner. We came back to the house, but . . . but I couldn't do it. I broke down and he ended up leaving. He was really quite upset with me," she laughed through her tears. "Any way, he left. And the next day, Besser called me and said he had a warrant for you arrest. So I called Rick again. I told him we had to do it that night, because you were going to come home the next day. But I couldn't get anyone to watch the kids, so it didn't work out."

"And then came Friday," I said.

"Yes. Rick called me and said he had to deliver the evidence that day. He said that I should enjoy the night with you because it would probably be the last night I spent with you. So I arranged to have your parents watch the kids. I was going to tell you everything that had been happening. But then you called and said you wouldn't be in until the next day. I realized that this was the last chance I had, so I called Rick and told him to come over. He agreed to destroy the evidence if I could go through with it . . . and I did."

I looked away from her.

"It's been three months, so I guess Rick was true to his word. You've not been arrested."

I stood up and started to walk away. She told me to wait and I held up my hand. "I'll be right back," I told her, "I just need to make a call."

I went over to the woods and called Liz, who worked in HR at my company. We spoke for about fifteen minutes, and I was sure to be out of earshot from my wife. I came back I sat down across from her again. She looked at me expectantly.

"You should have told me," I said.

Her eyes welled up again. "I know. I know I should have. I thought I was doing the right thing. I . . ."

I held up my hand and she stopped. "I just talked to HR. There is a Rick Strom who works at my company. He doesn't work in security, or internal investigations, or any such thing. He works in IT support."

"What?"

"I didn't embezzle any money. Jesus, how could you think that I would do something like that?"

She didn't know what to say.

"He lied to you. I guess he saw you at the Christmas part and . . . I don't know I guess he thought that he could take advantage of you. Anyway, everything he told you was a lie."

My wife covered her mouth and started to weep. "Oh my god! But . . . but what about . . . what about Jim Besser?"

"I don't know. He was probably a friend of his or something. Did he show you any identification?"

She nodded. "Well maybe we can get the bastard for posing as an . . ."

My wife burst into uncontrollable crying. I got up and walked over to her, taking her into my arms. "Shhh . . .it's okay," I told her. She fell into my arms and I just tried to console her.

"What have I done," she said. "Oh god, I've ruined everything."

I was finally able to calm her down and took her by the shoulders. "Look at me," I said. She looked up into my eyes. "It's okay, you didn't do anything wrong. Everything you did, it was for me. You did it for our family, you did it for our kids." She started to weep again. "I'm sorry," I said. I had tears in my eyes now too. "I'm sorry I didn't talk to you three months ago. I'm sorry that I put you through all this"

She fell into my arms again and we hugged each other. "I missed you so much," she said.

"I know, I've missed you too," I said. I kissed my wife for the first time in over three months.

***

He was stupid to use his real name. Maybe he thought I'd never find out the truth. Maybe he thought my wife remembered him from the Christmas party and knew his real name. Whatever the case: he was stupid to use his real name. There was only one thing I needed to do now: get even with Rick Strom. And I needed to be introduced to Jim Besser as well.



Full Of Surprises: After The Concert



Full Of Surprises: A Blast From The Past

For those of you who have been following the exploits of Callie, here is an experience from back in the 80's.

It was a cold January night and we were at a concert venue in the center of Ohio. I was due to perform 2 sets (I was a professional musician back then.) Callie came along for the show, and we arrived early and reserved a hotel room for after the gig. We were late getting a room booked and were only able to get one with 2 queen sized beds, but we knew that we'd only be using one. So it didn't really mater at the time. 

I guess it would be a good time for a little background on the status of our relationship at this point. We were in our early 20's, and had been married about 3 years and Callie really looked super hot, she had been a high school cheerleader and was still in fine form, and her legs were the best I'd ever seen. We used to read different adult magazines all the time and were both intrigued by some of the adventures in some of the stories that we read. We had discussed performing some of these in real life, but had so far kept them to just the fantasy stage.

I'd been secretly hoping that Callie would loosen up and go through with at least SOMETHING a little kinky, but I decided I'd just give it time and see if she might come around.

We made it to the venue and got the sound and lighting checks out of the way, and were just kind of hanging around when I noticed Callie giving our bass player some serious looks. I watched from the sound board while they exchanged some rather interesting eye contact, I had known for a long time that Bob (the bass player) had been hot for Callie since the first time he laid eyes on her. He was a really good musician and a good looking guy so he did very well with the ladies, but had never really approached Callie, I would assume he kept his distance in order to not cause problems with the band.

At 8:00 PM we began our first set and everything went really well, the audience was into it and we were having a great time. Callie was in the front row, and I happened to notice she was having quite a few beers. I also noticed that she was zeroing in on Bob, which was unusual, but I ignored it and concentrated on playing.

We ended the first set and were back stage taking a break and going over some things for the next set, when I noticed Callie and Bob off by themselves talking. I walked over to joined them and got an odd feeling that I had interrupted something, but I just blew it off as my imagination, and the fact that Callie was pretty buzzed and went back to getting ready for the next set.

The next set went off just great, but I kept noticing Callie focused on Bob. The set ended and we packed our instruments and amps, and were standing around discussing the weather (it was near zero outside) and where were going to go next. Some of the guys wandered off to get a drink and soon it was just me, Callie, and Bob. The bus was outside warming up (the venue allowed us to keep the bus there overnight since we were a few days away from the next gig) and Bob was bitching about having to sleep on that cold bus, since it never really got all that warm when it was that close to zero outside. Then out of the blue, Callie says "we have a room a few blocks from here, it has two beds and we're only using one so why don't you just come back and spend the night there?"

Bob looked my way and asked if I cared, of course I didn't care, I didn't really like sleeping on the bus either. It would put a major crimp in my plans to fool around with Callie that night, but we had an extremely active sex life, so I figured missing one night wouldn't kill me.

We stayed around the venue and had several more drinks. Callie was getting really buzzed, but she kept right on drinking, which was not unusual, other than the quantity, she usually settled for a nice mellow buzz, but on this night she was really getting lit up.

Finally around two AM we made our way back to the room, and Bob said he'd go find a bar and get some more beer and give us a little time alone and off he went. I was laying on one of the beds when Callie came out of the bathroom wearing only a very skimpy pair of panties and one of my shirts that only had two buttons fastened, and the were in the middle of the shirt. It looked totally sexy. 

She crawled onto the bed and asked if I thought the outfit was too much for Bob to handle, I told her that as soon as he saw her he'd be horny as hell! "Really?" she asked. To which I replied " I've been watching you two all night, you have something in mind.

Callie rubbed my crotch and said "I really need a hard cock inside me." I took a chance and asked if maybe she was wanted two hard cocks inside her, to which she replied "hmmmm, now that might be interesting. Would you mind?" I tried to play it cool and told her that it wouldn't bother me, as long as it was what she really wanted, and not just the alcohol influencing her sex drive.

Callie once again surprised me by saying "I've been thinking about that for a while since we've been reading all those stories in your magazines. Besides, it's only sex!

About that time Bob came back to the room with a pretty good buzz on, and carrying a 6 pack. He opened one and handed one to my already buzzed wife, and he lay down on the bed opposite where we were laying. "Damn, I've been out checking out the local talent, and couldn't find a girl worth bringing back, I was gonna surprise you guys!" With that Callie got up and sat down on the bed beside him and said "well isn't there already one here?" Bob shot me an inquisitive glance, and I just said "hey, when she's been drinking this much she gets really horny, we both couldn't handle her tonight." Bob took the hint and decided to see how far things could go.

Callie was still sitting on the side of the bed drinking her beer, and pretended to spill some on Bob's chest. She said "here, let me clean that up for you." With that, she unbuttoned his shirt and proceeded to lick his chest and suck on his nipples. After a few minutes of this she sat back up and asked if that was better. Bob was a little stunned, but very excited by this development. His reply was " you can finish the whole 6 pack that way if you like." He looked over at me to see my reaction, and I just smiled and shrugged. I told him "remember, when she's had this much to drink, things get wild."

Callie was still sitting on the edge of the bed drinking, and pretended to spill more beer on HER shirt. She looked over at Bob, and asked "think you can help me clean this up?." 

She crawled up the bed and put her breasts right in Bob's face and unbuttoned it exposing her gorgeous breasts for his pleasure. Bob was immediately taking advantage of the situation, licking and her tits and sucking on her big nipples. I thought it would be a good time to leave these two to their own devices and excused myself to go take a shower.

I had been in the shower about 10 minutes, relaxing from the trip and the gig when Callie walked in and said "Bob just put his fingers inside me, and he's a great kisser, are you really ok that I play tonight?" I told her to go for it, I know that Bob has had his eye on you for a long time you just might have a really good time. With that she kissed me and went back to the bedroom.

I took my time drying off, and walked out to the bedroom in my underwear to find them both totally naked and locked in an embrace kissing passionately while grinding against each other. I just walked past and winked at Bob and relaxed on the other bed to enjoy the show.

Callie rolled over on top of him and started kissing her way down his chest, sucking his nipples, kissing her way toward his rock hard cock. Bob was moaning in ecstasy. She slowly licked her way to the head of his cock, and was giving it small licks, swirling her tongue around the head, driving Bob crazy. After a few minutes she swallowed him whole, almost sending him over the edge. She sensed that he was about to cum and backed off a little since she really likes to suck a nice cock she wasn't ready to let him cum just yet. Finally after she thought he'd had all he could stand she swallowed his whole cock and started swirling her tongue wildly around his shaft. It was only seconds before she drank his whole load without missing a drop. 

Callie kissed her way back up his chest and gave him a big kiss and asked if it was her turn for some licking. Bob pushed her back on the bed and propped a pillow under her tight ass, and began his own teasing routine. He would flick directly on her clit, slide his tongue inside her already dripping cunt then pay more attention to her throbbing clit. She looked over for my reaction and I just smiled and gave her a nod. That was all she needed. She spread her legs as wide as she could to completely give herself to him. After a while Bob started bring her pretty close, her chest was pink and she was really breathing hard. He would bring her right to the edge and then back off over and over again, I assumed that he was resting his cock for later and he really extended his attentions to her cunt. After about a half hour of keeping her on edge I watched him suck her clit into his mouth and his tongue must have really worked some magic. Her legs were in the air and she was really grinding onto his mouth and had pulled a pillow over her head and was screaming into it. Bob let her down easy and kissed the insides of her thighs while she lay there quivering, coming down from what looked like an incredible orgasm.

I continued to lie there on the bed across the room watching the best porno that I had ever seen. They were both really turned on, and they took a short break to kiss and fondle each other while they recovered.

After a few minutes Callie decided to take charge and rolled Bob over on his back and climbed on top of his once again hard cock, and guided it slowly inside her soaked cunt, squeezing it with her incredible cunt muscles the whole way. I thought he would cum before he was all the way inside her. But he recovered quite well from her earlier ministrations, and when she finally slid all the way down his shaft and started riding him, he gave it right back to her. I could tell she was already getting close. (She's very easy to get off.) Bob grabbed her hips and was impaling her on his cock like a mad man and Callie started to moan, I knew she was at the edge. He thrusted inside her harder and harder until she collapsed on top of him cumming all over his cock, I could actually see her juices flowing onto him from across the room.

Bob smiled at her and asked "did you like that baby?" All she could do was moan in pleasure. I had been having sex with her for several years and didn't thing anyone could wear her out, but Bob was on a mission. He rolled her over onto her back and slowly slid his still hard cock into her, she gasped like she was still on the edge of another orgasm. He put her legs over his shoulders and really started pounding her, she loved to be fucked hard and he was really giving her what she liked.

I lie there on the bed in amazement. She was totally uninhibited and going crazy with all this. I was watching my wife but it was more like watching the wildest sex starved nympho that I had ever seen.

Bob picked up his pace and Callie started cumming again, I vividly remember her head thrashing from side to side with her hands grabbing his tight ass and pulling him into her harder and harder. She was having one wild multiple orgasm. Bob kept pounding and pounding until I was starting to wonder if she could stand it. Finally he shoved his cock into her and filled her with his cum and ground against her drenched cunt. They were totally spent, and when he finally pulled out of her it looked like there had been a small flood on that bed. Callie licked Bob's cock clean and gave him a big kiss and hug and thanked him for the great fuck and headed for the bathroom. Bob looked over at me with a smile and said "thanks dude, that was the wildest fuck of my life, you're damned lucky to get that on a regular basis" I told him that she'd worn me out more times than I could count and it's like new every time.

About that time Callie came walking out of the bathroom wearing one of my t-shirts and patted Bob on the ass and said "thanks again" and walked on over to our bed and climbed in beside me and asked if I had enjoyed the show. I thanked her and told her she should be a porn star, to which she just laughed and gave me a kiss and curled up and went to sleep. 

Sadly, I joined another band not long after that, and they never got a chance to repeat the experience but it's one that is burned into my memory in vivid detail, so I can replay it any time I want. I'm sure that somewhere out there Bob is doing the same.