0 comments/ 7461 views/ 0 favorites Infatuation By: Stormer1_1 "Skin the color of cinnamon His eyes light up and I melt within Feels so good, it must be a sin I Can't stop what I've started..I'm giving in.." ~ a snippet from Christina Aguilera's "Infatuation" All I had wanted was to attend a taping. I remember that sentiment, before anything happened that exquisite June day. My boyfriend and I had stood, lying in wait with the rest of the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of someone before the show began. And that's when the experience began taking shape. The loving hand I had been connected to abruptly vanished from mine, and I whirled around, expecting to see my boyfriend beside me. I didn't; all I saw were excited faces of young women, men and some of their parents begging for the attention of their favorite so-called star. I stood up on my tiptoes, not an easy feat in these thigh high stiletto vinyl boots, and called my boyfriend's name. I heard his voice call back to me, and I turned to it, but to no avail. I could have sworn I caught 2 of the more famous actresses whisking him through the top-secret door to some unknown destination. But before I could follow them, the mass of the crowd began to carry me away. The suffocating Los Angeles heat invaded my lungs. I struggled, I gasped with knowing terror, as my body was pressed tighter into itself. Darkness swam across my eyes. And then a hand was extended to me. I grasped it gratefully, not seeing or knowing anything of my rescuer, only that the hand felt masculine. And I felt lucky to be alive. I was pulled into the building and ushered into an adjacent room. Then brief, shocked silence, punctuated lazily by the whirr of rotating fans. "Are you alright, miss?" His voice asked me. A voice my mind could not yet register, but my body did. Warm, husky, accented with Spanish. Slowly my synapses called themselves to order, and I forced myself to open my eyes. The image was fuzzy, but I stared anyway at the lean, dark, slightly muscular form in the director's chair next to me. I couldn't focus on his face, but that did little to keep me from staring blatantly at the sensual presence. "You look pale. Here, let me help you out…" The young man's voice continued, and I sighed in relief as long fingers brushed a cold washcloth against my forehead and tender eyelids. "Thank you," I whispered to the man, and he laughed softly. "Ah, it is nothing. Are you feeling better now?" He asked me, and I nodded, feeling slightly dizzy but otherwise healthy. Indeed, all my body's responses to my surroundings - and to my rescuer - were positively amorous. It was then my eyes finally focused, and I recognized my hero. "It's you!" I exclaimed in an awed whisper, trying not to let my feelings be too obvious. There was that dazzling, toothy smile I knew so well from the choice photos I had hidden in a secret folder…used for, shall we say, entertainment purposes. The thought of those purposes suddenly filled me with urgent guilt, and I asked my new friend where my boyfriend was. He gave me an impish shrug, that smile still curving his full lips - now framed, my mind noted, by a delicious 5'o clock goatee. "He'll be along in a while. Don't you worry about him; believe me, he's not hurt in any way. I'm more concerned about your well being." He purred, his brown eyes gazing in the direction of my short denim skirt. I wondered if that was all he was concerned about as I realized how far up my thighs the garment had traveled. I also wondered how concerned I should be that I can't take my eyes off of the spot where his shirt had opened, leaving much of his bare chest showing brazenly. "Look, I appreciate what you did for me back there, and I love your work and everything, but I really should get back to my boyfriend now." I said, hoping I sounded convincing enough for him to let me leave. What I did not say was how anxious I was about the thought of leaving my man alone with those two starlets, and myself alone with someone whose presence dominated my deepest sexual fantasies. I stood up from the couch, but as I had expected, he met me at the dressing room door, grasping my wrist gently when I reached for the doorknob. "Please, don't leave. You should have adequate time to recover from your scare outside, and besides, I haven't had company other than my co-stars for ages." Our eyes met and battled one another sublimely. His other hand reached up to brush a strand of long brown hair from my face, again turning my attention to how long his fingers were, how strong his hands were built. I wondered how many women he had pleasured intimately with them. "You haven't even let me offer you a drink yet," He pouted, grinning. "I've got some Kahlua here, some vintage wines…or just ice water. Whatever you want." He said, allowing his last words to be infused with double meaning. Despite my mind's objections, my body seemed to want the last word. And I did want to get to know him better, him being my favorite actor and all. Finally, I let my hand down and smiled sweetly. "All right, fine, you win. But not for too long, okay? My boyfriend will be worried." The smile faded slightly so that it played upon his lips. He leaned in close enough to let me breathe his scent and kissed my cheek so close to my neck, I swore he was initiating something. My skin tingled and goose bumped from the light, arousing contact. "He won't know the difference…and neither will you, my dear." Then the moment was gone, and he was rummaging in his fridge, searching for the brown bottle. I sighed like a little schoolgirl and managed to settle myself into the other foldout chair, hoping I could keep my composure. TBC Infatuation This is a little story about a girl I knew. Arguably the most fantastic woman in the world. Jenn. Fantastic because of her ample looks. At 5'6 she weighs in at a mere 105 pounds and has a perfectly shaped ass and nice perky B cup tits. Her face... Well, there's just no comparison. Long flowing blonde hair. Full lips and the most piercing of blue eyes. But most of all her personality and interests are what made me cum in my jeans the first time we spoke. What could be so compelling, you ask? After about five minutes of our initial meeting at a local piano bar she started in on my favorite subject. Sex. All kinds. It was a lighthearted and fairly comical conversation, but nonetheless it was one of those things where you knew half was said in jest leaving the other half as the truth. "I've done it all," she laughed as she downed her fourth Cosmopolitan in the last hour. "Gang bangs?" I quickly inquired. Not so much because I really wanted to hear about it, more to call her bluff. Granted I've often fantasized about gang bangs, but never really thought it was something I'd want to experience. I don't think anyway. "Define a 'Gang,'" she countered. After a little thought I estimated , "Five Guys?" "No. Not five." She responded with a slight wink. "Four?" "No." "Three?" "No." "Two?" "I refuse to answer that on the grounds that it may make you think MORE of me!" She laughed. "Two guys, huh?" I inquired. "I never said that." She responded, then went over to get another drink. As she stood at the bar, I couldn't take my eyes off her. More specifically, I couldn't take my eyes off her sun dress, which was now see through due to some well placed lights under the bar, leaving me the most splendid outline of her inner thighs and that lovely space between her legs. She turned to me and caught me staring. I think there was some drool escaping my lips. She then looked down and noticed what was drawing my attention. She quickly opened her legs wider exposing more of the outline, "Nice view, huh?" "Sorry. Sorry, I was... Um... I think my contacts are drying out," I uttered without thinking. "You wear contacts?" She asked. BUSTED. "No. What? Oh, no," Was all I managed to retort. "Do you want another beer?" she asked. I quickly drained the last half of my bottle, "Sure." After a moment she returned with my beer and another Cosmo for herself. "Hey there's a booth open in the back," she noticed. "Shall we?" "Um..., sure." Ok, now I'm starting to sound like a moron I thought. We made our way back to the booth, which was nestled underneath a staircase and not visible to anyone other than the bartender. Once there, she grabbed my hand and started staring at my palm. "Sorry, it's a little sweaty." I said, for some strange reason. Then I added the even more ridiculous, "you just, sort of make me a little nervous." What am I doing? I'm dying here! Someone call the paramedics! Who says that? "Nervous?" She asked. "Why?" "I don't know. You're just really... You know what, I'm just going to shut up for the next few minutes or so, if that's Ok." Finally! I'm starting to become rational again. But it wouldn't last long. "I don't want you to be nervous." She said as she lightly traced the lines on my palm. "Too late for that. It's there. It's not going away." "Hmmm. Is it going to get worse?" "I honestly doubt it could." I responded. Which was probably true. "Well, that could actually be a good thing. I mean, if this is as bad as it gets, then we really have nothing to worry about, right?" Then, before I could say anything - or think for that matter. She kissed me. 'Kissed' doesn't do it justice. Her tongue pierced my lips and sought out mine and for what seemed at once an eternity and a milli-second we were locked in the most passionate kiss I have ever experienced. "Wow." Somehow escaped my lips when we parted. "I'll say," she responded licking her lips. And then I realized something. Something profoundly unexpected and unnerving. My hand had been placed by her or me - it's hard to tell who did what - between her legs. And my fingers, as if they had a will of their own, were tracing every contour of her inner thigh. Her pussy lips which were only concealed by the thin fabric of her dress were smooth and delicious. I could feel her wetness and it drove me out of my mind. "Sorry, I'm a little sweaty." She said as some sort of tension breaker. "You make me nervous." Then we both laughed. But my hand. My hand stayed put, joined by hers, which guided it around her little slice of heaven. Her hips gyrated. Her bottom lip tucked under her teeth. Her eyes closed. And for what seemed like hours we enjoyed the feel of each other. "May I?" She asked as she put her hand on my aching cock. I couldn't really say no. I mean, fair is fair, right? "Oh my, this is no good." She giggled. I was mortified! I'm too small. And I thought seven inches was above average! Embarrassed, I pulled my hand from her wet mound and scooted over. "Where are you going?" She quickly responded. "I..." "Oh," she realized her statement was off, "I didn't mean what I think you thought I meant." And she grabbed for my hard member once more, then leaned into whisper... "I was only saying that it's no good to have this nice hard cock sitting here all alone." God, I love it when a woman says the word cock! I almost lost it all right there! To further intensify things, she scooted up enough to raise the sundress and expose her nicely shaved pussy. My eyes almost shot out of my skull! "Let me help you," she offered, then grabbed my hand and placed it on her juicy center. My fingers quickly darted inside and began exploring this marvelous creature. At this she began squirming feverishly, all the while trying to get my pants undone. I leaned back granting her access, and in a second she was in, producing my swollen head and veiny shaft. She squeezed a drop of precum out, swiped it up with her finger then licked it clean. "Yummy," she said as she quickly squeezed again producing another healthy dose. "Wanna taste?" She brought her finger, wet with my precum to my lips. What was I gonna do? Say no? I opened my mouth and let her finger dance around my tongue. "Good, huh?" I think I managed a, "Uh-huh." Then she leaned in and whispered, "He can see us, huh?" As she motioned to the bartender. "Um, probably not everything right now." I replied. "Hmmm. He knows we just met, so it'd be a little..." She trailed off. "A little what?" I asked. "I want your cock. In me. Now." She replied. "But he knows we just met, and I don't really want to come off as too much of a slut. I mean, I like this place and I'd hate the label." Not knowing what else to say, I responded with, "Yeah." "I guess we could leave, but I'm having so much fun and I'd hate to lose this booth, it's tough to get." And I of course responded with, "yeah." "Hmmm." She thought for a moment while slowly stroking my cock. Rubbing the precum around the head. Meanwhile I had managed to get three fingers in her sloppy wet pussy, and was slowly working them in and out. I was in heaven. "Let's improvise." She finally opined. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, we can't fuck here in this booth... I mean, we could, but he'd definately see us and we'd run the risk of getting booted, so..." "Yes?" Where is this going I wondered. "Let's explore something unknown." "What do you mean?" Forgive me, but I'm not the sharpest tack in the box. "Well, you tell me what you'd like to do to me, right here, knowing the circumstances, and I'll tell you what I'd like to do to you. It'll help us get to know each other better." Now, I'm WAY nervous and not knowing how to respond. Sure there's any number of things running through my sick and twisted head, but I can't just blurt them out! Can I? "I don't know." I managed to respond. "Oh, Come on, don't get all shy." She quickly replied. "Anything goes, that's the deal, I'll do whatever you want, and you do whatever I want, and the only rules are he can't know." "But..." Seeing that I needed some persuasion she stroked my cock real hard and produced a healthy deposit of precum, then proceeded to lean back, remove my hand from her pussy and began rubbing my juices all around and inside her sweet box. That did it, whatever she wants she gets! "You want me to start?" She asked as she placed my hand back on her mound and began stroking my cock again. "Yeah, Sure." I replied. "Ok," she leaned forward and whispered, " I want to get my hand nice and coated with my cunt juices, then jerk you off." "Ok." I grunted, but she wasn't done... "And when you're about to cum, I want you to tell me, so you can shoot your load in my drink..." "Wow." I was amazed, and still she wasn't done. "And then... Then I want to share it with you." "The drink?" I don't know about this. "Yes. The drink. I want to share your cum with you. I want us both to imbibe the nectar. I love cum, and I know I'll love yours, and I want nothing more than to share it with you." She makes an interesting case, so... "If that's what you want." "It is." And she tasted another drop of my precum, then stuck her finger in my mouth. "Your turn." Oh, Shit, my turn. But I was having so much fun with her turn! "Well, I... Jesus, this ain't easy." "Anything." She responded. "Well, Um... Ok, well... How about I... How about..." I took a drink of my beer then a thought sparked in my head... But could I? "Well, I could..." "Anything." She again reassured me. "I could fuck you with this bottle?" Jesus, did I just say that? She's gonna run off! "Yes, you could!" She bit my ear as she giggled. "Is that what you want? You wanna fuck my hot cunt with that beer bottle?" Damn! This girl ROCKS! "Yeah, I do. I wanna shove it in you then take it out and drink from it." She leaned back and spread her legs wide open. "See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?" "No. No, I guess not." And with that I brought the mouth of the half full bottle to her pussy's shining lips. I slowly moved it around, making sure it was getting well lubed, then proceeded to insert it very slowly. "Oh, God, yes.... I need to be filled." She whispered. " More. Give me more." I do as I'm told. And began pushing it in further. She kept her hips as still as possible to allow me to fuck her rather than her fucking it. It began getting tight as the girth of the bottle pushed towards her entrance and I began to get concerned. But she'd have none of that. "Do It. All of it. I want you to fill me." She whispered violently in my ear. "Stretch my cunt. Make it hurt. Fuck me with your beer." And so I did. Shoving the bottle's body up into her beautiful cunt in one fast motion. Stopping once it could go no further, and barely an inch was still left outside of her now stretched womb. "God, that feels amazing!" She blurted out. I just stared at this beautiful woman I had just met with her sundress hiked up to her hips and the remnants of a beer bottle protruding from her hungry center. I rotated it slightly, mesmerized by this glorious slut I had stumbled upon. She realized I was side tracked and so she too looked down. "Do you like that? You like seeing me do as you ask?" "Yes." "You like seeing my cunt stretched with the beer you were drinking?" "Yes." "I'm glad." She then took my hand away from the bottle and leaned me back making sure the bottle remained lodged deep inside. "Let's not mess up a good thing, huh?" "No." I leaned back eyes on her beautiful face. "My turn." And she spit in her hand to lubricate it, then began stroking my cock like it's never been stroked before. "I want you to look at my cunt. I want you to remember that I am doing as you asked. I'm your toy and you're mine. Just remember to tell me before you shoot." "Ok, it won't be long." "Good," She replied then began going faster and faster. One hand cradling my balls, the other working it's magic on my shaft. "I want your cum. Soon, we'll both get to feel what it's like for you to shoot your life inside me. But for now, I just want it. I want to taste it. I want to feel your cock when it explodes. And I want to share it with you" "It's Coming..." She quickly removed the hand from my balls and grabbed her glass and put it under the table in front of my throbbing head. "Cum for me. " And with that I released a tidal wave. Thick glob after glob shot out into her half full Cosmo. "Oh, God, yes... That's it, baby. Fill my glass with your seed." And I almost did! As she stroked the last remaining drops from my cock, she said, "God, I can't wait for you to do that on me." Then she brought the drink to her lips and drank half of it. As she savored the taste she put the glass to my lips and I swallowed it down. "Do you like your cum, baby?" "Yes." "Good. We have that in common." Would you like your beer now? Jesus, I forgot all about the beer still lodged in her! I gently grabbed the end and slowly pulled it out of her. "Oh, Yes, go slow." She moaned. "One of these days we'll have to do that when we've got more time." "I agree," I said as I finally removed the bottle from her pussy and took a long drink. "Save Any for me?" She asked. I handed her the bottle and she licked it clean, then took a long drink. "Good to the last drop!" Yes, Indeed, I like this girl! Infatuation My name is Roger and my wife is Beth. We are both 52 years old and have been married 31 years. We have two kids, both grown and married and are waiting for our first grandchild. I'm looking forward to it, but Beth said the thought of it made her feel old. She really has nothing to worry about. Beth has kept herself in great shape and can still turn heads. But, she still worries. We have a comfortable life and I thought we were still very much in love. As far as I knew, we had remained faithful to each other, at least I had, and still have a satisfying sex life. We make love at least once or twice a week and are still quite affectionate. Beth works at a bank and gets off a couple of hours before me, so she has time to run errands, do things around the house and start dinner. When I get home, I help her finish and we eat together. On Wednesday, I came home and didn't see Beth in the den or kitchen. I heard her talking on her cell phone in the bedroom, so I started walking that way. When I got close enough to understand what she was saying, I froze in place. She was laughing and giggling with someone she was obviously very familiar with. Her tone was flirtatious and quite intimate. I stood still, listening to her side of the conversation, "Of course I enjoyed this afternoon. I've enjoyed all the time we've spent together the past 3 weeks...Yes, I've enjoyed the passionate kissing and the way we fondle each other under the table...Yes, you do get me horny and wet and I can tell by your erection that you enjoy it too...Look, I've told you that I'm comfortable with the kissing and petting, but I'm not sure about going any further. I don't think I could actually have sex with you...Oral? I just don't know. To me, oral is sex. I love my husband very much and don't want to jeopardize our marriage". There was a long pause and her tone became forceful. "I don't want to hear you say those kind of things about Roger. He's a kind and loving husband and father. This has nothing to do with him. He hasn't done anything wrong or mistreated me in any way and I love him dearly. If I hadn't become so damn infatuated with you, we wouldn't even be talking. If I hear any more of your derogatory remarks, we're done, infatuation or not...OK, apology accepted. When are we meeting again?...Friday, at Calloway's Bar and Grill?...That's good. I like that place. They have high-backed booths and large tablecloths that provide more privacy...You don't give up do you? OK, I'll think about going further...Yes, maybe even oral sex...No Tony, I don't love you, but I love the way you make me feel when I'm with you. Bye." I couldn't believe what I just heard. I hurried back to the kitchen, grabbed a drink and sat down before she came in. What should I do? I had heard enough to know she has been seeing him for 3 weeks. They've been kissing and fondling each other, and she's considering doing more. My first thought was to confront her now. We would have a huge fight and possibly ruin our marriage. We have been together too long to just throw it away before I knew more. I needed to know if she was serious about escalating her 'affair'. So, I kept quiet and waited for her to walk in. She turned the corner and saw me sitting at the table. She jumped and said, "Oh, God Roger! You scared me to death. I didn't know you were home. How long have you been here?" There was an anxious tone in her voice. I let her worry for a few seconds and said, "I got in a few minutes ago. I didn't see you, but I heard you talking on your phone in the bedroom. You seemed rather involved, so I didn't interrupt. I got a drink and waited for you." She seemed quite flustered, but said nothing. So, I asked, "Who were you talking to?" She stammered a little and said, "I was talking to my Mom." I asked if everything was OK. She said, "Yes, she's fine. It was just a typical mother-daughter talk." I said I hoped she said hello for me. She said she did. Still, she just stood there, saying nothing. Finally, I said, "Since you haven't started dinner, I assume you were late getting home." She thought a few seconds and said, "Yes, I went to the mall with Karen, from work. She wanted my opinion about a dress she wants to buy. I just got home and haven't started anything." She started walking to the kitchen and said, "I'll get dinner going." I stopped her and said, "That's OK. Let's just go out. How about going to Ciero's? We haven't been there in a long time and you love their pasta dishes. She relaxed and smiled and said that would be nice. She went to freshen up while I finished my drink. While I waited, I thought about our marriage. She has never given me any reason to even think she has been unfaithful. It seems they hadn't gone past kissing and fondling each other, but Tony, who ever he is, was pushing her hard. I might be able to forgive her, if it stopped at that. But, if she has any kind of sex with him, our 31-year old marriage is over. I was going to try to make her realize how much I love her and how much our marriage means to me. But, she would have to make the decision. We went to the restaurant and I got them to seat us in a booth away from the main area. We ordered wine and drank while we waited for our food. Beth seemed to relax and as I held her hand, she smiled. The meal was excellent and we really enjoyed ourselves. As we headed to the car, I held her hand and before she got in, I took her in my arms and gave her a nice long kiss. She smiled and said, "This was a very nice evening. We have to do this more often." I agreed. When we got home, she went to take her shower and get ready for bed. I got her cell phone from her purse and looked at the caller ID. It was from a cell phone and only gave the number, not the name. I scrolled through the call log and found several calls a day to and from that number for the past 3 weeks. Tomorrow, I would have to find out more about Tony. When Beth finished, I took my shower, put on my shorts and walked into the bedroom. She had the lights low and wasn't wearing her nightgown. I removed my shorts and got in bed next to her. We began kissing and caressing each other. I moved down and began softly kissing and licking her nipples. She really likes it when I do that. I spent a good 5 minutes licking and sucking each one and she was moaning softly. Then, I kissed down her body and began kissing and licking her pussy. Her moans increased and she rotated her hips so I had easier access to her. I pulled her pussy lips open and began to lick her more forcefully. Every so often, I sucked her clit into my mouth and kneaded it with my lips. Each time I did, her body tensed and she let out a long, low moan. After about 10 minutes, her breathing increased and she began to moan continuously. I began licking her faster and put two fingers in her pussy and stroked her G-spot. As her orgasm began, she screamed and using both hands, she forcefully held my head as she thrust her pussy into my face. I kept licking until she finally pushed me away. She had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily. I moved up beside her and held her as her orgasm subsided. She finally opened her eyes and said, "That was wonderful, as good or better than it has ever been." Then, she moved down and took my dick in her hand. I was already hard and she began to lick up and down my shaft. Then she licked and sucked the head while she stroked me. She began taking more and more of my dick into her mouth, until there was no more to take. She sucked hard, almost creating a vacuum as she pumped up and down my shaft. This was great and after about 5 minutes, I was on the verge of coming. As good as this felt, I stopped her and said, "Honey, I really want to make love to you and cum inside you." She smiled as I moved on top of her and slowly sank into her. When I hit bottom, I held still and passionately kissed her. She responded by wrapping both arms around me and squeezing me tightly. I began slowly stroking in and out of her. It hadn't been this nice in a very long time. After about 5 minutes, I couldn't hold back and began pumping harder and faster. As my orgasm began, I moaned loudly and exploded inside her. Her pussy became very wet and slippery, as I filled her with my cum. Finally, I stopped, rolled off beside her and held her as I recovered. She said, "Wow! I don't know what got into us, but I like it." I said, "Me too. Beth, I hope you know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Even after all these years, you have been the only one. There have been no others. I can't imagine my life without you and I hope nothing ever happens to change that." She looked at me oddly and said, "You know I love you too. But, why would you think something would happen to change that?" I said, "No reason. I just want you to know exactly how I feel about us, that's all." She didn't say anything else. We just held each other and went to sleep. The next morning, I left a little early. I had a busy day ahead, but it had nothing to do with work. I went to my office and got on the internet. I found a site, which for a nominal fee, provided me with his complete name and address - Tony Winston. I went to the phone book and found his home number. The listing was for Tony and Martha Winston. He even had a second line for their two children. Then, I Googled him and found he had a business web site. Turned out that he sells supplies to area banks. One of his accounts is where Beth works. That's how he met her. Now that I had all the information I needed, it was time to talk with Tony Winston. I didn't want to use my cell. After this was over, I didn't want him bothering me. So, at lunchtime, I went to Walmart and bought one of those prepaid disposable phones. I went back to my office, closed my door and called him. He answered saying, "This is Tony Winston. How can I help you?" I said, "Hi Tony. I'm Roger. You don't know me, but you do know my wife, Beth. I think you know her quite well." There was dead silence and I said, "Tony? Are you still there?" He mumbled, yes. "Good. Now don't hang up or I'll have to tell Marsha about the dates you've been having with my wife." I heard him groan and he said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know any Beth." I said, "Come on Tony, you know you do. What if I tell about the conversation you had with her yesterday evening? You talked about your date yesterday at Callaway's Bar and Grill. Beth really likes that place. It's very private. She said she loves the way you play with her tits and rub her pussy. She also likes rubbing your dick until it's hard. You've been pushing her to do more but she's not sure she wants to. She said she loves me and doesn't want to loose me. Then, you said some very disparaging things about me and she told you that if you ever said those things again, she was through with you, infatuation or not. You apologized, then asked again about oral sex. Tomorrow, at 4pm, you're going to meet at Callaway's. She said she doesn't love you, but she loves the way you make her feel. Now do you remember?" He said, "Damn you! What do you want?" I said, "Nothing really. I just want you to keep your date with Beth tomorrow, that's all." He said, "What? You've got to be kidding." I said, "No, I mean it. I need to know if she will really cheat on me. If I stop her now, I'll never really know. There are a few conditions though. You can't let her know we talked. Next, you have to convince her to make her decision tomorrow. Tonight, I'm going to tell her that tomorrow, I won't be home until at least 11pm. That gives you the whole evening to try to convince her. If you're successful, convince her to go to our house. You are not to go anywhere else. If she's really serious about cheating on me, she'll agree. If you get that far, you are free to do whatever she will agree to do. One favor though, don't fuck her in our bed. After the divorce, I'm keeping the house and I don't want to have to buy a new bed. That's about all. Any questions?" He said, "I can't believe you really want me to fuck your wife. You might as well go see your lawyer, because I can guarantee you that she will be fucked. I'm a very persuasive person and always get my way. I won't force her to do anything. I won't have to. After I'm through, she'll be begging me to fuck her some more." I said, "Give it your best shot. But, if at any time she wants you to stop, let her go and never see her again. If you do, I'll have to let Marsha and the kids know about the whole thing. Do you understand?" He said, "I understand. But, neither of us will be disappointed." I said, "You're supposed to meet at 4pm, but get there 10-15 minutes early and make sure your cell phone is fully charged. I'm going to call and you're going to leave your cell on and put in your shirt pocket. That way I can listen to everything." He said, "No problem, then you'll be able to hear me fucking her. When we get undressed, I'll be sure to have the phone so you can hear her suck my cock and swallow my cum. Then, listen to her scream in delight as I eat her pussy and fuck her. Does she like anal? It doesn't matter, she will after I finish assfucking her." I was getting pissed about the way he was talking. I said, "You really are a slimy asshole. I can't believe your wife hasn't seen what you really are." He said, "My wife isn't very bright, in fact she's pretty dumb. But, I like that. She thinks I'm the best thing that's ever happened to her, and she's right. I've been cheating on her since before we got married and she doesn't suspect a thing." I said, "I feel sorry for her." He said, "Don't. She's happy. I always keep her satisfied." I asked, "Does Beth know you're married? Did she even ask?" He said, "As a matter of fact she did. I told her that a year ago, my wife died a hideous death from cancer and I'm just now trying to move on with my life. Beth has been very sympathetic and supportive." I was speechless and finally just said, "I'll call you a little before 4pm." Then I hung up. What an arrogant ass. How could Beth have ever gotten involved with him? I hope what I said and did last night, will make her realize what she's risking. When I got home, Beth had prepared a romantic dinner, complete with candles and wine. After dinner, we made love again and it was as good as last night. Afterwards, I held her and said, "Beth, again I want you to know how much I love you and I want us to be together always." She said, "Roger, I love you too. Don't worry, we always will." We kissed and held each other as we fell asleep. In the morning I told her, "I meant to ask you something last night, but we got preoccupied. Bill, from work, got a bunch of tickets for the ballgame tonight and asked if I wanted to go with them. I wouldn't be home until after 11pm. Do you mind?" She said, "Sure, that's fine. Enjoy yourself. I'll find something to occupy my time." I hoped it wouldn't be Tony. Work was almost impossible. I left at noon to take care of some things before going to Callaway's. At 3:45pm, I was parked across the street, waiting. I called and asked Tony if he was there yet. He said, "Roger, yes I'm just walking to the door now." I said, "Put your phone in your shirt pocket and take it out once you're seated. That way I can make sure I can hear everything." He did and I could understand his conversation with the waiter. He said, "Did you get that?" I said I did. He said, "Good, I wouldn't want you to miss anything. I want to thank you again for letting me fuck your wife. You're the first husband to actually tell me it was OK. I guess you enjoy being a cuckold." I said, "The second she sucks your dick or you lick or fuck her, she's no longer my wife. So, I don't see myself as a cuckold." He said, "I guess it's all in the way you look at it. I've got to go. Beth is walking this way." After a few seconds, I heard, "Hi Babe, you look terrific...What, no kiss? What's wrong? You must have had a hard day at work. I already got you a drink. Sit down and tell me about it." She said, "I have had a hard day, but not because of work. I almost called to tell you I wasn't coming. But, I decided that I owed it to you to talk to you in person. I've been doing a lot of thinking about our relationship. What we've been doing is dating. And, I shouldn't be dating you, or anyone. I'm married. What we've been doing isn't right, I know that. But, part of me is enjoying our 'affair'. Although, it's not really an affair, we haven't had any type of sex. But, I know that's where you want this to go. You want us to have sex. And, I just don't think I can do it. The thing that really scares me is that I've actually been considering it. I think we should stop seeing each other. I love Roger, not you." I thought to myself, "Great! She finally understands and is going to end it." Tony said, "I know you do. Look, it was very wrong of me to say those things about Roger, I'm sorry. Beth, you're a beautiful and sexy woman. You have helped me see that I still have a life to live after loosing my wife. I've enjoyed being with you and all the things we've done to please each other. I know you've enjoyed it too, haven't you?" She nodded, yes. "Look, we can't deny that there's a sexual attraction between us, because there is, right?" Again, she nodded, yes. "I guess I've been pushing too hard for sex and you're not sure. I'm sorry. We can slow down and just continue with what we've been doing. Really, I'm fine with that. Look, we've both enjoyed it and I bet this has even improved your sex life with Roger, hasn't it?" She smiled and said, " Oh yes! Roger and I have been having some of the best sex we've ever had." He said, "See, we may not be in love, but we're good for each other, we help each other. That's what friends do. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?" She thought a second and said, "No, I guess not." He said, "Good. Then it's agreed that we'll continue our relationship as is?" After a few seconds Beth said, "Yes, I guess we can." He smiled and said, "Great and maybe someday you'll think about doing more, even oral?" Laughing, he said, "After all, you ARE infatuated with me, right?" Beth laughed too and said, "Yes, I guess I am. We'll see how it goes." He said, "See, problem solved. You're better already." She laughed again and said, "Yes, I guess I am. Thanks for setting me straight." He said, "No problem, that's what friends are for. Now can I have a kiss?" Beth laughed and I heard them kiss for several seconds. I couldn't believe what I just heard. Beth went there to end it, but he talked her out of it. Damn, he was good, too good. I began to believe that Beth was actually going to have sex with him and kill our marriage. They laughed and made small talk and I could tell Beth was feeling more at ease, as their conversation became more intimate. Tony said, "What time do you have to get home to Roger? We don't want him to get suspicious." Beth said, "Roger's going to the ballgame with some friends and won't be home until 11pm or so." He said, "Great, then we don't have to hurry. How about we order dinner and eat here?" Beth agreed. They ate and drank and enjoyed themselves. When they finished eating, Tony made his move. "Beth, It's only a little after 6pm. Since you're free for the evening, why don't we go back to your place? It's private and we can continue our fun there." She said, "I don't know about that. You know I'm not interested in going further. I don't think it would be a good idea to take you home." Tony began pushing, "Beth, I told you we can slow down and just continue what we've been doing. This is the perfect opportunity to spend some quality time together alone, without trying to hide what we're doing from the waiters and other people. Wouldn't you like that?" Infatuation She said, "I guess that would be nice." "Sure it would. I won't try to force you to do anything you don't want to, I promise." She thought a few seconds and asked, "You promise to stop if I tell you to? Even if I tell you to stop and leave?" He said, "Of course. I'm a gentleman, no means no." She thought a minute and finally said, "OK. I guess we can go to my house. But, I'm not promising anything." He said, "Fair enough, I understand. We'll finish our drinks and go." I couldn't believe it. Obviously my actions and comments the previous two nights weren't enough. She was actually going to take him home, to our house and maybe to our bed. Well, it was time to get home and see if she gives in and throws away our marriage. As Tony followed Beth home, he took his cell from his pocket and said, "Roger, you hear that? I told you, I always win. I'll be gentle at first, but she will get the fucking of her life. I'm going to fill all 3 holes. When you get home, maybe Beth will let you eat and fuck her with my cum still in her pussy and ass. Listen, my cell battery is getting low. I'm charging it while I drive to your house. But, don't worry, I brought my charger. I'm sure Beth will show me where the electrical plug by your bed is. I know you asked me not to fuck her in your bed, but I'm going to anyway. That's part of the thrill - fucking your wife in your marital bed. I'll make sure I keep the phone where you can hear everything." Then, he just laughed. Everything was in place when they came in. Beth showed him to the den and got them drinks. This was it, what she did next would determine the fate of our marriage. They continued talking and flirting. Tony moved close and began to play with her tits while they kissed. Then, he took her hand and placed it on his dick and she began fondling it. After about 5 minutes, he said, "Beth, this is great, but it's time for more." He stood up and pulled his pants and shorts down. He was fully erect and moved closer to her and said, "Suck me Beth. It's all right. You know you want to. Take me in your mouth and suck me." She opened her mouth and moved her hand toward his cock. Then, suddenly, she backed away and said, "No! I'm sorry, I can't. I never should have gotten involved with you at all. And, I certainly should never have let you talk me in to bringing you here. I don't know what I was thinking. I love Roger more than anything and I'm not going to be any more unfaithful to him than I already have. Please leave and I never want to see you again. I almost made the biggest mistake of my life." Tony was furious. He said, "You prick teasing bitch. You want me, you know it. I've spent a lot of time and money on you, buying you drinks and dinner. I've been stroking your ego, telling you how beautiful and sexy you are, but in reality, you're just a 52-year-old bitch, with an average body. And, I'm not about to be rejected by the likes of you. You owe me. You're going to suck my cock and I'm going to fuck your pussy, then fuck your ass. By the time I'm through, you'll be begging for more. If you don't, I'm going to tell your wimpy ass husband about us. How would you like that?" She stood in his face and shouted, "I finally see exactly what kind of person, no, prick you are. You're a smooth talking dickhead. I can't believe I didn't see that sooner. You don't care about anyone but yourself. I'm not going to fuck you, no matter what you do. You don't have to threaten to tell Roger, I'm going to do it myself. I owe him that. I just hope he will forgive me for my stupidity. Roger is a real man. He is kind, caring, and considerate. I love him and I hope he still loves me after this. But, even if he throws me out, I would never fuck you, under any circumstances. Now, get out of my house." Tony said, "After you confess to him, ask him why he gave me permission to fuck you. He called me yesterday. He knows about our dates. A real man would've threatened to kill me, if I didn't stay away from his wife. But, Roger told me to go for it. He said he wanted to test you, but I think he just wanted to listen to me fuck you. He had me leave my cell phone on so he could listen to us at the restaurant and here. He's probably somewhere, still listening while he jacks off. What do you think of your loving husband now? If he really loved you, he would've tried to stop you." I could see the shock on her face. Then after thinking about it, she smiled and said, "He did try to stop me, twice. But, I was too stupid to realize it. And, he was right. If he had confronted me when he found out, neither one of us would ever know if I would have been unfaithful. He could never really trust me unless it was completely my decision. I've made my decision. I hope he sees that. I may have done too much damage, but I hope he sees that I finally realized what was right and stopped. Now get out of my house." Tony said, "What if I don't? You still owe me. After I'm through with you, you'll be thanking me." Then, he moved toward her. At that moment, Martha and I came running down the stairs. Both Beth and Tony froze when they saw us. Martha began yelling and hitting Tony. She pushed him, and with his pants around his feet, he stumbled backwards, hitting his head on the coffee table as he fell. She kept hitting him, calling him all kinds of names and telling him to never come home and that she was going to divorce him. After awhile, I pulled her off him and she left. Tony quickly got dressed and left, trying to catch up to her. Beth just looked at me and cried. I wanted to hold her, but I had mixed emotions and just let her cry until she stopped. Then she asked, "How did you know?" I said, "Wednesday, you were on the phone in the bedroom and didn't hear me come home. I overheard your conversation with him. I could have just confronted you right then and we would've had a huge fight that I may or may not have gotten over. But, even if I did, I would never be able to completely trust you. "So, I took a different approach. I said nothing. Instead, I took you out for a romantic dinner and I tried to tell you how much I loved and needed you. And, that I would be devastated if something happened to change that. "Thursday, I called Tony and told him to see you Friday and force you to make a decision. Then, he began bragging about how easy it was going to be to fuck you. He started describing all the things he was going to do to you and was excited to have me listen. He was such a conceited ass, that I had to tell his wife. I had recorded our conversation and after she heard it, she agreed to help me. "Thursday, I told you again how much I loved you and wanted us to be together always. I hoped you would make the right decision, but it was up to you. "Friday, Martha and I listened to you at the restaurant. When you agreed to take him home, he gloated about it, telling me he was going to fuck you every possible way, in our bed. When you came home, Martha and I were watching from the upstairs balcony. I thought for sure you were going to suck him." She said, "Roger, did I stop in time? Can you ever forgive me and trust me again?" I said, "I don't know. You out and out lied to me and this was no little white lie. You were trying to cover up your inappropriate behavior. That breaks my trust in you. You disrespected me and our marriage. I have to wonder if you've been lying to me all the time, about other things. How many men have you done this same thing with? Have you actually ever cheated and had sex with someone else?" She said, "Oh, NO! I've never had sex with anyone but you. And, I've never been involved in any way with another man. Tony is the first and last." I said, "You can't imagine how much you've hurt me. I can't believe you fell for him in the first place. Then, you continued dating him, kissing and fondling each other. Twice, I tried to tell you end it. I thought I got through to you when you told him you had to stop seeing him. But, obviously not. You told him I would be late coming home and then brought that asshole into our house. You kissed and fondled him until he stripped and you were inches away from sucking his cock. You did finally realize what was happening and stopped. But, you should never have let it get that far. I want to know why this happened. How could you let yourself get sucked in, so to speak?" She said, "Roger, I'm so sorry and so ashamed. I don't exactly understand why I let myself get involved with him. He is about 15 years younger than me and attractive. He was nice to me, he complemented me and told me I was beautiful and very sexy. He played on my ego and I loved it. He made me feel good about myself. I became infatuated with him and I fed on the attention. And, I also felt sorry for him, after loosing his wife. I hope he burns in hell for telling me that. I was stupid and weak. It started out with just flirting, then kissing, then he pushed for more. Eventually, I let him fondle by breasts and pussy and I rubbed his dick, all while were fully dressed. He kept pushing me to do more, but I told him I didn't think I could. "After what we did Wednesday and Thursday, I thought about what I had been doing and I knew it wasn't right. Friday, when I went to meet him, I fully intended to end our relationship. I told him so. But he convinced me that there was nothing wrong with it, that we were good for each other. I let myself be talked into continuing. I'm really disappointed in myself. "Then, I let him talk me into bringing him to our home. I'm so sorry for that. When he stood up, dropped his pants and shorts and moved his cock to my face, I hate to say it, but for an instant, I thought about doing it. But, I finally realized I couldn't and stopped him. I was so foolish. Even after warning me twice, I didn't stop until it was almost too late. As you saw, he didn't take it very well and I became afraid he was going to force me. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been here." I said, "I hope you see the dangerous situation you put yourself in." She nodded and hung her head. "Beth, when I found out, I thought I could forgive you, if you stopped before having sex with him. You did stop, but I wish you had stopped sooner. I know I'll never be able to forget what you did. I have to wonder if there is something missing in our marriage that caused you to do this. Is there something wrong with you? Is there something wrong with me? Have I not been attentative enough to you? Have I neglected you or taken you for granted? Do you not love me like you used to? Do I not satisfy you emotionally, physically or sexually in some way? Do you want to try something or someone different, more exciting?" She stopped me saying, "Oh, NO! There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. If you remember, I told Tony that when he started saying those things about you. It was never about you, it was me. I was a foolish middle-aged wife who was flattered by the attention. At my age, I worry that I'm not pretty enough or sexy enough any more. He played on my fears and made me feel desirable. But, I finally realized, almost too late, that the only person I have to be desirable to is you. You and our marriage are all that matters. I'm sorry, I forgot that. I know I broke your trust and I'll have to work hard to earn it back. And, I realize it will take time, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes. Can you please try to forgive me? I promise it won't happen again." I thought about it a minute. Despite everything, I still loved her. She did stop on her own. And, as I told her the last two nights, I couldn't imagine my life without her. I said, "Beth, I do still love you. You were foolish and jeopardized our marriage, but I still love you. It will take some time for me to completely trust you again, but I want to try. I want to try to forgive you." Beth flew into my arms and sobbed uncontrollably. I found myself crying too. We finally stopped and Beth said, "Thank you Roger. I promise to do everything I can to restore your trust and faith in me." We just continued holding each other. Finally, Beth said, "I'm going to go take a shower and wash off any trace of Tony. Then, I want you to make love to me. Will you do that?" I said, "I'd like that very much. But, remember, this will be the third night in a row and I'm not as young as I used to be either. But, I'd certainly like to try."