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The Best

By: shanier



I'm in love with a great guy, but we are bad together...Anyway, I went to see his band play last Saturday and was determined to bring him home from the bar...Though I had been drinking all night (thanks to the kind consideration of a hot bartender named Brenda), I was stone cold sober when his band got finished and he came off of the stage. I went up to him and asked if he'd come home with me...he said he had to help pack the equipment and then take it back to their practice space. Needless to say, I thought I'd be getting the shaft and not in a good way. But then he smiled at me and said "hold on." 

Long story short, back at my house, he and I were lying on my bed, talking about work. How intimate it is to be let in on someone else's life. How wonderful it is to lie next to the one person who gets you...and to not be in pain. As we talked, he began to run the tips of his fingers over my cheek. The conversation continued, aided by the touching. I ran my nails along his arms, and listened to him, glad to be in his world again. He took my hand, and began to suck my fingers. First kissing the tips, then the knuckles, then licking their length, and finally taking them into his mouth individually. I could only coo. 

He smiled at me, pleased that I was enjoying myself, pleased that he was having such an affect on me. Then he leaned in to kiss me. The scruff of his face teasing my skin, his soft lips sucking mine, his firm tongue exploring my mouth. He's the only person I've ever kissed that really knows how to kiss. He's forceful when he should be, soft when he should be, and knows how to use his tongue. 

This experience as a whole is my best, because, for one, it taught me how much I love to kiss. Especially with someone who is quite good at it...As we kissed, he ran his hand over my clothed breast, raising the nipple to a peek of hardness, in spite of the cloth that covered it. As fate would have it, he's also the only person to ever have any luck teasing my nipples...I'm always open to any of his touches, any of his exploration. 

Kissing still, his hand slides down my stomach toward the top of my pants, gracefully he maneuvers inside, his hand moving toward my pussy. He cups my pussy, and kisses me harder, biting my bottom lip, making me moan. Suddenly as his kiss deepens again, and he plunges his tongue into my more than ready mouth, he plunges a finger between my now swollen lips. He breaks the kiss only a moment to smile and say "you're so wet!" His appreciation of my reaction to his touch turns me on even more. I raise my hips against his hand, and he begins to slide my pants down over my hips. 

Never one to let things stand in my way, I push him back using my lips on his as leverage, and stand, pulling him up as well and begin to undress him as he undresses me. Once bare, skin to skin, he goes about biting my shoulders...an act he knows I can't resist. I beg him to bite harder, though it only comes out as breath. He bites first my left shoulder, then my right with a severe intensity that makes my legs shake, my nipples rise against his chest, and my voice escape in a deep moan. 

He whispers to me, "Becky I want you to fuck me." He knows I have a serious hang up about being on top, but he begs anyway. I am at first rebuffed and shy and feeling guilty because I simply can't do it. I am afraid the moment will be ruined, instead he asks me to lie next to him. He kisses me, explains to me how much better it feels to him when the woman is on top, but assures me he won't pressure me for anything. He leans in, kisses me again, scratching lightly down my back with his nails. I feel his erection pressed against my hips, and my pussy contracts, making me shudder. Again he bites me, this time accompanying it with a smack to my ass. "Harder!" I beg, and he kisses me ferociously, pressing his whole body against mine, and smacking my ass harder. I gasp...I'm in such need of his hard cock...I smile up at him and whisper "pressure me!" 

Taking his cue, he begins to beg me to fuck him. I straddle him, my nerves assuaged by my need to feel him deep inside of me. As I kneel over him, he positions his cock, wet with precum, at the opening of my pussy. I slide down taking him all the way inside...feeling him pressing deeper into me than ever in the past. Suddenly I understand why this is such a popular position. I am nervous about it all but he diverts my fear, by moaning and again begging me to fuck him...begging me to make him cum. I raise my hips, contracting my pussy around the shaft of his cock, and then grind my hips back into his...The look on his face is ecstasy. My confidence somewhat more resolved, I continue to fuck him, moving faster as I feel his muscles tightening. His face contorts suddenly, and beautifully and I suddenly feel a warm wet rush inside of me. 

His orgasm is powerful, his hips press up against me but I am clinched too tightly to lose his precious cock. My pussy hugs it, taking in every drop of cum. As his orgasm subsides, he smiles at me, broadly, knowingly, and asks me to kiss him. I slide off of him, lie down next to him, kiss him deeply. I am so thrilled to have made him happy, so thrilled that he was able to push me beyond my hang ups, so thrilled that we had yet another experience to link us together. 

We continued to kiss...both a little tired, until we fell asleep, our faces still close together, our arms still intertwined.

The Best...



I was what I really never thought I wanted to be... a soccer mom. And to my great disdain, I even looked like it today. I was wearing mom jeans. Mom jeans. And as usual, my hands are holding my camera, because you know, I just might miss a cute picture of my daughter as she ran down the field waving at me as she goes by. For the record, my pride would have required that I look better than this on a weekday, but it was a Saturday game, so mom jeans were acceptable. I heard the other moms chattering beside me, but, as usual, I don't join in much, I am after all what many of them pity or scorn, a working mom. I don't join in their discussions very often, but I listen a lot. I was half listening as I stood up and walked towards the field with my camera.

I heard them talking about the new girl on the team, or rather her dad. I looked through my camera and snapped Meghan's picture, the new girl needs her picture taken too, I thought as I fanned the field looking for my daughter again. Then I saw him. I dropped the camera to my side and said "Who is that?" I thought it was under my breath and no one heard me until I heard Jasmine's mom say, "Hon, have you not been listening? That's Meghan's dad, and he is capital H HOT, right?"

"Girl, you know it," giggled Emma's mom. 

"Yeah, this is the first game he's been to, I would have noticed, you know, I love older men," sighed Alex's mom.

"From what I hear, his other kids are older, Meghan was a surprise baby," said Jamie's mom.

"Hmm," I said as I raised my camera back up and slid my now more magnified view over to this new dad to the team. He was tall, easily 6'2" with distinguished features, gray, or maybe white hair, it was hard to tell in the light, glasses and that's when I realized that he'd caught me looking at him. I blushed and went back to taking pictures of the team as they chased each other up and down the field. I really didn't mean to walk towards where he stood at the end of the field. Or, at least I didn't think I meant to. I was just chasing a better shot of the kids playing, getting closer to the goal... I looked up when I felt myself step into the shade. It wasn't until then that I realized that I'd walked all the way to the other end of the field where the park ended and the woods began. 

"Team photographer?" he asked.

"Hmm? Umm, well, of sorts I guess. I'll make a slide show of pictures for the team party at the end of the season, does that count?" I said as I looked up into ice blue eyes and shivered despite the heat of the day.

"It's a little cooler over here in the shade," he offered, but I was lost for a moment.

"What?" I asked.

"You shivered, I mentioned it was cooler here in the shade, it's why I wanted to stay down here instead of out in the sun where everyone else was."

"Oh, yeah, right, good thinking," I was catching up now. "I thought maybe you just didn't want to get mobbed by the crazy soccer moms down there." 

"Well, there is that too," he laughed. "If you get a good picture of my Meghan, I'd love a copy, if you don't mind sharing your masterpieces. By the way, we haven't actually met, I'm Meghan's dad, er, I mean, I'm John." 

"Oh, right, I'm Stacey, also known as Abigail's mom," but my words drifted away as he reached to shake my hand. His hand completely covered mine, and he rubbed his thumb very lightly across my palm, just enough to make me shiver again. I shook myself out of my daze, surely I was imagining things, "I'd be happy to e-mail you any pictures I get, not that they are masterpieces, but I'll send them to you, by e-mail?"

"That would be great," he reached into his pocket and handed me a business card and when he handed it to me, again, his finger lingered just a little longer than necessary in my palm and my pulse quickened. 

I must be losing my mind, I thought, just as a round of applause went up from the other end of the field. I spun on my heel, and turned to see what I'd missed. Then I felt his breath near my neck as he whispered at my ear, "I'd love to hear from you anyway," and his hand, which he'd rested on my hip when he leaned in to whisper, slid to my ass, "I'd like to get to know you a lot better." 

"What..." I stammered as I slapped at his hand, and looked quickly at the other spectators to make sure no one saw. I immediately doubted my own intentions, I hadn't really slapped his hand away with purpose and despite myself, I turned to grin at him. 

The eyes that I thought were icy just a few moments before now burned into mine, and I shivered once again. "Umm, I'd better go, looks like the game's over," and I hurried back to where I had been sitting to gather my stuff and go home.

"Ooh, you talked to him" "What's he like?" "What did you talk about?" "Is he even hotter up close?" The mommy brigade attacked me with questions that I tried to answer quickly so I could escape to the safety of my car where I could sort my thoughts. 

I e-mailed the picture that I took of Meghan to him the next Monday after the game, got a brief "Thanks" in return, and pushed the entire experience out of my head, well, mostly out. That is until the next game Friday afternoon. I came straight from work, and I was running late. I was hurrying across the parking lot, but when I stopped at the grass to pull my heels off, I lost my balance and probably would have fallen on my ass if a hand wouldn't have wrapped itself around my hip and righted me. I finished slipping my heels off and smoothed my skirt down before I looked up to see who my hero had been. 

"Thank you, oh, umm, hi" I said as I looked up again into those eyes, and I swear, they were burning hotter now. 

"I didn't think you could look better than you did the other day in the mom uniform, but I stand corrected," he said as he let go of my hip and continued to the field.

Even in the hot sun, my hip felt almost cold when he moved his hand, I didn't even realize how hot the contact was until it was gone. I shook my head, completely unsure of my reaction to him, and his playful banter at the soccer field and then his relative silence over e-mail. My pulse was racing, and I realized my panties were wet. 

I took up my station with the other moms and enjoyed the game, but made sure I stayed in my chair the entire time, I couldn't risk another run in, I wasn't sure I could hide how flustered he made me. After the game we went straight to the car and headed home. I tried really hard not to think about him. It almost worked, until the next day, another Saturday soccer game.

I chose a little more carefully this time, no mom jeans for me today, I opted for shorts that while they weren't obscene, they certainly accentuated my ass and made my legs look longer. A tank top in the teams' colors and I thought I looked like a good soccer mom... maybe a slightly hotter soccer mom. I laughed at myself as I loaded up the cooler of juice boxes into my SUV.

At the game, he sat closer to the rest of the parents, and every time he cheered or called out encouragement to the team, my neck would itch in the most frustrating way. His voice alone had me wiggling in my seat. Damn him, he had to know what he was doing to me. This was absurd. I stood up quickly, enough to surprise Jasmine's mom beside me.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Umm, I left the cooler of drinks in the car, I'm going to go get them before the game's over." She turned her attention back to the game and dismissed me. 

I was walking past him when he stood and said, "I'll help you grab the cooler"

"That's ok, it's not that heavy," I protested, I was, after all trying to get away from him and his damnable eyes, and smooth voice, and big, hot hands, and... well, away from him in general.

"I insist" and he slid his hand to the base of my back and pushed me a little.

"Ok, you can carry it if you want to," and I took off briskly towards the parking lot. 

When I opened the cargo door to my truck, and leaned in to get the cooler, I felt him step right behind me. His hand once again found my hip, but this time he pulled me back against him, enough to feel how hard he was beneath his khaki shorts. I sucked in a breath and stood up so that my back was pressed just as close against his chest. He reached as if he were grabbing the cooler, but it only let his other hand slide to my ass as he whispered in my ear, "I intend to find out if it tastes as good as it looks." 

I sighed and leaned back against him, pushing my ass against his hard dick before a single thought could cross my mind, then I pulled away, handed him the cooler, "You, I, umm, we shouldn't, I mean..." 

"We really should get this over to the field, the game just ended," he said, so flippantly as if he had been discussing the weather not pressing his dick against my ass and suggesting... nevermind what he'd been suggesting, I shook my head and determined AGAIN to stop thinking about him. 

This time it was him who e-mailed me on Monday, "Sorry I was short last week, work was crazy, busy for lunch today?"

I stared at the screen for twenty minutes trying to decide what to say, I wanted to go, but I was trying to forget the whole Saturday incident ever happened. I started to respond a dozen times, but couldn't figure out what I wanted to say. Just as I was about to tell him I shouldn't, my inbox chimed and I saw another message from him. "Daphne's, at 11, I'll be there, and I'll be disappointed if you don't show up."

Damn him... he wasn't waiting on me to respond, and I'd feel bad now if I didn't go. I minimized my e-mail and tried to go back to work. My head was working, but my pussy was starting to twitch just thinking about him. Again, I determined I wasn't going to go, it just wasn't right, when my inbox chimed again. I looked at the time, 10:30, I had just enough time to leave and make it there by 11. I opened my inbox and read, "please don't disappoint me, it would ruin my day."

I grabbed my keys and purse and shaking my head all the way, walked to my truck and found myself parking at Daphne's before I could talk myself out of it again.

I opened the door and stepped into the dimly lit restaurant trying to allow my eyes time to adjust, I scanned the crowded dining room, looking for that now familiar face. As if on command, my neck started to itch just before I felt his hand low on my hip and his mustache tickle my ear, "You look good enough to eat, I think I'll have you for dessert."

I could barely walk as the waitress led us to a tight corner booth and handed us menus. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, "I meant it, I want you for dessert. Maybe not today, but soon, I want you, and I intend to have you, you'll just have to tell me when. I knew you wouldn't disappoint me today, and trust me, I won't disappoint you later."

I wanted to cry in either frustration or relief when the waitress came to take our order, he turned to me, and as if the previous conversation hadn't happened, asked me about my work, about the team, about Abigail, about everything under the sun. His charm, dry humor and wit had me laughing with feeling, leaning in closer to him, and hanging on his every word. When he told me I should be proud of myself for accomplishing what I had at work at such a young age, I giggled, not used to being thought of as young, "I'm not that young, you can't be more than 10 years older than me," I said as I blushed.

"Try 15, hon," he countered.

"Still, I'm not that young."

"Mmm, you're cute when you giggle, even cuter when you blush, and don't get all bristled – me calling you cute is not an insult. I wonder, if you blush like that when you are all hot, bothered and trembling on the verge of a good orgasm," which, of course just made me blush deeper. "I think I'll find out, I think I'll find out soon, very soon. Here, take this," he said as he handed me a bag I hadn't know he'd been carrying.

I glanced in, and saw a hotel key card with the address of a nearby hotel and there was more under it, something lacy maybe? It was hard to tell, and I was too scared to pull it out to see. 

"Go on, that will get you into room 1611, put on whatever you find in that bag and I'll be there in 20 minutes, don't argue, don't think, just go."

I stood up, staggered just a little, but righted myself, gripping the bag and my purse and my keys tightly as I walked in a daze out to my truck. I sat in the seat and did what he told me not to do, I thought. I thought of the reasons why I should not go, and there were many, but I thought too of all the reasons I wanted to, all the pent up frustrations, all the wildness inside of me that I kept bottled so far inside of me no one ever got to see. I thought of how in just a few short days, he'd pulled out feelings and desires from me I never admitted even to myself that I had. When he looked at me with that heat in his eyes, I swear he was promising to do things to me I'd only ever dreamt about. He was promising to fuck me so well I'd not be able to move, and I wanted it. I wanted that abandon so bad I could taste it, so I put my key in the ignition, and drove to the hotel.

I blushed as I walked through the lobby, as if everyone in the hotel knew where I was going and what I was doing, they could see a scarlet letter on my back as I started walking towards the elevators to take me to room 1611 and whatever it held for me. I then reconsidered and turned towards the lobby bar. A glass of wine would do me a world of good, plus it gave me a little time to think, or try not to. I sat down, ordered my wine and was thankful the cute blonde bartender wasn't chatty. My entire body was electrified, the chilled wine filled my warm mouth and I could feel it run cold all the way to my stomach. It felt like someone had slid an ice cube from my throat across my chest to my stomach, and damn if that didn't just make me blush more. I shivered at the thought, more as I realized that it was John I had just fantasized about rubbing the ice down my body. I shook my head, no, this wasn't right, I couldn't be here, I couldn't be doing this, I drank the rest of my wine, and got up, fully intending to leave. As I walked to the lobby, I looked up and saw the clock on the wall in front of me. He'd be here in five minutes. And suddenly, even though I was sure I was leaving; I turned towards the elevator, pushed the button for floor 16, and leaned heavily against the wall. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I was doing it, and I was so excited I could hardly breathe. I hurried t the room, unlocked the door and quickly closed the door behind me. Once inside I dumped the contents of the bag on the large king size bed and blushed deeper as I picked up a tightly folded fishnet something. I thought maybe it was fishnet hose until I stretched it out further and saw it was a bodysuit. I turned it around three times before my befuddled mind could make out which end was up and how the damn thing was supposed to go on. 

Glancing at the clock, I realized he'd be here any minute, so I quickly shed my clothes and pulled the fishnet body stocking up my legs and stopped to run my hand across my bare thighs, there was no crotch in it at all. I put my arms in and shivered with anticipation. I was standing in front of the mirror analyzing my reflection when I heard the lock engage and he walked in. I instinctively moved my hands to cover myself, this was still too foreign to me to accept easily. 

"You look amazing, fucking amazing," he said as he dropped another bag next to the bed and pulled me against him and skimmed his hands down my arms, then around to my ass as he dipped his head to kiss me. 

Damn, but he could kiss, his mustache tickled my lips in an unfamiliar, but completely welcome way, and before I was even aware of what he was doing, I felt him slide his hand farther down my ass until his long fingers were gliding along my pussy. I was shocked when I realized how wet I was, how excited I was, just by coming this far. He dropped his clothes quickly on the chair next to the bed and slid me onto the bed and covered me with his body. He kissed me again, and when he slid one knee between my legs and pushed my thighs open, I didn't hesitate. I hooked one leg around his hips and felt him rub his dick against my pussy. 

"You wet little slut, I bet you've never done anything done anything like this in your life, I bet you didn't even color outside the lines in Kindergarten. I bet you follow every rule, do everything you are told, don't you?"

"Yes," I whispered as I felt his dick tease my pussy, pressing against me, then easing up to rub against my clit. I would come so close to cumming, and he'd move away again to push against my very wet, very willing pussy.

"You little whore, you've just been waiting for someone like me to come along and discover what a little cock slut you are, to see the wicked little girl inside just begging to be free, you want me to fuck you, don't you? You want me to stuff my big dick into your little pussy, don't you?"

"Ye... Yea... Yes!" I sighed now frustrated as he teased me higher and higher.

"Alright then, I'll give it to you," and he did, he slid slowly but firmly forward until he was completely inside of me.

"Oh fuck," I cried out as an orgasm racked my body. My pussy stretched around his dick, never being so full, stretched so tightly, never fucked with anything that size. 

"You tight pussied little slut, you feel so good, so good, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't stand up, I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop, and then beg me to do it all over again." He whispered all of this against my ear as he grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster than I've ever been fucked before. 

My brain has shut down completely as my body convulses from one, then another orgasm, until I can't tell when one stops and the next starts. I just know my pussy is throbbing with pleasure and there is no end in sight. He bent his head and licked across one nipple that was now protruding out of the fishnet stocking. He sucked it into his mouth and teased it with his tongue and teeth until I screamed in either frustration or another even more powerful orgasm, perhaps both together. 

He flipped me over and rubbed his dick, now dripping with my juices, all over my ass, "Oh, yes, this ass, it looks even better now than it did the other day in that skirt, I've wanted touch it since the day we met."

"You did, remember?"

"No, I wanted to run my tongue along this crease right here, to learn every inch of this ass." I felt him reach towards the edge of the bed, but when I tried to turn to see what he pulled out of his bag, he turned me back around so I couldn't see, "No, you just lay there, you don't have control anymore, you will do what I say, when I say it, and you'll beg me for more." 

I started to protest, I didn't remember allowing such control over my body, and then he ran a finger down into my pussy and around and around my clit as he pressed something else into my pussy and pulled it out again. The sensation of the toy in my pussy and his finger nimbly playing with my clit had me screaming my release. Just as I started to cum, he pulled the toy out of my pussy, and now, all covered in pussy juice, he slid it quickly into my ass, and turned it on. What I first considered resisting, made my whole body shake as it not just prolonged the first orgasm, it pushed me to a second. His finger never left my clit, even as he raised my ass into the air and pushed the vibrating butt plug deeper into my ass. 

I pushed against him, fucking myself against it even as I felt him push his dick hard into my pussy. He pulled my arms together behind my back and pushed me hard into the soft mattress as he fucked me harder and harder, and slowly turned up the vibrations of the butt plug in my ass. I couldn't restrain myself as I twitched and shivered and screamed as I came harder, and more often than I ever had before in my life. I never wanted this to stop, it felt too damn good, and then he pulled his fat dick out of my now empty pussy and I grunted in protest, until he pushed me over onto my back, and with me now laying completely sideways on the bed, he wrapped my legs around his hips and started fucking me harder, faster than he had earlier. I couldn't tell where one pleasure started and another stopped, the vibrations from my ass, pressed against the mattress, and his dick slamming into my tight, wet, never used like this pussy. I felt myself being pushed farther and farther across the bed with the force of his thrusts, but I couldn't have cared less as I hung on for dear life.




The Best A Man Can Get



When the low humming noises from your parents' Porsche were no longer audible, you took my hand in yours, looked into my eyes knowingly, and started walking down the hall. You already had your tank top up over your head as you stepped onto the cold tile floor of the bathroom. You made short work of your bra and pants, as I picked up on your cue and dropped my shirt and kicked my pants off. Watching your ass while you bent over to slide your panties down your leg sent a jolt to my stiffening cock.

You started the water running, waving your hand underneath the faucet, and back up to the dial intermittantly to adjust the temperature perfectly. You stepped into the tub with your arms spread to either side to maintain a concentrated balance. Once inside, you reached out and grabbed my dick, gently pulling me in after you.

You slid the shower curtain shut, and pulled the plunger activating the shower overhead. The warm jets streaming down on us felt wonderful, as you pulled me into a kiss. You ran your hands along the sides and back of my neck while our tongues teased each other. Your kisses further aroused my hard cock, and you felt it slide against your belly. I traced the warm stream of water down your back with my hands, letting them finally rest on your ass, gently rubbing and pulling your cheeks slightly apart.

"Mmmmm", I groaned softly, when I felt your hand cup my balls, and glide gently up the underside of my rod.

I slid a finger between your cheeks and under, between your legs, slowly rubbing at your silky wet pussy. You breathed a long sigh when the tip of my finger touched your clitoris, and softly circled it.

Breaking our passionate kissing, you licked your tongue alongside my neck, stopping sometimes to suck gently in one place. Your hand now wrapped around the shaft of my penis, you started to pull my cock up and down, rubbing the dark red head against your soft tummy.

With my free hand, I found your breasts, kneeding them gently in my hand, and alternating between them. I could feel your heart pounding quickly, the combined effort of our lusty acts and the heat and steam of the shower.

I could feel the lips of your pussy opening up to my probing finger, the water from the shower and the juices flowing from your inner depths combined to permit two fingers easy entry to your hungry cunt.

"Oooh", you cooed, as you bent your knees slightly to meet my own thrusts with yours. You quickened the pace with your hand, and added a second, cupping my balls tightly and jerking me faster.

"Oh, baby I'll cum!", I announced, your jerking frenzy pushing me close to the edge.

You took this as an invitation, and quickly dropped to your knees (forcing my fingers out of your hole), and you swallowed the better half of my cock into your warm mouth. With one hand housing my nuts, you slowly worked four fingers up and down the very base of my cock, leaving your pinky finger pointing into the sky.

When you looked up at me with your beautiful eyes, I knew I was about to loose control. One jet of cum, and then another errupted from my cock as you jerked me into your mouth. I watched your throat pulse while you swalloed the first of my load. Mid-ejaculation you pulled your head back and stuck your tongue out, providing me with a well-positioned target. As the following strings of cum landed on your tongue, you quickly swallowed them down in between bursts. My hands found support on the top of your head, gripping gently at locks of your wet hair, as my eyes rolled up back into my head. When it became evident that I was fairly spent, you took me back into your warm mouth and sucked the rest of my sperm from my cock, while you slowly continued pumping with your fist.

When I was finished gasping for large breaths of air, and I'd managed to sustain balance on my own, you held onto my arms and slowly stood up. You gave me a deep kiss, and I tasted my cum on your tongue.

You aimed the shower head at the wall, and quickly slid out of the shower. Before I could form any theories on where you'd gone, you had returned, with a can of shaving cream and a razor in hand.

"Will you help me shave my pussy?", you asked. I smiled.

"Just be really careful.", you said sincerely.

You handed me the can and the razor and you knelt to your knees, and sat down on your bottom. You spread your knees as wide as you could, leaving me staring at your pussy. I came down to kneel on my knees as well, and spied your still swollen clit.

I depressed the can's trigger, and build a pile of white foam on the palm of my left hand. I started to lather the cream all over your pussy, not sparing an inch. Your pretty pussy was now transformed from pink to white, including the bush on your mound above your clit.

I swished the razor in the warm-hot water running behind your head, and gently made first contact. I took great care as I ran the blade across your labia, hunting for stray hair. As the razor covered more ground, your pussy started to shine through the depths of the shaving cream, only naked now.

With a couple more strokes, I finished the most dangerous areas, leaving your pussy very bare and extremely visible between your inner thighs. Now left with a much less risky job, I let my middle finger from my left hand tease your clit while I slowly shaved your mound. Your clit was extremely swollen now, and I could tell you were enjoying this from your soft moans that greeted every swipe of the blade.

I started to work my fingers back up into your juicy cunt as I put the finishing touches on your new do. While I rinsed the finished razor, you let one hand drop to your clit and rubbed it with two or three fingers in rythm with the thrusts from my left hand. You'd greet my thrusts with pushes from your hips. I watched you bite your bottom lips softly, with your eyes closed, deriving maximum enjoyment from your finger banging.

You stopped my fingers with your hand, opened your eyes and looked at me. I saw you smile and lick your lips when you'd discovered my stiff dick had been reborn.

You stood up, turned to face the shower and rinsed yourself briefly, before you stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. You only rapped it around your waist, not scrubbing yourself dry. You threw me a towel before you bounced out of the bathroom down the hall.

I quickly follwed suit and found you, laying on all fours, spread out on top of your towel, which itself was spread on your bed. You had one hand planted firmly on your pussy, underneath and between your legs, rubbing your glistening slit and clit.

"I want your cock in my pussy, NOW!", you demanded.

I didn't need much convincing. I walked over to the side of your bed and let my towel drop to the floor as I crawled onto the bed. I took my dick in my fist and gave it a few jerks while I watched the light reflecting off of your wet body, before I realized that my cock couldn't get any harder. I grabbed your dripping hips, and pointed my cock directly at your opening slit. You shoved back at me, pushing yourself back with your hands, and my cock slammed deep into your smooth pussy.

"NNNng! Oh yeah! Hard, do it harder!", you screamed as we bucked our hips into each other.

You dropped onto the bed, so you were laying on your tummy with your legs spread wide open. Your hand working in fervor as I kept thrusting my rock-hard cock into your womb. I could feel your vagina contracting around my cock, squeezing me tightly.

"Ohhh baby, your pussy's so tight! I'm going to fill you up with my cum!", I shouted.

You started to hump your ass and hips up and down, while I grabbed your sides and pulled you down against my cock hard with every thrust forward from my hips.

"Oh yeah, that's it! Ohhh! Yeah! YEAH YEAH! I'm cumming! I'm cummmmmmming! Shoot it into my pussy! Yeah!", you kept screaming and moaning as I felt your pussy cumming all around my cock. Your tense pussy pulled me over the edge and I felt my whole body spasming as I shot strong warm jets of my cum deep into your pussy.

I collapsed on top of you, and rolled to one side. We wrapped our arms around each other and cuddled until we heard your parents driving up the hill.



The Best Always Comes Last



FOREPLAY

My wife and I have the same taste, in almost every respect. We love the same food, the same wine, the same outfit style, the same vacation resorts, the same people. In our hometown, the "Rider" was our favorite hangout. 

It was there where we met Sue. That she was called Sue was written on her name badge. Only much later we learned about her last name - but who'll care about the last name with a woman like her.

With respect to Sue, my wife and I had the same opinion, too. The new waitress was attentive, cheerful, wild awake (and, we were sure, really wild when the occasion came). She had sweet lips, broad cheekbones, long, black hairs, long, black-stockinged legs and exactly the right amount of flesh to produce exciting curves. The elastic force of her movements ignited the fire of our imagination and promised joyful bliss to everybody who would join forces.

And, again, we had the same opinion: this was a woman where we would not rest with promises. Even without the peek we exchanged we were sure to have the same idea: That woman knew what she wanted - we only had find our IF she wanted.

This evening, there were not much people in the diner. I slipped a remark about this when Sue brought us the menu. She pointed outside through the large windows: "Well, at this rainy weather, people prefer to stay at home." She could have ended here, but she continued: "Forecast says that it will stay like this the whole week - and I've my free day tomorrow." 

If she would have had somebody with whom to stay in bed the whole day, she hadn't said it with such a sorrow tone. At least that was the conclusion which my wife and I drew. Both being optimistic, we took it as an encouragement, without Sue's knowing. 

My wife opened the game, she likes to do it. When Sue asked the first time about our wishes, she pondered about "apples which look pretty good" (with a secret side glance into Sue's plunging neckline). Sue was slightly confused, as there was not a single apple dish on the menu. I gently waved here away with the remark that we would need a little more of... Maybe she already had second thoughts already then - we always forgot to ask her. 

When she took our orders, we confined our flirt attempt to glances and smiles. There was still plenty of time to continue with our verbal hints to what we were really fond about.

We got our starters quite quickly. When Sue brought them to our table, my wife risked another (rather deep) glance into Sue's neckline and commented: "That's looking really delicious..." 

Maybe Sue did not realize the glance, maybe she ignored it, she asked quite innocuously: "You like it?" 

"We like very much what you're presenting to us..." 

I set up a smile while hopefully did not disclose what I had got of the scene (I got everything!) and asked politely: "Did I miss something?" 

My wife smiled back in secret conspiracy and replied with her special intonation: "Yes, my dear, I suppose you did." 

My response was directly addressed to Sue: "I hope I'll get a second chance." 

My wife and I often play the game like this: I'm the innocent one, she's the mysterious seducer. Sue looked back, first to me, than to my wife, without knowing what to think about us. At least, she started thinking about us.

As she picked up the empty plates, she seemed at least halfway decided to accept our flirtations. Well, initially it was mainly my wife's flirting - a wordless flirt between her eyes (part amused, part seducing) - and Sue's eyes, which twinkled when she retorted the peek. The longer her smile lasted, the more whimsical it got. 

And her smiles and her peeks took a little bit longer than necessary for politely removing the plate (woman first, of course!) - long enough for my wife to glance into Sue's cleavage and back into her eyes, which twinkled even more by realizing it. Her lips forgot the cold politeness of a professional waitress and looked by then much warmed and voluptuous. 

I'm not sure about that but I think I already saw Sue's tip of the tongue to part her lips the first time this evening. (Not the last one.)

Evidently, she felt attractive in her role, even as she didn't really make out what role it was. Maybe she still thought flirting with another woman was harmless, a playful entertainment, not more. She would learn to know better.

When Sue turned around to pick up my plate, I tried to copy my wife's intense glare, but she's a real master whose perfection I will never accomplish. Sue, however, had mercy with me and returned the glance out of her dark eyes, impartially and with the same intensity as with my wife. 

I added an approving remark about her nice pendant. The most remarkable about her pendant was that her bowing forward into my direction placed it exactly in front of her breasts. Sue must have realized that I had glanced right into her cleavage when making the remark. 

"Do you agree?" I addressed my wife. 

"Sure," she confirmed, "and it comes with an equally pleasant background..." 

I forgot to mention the leather benches running along the walls of the "Rider" diner. (In our opinion, this is one thing ANY good diner should have.) My wife had taken her place on the bench, and I joined her between the courses so that our eyes could follow Sue through the whole room. 

She seemed to be a little bit excited about us when she brought the soup. She appeared even more attractive to us, and in most cases this is a clear indication of a mutual attraction. When she placed the soup plate on the table, her hand slightly touched that of my wife who pretended to grab the spoon. It sent sparks into both of her bodies.

After finishing the soup, we placed the plates on one end of the table. For picking them up, Sue would have to bend across the whole table, and as she did it, her shirt clutched tightly over the breathtaking bulge of her ass. She must have noticed our excitement, it couldn't be otherwise. And we had the sure sensation that she had the same fun as we had.

When the main courses arrived, my wife was busy to turn down one of her friends which had called on her mobile phone. Hillary was one of these annoying people who called at any time and repeated the call every five minutes if it was not picked up. I never understood my wife's indulgence of this acquaintance - no physical attraction, for sure, otherwise my wife would have told me. 

Sue placed the platters between my wife and me on the table, and now it was my turn to make a pass. Hearing my frivolous remark, she seemed to be slightly alarmed, but, interestingly, she was concerned about: "But your wife..." 

My wife was absorbed by silly Hillary's endless talking, or maybe she wasn't? - anyway, she would have approved my answer: "She likes you, too!" Maybe this was the point where Sue finally got an idea what it was all about. 

She made a more thoughtful impression to us when we observed her over our main courses - hopefully, it was this idea she thought about.

Maybe my bold remark was the reason that Sue immediately suspected me when somebody caressed her ass as she cleared the table. She glared indignantly at me before finally understanding that it was my wife's hand which followed her curves. Puzzled, she looked at my wife, then back at me to check whether I had realized what was happening. I saw straight into her eyes and smiled, when she realized that the hand had meanwhile changed and it was now mine on her ass. 

She could not hide her confusion: "What was that?" 

"Why 'was'? - we'd like to continue!"

At this point, at latest, Sue had to face the option she had hit. And make up her mind.

We tried to support her decision-making be continuing our flirt when Sue proposed the desserts. She payed back our compliments by commenting my wife's choice of sweets: "Seems you have a superb taste..." 

I agreed and added: "She has MANY qualities..." - and after Sue whimsically wanted to know which ones, I explained: "She's VERY good with kissing!" 

That bluntness took Sue by surprise: "That's something I cannot judge..." which brought my wife to ask lasciviously: "Would you like?" 

Now Sue got uncomfortable. She tried to regain her equilibrium by reprimanding us: "Well, it's not the first time some guests try to flirt with me - but I never had a couple to do so!" 

She was posing to be angry, and that badly. It clearly shone through that she was flattered instead. My wife cornered: "Take your chance - you never know when you'll get it again." 

"But I have to work - I'm not here to flirt..." 

I asked: "When you're finished with work?" 

"Until the last guests leave. About half past ten, most of the time." 

It was a good sign that she passed out the information willingly. 

"Any if WE are the last guests - you want to join us for a drink somewhere?" 

"And then?" 

I replied: "Then we can continue flirting..." 

My wife had a great time following our dialogue. Sue was dumbfounded for a very short time, but then again found her speech: "At this time, everything will be closed all around her." 

By that, she gave us a wonderful pass: "Then we'll have a drink at home..." 

Now she needed some break for making up her mind; she abruptly disappeared by pretending to take care of the neighboring table. 

Up to now, we were satisfied - with the food, but also with everything else.

Before Sue returned with the desserts, I had an idea. I whispered into my wife's ear, and she immediately departed for the rest room. When she returned, she didn't wear her panties any more. They had been black, and every attentive observer had to notice the change. If the slip had joined the panties in my wife's handbag, nobody could know - except my wife. And me; at least that was what I also had proposed to her. Something more for Sue to think about. (The others could think whatever they wanted.)

When Sue served my wife, she saw straight into her eyes. And my wife returned the glance, as her hand picked up a strawberry from the plate and disappeared under the table, reappearing without the fruit. Sue had a short glimpse of my wife's haunch when she opened her legs for the brief moment of placing the berry, all the rest she had to imagine. And she did, believe me. She gulped in amazement. 

The question whether slip or not was decided, quite obviously.

When Sue returned, my wife asked her openly: "You made up your mind to join us for a drink?" 

Sue still wasn't convinced: "With both of you?" 

I smiled: "We share every delicacy..." 

Sue was unsecure, or maybe simply undecided. She tried to change for a blunt tone: "I just think you want to make me drunk and then descend on me." 

Now it was time to lay our cards on the table, and maybe that's what she really loned for: "We could abstain from getting you drunken..." 

Sue's answer sounded courageous, yet more courageous than the speaker: "Yes, if it comes to that, I also would prefer it this way - I wouldn't want to miss anything." 

She said "if" so nothing was decided. Or to put it otherwise, everything was still possible. Probably I was too rash to close the deal, because Sue suddenly fled us without having openly agreed. My wife gave me a mildly reproaching glance and then quipped, observing Sue as she disappeared through the swinging door into the kitchen: "She'll come back." 

She had to, for serving the coffee. In any case, she would have been too proud to ask a colleague. 

I then renewed our offer, but Sue still wavered: "I never tried such a thing..." 

My wife chimed in: "But that's the best reason to give it a chance!" and I added as charming as I could: "You shouldn't let pass away such an occasion..." 

We didn't press it. We took the time for our coffee, and gave her some time to reflect. And decide.

And when she came back, we both knew she had decided. And we hoped, she had decided for the adventure. She asked us if we had any further desires. She HAD to ask, but she had not to ask the way she did. My wife waved Sue's ear closer to her mouth and whispered something to her I shouldn't hear, or at least pretend not to hear. Sue laughed amusedly and disappeared for the bill. My wife smiled in conspiracy: "You'll get your second chance." 

And I got even a third one - not only when she handed over the bill, but also then she picked up the credit card, Sue offered me an exceptionally deep view into her cleavage by bowing a little bit deeper than would have been necessary (and a little bit longer, fumbling with the card). To be honest: not deep and long enough to fully satisfy me - but it was only an appetizer, anyway.

She seemingly had made up her mind, and seemed to feel extremely comfortable with it. But finally, and quite unexpectedly, she refused, which embarrassed us pretty much. When she brought us our overcoats, she was like transformed, being frosty and almost impolite. Sue shook her head as a sign of mute rebuke but did not give any explanation for having changed her mind so suddenly. We could not understand anything. 

At home, we talked it over, without having a clue what had gone wrong. And finally, we asked ourselves: could we risk to show up at the "Rider" once again after having exposed our intentions so openly? Maybe she would get a hysterical crisis, seeing us again. Or sue us for sexual harassment or stalking. 

Finally we decided that Sue was too charming to sue us. (Sorry for the pun, Sue!) We would take the risk of seeing her again. Or better: we decided that we wanted to see her again. No risk, no fun! 

Exactly one week later, we returned, not to the least because we hoped having her fixed days of duty. We had good luck with this - alas, we got a table which was served by one of her colleagues. 

Sometimes, she passed our table, seemingly without recognizing us. First time she smiled at us was when we already had paid our bill and were already busy collecting our little affaires placed carelessly on the table during the meal. After she had passed, I recognized a slip of paper on the table which I did not remember lying there before. My wife unfolded it and read: "11 p.m., at the corner 6th and 9th Street." Gotcha!

We were on time. All of us. It would have been too cold to wait for a long time, even as hot as we were. 

We smiled happily, enjoying our date. Sue hastily explained that she had stopped our approaches the week before when she had the impression that the manager got suspicious and started to observe her when she went to serve us. But now, this was no longer important. We quickly climbed into our car and drove to our apartment. I drove speedily, to make up at least a little bit of the lost week.

PLAY

In the escalator, we started to undress ourselves with our eyes. In the apartment, we continued by getting rid of the coats. My wife removed it herself, to disappear quickly and with a promising flicker of her eyes into the master bedroom when I was still busy helping Sue out of hers. 

The red cocktail dress which my wife had worn in the restaurant wasn't really chaste - it disclosed enough of her breasts to make it clear that they were worth to have a look, it ended right above her knees so that there couldn't be any doubt about the beautiful shape of her legs, and it was tight enough around her hips to exhibit their exciting curves. 

Nevertheless, she wanted to change for an even more exposing dress: her backless night blue one which was one of my favorites (and should get one of Sue's favorites, too). The only disadvantage was the size of the backside cutout forbade to wear any nice lingerie - a slip would have been the only possibility, but for what use?

Sue had had no occasion to change, she had only removed the small white lace skirt when leaving the restaurant. What a pity - we very much liked the soubrette appearance it gave to her. She wore her black, knee-length dress whose neckline already had whetted our appetite in the diner, but had changed her casual espadrilles for leather boots more suitable for the cold and snowy weather. 

(Since then, we had enough occasions to convince ourselves about the graciousness of her motions when wearing high-heels, but not at this time.) 

For warming up (and getting closer...) I asked Sue for a dance; the hi-fi system played my favorite disco songs. Sue agreed and pressed her arms around my neck and her breasts onto my breast. My wife joined us; she placed herself behind Sue, gently touched her shoulders with her hands and leaned her cheek to Sue's neck. 

Like this, we danced with slow, tender movements through two or three songs. I started to place gentle soft kisses on Sue's face, taking my time until reaching her lips. At the same time my wife snuggled herself closely to Sue's back and her kisses left Sue's neck for her ear and cheek. I moved my hands along the curve of her hips, up and down, whereas my wife's caressed Sue's belly and breasts. 

Finally, Sue's head turned backwards and her mouth changed from my lips to my wife's. With each change, the tension mounted between us, the kisses getting more and more intense and wild. 

We had been french kissing for some time before I started to lift Sue's skirt with both of my hands. My wife was concentrating on tongueing Sue's mouth, and it took her some time to realize her chance and let one of her hands slide down from her breasts and dive into Sue's slip. 

When Sue admitted: "I'm as hot as never before!" I promised: "That's only the beginning..."

We took her onto the couch, where we spent the second half of the disk, with Sue in the middle. We now caressed her legs, then slowly spreading them and placing them on our own knees. To caress Sue's legs was pretty exciting - for all of us. At some time, my hand ascended along her leg more and more, until disappearing under her skirt while my wife's hand left Sue's bosom and descended to the seam of Sue's skirt. Now it was her turn to push it up, until our hands met on Sue's slip. Through its thin fabric, we groped for her swollen labia. 

After a while, the seated position on the couch got too uncomfortable, and without a word we left it for a better place, considering what was to come. My wife and I rose at the same time, and Sue, her hands shrinked into ours, quickly followed our lead to the master bedroom.

We pulled Sue to sit between us on the edge of the bed and continued our caresses. When Sue sank back onto the mattress, my wife bowed down to her and gave the expected French kissing. I took the chance to suck my wife's neck. During a few days she would have to have her hairs fall down on her neck to cover the love bite.

We switched. After I started sucking Sue's mouth, my wife took revenge with a bite into my neck. While nibbling and biting, myself nibbling and sucking, my wife unbuttoned first my shirt, then my trousers. 

We changed, one of us busy giving pleasure to Sue, the other one continuing to undress one of us. Sue still wore all of her clothes (alas, quite disordered...) when my wife and I were already stark naked. We still took our time, and let Sue's body shiver between our naked ones. 

But finally, we could no longer withstand the desire to undress Sue, too. My wife took care of the zipper of Sue's dress while I removed her boots. We joined our efforts for removing the panty, one leg to be bared by my wife, the other by me. 

It was a seducing idea to let my mouth follow the movement of her panties hem. My lips wandered along Sue's legs, down to her feet, and then back up to her haunches. Finally, I arrived at Sue's gaping cunt and her swollen clit. My wife continued kissing Sue's mouth and breasts and every inch between. 

Then I returned and whispered to my wife: "Change of the guard..." 

She dived downwards. Sue incessantly moaned and convulsed with lust. My wife's mouth seemed to be glued onto Sue's crotch. That's one thing she's good at, believe me. Her hands slid along Sue's haunches and hips until they rediscovered and extensively explored her bosom. 




The Best Always Comes Last



I left it to her and offered my cock to Sue's mouth. She immediately took her chance and sucked it as intensely as my wife sucked Sue's genitals. As I had placed myself over Sue's head as if preparing for a sixty-nine, I had a perfect view on what my wife did with Sue, and even to improve her access by tearing apart Sue's labia with my fingers. 

After that I directed Sue to give head to my wife, who laid on the bed with widely opened legs. Sue knelt beside the edge, and I inserted my rock-hard cock into her gaping slit from behind, while my wife offered her voluptuous cunt to Sue's tongue. When she started to lick, I whispered into her ear to keep a strong hold of my wife's hips, as she tends to struggle herself free when she cums, trying to escape the pleasure-pain of overwhelming lust. 

Sue was already too busy sucking my wife's cunt to give a sign of approval, her mouth being fully occupied, but it turned out that she followed my advice quite perfectly. The thrusts of my cock were damped by the bedside against which her haunches were pushed, but her stifled panting transmitted then into my wife's cunt. My wife enjoys my fucking, she gets hot from feeling my lust, even when it's not one of her own holes which I'm inside. 

And, don't forget, Sue yet had to recover the strawberry. Or at least to find out if it was still there to be discovered. 

She did it by intensely sucking my wife's cunt, attempting to get it out by her mouth and tongue. She tried hard, and she tried long before finally resign to using her fingers. She succeeded and ate the fruit of her efforts with visible pleasure. 

Then my wife laid on the bed, I sat on her and tit-fucked her breasts which she pressed together with her hand for providing good friction, and Sue knelt over her mouth to be licked while I kneaded her breasts from behind. 

We all came this night, and we came hard, and several times.

The next morning, my wife said to Sue: "Lick your taste from my tongue," Sue said to me: "Lick your taste out of my mouth," and I said to my wife: "Lick her taste from my lips." 

And, be sure, we did.

AFTERPLAY

Here's what Sue told us a few days later: 

Next time she returned to the restaurant, she was approached by the restaurant manager when the service was already slowing down and the restaurant almost empty. He started to ask questions about us, about her, about her and us. Shortly after the discussion started, he was joined by his wife, who was responsible for the bar service. Sue quickly realized that the two had noticed not only our flirt the first time we saw her, but also her passing a notice to us the second time. They admitted without hesitation when Sue told them outright. 

As they now spoke quite frankly, the couple asked her if she was bisexually inclined, as they had wondered even before. And they had wondered before as both of them felt strongly attracted to her. Alas, they had never made a move before, but Sue's openness to my wife and me had made them aware that their chances not to be refused might be better than expected. 

However, being a loyal and honest girl, Sue refused to start a new affair behind our backs; she wanted us to agree, she wanted us to draw fun of our own from the new situation, she wanted us to participate. So, for a beginning the three made up a little intrigue, which consisted of the restaurant owner's wife to turn up at our next rendezvous with Sue instead of her, while Sue came to her boss at the same time. And, yes, all of us agreed, and all of us came, and how we came! 

Meanwhile, we do it all together, instead of splitting up into two parties. It's much more convenient, and it's much more fun. 

(to be continued)



The Best American Erotica 2005



Perhaps I have been living in a delusional world and no one bothered to tell me. The fact remains that when I purchase a book with the lofty title of "The Best American Erotica 2005", edited by Susie Bright, I expect the stories to titillate at least or arouse at most. Sadly, this was not the case for me.

I will not argue my point with all the people out there who purchased this book and thoroughly enjoyed it. Good for you! I consider it a complete waste of my money. If this is Erotica, then the website you are reading this on is down right out and out pornography. And with that statement I must disagree. I just happen to enjoy a little sex in my erotica. I thought that was what erotica was all about. Maybe I am wrong.

Now the entire book was not a total disappointment, I will admit to that. As a matter of fact, there is one story in the collection I totally enjoyed and I have found it has stuck in my mind rather well. It was a rather odd bit of nonsense entitled "The Ugly Cock Dance" by Mary Gaitskill. And yes, the title of the story is the story. It deals with a subject near to me since I am the ripe old age of 45, middle aged sex! Yes, we do have sex! This intriguing story shows us a couple well used to each other who one morning decided to expand their horizons. While not particularly arousing to me, the story did hit a nerve and dealt with sexuality in an enlightening way. 

My next favorite story is the witty "After the Beep" by Simon Sheppard. This is a very provocative piece dealing with a relationship done by answer machine. Oh, but for those of you (like myself) that may have dabbled is Dom/sub or Master/slave relationships, YOU know what it is like to just HEAR His or Her voice. So this story struck a note with me or rather a beep!

The last of the trio I found enjoyable was "It's Never Too Late in New York" by Nelson George. It is not an overly ambitious story but it had interesting characters and group sex. Group sex is always fun!

That's it. The only three stories I found worth reading more than once. But the rest of the book is filled with more stories. I read them. I wasn't too happy about it but I read them.

First strike: "View from the Fourteenth Floor" by Greta Christina. This mishmash of BDSM disgusted me. The story itself would have been entertaining if the author had not felt it necessary to throw every clichéd bit of BDSM nonsense into one minor short story. Since the premise of the story was humiliation and voyeurism, when the author added the gag I nearly gagged. The girl gagged was in a hotel room being watched from across the street! On the 14th Floor! No one would have heard her if she screamed. Disgusting!

Second strike: "All in a Day's Work: Mistress Morgana Session Notes" by Mistress Morgana. John: Dull. Martha: Dull. Larry: Dull. And in case no one noticed, this is NOT a story!

Third Strike: Trumpeting Well Known Authors:

"From Good Faith" by Jane Smiley is, well, an excerpt. Perhaps if I read the entire story, I might enjoy this scene. But since there was no character development, nor any hint of what this couple was about, I was totally lost and glad they got stuck in the snow storm. And I have no interest in reading the rest of the story/novel/whatever.

"Seduction" and "The Magician's Assistant" by Cecilia Tan are not stories. I am not exactly sure what they are but they are not stories. They are like those essays you used to have to write in high school where the teacher said write three paragraphs with five sentences each. I bet she wrote these in high school. They are not stories. Oh and I used to be an English teacher, I did give those 3 paragraphs, five sentences each assignments but I do not believe Cecilia Tan was ever my student. And these are not stories. I don't think either one would make the strict standards of this site because I believe both are less than 750 words. In case I did not mention it, these are not stories.

My review, my opinion and you, dear reader, certainly have the right to your own opinion so feel free to pick up your own copy of "The Best American Erotica 2005". If you don't want to pay full price, you can buy my copy used...cheap...really cheap.



The Best Anal I Ever Had



"Man, it looks like I'm murdering her!"

"Dude, it *sounds* like you're murdering her!"

At that moment, screaming in ecstasy around this stranger's hand buried inside my blood-soaked vagina, the hilarity of the whole night hit me all at once.

"I want to try sex again, but I'm also really heavily on my period." 

Ah, bless my best friend, because he looked like I had just told him I'd magically pay off all his student loans. I was nervous asking him because I'd told him he'd probably never get his dick in me because at 8 inches it's an inch and a half too much. But, since he's been such a good friend to me through my ups and downs and recent grey-asexual year, I figured he was the safest bet for reintroducing myself to sex. 

"I haven't had sex in four months. Let's try anal." 

He just laughed; he knows I'm not very into anal play. For me it's much more about learning to control my body than anything else. Bleeding out of one hole is more than enough. So, after we showered- and his mother accidentally saw me naked because he'd left the door open- we went to his room and I came around his three fingers in my ass. But, when he tried his dick right after, it felt like he was going to rip me open, even though it's narrower than 3 fingers. Someone explain that to me please? 

"Dude, just come up and talk to me, it's not like you haven't seen me naked before." 

As I lay there recovering and pondering my body's paradoxes, my friend invited his buddy up to talk because texting and calling simply weren't dissipating their half-baked plans for that evening. I just kept telling him to reply, "Go away, I'm getting laid," but noooooo, that would be ruuuuuuuude. So I grabbed a blanket and had a good laugh at the rather shocked guy who barged in. 

"Oh! Well that explains a lot!" 

Yes it does, Stranger, yes it does. As do your and my friends' interactions. I'm so glad I can read situations and trust this friend so much. I gathered very quickly that they've had group sex together before, and as they talked, I let the blanket drop from my breasts. Stranger turned away modestly at first, and then was able to carry the conversation on without ogling or awkwardness. At a lull in their planning, I said that I've always sworn if someone walked in on me I'd just invite them to join, but I'm not sure what his power role is, and am on my period really heavily and haven't had sex in four months. To my amazement, he's a switch and doesn't mind period blood. Honestly I'm not sure he realized what I meant by *really heavily.* So, I suggested we all grab dinner and then head back to my place because my friend's mother was still home. 

"Oh, SHIT! It looks like I just killed a small animal! My carpet is ruined!" 

Okay, maybe even *I* didn't realize what I meant by *really heavily*. I took a month off birth control to help my body reset and keep the pills effective longer. I'd been wading in blood for two days, but I was not expecting the iconic scene from *Carrie* to happen when I popped my Feeldoe out of my vagina. A few treatments of salt/water paste and Resolve later, that animal doesn't look freshly murdered on my golden carpet anymore. At least the blood was a lot easier to get off the enormous mirror I have mounted as a headboard, and the walls, and the navy blue "sex towel" protecting the navy blue sheets I bought specifically because I am the reluctant owner of a fully functioning uterus. 

"Man, I wish my ex fucked me like that."

"Man I wish my ex had let me fuck him like that." 

Too exhausted to lift our heads to exchange grins, Stranger and I just wiggled our toes at each other. We lay on our backs, heads pointing opposite directions, legs intertwined, after some surprisingly intimate and incredibly lustful pegging. My friend just stood, awed and aroused, next to the full-body easel mirror he'd adjusted for us to have a side view of my bright red dick reaming his buddy's ass hole. Too bad my friend's butt wasn't ready for me to throw on another badly scented condom and make his insides smell like bananas. Later, the stranger told me that I'm the best anal he's ever had. I laughed and said he's only the second guy and sixth time I've pegged. I also waved it off, saying that an impossibly hard dick was cheating. He chuckled and said he couldn't wait until I got some new batteries in the bullet embedded behind the balls on it. He also repeated himself, saying that I was the best anal he'd ever had because his clients rarely cared about his pleasure, and his ex girlfriend hadn't had a feeldoe, so he couldn't feel it when she came, and she didn't get nearly as much pleasure out of it as I had gotten. Cumming together the first time we coupled was awfully startling in the best way.

"You're also the first dom I've ever had."

Oh, shit, Stranger, really? And I'm the first woman you've felt was competent enough to submit to? In the words of Nicki Minaj, he biggin' up my ego. I'm not looking to be particularly involved with anyone, but damn if I'm going to pass up someone who's reasonably respectful, caring, vouched for so heartily by my best friend, and can take my dick in their ass like that. I don't take that sort of trust lightly, and clearly this is the start of something most giddying. Now if only he didn't have a nine inch dick!



The Best and Worst Birthday



Last night the club had practically been ablaze. The spread in the newspaper the week prior had ensured that the 'hottest club in town' would definitely be at maximum capacity for the rest of the month. With all the new trends and recent fascination with all things retro, The Hive was a welcomed addition. Taking a cue from the roaring twenties, the club was a fresh jazz scene with all the specs to accommodate a lounge, bar, and dance floor. The thrown back atmosphere had some serious allure and the trip back in time had proven to be an interesting experience for everyone. 

Working at The Hive had some serious advantages, but the extremely late nights were not one of them. Reed had stumbled into his apartment around four that morning, dead set on sleeping until he had to suit up for his next shift tonight. He was one of two upright bass players that belonged to the club, and since the other bass player was currently on his honey moon, Reed was a permanent fixture on the stage. 

He had dove into a deep, much needed slumber, and it was around ten when his phone started buzzing on his nightstand. Disgruntled and barely aware, Reed unhappily rolled over to curse the person texting him. He picked up the phone and frowned when the number wasn't recognized as one he'd already saved in him contacts. Rubbing his eyes, he opened the message. 

"Hey Stacy, it's Dylan. Text me back!"

Reed grunted and sunk back into bed with his phone in his hands. It was obviously a wrong number. "Sorry, dude. No Stacy here," he typed it quickly and hit send just before his head lulled back into sleep. 

A minute later, he was awoken again by another text. "I'm so sorry! My stupid fat fingers can't punch out the right numbers."

Reed read the message and tossed the phone on the other side of the pillow without even replying. He assumed it was a hook up gone wrong from the night prior. The thought of some poor schmuck getting the wrong digits from a lady and then not having the balls to own up to it was funny, but he was tired. Reed fell back asleep with a smile, thinking it was nice not to be the only one who had fallen victim to a nice pair of legs and a plump set of lips. 

His phone lit up five minutes later and he was aggravated this time. He reached across the bed, adamant on telling this dude that the girl obviously wasn't interested and that she had made up the digits. The message read, "So I'm in a bind and my friend isn't answering her phone, but you answered your message right away...Can I get your opinion on a dress?"

Reed scrunched up his nose and neglected to use any propriety when responding. "Listen man, If your girl isn't answering that's one thing, but you can't ask a complete stranger to help you pick out your evening wear. Now please leave me out of your drama."

He had only a moment to huff at his phone before the next message flew in. "Well I'm sorry I inconvenienced you, sir. I hadn't meant to be a bother." Reed read the message and something just didn't feel right. This didn't sound like your average guy, but before he could come to any conclusions, another message came in. "And for the record, not a dude. I was just named after my grandfather, you trout."

Erupting with laughter, Reed sat up on his bed, awake and suddenly very interested in the lady with whom he'd been conversing with. His amusement was prominent as he constructed his next text. This woman could be anyone, any age, anywhere in the county, but she called him a fish and he couldn't ignore that.

"Trout, huh?... Ok. Show me the dress."

***** Dylan was standing in the dressing room of the boutique as anxious as could be. A lot depended on this dress and she felt she really needed an outside opinion. She did not have time to be dealing with someone so obstinate, but he was the only person who was answering texts with the speed she needed. Deciding a man's opinion wouldn't be such a bad idea at a time like this, she went against her better judgment and kept texting him. 

She took a picture of her reflection in the dressing room mirror wearing the first dress and then one of the second. Her boyfriend had mentioned going to a themed club earlier and she wanted to look the part, but deciding which dress was proving to be more difficult than she thought. The first dress was a straight cut black number with fringe making up the difference between the bottom portion of her thigh and her knee. The dress definitely fit with the flapper girl theme, but it wasn't quite to sultry, sexy image the second dress was. The second dress was a figure hugging, satin scarlet temptation. The second dress cut deep into her cleavage and emphasize her hourglass figure. It was very attractive, but it was more of sitting pretty dress than a dancing, having fun dress. 

Dylan waited a few tortuous moments, tapping her fingers nervously on the back of her phone, before his message came in. "God damn, woman! The red one, definitely the red one." She smiled back at the phone enjoying the reaction she'd gotten out of this guy. "What's the occasion sweetheart, and do you need a date?" the second message made her outright laugh. 

She grabbed the dress and started up to the register. If she could elicit that kind of response from a complete stranger, than she could live with not dancing tonight. She entertained her knew friend while in the checkout line, questioning his opinion. "That good, huh?" she asked. 

"Lady, I have no reason to lie to a stranger so believe me when I say that dress was made for you. You look fantastic and I'm serious about the escort offer by the way."

Dylan flushed pink under the adoration of her new friend. "My boyfriend is taking me out for my birthday tonight, so no thank you. Your opinion and the compliments are very much appreciated, though." She stood in line thinking men were such funny creatures. They could say the most hurtful things at the drop of a dime, but then they could say things that could just melt your heart right down into your toes. 

"Well, fine then. You have my number though," the stranger responded. Although she didn't know who it was that she was texting, she had fun imaging the disappointed smile on his face. It had been a while since she had flirted with a man, and with the comfort of anonymity over the texts, the whole ordeal was rather fun. 

Tonight was about her and Brian, though. It was her birthday and she was hoping that this night would be a turning point for their relationship. They'd been fighting as of late and he'd been working extra hours, so there wasn't much conversing they did outside of the arguing. Dylan was overwhelmed with the feeling that she couldn't keep his attention. She prayed that tonight would be just the fix they needed to get through this rough patch. They could drink, chat, and she would be more than willing to continue the fun once at home. 

Dylan paid for the dress and walked out the door with a new spring in her step. The dress would be such a help with her mission tonight. Brian would be putty in her hands the moment he saw her curves wrapped in the tight satin. He would forget that he'd ever been mad at her and they could continue being happily ever after again. 

*****

After seeing her in the stupid dress, it was hard to think of anything else. Reed had been expecting to have some insecure teenager or an older gal present herself in the pictures, but Dylan was such a pleasant surprise. She was a woman, a healthy, solid woman. Even with the unforgivingly stark light in the dressing room, she seemed to radiate sex appeal. 

It's fair enough to say that Reed had a type. He liked women that had a little meat on them, women who looked as though they could handle being roughed up a bit. He tended to entertain more brunettes and he also really like woman who were well versed in the art of flirtation. Needless to say, Reed felt as though Dylan was met all these requirements and then some. She even had the best pair of blowjob lips that Reed had ever seen and his mind was reeling. They were plump and curved just right, with a dark natural hue to them. Reed was obviously interested. 

It had been easy for him to fall back asleep with images of her swimming in his head. Oh the things he could do with a woman like that. Images of her soft brown hair tussled over his bedspread plagued his mind. Although he could only speculate, he was pretty sure those hips of hers could be used like handles, allowing him to pull and push her anywhere he'd like. There was cleavage, too. Cleavage a man could get wonderfully lost in. 

He sighed rolling over. All his time at the club hadn't really given him time to explore the dating scene. In fact, the club had been the reason that his last girlfriend had broken up with him. He had invested so much time into his work that he had little left to afford a girlfriend. Reed wasn't exactly you're a-typical hunk either. His years of putting the gym off for long practice room sessions had made competing with other men a challenge. 

The idea was lovely, though. A lady like Dylan might be able to understand. Those green eyes had looked kind enough. If nothing else, Reed found it fun to pretend that she'd be busting through the doors anytime now, shedding herself of that ruby red dress and slithering up next to him in bed. She definitely looked like she'd be the type of lady he wouldn't want to take his hands off of and that was exciting. 

Reed spent the rest of the day aimlessly thinking about his strange new friend. She was taken, yes, but it wasn't as though she would find out that he had wasted most of his afternoon imagining his handprints all over that sweet ass of hers. She wouldn't know that he pondered what the duration and pitch of all her moans would be and how they would alter throughout a love making session, so what was the harm? Reed enjoying his thoughts and found getting ready for work that night easier than it had been in months. 

By the time the clock had struck six, he'd donned his slacks and vest, rolled up his sleeves, and emptied his bass from the bed of his truck. It was a Saturday night so it was likely to be packed and the band would be playing what would seem like endless sets. Greeting his colleagues as he walked in, Reed took his seat off stage and began running through some tuning and warm ups. 

"What's wrong with you, Reed? You've been smiling like a fool since you came in," the booming voice and slap on the back had awoken him from yet another daydream of Dylan. Jason, the trumpet player had started to laugh at how much he had startled Reed. "Whoa, I know that look. What's her name?"

Reed took a few minutes to explain what had happened earlier and show him the picture of the dame that had plagued his thoughts all day. '"I don't know, man. It's been a while since I even considered a lady friend and this Dylan just struck a chord with me. She looks nice."

Jason laughed again, shaking his head and knowing full well what Reed meant when he said nice. "Yeah, good luck getting that one out of your head." He waved a hand at Reed and walked away still laughing. 

Reed took a moment to analyze the situation. He was being a little ridiculous and he knew that nothing would ever become of it, but it was just so much fun. He had been feeling lonely lately and it's hard looking at an attractive woman and not thinking about how she smells and tastes.

By the time the first set was due to begin, Reed had moved most of his fairy tales out of his mind. It was time to work and he took his place on stage as the announcer called each member out. He picked up his bass like he'd done every other night and plucked away. Music really was his passion and he was fortunate to have a job where every day was enjoyable. He worked with a good group of musicians and each night seemed more like a jam session than a work day. 

Reed looked up for a moment and began to relish the looks of the club. It was like something right out a movie. The bar etched the left side of the room and there was a lounge to the left filled with gold, velvet furniture, and deep cherry wood. The dance floor below the stage was all cream and gold, giving plenty of room for any number of dances anyone may dare. The Hive was a bright and elegant looking place that gave air to sophistication and fun. Reed had always thought it was comfortable and considered himself lucky to be a part of it. 

While scanning the room, enjoying the sight of bobbing heads and tapping feet, he noticed a dress of scarlet satin dipping in and out of the crowd. "No way," he thought to himself, suddenly urgent in trying to catch a glimpse of the face that belonged to those hips and heels. With a martini in hand, she found a table towards the dance floor and took a seat to watch the band play. Reed was absolutely flabbergasted. There Dylan was, watching him and the band, not a clue as to who he was.

The first set of songs ended and the band took a break, letting the house speakers provide the noise in the club for a while. Reed practically ran off stage to the back door that led out to the dance floor. The thought of her being taken had crossed his mind, but this was too good to pass up. Even if he were to just waltz by and catch a whiff of whatever perfume she was wearing, it would be worth it. He took a moment to pause and regain his composure, straightening his vest and wiping away the nervous sweat that had started forming on his brow.

He tried as hard as he could to look away, to stay casual, to not draw any attention to himself, but it was hard. It was especially hard as he got close to her and could see the worry strewn across her pretty little face. Her glass was half empty and she was typing out a text. He slowly made his way towards the bar, noting each time she'd peer up above the throng of people, obviously looking for her boyfriend. Reed fought back the urge to introduce himself and wait with her while he could. He'd do just about anything to see if he could get those lips to curve into a smile.

*****

Dylan angrily typed the fifth text out to her boyfriend. He was an hour late and she had spent that hour getting hit on by jackasses, stared out by losers, and judged by every other girl that passed her way. Yes the dress looked amazing, but looking that good while alone was asking for trouble. She'd be fine if her ass of a boyfriend would just show up. 

She hit send and waited to see if this message would be the one that actually got through. At least The Hive was awesome. The ambiance of it all made her feel like she was an old time movie star enjoying the after party of her newest blockbuster. The band had been amazing, too. Each member dressed in matching vests and trousers, all of them making their instruments sing beneath their fingertips and coaxing the crowd into a state of awe. 

Dylan noticed the bass player from the band had eased out the stage door and made his way towards the bar. With the outfits, he was easy to recognize. He was also the most intriguing one of the bunch. Sure, the trumpet player was downright gorgeous and the drummer had a happy-go-lucky air about him that was attractive, but the bassist was something different. He seemed like the diamond in the rough and it made her quite curious. He had a thinner build and looked a little nerdy, but she couldn't help but wonder what a set of hands like that would feel like across the surface of her skin. 

Lost in her train of thought, the buzzing of her phone startled Dylan. She calmed the device, noticing that it was her boyfriend, and started to speak amongst the noise. "Brain? Where are you, babe? I've been waiting over an hour."

Her boyfriend sighed into the phone. "Dylan, I'm not going to be there tonight and I know it's kind of unfair for me to do this to you now, but I've found someone else." 

The sudden surge of emotions that racked through her upon hearing those words left her speechlessly listening to all the bullshit that her ex gabbed on about. He had mentioned being in love with her at first, but not really feeling free. Apparently he had moved out that afternoon while she was at work, leaving the apartment that had been hers to begin with, free from any evidence of a man ever being there. Before she knew it, he had hung up on her, leaving her cheeks stained with tears. 

"He's not coming is he?" a voice from behind her hummed. "What did he do to you, sweetheart?"

She whipped her head around to see the bass player from the band standing beside her. Concern plagued his face and for some reason she trusted him. Really, she felt sick to her stomach and any comfort that could be found would be welcome. She leaned towards him, testing his reaction, and he didn't miss a beat. He carefully took her in his arms and held her tightly, anchoring her to him while she rode out the waves of emotions. Dylan tried hard not to cry, but it was too much. 

At first he had let her weep, somehow knowing that she needed to get it all out. After a while though, he led her back through the same stage door he had come out of and into a dressing room. There was an old, but welcoming couch that he sat her upon as he left to fetch some tissues and a glass of water. No sooner than the tissue box was in her hand, she was back in his arms. 

Dylan choked back a wave of tears and swallowed, trying to regain use of her voice and throat. "Who are you?" she asked, timidly waiting for him to say the worst. 

He laughed, letting her go so she could get a good look at him. "Well my name is Reed, but I think you had called me a trout earlier." The look of shock on her face was too much for him to handle and his low, rumbling laugh echoed in her ears. "I didn't plan any of this, I swear. It was all a coincidence."

"This is crazy," she gasped, appraising every inch of Reed that she could. She hadn't given much thought as to what he would look like while they were texting before, but he seemed just perfect. He was quite a bit taller than her and although a bit on the slender side, the arms that had been wrapped around her were firm with toned muscle. The glasses and tussled black hair made him look a bit nerdy, but there was a distinctive masculine quality about him that she immediately found intriguing. 

"Tell me about it," Reed laughed, rubbing her shoulder in a friendly manner before leaning back on the couch. He sat in his new position, able to see most of her form now that there was a little space between them. Seeing those eyes swollen with tears and those lips trembling ever so slightly nearly killed him. "Listen, I have another set to play soon, but you're welcome to stay here as long as you'd like. In fact," he paused, trying to hide the slightest blush. "I wish you would. I'd love to talk to you more."

Dylan carefully mopped up her tears with a tissue and nodded. "I'd like that. I think I need to not be alone and as weird as it is to say it, we're kind of friends right?" She tried a smile, but the effort nearly toppled her over into another spurt of crying. 

Even though Reed wasn't really the manliest looking guy out there, he prided himself in being able to uphold most of the gender roles required of him. At the moment, there was a beautiful woman in clear distress, wanting to spend time with him. Reed was a sucker. He had come to the conclusion that anything she needed of him, he'd do, no questions asked. "Absolutely," he answered, a wry smile strewn about his lips. "Just let me know what you need and it's yours." 

Dylan looked into those hazel eyes of his and knew he was telling the truth. She sighed, relieved that at least one man in her life wanted to take care of her. Closing her eyes to regain some composure, she felt his lips on her forehead. It was the kind of kiss given to someone who just really needs some sympathy and the gesture was precious to her. She looked up to meet his eyes and rewarded him a smile before he left. 




The Best and Worst Birthday



Now alone, she looked about the room trying to decide what to do. The room was small and appeared to be used for storage. There were instrument cases piled along the opposite wall of the couch and personal belongings intermixed with the cases. Through the doors, she could hear the announcer cue the band and upon hearing Reed's calloused fingers pluck away, she smiled. Dylan knew that it was probably taking a liberty she shouldn't, but she was sure he would've given consent. She took the coat lying atop the case for his bass and put it on, wrapping herself up tight before retiring to the couch. 

Exhausted by the sudden attack of emotions that'd been inflicted on her, Dylan had no trouble falling asleep. The scent of Reed flooding her nostrils made her feel safe, so the usual worry about napping in a foreign location was lost on her. She let the music seeping beneath the door sooth her anxiety, knowing that Reed was just outside if she needed him. 

*****

The night grew old. As the first sign of closing, the band said their goodbyes to the crowd and meandered off stage. Reed had been anxious the entire time he played knowing that it was a very real possibility that Dylan wouldn't be there when he came back. Normally he'd be dragging his bass off stage, tired after a long night of playing, but tonight it was weightless as he flew backstage. 

Reed knew that all the band members kept their cases in that room. He wanted to be the first to open that door, no matter what lay behind it. If she was still there, he'd make sure that she was warned to the incoming lack of privacy. If she wasn't there, than he could be granted a few moments to wipe the look of disappointment off his face before all his colleagues saw.

He nestled his bass outside the door, leaning it against the wall so it wouldn't fall down, and carefully opened the door. She was still there. Reed's mind was a flurry of emotions as he peered at this sleeping beauty. He was completely happy to see her and thought it was as cute as could be that she had fallen asleep. Then he noticed she was wearing his coat and the grin that erupted from his lips couldn't have been erased if he'd had a heart attack that very moment. 

Jason crept up beside Reed's frozen figure in the doorway and peered in over his shoulder. "Holy fuck!" he whispered excitedly. "Isn't that the girl you were texting? And isn't that your coat?" 

Reed nodded, not knowing how else to communicate with this rush of happiness he was feeling. Somewhere in the back of his head, he reminded himself to thank Jason for quieting all the rest of the boys as they walked in after him. Reed knelt on the floor by Dylan, not noticing the congratulatory pats on the back from his mates, and took in the sight of her. Before he knew it, everyone had piled out of the room and she was still sleeping like a rock. 

He knew for sure how he wanted to wake her, but considering she had just broken up with her boyfriend, the kiss probably wouldn't be of the caliber he wanted it to be. He settled for running the back of his index finger along her jawline and using his other hand to gently pat her hip. Touching her was electrifying and he fought to control the urge to take her then and there, constantly reminding himself that he was a gentleman. 

"Wake up, baby," He quietly hummed beside her ear. "Let me take you home."

He bit his lip and stifled a moan as he watched her stretch. The features of her face appeared softer now that she was relaxed and Reed soaked up the vision. He knew full well that the only thing that could make this moment better was if she was naked in his bed and waking up for morning cuddles with him. 

Her eyes fluttered open and settled on Reed. Her smile was sweet, innocent, and melting him with each passing second. "What time is it?" she whispered. 

"A little after two. It'll take me a moment to get all my stuff packed up, but I'd be more than happy to take you home," he whispered back, loving the fact that he touched her without a negative reaction. He stood, straightened his vest, and broke his gaze from her to retrieve his bass. 

She sat up, still bundled tightly in his coat, and watched him deftly move the massive instrument. "I really hate to ask, but do you think we could hang out for a little bit?" she chewed on her bottom lip and waited for him to give some excuse as to why that wasn't a good idea. He never did, so she continued. "As selfish as it sounds, I don't want to be alone."

The smile that Reed responded with warmed Dylan to the core. "I told you, babe, anything you want and I'll make it happen." With a wink, he reached for her hand and helped her off the couch. "Unfortunately, we can't stay here."

"Your place then?" she tried her best to look innocent as she made the suggestion, knowing what he might think of her if he had even an inkling of what she was wanting to do to him. He had been so patient and polite, but at the same time, made her feel extremely beautiful and desired.

"Sure thing." Reed struggled with hiding his true feelings as well. He had never really had a girl ask to be taken to his place and he was very excited, especially considering that Dylan was a dream come true. He reached in the pocket of his coat that she was still wearing and pulled out a scarf. Using it as an excuse to touch her, Reed wrapped the scarf around her neck and buttoned the front of the coat up. "Let's go."

*****

Reed tucked Dylan into the passenger seat of his truck and turned the heat up to shield her from the icy January night. She sat in warmth while he packed up the bass in the bed of the truck. At first she had thought it was funny how he was trying to keep her warm, but catching a glimpse of him the rearview mirror and she instantly understood why. He was freezing. Dylan was still wearing his coat and he was outside in the cold wearing just his vest and button up. It was her turn to be worried.

As Reed hopped into the driver's seat, she unbuckled and slid over next to him in a hurry. She grabbed both of his hands and held them between hers, blowing her warm breath over his frigid fingers. "You should've taken your coat back," she scolded. "You're hands are so cold."

Reed's stomach flipped and he struggled to find words to defend himself. Her lips were so close to his skin and she displayed so much concern for him. He was beside himself. Dylan brought his hands up to cup her face, using the warmth from her cheeks to bring his palms back to life while her hands rubbed away the cold on the outside of his hands. He continued to silently watch her warming his hands for a while, completely taken over with amazement on how caring she was. Feeling her cheeks swell with a smile beneath his palms was almost more than he could take. 

"Oh god, there's the rest of you as well," she sighed, letting his hands down into her lap. Before Reed could assure her that he was fine, she was cupping his face with her palms. "You're poor face is cold, too."

He could feel each one of her little fingers on his face and he was having an even harder time forming words. "Dylan, I...fine... I'm fine.. the heater..."

She giggled, a noise that was new to Reed, but he already loved it. "Sure you are, you big popsicle." She lowered her hands from his face, one securing his right hand in her lap while her other hand rested on his thigh. It was her turn to find an excuse to touch him and keeping him warm seemed to be the perfect alibi. 

The position of her hands was not lost on Reed. Dylan was pressed up against his side and encouraging the contact with every little thing she did. He found it wonderfully intoxicating, and although it was a struggle driving home with one hand and a hard on, he managed happily.

*****

"Are you hungry?" Reed asked, peering into his fridge. "I could make some eggs and toast or, I think I have some boxed macaroni in the cupboard."

Dylan smiled, loving the way he seemed to constantly be thinking about her, even if it wasn't in a strictly sexual way. He was genuinely concerned, a trait that she could honestly say her ex never had. "I'm not all that hungry, but maybe if you had some coffee..."

"Ah ha!" he exclaimed, shutting the fridge and kicking his shoes off while he searched for the bag of ground coffee in his pantry. "What the lady wants, the lady shall receive."

"Can I ask you something?" she inquired, suddenly very curious about the man who was letting her invade his home in the wee hours of the night." 

He peeked out from the other side of the pantry door with the coffee in hand and gave her a smile. "Anything you want, love. I already told you." 

"Girlfriend?" she winced asking, really hoping that he didn't have one.

His smile widened. "The position of lady love in my life is currently open, so that's a no."

"Any particular reason why?" It had been easier than Dylan expected to feel completely comfortable asking whatever she pleased. Reed was as relaxed as could be and seemed as though he really intended on giving her anything she asked. 

"Um, not really." He sighed while filling up the coffee pot with water. "My work keeps me busy and out late. That's why the last lady left and it's the reason I haven't had the motivation to get back out there."

That was perfectly understandable to Dylan. She could see where it would be hard to devote time to someone new when he really didn't have all that much time to give. It was still a little sad though. She was convinced that Reed was a spectacular human being and he deserved every bit of happiness the world could offer him.

While she was deep in though, he was admiring her. The corners of his mouth slowly turned up as his eyes roamed over the woman he'd been fantasizing about all day. Nearly loosing himself in the thought, he let a fraction of his thoughts become audible. "God, Dylan. You really do look amazing." Seeing her look up and start blushing immediately upon hearing his compliment was icing on the cake. Reed was coming to terms with the fact that this woman, even though she was pretty much a stranger, had him hook, line, and sinker. 

"Hush," she chided. "I already like you, Reed, so you can cool it with the compliments." She was trying hard not to let all his attention go to her head as her eyes locked on to the floor beneath her. 

"You make it hard for me looking like that though." He returned his attention to the coffee pot across the kitchen. "I mean really, babe. Lips like that, legs like those, and that dress... God damn." He was shaking his head as if to warn off any incoming fantasies."

"It's not like I'm without temptation either, you know." Dylan laughed whole heartedly as she watched Reed's head pop up in surprise, looking back at her like she had just confessed to something horribly surprising. 

"Don't toy with me like that, Dylan." He scolded playfully as he filled their mugs. Juggling the coffee cups, a bowl of sugar, and a small pitcher of cream, he motioned towards the living room with his head. The look of shock on his face from her admission of peaked interest was still very much present. 

He sat on the left side of the couch and she sat right beside him. The close proximity had started to make Reed sweat. His reminder to be a gentleman was becoming like a mantra in his head, playing over and over again. He tried, earnestly, to direct all his attention on fixing the coffee and not on the breasts that were just to his right. He reached for the cups rather than her, grabbing the sugar and not those hips that'd been tempting him since he saw that initial photo. 

"Does you offer still stand?" she met his eyes and gave a little pout. "Anything I want?"

All Reed managed to see were those ridiculously tasty looking lips and there was no way he could ever deny her. Anxiety suddenly replaced with primal lust, he responded, "You're killing me here, sweetheart. Name it and it's yours."

Dylan's satisfaction with his answer radiated off her. "Excellent. May I see your hands then?" Ignoring the coffee altogether, she grabbed his arm and swung it around her shoulder, nuzzling into his side while both his hands hovered over her lap. 

"You know, I have a thing for hands." At first she traced the outline of his fingers and compared the size of his hands to hers. Admiring his hands was fun for her and she began to massage them one at a time. "Yours are magnificent. They're lean, strong, agile, and wonderfully calloused." Reed was confused, but currently lost in the feeling of her massaging his hand.

She pressed into the spaced between the bones with her thumbs and stretched out the muscle. Being the type of musician he was, his hands were overworked and it became apparent that Reed had never had been given a hand massage. His head fell back with a sigh as she delightedly continued. 

"Brian didn't have hands like this," she confessed, wrinkling up her nose at the mention of her ex. "His fingers were fat and unused. They lacked any skill, too. They always hurt at first and it would take me a while to get worked up when I was in pain. Yours are much different though. They're perfect." 

Reed's head shot up and jaw tightened while Dylan struggled to find the reason she'd dare to mention such an intimate detail about her sex life. Albeit embarrassed, she could feel his chest clench at her side and the thought sent a rush of warmth straight through her. Confirmed by the slightest growl deep within his throat, Dylan was positive. Reed was the possessive type and she had already gotten under his skin. She ditched whatever regret over the confession she had because it was all worth it. 

"He hurt you?" Reed snarled looking down at the temptress curled up at his side. In his mind, that crime was punishable by death. Dylan was sweet and beautiful, and seeing that idiot hurt her emotionally today had been difficult enough. Knowing that he caused her physical pain was fanning the flames. "I can do something about that. I may be on the scrawny side, but I'll be damned before I let anyone hurt you."

"Easy, tiger." Dylan grinned before attempting to take his breath away. She brought his hand to her mouth and tucked the fingertip of his index finger into her lips, slowing running her bottom teeth along the pad. She released it from her hold with a quick lick. "You're so quick to take care of me. Do you realize how attractive that is?"

Reed felt like he was putty and she was molding him in all different directions. He wondered for a brief moment if the feeling that rushed through him when she used the pet name was the same for when he used them on her. If so, he was going to be using them a lot more. He was overwhelmed by how fantastic it had felt to hear the endearment. That and her fucking lips were on his hands! She had pretty much frenched his fingertip and it was the most erotic, sensual thing that he'd ever felt. It was a terrible tease and such a wonderful hint of what the future may hold.

Dylan had felt Reed's entire body sink half an inch when she touched her lips to his fingertip. She fought back a giggle thinking this man was smitten for her and they were still practically strangers. She brought his right hand to her lap and left it to rest her thigh, much higher than where he would have dared venture himself. She placed his left hand, the one that was snaked around her shoulder, against her collar bone. She held his hand there by his wrist and cooed as she leaned up against his side. 

He on the other hand, was practically having heart palpitations. He could feel the strap of her dress along the fingertips of his left hand and the swell of her breast beneath his palm. His right hand was filled with one of those beautiful legs. Reed was in sensory overload. She smelt warm, like vanilla and almonds and her skin was so tantalizingly soft. The only sense left to explore was taste, and that small thought had him moaning.

"Reed?" she purred, tucking her head under his chin. "Would you touch me, please? I want to feel those wonderful hands of yours all over me." 

He gulped, struggling to hold on to a slither of his manners with this temptation beneath his fingers. Are you sure?" he stuttered. "I mean, you just broke up with your boyfriend and we hardly know each other."

She slipped out from beside him, making him instantly regret ever opening his mouth. Dylan knelt on the floor at his knees and took his hands in hers once more, kissing the tops as his courtesy made her feel special. Reed's stomach was doing flips again and he was at a loss as to how this woman could incapacitate him with the simplest of gestures. Those green eyes looked up at him and he lost all will to argue, but Dylan acknowledged his questions anyhow. 

"You know, I've always been a good judge of character. You're about the sweetest person I've ever met and so far you've yet to say anything that's made me question your intentions." She tilted her head to the right and gave a sultry smile. "Besides, you've already told me that you like my dress, lips, and legs. However, I'm certain you'd like the dress better if it were on the floor, my lips better if they were attached to yours, and my legs much better if they were wrapped around your waist."

Reed had lost his ability to form words. He'd already lusted after each one of the details that she'd mentioned and it melted him to hear those words being spoken from her lips. It felt like there was something stuck under his skin that was burning, like there was a layer of lava waiting to burst out of him. He didn't have to look to know that his pants were tented and he was too lost in everything Dylan did to even worry about her seeing. She probably wanted him like that anyhow, he thought. 

Dylan gave his hands a final kiss and stood, letting the hem of her dress rest against his knees. "You know what I think?" her honey like voice intoxicated him. "I think you'd fancy having me all to yourself. Wouldn't that be fun?"

His eyes widened and his chest sunk deep within him. Everything about his body language suggested that he was turned on, just building up the gumption to toss away all inhibitions and tear Dylan apart. She was eagerly waiting for that moment, provoking him even further. 

She used every ounce of sex appeal she could muster up, trying desperately to will her voice to convey it. "Wouldn't you like to claim me? Maybe get a little rough with me?" Her hand rose to toy with the strap of her dress, bringing it down her shoulder just to pull it back up again. "I wouldn't mind at all, Reed. I'd even let you spank me if you wanted."

She stole a moment to look down at her bare shoulder. When she peered up at him from beneath those lashes, Reed lost it. He scooted forward on the couch, placing her between his knees and grabbed at her hips roughly. His large hands pulled and prodded at the curve of her waist while his fingertips gripped with a delicious force. Although started at first by his abruptness, Dylan was soon humming with anticipation for his next move. 

He groaned, leaning his face into her stomach, nuzzling as his gruff voice caused every inch of Dylan to tingle. He sounded almost maniacal, his words searing right into her. "It's like you said, if I'm going to do this, I'm going to claim you. I'm going leave my fingerprints all over you, sweetheart." 

Dylan wove her fingers into his hair and encouraged his continued control over her hips, moving them ever so slightly so he'd push and pull them back into the position he desired. She really was an excellent judge of character. It was as if she flipped a switch and every predatory, masculine instinct that Reed had was on fire. 

He pushed her back a few inches to look up at her, eyes glazed over with lust. "Do you want this? Because you realize how difficult it would be for me to stop once we really get going, right?" 




The Best and Worst Birthday



Slowly turning in his hands, she leaned over and supported herself on the coffee table. She stuck her ass inches from his face and wiggled a little, eliciting moans from Reed. "Please?" she begged. "I can be as naughty as you like?" her voice was innocent, sending spurts of lust through Reed. 

He growled, snaking his hands up her legs and under the hem of her dress. "I'm going to do so many things with this body of yours." Slowly he pushed up the dress to reveal her behind inch by inch. The sight of the black lace boy shorts she was wearing made him groan. To her delight, he gripped a cheek in each hand, manipulating the tender flesh of her cheeks as much as he could. He toyed with the lace her ass seemed to leak out of, the broadest smile he'd worn all night plastered across his face. "These are fucking hot, Dylan."

She purred back at him, "Thank you. I had bought them special, for tonight. I'm so glad I did now."

He enjoyed the view for as long as his nerves could take before asking her to stand and remove the dress. She did so with her back to him. Slipping down the dress revealed she hadn't been wearing a bra and she giggled at the gasp turned growl that Reed made upon making the discovery. Dylan was blessed in the breast department and Reed was enraptured. Running her hands along the pale skin, she gave each breast a squeeze letting the tender flesh leak out from between her fingers.

She kicked the heels she'd been wearing off and took the small step forward to return her place between Reed's knees. "What can I do for you, lover?" she purred. 

Licking his lips at the sight of her, he commanded, "Sit." 

Dylan was so tickled with the way Reed looked at her that it was difficult to fight back the giggles and squeals that wanted to jump out of her. She took his outstretched hands without a second of hesitation and straddled his lap. Once she was comfy, her chest inches from his face and his erection pleasantly squished by her panty clad pussy, he let his hands roam his new territory. 

"I'm excited and I want to explore you, but if I do something you don't like, please tell me," he instructed, his hands running up and down the outside of her thighs. "I can get carried away sometimes and I want you to enjoy yourself as much as I'm going to."

Dylan had little doubts as to what she had gotten herself into. This man was gripping at her legs and ass, completely taken back at how beautiful she appeared to be to him, and he was going to show her a really good time. She was kind of amazed. Dylan had never been a selfish lover before and she always let the man take the lead, but she had never had a man press all the right buttons like Reed was. Every little groan and growl he made increased that itch she was feeling for him. Every time his hands squeezed at her she could feel her center increase in temperature. Much to her surprise, she was feeling a little impatient.

Reed on the other hand, had every intention to draw this out. He was memorizing every inch of Dylan, letting his fingers press against her to imprint the memory of her luscious curves in his mind. He couldn't help but chuckle as he noticed her need start to boil over. She began grinding against the bulge in his pants, lacing her hands around his neck to get him as close as possible. Of course, Reed accepted her invitation and let her smother him with those delicious breasts of hers. 

"Here I was thinking I was the desperate one," he teased, nuzzling within her bosom. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her even close, assisting in her gyrations and his own suffocation. 

"Your mouth, Reed," Dylan pleaded. Her voice had already dropped into that needy, throaty range and the sound was music to his ears. She didn't take kindly to him just enjoying her sounds, though. She was getting desperate for more. She ground harder into him and tried to direct his head towards the nipples that longed for his attention. 

Reed was very much enjoying the sight of her trying to push him around. He loved that she begged but felt the need to remind her that he was the one in charge here. For a while longer, he resisted the hands trying to guide him and he basked in the tenderness of her breasts against his cheeks. Just when her frustration peaked, his grip lowered back to her ass and he thrust her into him, her nipples dangling just outside him lips. 

"Is this what you want, my pet?" His voice was a temptation in itself and those eyes looking up at her had melted the last bit of self-control she had. 

"Yes, Reed please!" she begged him. This time she didn't force his hand and she stilled in his grasp, giving in to whatever his will may be. 

He found her compliance irresistible and devoured her left nipple eagerly. The whole night had hinted at some unreal chemistry between the two of them, him having said and done all the right things, while she purred and prodded just to his liking. Even now, as he sucked and bit at her nipples he seemed to know all the things she liked without having to be told. 

He teetered between each nub of flesh, taking in each of her lusty moans with wanton ears. Dylan kept her arms wrapped around him, gently grasping his head and running her fingers through his hair. She didn't dare do anything to stop him. The amount of pleasure he was putting her through was overwhelming. As if reading her mind, he bit down and playfully tugged the nub, looking like a puppy who'd found his new favorite chew toy. The action sent Dylan over the edge and though she'd had very little stimulation at her center, she came. Her breath hitched and she fell into his shoulder, gasping after the waves of pleasure had depleted. 

"Impossible," he breathed running his hands down her back and kissing her shoulders. "You didn't just...did you?" The thought of making her cum without even touching her pleasure center was empowering to Reed. Every possessive bone in his body was on pins and needles waiting for her to gather enough strength to explain. 

"Yes," she gasped, still tucked into the nook of his neck and shoulder. "I've never done that before. God, you're amazing!"

Reed's eyes widened and he pushed Dylan back up onto his lap. He kissed the swell of each of her breasts looking into those green eyes with the purest form of lust one could ever imagine. "Never?" he questioned.

She stood from his lap, now fully recovered from her orgasm, and once again fought back her squeals and giggles. Reed had the most devilish look plastered all over his face and she knew that he was intending on devouring her. "No other man has ever given me an orgasm from nipple play alone, and that's a true story." She toyed with her hands innocently, lacing her finger together just to tear them apart. Dylan could see the overwhelming surge of feelings nearly flood Reed. It was obvious how much he loved hearing that he had a special power over her. "You want to find out what other things you can make me do?"

In a flash, Reed was up and enveloping her in his arms. He paused just outside her lips, realizing they hadn't had a proper kiss yet. When they're lips did meet, he made sure that her knees went week. Her moans and hums against his mouth were all the music he'd ever needed to hear and he swallowed them with a renewed passion. Her lips were throbbing slightly and a deep shade of pink when he did eventually let go. 

She met him with a smile, seeing that she'd fogged up his glasses. Her hands rose up to his face and began to slip them off his face. "I'm afraid we'll break them. How fuzzy will everything be for you?" 

Again with the caring that Reed found to be so irresistible. He chuckled and gave her a quick kiss. "I might have to remain fairly close to you. I hope you won't mind."

"Not in the slightest," Dylan replied with a sexy grin. "Now take me to bed."

*****

Reed deftly removed his clothes as he watched Dylan climb up on his bed. Sure, she was out of focus, but he appreciated that she'd given some thought to her performance. She crawled the expense of the bed to rest his glasses on the opposing nightstand, wiggling her ass as she went. He almost couldn't believe it when she laid back on the bed, exposing her tender flesh to him. He had never guessed from her behavior in the club and through her texts that she was the brazen type, and the thought of her saving it for the bedroom pleased him immensely. 

Now ridden of all the excess fabric, he crawled up beside her, kissing all the lovely curves he'd been dying to get a hold of. He propped himself up on his elbow beside her, nibbling her ear while his hand, stroked aimlessly around body. "How can I please my lady this evening?" he hummed into her neck and making her skin crawl with anticipation. 

Dylan was struggling to regulate her breathing enough to speak. His calloused fingertips exploring every inch of skin she had to offer was making her itch with need. She gasped has he lowered his hand to the edge of her panties, playfully snapping the lace. "Just like this, Reed," she whimpered as she watched his hand venture under the hem of her panties. "I love it just like this."

He smiled in the curve of her shoulder and started stroking her pussy. His hand was a persistent, gentle force that was causing Dylan's breathing to hitch. Reed proved himself to be quiet skilled with his hands, manipulating her inner folds with his two middle fingers and grinding against her clit with the heel of his hand. Her hips rocked and her back arched. Every movement he made was eagerly met by one of her own. 

Dylan stole a glance down to see his hand cupped around her pussy, surrounded in the lace of her panties. The sight was so obscene and erotic that she couldn't help but stare. Reed was drawing out every moan and groan she had to offer with pleasure that was flooding over her. He eased two fingers inside and her head flew back with a labored exhale. 

The view from where Reed was sitting was pretty fucking hot as well. Laid out beside him, Dylan was flushed, noisily enjoying every little movement his hand made. Her body would twitch, which in turn made her breasts jiggle in the most wonderful way. He snickered as her head dropped back against the bed. The unique male pride that was swelling up inside of Reed was something he hadn't felt in a long time and he was relishing the power he seemed to have over this beauty beside him. 

His fingers delved deeper and he found her g-spot. The contact made her shriek and thrash around on the bed. A few more strokes and she started shaking under his hand. Her hand flew down to stop the merciless stimulation before it was too much and he could only watch in bewilderment. Dylan was panting. Her whole being quivered and with ripples of tremors Reed had caused. 

Reed had been with ladies that shook a little before, but Dylan was something else. His eyes had gone wide in amazement, loving every twitch that ran through those fatigued muscles of hers. She was so beautiful in that moment, lying beside him helpless under his touch. 

"That was amazing," he was shaking his head, awestruck by the pure ecstasy he'd just watched her go through. "Can you do that again?" 

Dylan fought her way back, each breath helping her regain some semblance of reality. Reed watched as her lips split in a sultry smile. She reached for his cock and stroked him as tenderly as she could manage. "I think I might need a little something extra for round two." A girlish giggle escaped her lips as his cock twitched in her hands. "Well, it's not a little something at all, is it?" 

By this time, Reed was pretty much a lust fueled wreck. He'd held out long enough to see her through two orgasms and by all accounts, everything he'd seen had told him she would satisfy him completely. Her skin was so soft and he knew that pretty little pussy of hers would be no exception. Her hips moved so deliciously that he knew she would grind against him, pushing him farther into her depths. Plain and simple, Reed wanted her. 

After frantically ripping her panties off, he rolled over her and wrapped her legs around his waist. He ran his hands from her knees to her hips and back again, all the while applying a sinful pressure. Dylan was beside herself, eyes closed and head lolled back, as his touch fanned the flames threatening to take her alive. She could feel his cock rubbing along the length of her slit. She could feel its heat searing her and she could do nothing but hum appreciatively. 

Reed tore his eyes from her center and took in the sight of her face. She was flush with the sweetest smile he'd ever seen playing at her lips. He watched as her nostrils flared slightly while she concentrated on the feelings he was stirring inside of her. She was the picture of everything beautiful. 

Without warning, he dove in. He opted for force instead of speed and that first stroke within her pressed all the way in. Dylan's back arched off the bed instinctively and she grabbed Reed's forearms to anchor herself down. Her chest began to heave with each slow, forceful stroke Reed dealt. 

"Oh my god," Dylan whimpered, wiggling beneath him. "You feel fantastic!"

"Ditto, sweetheart," Reed panted back at her. The effort it took to control himself was not a small one. Dylan had been neglected long enough for her muscles to be in dire need of relaxing. Reed was lost in the feeling of her tight sheath clutching at him. The occasional throb would course through her and usher a fresh groan from him. 

He kept his pace even for a while, waiting to feel her adjust to him. The moment he felt as though he would no longer hurt her, he rolled Dylan over and lifted her hips. She caught on quickly and knelt before him, face to the pillows and ass in the air. He plummeted back into her warmth and began kneading the cheeks of her ass with renewed passion. 

"Go ahead, babe. I know you want to," Dylan purred beneath him, turning her head towards him to flash a sultry smile. It only took him a second to comply to her suggestion. His hand smacked and she squealed, immediately lifting her ass back up for another lashing. 

"Fuck, yes," Reed growled taking in her reddening ass. He pumped into her harder while delivering smacks on both of her cheeks. Each churn of her hips, each little cry she released, had Reed moaning like a fool, desperate to make her do it again. He could feel his own orgasm nearing and could do little to postpone his finale. 

Dylan sensed his urgency and though she'd send him over the edge with a bang. "You like my sweet little pussy?" she asked, eliciting another groan from Reed. "What about that ass, baby? Am I going to have your handprints all over me for days?"

"Fuck, yes," Reed chanted back at her. He could see the beginnings of white hot welts forming on her ass, but she never hinted at it being too much. He loved how she could take it as well as encourage it.

"Are you going to fill me up, baby? Are you going to split me open and fill me up with that cream of yours?" Dylan was panting. Her own dirty talk combined with Reed's sweet torture was having a terrific effect on her. She could feel that flood of hormones sitting on the brink, waiting to plummet over her edge and take her into spectacular pleasure. 

This time Reed shouted. "Fuck, yes!" The spanking paused while he gripped her hips and thrust into her, all care lost. That pure, primitive male pride was taking over him again. He was going to claim this woman. He started lifting her up off the bed with the force of his strokes. 

"Fucking do it, Reed!" She moaned, seizing beneath him in her own release. She tipped over the edge and began shaking underneath him. 

Reed felt her tremors and the clamping of her internal muscles, and it was the final push he need. He found his release, falling against her form as he filled her. He wrapped an arm around Dylan's waist and toppled them over, helping to keep her beside him as they fell back on to the bed. Both of them lay panting, glistening with sweat, smiling like fools as they rode out the final spurts from their orgasms. They both stared up at the ceiling for what seemed like forever before Dylan started laughing. 

"Why are you so happy?" Reed asked, chuckling along with her. 

She curled up into him, resting her arm along his chest and lacing one of her legs between his. "All in all," she snickered into his chest. "Probably the best and worst birthday I've ever had. Thank you for being the best part." She kissed his chest before nuzzling into his side, surrendering to sleep. 

"Well I didn't get you a gift, so this was the least I could do." Reed sounded playfully serious, ushering a fresh fit of giggles from Dylan. He lay there holding her until her laughter subsided and she fell asleep. Until his own slumber came over him, he thought about how lucky he had turned out to be and if he could somehow convince this beauty beside him to stay longer than the night. 

*****

For the second day in a row, Reed woke up to the sound of the phone vibrating on the night stand. He turned to find it and realized he was hearing the sound coming from the living room. Struggling to remember all the details from the night before, Reed sat up in the bed and looked around his empty room. He sighed, figuring his luck had run out and he must've left his phone somewhere outside his bedroom. 

He put his glasses back on and laid back against the headboard, ignoring the buzzing until it stopped completely. Reed was facing his disappointment, looking down at the crumpled sheets where Dylan had been just hours ago. He didn't want to think that she left easily. He didn't want to think that she left period. The padding of footsteps coming down the hall tore all negative thoughts from his mind. His eyes focused on the doorway to his room.

Dylan came through the doorway holding her phone, smiling when she found Reed awake. She didn't bother with clothing seeing as her intentions were to jump back into bed anyhow, and the sight of her naked, hair a mess from their athletic romp, made Reed ridiculously happy. She looked perfect in his eyes and she crawled back into bed and cuddled up next to him. 

"Sorry I woke you," she whispered. She kissed him lightly and returned her attention to the phone in her hands. 

"Don't be, I got to see you naked again." He smiled and kissed her back. Happily, Reed wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in as close as he could. Sinking back down into the bed with her, he tucked the blankets up around her form to keep her safe and warm next to him. "What's up?" he nodded, looking at her furled brow and the phone. 

"It's Brian. He's called three times since nine this morning. I never noticed until now." Her voice was even, not giving any hints to the suddenly very nervous Reed. She laughed as she felt him tense up beside her. Dylan dropped the phone on the bed beside her and nuzzled within his arms. "Don't worry, honey. I regret nothing. This is exactly where I want to be." 

Reed breathed a huge sigh of relief. "Thank goodness. I don't think I could give you up now and I definitely couldn't share." 

Dylan smiled as they continued to kiss and cuddle while the morning eased into the afternoon. The buzzing of her phone once again interrupted the two lovebirds, and this time Reed took matters into his own hands. 

"Hello?" he asked, looking down at Dylan. She fought to quiet her giggles, thinking about how confused her ex would be hearing another man's voice come through the phone. 

"Who is this? Where is Dylan?" Brain questioned frantically, the rage in his tone already identifiable. 

Reed smirked. "She's right here, she's just a little too tired to talk. I can help you, though. Whatcha need, bro?" 

Brain was huffing and puffing into the phone. "What I need is to talk to my girlfriend."

"About that," Reed leaned over and kissed Dylan's forehead, seeing the approval of his scheme laced in her smile. "To my understanding, you dumped her and on her birthday of all days. Made you look like a huge asshole, if I'm honest." 




The Best & Worst Of Times



It was the middle of winter and our furnace had just broken. Having lost my job just two weeks earlier and it didn't seem there could be anything else worse – especially living in Minnesota.

My daughter, who turned 18 just a few months back, was in her senior year of high school and was constantly clamoring about wanting a car. I felt bad we couldn't afford it when I was working, now I was mortified to find out I couldn't even provide my family a warm home.

I called a repairman, the "cheapest one in town" according to a friend and he gave me a reasonable rate to fix it – a reasonable rate if I was pulling in a paycheck.

No sense in sulking I thought. So I headed out fill out more applications. My wife, a life-long homemaker, had no marketable skills to speak of. I couldn't blame her for not trying to find work. 

Nope. It was up to me and I was damn sure determined to do so. I returned home four or five hours later after putting in numerous applications. Despite the problems, I felt good about things.

This was until my wife, Torii, told me only one of the small space heaters we owned was working. She wasn't bummed and neither was Samantha, my daughter. We all figured we would just sleep in the same bed tonight with the one heater to stay warm.

We weren't that broke that we couldn't buy another heater until we could afford getting the furnace repaired.

Bedtime was just an hour away and we settled into a TV show. The only thing I was bummed about now was my wife whispering things into my ear that were getting me turned on. 

"Shit, I thought. The one night in the last few weeks my wife has shown any signs of wanting to be intimate and it's the night our daughter is sleeping with us."

I tried to shrug it off and hopped into the shower – a cold shower – before bed. We all got into bed, chatted for a few minutes and my wife was the first to fall asleep. Sam and I chatted for a few more minutes in hushed tones before I went to sleep.

I fell off into a deep sleep and dreamt strange things – the type of thing one only dreams in a deep sleep. They say the things that are on your mind before you fall asleep are what you'll dream about. Usually, though, all those things you are thinking about turn into a distorted, twisted dream.

I was looking for work, of course. But for some reason Sam was with me walking down the street, holding onto my arm in a driving snow storm. 

"Daddy, I'm so cold, so cold, so cold," she said over and over. 

"Hold on honey, I'll get you home."

Then the horny side of my brain took over. My wife appeared out of nowhere around a street corner, stopped us and whispered things into my ear. Only I couldn't hear them. She then dropped to her knees and pulled out my cock and began to work on it right in front of Sam.

The sensation was wonderful and with Sam still clinging to my arm, I clutched her closer as I moaned over Torii's wonderful cocksucking abilities.

"Oh, Torii. Ooooh, Torii!" I moaned. I opened my eyes and it was dark. There was no snow, but the sensation on my cock was there.

I looked down to see Sam giving me a blowjob. I quickly looked to my right to see Torii sound asleep. I quickly turned my attention back to Sam. 

"What are you doing?" I managed to spit out in a loud whisper.

Startled, she replied, "I just couldn't help my self Daddy. I've wanted you for so long and I was too tempted."

Her head went immediately back to my cock. 

Flattered and embarrassed. All were my immediately feelings. 

Flattered because Sam was gorgeous. At 5-10, she was just two inches shorter than me, so she had very, very long legs. Her breasts, which were probably not done growing, were at a small 'C' cup and her ass was in perfect form. 

I looked down at her again, her long blonde hair moving with her, shining brightly from the dim street light which shone in the room. It was then I realized she was naked.

"Sam, how long have you felt this way?" I whispered. 

She kissed her way up my stomach and onto my nipples and finally my neck before whispering into my ear, "Ever since my friend Jenny told me how hot you were."

I was floored. I never thought myself to be a hunk, but then again, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Sam nibbled on my ear some more, making my resolve and rational side disappear even more.

"I need you daddy. Nooooow!" she pleaded into my ear. At that, I quickly turned over and was immediately on top of her. 

She immediately spread her legs and squealed a bit. "Shhhh. You'll wake your mother," I said.

I kissed her fully on the lips and then took one of her magnificent nipples into my mouth. She moaned softly. "Fuck me daddy. NOW!"

I needed no more reason to do it. I was the worst person on Earth and the luckiest all at the same moment.

I kissed her again and slowly slid my 7 inches into my daughter. "Oooh. Yes. Yes. Yes. Daddy. Just like that."

My speed increased as did her pants and moans. I was trying my hardest to keep Sam quiet and not wake up Torii with the movement or noise. "Deeper, deeeeeper. Harder, Daddy."

God, it felt so good. I kissed and sucked on her breasts and pounded away into her sweet, young pussy. Just as fast as one of my strokes entered Sam, my wife shot out of bed like a cannon being fired. "David," she screamed. "OH MY GOD."

I was too lost in Sam, though. "Fuck me, Daddy. Don't stop. Pleeeaaase don't stop," she pleaded under me.

I fucked her faster and harder. Torii was on my, scratching my back, pulling on me all the while pleading, "David, NO. Stop."

I erupted the same time Sam did. The best orgasm of my life, and Sam's too according to her panting and ear-to-ear smile, was also the worst moment of my life. 

I collapsed onto Sam and kissed her hard. Torii was sobbing and still beating on my back, "Why?"

Sam and me now share a bed together. Torii is no longer in it.



The Best Birthday



I couldn't believe this was really happening.

It's my birthday, I am thirty five today and I am lying face up and naked on our bed with Ed my husband on my right side and our friend Paul on my left, O my god, this is really happening.

We had fantasized about a situation such as this for years, but I never, never thought it was more than a fantasy. Ed, my husband of ten years knew I had a brief fling with Paul before our marriage; this did not keep us from being long distance friends and keeping in touch every so often. I swear I wasn't aware or their scheming, only latter I found out that they shared a desire to live out such a moment.

I am petite, five foot one and ninety-five pounds; they are both very tall, very strong, and in my opinion very handsome.

I turned my face to the left and gently kissed Paul on the mouth, then turned left, looked at Ed straight in the eyes, thank him and kissed him deeply. I then let myself go, felt them kissing my shoulder and my neck, oh, they were so gentle, more then I expected from this pair of hunks. My bedside lamp was dim but I could see them clearly as they kissed and nibbled at my neck, shoulders and then my breasts.

Ed took my small breast in his hands and proffered my nipple and when Paul started gently sucking, he lay down and did the same. I closed my eyes, the feeling was indescribable. I felt a lump in the pit of my stomach as they both slowly worked their way down to my belly and groin. I felt my thighs being massaged, my thighs slowly parted and then to add to my excitement I heard then exchange words about how swollen, how puffy and how wet I looked.

Fingers spread my lips, I was kissed, caressed, touched and teased, I could no longer tell who was doing what. I pleaded, I begged for release, I wanted, no, needed to cum and they would laugh and tease. Their game continued till Ed said, "Okay, but cover you eyes, if you peek we will stop." Before I did so I gazed between my open thighs and saw them both kneeling, rock hard, throbbing, and soo ready. It looked threatening but I wanted them in me so badly.

I put my head back, closed my eyes, felt a pillow thrust under my buttocks and lied there, open, accessible and yearning. One of them held me still while the other rubbed himself up and down between my lips and they continued to torture me with comments about how my lips wrapped around (I still didn't know whose) tip, how my pussy was throbbing and about the sticky strings that covered his cock, finally my knees were pushed back, I was completely exposed and I felt myself slowly and completely filled. When Ed lay down by my side and began to kiss me I realized he was giving me up to our friend.

It's hard to describe the feeling, so different from our usual games, Ed urged me to watch and as I did he held my hand against my belly and we both watched and felt Paul's cock moving deep inside me. Events became more blurred, they switched places several times and one would hold me open as the other continued to move inside me. I had several great orgasms, but when Ed asked Paul to be the one who filled me, when I watched him plunge into me and felt him stop, stiffen, groan and pump deeply into me I lost it completely and had a mind blowing orgasm. We all lay still a few moments, I couldn't keep on going then Paul moved, his cock slowly popped out of me and I saw Ed kneel next to my wide open, reddened and sore pussy, He mumbled sweet things into me, gently nibbled, then suddenly lunged with his tongue and lips and took me to another high. The next hours were dizzying, I am sure they had both taken a pill before this all started, They kept it up, I thought I could cum no more and could hold no more sperm inside me but they continued to prove me wrong.

The last I remember before falling asleep is feeling rivers of cum dripping down my thighs and a delicious feeling as I wiped myself dry.

It's worth becoming thirty-five!



The Best Birthday Ever



Note: If you've read my other stories, you may notice a recurrence of names. I like using my first and middle names in the stories. That away I really get a feel for my writing. Like the others this is a fictional story.

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My name is Wayne and this is the story of my best birthday ever. It was my 21st birthday party, and I was over at a friend's house having the party. It had all the things a party needed: pretty decent music, women, presents, women, and more women. I had gotten a bunch of stuff that I really wanted. By eight o'clock most of my friends were pretty drunk, except for me and a friend of mine, Chris. It was nine o'clock when I finally decided to leave. With most of the guests in a drunken sleep or stupor, Chris and me headed outside carrying my presents to my car unnoticed by anyone else.

"Hey dude, happy birthday." He said.

"Thanks, I got a lot of the stuff I've been after." I replied.

"Yeah, you did. And you got something you didn't ask for." I just looked confused. "When you get home, there ought to be a big gift wrapped box in your living room waiting for you." I was now even more confused. Then he said, "Just hurry up and get home, and open it. You'll love it, trust me."

After everything was in my car, I said goodbye to Chris and raced home. I grabbed most of my presents and ran up to my house (a 21-year-old with his own house, excellent) unlocked the door, pushed it open, and gasped at the huge box before me.

Even though it was wrapped, there were a bunch of holes poked into the box. "What the hell?" Was all I said. I went over and unwrapped the box. The top was taped pretty well. I picked up a nearby pair of scissors and carefully cut the tape away. I tossed the scissors down and opened up the top flaps. I gasped in utter shock. Inside of the box was an extremely beautiful Asian woman. I ripped the box apart and lifted her onto the couch (not on the scissors). She was still breathing, so I guess that was a good sign.

She was very beautiful. She had dark, shoulder length hair, and beautiful almond shaped eyes. Her breasts looked rather large for an Asian woman. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight fitting tank top. In the bottom of the box, was even one of those Japanese schoolgirl outfits. For as long as I could remember, I was really turned on by Japanese girls, especially one's wearing those sailor suit things.

I put my hands on her shoulders and lightly shook her. She moaned and moved around a little and finally she opened up her sexy jade-green eyes. She sat bolt upright and said, "Forgive, me. I asleep. Very sorry." She said in her beautiful accent.

"Take it easy." I said. "And what do you have to be sorry about."

"I should have been awake to greet you properly."

Now this was weird. A strange Asian woman, sitting on my couch, and apologizing for "not greeting me properly". "Hold on a second. What the hell are you talking about."

Now she looked confused. "You not told?" She asked.

"Told, told what?"

She reached into a purse that I hadn't seen before and gave me a piece of paper. I unfolded it and read it over twice to be sure of what was in front of me. "Huh?" Was all I was able to say.

"That right." She said. "I am your birthday present. A few weeks ago, my family in Japan told me that I was to be a present for a nice, shy, man in the United State. I was told to pack a few things and get ready to leave, I did, and here I am."

I didn't know what I was thinking, but I said, "Are you here legally or illegally."

"Legal." She said.

"I need a drink." I said. I went into my kitchen and grabbed a couple of Cokes, and went back into the living room. I handed the girl one, popped open mine, and in a few gulps finished half of it.

I was still stupefied. "So explain this to me again." And she did. She said her name was Tamiko, she was born and raised in Japan, and was 20 years old. "Okay, I see that, but how are you my birthday present?" She handed me the first piece of paper and then the two others I hadn't read before. There was even a note from Chris, saying "Hope you like the gift." And the other was like a signed contract saying that she was my property, until I no longer was in need of her services.

We both sat there on the couch saying nothing to each other. I heard her whispering something in Japanese, but didn't know what and I was sitting there thinking. "A Japanese girl, as a birthday present, and mine for as long as I need her services. Can I keep her?"

Suddenly, the clock above the TV struck 11 p.m. I got up from the couch, yawned, and said, "I'm really ready for bed, about now. I don't know about you, but tonight has left me confused and I need to sleep on this before I can decide what to do." I walked into the kitchen and turned off the light and had a little bit of water. I walked back into the living room and Tamiko was down to just her bra and panties. Her bra really accented her nice sized breasts and her panties showed off just a little pussy hair.

"What are you doing?" I asked her.

"You said we were going to bed." She replied sort of sadly.

"We are but not that far, I don't even know what to do with you, ok?" She slowly and sadly nodded.

She started to get dressed again but I stopped her and said, "Come on, let's just go to bed and tomorrow we'll talk as soon as I get home from work." And with that I led her into the bedroom. The bed was nice sized, but with the Asian woman standing just about 5'4" tall and weighing no more than 100 pounds, in addition to a man nearly 6'2" tall and weighing about 150 pounds, things tend to get crowded.

I quickly went to my closet and pulled out a nice, thin, but comfortable sleeping bag and turned to Tamiko and said, "You can sleep on the bed, I should be comfortable on the floor." She just nodded and climbed into the bed.

"Are you sure you are alright?" She said.

"Yes. I'm fine."

Just as I started to fall asleep I heard Tamiko whisper to me, "Master, do you think me to be pretty?"

"First, don't call me master please, and second I think that you are the most beautiful woman in the known world. You're like a rare flower, that is a shame to be picked, but you know you should admire that beauty for as long as you can." Shortly after finishing, I fell asleep.

The sun was shining through my bedroom window and I was on the floor. Had it all been a dream I thought. I looked over and there was Tamiko, curled up next to me under a blanket. I didn't know what made me do it, but I reached over and kissed her on the forehead and went off to take my morning shower. When I got up, Tamiko was dressed and waiting for me at the kitchen table. I looked at my watch and realized that I was an hour early for work. We sat down at the table and had some scrambled eggs and bacon.

I noticed that Tamiko was sliding her chair closer to me every now and then. After we had finished, we went into the living and sat down on the couch. "Tamiko," I said, "I think you are a nice girl. Lately, I've noticed that I have been lonely at times around the house and wanting to talk to someone. So if you don't mind, I would love for you to stay with me. Is that okay with you?"

She gave me a great big hug and said, "Yes, it would be my honor to stay with you." I was feeling a little better about this present thing. "Would it be alright with you if I called you Miko for short?"

She smiled, bowed deeply, and said, "Yes, mas…What should I call you?"

"Just Wayne." I replied.

She nodded. I sat there for a minute and said, "What did you bring with you?"

She looked a little sad and said, "What I have on, that purse, and that schoolgirl uniform."

I must say at this point, I felt really sorry for her. I pulled out my wallet, opened it up, and pulled out about a $150 and handed it to her. "Take this and buy whatever you want. But I do ask that you buy mostly clothes."

She was shocked, almost like she was trying to say, "Are you sure?" I nodded and she knew that it was cool. I got up, told her I had to go to work, and said that I'd be home at four o'clock.

She walked me out and waved. The workday felt really slow. I was a part owner in a small electronics business, but still did the basic repair, moving items around, and a load of other things. All day I thought about the beautiful woman that was a present to me. My imagination ran wild with ideas, things that I could do for her and for that part to her. When I got home, I went into the kitchen to get a drink and was shocked to find dinner was ready, but Miko was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, she came out from the bedroom wearing this beautiful black dress that showed off her ass and cleavage really well.

She looked a little scared with her head hung down, but when I hugged her and whispered into her ear, "That is perfect." She was overjoyed. We sat down to dinner and ate. Afterwards Miko did the dishes (and wouldn't let me help with anything). Then she showed me all of her new clothes in a sort of fashion show. Until about ten, we talked about each other, getting to know each other better since we would probably be living together for awhile, before going to bed. And again, when I woke up, there was Miko sleeping next to me under a cover but her bra was exposed and I could see most of her breasts. I hurried into the bathroom, freed my nice little 6 incher and jerked off until I came into the toilet. I knew one day I would have to fuck her brains out.

Anyway, let's skip ahead a little. On the one-week anniversary of Miko's arrival I was at work and while moving some heavy boxes pulled something in my shoulder. I told my partner Chris (the same Chris that got me my present) and went home. I walked in cradling my shoulder, and Miko hurriedly rushed out of the laundry room to see what was going on and to my surprise I saw that she was wearing that sexy schoolgirl uniform. When she saw me holding my shoulder she hurriedly said, "You hurt? Sit down, I give you a massage."

In too much pain I sat down and let her rub me, and to my surprise she did extremely well. About an hour into the massage I was feeling much better and noticing that Miko had her breasts pressed into the back of my head. I started to get hard fast, there was no way she could have not known but it must've been some kind of instinct because she pressed them harder against my head. I reached for her head, pulled it next to mine and gave her a deep French kiss. It was a little painful and awkward, but it felt really good. Then I whispered into her ear, "I have to have you now."

Even with one arm, I managed to carry her into the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and we started another deep lip-lock, while I started to undress her. I opened up her blouse and found her breasts to be more beautiful than I had imagined. I reached under her and undid her electric blue bra, and her tits popped out. They were big but not so big they sagged. I loved them. I took one nipple into my mouth and started to suck on it.

She sounded shocked and whispered in between moans, "What are you doing?"

"Teaching you how Americans have sex." I said and went back to sucking her magnificent breast. I didn't hear anything else out of her. Then I pulled off her skirt; she had these sexy robins egg blue panties on. I reached down and touched her slit to find that she was rather wet. I pulled them off and stuck my tongue out and touched her pussy lips. She gasped and quickly closed her legs around my head keeping them in between her nice, shaved pussy. I licked the lips repeatedly and finally sunk my tongue into her pussy, which forced a small gasp out of her.

It didn't take long for me to find her clit, which I immediately attacked with all my energy. I licked around it hard, sucked on it, and licked even harder. Her pussy smelt like wildflowers blooming in the spring. Her hips rose off of the bed and her back arched, she screamed something in Japanese and squirted her pussy juice all over my face which I licked up greedily, I made sure that I cleaned up my face and the area around her pussy. I climbed up to her and gave her a kiss that felt like our bodies had melted together, and I even gave her a taste of her own sweet juice.

As soon as I broke the kiss I whispered into her ear, "Are you a virgin?"

She looked at me with those almond eyes that made her look almost like a child, sweet and innocent looking, and nodded her head. I climbed back down her body and said, "I'll just break the cherry ok? This time I won't cum in you." She looked confused but I knew that she trusted me and nodded, encouraging me to go on. I climbed back down her body slowly and started to kiss everywhere. I sat up and guided my cock to the entrance of her wet pussy and slowly pushed in which made Miko gasp just a little.

Only a few inches into her, I found her sacred cherry. I looked up to her and said, "This may hurt a little, so if you want me to stop, say so now." She just shook her head telling me to go on. I pulled out of her pussy until just the head was in and forcefully thrust into her, breaking her cherry on impact. She screamed out in pain and pleasure. Since I was bigger than she was, I could easily reach her, and when I did I planted another long kiss on her. I could feel her screaming in my mouth, trying again to speak in Japanese. After a while she got used to my cock in her pussy and finally I started to slowly thrust into her and she started to moan. When, I felt like I was going to cum I pulled out, broke the kiss, and said, "I want to cum in your mouth."

I pulled my cock out of her pussy, which was now covered in her pussy juice, blood, and some of my pre-cum. She must have really trusted me because we switched positions, me laying on my back and her in between my legs. She slowly took my cock into her warm mouth and without telling her, she started to suck hard on my dick. I felt the pressure building up fast and then she looked up at me, with her innocent eyes and that was all it took. I shot my load into her mouth and without being told she swallowed it all. She then came up to me and we held each other for a while and went at it again, this time I got to cum in her pussy and even eat her out again. We had sex a couple more times that night then finally we went to sleep in my bed.

We woke up in the morning still in each other's arms, made out and took a shower together, where we gave each other head, until we were weak in the knees. Then she made breakfast and I acted like I wanted her again, but wouldn't let her go any further than a deep kiss. We ate breakfast and I left without having sex. Miko walked me out to my car and looked very sad, depressed, and even more pissed off. I ran back up to her gave her another big kiss, and said, "Don't worry, I'll pull my injury story and I'll be home in no time okay?" At hearing this she smiled, shook her head and gave me another deep kiss.

I kept my promise and was home by noon. Miko was wearing that sailor suit again, which made me hard as soon as I saw her. I went to take her, but she wouldn't let me. She said, "This is your punishment for promising and not delivering to me." Now I was pissed, but kept my cool. We had dinner and all; earlier that night but the wait was murder on me. Afterwards, we spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the night in one another's company holding each other and at around midnight she finally gave in and we fucked like rabbits all night. And that's how it was for the next two months. Then came that fateful day.

We were in bed (fully dressed and not having sex at all that fateful day), which sort of made her mad, because since that first night she loved having sex often. She wanted it like 2 to 3 times a day; I'm surprised she wasn't pregnant yet. I gave her a small kiss which she mistook as an invitation and said, "No, not now Miko. Remember that contract you had when you first came here?" She nodded in reply. "Please go get it for me." She quickly ran off and soon came back with the piece of paper. I read from it, "You are my property until I am no longer in need of your services, remember that?" I asked. She looked confused and nodded. "Well," I said sadly, "I am no longer in need of your services."

Her mouth was wide in shock and she teared up and started to cry a lot. And with that I ripped up the contract, which made her cry even worse. I reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a blindfold and put it on her while she was still crying her eyes out and I assumed she was cussing me out in Japanese. She started to take the blindfold off but I slapped her hand away and said, "As my last wish as your owner, I want you to keep that blindfold on until I tell you to take it off." She nodded and continued to cry more and more. I reached back into the drawer, pulled out a velvety box and opened it up. Inside was an engagement ring that paled in comparison to her beauty.

I got down on one knee in front of the bed and said, "Miko, now you may take off your blindfold." Which she did, and even though her eyes were red from all of the crying she looked a little confused. "Miko," I said, "Will you do me the honor of being my wife?" 

Now she looked even more confused, slapped me hard across the face, and gave me a great big hug. "Yes, it be honor for me to be wife." She said.

I started to slip the ring onto her finger but stopped. I whispered into her ear, "Are you horny, my dear?" I asked. She gave me this sexy look of innocence, shook her head furiously, and we spent that night having the sex the likes of which either of us ever had. She kissed me for hours on end until our lips were raw. Only a couple of months later did we tie the knot and take our honeymoon in her native country of Japan and on the trip we had a lots of fun, maybe I'll write about it in the future.



The Best Birthday Ever



I remember it as though it happened yesterday. My first time with you; my first time with any man. It was my eighteenth birthday, and you were a close friend of the family. You gave me the best gift I have ever received. I close my eyes and once more I feel you gently pull me onto your lap. Your hand caresses the soft skin of my thigh and you whisper in my ear what a good girl I am. You tell me that, although I am a very good girl, there are things I must learn in order to please you. I look into your eyes and I know that I can trust you. I feel nervous and excited all at once.

Your big hand slides further up my thigh and you take one of your fingers and rub it softly over the center of my panties; your touch as light as a feather. But, even that soft touch makes me gasp, and I squirm on your lap feeling your cock harden beneath me. You press your finger a little bit more firmly against my panties and you feel the wetness beginning there. You slip your finger under my panties and into my wet cunt and bring it back up to my lips telling me to taste it. I suck on your finger, tentatively at first, then more forcefully as you slide it in and out of my mouth.

You remove your finger and kiss me roughly, your hand in my hair pulling it hard, but not so hard that it will cause me too much pain. Your lips move down my neck and I feel your teeth sink gently into the soft skin, causing me to gasp once more. Suddenly, you pull away and set me on the floor. My legs feel weak as I look at you questioningly. Smiling, you take my hand and place it over your cock. My eyes widen when I feel how hard your cock feels under my small hand. You tell me what a good girl I am for making it so hard and now I get a reward for being so good. First, however, I will need to undress. I look at you shyly and you sense my reluctance. You take one of my hands and move it to the buttons of my blouse. You tell me that you want to watch. My face burns with embarrassment as I begin to unbutton my blouse, exposing my soft, white skin to your intense gaze.

I let my blouse slide off my shoulders as I glance shyly at you from beneath my lowered eyes. You stare at me intently, searing me with your blue eyes. Encouraged, I reach behind and undo my bra. I see you bite your lower lip as you wait for my small, pink, nipples to be exposed. Standing before you in my skirt, I feel a blush spread over my body. My breath is ragged from embarrassment and arousal. You stand up in front of me as your eyes sweep over my breasts. My nipples are erect. You whisper one word, "Beauty."

For the first time, I look directly into your eyes and see your passion and desire. My body trembles as you reach out and touch my nipples with your thumbs. A moan escapes me. With a smile on your lips you pinch my hard nipples with your thumb and forefinger. You can hear my breath coming out in short gasps. Now, you pinch my nipples even harder and my pleasure is mixed with pain. My knees grow weak. You ask me if you pinched too hard and I shake my head and say, "Harder, please." You growl deep in your throat as you take one of my pink nipples in your mouth and bite it. I almost shriek as I am engulfed with the pleasure and pain that your mouth is bringing me. 

Pushing me away, you tell me to remove the rest of my clothes. No longer shy, I remove my skirt and panties and stand before you naked. You gaze at me in admiration, then, you put your hands on my shoulders and tell me to get on my knees. I do as you ask and watch as you unzip your pants and remove your cock. Taking your cock in your hand, you bring it to my mouth and rub it over my soft lips. My lips part and you ask me what I want. I look down at the floor and you place your finger under my chin, forcing me to look at you again. Your cock touches my lips again and you ask, "Is this what you want?"

I nod and open my mouth as you slide your cock between my waiting lips. I open my mouth wider to accommodate your cock's girth and you say, "Good girl," and smile at me approvingly. You tell me to suck your cock, and I do.

I love the feeling of your hardness in my mouth, on my tongue, my lips. I love the taste of it. You chuckle softly as you see me trying to devour your big, hard cock. Grabbing my hair, you push my head down, forcing me to take your cock even deeper into my mouth. Your cock touches the back of my throat and my eyes begin to water and I try to back off because I am starting to gag, but you hold me there for a moment, not wanting to relinquish the sensations my mouth is giving you. Then, you allow me to move away.

"Is it too big for you?" you ask.

Your cock is sliding in and out of my mouth and I look up at you and nod. I move away from your cock for a moment and say sadly, "It is too big. I can't take it all."

You gently stroke my cheek and say, "Oh, but you will. I promise."

Grabbing my hair you force your cock back into my mouth, pushing it as far as it will go. My eyes are watering again, but I feel your cock go a little bit further into my throat. I refuse to give up and I keep sucking, my hands gripping your ass. Your eyes are closed as you lose yourself in the feeling of my tongue on your flesh, and the sounds of my mouth sucking your achingly hard cock. You begin to fuck my mouth. My throat is accepting your hardness with each thrust. I know something is about to happen because your breath is coming very fast and you are thrusting wildly into my throat. You want to come in my mouth and make me swallow every drop, but you pull away, knowing you must wait.

I look at you in disappointment. My mouth is hungry for your throbbing flesh and I reach for it, but you stop me. You pull me to my feet and tell me that I sucked your cock so well that I get an extra reward. Taking me in your arms you stroke my hair. 

"Such a good girl," you say.

I feel your lips on mine, your mustache rough on my soft lips. You kiss me deeply, your tongue dancing against mine. My wet cunt gets even wetter and I moan against your mouth as you kiss me harder. Grabbing my ass, you grind your cock against me. Suddenly, you push me away and tell me it's time for my reward. My heart is pounding with excitement and a little bit of fear.

You kiss me again as you lay me on the bed, your hands caressing my back, my ass, my thighs. I have one leg wrapped around yours and I press myself against you tightly. You suddenly roll onto your back and pull me on top of you. I feel your fingertips playing lightly over my shoulder blades, down my back and over my ass. I shiver, and you laugh when you feel goosebumps break out over my skin. You whisper in my ear, asking me if I like that. My face is buried in your neck and you feel me nod. You continue to tease me with your fingers until you feel me trembling. Your hands stop for a moment and I look up at you. Smiling, you continue to play your fingers along my soft skin. I begin to relax against you when I feel a stinging slap on my ass. I gasp in surprise and shock. You grasp my hair and force me to look in your eyes. SLAP!! You are staring at me intently, wanting to see my reaction. What you see in my eyes satisfies and excites you. The surprise and shock which I had initially felt have been 

replaced by a wild look of desire.

You spank me again and I groan. I begin to grind my cunt into your thigh making it wet with my juices. "Oh, you're such a good girl," you whisper, as you spank my ass again.

Next, I feel your two hands spanking both ass cheeks at the same time. You tease me, making me guess which cheek will be spanked next. This goes on for several minutes, and when you finally stop, we are both panting with excitement. When you reach down to feel my cunt you say, "Oh my god, you are so fucking wet."

You tell me to lie on the bed on my stomach. I feel you run your hands over my hot ass and you tell me how pink it has become. Gently, you kiss and rub it. Turning me over you spread my legs and admire my almost hairless cunt. I watch you as you lower your head and I moan, surprised to feel your tongue tasting my wetness. You hold my thighs as you begin to lick my cunt and I close my eyes with a sigh of pleasure, my fingers grasping your hair. My moans become louder when I feel your lips surrounding my clit and suck it. My hips are thrusting upward, wanting more. Your fingers gently caress my cunt lips before you slide them into my wetness, pushing them as far as they will go. You feel the barrier that soon your hard cock will be breaking down.

Your mouth moves away from my clit as you spread my cunt lips apart and plunge your tongue inside. Your fingers replace your tongue on my clit and you fuck my cunt with your tongue. You sense my orgasm beginning to build so you concentrate your efforts on my clit, using both your fingers and mouth. My breath is coming in short gasps, my eyes are tightly shut and my fingers are digging into your arms.

When you feel the first wave of my orgasm you say, "Open your eyes, look at me."

My eyes fly open and I am screaming. We stare at each other as I come. The wetness is gushing from my cunt and you lower your head to taste the flood of juices that is pouring from me. My body is jerking wildly and my screams of pleasure pierce the silent room. Finally, I fall back onto the bed, unable to move.

You lie down next to me and wrap your arms around my trembling, sweating body. I feel your lips on my hair, kissing me gently. With one hand you softly stroke my wet cunt and I am shaken with more spasms. You tell me how wonderful it was to watch me come. After letting me rest for a few minutes you roll on your back and pull me on top of you again. I can feel that your cock has softened a bit and you say, "Make my cock hard again. Suck my cock and make it hard."

I slide off of you and begin to suck your semi-hard cock. Once again, I am amazed at how much I love the way it feels in my mouth. You sigh as you feel my wet tongue stroking your cock, my lips tight around it. 

"Good girl. Go slow."

I do as you say. My hands are wrapped around your cock as my mouth glides slowly up and down. Your cock grows and I have to stretch my mouth open wider. You are sighing and moaning now. I tease the tip and rub it across the roof of my mouth. I am enjoying my lesson in giving you pleasure. The sounds you are making tell me I am doing well. When I move away for a moment to look at you, you grab my head and force it down on your cock again.

"Don't tease me! Suck my cock."

With great determination I succeed in getting your cock into my throat without gagging. Your cock swells within the tight confines of my throat.

"Oh yes, that's it," you moan.

Your hands move away from my head and reach for my puffy little nipples. As you pinch them you can hear my moans of pleasure around your cock.

"Lie on your back and put your head over the edge of the bed," you order.

I look at you questioningly, but do as you say as you remove your cock from my mouth. You stand over me and I am startled as you begin to fuck my throat. I feel myself start to gag as your cock goes in deeper, but you are holding my head tightly and I can not move. Finally, I am able to keep up with your thrusts and you let go of my head. You begin to roughly pinch my nipples and I feel the wetness from my cunt spread to my thighs.

"Where do you want my cock now?" you ask as you pull it from my mouth.

I just stare at you, not sure of what to say.

"Tell me what your reward should be for sucking my cock so well."

You reach down to my wet cunt and massage it lightly. "Do you want it in your cunt?"

My heart beats faster and I nod my head.

"Good girl," you say.

You pull me up and hold me close for a moment before you tell me to lie on the bed. Lying next to me you rain soft, gentle kisses all over my face. Finding my mouth you kiss me, your tongue against mine. While you suck on my tongue, your hand finds my cunt. When you feel how wet I am you groan against my mouth. You pull away and ask if I am ready for your cock. I nod, but you say, "Tell me."

"Yes, I am ready for your cock. Please fuck me."

You move over me and straddle my legs. Bending over you begin to kiss and bite my neck. My hands move to your soft hair, gently tugging on it. Your mouth moves from my neck to my breasts, sucking one hard puffy nipple, then the other. After giving each hard nipple one last bite you tell me to spread my legs. I am scared, but do as you tell me. I nervously look down at your throbbing cock, and seeing my fear, you gently caress me and tell me I must relax.

Looking in my eyes you take your cock in your hand and move it to the entrance of my cunt. You slide it up and down the wet lips and I tilt my hips upward. My legs spread wider as you slip the head of your cock inside my cunt. My heart is pounding so hard I am certain you can hear it. "Relax, little one," you whisper.

Your cock slides in another inch and I force myself to relax. Another inch and I begin to feel the pressure from your big, hard cock. I am breathing hard and I bite my lip.

"Ready?" you ask.

"Yes."

Quickly, you thrust your cock into my tight, virgin cunt. I let out a little shriek and clasp my legs tightly around your waist, preventing you from moving further. You coax me into relaxing my legs and, when you feel me loosen my grip you thrust all the way into my cunt. You can't believe how tight I am as you begin to fuck me slowly, refraining from slamming your cock into me as you would like to do. Your cock is enveloped by my tight wetness and you tell me how wonderful it feels.

The pain in my cunt begins to subside as I feel the pleasure of your hard cock thrusting into me. You tell me to look at you and our eyes lock together as you fuck me and I become aware of the intense pleasure that is coursing through my wet cunt. We both begin to breathe faster as your thrusting becomes more insistent. My hips rise to meet your cock. You ask me if I want more, if I want your cock deeper inside my cunt.

"Yes, yes, please," I gasp.

Now, you fuck me hard and I feel the entire length of your cock pounding into my tight cunt. My legs are wrapped around your waist trying to pull you even closer. I unconsciously flex my cunt muscles, gripping your cock even tighter. You know you can not hold back any longer. My tight, wet, grasping cunt has brought you to the edge and now you let yourself go. You pull your cock out of my cunt and pull me up, telling me to open my mouth.

"Suck me, suck my cock, taste my come," you roar.

I place my mouth over your pulsating cock and your come shoots into it. You tell me to swallow it and not waste a drop. I begin to suck you, swallowing every drop of your delicious come. You are groaning with pleasure as I continue to suck you. Finally, you are empty and collapse on the bed, but I want more and keep sucking your cock. Your body shakes each time I suck you and you are consumed with pleasure. Gently, you grab my hair and pull my mouth off your cock and pull me up so you can kiss me. You taste your come on my lips and my tongue. You look into my eyes and I know I have pleased you greatly. I sigh with contentment. You stroke my hair as we lie together and soon we fall asleep, spent and content.



The Best Birthday Ever



I awake, long before my alarm clock tells me it's time to rise, to relieve my bladder. Eyes shut, I make it to the toilet and pray I can fall back asleep. I finish, return to the bed, thankful for the darkness, and manage to fall back asleep.  So far, my day is going well.

Soon, though, the alarm clock confirms that 6:30am has arrived. As I always do, I hit the snooze button and return to lying on my back. My wife rises, makes her way to the bathroom to relieve herself. I hear her briefly fumbling around her sink and she returns to bed, snuggling close to me. Almost immediately, her hand reaches into my boxers and fishes out my soft penis. Her warm mouth envelops my penis and I am surprised – given the early hour – that her mouth is so wet. As she sucks me, my penis extends to its full seven inches – thick and circumcised. And now her mouth descends the full length of my cock, taking in the full length and then ascending all the way up to the now swollen cock head. Her mouth continues to massage my dick for a few minutes this way until it is hard, slick and primed.

"I love the way you suck my cock. You're so good at it." I tell her.

Now, she grips the wet shaft of my cock and begins to stroke it up and down as her mouth – increasing its suction – works just the head of my cock. Her skills are remarkable and the pleasure is euphoric. A few more minutes pass, with her hand and mouth combining to pump my cock. Soon, I erupt in pleasure.

"Oh I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your mouth! Are you going to swallow my cum?" I state.

My wife moans an affirmative and my cum begins to fill her mouth. Her mouth holds steady with the entire head inside her mouth, while her hand pumps my shaft vigorously, milking me of every drop of cum. It feels as though I've shot a voluminous load of cum into my wife's warm, wet mouth. My wife loves pleasing me and she moans loudly so I know she's enjoying it, too. The very last drop of warm, gooey semen slowly eases out of my cock slit and into my beautiful wife's mouth. I hold her head steady – my penis now too sensitive. My wife relaxes her grip, both hand and mouth, and swallows my cum. She returns her mouth to my penis and tenderly sucks up the last few drops.

"Happy Birthday!" she says to me, and pecks me on the lips. 

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Several hours have passed and I am in my office, tending to my work. Although my birthday today is a significant one – at least to some people – nobody at work knows and that is just fine with me. I'm not into birthdays. At 11 o'clock, I call my wife and tell her I want to pick her up and take her to lunch.

"What time will you be here?" she asks.

"In 30 minutes." I respond.

I arrive home and enter the house from the garage. Amazingly, my wife is ready though she is talking on her phone via a Bluetooth connection. Not surprisingly, she looks hot. Tight, white tank top made of silk, tucked into a black miniskirt. Her heels add a few inches to her naturally short height, extending the look of her legs. 

"Hey!" she says, greeting me. "I'm on the phone – just a few more minutes. Come here."

I approach my wife who is standing near the sofa. She turns her back to me, hikes her miniskirt over her hips and bends over the couch, nearly at a right angle. Little cotton panties – black, trimmed in hot pink with hot pink polka dots – barely cover her plump, voluptuous ass. She is still talking on the phone. From her side of the conversation, I gather she is talking to her friend, Jennifer, about nothing terribly important.

Instantly, my cock springs to life, hardening completely. I approach her, pull my pants and boxers down to my ankles, spit into my hand and lube my cock. My left hand pulls her sexy little panties aside while my right hand positions my erect penis at the opening of her labia. I push forward and my cock head enters her. I push my hips forward even more, slowly, and insert the full length of my hardened cock into her. She moans, somewhat loudly, but keeps the telephone conversation going. Her pussy is very wet, surprisingly so. She must have been thinking of this for awhile. Silence – we exchange no words. I pump her slowly, allowing her tight, wet pussy to conform to the presence of my penis. A few more slow pumps and I know – from experience – that she is ready. My left hand is still holding her little cotton panties aside and my right hand reaches around and underneath, fondling her nice tit through the silky tank top. She is not wearing a bra – a first for her – and the smooth silk covering her soft tit and erect nipple feels so good in my hand. My wife is holding nothing back today – she is wet, horny and bra-less for me. I begin to pump her furiously, my cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

"And then what did she say?" my wife asks Jennifer.

My wife is serving me another birthday present - her - for my sole, unmitigated pleasure. My mind bathes in the pleasure – my wife turning me as much mentally as much as physically. I want to pound her now. My left hand lets her panties go and I grab her tiny waist with both hands and slam my cock into her pussy.

"It's Mark's birthday today so he's taking me to lunch." my wife says to Jennifer.

Slam! Slam! Slam! I can't wait to fill my wife's tight little pussy with my cum. I can tell she's giving maximum effort not to make any noise that would indicate to her friend on the other end of the telephone that she is getting fucked hard and loving it.

"I know, I know." My wife responds to her friend. "I gave him a blow job this morning to start his day off right."

That does it. Hearing my wife tell her friend how that she gave me a blow job sends me over the edge. I pound harder as cum begins to erupt forth from my cock. For a moment, I debate whether to be silent or loud as I usually am. I can't decide and stutter in the process

"Unh! Unh! Oh god! So tight!" I blurt out, rather loudly.

I'm thrusting into her pussy as my hands hold her waist still to give me maximum force as I pump my wife as hard as possible. Soon, I can thrust no more and shove my cock as far up into her vagina as possible. I lean my torso against her back to hold her steady and, with both hands, forcefully grab and knead her soft tits decorated with stiff, pointy nipples. I hold her there to make sure she takes every drop of cum from me. 

"Oh, that was just Mark, sneezing." My wife said.

Apparently, Jennifer heard me.

I relax my body and enjoy the sensation of my wife's warm pussy, now feeling wet and loose from all the cum I spewed into her, and her soft full tits that I play with. My wife completes her conversation with Jennifer as my cock softens. I withdraw and pull up my pants. My wife fixes her panties so that they are in place, pulls her skirt down and smoothes it.

"Are you ready for lunch?" she asks me.

"I'm famished now. Are you ready?" I ask her.

"Yeah, do I need my purse?" she inquires.

"Not really. It's not like you're gonna pay." I reply.

"That's true. Let's go!" she says.

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Max's is a very popular, trendy uptown lunch spot. Pricey but good, it draws the old-money crowd at night, and well-dressed businessmen at lunch. Tables are close together and soft voices get drowned out.

We pull up and one valet opens the door for my wife while another opens mine. As I meet my wife and grab her hand to walk inside, I hear one valet comment to the other.

"Dude, that chick just flashed me the biggest crotch shot ever! I saw her panties!" 

My wife is pouring it on, now. As the hostess escorts us to our table, I can tell the men are admiring my sexy little wife.

We get our drinks, chat, peruse the menu and order our meal from the waitress. 

"Did you like that?" My wife asks me.

"Like what?" I ask.

"Fucking me like that. Having me be your little cum hole that you fill whenever your dick gets hard." My wife asks, her voice loud enough that, surely, the guys at the next table hear her.

"Of course I liked that! In fact, I love it."

"Well, it's a very special birthday treat. " She says.

Soon, my wife rises to go the bathroom. Minutes pass. She returns and, as she sits down in her chair, she drops on to the small table a ball of black cotton.

"What's that?" I ask.

"My panties." She replies. "See?" She asks as she unfurls them right there on the table. She reads my puzzled look. "You came so much they are just gooey and sticky and uncomfortable. I should have changed them at home before we left. I have no purse so put 'em in your pocket." She says matter-of-factly.

Needless to say, eyes and ears are trained on us, her, the table. I am blushing.

Before I can scoop them up, the waitress returns with our food. 

"Those are cute!" the waitress remarks, pointing at my wife's little, black cotton panties.

I apologize and grab the panties, stuffing them into my pants pocket. I am hard during the entire time we eat lunch. My wife is being so naughty, so bold. I concentrate hard to mentally talk down my erection before I stand up and walk through the crowded restaurant.

I hand the valet my ticket and I can tell the two young men are jockeying to see who gets to open the car door for my wife. I drive a two-door coupe that is very low to the ground. Very hard for a woman in a short skirt to enter and exit gracefully. The car pulls up and the lucky young man practically falls over himself to open my wife's door. I am watching him and he is positioned perfectly to see her pussy, with its full but neat bush, as she exaggeratedly spreads her legs to get in the car. I enter the driver's seat, knowing the valet is telling his buddy about the wonderful full view my wife just gave him. I begin the drive home to drop off my wife and return to work. A ten or fifteen minute driving through typically heavy traffic. My wife asks me to open the sunroof and roll down the windows. I oblige.

Then my wife reclines her seat back, stretches out her legs and pulls her skirt up. Her naked pussy and bush are on display, her cum-filled panties still in my pocket. I steer with the left hand and she grabs my right hand and thrusts it up her skirt.

"Feel me." She says. "My pussy is so wet."

Sure enough, I rub my fingers against her cunt. The labia have already unfolded some and she is soaked. I rub my fingers in her pussy juices and put them to my lips, tasting her nectar. I love the taste of my wife's pussy and never turn down opportunities to lick her, taste her. She knows I love her scent, her taste.

I return my fingers to her snatch and begin to rub her clit, spreading her nectar from her cunt to her little love nub. When I first rub her clit, my wife gasps in pleasure. I know she is turned on. I begin to rub her clit vigorously while I drive.

We pull to a stop at a red light. Cars next to us, cars behind us. They are her audience.

"Oh, Mark, my pussy is so wet. Oh, rub it faster!" She announces loudly. She wants to be seen, heard. 

Even if in a room just the two of us with no sound, fingering my wife's swollen clit would be enough to make me hard. But now, my typically reserved, private, conservative wife is acting completely against type and I find it exhilarating, highly erotic. My mind and cock love the show my wife is putting on for me. And the other drivers.

The light turns green and we proceed, my right hand still fingering her clit. Up and down, back and forth, side to side I rub. My wife is now slowly grinding her hips, biting her lips, rubbing and pinching her erect nipples through her shear silk tank top. The cars to our right and left are keeping perfect pace with mine, not wanting to miss out on the show.

"Stick your finger in my pussy!" She commands.

I oblige and shove my right middle finger in her wet snatch as far I can. With my index finger, I can ever so lightly rub her clit. I do and she loves it. She tells me to do it slowly, though. Again, another red light and our car comes to a rest. My wife does not.

"Oh yeah! Oh God, yeah! I'm gonna cum! Rub faster!" She screams. 

The car to our left – closest to her side – has their window down. Furiously, I'm rubbing her swollen clit.

"Oh yeah, both fingers now!" she commands.

I withdraw the middle finger I had buried in her tight cunt and use it with others to rub her clit with multiple fingers. My fingers are drenched in her nectar. They slip and slide around as I rub her clit.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah! Make me cum, rub my pussy!" My wife screams, literally. 

I think she likes putting on a show while getting to be anonymous, her face hidden from her audience. She is delirious with pleasure. Her hips are thrusting violently and she is pinching her nipples. This goes on for a dozen seconds or two. 

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moans as the orgasm wave crests.

She grabs my hand with hers and holds it still, don't move. She grinds her hips some more, though. A car horn brings us back to the present. Apparently, the light had turned green many seconds ago but I had forgot that I was driving a car. I begin to motor on.

"Oh god, Mark, that was good! I was so turned on. Were the other cars watching?" She asks.

"Yep! Great show. That was awesome!" I reply.

She adjusts her skirt and her seat so she is sitting up now. "Oh my, look at you!" she announces.

No surprise, my rock-hard dick is about to tear a hole through my pants.

"How much longer till home?" she asks.

"Five minutes." I reply.

She reaches into my pocket and retries her little black cotton panties with the hot pink trim and polka dots. She unzips my fly and retries my fully erect cock, all seven inches standing at attention. She strategically places her little cotton panties around the shaft and head of my cock and begins to jerk me. I feel just a bit of dampness in her panties from when my cum oozed from her cunt and into the cotton crotch. I struggle to pay attention to the road as I pilot my car, my wife now jerking off my panty-encased cock. I'm too turned on to last long. Soon I begin to cum and tell her.

"You're making me cum." I say.

"Oooohhhhh!" She coos. "You're so turned on. Cum for me. Cum in my little black panties!" She says to me.

She's jerking me furiously. Both hands gripping the steering wheel, knuckles white, I try to concentrate on the road as I can feel my cum fill her panties. I want to faint from the euphoria. When my cock stops twitching and spewing my warm gooey semen, she carefully gathers the panties, dabs at the head of my cock and throws them in the back seat. We arrive at the house and she puts my semi-soft cock back in its place and zips me up. A long, passionate kiss, another birthday wish and she exits the car. I return to work, relieved, satisfied, drained.

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It's now 4 o'clock and I'm at the office, trying to make this birthday Friday a somewhat productive day. Not having much success, though. I receive a text message from my wife. Check your email.

I go to my personal email account and see a message from her.

What time will you be home tonight?

I send a reply email and inform her I'll be home by 6pm. Immediately, another email from my wife arrives. 

Text or call when you leave office. 

Check out attached picture, you'll love the panties I'm wearing.

I locate the attachment. I double-click the jpeg file and it opens. There, before my eyes, is a picture of my wife in a little school-girl outfit: white, sheer blouse cropped at the midriff; short, red, plaid skirt; long white socks and black shoes. Her long dark hair pulled back in a pony tail. My heart skips a beat and I draw in a long breath. Many of years of marriage and I she's about to make my fantasy come true. I'm staring at the picture of my wife, the sexy little school girl. How the hell am I going to get through another 90 minutes of work? 

Somehow I manage to pass the 90 minutes. I text my wife, as requested, and race home. Adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I enter the living room from the garage. My "In the Mood" iTunes playlist is playing softly on the stereo, Marvin Gaye cooing seductively from the speakers. A glass of red wine on the end table, beneath it a note telling me to sit right here and get comfortable. I remove my tie, my shoes and socks, sit down and take a long slow sip of the wine. Marvin continues to croon a few more minutes and I wonder where my wife is as I continue to sip my wine. The music changes to Prince and, on cue, my wife enters the room. Stunningly sexy in her school girl outfit, my jaw drops. She puts her finger to her lips, motioning me to be quiet.

She begins to dance for me, seductively. My wife has the skills and the body to be a stripper but she's not that type of girl. Except for me. For tonight. She dances, she teases, she tortures me. She grinds her thick, voluptuous ass in my crotch. She's grinding, bouncing, her hands on the couch supporting her. I reach around and grab her breasts, squeezing them firmly. She stands up and, in perfect timing to the song, slowly draws up the red plaid skirt. A silk pair of white ruffled panties clings to her ass and hips. I haven't seen these since our wedding night. My blood is boiling and my cock wants to explode. 

She bends over with her ass now a foot or so from my face and pulls her panties aside, exposing her plump labia, lightly covered with dark pubic hair. I push my face forward, wanting to taste her and smell her. She pulls away, she's teasing me, teasing herself. She stands, turns around and raises her skirt again as her body bumps and grinds along with Prince. She exposes the front of her panties to me. They are so low that her dark pubic hair peeks above the elastic edge of her silky white panties.

"Touch me." My wife commands me, and pulls her panties aside. I reach out and rub her slit. Dripping wet, she is very turned on. I rub her pussy, moving the slickness of her nectar from her vagina up to her clit. She gasps,moans.

"Now pull your cock out and show me how hard you are." She tells me. 

With my free hand, I unzip my pants and remove from my boxers seven inches of rock-hard penis. I lightly stroke my own shaft as I finger fuck my wife. She is still swaying, grinding her hips. She pushes me back against the couch and mounts me, quickly her pussy envelops my cock. I unbutton her top and get access to her silky white bra with its clasp in front. I undo the clasp and free her soft, C-cup tits. I take her erect nipples in my mouth and tug on them with my lips. She loves this. She begins to ride me. All the way up the shaft, until my cock head is parting her labia. And then all the way back down so that my cock is pressing against her cervix. She is fucking me slowly for her own pleasure.

She takes my ear in her mouth and sticks her tongue in forcefully (she knows I love this). She whispers to me.

"Tonight I going to let you fuck my virgin ass." She informs me.

I freeze in shock. I have been with my wife for a very long time (we're now counting decades and not years) and anal sex was always, unequivocally off the menu. She had no interest, thought it dirty, didn't like pain or discomfort. But tonight, given the specialness of my birthday, she was going to give me something I had wanted for years but knew I wasn't getting. I love my wife's ass. It's truly Kim Kardashian-esque. I'm obsessed with it. And tonight, she's going to let me stick my dick in her ass and fuck it.

"Are you serious?" I ask her in disbelief.

"Yes, just let me lead and go slow." She replies.

She continues to ride me slowly, getting herself close to orgasm. I know the drill. She needs to get as close as possible to cumming without actually cumming. This heightens her mental state of arousal, makes her more horny, willing.




The Best Birthday Ever



"I'm so close. Are you ready?" she whispers so seductively in my ear.

"Of course." I reply. If it were physically possible, I'd explode.

My wife dismounts and discards all articles of clothing except her panties. She knows I love them. Standing, she turns around so her back is to me and her legs are between mine as I'm sitting on the couch. Bracing herself with her arms on my legs, she lowers her ass to my crotch, reaches under with her hand and grabs my cock wet and slick from her pussy nectar. Carefully and slowly, she places the head of my cock at her anus and lowers herself, pushing.

My cock head breaches her anus and she takes a deep breath. A long pause. She begins to move slowly, taking just the cock head in and out of her ass. Her breathing gets heavier and I can tell she is working through the pressure.

"Are you OK?" I ask her.

"I'm OK. It's not pain, just pressure." She replies.

She continues to ride me, just the head of my cock. The view is incredible. Her gorgeous, plump ass, decorated by this sexy pair of silky white, frilly panties, is slowly moving up and down on my dick head. A minute or two and she now begins to take in more and more of my hard-on. 

"Squeeze my tits and my nipples!" She instructs me. 

I wet my fingers and use them to roll her already-stiff nipples between the tips of my thumb and index fingers. Her left hand reaches around to her crotch and, although I can't see it, I know she is rubbing her clit while ass-fucking my cock. Soon, my entire seven inches of dick is disappearing in her rectum and she slowly gathers more speed.

"Do you like fucking my ass? Is it so tight and hot?" She asks me.

"It's is so tight and hot, Lynn. I love your ass, I love fucking it. Do you like it?" I reply.

"I do like it, it's not bad like I thought it would be. Are you going to fill my ass with cum? Lynn asks me.

"Yes, soon. Don't stop fucking me with your tight, sexy ass." I tell her.

"I won't." She replies.

She is bouncing, rubbing vigorously. The sight of my dick going in and out of her panty-clad, voluptuous ass is amazing. She is moaning, our breathing is rapid. I feel my balls well up with sperm, ready to erupt and fill my wife's tight ass. 

"I'm going to cum in your ass. Don't stop fucking my dick!" I command her.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Fuck my ass, fill it with your cum. " She replies.

And then it starts. I grab her hips as cum begins to spew out from my cock and fill her tight rectum.

"Oh god, I'm cumming, Lynn. I'm cumming in your ass!" I blurt out.

"I'm gonna cum, too! Don't stop." She says, her left hand feverishly working her clit. 

"Your ass is so tight. I'm gonna fill it with cum. Oh god, so good!" I say.

What feels like buckets of my warm, gooey semen shoot from my cock as my sexy wife bounces up and down in my lap, her warm, tight asshole gripping my cock as it fills her. I bite my lip to push through so my wife can finish cumming.

"Oh god, I'm cumming, I'm cumming with your dick in my ass! Oh, fuck me, Mark! Fuck my ass! She shouts. "I can feel your cum in my ass, so warm!"

She continues riding me, her long hair bouncing and swaying. I'm no longer just grabbing her hips, I'm helping her body move up and down so she continue sawing at her clit with her left hand, her right hand is tugging hard on her soft tit, pulling on the nipple.

"Oh my god, that's so intense. Oh stop, no more!" she says.

We cease the bouncing and now she's just grinding her clit against my balls as my cock fills her ass. We finish, spent. We hold this position and she begins to dismount.

"Wait, I wanna watch." I tell her.

My wife stands up with her back to me and pulls her sexy, silky white panties off, over her black high heels. She then turns around and sits on the floor, her legs spread wide open with her dark,hairy pussy looking right at me. She leans back on her arms and arches her back.

"Do you see it? Do you see your cum seeping out my ass?" She asks me.

"I do." I reply.

Pearly, gooey cum does begin to slow seep from her anus, which is red and stretched open. More cum begins to exit her rectum and I'm amazed at how much semen I have just spewed into her tight, virgin ass. When she felt like most of the cum had oozed from her ass, she wiped it up with her panties. I then pull her to me and we kissed, long, passionate, intense.

"Happy Birthday – again!" She tells me. "Was that everything you wanted? Did I fulfill your naughty wife sex fantasy?" She asks me with a big smile.

My wife is so hot, so sexy, so beautiful and – when she wants to be – so naughty and seductive.

"Yes, it was all those things. It was mind-blowing. And if I never get any of that again, I only wished I had recorded it. It was amazing. You outdid yourself, you surprised and shocked me, all day long. You were anything but predictable." I tell her.

"I wouldn't say that you'll never get that again." She responds, teasing me with what might happen.

"Really?" I ask, incredulous at the possible open back door.

"I might. We'll see. I need to keep you guessing." She replies. A very typical response from my wife.

We clean up and shower together. We caress each other's bodies, we kiss passionately. I wash her body as if praying to a statue, admiring her curvy, womanly figure: her thick long dark hair; the nice soft tits on her small torso; the tiny waist and hourglass figure; the full womanly bush in front, her thick full ass with perfectly round cheeks in back. My mind is ready for round five but the body is certainly not. At my new age, I should be both proud and shocked that I could cum four times in 12 hours, each time just as explosive as the first.

It truly was a very happy birthday and the best present EVER. 



The Best Birthday Ever



Where have the years gone? Paul sat in the back yard in the shade of the 100 year old magnolia tree. He sipped from his glass of Jack Daniels old no. 7 while watching his grandson Nick play fetch with his golden retriever, Buck. 

His thoughts drifted back over the years to the night he met Bettie, his wife of 32 years.

It was the summer of 1960, just prior to starting their junior year of high school. They were only sixteen years old with a lifetime ahead of them.

Paul was having a smoke on the deck outside the building where the church youth group was having a weekend retreat. They did this every year to plan for the coming years activities.

Suddenly there was a gentle tug on his sleeve. He turned to find himself looking into two beautiful dark brown eyes which peered at him from the cutest face he had ever seen. The little pixie attached to all that loveliness spoke saying "will you dance with me?"

Most people don't honestly believe in love at first sight but it happened to Paul that night. Before Bettie even spoke those words he was hooked. He said "sure", flipped his cigarette away, took her tiny hand in his and they walked into the hall.

She was wearing a white cotton crew neck sweater and a dark brown pleated skirt. The combination outlined her hour glass figure and highlighted her perfect breasts.

She flowed into his arms pressing those soft, firm breasts against his chest. She was so light on her feet it was like dancing with a cloud. They were cheek to cheek and the light hint of her perfume filled his nostrils.

They danced to several songs, the first being "Wonderland by Night," before going outside to rest and share a smoke. Everyone smoked in those days. 

She told him her name was Bettie and he learned that she lived not far from him with her aunt, uncle and little brother. Her aunt and uncle had taken them in after her parents died in a terrible car accident. 

She also told him she was "going steady" with some guy named Mike. Even though Paul too was in a relationship he knew that it was over and that Mike could consider himself single again. 

They spent the rest of the evening dancing, sipping cold soft drinks, smoking and chatting. He knew and he was sure Bettie did as well that they would soon be together.

They both slept fitfully that night. They were anxious for the morning so they could spend time together again. After breakfast they worked on projects for the group until noon then headed for home.

The next day Paul broke it off with his "Steady."

He located Bettie at a dance the following weekend and found that she had done the same with Mike.

From that moment on they were a couple, joined at the hip for the rest of their high school years. When anyone spoke of them it was always Paul and Bettie or Bettie and Paul never just one or the other. Both being from families of strict religious background, they refrained from any sexual activity prior to marriage.

Two weeks after graduation they were married in a small ceremony with family and close friends.

During the first year of marriage they both worked for a large manufacturing company that produced radio equipment for the military. For financial reasons they lived with his parents who didn't mind at all since they loved Bettie. She represented the daughter they never had.

Elvis was King, the Viet Nam war was in full swing and protesting of the war ran rampant on almost every college campus. Fortunately, working at the factory provided Paul with an exemption from the draft.

Although they never requested it, Paul and Bettie paid his parents a small room and board while scrimping and saving every other cent in anticipation of soon buying a place of their own. 

They both felt that renting was a waste of money. At the end of thirty years they would have bought a house for their land lord and have nothing to show for their money but rent receipts.

By the end of the year they had saved enough money for a down payment and closing costs to purchase a duplex. They lived in one side and had long term tenants in the other side paying enough rent to cover the mortgage. Paul and Bettie were left with only utilities, taxes, insurance and food expenses.

They continued their frugal ways and two years later were able to purchase a small three bedroom, one and a half bath home. 

The house came with two acres of land with woods all around which afforded them almost total privacy. Their nearest neighbor was a half mile away.

Ten months later to their delight their son Frank arrived. He was a healthy 8 pound, curly haired hunger machine.

For the next five years they worked, played, continued investing in real estate, enjoying life and raising their son. Grandma, being retired, insisted on babysitting so Bettie could continue to work part time.

Bettie never lost her petite, hour glass figure even after giving birth. She stood five feet four inches tall and weighed between ninety-five and one-hundred pounds depending on the season and time of the month. She had long, dark brown hair generally worn in a pony tail and perky "B" cup breasts. Wherever she went wearing a tight sweater and jeans, she made heads turn. 

Paul never tired of looking at her whether dressed or naked. She even had a strip tease routine she did for him some times while getting ready for bed.

Paul stood five feet eight inches tall and weighed one hundred sixty pounds. He had played football in high school and after graduation his job at the factory loading trucks kept him in great shape. His dark brown hair almost matched Bettie's. Everyone who knew them thought they made a beautiful couple.

Bettie's cousin, Tara, was about the same size as Bettie. The two of them had been more like sisters than cousins all their lives. They were very close and shared everything. Tara had long black hair, blue eyes and "A" cup breasts.

Paul liked Tara and teased her unmercifully when she was visiting. It did frustrate him at times when the two of them would be off to themselves whispering and giggling like school girls.

Tara had a boyfriend named Sam she had been dating for a while. The four of them spent many weekends together at one or the other of their homes. They even took one beach vacation together.

Paul thought Tara was very attractive and even though he and Bettie had a great sex life, he sometimes fantasized about her. Tara sensed his interest and didn't hesitate to tease him. When they were at the beach on vacation, she taunted him by parading around in the skimpiest bikini she owned. Once, she "accidentally" had her top pulled off by a large wave when she was standing right in front of him.

Paul and Bettie were not averse to trying new things to keep their sex life interesting. They had made love in strange places and had a small collection of toys. They also enjoyed roll playing. 

Paul was a very attentive lover and always tried to see to Bettie's needs ahead of his own. Bettie knew that one of his fantasies, like most men, was to have a FMF threesome. He never pushed it and she had never said completely rejected the idea.

Paul's twenty-fifth birthday was nearing and Bettie kept hinting that she had a very big surprise present for him. 

When the day arrived, his parents and Tara, who had kicked Sam to the curb three months ago, were there to help celebrate. 

Bettie had planned for Paul's favorite meal. He loved having a shrimp cocktail as an appetizer, porterhouse steak for a main course, baked potato and spinach salad as sides and lemon chess pie for dessert.

It was a hot summer day but there was a light breeze which made it seem cooler and kept the pesky gnats at bay. 

Everyone sat in comfortable lawn chairs and sipped mint juleps under the large old magnolia tree chatting about work, sports and Frank among other things.

While waiting for the charcoal to get hot, Paul's dad opened a bottle of white wine and Bettie brought out the shrimp along with Paul's special cocktail sauce. He had added enough horseradish to make it a light pink and give it a little extra bite. It only took a few minutes for the shrimp to disappear along with the wine.

Seeing the charcoal had turned grey, Paul donned his chef's hat and apron, spread the coals and put the wire rack in place. While he grilled the steaks to everyone's specified taste, Bettie and Tara prepared the salad and unwrapped the potatoes which had been baking for almost an hour.

Paul's dad popped the cork on a chilled bottle of red wine and everyone sat down to a fantastic meal. 

Gentle conversation continued during dinner and for a good while thereafter. 

Bettie, Paul's mom and Tara cleared the table while Paul and his dad chatted over a glass of Jack.

Bettie brought out the pie with two large candles shaped as a 2 and a 5 in the center. A nice rendition of "Happy Birthday" was sung then Paul made his wish and blew out the candles.

Next came presents. His parents had bought him a new windowed humidor for his cigars. Tara presented him with a three flame torch lighter which had a punch cutter attached. Bettie, grinning from ear to ear, handed him a box of his favorite, expensive but rarely purchased cigars.

He thanked them all for such wonderful unexpected gifts. He opened another bottle of wine and everyone sipped and relaxed while allowing their dinner to digest.

His parents had agreed to keep Frank over night to give Paul and Bettie the evening to celebrate. Nearing eight PM they gathered Frank and his overnight bag including his beloved Teddy Bear. Good night hugs and kisses were shared after which they packed up the car and headed home.

Paul opened another bottle of wine while Bettie and Tara prepared a platter of cheese cubes and crackers. They kicked back in the lanai to relax. Paul pierced the cap, toasted the tuck and lit one of his birthday cigars to enjoy with the wine.

The three of them chatted about Tara's recent break up and were told that Sam had become far too controlling. The last straw came about three months ago when he insisted on picking out an outfit for Tara to wear to a party they were attending. She told him to go fuck himself, kicked him out and hadn't dated since.

They finished the bottle of wine about the same time Paul finished his cigar. Everyone agreed that Tara shouldn't drive and should spend the night. Bettie suggested Paul go shower while she and Tara finished cleaning up.

He was lightheaded and agreed to her suggestion. He went upstairs, stripped off his clothes and tossed them into the hamper. After brushing his teeth and shaving, he adjusted the water temperature, climbed into the tub and flipped the handle to shower.

He had just soaped his hair when he heard the shower curtain open and felt what he believed to be Bettie pressing her tight little ass against his flaccid cock. Then he felt soft breasts with hardened nipples pressing against his back.

Shocked, he thought "what the fuck" and his eyes popped open only to be inundated with shampoo. He looked up into the shower spray, rinsed the soap away and looked down finding not Bettie but Tara there in front of him. Her smile was electrifying. She had turned around and was holding his half erect cock in one hand and his balls in the other.

At that point, Bettie whispered in his ear, "Happy Birthday darling."

The next thing he knew, his body was being gently bathed from top to bottom by four soft, soapy hands. Those hands spent far more time than was necessary on his private area causing his cock to present itself in its most ready state. He wasn't complaining mind you. Bettie even slipped a soapy finger in his ass as if giving him a prostate exam. When she did that his cock flinched in Tara's hand causing her to giggle.

When the girls finished bathing Paul he began reciprocating by bathing first Bettie then Tara. Of course he spent most of his time seeing to it that their breasts and pussys were as clean as they had made his cock and balls.

He noticed Tara's clit felt larger than Bettie's but gave it little thought. When there was agreement as to their bodies being sanitized they used the flexible hose shower nozzle to rinse each other of all traces of soap.

Paul turned off the water, pulled back the curtain and they took turns drying each other with the soft, fluffy towels Bettie had brought to the party.

Bettie led the way to the bedroom followed by Tara. Paul had a great opportunity to compare their cute little asses as they jiggled up and down. Breasts bounced and Paul's cock and balls swayed back and forth.

The bedspread and top sheet had already been folded back so as to be out of the way. The three of them crawled onto the queen size bed with Paul on his back in the middle, Bettie on one side and Tara on the other.

There he was, sandwiched between two beautiful naked women. He thought to himself then whispered out loud, "Life doesn't get any better than this."

Bettie whispered back, "You want to bet?"

They curled up next to him. He put an arm around each of them and gathered a firm, soft, warm breast in each hand. Each woman draped a thigh across each of his. One dainty hand held his jewels and another gently stroked his manhood. 

He spent the next five minutes kissing first Bettie then Tara while tweaking hardening little nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. His cock was so hard it was almost painful. He desperately needed to soak it in a nice warm, wet pussy.

Tara moved into a position which allowed her access to the copious droplet of pre-cum she had caused to accumulate at the tip of his cock. She licked the salty, sweet mixture into her mouth then engulfed the head. She swirled her tongue around it and bobbed her head slowly. 

Paul moaned in ecstasy and tried not to pump into her face. She stroked the lower half of his cock with one hand and gently massaged his balls with the other.

When she sensed he was close she released him. He asked, "Why did you stop?"

She said, "We don't want this thing going off half cocked now do we?"

She crawled until her hips were above his then flexed them in such a way as to cause her sopping pussy to glide up and down the underside of his straining cock. 

He looked at Bettie who was watching the action and gently fingering her clit. She smiled and gave him a go ahead nod.

He and Tara kissed passionately allowing their tongues to play with each other. Paul kept attempting to maneuver his cock into position to penetrate her cunt but she was having none of it. She began dragging her body up his pausing just long enough for him to suckle each breast.

Her breasts were small enough that he could almost get each entire breast into his mouth. His attention brought soft high pitched moans from Tara.

Although what he was doing felt wonderful, she pulled away and continued up his chest, climbing the headboard until her pussy was positioned right above his face.

Her curly black pubic hair made a little triangle above her gash but the lips were shaved bare. The musky aroma of the copious juices flowing across her gash sent sparks through Paul's brain. 

He licked and sucked on the outer lips then the sharper edged inner ones. Her opening begged for attention so he used his tongue to penetrate it. She tasted as good as she smelled. As he licked and sucked, Tara made sounds of joy so he had to assume he was giving her what she wanted.

He felt a warm sensation at the tip of his cock and realized Bettie was licking away the new pool of sweet, salty pre-cum that had accumulated there. 

Her mouth engulfed half his length like a warm, wet glove. At the same time, she cupped his balls and gently rolled them in her palm.

He returned his concentration as best he could to the pussy in front of him. When he opened the lips he found a pink clitoris the size and shape of a two inch cock peaking from under its hood. It even had a tiny little helmet. Paul surrounded it with his lips, wrapped his tongue around it and sucked it like a tiny dick. 

He lubricated his thumb and middle finger with her juices then pushed his thumb into her vagina and his finger into her ass. By now, Tara was panting like a marathon runner.

After only a few moments, Tara's body began to tense and her pussy oscillated back and forth across Paul's face. She was making unintelligible sounds from deep inside her chest. Her orgasm continued for at least a minute and a half sending electrifying pulses of pleasure surging through her.

As her climax peaked, her thighs clamped tightly against the sides of Paul's head. They were so tight he thought his ear drums would pop. 

Finally her body began to relax and exhausted, she slid onto his chest and covered his face with thank you kisses.

Bettie released his cock from her lips and pulled Tara's ass towards it. When Tara's opening reached the tip, Bettie dragged its helmet up and down her gash several times to lubricate it before pushing it in. Tara rocked back and forth, impaling herself a little more with each revolution.

Paul's cock isn't big, just six inches long but it is rather thick. At the moment when Tara said "God you are big" he felt like a porn star. 

She was tight, maybe from not having had sex for three months. He felt as if his cock was being pulled into a warm, velvety sucking machine. She rocked back and forth, dragging her clit across his hair and pubic bone.

He leaned forward and sucked on her puffy aureolas and nipples while holding onto her firm ass cheeks.

They fucked slowly for a time then gradually increased the tempo. Before long, that same unintelligible sound erupted from deep in her chest. Her body began to tremble and he felt goose bumps forming all over her butt. Her second orgasm of the evening was in full force.

Bettie gently massaged Paul's balls. She rolled them in her hand triggering that burning sensation at the base of his cock indicating an eminent eruption. 

His cock pulsed strongly then exploded shooting rope after rope of hot, creamy man juice deep into Tara's vagina. The sensation of his hot semen sent her into a third orgasm.

When their climaxes subsided she collapsed onto his chest like a well worn rag doll. He held her in his arms, kissed her forehead and gently caressed her cheek while waiting for her breathing and heart rate to return to normal.

Finally she raised her head, looked into his eyes and kissed him. She said "thank you, I really needed that" and rolled over onto her back beside him.

He said, "I should be thanking you."

Bettie poked him in the ribs and asked "are you enjoying your special birthday present?"

With a gigantic grin on his face he said "you bet I am" and pulled her to him for a loving kiss. Their tongues danced and she could taste Tara's juices. Unbeknown to Paul, it wasn't the first time but that is another story.

He rolled on top of her and moved into position to perform his magic on her breasts. His lips and tongue found first her right nipple then her left. He gave each his undivided attention just the way he knew she liked it. 

When she had reached the point that her nipples were rock hard she pressed gently on his shoulders. Experience had taught him that she was requesting he move to her pussy.

He kissed his way down her abdomen, across her fur and down the inside of her left thigh. Licking, kissing and sucking, he worked his way to her knee then up the inside of her right thigh. Her clit tingled in anticipation and she spread her legs wide affording him ample access to her lady parts.

His tongue lapped at her outer lips then the space between them and the inner ones. Her scent was electrifying. He pierced her opening with his tongue to enjoy the sweet nectar he knew would be waiting there.

Unlike Tara's, Bettie's clit was only a half inch long. It peeked out from under its protective hood like a little pink pearl begging for attention. He lapped at it like a thirsty dog causing her to whine, moan and shift her pussy back and forth across his mouth.




The Best Birthday Ever



He wet his thumb and middle finger with her juices. Just as he had done with Tara, he slipped his thumb into Bettie's velvety hole and his middle finger into her ass. At the same time, he used his free hand to fondle her right breast.

Her body tensed and she spoke something that sounded like "Oh my God don't stop, please don't stop." Her back arched raising her ass off the bed. She was balanced on her heals and shoulders. Her trembling lasted a full minute before she collapsed.

He kissed and licked his way back up her body pausing momentarily to once again enjoy her breasts. They kissed passionately allowing her to taste her own juices on his lips and tongue.

Her soft, curly pubic hair tickled the head of his cock making it involuntarily twitch. Feeling that, her eyes popped open, a grin crossed her face and she wiggled her pussy to stimulate him even more.

She gently pushed him off of her then rolled over, positioning herself on her shoulders and knees which had her beautiful ass in the air. 

Paul knew exactly what she wanted. Her favorite position was "doggie" and she was ready.

He crawled up behind her and Tara slid next to them. His cock had fully recovered and was rock hard again. He pressed the head against Bettie's hot, wet opening then pushed forward as she rocked back. They pumped against each other until at last he was balls deep inside her.

Paul held onto Bettie's hips and pushed and pulled on them while forcing his cock in and out of her wonderfully hot love tunnel. Her vaginal muscles squeezed around his swollen man meat and she squealed with delight.

Tara reached beneath them to fondle his balls with one hand and Bettie's clit with the other. Just as Paul slid a middle finger into Bettie's ass Tara slid one of hers into him. 

With his balls being massaged, Tara's finger pressing against his prostate and Bettie's pussy squeezing his swollen pole he couldn't hold back.

Bettie felt him expand and then the sensation of his hot man juice filling her. Tara increased the pressure and tempo of her fingers on Bettie's clit sending her over the edge as well.

As the surge of endorphins rushing through their veins metabolized, their breathing and heart rates gradually returned to normal. 

They slumped to the mattress and rolled onto their backs. 

Paul wrapped an arm around each of the beautiful naked ladies, hugging them to his chest. He turned to Bettie and asked "how on earth did you come up with this?"

She said "Well, Tara hadn't been fucked in three months. She was horny and in desperate need. So, I thought why not take care of her need and satisfy your fantasy at the same time. Were you surprised?"

He said "Oh my God yes. When I felt you against my back in the shower and realized Tara was in front of me my heart almost stopped."

Tara gave his cock a gentle squeeze and said "I'm glad you enjoyed it and thank you for giving me what I so desperately needed. Bettie is very lucky to have a husband with such a talented tongue."

Bettie said "hey girl, I'm glad you enjoyed it but this is a onetime deal."

At the exact same time, Paul and Tara said "Oh no."

They all laughed and Paul said "that's all right, this has been the best birthday ever."

He opened his eyes to see Bettie standing beside him with a fresh glass of Jack. She asked "what were you day dreaming about?"

He smiled up at her and admitted he had been reminiscing about his 25th birthday.

Bettie said "well you know your big 50 is coming next month. I have been trying to think of some way to top what I did for your 25th. It wouldn't surprise me if Tara is up for a repeat performance."

Paul said "What have you dreamed up this time?" 

Bettie gave him a devilish grin and said "let's just wait and see."



The Best Birthday Present Ever



Chapter 1 – Moving-in day

The move to Philadelphia had gone well. All the furniture was in, and in place. The new house was going to be a wonderful place to bring up the family – a large eight-roomed colonial with roughly two acres of land which, while not secluded, offered a lot of privacy. It had an oversized two-car garage attached, with a sundeck on top, which was accessed through a doorway off the master bedroom, which had its own bathroom. On the opposite side of the bedroom was a large walk-in closet that served as the main closet for Joan and me.

The boys were already around next-door, being looked after by one of our friendly new neighbours, who had two kids of a similar age. There had been a stream of callers all day – some just our new neighbours, calling to get acquainted, and one or two tradesmen, who had spotted the removal van, and were getting their feet in the door, ahead of the opposition.

Joan was dealing with one of them, now – a tall young dark guy, whose laundry truck was parked just a few yards away from the high-sided removal van.

The three moving guys were straightening out the back of their vehicle before they set off back on the long journey to New York state, and I was coming round the side of the van, to say 'goodbye' and to give them each a few bucks, as extra thanks for their efforts. They had done a real good job, and built up a great rapport with Joan, my wife, and Ben and Luke, our young sons.

They were talking as they moved things around and I was just reaching the rear of the vehicle when I heard Ray, the oldest one, say – "She's got the peachiest ass I've seen all year. I tell you, when I get home tonight, Shirley's gonna get some unscheduled fucking, but it's gonna be Joan's tits and sexy butt I'll be thinking about!"

My pace slowed, and I stopped. I turned round. It would just be embarrassing if I walked in on them, now, with them discussing my wife, in that way. Anyway, I was having second thoughts about tipping them, now – talking about my wife like that!

"She's really something else," Ray was going on. "I guess she's Italian, or something like that – really hot-blooded. That long black hair and dark smouldering eyes – and what a body!"

"You know how I'd like to do her?" That was Mike – a tall, rangy 30-year-old with long blonde straggly hair. I stopped again, a strange excitement building up in me. My mouth was drying, and my heart was beating irregularly.

"Up against a wall," Mike went on. "My hands round these ass-cheeks, her legs clamped round my waist, and my dick sunk real deep inside her until she squealed for mercy!"

"Nah," responded Ray. "I'd want her bent over, so I could get my hands round those big luscious tits while I shafted her from behind. She'd be even better than that one in Wichita!"

"Wichita?" The question came from Louie, the youngest one, a thin wiry guy barely out of his teens. Ray laughed.

"Ah, that was before your time, Lou. A big redhead – about thirty-five or so. We was just leaving and she came into the van to thank us. Mike chanced his luck and asked for a kiss and she said OK. Well, she really gave him a big one and while she was kissing him, Charlie felt up her ass and she didn't object and – well, one thing led to another and she ended up naked, gettin' screwed by all four of us, on the big tarpaulin. Man, that was some job – and she gave us each twenty bucks before we went!"

"Wow!" exclaimed Louie. "D'ya reckon Joan would...?"

"Nah!" laughed Ray. "She ain't the type. She doesn't even know how sexy she is. She's an all-American apple-pie wife and mom – husband gives her a regulation fuck every Saturday night or Sunday morning and, unless some other guy gets to her, to remind her what it's all about, she'll just join the PTA and the country club – and just get old and forget!"

"What a tragedy," said Mike, despondently. "Look at her now, with that laundry guy. He can't keep his eyes off her cleavage – and she's got no idea! I can see his boner from here!"

"Naw, you can't!" laughed Ray.

"Well, no," confessed Mike, "but five'll get you ten he's got one!"

"Yeah," replied Ray. "Reckon you're right. Anyways, time we stopped dreamin' and got out of here. Any sign of the husband yet? I think we should be good for fifty each, just for not screwing his wife!"

I heard the sounds of stuff being moved around and I crept back along the side of the truck, to the front. I looked up the driveway. Joan was still talking to the laundry man. She was looking up at him, and laughing, her hand resting on his bare arm. He was smiling down at her, and I was certain his eyes were taking in the deep valley between her breasts, revealed by the front of her blouse falling forward as she leaned forward to touch his arm.

Then she squeezed his arm, turned and walked back to the house. He, and I, watched as her shapely firm butt swayed from side to side in the loose shorts she wore. Her legs were bare, slim and nicely tanned.

After more than ten years of marriage, having seen your wife through two pregnancies, and all the other ups and downs of domestic life, you do begin to lose the ability to look objectively at your sexual partner and, watching Joan, now, along with the laundry guy – and, probably, the moving guys, as well – I realised that, by any standards, she was one very sexy woman.

Joan is of Greek – not Italian – extraction, but, otherwise, Ray was pretty well right on the button. I had taken her cherry two years before we got married and we had about four years of incredible sex before her first pregnancy. Well, I didn't actually 'take her cherry' – she said she had lost it through cycling – but she insisted I was the first guy she let fuck her, and I had no reason to disbelieve her. But, until she got pregnant, she really made up for lost time and, in those four years, we did everything sexual that a man and a woman can do to each other – almost.

Every part of me explored every part of Joan – and vice versa - apart from one. After a couple of years, I began to wonder what it would be like to slide my rod between Joan's gorgeous ass cheeks into her tight anal orifice, but, despite her Aegean origins, she steadfastly refused, even at the absolute height of passion. This was a disappointment to me, but her tight cunt, surrounded with its forest of black hair, was always available to my fingers, mouth or cock, and she never failed to bring me to a mind-blowing climax, so I was more than content. 

She was also an absolute artist with her luscious mouth and quickly picked up the art of giving me the most incredible blowjobs until I was nearly cross-eyed with ecstasy!

She had two pregnancies in quick succession and, inevitably, I suppose, we began to have other priorities. Her body quickly regained its shape – with the added bonus that her breasts became even larger, her nipples darkening and lengthening, but our sexual encounters became less frequent. I was working very hard and Joan had two young boys to cope with all day and – as Ray had correctly guessed – sex now took place only at weekends and, these days, I realised as I thought about it, not even every weekend …

I followed Joan towards the house. On the way, I passed the laundry man, and we nodded to each other. I noticed he looked slightly embarrassed and guessed he realised I had seen him watching my wife's ass.

Joan was in the kitchen. I slid an arm round her waist and kissed her cheek. I realised I was more than half-erect and dropped my hand to fondle her buttocks.

"Hi, honey," she breathed, turning her face to kiss me, briefly, on the mouth. "Did you tip the moving men yet?"

"Oh, no," I confessed, feeling in my pocket for the twenty-dollar bills.

"Come on and we'll say goodbye together, then," said Joan, taking my hand and leading me out again. I followed willingly. If we could see them off quickly, we'd have time for a visit upstairs before the boys came home...... My cock was hardening at the thought.

The guys were closing the back of the van.

"All done, then?" I called, as we approached.

"Yeah, that's it," answered Ray, turning and smiling – his smiling broadening when he saw Joan at my side.

"Well, thanks for all you've done," I said – trying to keep out of my mind the image of Ray bending a naked Joan forward at the waist so that he could squeeze her dangling tits while he rammed his dick into her soaking cunt, from the rear.

I handed over the bundle of notes, and shook his hand. His handshake was firm and dry.

"Good luck to both of you in your new home," he said, smiling.

"Thank you, Ray," said Joan, her eyes shining as she stepped forward. He held out a hand, but Joan put her hands on his shoulders and offered her face for a kiss. With a very brief glance at me, Ray put his arms round her and kissed her on the lips. She came close enough into him for her breasts to flatten themselves against his chest, and my heart tripped again.

I knew Joan didn't mean anything by it – like most of her race, she is very tactile – but I also knew Ray was enjoying the sensation of Joan's firm generous mounds against him – and I was getting a strange thrill from it, too.

I turned to Mike and Louie and shook them by the hand. Joan kissed Mike but, because he was so much taller than she, their bodies didn't touch, but Louie, who was last, pulled her right into him – and dropped his hands to cup Joan's butt as they kissed.

She was a little flushed as they climbed up into the van and we waved until it turned out of sight, at the corner of the street. Then Joan took my hand and we walked back to our new home, in companionable silence.

I didn't quite know how to bring up the subject, but eventually I said – "I bet they wish it was Wichita, all over again?"

Joan turned to look at me, a puzzled smile on her face.

"Wichita?" she said.

"That's exactly what Louie said," I grinned – but my grin was a bit lopsided. I felt nervous, like a guy on his first date, wondering how 'far' he might get.

"He was a bit cheeky, that Louie," remarked Joan, "grabbing my butt like that. Still, he's only young – what about Wichita?"

I wanted to ask her about Louie feeling her ass, but decided to save that till later.

"Oh," I said, as we entered the kitchen again, "I overheard them talking a little while ago, and Ray and Mike were telling Louie about a job they did in Wichita."

I took both of Joan's hands and backed her up against the table. I moved against her, to let her feel my erection pressing into her stomach. Her eyes widened a little in surprise, but she smiled and moved gently against me.

"What happened in Wichita?" she asked, her voice low.

"Well, there were four of them – Ray, Mike and two other guys – and, at the end, the woman came into the van to thank them. They asked her for a kiss and – well, it ended up with her naked and them taking turns with her."

Joan's face took on a delicate shade of pink, and she dropped her eyes.

"You mean – I had a narrow escape?" she said, softly. I pressed my cock against her and, releasing her hands, cupped her bottom to pull her against me. She put her arms round my neck and buried her face in my shoulder.

"Yes," I whispered. "It's just as well I was there, don't you think?"

"Why?" she asked. "Did they – force her?"

"No," I answered. "I don't think so. While Mike was kissing her, the others started touching her and, when she didn't object – well, they just carried on and stripped her, then they fucked her."

"What – all of them?" Joan whispered. Her lower body was moving against me, her breasts pressing against my chest. I moved a hand up to squeeze her left breast. She let out a little sigh.

"Yes – they took turns with her – one after another," I said, and rubbed a thumb over her nipple. I could feel it – its erectness – through her blouse and brassiere.

Joan was silent, but I could hear her breathing – quick, irregular. I thought about what to say next. My balls tightened.

"If I hadn't been there – today – would you have still kissed them?"

"I suppose so." Her reply was muffled, almost inaudible.

"And what if Louie had squeezed your butt – like he did?"

"Well... " Joan's voice trailed off. I waited. Eventually, she went on.

"I don't think they would have wanted to – with me," she said. "I'm just a – married woman – a mom, with two kids. The one in Wichita – she was probably... different."

My hand was unbuttoning her blouse. My cock was like an iron bar. I had to wet my lips before I could speak again.

"I heard them talking about you," I said. I could hear my own voice, shaking with excitement. 

Joan's head was buried in my chest.

"What – what did they say?" Her voice was low, breathy, quivering – like mine. I wet my dry lips again.

"Ray wanted to fuck you from behind," I whispered, fiercely, my hand plucking her swollen tit from her bra, "so he could squeeze your tits, but Mike wanted you up against a wall, your legs round his waist, so he could feel your ass while his cock was deep inside you... "

Her grip on my shoulders tightened and she let out a muffled moan. I lifted her and carried her, unresisting, into the den. I laid her on the couch and pulled off her blouse and bra. Her naked breasts spilled out, her nipples hard and erect.

She lay, looking up at me, as I wrestled my jeans off. Her hands stroked her tits, sensuously.

"Did they say that?" she said, shyly, incredulously. I grunted, nodding my head, as I kicked my shoes to the floor.

"And you...? You were listening?" 

"Yeah," I gritted, my jeans coming off in a rush. I dragged my shorts down, over my distended erection. "I was mad, at first, then – I thought about you, and them, and them – taking off your clothes and feeling your tits and your ass – and then laying you down on the tarpaulin and spreading your legs... "

Somewhere along the line, Joan had pulled off her shorts and panties and was naked on the couch, legs apart, her hand between her thighs, her middle finger stimulating her clitoris. Her head was thrown back, her tongue running round her lips.

"Come and fuck me, Kyle," she gasped, hoarsely. "Come on – pretend you've watched them feeling my bare tits and sliding their cocks up me, one by one. Come and... aaaaagh!"

I plunged my rod deep inside her wet gaping cunt and felt the tight slippery muscles grip and massage it as I began to ride her hard, my mouth fastened on to one distended nipple.

"This... was... how... Louie... wanted... to... fuck... you," I gasped with each stroke. I knew I was taking liberties with the truth, but I wanted her to think of someone else on top of her – a new cock – a young, tireless one which could fuck her into oblivion.

"Yes," she gasped. "And Donald, too!"

For a second or two, I thought – "Who the fuck is Donald?" – but then all coherent thought deserted me as the red mist rose and rockets and stars went off in my head and I made one last desperate plunge up my writhing, gasping wife before my cock finally twitched uncontrollably and the volcano burst forth.

I seemed to come for literally ages and almost passed out completely with the intensity of my orgasm. To my shame, I had no idea whether Joan came or not. When I returned to my senses, I was sprawled on top of her and my limp dick was hanging helplessly between her thighs.

Joan's arms were clasped round me, tightly – a fact I noted with intense relief. Never before had our lovemaking encompassed the notion of Joan letting another man have her and, now that I had returned to a post-orgasmic sanity, I was very unsure as to how she would take the idea that such a thing could excite me.

It never occurred to me that she could be worried about how I would react to her getting turned on by the same thing and I don't know what might have happened if the phone hadn't rung at that moment.

It was the call I had been expecting – from the office. I was surprised they had managed to cope this long without me – and very relieved they hadn't called twenty minutes earlier! By the time, I had finished the call, the boys had been brought back, hollering for something to eat, and Joan was back in the kitchen – back to being a normal wife and mom.

She went to bed early that night, and I guessed she was a little disturbed at the turn our lovemaking had taken that afternoon – as, indeed, was I. I sat, alone, thinking about the incredible excitement I had derived from the picture of the three moving men stripping my lovely wife in the back of their van, then taking turns at fucking her, each in his own special way. I was also incredibly turned on by the way Joan had joined me in my fantasy and, as I thought about it, my hand stroked the sensitive underside of my erect cock, through my trousers, then I had to release it, and I masturbated to orgasm, thinking of my wife gasping in ecstasy as another hard cock plunged between her willing thighs...

Chapter 2 – The Laundry Man

But, in the following days and weeks, I remained very confused about why I should feel like this, and more than a little guilty. For her part, Joan didn't seem to want to go into that territory again, and, even though I was tempted, during our - more frequent, now – bouts of lovemaking, I managed to restrain myself.

Then, about three months later, we were shopping in the local mall, with the boys. It was a Saturday afternoon, and we were taking a break for an ice-cream for the boys, and coffee for us. Joan was queuing at the counter, with our tray, and we were sitting at a table. I noticed a tall dark guy, at another table, watching Joan, with a peculiar intensity in his gaze.

As though she felt his stare, Joan turned and met his eye. She smiled, and mouthed 'Hi!' at him, then her eyes flickered over to me, and I saw a pink tinge of colour on her cheekbones. The guy, too, looked a little embarrassed as he smiled back, and I thought his face was a bit familiar, though I couldn't place him.

When Joan returned, she didn't mention the encounter, but I noticed her eyes drifting over, more than once, to where the guy sat, on his own. Something told me that there was more to this than met the eye, but I didn't say anything. Joan's manner seemed a little forced, then she relaxed and, when I looked again, the guy had gone. During the course of the afternoon, this strange episode remained at the back of my mind, and I kept worrying at it, and trying to remember where I had seen the guy, before.

After the boys had gone to bed, Joan and I were having a little late supper, on our own. We weren't saying a lot and I was thinking more and more about the incident in the afternoon. I decided to find out more.

"Who was the guy at the ice-cream parlour?" I asked, suddenly, as though he had just come to mind.

"Which guy?" came the automatic response. Like all women, Joan always answers a question with another question.

"He was sitting at a table while you were at the paydesk – you said 'Hi' to him."

"Oh – that was just Donald – the laundry man," said Joan. This time, there was no hint of embarrassment – but the guy's name hit me like a thunderbolt, and I recalled where, and when, I had seen him before. He had turned up on moving-in day – he was the one Joan had been talking to when I was listening to the removal men discussing her.

And – his name was the one Joan had cried out when she was on the point of orgasm, imagining herself being well and truly fucked by some one other than me!

I remembered how he had been gazing down her cleavage, then admiring the sway of her sexy bottom as she walked back to the house. I felt my cock begin to stiffen and I was glad we were sitting at the table. But I tried to remain 'cool'.

"Oh," I said. "I thought I recognised him. Wasn't he the guy who came the day we moved in?"

Joan's cheeks coloured, but they always did that when one of us mentioned that day. I'm sure, like me, she couldn't think of it without calling to mind our mind-blowing sex on the couch in the den.




The Best Birthday Present Ever!



Jake and Julie Burrows had been together for 16 years, even though they were only in there late 20s. They'd met at Junior High and had quickly become an item. They were so obviously right for each other that their friends soon started to call them 'Mom and Pop', or the 'two Js'.

Rather than going to college after graduation Jake had decided to join the army, and Julie had decided that the life of an army bride would be acceptable to her, so they had married jut before he went off for his basic training. She went to the local college and studied business administration.

All was going well until at age 23 Jake pulled his first overseas duty, which was to help clear mines in Afghanistan. 

He'd been part of a team sent out to deal with what they believed was the remains of an old Russian minefield. The last thing he remembered was helping to unpack some equipment, when there was a flash, followed by a gigantic roar. Then blackness took him away.

When he awoke a week later he was convalescing in a US Army hospital in Germany. He had pins in his legs, but he would be back home in the US, with Julie by the end of the next week and that was all that mattered to him.

His rehabilitation had taken a couple of months, but Julie was there for him all the way through. What had happened had, Jake believed, made their relationship all the stronger, their love even more complete and, he felt, more mature and deeper.

A couple of years later and their married life was perfect, or so it seemed to Jake. He had a job working for a local media production outfit (though he was still on the Military Reserve) Julie worked in a local bank and they were buying their first home (a smart two bedroom house) in a decent part of town. The loan had been arranged through Sally's employer. The bank's chairman, Miles Simpson, had a great deal of time for the couple as he had served in Gulf War 1 as an infantry officer before leaving army life to work at his family's bank.

Jake was receiving counselling funded by the military. He had a number of issues. His injuries, though not impacting much on his life, still hurt him, but he never let Julie know about the pain in his legs. He just got on with life as best he could.

He also suffered from survivor guilt, when the survivors of a terrible disaster or a military operation gone wrong begin to feel guilty about the fact that they had survived, when their comrades had not. He confided in his counsellor that he felt God had somehow saved him to continue his relationship with Julie.

His counsellor was worried. In his notes he recorded that, although he had not raised this with Jake, he was concerned that Jake relied too much for his happiness and for his existence, perhaps, on his wife, Julie. "If something were to happen to damage this relationship or to end it, I am worried what Jake's reaction might be," he wrote.

They'd been married for ten years and Julie's birthday was upon them and Jake was stumped as to what to buy for her for her birthday. He wanted to really show Julie how much he loved her, how much he cared for her as the one special person in his life. 

He asked him what she wanted. She grinned as she said: "Oh, Jake! Don't worry! What I want is the best birthday present in the world. Ever!"

He laughed, and asked her what she meant. She shook her head. You have over a week, Jakey! You'll find my best birthday present in the world. Ever! And you'll get it for me. I know you will! I trust you!"

He mentioned his dilemma to his co-workers at lunch, the next day.

A wily, older colleague suggested that he planted a Voice activated Recorder in either her car or her purse. "That way you can hear when she talks to her sister or her friends on the phone about and you can work out from that what her ideal present would be. I've done it for years!"

So that was what Jake decided to do. He borrowed a VAR from the co-worker that was disguised as a working pen and placed it in Julie's voluminous purse.

He felt so pleased with himself! He'd be able to find the ideal gift for Julie!

The evening of the day he had planted the VAR they made love, passionately and with all of the romance that they had felt since their first time as 16-year-old lovers. When she, with a shy, coquettish smile, asked him to go down on her, he complied with gusto. 

The next morning, before Julie went to work (he had the day off) he retrieved the VAR from her purse and downloaded the recording to his laptop. As he listened to the recording, after Julie had kissed him on the lips and left for work, he felt his heart turning to stone.

First, he heard a conversation between Julie and her sister, Pat:

Julie: "Hi, Pat. How're things?" Pat: "Oh, not bad. By the way, have you thought any more about what I said?" Julie: "About what?" Pat: "You know. About you cheating on Jake with that asshole security guard at the bank. Ted Bailey-Simpson, isn't it?" Julie: "Oh, Pat! Give me a break! I'm not really cheating on Jake, this thing with Ted it's... well..." Pat: "Are you fucking Ted?" Julie: Yes." Pat: Well, then, that's cheating on Jake, isn't it?" Julie: I suppose so, but the stuff with Ted, it's just a naughty adventure! A fantasy! And Jake doesn't need to know! What he doesn't know won't hurt him!" Pat: "What if he finds out, Julie?" Julie: "Oh, he won't. And what if he does? I can wrap him round my little finger! He'll forgive me, because he loves me!" Pat: "I hope you're right sis, I really do. If he found out, it'd break his heart!" They chatted a while longer about inconsequential matters and terminated the call.

There was a pause, then another call, this one between Julie and Ted: Ted: "Yo, Julie! How is my main squeeze?" "Julie: "I'm fine, Ted! How's my big boy?" Ted: "Your big boy is just fine, Julie! Ready for some hot sex today, at work?" Julie: Yes! I certainly am!" Ted: "What's wrong, honey? Isn't Crip doing you well enough?" Julie: "Oh, Crip's OK, he does me as well as he can, but you really know how to pleasure a woman!" Ted: "Cool! Glad to hear it. What about my suggestion, yesterday? Did you do it?" Julie: "What suggestion, Ted?" Ted: "When I got you to let me do you bareback, when I asked you to take my full load back to Crip and make him suck my sperm out of you?" Julie: "Yes, Ted, I did, but I felt so guilty about making Crip, I mean Jake, do that, please don't ask me to do it again, OK?" Ted: "Did he? Did he lick you clean and suck my sperm out of you? Did you make him swallow my load, just like I asked you to?" Julie: Yes, I did! But... Ted! Please! Stop that! If you want any more of my body, you'll stop going there, OK? I know you and me are planning to quit our jobs and run away together to a start a new life in California, but I feel badly enough about what we are doing to Jake, without me helping you make a fool out of him in that way, too. So if you want us to remain an item, well, just quit it, OK?" Ted: "OK, I am sorry, Julie, I just thought it would be a fun idea, that's all." Julie: "It was a fun idea. But when he finally cleaned me out and swallowed it all down, and he looked up at me and smiled and told me how much he loved me, I felt like such a heel, I almost confessed to him, what I had done." Ted: "Shit! I am glad you didn't. He might have hurt you and me, so you must never tell him. Look, I am sorry, I can see how torn up you are over cheating on him. So we'll talk more about this over my uncle's desk whilst I fuck you on it, this afternoon. He's going to be out all day, so his office is clear for us to use it." Julie: "OK, lover, that's a date! Now I have to concentrate on my driving!"

Devastation. Betrayal. Heartbreak.

Yes, Julie had asked for him to do down on her, last night. So yes, he had cleaned her out. He had sucked and swallowed her lover's sperm from her vagina.

He ran into the downstairs toilet and began throwing up until there was nothing left. He splashed water on his face, drunk a little from the palm of his hand and stumbled back through the house, into the living room.

It was a little after 7.20am and Jake suddenly knew what the best birthday present ever that he could offer Julie, was.

And the best part of it? He had everything he needed in the house or in the garage. It would, he felt, really be the best birthday present ever! Yet he felt no joy as he began his preparations for Julie's birthday surprise. Just a sense of purpose.

At 11am, the banking hall of Julie's workplace was not especially busy. The early morning customers had come and gone and the lunchtime rush was an hour away.

Ted was standing in the lobby, looking good and also more than a little smug in his tan uniform, his pistol in his holster at his side. Julie was gazing at him, longingly. There were two sets of colleagues, those who boosted her affair with Ted and those who were sickened by it. But nobody said anything. After all, he was the chairman's nephew.

As everyone got on with their tasks, the automatic door on the street slid open and a tall man walked into the bank. He was wearing a zipped orange mechanic's cover all and his face and head were totally obscured by a ski mask.

In his right hand he held a black gun which he raised and pointed at Ted.

Ted froze in fear! He had never seen a bank robbery, before! Never had a gun pointed at him for real! This wasn't what his uncle had found him this job for!

The man facing him growled and shouted: "Fuck! Damned safety's jammed!" He appeared to fiddle with the gun, which galvanised Ted into action. He swiftly took his gun from his holster, aimed it at the figure in front of him and rapidly fired off two shots, both of which found their mark in the other man's torso. He fell face forward, dead.

There was pandemonium in the bank. One of the tellers had hit the panic button, people started yelling and screaming and Julie ran to Ted who was slumped again the wall behind him, a glazed look to his eyes, his gun lose in his hand.

Julie grabbed him, gave him a long, wet kiss and shouted: "Ted's our hero! He saved us!"

Everyone started cheering and Julie realised that someone in the crowd had used their phone to take a picture of her kissing Ted. "I hope Jake never sees that picture! It might make him suspicious!" she thought.

The police arrived in the shape of a several uniformed officers and a couple of detectives from the local precinct, Deborah Fielding, and Tom Mandon. They were both long in service, Deborah was in her mid-40s, Tom was just turned 50.

Deborah was senior officer, so took the lead: "OK, folks! Nobody touched the body, I hope? No? Good. We'll get someone to take it away as soon as we can, but certain procedures must be adhered to. We'll need to question everyone who was in the bank, at the time. Our uniformed colleagues will take your details and we will arrange to talk with you soon, over the next few days. Some of you we will be questioning today, however."

She went over to Ted, who by now had been sat down on a chair. She glanced at the woman on his left, her badge said: Julie Burrows. She realised there was a sexual tension between her and the guard. She looked at his name badge, Ted Bailey-Simpson. The name rang a bell. Simpson as in Simpson's Bank?

She got the sexual tension, yes, but there was something about Ted that she didn't like. She knew that some women would find it attractive but whatever it was that Ted had, Deborah knew she'd never fall for it. Smart tan uniform or not.

Wearing latex gloves, she took the gun from Ted and placed it in an evidence bag. "Forensics will need this. You might get it back later, that all depends. We'll need to take you down to the precinct house to interview you."

"I'll come with him!" said Julie, protectively grabbing his left arm. Ted looked grateful, Deborah felt uneasy. "There's no need, ms Burrows. Ted will be OK."

"But I saw what happened! I watched it all!"

"OK," said Deborah, we'll interview you today, rather than later on."

Much to Julie's consternation she was placed in a separate room to Ted. She said very little as she did not want to bring attention to herself. After all, she reasoned, the less people who knew about her affair outside the bank, the better.

The forensic team (or CSI as they preferred to be known, now) came, made measurements, took photographs and had the body removed to the morgue which was in the same building as the precinct house, the court house and several other government departments.

The initial examination of the corpse of the bank robber had raised some interesting questions. The Pathologist had determined the cause of death as a bullet to the heart. Which was why there had been little blood from either wound.

He was not happy with certain aspects of the case. He phoned up to the precinct house that was on the floor above his and spoke to Deborah Fielding: "Debs, it's Walter Sheldon, here. Just done the autopsy on the bank robber. Doesn't chime, though. I am unsure he was a bank robber. When we removed his cover all, we found he was wearing a military dress uniform, with a name badge on it. Luckily both bullets missed it. The name on it is Corporal Jake Burrows. And we also found some black paint on his hand. The CSI guys IDed this as paint on the pistol grip of the gun he was carrying. It wasn't a real gun and it's our best guess that the black paint was used very recently to make it look more realistic. There was also a clear plastic rucksack that people use on airliners, these days. The CSI guys have that, but we could see there are three letters in there, so you should have your answers as to what happened, soon. He was also carrying a military ID card and credit cards and a drivers' license in the name of Jake Burrows."

Deborah put the phone down. She turned to her colleagues in the open plan detective's room. "Guys, there's something screwy about this armed robbery case. Firstly, we have a tentative ID on him as a Jake Burrows. He might be a serving or former corporal in the army. The gun he was armed with was a fake, but he had painted it with black paint to make it look more realistic, or so the CSI guys believe.

"It's looking like this might not have been a robbery."

A voice from the back of the room piped up: "Well, what was it?"

Deborah looked up, smiled, and said: "We're detectives. That's what we're here to do! Detect!"

Deborah sat at her desk. She was thinking, when a connection formed in her mind. The woman who had been pawing Ted was called Burrows. The man who was dead had been IDed as being called Burrows. She felt a sudden chill as she mused over a likely connection. She dismissed it, for the moment.

The door to the office opened and the lead CSI investigator came in, carrying some paperwork.

"You're in charge of the bank shooting, eh, Debs?" shouted Roger Trumble, over the noise of the office.

"That's right, Rog! You got something for me?" she asked.

"Yes. I think we already have the answer to the case. We found three letters in the guy's clear plastic rucksack. One for the police, one for Ted Bailey-Simpson and one for Julie Burrows. These are copies of the letters."

The room suddenly went quiet, as everyone crowded round Deborah's desk, as she took the three pieces of paper from Roger.

She studied them, frowned and clucked over them. "Oh, damn. I'll read the letters out to you guys, OK?"

She started with the letter addressed to the police: "Dear police officers, I am sorry to cause you any inconvenience, I know you have real criminals to chase but this was the only way I could think to put at end to my misery. Yours truly, Jake Burrows."

Without comment she read the letter to Ted:

"Ted, you win. Please look after my Julie for me. Jake."

She said: "Short and remarkably kind in tone, considering what I think happened."

She then started to read the letter that Jake had addressed to his wife. And what she read, broke her heart.

"Dear Julie, you are killing me. In fact, by the time you get this letter, if Ted is good at his job, I will be really dead.

"You might think it was a cruel thing for me to do to you and Ted, but that's not my intent. 

"Julie, it might sound trite, but I love you more than life itself. And I will prove this to you.

We have been together since we were 14 or 15, I guess you must have grown tired of me. I wish you'd have said; then I could have moved on and out of your life.

"I know exactly what you did. I know Pat tried to encourage you to stop the affair, I also know how you tricked me into drinking your love's sperm from your vagina. 

I also know that you planned to leave me and to go with Ted to California.

I know this because I placed a Voice Activated Recorder in your purse. The only reason I did this was because I wanted to hear your chats with Pat and perhaps your mom, in order to let me find out what you really wanted for your birthday. What would constitute the best birthday present in the world, ever! Well, today I found that out, today, when I listened to the recordings. So, Julie, today I give you the best birthday present in the world, ever. Widowhood. Now you have a clean start for you and Ted. 

I wish you and your husband to be only the best for your future together as man and wife.

With all my Love,

Your Jakey."

There wasn't a dry eye in the detective room. Some were openly weeping. Deborah looked over at Tom and was shocked that tears were really streaming down his cheeks. "Tom? How come this has hit you so bad?"

He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes before replying. "It reminds me of what happened to my big brother, Dave. Dave got badly injured in 'Nam. He went away a fit, virile young husband and came back a cripple in a wheelchair, old before his time.

"His wife, Nan, well, she couldn't hack it. She was young, she had needs and she would often leave Dave at home whilst she went out with her boyfriends.

"Eventually after a couple of years of this one of her boyfriends offered to take her on a long weekend break. She left enough food and drink to last Dave, she made sure he had enough music to listen to; this was before domestic video tapes were common, and she left him at home.

"When she got back home, she found Dave's corpse. He'd blown his brains out with his .45 service pistol. And you know the real dumb thing? To this day the stupid bitch has been faithful to his memory, hasn't even had one fucking date in all those years. She's just a crazy white haired old broad who lives with a bunch of cats in the house she shared with my brother."

"Fuck, Tom!" said Deborah. "I've known you for ten years, and I never knew you had an older brother!"

He shrugged: "Not something I often talk about, but under the circumstances I wanted to get it off my chest. Now I guess someone has to tell that stupid woman Julie Burrows what she did. I'd rather it wasn't me, to be honest."

"Sure thing, Jake. I'll take that gig," said Deborah, squeezing his shoulder.

Deborah was not looking forward to this job herself, she sighed as she had Julie Burrows brought into an interview room. "Mrs Burrows," she said: "I am not going to ask you questions about what you witnesses today, at least not yet. Firstly I have some bad news for you about your husband, Jake Burrows."

Julie suddenly looked worried: "Oh, my God! What happened? Has he had an accident? Is he badly hurt?"

Deborah looked at her with an intense stare that unnerved Julie, before she continued to speak: "He did not have an accident; he is not hurt, I am sorry to have to tell you that he is dead."

Julie squealed. "But that's not possible! He was perfectly well when I left him at home this morning! What happened to him?"

Deborah licked her lips before continuing: "He was shot to death, this morning."

"Oh, my God! My Jakey? Was it a car jacking?"




The Best Birthday Present Ever!



Deborah looked at her, sympathy and anger crowding her mind: "No, he was shot in the chest, twice, at 11am this morning."

Under other circumstances the double take on Julie's face would have been comical. But now? It was pure pathos as she struggled to understand the implications of what she was hearing.

"But that's the same time as Ted shot... the bank robber? Oh, Jesus! It was my Jakey? Robbing the bank? But why? We don't have any financial problems! Why did he do it?"

Deborah glanced away, then returned her gaze to the young woman in front of her who was slowly crumbling before her eyes. "You poor bitch!" she thought. "You're still just a kid and you don't have the faintest idea what you did!"

"Julie, Jake did not rob the bank. He just set up a confrontation between himself and Ted, so that Ted would have to shoot him."

Julie started to bawl. "Why? Why would he do that?"

"Jake found out about your affair with Ted. Here. Read this letter that Jake wrote to you."

With a trembling hand, Julie took the letter; she read it with a look of mounting horror. "But ... it wasn't true! None of it! I never intended to run away with Ted to California! That was just like an affair talk fantasy! I'd never have done that to my Jakey! Never!"

"But you did make him suck you clean of your lover's sperm, didn't you? So why would Jake doubt that you wouldn't dump him for Ted and run away with him, huh?"

Julie's face drained of colour. "Oh my God. I just realised what I have done. I killed my Jakey! My kind, beautiful lovely husband. I killed him. If only he hadn't heard what I said! Because I never meant a word of it! Oh, God! My sister was right! My husband is dead and it is because of me! Oh, Christ! Poor Ted! When he finds out, I don't know what he'll do!"

What Ted did do was three years, plus another three on probation on a plea bargain deal. The DA knew she'd never get a homicide conviction for what Ted did, but she did manage to get a conviction for involuntary manslaughter. 

His uncle fired him and he also fired Julie. He had a special place in his heart for people who had served their country and another special place for people who had betrayed them.

After Jake's military funeral (which Jake's family had her barred from) Julie sold their house, left town and eventually got a job with a different banking outfit.

Julie hasn't kept in touch with Ted, nor has she dated anyone and has no plans to do so. She hardly ever hears from her sister Pat or her mother.

Julie lives by herself. She already has some grey hairs and is contemplating buying a cat, "just for the company." 



The Best Birthday Present, Ever!



My life has never been one of fantasy. I am married to an absolutely lovely woman who is the light of my life, and we are very happy. Our sex life is awesome; so great that neither one of us has ever felt the need to step outside our marriage.

If I have one complaint, and I do, it's that my wife doesn't like anal sex. I mean at all, as in never. I, on the other hand, am intensely interested in it. This divide created the only feelings of regret in me, and I think somehow she knew it.

Don't get me wrong, I've never thought of stepping out on her, but it does sometimes grate that she never wants to do something that I enjoy so much. But what can a guy do, you know?

About a year ago, something happened that... well, it didn't change my life, or anything like that, but it was quite a memorable experience that I'd like to share.

About a week before my birthday, Sandy asked me what I wanted as a present. I grinned, as I do each year, and told her a red ribbon around her naked body would be fine; something delicate that I can unwrap. Normally, she rolls her eyes and says, "I mean something I can buy you." This time, she looked at me for a moment and said, "I'll think about it."

Sex with Sandy is the bomb, let me tell you. She's five-nine and 120 pounds of sex appeal. I've always preferred brunettes, and Sandy's hair perfectly matches her eyes. She's not stacked, boasting a modest b-cup, but as they say, more than a mouthful is a waste, right?

I didn't give her comment much thought, until my birthday rolled around. I got home from work around four in the afternoon, something made possible by the simple expedient of getting to work before six in the morning, and found her waiting in the living room.

She was sitting in the recliner, wearing one of her clubbing outfits that always got me drooling. Thigh-high black leather boots with stiletto heels, a skirt so short that I caught flashes of her panties as she moved her legs, and a halter top about the size of a large handkerchief made of gold-colored metal links. It was definitely one her better fuck-me outfits, and from just one glance I was eager to comply.

She eyed me from head to toe. Then she sniffed. "Get a shower and make yourself presentable, lover; we're going out."

I was a little disappointed that sex wasn't on the immediate menu, but things looked promising, so I did as I was told. Half an hour later I strolled back into the living room, showered, shaved, and dressed presentably in slacks and a dress shirt. 

Sandy was just hanging up the phone when I stopped, twirled around twice, and said, "Do I pass inspection?"

So help me, she walked over in her best, hip-rolling gate (helped a lot by those marvelous boots), and proceeded to give me a thorough inspection. She rubbed her hand on my newly shaven chin, made sure my hands were clean, made sure my teeth were brushed, and even went so far as to verify that I was wearing clean underwear. Apparently I passed inspection, though, because eventually she smiled, kissed my lingeringly on the lips, and then turned to get her purse.

"I'm driving," was all she said as she walked aggressively out the front door, hips swinging invitingly. I gulped and followed her out.

My first surprise came when we got into the car. She put the key in the ignition and then turned to face me.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

She grinned wickedly. "It's a surprise." She reached into her purse and then tossed something at me. "Put this on."

"This" turned out to be a blindfold we sometimes use when we got adventurous. I looked at her doubtfully, but she said nothing, just arched one eyebrow and looked meaningfully at the blindfold. Sighing, I did as I was told and put it on. It looked like Sandy was in charge tonight, and I was willing to let her drive. So to speak.

Being a blindfolded passenger in a car driven by a devilish woman is one part frustration and one part anticipation. I guess I was willing to go along, at least for a while, but even I wasn't sure how far I was willing to go.

Eventually the car stopped, Sandy got out, and then the passenger door opened and I felt her hands on my shoulders helping me stand. Then she led me slowly forward, pausing only once to say, "Step up." I stepped up, then I heard her opening a door, and we both entered a room.

I heard movement around me as I stood there, but I couldn't tell what she was doing. I just kept my hands by my side and stood there. After a few moments, and just as I was about to ask what was going on, she stepped close to me and kissed me again. Then she whispered into my ear, "Do you want to fuck my ass?"

Lust jumped on me so strongly that I felt light-headed. I answered in a voice that was instantly hoarse with passion. "Oh, yeah."

She giggled. "Too bad, you're not going to." Anger swelled up a little. I mean, I understand her not wanting to do that, even though I want her to, but this was cruel teasing. I felt her hands on my head, and the blindfold shifted slightly. "But you can fuck hers." With that the blindfold was removed, and I was rendered speechless.

Sandy stood in front of me but to the side, and I noticed she was there as kind of a passing fact. In front of me stood a veritable sex Goddess, a woman richly endowed with everything and dressed to the nines. Her breasts were lush and full, her figure curvy, her legs long and shapely. She licked her full lips and smiled at me, and that smile stoked the lust I'd already been feeling to titanic proportions.

She was dressed in devil-red lingerie, wearing a tiny bra and matching thong. She raised one hand and beckoned me to come closer. We were in a hotel room somewhere, I realized dimly, which meant that my wife had planned all this well in advance.

So help me, I took one step and then turned to look at Sandy. She was smiling hugely. "Oh, you know I hate that stuff, but you don't. So, for your birthday, Angelica here is going to take my place." Her face turned stern. "Just for tonight, of course, and only in the ass. After all, you are still my husband."

"Are you certain?" I asked. I wanted to do this, very badly, but I also didn't want to mess up my marriage.

"Of course," she said, "otherwise I wouldn't offer her to you."

"Who..." My head was buzzing. "Who is she?"

Sandy's grin broadened, and Angelica herself looked a bit smug. "Angelica," Sandy said, "is one of the classiest and highest priced escorts in the city."

Escort? "Do you mean she's..."

Sandy punched my arm lightly. "Yeah, she's a call girl, and she's expensive. Now get to it, stud."

I stepped forward and put my arms around Angelica, but Sandy pulled me back. "Ground rules." I tried to look her in the face, but my gaze kept shifting to the gorgeous woman in a thong. "No front-door sex, that's strictly for me." I nodded, dumbly. "And no kissing. Anything else is fair game." She turned me away and let me get on with it. I was like a hormone-fueled robot, operating on auto-pilot and loving every second of it.

Angelica had her bra unhooked, and I reached out and removed it from her chest. Her nipples were rock hard, and her tanned belly was taut and well-muscled. I bent my head and began sucking on them, reveling in her scent and the feel of her on my tongue. I switched back and forth, and her hands on the back of my head indicated she didn't absolutely hate it.

My hands roamed her body, cupping a breast here, cradling a buttock there. I even dipped my fingers down the front of her thong once, and massaged her outer pussy lips. She caught her breath as I stroked her clitoris.

Behind me, Sandy cleared her throat, and I remembered that this particular door was closed to me. I dropped to my knees and, lightly kissing her belly, pulled down the scarlet thong. She stepped out of it, leaving it lying forsaken on the ground, and turned her back on me.

For the first time I got a good look at her ass, and I loved it. It was perfect, round and firm, the heart-shaped object of which most adolescent boys dream. She turned back and took my hand, drawing me to my feet, and proceeded to undress me. Her hands were everywhere. She lingered on my nipples, and a tingle raced through my body as she nibbled them gently. When she removed my shorts, her hand wrapped itself around my rigid cock and pumped gently. 

I looked down at her as she knelt before me, and heard her throaty chuckle just before she swallowed my painfully stiff cock. It felt so good that I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth. She didn't complain or struggle, instead keeping up a powerful suction as I pumped in and out. I could feel her tongue caressing the side of my dick, and it was driving me wild.

After a moment I forced myself to stop; I'm not a young man, and if I came in her mouth I might miss out on the entire reason for this little visit. I pulled back, and she reluctantly allowed me to pop wetly from her mouth.

She stood again, gave my dick one last pump, and then turned to the bed. She knelt down and leaned over the bed, presenting to me her pristine backside, and then reached backwards to pull her cheeks apart. The rosebud of her asshole was puckered tightly, and I was overcome with lust. As I knelt down behind her, however, I felt Sandy at my side again.

"You'll need lubrication, stud." Her hand was already full of something slippery, and she wrapped it around my dick and pumped twice, three time, making sure it was fully covered. Her other hand held a tube, which she pointed at Angelica's asshole and squeezed. With an obscene sucking sound, the anal lube covered her ass crack. She then proceeded to liberally coat the area, even going so far as to insert the tube and squirt some inside. Then she smiled at me and guided my dick into Angelica.

The feeling was indescribable as my thick cock slipped into Angelica's ass, and I'm still surprised that I didn't come then and there. But I managed to hold off as my dick slowly disappeared into that lovely ass. Once she was fully impaled on my erect member, I began to pump slowly.

"Hold it," I heard Sandy say, "I want to get a picture of this. Just hold it right there." I heard her rise and start going through her purse.

It was torture. Angelica was the penultimate of fuckable women, and I already had my cock buried up her backside... and I wasn't allowed to move? I simply couldn't resist pumping a little, and I heard Angelica moan softly.

After a few moments I heard Sandy say, "Okay, almost ready."

I was finding it impossible to stay still, and was pumping gently but rhythmically into Angelica's butt. Sandy better hurry with that picture, because I knew for a fact that I couldn't wait forever. Just as I was about to turn and ask Sandy what the hold-up was, I felt her move close behind me. To my surprise, she was naked, and the feel of her bare tits pressed against my back added an entirely new thrill to the situation. And then I felt something cold and wet between my butt cheeks.

I did twist around then, only to see that my wife had donned her own cock-rig and had the head of her well-lubricated dildo aimed at my own back door. "Stop moving," she said. When I did, she said, "Pull out about half way, stud." I complied.

I could feel her pushing forward, and then her dildo was shoving its way inside my own ass. When she bottomed out and had her dildo fully inside me, I almost came again. "Whenever you're ready," she whispered into my ear.

I began to pump my cock into Angelica's ass again, but now as I pushed forward, Sandy's rod would slide almost out of my ass. When I pulled out of Angelica, Sandy would fill me again. It was almost like I was fucking my own ass, in a twisted way, and I got a huge kick out of it.

Frankly, the situation was unbelievable. If you've never been butt-fucked by a beautiful woman while doing the same to another, I highly recommend it.

I could feel Angelica squeezing her asshole around my dick as I pumped frantically, totally overwhelmed by the feelings rushing through me. My orgasm began to build, and I whimpered as I increased my pace. Angelica was shuddering beneath me, and Sandy was doing a good job of keeping me filled from behind. Her hands moved, and I felt her pinching my nipples sharply. The sharp, unexpected string seemed to intensify everything I was feeling.

And then my orgasm was upon me, and I thrust once more deeply into Angelica's ass and froze, pumping my seed deep into her bowels, twitching slightly back and forth to keep the sensation going.

Sandy realized what was happening and began stroking for the first time, keeping her dildo sliding slowly in and out of my ass as the biggest orgasm of my life ripped through my body. At last it subsided, and I collapsed forward onto Angelica's sweat-slicked back.

Sandy slowed down, but kept fucking me with her dildo, gently, lovingly. I have to say that kept the afterglow burning longer than is normal.

Eventually, however, she stopped and withdrew, standing beside me and helping me up. I was dazed, sitting on the still-made motel bed where Sandy had put me, as Angelica dressed, got her money, and left. A pang of regret made itself felt, regret that this was over almost before it began.

Sandy sat next to me, still naked and wearing her harness. She turned my head and kissed me deeply, pushing slightly so that I ended up falling backwards on the bed. Then she was all over me, and before I knew it my legs were up over her shoulders and she was pumping my ass again, leaning forward and kissing me hungrily as she did so.

My second orgasm of the evening was as powerful as the first.

Later, as we showered ourselves clean, I was able to help Sandy ease her own sexual hunger, and the night seemed to go on forever. Ahhh, if hotel walls could talk...

It's been almost a year since then, and only a week remains before my next birthday. Sandy hasn't said anything, but... here's hoping!



The Best Birthday Present Ever



"Yes," she replied. "That was him."

"I didn't know you used a laundry service," I commented, in surprise. She certainly hadn't, before, in NY.

"Well, I didn't really mean to," answered Joan, "but, what with all that had to be done in the house, after the move, I thought I'd use him for a week or two, just until I got into a routine, but he does such a good job – and he's not expensive – well, I thought I'd just keep him on - for a while, anyway."

Her face was still a little pink, though, and her eyes were kind of downcast, as she spoke. My mouth was drying and my hands shaking a little as I thought this over. This guy – Donald – would be calling to pick up, and deliver, during the day, while I was in the city and the boys were at school. It went without saying that, unless he was gay, he would want to get into Joan's panties – and I had seen enough, that first time, to know he was a true blue heterosexual, at least where my wife was concerned!

And how about Joan? It couldn't be just coincidence that she had called out his name that same afternoon – the afternoon she had learned of my arousal at the thought of her... 

"So – how often does he come?" I asked. Too late, I realised what I had said. Joan picked up on it, right away, and giggled.

"I don't know him that well!" she laughed. "Would you like me to ask him, next time?"

"You know what I mean," I said, laughing in turn. The atmosphere lightened.

"He picks up on a Monday morning, and delivers Thursday," said Joan.

"Delivers, huh?" I sneered – and she leaned over the table and punched my arm. I grabbed her hand and pulled her over towards me. Her blouse was gaping as she leant over the table, and I leered in at the view of her appealing 34C bust.

"Like the view?" breathed Joan, latching on, right away, to what I was doing.

"Sure," I said. "Who wouldn't? I noticed 'he' did – that first day."

"Who? Donald?" asked Joan, her dark eyes flashing, but contriving to look innocent and surprised, as well.

"Oh, yes," I murmured. "I saw him looking – so did the removal guys!"

Her eyes dropped to the tablecloth.

"Then he watched your butt swaying, as you walked away from him," I continued, relentlessly. "And so did I! It gave me a hard-on. I bet he had one, too!"

"Oh, he did!" Her voice was so low, I could hardly hear her.

"What?" I said, not sure I had heard right.

"He had a hard-on when he was looking down my blouse," said Joan. "What did you think I was looking at?"

I said nothing. My heart was pounding furiously. This was the first time, since that day, I had got Joan to talk this way. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. Her lips mashed against mine and her tongue darted into my mouth. I slipped a hand down the front of her blouse and cupped a bare tit in my palm. I could feel her nipple, hard and erect. She let out a little purr of pleasure.

We stood up and I led her into the den, pulling her down onto the couch, beside me.

"Tell me about him – what's been happening," I asked, pulling her hand across and placing it over my erection.

"It's not really – very much at all," she said, hesitantly. "Just – well – one or two little things."

"Tell me," I insisted.

"Well," said Joan. "The first time Donald came back with a load of clean laundry, I was so pleased with the job he'd done – I, well, I gave him a kiss – nothing sexy, just a peck on the cheek, and a little hug."

I had seen Joan's 'little hugs' before. She didn't mean anything by it, but she is very affectionate, and I just knew Donald would have felt her tits pressed against his chest.

"Well, the next time," she went on, "he seemed to expect the same again, so – well, it became a habit with us. He delivers the laundry – I pay him – then I give him a kiss."

"Is it still on the cheek?" I asked.

"Well, not always," said Joan. "Once, he turned his head by accident, and our lips met – so, now, I suppose we usually kiss each other on the mouth – but only a short one!"

I thought about this. "So, is that all?" I asked, convinced there was more.

Joan took a deep breath. "Look, Kyle," she said, "you're not to get mad if I tell you. Nothing terrible's happened, and there's nothing I can't handle."

I decided not to pick up on the latest 'double-meaning' and, my excitement growing at the thought of what she might have to tell me, promised not to 'get mad'. Joan went on.

"One day, Donald arrived very early Thursday morning. You and the boys had not long left, and I had just got dressed after my shower, and I was busy in the kitchen. I asked Donald if he would mind taking the clean clothes upstairs and putting them away in the walk-in closet in our bedroom. He said 'no problem' and he went upstairs. He seemed to be quite a while and, while he was upstairs, I heard the toilet flush."

"Then he came down again and I paid him and – well, he left."

I knew the 'well' covered the 'thank you' kiss, but I let it alone, this time.

"So – what then?" I asked.

"Well, when I had finished in the kitchen, I went up to check the clothes had been put away OK, and then I remembered I hadn't tidied the bathroom after my shower."

She hesitated, and her grip on my cock tightened.

"Well?" I asked.

"My panties had been moved," Joan whispered. "I had left them on the floor beside the shower cubicle and, now, they were lying beside the toilet bowl. And – and – then, I checked the toilet bowl and there was a drop of – stuff – just under the rim."

"Stuff?" I breathed, but I knew the answer before it came.

"Sperm – cum," she breathed. "It had to be him – I cleaned it the day before and we hadn't used it since. Donald had picked up my panties and masturbated in our toilet!"

"Was there any cum on your panties?" I asked, scarcely able to breathe.

"I didn't find any," said Joan, "but – oh, Kyle – it was hard to tell. You see, before I had my shower, I – well – I laid on the bed and – well, I was playing with myself, and my panties were covered in my – stuff!"

"So he wrapped his cock in your juiced-up panties, and...?"

"Yes," she breathed. "Oh, Kyle, it was so exciting! It made me feel so horny and turned on – I wanted to chase the van and get Donald to come back and do it again, and let me watch! As it was, I stripped off, and put the panties back on, and masturbated myself all over again!"

I couldn't speak. I pressed Joan's hand round my cock as I felt a huge orgasm building up, but she wrenched her hand away and leapt to her feet.

"Don't you dare touch yourself!" she insisted. "I'm going to get us a drink – I've got some more to tell you!"

It took a huge effort of will to keep my hands off my throbbing erection, but I managed – just – and, gradually, I calmed down. In a couple of minutes, Joan returned with a large glass of wine for herself and a very good measure of my favourite malt whisky.

Handing me my glass, she sat in an easy chair, on the left of the couch.

"I can't think straight when you're touching me," she apologised, "and I don't want to get anything wrong. Is this OK with you, darling? I mean, on moving day and all – you seemed – well, then I thought maybe you'd changed your mind and you didn't like – well, me – with other men. Is it OK?"

"Yeah," I assured her, managing to follow what she was talking about, even though she was barely coherent, her words tumbling out in a rush. "Yes, it's OK – it's fine with me. And it makes me feel – even better – about you. Don't even think about stopping now!"

She stood up and kissed me. I put my hand up and caressed her gorgeous bottom. She squirmed away, laughing.

"Later!" she chuckled, and took a long swallow from her glass as she settled in her chair again.

"After that day, I always got Donald to fetch and deliver the laundry from our bedroom, and I always left something lying around that was still warm from me wearing it. It wasn't always panties – sometimes it was a baby-doll nightie, and sometimes a brassiere – and, every time, he used the toilet and, every time, what I had left had been moved. He didn't leave it beside the toilet, always, but it was always in a different place. And, nearly always, after he had gone, I put it on again, and played with myself until I came."

"It was just like a harmless sort of – game. Donald never said anything to me, and he never tried to – well, come on to me, or touch me, although, when we hugged, his cock was always hard – pressing against me. But he's really very shy. He doesn't talk much. I asked him if he had a girlfriend, but he just shrugged – I think he might even be a virgin!"

So he hadn't fucked Joan, I immediately thought – and was shocked by the instinctive feeling of disappointment that washed over me. Was that really what I wanted? Looking across at her, she had never looked so desirable. In her early thirties, she was in full flower.

Her hair was jet-black, down to her shoulders. Her eyes were almost ebony, dark, warm, unfathomable and, at this moment, glittering with arousal. Her body was strong and sexual – shoulders straight and fleshy, lifting her heavy firm breasts with their wide aurolae and thimble-shaped brown nipples. Her waist was well-defined and her hips spread widely – two succulent globes, jutting to the rear, which, when in motion, would move a stone statue to raging erection. Her legs were sturdy, yet shapely, especially her graceful thighs, and I had never seen such a blatantly sexual pubic bush – black curls in wild profusion, framing a deep pink gash which always seemed to be gleaming with the juices of arousal.

Deep down, I knew that the one drawback of fucking Joan myself was the inability to fully enjoy the wonderful vision of her being fucked, or fucking someone. For that inestimable pleasure, a third party had to be present – a second cock for me to watch her writhe in ecstasy on – a second pair of hands to tease her tits or grip the cheeks of her ass as her legs parted and her cunt was plugged to its full capacity.

I knew now, without a shadow of doubt, that I wanted to see that – so, yes, if Donald hadn't had her, I was disappointed.

"But then, one day," Joan went on, "I didn't have enough cash to pay him, so I had to write out a check. I sat at the desk in the foyer to write out the check, and I immediately realised that, with him standing up, he would get a view down my blouse. I was wearing a push-up bra, and I knew he was getting a real good look at the crevice between my tits. I wrote it real slow, and I could feel my juices running, knowing what he was doing. Then I sneaked a look across the desk and nearly blew my mind. He was wearing a pair of light tan slacks, and his cock was sticking up like a rod – and there was a little dark patch spreading, just at the tip!"

"And it was so big, Kyle! I couldn't see how thick it was, but it must be at least eight inches long – maybe nine! I got such a rush that I messed up the check, and had to write another one! Then I stood up and gave him the check – and the usual kiss and hug. Only, this time, he muttered something and put his hand on my ass and pulled me towards him, on to his hard-on. He's so much taller than me, it was pushing against my navel! And he didn't let my mouth go after a quick kiss, as he usually does. He kissed me again, and his hand slipped down between the cheeks of my ass, and I had to wriggle free from him!"

"He stood back, then he muttered – 'See you Monday, Joan" – and he rushed away. I was breathless, as if I'd been running, and shaking, all over. But it was after that, I really started to see how much I could turn him on."

Joan stopped again, and looked over at me.

"You still OK with this?" she said. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the deep cleavage in her white satin half-cup bra. I could just see the tops of her thrusting nipples.

"You like?" she smiled.

"Yes," I replied. "Just like Donald!" I showed her the tent in my trousers, and she licked her lips, her smile growing a bit strained. 

"Don't you start teasing me," she warned, "or I might not get my story finished."

She slid a hand between her thighs, rubbed gently, and gave a small shudder.

"Ohhhhhh," she said. "I'll need you to relieve that itch – later on."

Reluctantly, she withdrew her hand and started her story again.

"The next time Donald called was a Monday, so I didn't have to pay him. But I left the bra I had been wearing on Thursday on our bed. It was that flimsy transparent cream lace one – just ideal for wrapping round his cock!"

Joan gave a strange little laugh, and her eyes went up in her head as, involuntarily, her hand plunged between her thighs again, pulling her dress aside impatiently, and pressing against her mound, on top of the white satin panties. Her voice was shaky again, as she recalled the events of that morning.

"I waited at the bottom of the stairs, listening to Donald moving about, putting the clothes away, until I heard the bathroom door close. Then I quickly climbed the stairs and waited outside the bathroom door. I could hear him inside, Kyle – it was such a turn-on. I could hear him breathing. It got quicker and quicker, then it became very harsh, then he sort of groaned and his breathing turned to shuddering gasps – then it all went quiet. I ran back to the top of the stairs, shaking like a leaf, then I heard the toilet flush and I began to walk slowly along the landing."

"And he came out, holding my bra! When he saw me, he went brick-red, and tried to hide it, but the straps wouldn't stay hidden. Then he said – 'I found this on the floor, Joan, and I was bringing it down to you.' I put out my hand for it, and he hesitated. I knew he was worried that there might be some cum on it, but he had to give it to me."

"I took it without saying anything, and opened it out, so we could both look at it. There were no stains on it. I said – 'I wonder how it got in there? I thought it was in the bedroom.' Donald looked as if he wanted the floor to swallow him up – and I was absolutely soaking! I was so turned on – but I felt so powerful! He had been masturbating with it round his cock two minutes ago, and now I was holding it up in front of him! I couldn't help it – I rubbed it gently against my cheek. Then I said to him – 'Oh, well, thanks, anyway, Donald – it's one of my favorite ones. Do you like it?' But that was too much for him, and he disappeared into the bedroom to fetch the basket."

"But my teasing backfired on me, because he was too embarrassed to stop for his kiss, that day. He couldn't wait to escape, and he rushed downstairs, saying he was late!"

Chapter 3 – Getting In Deeper

"I spent the next three days plotting my next move. I was so aroused all the time, knowing that I could bring his cock to erection just by flashing my cleavage, or letting him touch a piece of my underwear. One time, earlier in the summer, when the kids were still out of school, I had brushed against Donald's cock with my hip, when I picked up Ben and turned suddenly. I could still remember how it felt, and I wondered if I could do it, again, but this time with my hand. I became obsessed with wanting to feel his cock with my hand, but I didn't want him to think it was deliberate."

"So, when he came again on Thursday, I dressed specially for him. I wore my semi-transparent cream blouse and, after a great deal of thought, I didn't wear a bra, at all. I know my tits are really too big to go without a bra, but I really wanted to turn him on, so that his cock would be hard when – if – I got a chance to touch it. I also didn't want him to jerk off, and get soft, so, when he arrived, I said I was in a hurry to go out, and he should just leave the laundry in the kitchen, and I would write him a check."

"As soon as he saw me, he realised I was braless. Well, he'd have had to be blind not to! He had never seen my nipples, and now they were poking through my blouse like organ-stops! And I didn't have to look twice to see that his cock was standing to attention, and saluting the flag! It looked even bigger than before, even though he was wearing dark slacks, this time." 

"Pretending to be in a rush, I sat down at the breakfast bar to write the check. It's higher than the desk, and I was able, by hunching down a little, to let my tits actually rest on the surface and, with my blouse gaping forward, Donald could see right down inside. I'm sure he could even see as far as my nipples – I was hoping so, anyway. I was flooding, again, down below and my hand was so shaky, I'm not sure he'd even be able to read the check."

"As soon as I'd finished, I jumped up and gave him a very quick kiss – not even a hug – saying I would have to rush. Then I turned away, quickly, and pretended to stumble. I put out a hand to save myself – and put it right on to his cock! It was absolutely rigid, Kyle - and it felt very thick, as well as long. My hand felt on fire – I could even feel it throbbing beneath my fingers."

"Then I 'recovered' my balance, and apologised to Donald. But I didn't pretend I didn't know what I had grabbed. I said – 'Oh, I am sorry, Donald. Oh, how embarrassing. Imagine me putting my hand there – I'm so sorry!' Then, as if it was an impulse, I hugged him again and kissed him, then rushed upstairs, calling goodbye as I went. I waited to hear the kitchen door close, then threw myself on the bed and had a most enjoyable half hour, remembering the feel of Donald's erection under my fingers, and wondering how he was feeling, knowing I had handled his cock!"

Even the thought that this guy's cock was bigger than mine – which was what Joan was implying – couldn't arrest the lustful surges which were coursing through me as my beloved wife continued these amazing confessions about her 'secret' life. These revelations about her latent sexuality – and her sluttish behaviour – were consuming me and, far from turning me off her, making her more and more fascinating to me. 

It was as though I was uncovering a whole new side of her personality – which I undoubtedly was – and, not only that, I was looking at her body in a completely new way. It was as though I had never seen it before, let alone fondled and fucked it hundreds, if not thousands, of times. I was seeing her through another man's eyes. I was Donald, gazing down her blouse at her uncovered tits, my cock going rigid at my first glimpse of her nipples, my mouth drying with the desire to plunge my hand down there and squeeze the firm, forbidden flesh.

I began to rise from the couch, but Joan waved me back.

"That was just two weeks ago, lover. Just let me bring you up to date, then we can go to bed and we can fuck each other senseless – but promise - promise! - you'll tell me again what the removal guys wanted to do to me. I was so excited, last time, I didn't hear half of it."

I subsided again, only half-reluctantly, to hear the rest of the Donald story – so far.

"You know my black velour bikini?" asked Joan. I nodded – it was sensational, on Joan, with an ass-hugging bottom which really enhanced her curvy rear. She knew that if she wore it any place around me, at home or at the area swim club, she'd get herself soundly fucked. She'd even told me that she wore it at the swim club, when she went with a friend - one of our new neighbours – and that all the men eyed her up while she was there. My balls tightened in anticipation.

"Well, when Donald called last Thursday, I was sunbathing on the sundeck outside our bedroom. And – OK – I wasn't wearing it by accident. I know what it does to you – and most of the guys at the swim club – so I wanted to try it out on Donald. When he arrived, he called out and I called back and told him just to come upstairs and put the clothes away."

"I heard him come into the bedroom and go to the closet. But then I lost my nerve – that bikini just shows too much for me to wear it round Donald, without you being here. So I guessed I'd sneak in for a wrap to cover myself. But, just as I came through the window, he came out of the closet with the empty basket. He stopped and looked at me, then he took two strides forward and grabbed me. He grabbed my wrists and pulled me towards him, then he reached down my back and took hold of the cheeks of my bottom and pulled me, hard, against him. I realised that, this time, I was no longer in control and I started to struggle, but he was too strong for me."




The Best Birthday Present Ever



"I was hammering my fists against his back, but he was grinding his cock against me, and I knew he was out of control. Then he took one of his hands off my butt and pushed it up to grab my breast. He pulled my top down off my breast and squeezed it with his hand. Then he took it in his mouth and tongued my nipple."

"I knew I was weakening – deep down, I really wanted him to give me a good fucking. I wanted to feel his hard cock thrusting inside me – but I didn't want to be unfaithful to you. But while he was squeezing my tits, I was thinking – 'But this is what Kyle wants – he said so! Why don't I just let him fuck me – and then tell Kyle all about it.'"

"My legs were beginning to grow weak and my cunt was aching to be filled. I could feel my nipple erecting against his tongue and my hips were moving against his huge hard cock – and then Luke cried out! He was home from nursery school, sick, and he had slept late."

"The sound made Donald hesitate, and I pushed against him. I told him to let me go, that I was a married woman, faithful to my husband – and a mother, with a sick child to see to! Luke called again, and he stood back and let me go. I rearranged my bikini top and put on the wrap. I told Donald to wait for me downstairs and hurried through to Luke's bedroom. He was OK, though – just wanted a drink of water and to lie in bed for a while. I got him a drink, then went downstairs to face Donald."

"When I got there, he was full of apologies – said he didn't know what had got into him and promised it would never happen again. He even offered to stop doing our laundry, and fix up a replacement for us. I said maybe I hadn't been careful enough around him – hadn't seen the warning signs – and maybe it was a little bit my fault, too. Anyway, I said, it was quite flattering for an old married woman to have a young, good-looking guy like that interested in her."

"So I said we'd just forget it ever happened, and he should keep on calling. Then I paid him, like usual, but I wasn't going to hug him – not after what happened upstairs. But when I saw the ashamed look on his face – he was just like a little boy who had been caught by his mother with a dirty magazine – well, I felt so sorry for him, I just had to put my arms round him, just to show him I still liked him."

My heart had practically stopped when Joan was describing her near-rape – especially when she had told how Donald had fondled her naked breasts – and now I was suffering the aftermath. It was like I had been the one who had been stopped, just as I was about to realise my fantasy of making love to this beautiful woman. I imagined how he had been feeling as he made his way back to the van, his hands still warm from cupping Joan's breasts, his cock stiff, his balls drawn up tight...

I took a long swallow from my glass. Joan had finished her drink. She stood up and shrugged off her blouse and brassiere, her hands rising to cup her incredible tits.

"Do you wish he had fucked me, Kyle?" she breathed, her eyes glittering, her thumbs tweaking her already fully erect nipples. "His hands on my tits were much rougher than yours – he was really squeezing them hard, he was so excited!"

I pulled her down beside me and mashed my mouth against hers. I took hold of her breasts and squeezed them, painfully, and she shuddered.

"Oh, yes, Kyle," she groaned. "That's what it was like – and his cock was like an iron bar!"

I pulled her hand to the front of my trousers and she said – "Yes – it was hard – like that! I wanted to take it out and feel it in my mouth!" She hurriedly opened the front of my trousers and released my throbbing erection. With a groan, she dropped her head, and her lips enclosed it in their velvety warmth. Her tongue ran up and down the inflamed glans.

"Shut your eyes and pretend it's Donald," I muttered, fiercely, straining my hips upwards to force even more of its rigid length into Joan's willing mouth. My hands were mauling her breasts mercilessly, and she was making strange little noises in the back of her throat. Her hand was now teasing the root of my cock, her lips running sensuously up and down the walls. 

"It's Donald's big hard cock in your mouth and Donald's rough hands on your naked tits," I whispered in her ear, as her head bobbed up and down over my straining crotch. 

"And when you've sucked him off and swallowed his load," I went on, "Donald's going to push you down on the bed and rip off your panties and spread your legs wide and – fuck you – and fuck you – and fuck your sopping cunt until you beg for mercy... "

As my mind conjured up the scene – Joan, naked, legs spread wide, writhing in ecstasy as Donald plunged his cock into her again and again – I couldn't hold back any longer and I pumped jet after jet of sperm into Joan's wet, warm mouth.

For a while, I was transposed out of my world into a galaxy where shooting stars darted, exploding, across an inkjet sky. My whole being was concentrated on the vibrant galactic release taking place inside my wife's welcoming lips, then, gradually, a great peace descended, and my head fell back.

My grip on Joan's breasts relaxed, but I couldn't let go – I never wanted to let go. Joan didn't move. Her head was still in my lap, my now flaccid cock still between her lips, her hand still gently pumping its base. 

I stroked her hair and, unbelievably, felt my penis twitch. I thought about what Joan had said, earlier, and my cock twitched again, and began to stiffen. She said she wanted to hear, again, what the removal men had wanted to do to her. I thought back to that overheard conversation – to Ray, who wanted to bend her over and fuck her from behind, holding her tits in his hands – and Mike, who wanted to fuck her standing up, his hands holding her bottom cheeks – to Louie, who had actually taken his chance and squeezed her delicious butt globes...

I felt Joan's fingers tighten on me as she sensed my cock begin to swell again.

"Do you want to hear about the removal men, again?" I whispered. Joan's fingers tightened convulsively and her head rose. She buried her face in my chest.

"Ooooh, yes, please," she breathed, against my chest. "Let's go upstairs – I've waited so long – tell me everything they said... everything they wanted to do..."

Chapter 4 – The Homeward Journey

We hardly slept, at all, that night. Of course, we fucked like crazy, but we also spent hours and hours, talking – sharing all the things we had been too nervous and scared to confide in each other before. We talked about our experiences before we had met each other – mainly teen fumbles which now seemed terribly exciting, in recollection – and our most secret fantasies, dark areas of our minds which we had concealed from each other, up to now, for fear of offending, or upsetting, each other.

I now realised that Joan had always thrilled at the thought of exposing herself to men, and imagining what they were thinking about, as they caught a glimpse of her generous cleavage, or sneaked a look up her skirt. When she was alone, she played with herself a lot, thinking about being with a man, or men – quite often in a situation where she was helpless, unable to resist, as he, or they, stripped her clothes away and fondled her gradually exposed charms until lust overtook them and she was forced on to her back, legs held apart, and a succession of long, thick cocks invaded her opened vagina.

Sometimes, I would appear in these fantasies, too, as a watcher, or, occasionally, as a participant, my cock finally plunging into a cunt made slick and slippery by the entrances and exits of those who had gone before.

And these fantasies matched my own. Ever since I had overheard the moving guys in the van, I had increasingly become aroused by the thought of Joan in another man's embrace – a stranger's hands fondling those big beautiful tits – Joan's mouth circling round someone else's pulsating erection – Joan's thighs clamping round another man's pistoning hips as his penis thrust into her open vagina.

In the ensuing weeks, we explored these previously hidden areas and could hardly keep our hands off each other. I found myself thinking of Joan when I was at work. I'd be sitting in an important meeting, feeling an erection growing in my pants as I thought of what I was going to do to her when I got home. Sometimes, I'd take time out, to call her, and tell her what I had planned, and she'd play with herself, on the other end of the line, and tell me what she was doing, so I could hardly stop myself taking my cock out, right there in the office, and masturbating furiously.

But, I knew it was just fantasy. Joan had got a real fright when things with Donald had really hotted up that day and, having come so close to losing control, she was now making sure she didn't get into such a situation again. Donald still called twice a week, and still got a friendly hug from Joan, on departure, but he now left the laundry in the kitchen, except on one or two occasions when Joan had company, and asked him to take it upstairs, as before, and put it away. But, on those occasions, she made sure none of her underwear or nightwear, was in sight, and she never heard him use the toilet.

My birthday was approaching, and it was Joan who suggested that, so that we could really 'relax' and enjoy it, we ask her parents, in Connecticut, to take the kids for a week – to stay with them. They were always asking us to do that and, although we would miss having them around, I agreed without any misgivings. The boys loved visiting their grandparents – and I couldn't help thinking of how much less inhibited Joan and I could be with our sex life, with the whole house at our disposal for 24 hours a day, if we wanted it. 

My cock was constantly stiff with anticipation at the thought of it. I was sure it was on Joan's mind, too – and she admitted as much as we drove away from her parents' home to start the journey back to Philadelphia. It was early evening, and she looked breathtaking, to me, in a light sea-green shell top, silky running shorts and a push-up bra which prominently displayed her tits. 

She heaved a sigh of contentment as we started off.

"Oh, Kyle," she said. "I shouldn't feel like this – leaving the boys for a whole week – but I'm so looking forward to us being on our own for all that time. I'm going to make this the best birthday you ever had."

I reached over with my free hand, and caressed her thigh. She grabbed my hand and pressed it, hard, into the V of her shorts. I felt the warm dampness, and my cock rose, anticipating the delights awaiting me at journey's end. I left my hand there, my middle finger slowly caressing Joan's cleft through the silky material, my eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead.

We were on the freeway when I heard the slow sound of a zip going down. The traffic was light, and I risked a glance across at Joan. Her shell-top was wide open, hanging down her sides, the top slopes of her breasts fully visible, practically down to her nipples. Her bra, although push-up, was also very transparent, and her large dark nipples were pushing hard against the skimpy material.

My mouth dried and I began to look for a rest place.

"No, Kyle," she murmured, reading my thoughts. "Let's wait till we get home. Let's spend the journey looking forward to it – but do keep stroking me down there whenever you can – your finger will have to do until I can get your big thick cock inside me."

By now, my 'big thick cock' was straining uncomfortably against the confines of my pants and, almost unconsciously, my foot was pressing on the gas pedal in my hurry to get back and fuck my lovely wife to oblivion.

I pulled out to overtake a huge truck and, as I passed it, was nearly scared out of my wits by a huge blast from its air horn.

"What the fuck?" I expostulated, as I pulled back into the inside lane, in front of the truck, which was flashing its lights at me in the rear view mirror. "What gives with that guy?"

Joan laughed, softly, and reached across for my hand, which I had pulled away from her when the air horn blasted.

"I think you'll find the driver wasn't passing a comment on your driving, darling," she said, softly. "From up there, he must have had a hell of a view as we passed him!"

Realisation dawned. I glanced over at Joan, again. Her face was very pink, her eyes shining. Under my questing fingers, the crotch of her silk shorts was damp and warm.

"Wow!" I breathed, as I imagined what the driver had seen – Joan's tits, practically uncovered, with my hand on her pussy. I looked in my mirror – the truck was well back, now, but there was another one up ahead.

I gained on him, slowly. I was about two hundred metres behind him, when Joan whispered – "Do you dare me, Kyle?"

I nearly stopped breathing. I knew what she meant.

"I double-dare you!" I replied, my voice shaking with excitement.

"How appropriate!" she giggled, then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her fingers fumble at the front fastening of her bra. The fastening gave, and her glorious tits tumbled free. She tucked her bra away to the side, under her shell top. I started to indicate, to overtake the truck, and pulled out into the outside lane.

Joan's hands were gripping the sides of her seat, her eyes staring ahead. As I drew level with the cab, I matched the truck's speed. For a few seconds, we drove side by side, then, again, I heard the blast of a horn. I stayed where I was, driving one-handed, my hand caressing Joan's soaking pussy. I could feel her wriggling her butt on the seat, then she moved her head and looked up at the truck.

The horn sounded again, and Joan lifted her hands away from her seat and cupped her breasts, running her fingers lightly over her nipples. The horn was now sounding incessantly, and Joan was squirming on her seat with excitement.

Suddenly, I pressed the accelerator, hard and shot away. The sound of the horn, and the sight of flashing headlights, signalled the truck-driver's appreciation as he rapidly receded into the distance.

Joan sank back in her seat, and pulled her shell-top closed.

"Ohhhh," she said, her voice quavering with excitement. "Oh, I've always wanted to do that. Oh, Jesus, Kyle – that was so exciting!"

Her hand disappeared inside her top, and she moaned in pleasure as she caressed her bare breasts. Her other hand slid down the front of her shorts.

"You just drive, now, Kyle – I have to do something about this – now! Just get me home as quick as you can – my finger's only a substitute for the real thing!"

But I couldn't help asking, as I returned my 'other' hand to the wheel – "Did you see the guy?"

"Oh, yes," she shuddered, as her fingers plunged down her shorts. "He was looking right down at my tits and, when I lifted them up, he made that sign that meant he wanted to fuck me! Oh, please don't let him catch us up, Kyle, or I'll have to let him take me into his cab and play with my big tits and fuck me … ohhhhhhhhh!"

Her body jerked convulsively and her head shot forward as she doubled up in the throes of a huge orgasm.

"Ohhhhhh," she breathed again, a long while later, as she straightened up. "Ohhhhh, that was soooooooo good."

Acting on a mischievous impulse, I began to drop my speed. The road behind us was empty. I was down to half our previous speed before she noticed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "I'm losing power, somehow. I've plenty gas, so it isn't that. Oh, well, I'll just have to wait for that trucker to catch us up, so I can ask him for help!"

"Kyle!" she cried, in sudden alarm, sitting straight up in her seat. "No!"

Her head swivelled, to look out the rear window, just as I stepped on the gas, again, and laughed. Joan swung her arm and punched me on the shoulder.

"You rotten bastard!" she said. "Just for that, I'm sleeping in the spare room tonight!"

"You can run, but you can't hide!" I laughed. "I'll come and get you – then you'll think you've been fucked by a dozen truckers!"

I slid my hand over the seat again and nestled it between her thighs, which were, now, a little sticky. Joan murmured contentedly, covering my hand with her own, and we drove home like that.

Our lovemaking that night was enlivened by tales of how the first truck driver had radioed all the other trucks on the freeway about the magnificent tits on display, resulting in our car being surrounded by huge horn-blowing trucks, and Joan having to spend half an hour in the cab of each one before being returned to me, stark naked, and covered in sperm and love-bites, for me to take home...

Chapter 5 – Happy Birthday!

We had a great few days together – plenty sex, uninhibited by the presence of the kids, but also a lot of 'normal' pursuits – shopping, picnics, visits to parts of Philly we hadn't yet got around to seeing.

My actual birthday was on Thursday, and Joan had arranged a drinks party for all our new friends and neighbours, to start early in the afternoon. At 11.30, she said she thought I should start getting ready – to take a shower, then dress casually. When I had done that, Joan said that she would have to dress, ready for our 'guest'.

"Guests!" I corrected her. She gave me a strange look.

"Guests?" she said. "I though I said 'guest'."

Something inside me quivered and I suddenly felt a little shaky. My heartbeat was irregular and my tongue was suddenly too large for my mouth. The expression on Joan's face was strange – I had never seen anything quite like it before. She looked nervous, as though of an approaching ordeal, but excited – anticipatory, as well.

Suddenly, she stepped forward and took my head in both of her hands. Pulling me down, she gave me a long, deep kiss.

"I love you, Kyle," she said, with all the sincerity at her command. "Just don't forget that – whatever happens. But now – you've got to trust me, and don't ask questions. OK?"

I didn't dare think. I just nodded, and hugged her, tightly. She clung to me for a few seconds, then stepped back.

"Will you do what I ask – no questions – please?" she asked, her face serious, with 'that' look on it, again.

I nodded my agreement.

Joan explained that she wanted me to get into the regular closet with the louvered doors, opposite our bedroom bathroom. From that vantage point I could see the entire bedroom, including the entrance to the walk-in clothes closet. She made me promise to not say anything until she asked me to, and to remain in the closet until she asked me to come out. And she insisted that I keep my eyes open. She put on the stereo and tuned it to a soft rock station.

I watched her in the bathroom through the louvered doors. I could see right in. She put on a white satin garter belt and sheer white thigh-high stockings. She then put on a pair of her white bikini panties, which emphasised the glorious cleavage of her wonderful ass cheeks. Then a pair of white sling back pumps that raised her magnificent ass to a beautifully featured prominence, tightening the muscles, and rounding its incredibly enticing shape. It was a sight that always gave me an instant hardon and started me thinking about the virgin orifice nestling within. My cock was now huge – painfully erect. 

She began applying her eye shadow and then her lipstick. I watched as the reflection of her beautiful breasts lightly swayed from side to side, in the mirror. I asked her if she wanted me to get one of my favorite brassieres for her to wear but she refused, saying that she'd get it. 

"Just please stay in there, and say nothing, Kyle – please," she said. I could tell that her tension had gone up several notches – and mine was practically at breaking-point. It was then that we heard the sound of a vehicle drawing up, in the drive outside the house. Joan stiffened, and her face went a little pale. She turned back to the mirror.




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I was getting ready for bed, down to my boxers, when she came in. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you." She said, smiling. I sat down on the bed and smiled at her. "It's ok. I was just about to go to sleep. You know you're welcome in my room whenever, Bella." It was their third night in a row to have a sleepover, and I was getting used to her popping in and out of my room at random moments. Not like we'd never done this before, it just wasn't consecutive. The main reason for the prolonged visit was my birthday being in a few hours. Bella wanted to stay over and keep me company, and she also said she had a surprise for me.

It was my 18th birthday, and I was pretty excited. There was so much stuff you could do, so much stuff you were allowed to do, when you turned 18. Bella sat down on the bed with me, and the mattress dipped slightly as she tucked her legs underneath her. She was wearing a tight white tank top that had lace on the shoulder straps and around the neckline, which was cut very low, and I could see a large amount of her exposed breasts. Gray boy shorts covered her bottom half, or as much of the small amount of fabric could cover her. I could see her taut tummy peeking out beneath the clingy fabric of her shorts, and if the legs were any shorter, I would have been able to see the junction where her thighs met the rest of that long, lean body. 

I pulled my eyes away from her body, and felt my face growing hot. Bella had always been a beautiful girl, but she was almost 19 now, and I could see the woman she would turn into. She definitely had filled out a lot of those womanly curves. I grabbed a pillow quickly and threw it onto my lap, hiding my rampant erection. She smiled knowingly and scooted closer, her naked thigh touching mine. "You know, Jake, you have grown up a lot in these five years I've known you," Her hand trailed slowly up and down my leg, and I felt like I was on fire. I pressed the pillow more firmly into my lap. "and you have really filled out that body of yours," she said, her eyes looking me up and down, an approving look on her face. She gave me a cat like smile and leaned a little closer. 

Her other hand was rubbing my lower back now, and my cock throbbed painfully. I hoped she didn't feel it jump when she continued to caress my naked skin with her hot hands. "I really want you to enjoy your 18th birthday. I know your mom's got a great party planned, and we're doing all the celebrations tomorrow, but..." She snatched the pillow off my lap and threw it to the floor, "I want to give you your present early."

My eyes must have been as big as saucers, at least that's what it felt like, and I know my mouth was hanging open. She pushed me back flat on the bed, and my legs followed. Swinging a leg over my waist, she sat down, straddling me. I know I was blushing again, because I was sure she could feel my erection through the thin fabric that was our sleeping clothes. "Uh, what are you...?" I started to ask, but my question was cut off as her hot mouth pressed into mine. My cock throbbed beneath her, and she must have felt it because she moaned a little, and pressed her mouth harder against mine. Her lips slid gently across mine, and then she took my bottom lip in her mouth and sucked on it, gently nibbling the tender flesh. I growled in frustration, although it sounded more like a whine. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, and mine lashed out in response. 

While we were making out, she was slowly grinding her hips against mine, pressing my erection hard between her legs, and I swear I could almost feel her wetness on the head of my cock. I thought I was about to cum in my boxers, but then she stopped kissing me and lifted her hips off mine. A well defined tent was visible now, and you could see where the precum had leaked out and soaked a wet spot on my boxers. I was about to beg her not to stop, I was so incredibly horny and my cock was rock hard, but instead of getting up to leave, she slid down the length of my body and whipped my boxers off. 

She settled herself between my legs and took my hard cock in one of her soft hands, stroking it. I groaned and clenched my teeth, "God, that feels good."

She smiled and stopped stroking me, but kept her hand on my shaft. "Oh, that's not the end of it, honey. This is your real present," and she took the head of my cock into her mouth. My hips jerked involuntarily, as I was not expecting this, accidentally forcing my cock further into her mouth. She just smiled around me and worked on the head of my cock, the tip of her tongue tracing the grooves of the head of my penis, her other hand caressing my balls gently. 

A flicker of common sense went through my mind, and I tried to control myself. "Bella, ahhh, you can't...it's...oohhh...my mom...sleeping....shit, what if...what if someone walks in?" I barely choked the words out as she took me further into her mouth. "Oh, fuck...", I hissed, then layed back down on the bed, stroking her hair and taking my present in good grace. Her head bobbed up and down, working gently on my cock, as her tongue teased the bottom of my shaft, and her hands gently squeezed my balls. It was all too much.

"Oooooohh, Bella, if...if you keep that up, I'm gonna....gonna cum in your...mouth...ahhhh," I warned her. She heard me, but didn't pull back. Instead, she started going faster, taking my cock deeper inside her throat, and massaging my balls heavily. I tried really hard not to press her head down as she went up and down on my cock, but when I was about to shoot my load, I pushed her head further down, until her lips reached the base of my cock. 

She didn't protest, just started milking my cock with her throat muscles. I could feel the cum rushing up the length of my shaft and hit the back of her throat. Amazingly, she swallowed all of it, and didn't stop sucking on me until I was limp.

Gently she let go of my depleted cock, a big grin on her face. Crawling back up to me, she kissed me on the lips briefly. "Happy birthday, Jake." 



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Characters in this story are fictional!

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This had to be the longest trip ever. My name is Sean and my wife and I were five hours into the six hour drive to her parents place so that I could "get to know them better". So basically it would suck.

I looked over to the passenger seat at my recently married wife Lucy and couldn't help but think about how lucky I was.

She was sleeping with her head against the window, her light brown golden hair hanging over her chest. I reached over and brushed away the hair blocking her chest. Her brilliant breasts were far from small and were practically bursting from her tight, light blue top. I savoured the memory of first seeing them and feeling their warmth and firmness. Her breasts alone made men and women alike turn their heads when she walked past. However her most brilliant features were her eyes.

Bright and blue her eyes fluttered opened noticing me watching her. Her eyes were so innocent yet playful and a simple look and a smile could make any mans legs wobble.

"What are you looking at handsome?" she said straightening up and wiping the sleep from her eyes.

"My gorgeous wife" I replied grinning.

"Well make sure you take a look at the road once in a while" she smiled giggling.

"You're not making it easy" I said playing along.

"I'm about to make it harder" she grinned with that playful glint shining in her eyes. She lifted her top, slowly and seductively revealing her perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard and when she squeezed them together playfully I almost let go of the wheel. She bent over and licked her right nipple rolling it around and making it harder.

Her nipples weren't the only thing getting hard as a tent formed in my jeans.

"Honey I'm driving" I began.

"Don't worry I'll do all the work"

She leant over and unzipped my jeans. My rock hard cock flopped out. It was eight inches and tensed as her warm fingers probed around the head. She pulled away and slipped a hand up her skirt. I looked up at her amazing eyes staring straight back.

She panted and moaned a little then pulled her hand up. It was soaked with her pussy juice and she then began to jerk me off using her own cum. The feeling was amazing as her cum ran down my dick and onto my jeans.

She grasped firmly, squeezing and then letting go, squeezing and letting go. Her fingers ran down the length of my cock and stopped at my balls squeezing them hard.

I was sweating now and having trouble switching my gaze between the road and my wife's hand fondling my balls. Precum was oozing from my cock and Lucy took some in her finger and ran it along her rosy lips before sucking it all off seductively.

Finally she knelt down flicking the head of my cock with her tongue. Since we had first started going out Lucy had become increasing good at blowjobs and had learnt to deep throat my eight inches. She sucked all the way down until her lips touched my balls and my cock hit the back of her throat. She held for a few seconds then drew away, strings of saliva connecting my prick and her tongue. 

I knew I couldn't last as she sucked and licked and deepthroated my throbbing cock. She began squeezing the hilt of my dick with one hand, fondling my balls with the other and licking the head of my dick. I could feel the pressure building in my balls. 

She sensed it too and began deepthroating my cock again nuzzling my stomach with her nosed as her tongue explored my cock. It twirled around it over and over until I looked down at her, seeing her brilliant eyes starring up cheekily.

I came for what felt like hours and Lucy just kept swallowing and starring up at me. She pulled off and swallowed what was left cleaning my cum covered dick thoroughly.

When we finally arrived at her parents she greeted her mother at the door but was met with suspicion. When she looked in the mirror she saw a line of cum dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it away and licked her fingers but from that moment I knew this weekend with her parents would be tough. However my wife would forever give the best blowjobs...

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**for those who read or commented badly on previous stories give me a break. I'm just doing this for fun and come on, they're just stories. Please comment but please keep criticism constructive.



The Best Business Trip



Jeff got off the airplane already missing his wife. He knew this would be a good conference, but five days without Dani would be unbearable. He already missed the comfort he felt in the middle of the night as she snuggled into him while they spooned, his cock lying in the tender crack of her ass as he reached around and held onto a breast in his sleep, let alone the mornings of being awakened by her mouth on his cock.

Jeff stopped at one of the airport's newstands and picked up two adult magazines thinking maybe beating off while seeing pictures of other women getting fucked would help cure his own longing. It was going to be a long five days.

He checked into his hotel and settled in for the night, flipping through one magazine before taking care of himself and going to sleep. The next day the conference was good -- the first day always is catching up with old friends. But then evening came around.

He was in the hotel bar when he thought he saw her. He was trying not to stare, but he had to know. Jeff walked up to the bar to get another drink, taking an indirect route so that he could walk past her table. And it was her.

Jeff hadn't seen Rebecca in 7 years. He'd been in his first year of his PhD program in economics. She'd been a senior at a different university in the same city. Their relationship had lasted only 4 months -- but she had been the best lover of his life. They'd split up when she left that summer to head to grad school, up north, in geology. The only thing Jeff knew about geology was that Rebecca could make him rock hard with the slightest word, movement, or glance. They'd stayed in touch for a short time, but Jeff had met Dani that fall and married her a year-and-a-half later.

Rebecca was at a table with two other men, coworkers it seemed, one much older than her. Jeff walked up from behind her, "Pardon me gentleman, but I must say this woman looks even better than she did the last time I saw her seven years ago." She turned around, she knew the deep voice, and smiled broadly at him. His heart melted and thoughts of what might have been overcame him.

Seeing her excitement, "We'll leave you two to catch up," one of her colleagues said. Jeff noticed that Rebecca was wearing a wedding band, too.

They quickly established that while he was in Philadelphia for his political economics conference, there was also a geology conference in town. Throughout their conversation, colleagues neither had seen in a while interupted to say hello.

"I'm enjoying our catching up, shall we continue this more privately where there will be no interruptions?" Jeff asked.

"I'm sharing a room with a friend, how about your room?" Rebecca replied.

They hurried to an elevator and upon entering Jeff's room sat on the bed together. Before he knew it, Rebecca had pushed him onto his back and had her lips planted firmly on his. His hands moved up her sides, sliding under her shirt, and feeling her skin for the first time in years.

"I hope you have a rubber," Jeff said. It was crude but he remembered her saying the same thing the first time he'd kissed her. It shocked him and he'd never forgotten. Thank God he'd had one that first night.

She chuckled getting the joke. "Don't worry, you don't need one now, big guy."

They made love like they'd been lovers all along. Jeff realized that his memories of Rebecca being his best lover weren't mere myths, she was the most vocal, sensual partner he'd ever had. It wasn't just the way she moved, but what she said during the heat of passion. Rebecca told Jeff in the heat of their fucking that so often while with her husband she'd thought of him, how no one had ever filled her up like he did.

Jeff was happy to see she was still multi-orgasmic, coming three times while riding him. "God you're so fucking huge," she cried bouncing up and down on him. "It's your turn now," as she reached behind her with one hand and fondled his balls. He felt her pussy tighten with a fourth orgasm and he could hold back no longer. He cried out, "Oh fuck Bec. You're so tight. Don't stop." Her pace quickened as he unloaded inside her, Jeff holding her hips and guiding her bouncing.

She slid off and onto her side beside him, purr'd and she fell asleep. 



When he woke up, Rebecca was lying in bed beside him, reading one of the magazines he'd picked up at the airport.

He was embarrased but lay there and watched her. "Good morning," he said. She just smiled.

"You know I picked that up at the airport. I thought five days without Dani would be hard. I didn't know the best lover of my life would be sitting at the hotel bar ... waiting for me to take her back to my room and fuck her."

She smiled and went back to studying the pictures. One man, one woman, both beautiful, fucking.

"I bet we look this sexy, your big cock in my pussy," she said.

"I know we do," Jeff said. "Sometimes when we used to do it doggy-style, I had trouble not coming cause just watching me slide in and out of you was so sexy."

With that Rebecca flipped the page, the couple had stopped fucking and he had his cock inches from the model's face. The other side of the page showed the model covered in come, smiling up at the camera through the streaks of come.

"What it is with men and this?" she said. "Aaron's been wanting to come on my face for years."

"And you haven't let him?" said Jeff. "Dani and I love that. No better way to end a titty-fuck. She just looks so beautiful with my come all over her. You know, you would too!"

"He knows he can come anywhere but there -- you know how much I love come on my tits -- it's just, I never thought that was appealing."

"Nothing wrong with that," Jeff said. "You're still the hottest, sexiest lover I've ever had. And the hottest dirty talker I know. Even if you never have said those four magic words."

"Four magic words?", she questioned?

"You know, 'Come on my face'," he said. 

"Speaking of fantasies," Jeff continued, "have you lived yours out yet." Rebecca smiled shyly. "Uh, no. I don't think Aaron is man enough to handle two women, so I've never mentioned it. It's probably time I head back to my room. I'll be here at 7pm tonight for round two?"

"I'll bring the rope," Jeff said and she put on yesterday's clothes and let herself out.

After Rebecca let herself out, Jeff sent an email. One of his online friends happened to live outside Philadelphia where the conference was being held. He'd never met Tamara but he knew a few things about her. He knew that she was sexy as hell, that she was bisexual, and the she reportedly loved a good facial. Tamara fit right in to Jeff's plans for the evening.

In the email he gave her details of his evening and invited her to meet him for an early dinner in a secluded diner in the city. He said he'd provide more details then.

Jeff checked his email every chance he got that day, until the one-liner came "See you at Sandy's diner at 5pm. -Tam".



Jeff was nervous as he arrived early at the diner. He'd never met anyone from online before. But then he saw her, in the corner, in the sundress she said she'd be wearing. She recognized him but waited until he got closer to her table before first leaning over to provide a great shot of her cleavage then standing to meet him. She knew Jeff was tall but was surprised at just how tall he was. He bent down and they kissed one another on the cheek.

Throughout their conversation, each was too excited to eat, Jeff couldn't believe how attractive Tamara was. Her smile radiated kindness and her body radiated something far more carnal. He couldn't believe that in a few short hours he'd be with Tamara, one of the sexiest women he'd ever seen, and Rebecca, the best lover he'd ever had. Assuming that Tamara was still up for this after their meeting.

Tamara pushed their plates aside and reached across the table and took Jeff's hands. They were huge and she certainly noticed. Between his 6'7" height and his huge hands, Tamara was hoping that everything else about Jeff was built proportionately.

They finished making their plans as they stood up to leave. Jeff gave Tamara a room key and directions. "7:45 on the dot. She'll be blind folded and tied. You know what to do."

"Oh I KNOW what to do, baby," Tamara said and she gave Jeff a hug, pulling him into her. She pulled his face down and kissed him on the lips this time, her tongue darting, for a split second, into his mouth.

Jeff walked her to her car and opened and closed the door behind her. He waved and started shaking slightly as he walked back to his own car.



At 7pm, Rebecca arrived back at Jeff's room. She was ready to go but Jeff knew he had to kill some time. He made small talk for a bit until Rebecca started stripping, trying to move the evening along.

As she took off her dress, Jeff saw she was wearing silk thigh-high stockings and he swallowed hard. Beautiful he thought. Stepping out of the dress, she had on just a black lacey bra, her tiny panties, and the stockings.

Now Jeff stood staring. She saw his pants begin to move. Rebecca started to roll the first stocking down. "No, stop," said Jeff. "How many geologists where silk thigh highs, Professor?"

"Oh I don't know. But I'm guessing I was probably the only one at the conference today wearing them."

"Then leave them on.... But let's see those perky tits," he said as Rebecca stepped towards him and pushed him down on the bed. She stepped between his legs and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor and letting her breasts fall around his face. One lick then his hands surrounded her breasts, holding them while he savored their softness.

His hands moved down her and eased the panties down over her butt. He pushed them down below her knees then she stepped out of them. As Jeff sat on the foot of the bed, feet on the floor, Rebecca took a step forward, putting one knee on the bed beside him, then the other, putting her pussy in his face.

They collapsed backwards together. Jeff grabbed her ass and pulled her pussy toward his mouth. She thought he was going to take his mouth straight to her pussy -- but he'd gotten a glimpse of his watch.

Instead, Jeff flipped Rebecca over, the suddenness and forcefulness of the move excited her and caused her to skip a breath.

Jeff now held her hands over her head as he kissed her. He moved her hands so that he could hold both of her wrists above her with one of his hands while he reached into the night stand with the other.

There beside the Gideon Bible were the ropes he'd put there earlier in the evening. He held them above her as she smiled, remembering some of their games from seven years ago.

He kissed his way up her left arm before securing it to the headboard. He kissed his way back down that arm, across her breasts, and up her right arm then tied it to the post.

7:35. Perfect.

Her legs were still free but she didn't fight. She knew that only pleasure awaited her, though she clearly had no idea the night that Jeff had arranged.

Jeff kissed down her body, his tongue circling but not touching her nipples, kissing down her naval, then around her pussy, down the inside of her right thigh, his tongue trailing down her calf until he looped the rope around her ankle then secured the other end to the footboard.

He wasted no time moving to the left ankle before tying it. He kissed back up her left leg, flicking his tongue on her pussy lips but avoiding her swollen clit.

He backed away from the bed, checked his watch, and removed his own clothes. Her mouth watered at the sight of his enormous erection and she licked her lips.

As Jeff knelt over her, his cock over her face, she was expecting him to stick it in her mouth. She knew he had loved fucking her mouth when he had her tied up. But that's not what he did. Instead he reached back into the nightstand -- this was new, she thought -- and pulled out a blindfold. They hadn't done this before.

Jeff put it over Rebecca's eyes and tied it tightly, kissing her mouth while doing so.

7:41.

Jeff whispered in her ear, "What would your students say, Professor, if they saw you tied up and blindfolded, wearing nothing but black silk stockings? About to get fucked by a man that's not your husband?"

She grinned knowingly. She knew she was hot and her husband told her all the time how her male students, a bunch of horny 19 and 20 year olds undoubtedly went home and masturbated after class. He also told her how her old stodgy geology professor colleauges probably did the same thing. She liked the thoughts of her students doing it better. She imagined they thought up more creative ways to use her sexy body for their pleasure.

"And, Professor, what would your students say?" Rebecca said. "You know those poor girls in your undergraduate econ classes go home each day and rub their pussies thinking about you, wondering if all those theories about supply and demand are true -- if they demanded your cock, would you supply it?"

7:43. He kissed he on the mouth. Enough talk.

He kissed down her body, he was providing ample attention to her stomach when he heard the door, barely audibly, crack open. 

Jeff put up a finger to tell Tamara to wait, he tried to get a good look at what she was wearing but he didn't want to turn his head from Rebecca.

He kissed down her stomach, and slowly, teasingly, down her left leg. Doing so, he allowed himself to slide off of the bed, kissing down to her toes, one by one.

With that, Tamara knew what to do. Jeff stepped back and saw Tamara had shed her clothes -- except for her red silk stockings. Jeff couldn't believe the coincidence and his broad smile got a little broader.

She started on Rebecca's right toes. Kissing slowly, kissing up her foot to her calf. Up the inside of thigh and Tamara climbed onto the bed. Tamara wanted to kiss and tease more but she thought she better get to Rebecca's pussy before Rebecca realized what was happening.

When Tamara's mouth reached Rebecca's pussy she allowed her hands to slide up Rebecca's left thigh, one on the inside, one on the outside. Tamara's tiny hands on Rebecca being the giveaway.

"Jeff?" Rebecca questioned. He moved up from the base of the bed where he'd been studying Tamara's ass, and her pussy lips visible from behind as she knelt over Rebecca. Jeff licked a nipple on the way and whispered in her ear, "Yes babe?" All the while Tamara's mouth remaining on Rebecca's pussy -- getting closer and closer to her clit.

Rebecca didn't say anything, still shocked. "This is my friend, Tamara, Bec. Tamara is going to help us out tonight. Just lay back, relax, and enjoy." Then he kissed her lips and moved back to a chair by the bed to enjoy the show. Jeff lightly touched his balls while watching, he wanted to stroke his cock but thought he'd allow that honor for the two beautiful women in his bed.

Tamara moved up Rebecca's body now kissing her breasts, allowing her breasts hanging over Rebecca to just barely tough Rebecca's stomach as she moved to kiss her neck, Tamara's nipples hardened at the touch of Rebecca's soft skin. Then she kissed Rebecca on the mouth. As she pulled back, Rebecca moved her head forward until her constraints would allow her to go no further. She clearly didn't want her first kiss with another woman to end so soon. "You're a beauitful woman Rebecca. I'm so glad Jeff emailed me today. Here's how this is going to work: I'm going to finish eating your sweet pussy -- I've never seen anyone as wet as you -- then I will untie you. Then the three of us can do whatever YOU want. ANYTHING."

With that, Jeff moved over and removed Rebecca's blindfold so she could see the beautiful woman speaking to her -- the woman making love to her.

She kissed Rebecca again, catching her mouth open in the middle of a gasp Rebecca had started to make at Tamara's words and her first sight of her, not closing her eyes during the kiss, but making deep eye contact . Tamara's tongue entered Rebecca's mouth. Rebecca loved the strength and power of a man above her, but the fragility and tenderness of Tamara's body above her was undescribable.

Tamara moved back down Rebecca's body, kissing her breasts, biting gently, then going lower. When Tamara returned to Rebecca's pussy, Rebecca said, "Jeff, I need your hands on me." And so he knelt beside the bed, his hands massaging her breasts, as Tamara skillfully licked Rebecca's pussy.

Rebecca groaned softly. Jeff had noticed she'd been much quieter tonight than he'd ever known her but he figured that would change. Then Jeff moved one hand and held one of Rebecca's hands that was tied to the headboard. With that touch of affection, Rebecca started to come. Her hips bucked wildly and Tamara reached under her, holding Rebecca's ass still and her hips off the bed as Tamara's tongue only increased in speed though moved just to the side of Rebecca's clit. Tamara knew that Rebecca couldn't stand much more direct contact and that her orgasm would last longer with less direct stimulation. Rebecca continued to shake and finally screamed louder than Jeff had ever heard her scream before collapsing motionless.

Tamara moved upward, her face soaked in Rebecca's juices, and kissed her, trying to revive the exhausted, satiated woman.

Tamara layed on top of Rebecca, their legs entertwined. The contrast of their red and black silk stockings drove Jeff crazy. Tamara moved one soaking cheek over Rebecca's, then Rebecca stirred and kissed Tamara deeply. Tamara held Rebecca's head with one hand, the other exploring her chest, and they continued the kiss. Meanwhile Jeff untied Rebecca's constraints, legs then hands, and when her arms were free, Rebecca sat up and hugged Tamara tightly, then took Tamara's head in one hand and held her while kissing her deeply.

Then Rebecca pulled Jeff toward her and kissed him. "Thank you, Jeff. Oh thank you. Here's what we do next, Tamara. Look at Jeff's big cock. I think he needs some relief."

"Mmm, I know Bec. It looks like Jeff could use some relief. That big cock fits in your tight little pussy?" she asked playfully.

Jeff sat back down in the chair he'd been in. Both women made their way from the bed and knelt down in front of Jeff, his cock pointing straight toward the ceiling.

Tamara had been in enough threesomes before to know not to get too greedy when the man 'belonged' to the other woman so she waited for Rebecca to cover Jeff's cock with her mouth first. Then Tamara moved her head in, licking and fondling Jeff's balls.

Jeff had only dreamed of feeling two mouths on his cock before. Now he was in heaven.

When Rebecca stopped sucking, both she and Tamara took long licks up Jeff's shaft, flicking their tongue around the tip of his penis as their tongues reached the top, then they kissed one another. They repeated this scene four or five more times, the first few times making sensual eye contact with each other, the last two times, making deep eye contact with Jeff.

"Ah, this feels great girls, but you know Bec, I think Tam's pussy probably needs some attention. Let's not ignore our honored guest."

Rebecca took Jeff's cock in her mouth one last time going down quickly and then coming up very slowly while her hand pulled down gently on his balls. Then after freeing Jeff's cock, Bec kissed Tamara on the cheek. "Lay back on the bed, Tam. I've wanted to lick some pussy for a long time. Let's see if I'm any good at it."

Tamara laid back on the bed and using two fingers, held her pussy lips apart for Rebecca. "I know you're gonna be great, baby. Just take your time and enjoy." Rebecca moved between Tamara's legs, letting a breast glide down her stomach then moving back so just the nipple glided across Tamara's wet clit making Tamara shudder. Rebecca was nervous but when Tamara said breathlessly "Look at you, you already know some tricks on how to make love to a woman," Rebecca smiled confidantly and some of her nervousness went away.