0 comments/ 9146 views/ 1 favorites Thursday Rendezvous By: KarinDiSeduzione She was nervous, excited. They were meeting today--THE RENDEZVOUS. They had been talking about it for days. He had made arrangements for a room, but she didn't know really all that he had in mind. She was on edge--in a good way--anticipating. The sexual tension in her was about to burst. They were meeting for lunch at a very nice seafood restaurant. He told her what car he would be driving. She told him what she would be wearing--black skirt with a split almost to her hip and black heels, black tank top and dress jacket. She wanted him to want her. She told him that morning that there would also be a surprise when they met--no panties and access in the crotch of her pantyhose. She tantalized him with the idea of her touching herself before getting out of her vehicle, and giving him a taste of herself before going into the restaurant. She could hear his breath catch when she shared this plan with him on the phone. She smiled to herself. She knew he liked the idea. She spent much of the morning in preparations--a long, hot, luxurious shower. As she washed herself with the soapy washcloth, she imagined it was his hands sliding over her body--and moaned with the pleasure of anticipation. She washed her hair--again and again until she was satisfied that it would be perfect when dried. She dried and powdered and perfumed. She let her hair dry a little bit on its own while she made sure her clothes were just right. She styled her hair, taking time to make sure that it lay prefectly. Then, it was make up time--nothing too much--just a little foundation and a bit of blush. She waited until just before time to meet him to add a little lipstick--nothing too brash or bold. She drove to the restaurant. Her mind was awhirl with anticipation of what was to happen later. When she was almost there, she spread her legs as she drove, and dipped her fingers inside her quim, and covered them with the scent of her love nest. She drove to where she thought the restaurant was, panicked a little when she wasn't finding it, but drove on a little further and saw the sign--Jim's Seafood. The parking lot was full. She couldn't find his car. But, he flashed his lights for her, and she pulled into the space beside him. It was raining. He got out of his car, and brought an umbrella with him. She got out of her van when the umbrella was opened, and they stood together in the rain and kissed briefly. He asked for a taste of her fingers, and moaned with pleasure as he sucked her love juice from them. They made their way into the restaurant and were ushered to a small table in the back by a window with a wonderful view of the river. The river was low and the tumbling of the water over the sluice was almost mesmerizing. Small talk ensued. They discussed what to order. There were a few allusions to later--a couple of blushes by her, and some smiles of anticipation from both of them. The lunch was delicious. He ordered Boston Scrod and she ordered Galveston Oysters. They talked and laughed and enjoyed each other's company. Mutually, they agreed that it was time to leave. The rain had stopped. There was a freshness in the air that always follows a good rain. They walked to the cars, kissed. She followed him in her van. The anticipation was welling up in her--slightly jangled nerves--raw with excitement about what was to come in just a little bit. His left blinker was on. Oh, my! She followed him through the parking lot of the hotel. Her nerves were atingle. Her legs felt weak. Would she be able to walk with him? He parked. She parked. She managed to get out of the car and bring her bag of "necessities." He smiled at her. She calmed a bit. They walked together. He made small talk--bits and pieces about nothing in particular--to calm her. He was a bit nervous too, but more confident than she. When they got to the door, he unlocked it and held it for her to enter first. It was as he had described--a nice room with a king sized bed. He had turned back the sheets already. Her breath caught in her chest. He turned on some lights, and came back to her. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply--soul to soul. She responded in kind, her small tongue waging passion's war with his larger one. There were no losers in this war--only winners. This kiss ignited the passion that had been dwelling within both of them. She could feel him grow hard against her as her quim became damp. He broke the kiss and said he was going for ice for later. She walked around the room, unsure of what to do. Within a few minutes, he was back. He came to her again and kissed her gently. He slipped her jacket off her shoulders and very carefully hung it up. He kissed her again. This time he moved down her neck and kissed her chest. He took the bottom of her shirt in his hands and started to pull up. She raised her arms to help him take it off. Her shirt was off. He put his arms around her, kissed her again. He ran his hands over her shoulders and back. It was the first time he had touched her skin there. The tingle from his hands was electric to her. It sent shivers up her spine and fire into her groin. She responded--kissing him deeply, passionately. He moved his hands up to the hooks of her brassiere. Within seconds her breasts were freed. He took a moment to look at her, bent down and gently teased each nipple with his tongue and hands. Her breath caught. She thought her knees would buckle. He started to unzip her skirt. It caught, and she helped him finish. It fell to the floor in a pool of black. She was clad only in the crotchless pantyhose. She slid them down, and there she was, just as God had made her without the encumbrances of clothing. He held her, kissed her, running his hands over her body as if he wanted to melt her into him. It was his turn to undress. He asked her to lie on the bed and wait for him. She watched as he undressed--slowly. Her loins were aching. She wanted him to hurry, but she was patient--he would be hers soon. First, he removed his jacket and hung it next to hers. Then he removed his shirt and undershirt. She was getting anxious--she wanted him next to her. Finally, he removed his pants and underwear. Oh, she could hardly wait for him to walk across the room! He moved to the bed and lay down next to her. Her heart was pounding. She was breathless. He put his arms around her and pulled her close--body to body, skin to skin. It felt so good to be held. They kissed--deeply as if their tongues could touch the other's soul. She moaned in pleasure. Intent on pleasuring her, he kissed her chin, her jaw line, her neck, and moved down her body to kiss her chest. In turn, he gently kissed each nipple, lightly running his tongue over each one. Her nipples immediately hardened in response. He moved on down her body, kissing lightly over her abdomen and down to her naval. He ran his tongue inside French kissing that hollow. She gasped and moaned at the sensation. Her hips were already starting to move in anticipation of the delights that were to come. He moved further down. He kissed the inside of her right thigh, moving all the way down to kiss the sensitive spot on the back of her knee. Slowly, deliberately, sensuously teasing her senses, he moved back up her right thigh. She thought he was going to her quim, but he moved to her left thigh and slowly and deliberately repeated the process. He kissed her gently down the inside of her left thigh to the back of her knee and then back up. She was breathless with anticipation, making pleasure moans with each touch of his lips and tongue. Her hips were starting to thrust. She wanted him so! Her legs were quivering with excitement. He gently pulled her dew lips apart. He flicked her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. The touch sent a jolt of electric pleasure throughout her body. Her body tensed. She moaned unable to express her pleasure in any other way. She pushed towards him. His lingual attentions to her quim and clit became more intense. He started at the entrance to her love canal and gently but quickly licked up over her dew lips to her clit. She cried out at the sensation. She was even wetter. He had his hands on her hips. She put her hands on his and gripped tightly. Raising her pelvis she thrust to his mouth, rocking her hips in rhythm with his flicking tongue on her clit. She made breathless sounds of pleasure with each brush of his tongue. Her breathing became ragged. Her cries were coming more quickly. Her pelvis moved more fervently. His tongue darted on her clit stimulating it to an intense hardness and sensitivity. She could feel her orgasm building deep inside her. She could hold it no longer. There was an explosion from within her that felt like jolts of electricity to every part of her body, especially from her quim. She had cum! He tasted the sweet spiciness of her love juices--cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg. He loved the smell of her--the taste of her. He took all of her in, basking in the joy of the orgasm that HE had caused--relishing the satisfaction at being the one to make her feel such pleasure. He kissed her clit one more time--kissed her dew lips and her thighs, and then moved up to lie beside her. He moved his hands over her body, talking sweetly to her. Her breath was still ragged from the orgasm, and her heart was racing. He could feel its rapid rhythm in her chest. He talked to her, encouraging her to slow her breathing and relax in the afterglow. He turned her face towards his, and leaned down to deeply soul kiss her, tongue to tongue--allowing her to share in the taste of her cum--the results of their passion. She kissed him fervently. She nudged him onto his back, and climbed on top of him and lay her body the length of his. They were nose to nose, breast to chest, pelvis to pelvis. She spread her legs so she was astride. She continued to kiss him and he responded in kind. He put his arms around her and held her closer. She kissed his lips. She kissed his face. She kissed his eyes. She moved down and flicked her tongue on his earlobe. He moaned with pleasure. She moved further down his body. She kissed his chest with soft butterfly kisses. She kissed and teased each of his nipples to hardness. Further, further she moved down his body. Slowly, she kissed his abdomen. She French kissed his naval. He groaned with pleasure. She kissed further down. She moved her hands over his belly and legs. She kissed his inguinal areas. She kissed the insides of his thighs--light kisses--just flicking her tongue on his skin. She teased his manhood with her hands--just very lightly running her hand over the head and down the shaft. Gently, she squeezed his nut sacks. He moaned. He was getting hard. She moved down and took one of his nuts in her mouth and sucked--running her tongue lightly over the skin. He moaned again with pleasure. She took the other one in her mouth and again teased the skin with her small darting tongue. He moaned at the sensation. He was even harder. She started to give attention to his dick. She started at the base, and began to lick up the shaft with soft wet licks--with her tongue flattened so he could feel the velvety wet smoothness against his sensitive skin. Slowly, slowly she moved up--licking all the while. He called her name, and told her how good it felt. She smiled to herself, pleased that he was enjoying her ministrations. Further up she moved. She reached the frenulum. She flicked it lightly with her tongue. He made the pleasure moans and sighs again. Then, she took the head inside her mouth and began to suck--all the while moving her tongue all around the corona, paying particular attention to the frenulum and licking up onto the glans. He was ramrod hard. His breath was coming rapidly. He reached down and took her hands, and gently pulled. She looked up. He told her he wanted her to come back up to him. She gave his dick one more suck and lick and kiss on the glans. She moved back up, and they lay together again--nose to nose, lips to lips, breast to chest and pubic bone to pubic bone. They kissed again and again, deeply--their tongues dueling passion. She spread her legs and was astride. She sat up and raised up a bit. With his help guiding his dick to her love cavern, she impaled herself on him with a gasp. They started to move together--rocking with the rhythm of lovers who have known each other for years--it was as if they instinctively knew what would please the other. On and on they went. She felt a wave of pleasure as he thrust from beneath her. She rocked on his manhood with small circles, tightening her muscles around him. He moaned in pleasure as her quim muscles hugged his shaft again and again. The smooth friction pleasured them both. They stared into each other's eyes living in the moment of this excitement. She felt her orgasm rising again. She called out as she came, and lay back down on his chest. They kissed deeply, both moaning with the sensations that tingled their bodies. He guided her off of his body and helped her to turn on her back. He had to taste her again. He was insatiable. It was as if his first taste of her had created a craving of her that he just had to have--that he couldn't live another second without having the taste of her on his tongue. He wanted to feel her body shudder with the orgasm as it filled his mouth. He pulled her lips apart and kissed her clit, gently but ardently flicking with his tongue. She responded with gasps and tightening of her muscles. She grabbed his hands on her hips again and held on tightly. He moved to the entrance of her love cavern. He darted his tongue in and she called out at the sensation of his tongue inside her. He licked again from her love cavern up over her clitoris and sucked and licked. She was panting with the pleasure. He spelled the alphabet on her clit--slowly and deliberately with his tongue. He spelled their names on her clit. He spelled the word CUM on her clit. She was breathing raggedly with the pleasure. She felt a burn-tingle beginning in her groin and spreading over her buttocks. She bucked harder against his mouth. The more she moved, the more intent he became on making her climax the most intense she had ever had. He continued with small circles with his tongue on her clit--to the left and to the right--up and down with his tongue on her clit--side to side on her clit. She was getting louder with her ragged breathing--almost a squeal. She was bucking her hips more--squeezing her hands on his tightly. The muscles in her legs and hips were quivering. Her pelvic muscles were contracting tightly. He fully licked her again from bottom to top several times. She squealed each time--the burning-tingle was spreading down the backs of her thighs. This pleasure torture of his tongue on her clit was almost unbearable--but she didn't want him to stop. She wanted the sensation of that pleasing torture to go on and on. The burn-tingle moved down the backs of her calves and into her ankles. She was breathing hard, moving against his tongue as he licked and sucked, and then spelled their names again. The burn-tingle had reached her toes. The climax came as her body tensed and her love juices exploded from her. He was taking all of it into his mouth greedily--as if he had been given the most delectable dessert that could be imagined. The sweet spiciness of her tantalized his senses. Her scent excited him. Her tasted enthralled him. He couldn't get enough of her. He had brought this pleasure to his lover. He was pleased with the efforts. Her breathing was still hard and fast, and her body quivered as the waves of the orgasm had washed over her body and the ripples were slowing. He gently moved up to lie beside her again. Kissing her gently, he moved his hands over her body to calm her and told her to take in deep slow breaths to relax. He told her it was time for a rest. He turned to his right side and encouraged her to do the same. They spooned their bodies together--her back to his chest. She moved her legs back towards his. He let her slip her legs in between them so their legs were entwined. He had his right arm under the pillow that her head was on. He put his left arm around her and let his hand rest gently on her breast. He kissed the back of her neck, and told her to relax and rest. She snuggled back into him. Now and then she made little purring sounds. He smiled to himself--pleased that he had been able to arouse such passion in her and that she had cum so intensely and that she was still basking in the pleasure of her orgasms. He leaned in closer to her so he could feel the softness of her hair against his cheek and he could smell the scent of her body. Her breathing slowed. She was relaxed in his arms. He could feel the tension leaving her body as she rested there against him. Then he realized, with surprise, that she had fallen asleep. It made him happy that she was comfortable enough to fall asleep. Her nap was not long, but he held her the whole time, smiling to himself at her contentedness, and was himself contented in the remembrance of the passionate love they had just made. He watched her sleep, enjoying the closeness of their bodies spooned together as if they were made to fit into one another. She awoke with a little start. He spoke soothing words to her knowing that she didn't realize where she was. When she apologized for having fallen asleep, he assured her that it was fine and that he had loved holding her and watching her while she dozed. He held her closer and kissed the back of her neck and her shoulder blades. She moaned that purring pleasure sound that he so loved to hear. She turned to face him and they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, deeply passionately for a long, long time. It was as if time were standing still, and they were the only two people in the world--at least the only two who mattered as they explored each other with their hands--their fingers kindled the fires of passion with the merest feather touches and their tongues danced together sparking those kindled passion fires to a roaring blaze. Rushing blood engorged love's body parts as he became aroused and she became wetter with the anticipation of the further lovemaking that awaited them. It was as if Aphrodite herself had put a spell on them, and their passion became all-consuming. She sat up and moved down to his groin area and took him into her mouth. Her small darting tongue gave him tingles of pleasure throughout his body. He looked down at her. Her position gave him excellent view and access to loves grotto. He touched her ever so lightly, running his finger the length of her from the love canal up to her clit. She gasped as she was kissing and licking his manhood. Her body convulsed with the tingle caused by his finger on her sweetness of Venus. The pleasure she experienced caused her to squeal in delight--she laid back and spread her legs further open for him. She continued to stimulate his ramrod hard manhood--moving her hand gently but firmly up and down the shaft and teasing the head and corona with feather touches of her fingertips. Her climax was building. He could see her contracting muscles as her hips bucked against his fingers. The orgasm burst from her--the creamy white cum squirted from her love canal. The site of it, the scent of it brought his senses to a level that he almost could not bear. He moved to position himself on top of her, raising her legs to his shoulders--opening her wide and he gently moved his manhood to the gate of her secret garden of delights. He moved inside her just a tiny bit at a time--wanting to prolong the sensations for both of them. He thrust deep inside her--her love muscles encircling him, undulating caresses up and down his sabot shaft, causing him to moan in pleasure. They were rocking slowly together, looking into each other's eyes as if staring into their eternal souls. She moved her legs down to hook them around his thighs to aid with her leverage to meet him thrust for thrust. As he saboted her with his love rod, she thrust back moving in small circles and rippling her love muscles around him. He told her to look into his eyes and cum for him. She held his arms tightly with her small hands, and met him thrust for thrust taking pleasure in the moments of their enjoined bodies. Breathless moans of pleasure emanated from her. They were drowning in each other's pleasure--their love scents co-mingled and filled the room. Still looking directly into his eyes, she exploded with love's rapturous orgasm, dropping her hot cum to envelope his dick as it continued to thrust inside her. At her climactic moment, his cum exploded into her as well. They cried out together at this joy. She continued to contract and undulate her muscles around his manhood, milking that sweet nectar to mingle with her own love juices. Thursday Rendezvous' As usual, Bernie arrived before Joe. She went to the window and looked out at the Cape Fear River. Traffic was at a standstill on the bridge. There were plenty of pedestrians strolling along Water Street, many of them going in and out of the Cotton Exchange. Her voyeuristic fetish bubbled to the surface. Maybe I'll give all you little people a thrill and have Joe do me in front of the window.... Bernie pressed her groin into the cool glass then pretended she was fucking her man, not caring a whit if anyone glanced up and saw her. She glanced at her wristwatch, Damn, I'm cutting it close. I better get ready. She strode directly to the bathroom and stripped, carefully hanging her clothing on hangers in the adjoining bedroom. She showered, paying careful attention to cleaning her pussy, which was already wet with her excitement at meeting him again. After toweling herself dry, she went to the small dresser next to the bed, removed several items and placed them on the bed. She selected a pair of white stockings and went back into the bathroom to put them on. Rolling a stocking up, she placed her left leg on the tub and carefully drew the stocking up her leg, worrying that she might snag it. When it was in place, she repeated the process with the other leg, and smoothed the silken material down with her hand, eliminating any possible wrinkles in the hose. Returning to the bedroom, Bernie pulled a sheer white top over her breasts, checked herself in the mirror, and fluffed her hair until it appeared just right to her practiced eye. The phone rang, and she answered it. It was Joe telling her he was only five minutes away. Almost running back to the bathroom, Bernie removed a pink object from her purse, put it into her mouth, wet it, and then with one foot on the toilet for balance, carefully worked it into her rectum. Just as she finished with the butt plug, she heard Joe enter the apartment and call her name. "I'm in here, Joe," she replied. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right out." Glancing in the mirror, Bernie decided a bra was in order, and quickly slipped one on. Hurrying, for Joe, she stepped into a tight, filmy, white dress, put on a matching pair of white shoes and went out to greet him. They embraced in the foyer, and he handed her a colorful bouquet of mixed flowers, and pointed to a bottle of champagne that he'd already placed on the kitchen table. "I think we'll enjoy some bubbly along with our afternoon delight," he said. A lewd smile crossed her face. "Sounds wonderful, Joe. Oh, and I've just had a thought on how we can use it to celebrate." "Bernie," he said, looking her up and down, "You really look good. I'm excited to see you." Bernie flashed him a winsome smile, and noted the erection pushing out against his trousers. A tingle shot through her body the likes of which she hadn't felt in some time. Joe sat down and pulled her onto his lap. The requisite, "How has your day been?" conversation ensued until he stopped in mid-sentence. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" He was dead serious. Bernie knew it, and thought: This is the guy who's married to my best friend and he loves me. Reaching under her, Bernie located his hardon and gave it a friendly squeeze. "First things first, Bernie, my sweet," understanding him, Bernie rose up and stood by his side as he took out his cell phone. She spent the next sixty seconds rubbing her thigh as he told his wife he was meeting a client and would be home early. A discussion on who would pick up their daughter from pre-school and dinner plans followed. Bernie reached out and took his free hand in hers, and got a smile from Joe. Eventually he hung up with, "I love you, baby." Bernie smiled. Joe smiled back at her and leaning in to kiss her, said, "And I love you too, baby." Bernie was not jealous in the slightest. Marital infidelity had both benefits and drawbacks, and she was very much aware of both. She was also aware that he felt a certain amount of guilt in being with her which caused him to punish her for no apparent reason. "But you're a horny little slut, aren't you? Posing by the window for all the people out there?" Bernie colored slightly, and then nodded her head. "But how did you know?" "I saw you from the street." "Did you! Did anyone...." "No one else thought to look up when I did. I would have heard them gasping at your actions." Bernie laughed delightedly. Joe waved his hand dismissively. "Go over to the table and rub yourself against it." She hesitated for a moment then pressed her crotch up against the corner of the table and started to rub, pushing the hard wooden point in between her legs. "Don't you wish people could see you now?" She kept rubbing against the table, and did not answer him. He let this go on for a while before telling her to stop. Bernie couldn't meet his eyes, but came to stand next to him, like a pet dog. "You're a horny little cunt to hump the furniture like that." Bernie said nothing. She waited patiently. Sometimes he got this way, ordering her around, humiliating her. But it was worth it. He was worth it as far as she was concerned. He held out the index finger of his right hand, parallel to the floor, just below the level of her groin. "Lift up your dress and rub against this." Bernie edged closer and pressed herself against his finger, knowing he wanted to slip it inside her. To accommodate him, she bent her knees slightly, but still had to maneuver about until his finger was properly aligned. She felt a quaking thrill when it slid into her. After moving the finger about and getting thoroughly wet, he removed it, and walked away. "Joe!" her voice was full of emotion. He replied by grabbing her hair and pulling her to his mouth. His kiss was so good that Bernie dissolved into him. When their lips parted, she moaned, "You are screwing up my breathing." "That's my intention," he laughed. They kissed again, and when it ended he asked, "Is the plug in?" "Of course it is." Joe spun her around, and lifted the filmy white dress over her ass to see for himself, then rubbed his hand tenderly over her ass. "You could have seen the plug without lifting the dress," Bernie said with the beginnings of a smirk. "I know, but I love looking at your ass, lover," he said sitting down on the sofa. "And I love your loving it, baby," Bernie answered flippantly, then walked over to the flowers he'd brought and carefully placed them in a vase, took a step back to admire them, and turned back to him. She took him in, he was fully dressed in a pinstripe suit, with a power tie and wingtip shoes, impeccably shined. While she stared at him, Joe got up, poured himself a scotch, drank it in one gulp and sat back down, and beckoned her to him. Bernie glided over to him, humming a show tune she had picked up the previous week when visiting New York City. "Bend over," he said. She bent over and presented her ass to him. With a slowness that drove her wild, he kneaded her behind, occasionally allowing his hand to slide between her legs testing her moistness. "Rub yourself," he said, his voice was tense and gruff, and excited her more than she could let him know. But her hands covered her mons as she rubbed herself the way he wanted her too. She felt his fingertips at the butt plug lodged in her ass and glanced back at him from between her legs. She heard his hiss of appreciation, and glowed with inner satisfaction knowing he truly loved her ass. A second later the plug was torn from her anus and replaced by his serpentine tongue. Bernie didn't make a sound. Joe didn't like her making noises when he did her back there. But she did respond by frigging herself furiously. A minute later she was no longer capable of keeping silent, and began to utter a string of the nastiest expressions she could muster. Joe liked hearing her get nasty. The nastier the better, but he didn't like her talking about "Liking this, or liking that." When his tongue tired, Joe replaced the butt plug, pushed Bernie almost roughly to her knees, stood up, and began removing his clothing. When he was totally nude, he tendered his erection to her, and she began blowing him. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the play of her tongue for a minute or two, then nonchalantly reached out for the champagne and deftly opened it, and all the while Bernie applied her talented mouth to his rigid penis. At the sound of the cork popping, she removed him from her mouth and let out a gleeful yelp. Her eyes widened when Joe poured the first drops of the Champagne on the crown of his cock, and then tendered it to her. Berne's reaction was swift, for she didn't want to waste a drop of the bubbly froth. She managed to capture most of it, but still some did trickle down the front of her dress and seeped into her bra. Taking him from her mouth, she held it out to him and he readily spilled a small amount on the tip again. This time she was better prepared, and snared almost all of it, then for good measure, she licked up and down the length of him, which in Bernie's mind, was considerable. "It's a fine year," he said, off-handedly. "Oh, I have to agree, a very fine year, Joe." "Open..." he said, and when she did, he poured some into her mouth and then took a swig himself. Offering the bottle to Bernie again, he spilled some on her chest. Laughing, Bernie got to her feet and shrugged the filmy white dress off. After shimmying out of it, she hopped up on the kitchen table and spread her pussy lips apart, laughing giddily as Joe, holding his thumb on the top of the bottle, began shaking it. Bernie protested, "You're not!" but she was laughing hard. "Joe... I don't...." Just then a glint appeared in her eyes and she added, "I double dare you!" In one quick move, Joe took his thumb off the top of the bottle and inserted it into the mouth of her pussy. "OHHH!" He turned it to the left and then the right, while Bernie rubbed her clit vigorously. With a broad grin on his face, Joe worked the bottle deeper, pulled it out, shook the bottle again, and reinserted it, ensuring that a powerful spurt of the bubbly entered the furthest reaches of her cunt. Now laughing along with Bernie, he extracted the Champagne bottle, leaned into her moist nest, and began lapping away as the bubbling wine oozed from her cunt. Highly excited, Bernie began pulling on her right nipple and rubbing her cunt. Only when Joe brought the bottle back to her love-hole did she take her hand away and watch as it spurted into her with an even greater force than before. This time the champagne began to seep out of her before he could suck it from her pulsing pussy. Bernie, agog at this erotic display, lay back on the table, spread her legs impossibly wide as he shook the Champagne even harder, and then jammed the neck of the bottle back into her. This caused so much wine to enter her that Bernie couldn't control herself. The butt plug jettisoned out of her ass like a rocket, landing halfway across the room. Joe was laughing as he half carried her over to a full-length mirror. "Here get a look at your ass." Bernie turned her head and looked in the mirror. She was shocked to see just how wide her asshole was. It looked like a gaping wound. "Jesus, Joe ... I didn't think it was ...." But he wasn't listening to her. He spun her about, and forced his mouth against her cavernous yaw the butt-plug had made and merrily lapped away at her. Then he started choking, and fell backward, landing hard on his ass. "Good thing I took my clothes off," he chortled, for he was sitting in a pool of Champagne that had passed from Bernie's cunt. Then he was back with a vengeance, this time licking and lapping at both her ass and cunt intermittently while she frigged herself as best she could without interfering with his mouth. "OH!" Bernie groaned and came hard, a torrent of champagne and possibly bodily fluids surged from her cunt. He laughed, and continued slurping away at her. Bernie came again. Joe waited for her to come down from the clouds then had her straddle him. When the cheeks of her ass pressed against his hips, he propelled himself into her rectum with a fury that she had not experienced with him before. "Joe!" "Wait!" He paused, and she leaned back, supporting herself with both hands, groaning as her face turned beet red. He resumed his ass fuck, pounding her even harder; going even deeper into her rectum. He filled her, and she was pleased that the butt-plug had done its job in opening her up for him; felt her clit responding to the pressure from the other side and wailed, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She answered his fury with her own, rising up and falling down on his instrument of love and exquisite torture. When he tired, Bernie did most of the work, eventually turning away from him and re-impaling him in her ass and riding him again, only at a slower pace. She felt her climax building again and slowed her pace to make it an exquisitely teasing one; only to have Joe revive and start pumping into her with renewed gusto. Moments later an enormous climax roared through her, leaving her a quivering mess, laid out on the floor, legs akimbo, both his cum and the champagne trickling out of her. ***** Bernie thought about telling him about his wife's new lover, but out of some perverse loyalty to her best friend, did not. Several minutes later, Joe found he had an erection and entered her. Bernie went rigid at the entry and had a mini-orgasm that might have been a left over from the previous one. Because Bernie had encouraged this at a previous love session, Joe began to slap at her breasts. Soon, with both breasts bright red from being slapped, she placed a hand on each of his shoulders and pulled him deeper into her. They both groaned with satisfaction at the feeling this created in their sexual nerve centers. Moments later, he struggled to lift her as he got up. He managed to position her on the table and slammed into her as fast as he could. Then, tiring, he had her get off the table, lean over it, and re-entered her again in the doggy-style position. Bernie liked this position, and told him so. His subsequent thrusts were more powerful and had her tits jiggling all over the place, once even striking her in the face. To prevent a recurrence, she held them back by using her left arm while her right continued to support her body weight. Seeking to forestall his climax, he had Bernie sit on the table so that she was supporting herself with her hands while he ever so slowly glided in and out. Although tiring, Bernie managed to hold herself in this position while they enjoyed the sensual thrills it brought them. Bernie realizing he wasn't all that far from ejaculating, coaxed Joe to the window so that she might make use of it to show off her exhibitionist tendencies. Laughing agreeably, and with her legs wrapped around his waist, Joe pressed her against the glass and fucked her from behind. Bernie chose the exact moment a couple glanced up and recognized what they were doing and pointed up at them to cum. But they kept on, not disengaging from one another until a minute or so later, when Joe confessed that he was about to cum. Bernie dropped to her knees, took him in hand and directed his ejaculate to her tongue and face. When she had milked him dry, she sauntered over to the sidebar with the remaining champagne was, poured some into a glass; and with Joe looking on, spit his cum into the glass, toasted him and drained the entire glass. ****** Joe went to the kitchen cabinets, found another unopened bottle of red wine and opened it, making it a point to pour Bernie's into the glass she had used to drink both Champagne and semen from. She accepted the glass with a wide smile and drank half its contents. "Can we have another session before you have to leave?" she inquired while holding the glass out for a refill. He glanced at the clock on the mantle. There had been a close call only the week before, when on leaving the hide-a-way, with Bernie, they had encountered a business colleague of Joe's. Smoothing things over had proved costly in that he'd had to approve a loan when his old friend didn't have sufficient collateral and Joe felt it was a bad loan from the outset. Bernie, who was also married, seemed to get even more excited from the thrill of almost being caught. "Oh, Joe, c'mon, would you stop that?" she scolded. "You know you have until six-thirty or seven at the very least. You're starting to make me nervous. She won't be expecting you until then and you know it." "The later I stay the greater possibility I'll meet someone I know on leaving. And let me remind you, Bernie, we leave separately today." "I know, I know. But can we do it again? I can get it up again, you want me too." It wasn't the first time that Joe thought she wanted to get caught. Sure, I get a divorce and she starts in with the 'Let's get married, honey, dialogue." But the truth was there was no way in Hell he would even a serious relationship with her. His interest in Bernie was always and would always remain purely sexual. "If you could get here sooner it would be better. We could do ... more things. It always takes us a while to get started, you know?" He nodded in agreement, not really agreeing, but not wanting to prolong the discussion. "Joey?" He was thinking about their situation and didn't hear her. "Joey?" she said, louder this time. "Oh, yeah... What is it Bernie?" She placed one leg on the arm of her chair, exposing her cunt which still had remnants of his semen leaking from it. "Make me your dirty cunt whore." He smiled. Bernie watched his cock stir. Her penchant for rough, degrading sex was what kept him coming back for more. "How dirty?" "Very, very, dirty," she answered seductively as she raised her other leg to the other chair arm. "You're going to stain the chair." "Fuck the chair," she said hotly. "I thought you wanted me to fuck you," he said with a knowing smirk. "I do," she said and giggled, connecting her words with those of the marriage vow. "And you'll do anything I want?" he said. Bernie nodded, her eyes locked on his with lustful determination. "Get on your fucking knees and suck my cock." As soon as the words left his lips, her eyes blazed with carnal desire. But as her lips closed around his shaft, her eyes shut with pleasure and she sucked gently on the end of his cock. "Open your eyes, you fucking whore," he sternly admonished her. "Look at me when you suck my cock." Joe was well aware that the dirtier their conversation became, the more aroused Bernie would become. Her eyes immediately popped back open and she moaned greedily as her mouth took more of his length down her throat. Grabbing a handful of her light brown hair, he pulled her to the couch and had her sit in what amounted to a backward position, legs over the top of the couch, head hanging off the cushions. Joe sank to his knees and fed his cock back into her mouth. This angle would allow her to accept most of his cock down her throat without gagging. He felt his cock nudge the back of her throat and slowly withdrew it. Once it was out of her mouth he inspected it. It was coated with her saliva. Bernie held her tongue out passively awaiting the return of his member to her mouth and tongue. But Joe toyed with her, and began slapping her across the face with his lengthy cock. "Like it?" He inquired. "Anything you want is fine with me, Joe." He dropped his manhood on her outstretched tongue and she immediately resumed sucking with renewed vigor; her bobbing; her soft, pink lips slithering up and down his pulsing shaft Thursday Rendezvous' "Fuck I love seeing you with my cock in your mouth," he moaned as she struggled to take his entire length down her throat. When she accomplished this difficult chore − for Joe was a good ten inches long and fairly thick – she slowly removed him from her mouth; a long string of saliva remained attached to her lip and the tip of his penis. Meeting his eyes with her own, she carefully reached out and broke the strand then sucked the remaining string into her mouth and swallowed. "Joey?" "What?" "I want to lick your ass." "Say please." Her eyes were sparkling as she looked up at him and silently mouthed the word. Without another word he sat on her face, almost smothering her. Bernie wrested herself from under him and struggled to sit up. "What the fuck, Joe!" "You said you wanted to lick..." "I know what I said! You didn't have to do that, Joe. I'll do it. I'll be happy to do it, but Jesus, Joe. You don't do things like that. You might have hurt me.' "Or worse," he added. "Yeah, or worse," she agreed. "You put me where you want me, Bernie. I won't fuck around with you. I promise." "Okay, why don't you kneel of the couch and face the wall. Stick your ass out and I'll take it from there." He did as requested and heard a soft, "Yes!" just before she peeled his ass cheeks apart and her little pink tongue shot out to stab at his anus. To aid and abet her actions, he wiggled his hips, as she ground her mouth against his asshole which had clenched reflexively at the sudden intrusion. Resting his head against the couch, Joe arched his back and panted with his mouth agape as Bernie lapped at his asshole, coating it with warm spit. "Fuck Yesssss....." he hissed, urgently pushing his ass back to meet her mouth. One hand clutched at the couch cushion as Bernie's tongue circled his asshole before trailing downwards. Encouraged by his moaning, Bernie slowly worked a finger into his rectum, each time it backed out she spat on it to add lubrication to the process. With her other hand she squeezed the cheeks of his ass, alternating sides as her finger moved deeper into Joe's anus. After a minute of this treatment, Joe's breath was coming in forceful, panting gasps. Excited by her success in this, her first attempt at ass play, Bernie reached between her legs and began rubbing her clit. "Jesus... this is...." Joe gasped. "If you like that, you'll love this," she groaned and yanked her finger out only to replace it with her tongue. "OHMYGOD!" Pleased with herself, Bernie added another touch to her analingus by wiggling her tongue in for about an inch or so, than slowly withdrawing it, wriggling it all the while, and then when it left his anus, she closed her mouth down on his pucker and sucked as hard as she could. The second time she managed it, she noted that Joe's erection was renewed. But by this time he was humping his ass back at her mouth in a rhythm that suited both of them. His fingers were frantically seeking her rosebud, eager to return the favor, but Bernie deliberately avoided him yet continued her erotic tonguing until his asshole clenched so violently her tongue was expelled. "NOW," she moaned, nearly out of control with her own want, YOU HAVE TO FUCK ME... NOW!" Joe used one hand to flip Bernie's lithe body from her kneeling position on the floor to her back on the couch. "I think I can do that," he growled. "Mmmm," Bernie sighed pleasurably. "Am I a good little whore?" "You certainly are, my pet." Bernie hummed happily as she brought his balls to her mouth and sucked them in turn. "Want me to fuck you up the ass?" "We do seem to on an anal kick today. Sweetie, you can fuck me anywhere you want," she replied, relinquishing all control. "Let's mess up the bed then," he said tersely. "Want my stockings on?" He moved behind her and caressed her rump which Bernie had pushed out toward him as he approached. "Mmmm, yeah, leave 'em on. I'll try not to ruin them." "I'd appreciate that. This particular type is hard to find." She shivered with anticipation as he scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom and gently dropped her on the bed and kissed her between the shoulder blades. Pulling away from her he whispered, "Where do you keep the lubricant?" "In that box, under the bed, um, right where your feet are." Reaching under the bed, Joe's hand searched for and located a shoebox. He pulled the box out from under the bed and flipped it open. "Damn, Bernie, you've got some of everything in this thing." "I'm sure I've missed a few neat things, but there's plenty to choose from." Joe was already rifling through the dildos and condoms in search of the needed lubricant. He found it in the corner of the shoebox under a pair of handcuffs. Laughing, he took the cuffs and lubricant from the box, put the lid back on and shoved it back under the bed with his left foot. "Do you ever use cuffs with your husband?" he asked, dangling the metal cuffs beside her face. "No. He's plain vanilla, Joe. Just plain vanilla." Joe looked over her luscious body as it lay sprawled across the bed waiting for him to apply the jelly to her anus. "What am I, Bernie?" "Huh... um, what do you mean, Joe?" "What flavor am I?" She laughed delightedly. "I never really thought about you in that context, baby." "I'll ask you again, what flavor am I?" "If I have to name one it would be... Juicy Fruit, I guess. But I don't think there's a flavor yet that represents your, um... special talent." "Juicy Fruit, huh?" "Well, you made me...." He slapped her behind, and caught by surprise, Bernie yelped. "Sorry, I wouldn't usually holler, but it was unexpected." He slapped the other cheek, and Bernie didn't make a sound. But when he slipped the handcuffs on her wrist and attached the other cuff to the bedpost, Bernie let out a subtle moan. "One pair should suffice," he said then Reached between her legs and felt her pussy. "Very wet," he said and sent two fingers into her. Bernie groaned with pleasure, but managed to murmur, "I thought you were going to put it up...." He slapped her hard across the face. "I'll put it where I want, when I want. Understand?" "Yes... Master, I understand." Bernie was nothing if not a quick learner. He placed a cuff on her left hand and then snaked the other cuff through a metal bar in the headboard. He had to reach up and grab her right hand to bring it within range of the remaining cuff, which he attached thereby leaving Bernie with both arms stretched out over her head. "Not the most comfortable..." she started to say when he slapped her across the face and told her to shut up. "Lift your legs up!" She complied as best she could, and Joe applied a generous amount of the lubricant to her asshole as well as his own rampart cock. "I'm not going to waste time; I'm going in with the first shove. Be prepared." He lined his cock up with her anus and managed to lift her legs even higher; giving him both a view of what was going on as well as a better angle of penetration. "I want it, Joe. Don't worry, I can take it," Bernie said excitedly. Without another word, Joe slammed into her. Bernie grunted from the force of his thrust, but didn't cry out, or protest in any way. In point of fact, his thrust resulted in a penetration of approximately three and one half inches. Bernie had a tight ass. "You've got a tight little ass, Baby," he said wanting to complement her for not crying out. "Mmmm," she moaned, reaching back to caress his flanks, then shrieked delightedly when his hand crashed into her ass with a loud, reverberating 'slap'. "Oh, Joey, that's more like it!" He slapped her other cheek harder than the earlier smack and then reached out and closed his fist around a handful of Bernie's hair. "Yesssss!" she exclaimed, relishing the rough treatment as he yanked her head back with a forceful tug. Panting with lust, Bernie jammed a finger into her pussy and stirred the juices already there. "C'mon, bitch," Joe groaned, "fuck back at me!" Bernie responded to his demand with alacrity, butting her pliable cheeks against his invading cock. Seconds later, Joe was deeply embedded in her shithole. "Oh, man, that feels great!" she cooed happily as he slid in and out of her tautly stretched anus with new found ease. "I'm going to be hard for some time, Bernie. Let me know when you want it someplace other than your ass." "Mmmm, okay, lover." With her hips relatively motionless, he resorted to long, slow thrusts, resting his hand on her back as he slid in and out with Bernie moaning softly each time he reentered her anus. "Ohhh, I love this, Joe!" "Mmmm, me too, baby." Bernie reached back and began to fondle his balls. The pleasant sensation urged him faster and he began stabbing her tight little hole with shorter, quicker strokes. Bernie's eyes closed shut with blissful delight and her fingers travelled back to her swollen clit in search of another orgasm. "How many cocks have you had in this tight little asshole of yours, baby?" "J...Just two," she muttered, her voice now dripping with apprehension. Sensing her reluctance, Joe brought a hand down hard with a spirited 'slap' and plunged deep into her tightly stretched ass. "Who were they?" he asked, sinking to the hilt inside her hot, clenching hole. "One...one was my...husband," she panted softly, her face flushing red with carnal emotion. "And the other?" Joe asked, not really caring, but mildly curious. Thinking her confession to a lurid session with someone else might heighten both their desires, Bernie, her upper body pressed flat against the bed in a subservient, sexy pose, flashed him her naughtiest smile and said, "Some guy I met at a bar. He slowed down to an occasional thrust. Bernie whimpered at the loss of friction. "C'mon Joey!" "No. Tell me about it first," he said and reached out for the lubricant "Aw, Joey! All right, all right! He'd had been buying me drinks all night...," she continued, as Joe opened the bottle and began to drizzle a small amount down into the crease of her ass. "We talked and danced for a while..." As she continued her sordid tale, Joe watched the lube form a thin, shimmering rivulet as it trickled down between her cheeks before dividing in two to encircle the shaft of his deeply implanted dick. "Uh huh..." he said, squeezing out a few more droplets along the base as he drew his cock out in order to coat more of its length with the slippery liquid. "We started making out," Bernie continued, her voice rising in volume as she felt Joe's dick plunging back inside her tight little butt. "And then...he asked me to go out to his car." Her breathing grew more erratic and her fingers continued rubbing her clit as she continued talking, her sentences braking with every stroke of Joe's pulsing cock. "Ugh! As ... as soon as we got to his... Ugh, car... ugh! I... I pulled his pants down and started..." "What?" Joe asked firmly, reaching down and grabbing a handful of her tangled, sweaty hair. "I sucked his dick," she blurted out in between lusty, panting gasps. Then... he bent me over... and fucked me from behind." Keeping her face pressed into the sheets, he worked his cock in and out of her greasy ass with almost no resistance. Bernie whimpered but continued with her story. "I... I was hotter than a two-dollar pistol... and... and I..." Bernie's fingers were flying over her clit. I won't ask you again," Joe said tersely. Bernie whimpered, and in a labored, anxious tone, blurted, "I told him to fuck me in the ass." "Did he fuck like this?" Joe asked, pulling her head back, and slapping her ass hard, leaving a glowing, red imprint on her quivering cheek. "Yes," She squealed, bucking her ass back against his cock. "He fucked me just like... only he didn't fill me up like...Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Losing her last vestiges of self respect, Bernie shamelessly pushed back against him as her asshole convulsed around his thrusting shaft. Her exhilarating orgasm arrived, bringing with it a savage series of squeals and groans that wracked every inch of her sweaty, shaking body. Joe smiled evilly and let go of Bernie's hair, grabbed her firmly by the hips and continued pounding his long shaft into her ass even as her climaxed peaked. Bernie managed to raise herself up onto her hands, her arms still trembling from her lingering climax, not wanting him to withdraw from her anal tunnel, wanting the comfort of his cock deep within her to match the sensational feelings rippling through her body from the orgasm. "I'm going to cum soon," Joe proclaimed, quickening his thrusts as he held Bernie's hips solidly in place. "Don't cum in my ass," she pleaded. Then turning her head to look back at him with a glowing, post-orgasmic expression. "Cum in my mouth." He nodded, feeling the rush of his impending orgasm. "Did that other guy cum in your ass?" he asked, referring back to her sexy story. "No," she answered, still panting with lust. "He... shoved his cock into my mouth and I sucked him until he came." Still smiling, Joe unsheathed his slimy wet cock from her twitching asshole and struggled to his feet, and with his legs straining to maintain a standing position on the unstable, pliable mattress, he pumped his cock while Bernie scrambled around to put her mouth in position to receive his load. Holding his pulsing cock as tightly as possible, Joe aimed his cock at her extended tongue, and as he felt the cum roaring through the fissures within his swelling cock, He felt his balls tighten and he showered Bernie's open mouth with rope after rope of jizzy white cum. Bernie moaned as the first line splattered over the width of her flattened tongue. She closed her eyes a split second later, remembering with some discomfort the first time she'd accepted a load and the errant ejaculate that had blinded her for twenty painful and frightening minutes when in high school. He didn't get anything close to her eyes, but did leave a gob on her left cheek, which she scooped up and fed into her mouth a second or two after swallowing what was already in her mouth. "Mmmm," she purred softly, licking her lips as she reached out to grab his rapidly deflating member. "Have I ever mentioned how much I love your cum? It's sooo sweet. Not many men have sweet cum like yours." "And you've sampled so many, many men," he said scornfully. "Aw, c'mon, Joe. Be nice to me for once." "How many guys, Bernie? One hundred? More?" "Not so many, Joe." "Take a guess, Bernie," he said, starting to dress. "Not more than twenty. Probably less." She turned away and left the bedroom to rummage in her purse for something. "What are you doing?" he asked as she returned to the bedroom, but sauntered past him. . "I'm going to have a shower," she stated without turning back. "You're welcome to join me if you like. Or you can go home to her." He didn't say anything as he watched her enter the bathroom. As she reached the bathroom door, Bernie stopped and threw him a suggestive glance over her shoulder. "Someone's been a very dirty girl, and needs to clean up." "Is there really room for two in there?" "C'mon in, baby. I'll make sure there's room."