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Time Out Tuesday

By: midwestgent



All things happen for a reason. I've always been a believer in that philosophy, but when I lost my high paying executive job a few months ago, I was having a little trouble comprehending how that particular event was going to work out for the best. 

After fifteen years of hard work climbing my way up the corporate ladder and sacrificing a lot of my family and personal life along the way, I decided it might be nice to take a few months off and spend some quality time with my eight and ten year old kids before I reentered the rat race of corporate America.

I must admit, I was a little bit naïve when I suggested to my wife that it might be fun to play Mr. Mom and be a stay at home dad for awhile. It wasn't something I wanted to do forever, but a few months of doing Dad duty sounded pretty good. How tough could it be?

My first week on the job proved to be considerably tougher than I ever imagined. The list of new experiences included, breakfast for the kids in the morning, laundry and housework during the day, running the kids back and forth to school and after school activities. I had no idea staying at home could be such hard work. My day started at six o'clock in the morning and if I was lucky, by eight o'clock at night I could finally sit down and relax a little. It didn't take me long to realize why stay at home moms often feel under appreciated.

After dropping the kids off at school one morning a few weeks ago, I decided to stop by a local café for a much needed cup of coffee. The kids were satisfied with a bowl of corn flakes when we overslept like we did that morning, but I needed a few cups of caffeine and a hot breakfast to get my day headed in the right direction. 

I grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered some eggs and bacon. The smell of the coffee wafting through the air as the waitress poured the magic serum into my cup was enough to bring my brain cells out of their nightly hibernation and back to reality. 

Just as my food arrived, three attractive young ladies entered the café. I quickly recognized the trio as three of the mothers who shared my routine of picking up and dropping off our kids at the school. We had shared some casual conversation in the past while we were waiting for school to let out, but that was about the extent of our acquaintance.

Donna was always the outspoken one in the group when we chatted outside of the school building. Despite the fact that she almost always wore baggy sweat pants and sweat shirts, rarely wore makeup, and always looked like she must have been in the middle of housework and just jumped into the minivan to get the kids, she had a certain attractiveness about her. With the "real Donna" cleverly concealed beneath those baggy grey sweats she always wore, I could never tell if she had a great body, or just an average one, so I chose to let the image in my mind drift in the direction of the firm, well toned version.

Julia was just the opposite of Donna. Every time I saw Julia she was dressed to impress. It didn't matter if it was morning or afternoon, at the grocery store or an after school event, Julia was always in style and the best dressed person in the crowd. The first time I saw Julia I assumed she must be a working mother and was fixed up and dressed for work, but I later discovered that she was just one of those ladies who never left the house unless she was fixed up and fashionable. 

Unlike Donna who cleverly kept my curiosity piqued about what was hidden beneath those sweats, Julia kept no secrets. The tight jeans she often wore showcased her long and sexy legs. The fashionable high heels she wore with those curve hugging jeans made her look like she was ready for the dance floor, but more importantly, they made her well toned legs and hips beg for attention. Between the choice of button up blouses that she liked to wear to flaunt her cleavage and the skin tight sweaters she chose for cool morning attire, it was obvious Julia was proud of the perfect bosom that either the good Lord or the good plastic surgeon had blessed her with. 

And then there was Trish. Like the other two, Trish was also attractive in her own way. I'm not sure if it was the way she dressed, the matronly style of her feathered brown hair, or the studious appearance of the wire rimmed glasses that framed her inquisitive brown eyes, but something about her just radiated, "Sexy PTA Mom." I remember the first time I saw her I thought to myself, "She comes across like the All American Mom, but I'll bet she's hell on wheels in the bedroom."

"You didn't tell me breakfast was part of the routine," I laughed, as the trio sat at the table just a few feet away.

"Are you kidding," Trish responded. "It's Time Out Tuesday," she continued, as the three of them shared a friendly giggle amongst themselves.

"Time Out Tuesday," I inquired. "Care to explain to a rookie what that might mean?"

It was Donna's turn now to try to explain it to me.

"One day a week we get together for coffee, breakfast, and girl stuff," Donna began. "It's the one hour a week that we can just relax and forget about all of the things we should be home doing."

I had no problem understanding that logic. After only three weeks of playing Mr. Mom, I was already finding myself caught up in the same rat race. Never enough hours in the day to get everything done that needed to get done, someone constantly asking for something else to be done, and no time or energy left over for me.

"I can certainly appreciate that," I replied. "I've been at this Mr. Mom thing now for three weeks," I continued, as I took another sip of coffee. "Please tell me it gets easier with time."

The simultaneous burst of laughter that erupted from all three of them gave me my answer before any words were spoken.

"Would you care to join us," asked Julia, with a raise of her coffee cup and a wink of her sexy long eyelashes. "It sounds to me like you need some advice from the pros."

"An invitation from three lovely ladies to join them in their weekly stress relief ritual," I answered. "How could I refuse?'

The only empty chair at the table was between Donna and Trish and directly across the table from Julia. It was my lucky day. Sitting straight across from Julia meant there would be no danger of me being caught wrenching my neck to get a glimpse of those perfect tits she was proudly displaying.

For the next sixty minutes we talked, laughed, and drank enough coffee to keep a small army awake for the night patrol. I shared my story of why I decided to take some time off and they each shared theirs. It was certainly fun and relaxing and a good break form the daily routine. 

At ten o'clock sharp, Trish brought us back to reality.

"As always," she said, "This has been fun, but I have three loads of laundry to get done, the kitchen floor to mop, and dinner to get ready before Dan's parents come over for dinner tonight."

"Sounds like fun," Donna piped in. "All I have to do this afternoon, is run the sweeper, dust the upstairs, run Molly to the dentist to get her braces tightened, and bake three dozen cookies for some party Josh's class is having tomorrow."

As we stood to leave, I told the ladies thanks for letting me crash their party.

"Let me pick up the tab," I offered, as I reached for each of their checks on the table. "It's the least I can do to repay you for the insight and wisdom you shared with me today."

"Don't be silly," Donna slapped my hand. "We've enjoyed this as much as you have. You're welcome to join us anytime."

"So if I happened to show up here next week at this same time you wouldn't have me arrested for stalking?" I inquired, half joking and half probing to see if the invitation was genuine. 

"Of course not," Julia countered, with a wink, a grin, and a playful brush of her firm tits against my arm as she wrestled into the suede jacket that matched perfectly with the rest of her outfit.

When the following Tuesday arrived, I couldn't wait to get to the café for another round of "Time Out Tuesday." This time when I strolled into the café, the girls were already there and seated at the same table. Just like the week before, the empty chair was between Donna and Trish and I was forced to sit across from Julia and try to avoid drooling over the sight of those incredible tits. It would take my full restraint today since Julia had chosen a white silk blouse with the top three buttons open to display her well tanned cleavage.

"Good morning ladies. It looks like it's going to be a fabulous day."

"Aren't we chipper mood this morning," Trish replied, sounding as if she had already had a rough day and was jealous of my happy go lucky disposition.

"Ladies, ladies," I said, "The sun is shining, spring is in the air and it's 'Time Out Tuesday.' Of course I'm in a good mood."

"Besides," I said, "I thought the purpose of 'Time out Tuesday' was to check your stress at the door when you come to the café and forget about all of the work you have to do when you get home." 

"Easier said than done, Professor Happy," Donna responded.

We spent the next hour chatting about everything from soccer practice to what's the best soap for washing walls, to how much homework our kids seemed to have these days that required parental help to understand it. The common theme I heard over and over was, "there is never enough time for me."

"At the risk of being exiled on only my second 'Time Out Tuesday', may I offer some advice I learned a long time ago on way journey up the corporate ladder?" I cautiously probed."

"A wise mentor of mine once told me, 'Brian, if you don't take time to take care of yourself along the way, you may burn like a rocket for a while, but you'll burn out long before you reach your target. Work hard, play hard,' he told me. That is the secret to keeping your sanity and still being successful."

Before we broke up for the day, I gave the ladies a homework assignment. 

"Between now and next week, I ordered them, you have to set aside two hours of time for yourself to do something fun. Next week when we get together, I expect to hear some great stories about what you did on your two hours. I'm going to teach you ladies about balancing work and fun if it's the last thing on this precious earth I do."

I felt like a kid on Christmas morning when the next Tuesday rolled around. My pulse was beating a little faster than normal and I couldn't wait to get the kids off to school so I could meet up with my new friends at the café.

"Okay ladies, it's kiss and tell time," I joked, as I sat down for week three of my real life Desperate Housewives episode.

"Who wants to start with the juicy details of what you did on your homework assignment?

"I'll start," gleamed Julia. "I took the kids to the arcade for my homework assignment."

"I took the kids to the Chucky Cheeses' over the weekend," Donna added.

"I kind of forgot about the assignment to be honest," confessed Trish.

"Ladies," I sighed. "You all failed the assignment. The assignment was to do something for you, not for you and the kids."

"The bad news is that you failed the assignment," I said, in a somewhat depressed tone of voice. "The good news is that I anticipated you would fail it, so I came prepared today with Plan B. 

I reached into my pocket and pulled out three small boxes. Each box was about the size of a deck of playing cards. The red boxes sparkled with a glittery twinkle as I placed them in the middle of the table. I looked around the table as I placed the boxes down and saw the inquisitive look in each of their eyes.

"Inside each box you will find some instructions," I told them. "You must follow the instructions completely. No questions, no resistance, just follow the instructions. You have to trust me on this one."

I decided to leave the girls alone for the rest of their "Time Out Tuesday" and I headed to the gym for a light workout. A little personal time for Brian was in order; else I might be accused of not practicing what I was preaching.

Donna told me later that the door of the café had barely closed behind me before they grabbed the boxes to see what was inside. Inside each box they found a note and an appointment card with a date and time. The appointment card was for a four hour spa treatment at the local fitness center.

The note inside each box read: "This appointment has been arranged especially for you. You deserve some time for yourself. Please clear your schedule on the day and time shown on the appointment card. When you arrive at the spa, ask for Trent. Have fun. Brian."

Trent was a friend of mine who ran a local fitness center and spa. He had a wide spread reputation for being the best masseuse in the city, and he had a long list of clientele to testify to it. When I described my new friends to Trent, he graciously offered to give them his best treatment. Trent was a true ladies man who never passed on a chance to have a beautiful naked lady melting beneath his talented hands.

Trent called me on Saturday to let me know that each girl had followed my instruction and each had shown up for their appointment.

"Did you take good care of them?" I asked, as Trent prepared to give me the download. 

"Oh yea," Trent quickly responded. "I gave them my best massage. Putty in my hands my friend, putty in my hands."

"So how did they look, with nothing on but a towel?" I asked. 

"Incredible," said Trent. "You already new Julia had a great body," he added. "Trish has one of those runner's bodies, long and lean. Small boobs, but really fit and trim. I'd have no problem fucking her if I had the chance."

"Donna was the shocker," Trent continued. "That babe has a rock solid perfect body hidden beneath that oversized sweat suit. I'd take her over Julia in a New York second if the two were up for grabs."

On the following Tuesday, the girls were at the café when I arrived, giggling amongst themselves as I approached the table. The giggles quickly stopped when they saw me heading their direction. 

"You're either male bashing or talking about me, aren't you," I teased them as I sat down in my usual spot.

"Did you follow my instructions this time?" I asked, knowing that Trent had already confirmed the answer for me.

"Oh God, that was wonderful Brian," gasped Julia. "Thank you so much."

"I don't think I've ever been that relaxed," added Trish. "That guy at the spa really knew how to give a massage."

"I have to agree," admitted Donna. "I wasn't so sure about taking four precious hours out of my schedule for a spa treatment, but I'm sure glad I did. Thanks for encouraging me to take some time for myself," she added, as she leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

The girls continued to talk about how great the spa was and how good Trent was at making them relax.

"Better than sex," Julia commented, as she tried to put her experience into words.

"Much better than sex," Trish added. "I don't know about the rest of you, but the last time I had sex that left me feeling that blissful was, well, never!"

"How about you, Donna," I inquired. "Was it as orgasmic for you as it was for the others?"

"Ooohhh Yea," she bounced back. "It's been so long since I've felt the rush of orgasm that I can't remember for certain what it feels like, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't any better than that massage!"

I was one of the girls now. The conversation had turned to sex and they didn't seem to mind that a male was in their presence. It was a sign of true acceptance. 

Another week zipped quickly past before it was time for another dose of "Time Out Tuesday." The discussion the previous week about sex and the busy housewife had spawned another idea in my always churning brain. This one took a little more preparation than the spa appointments, but like the good executive I once was, when it was time for the big game, I was always up for the challenge.

I wish I had a camera to catch the astonished look on the girl's faces when I waltzed into the café carrying three more boxes. This time they were considerably larger, about the size of a Kleenex box.

"More surprises from the mystery man?" Trish quizzed me, as I set the boxes in the center of the table.

"Trish, my dear," I answered, "It appears from our conversation last week that I have not yet accomplished my objective of getting you ladies to accept and adhere to my 'work hard, play hard' philosophy. It also appears that you have not yet grasped the concept of the need for balance and the need to make time for yourselves. So, I have prepared lesson number two, another homework assignment."

Julia reached for one of the boxes but I placed my hand on top of hers to prevent her from opening it.

"Now, now," I scolded her. "The contents of this box are for your eyes only and must be opened only in the privacy of your own home."

"Inside the box you will find several items," I informed them. "You will also find a list of instructions lying on top of the contents. It is imperative that you follow the instructions explicitly. Do not remove the cardboard separator between the instructions and the contents of the box until you have read the instructions completely. Oh yes, one more thing. Bring the box and all partially used or unused contents back here next Tuesday so I can grade your assignment."

For the next hour the girls stared at the boxes in the center of the table and offered guesses as to what might be inside. As we got up to leave at the end of another "Time Out Tuesday," each lady grabbed a box like it was the last present under the tree on Christmas morning.

As I opened the door of my BMW to head home, my thoughts were already racing trying to imagine what the girls' responses would be to my little assignment. My mind drifted to Julia and that sexy body she reveled in showing off. A smile crossed my face and a bulge grew in my pants as I imagined her reading the note inside the box.

Inside this box you will find the following items: - A vanilla scented candle - A lighter - A small bottle of bubble bath - An MP3 player with ear buds - A small velvet bag that is not to be opened until instructed to do so Remove the contents of the box and place all items within reach of the tub. Pour a hot bath and add enough bubble bath for a foamy relaxing bubble bath. Turn out the lights in the bathroom and light the vanilla candle. Slip into the tub, turn on the MP3 player, and enjoy the relaxing music. Do not open the velvet bag until you are instructed too. The remainder of the instruction will be recorded on the MP3 player. Sit back, relax, and enjoy.

Both my thoughts and my pulse were still racing when I pulled the BMW to a stop in my driveway. The bulge in my pants had not subsided during the short drive home and I was feeling the urge to take matters into my own hands and relieve the tension building in my balls. 

I quickly stripped, grabbed a bottle of baby oil from the cabinet and liberally coated my fully erect cock. With my cock and balls dripping with the slippery oil, I began a slow and sensual stroke. As I closed my eyes, my thoughts drifted to Julia and the surprise that awaited her.

I stroked my cock with long, slow strokes as I pictured Julia's gorgeous body stepping into that hot bath. 

As my gripping right hand slowly slid from the base of my rigid shaft to the tip of its head and back down again, the picture of Julia became more and more vivid in my mind. Her head titled back on the edge of the tub, her perfect body submerged beneath the frothy suds and her eyes closed as she listened to the soothing jazz music escaping the MP3 player.

I could picture the look of surprise on her face when the fourth song ended and she heard my voice begin to provide her final instructions through the earphones of the player.

"Now that you are fully relaxed," my pre-recorded message began, "It is time for your final instructions."


Time Out Tuesday Ch. 02



It had been just three short days ago when Julia, Trish, Donna and I had met for our weekly session of Time Out Tuesday, our one hour a week get together to escape the doldrums and stresses of life as a stay at home parent. My efforts to teach these lovely ladies the fine art of work life balance had taken an interesting and unexpected turn during the past seven days.

"Work hard, play hard," I had told them in one of our earlier get-togethers, "That, my friends, is the secret to enjoying life to the fullest."

Little did I know when I offered those words of wisdom a few weeks earlier that I would end up center stage in the "play" portion of that cliché. Playing "hard" took on an entirely new context this week when I read each lady's response to my offer to fill the void their husbands had chosen to neglect.

I had given the girls an opportunity to discretely express their interest in allowing me to take them to the heights of pleasure they deserved and secretly craved. Three offers extended, three offers accepted. 

I had promised each lovely lady that if they were interested, I would help them play out whatever sexual fantasy they desired and take them to a world of pleasure that neither their minds nor their bodies had experienced in many years. On Wednesday, Julia and I had taken that journey together to "Pleasure Island", and after a full day of incredible sex, we were both spent and exhausted, but at the same time, completely satisfied that we were indeed living life to the fullest.

It was a good thing I had planned a day off between adventures with the ladies. That extra day was essential in allowing my sore muscles to recover and my balls to replenish the warehouse of semen that had been 100% depleted in the multiple rounds of sex that Julia and I had relished in.

That was Wednesday. Now it was Friday and it was time for Trish to explore those forgotten adventures into the world of uninhibited euphoria. It was her day to forget about the monotonous routine of parenthood and for a heavenly six hours, blend the world of fantasy and reality into an indistinguishable blur, pushing her body and soul to the trembling heights of her wildest dreams.

Trish had requested that we meet at a hotel for her one on one adventure. I could hear the nervousness in her voice as she made the suggestion for what she called "the least risky option." 

I had never booked a hotel room with the intention of arriving in the morning and checking out the same afternoon. The first thought that went through my mind when Trish made the suggestion was the thought of one of those run down roadside motels that are notorious for renting rooms by the hour for the sole purpose of discrete encounters. That was not even an option to consider.

The list of hotels displayed on my screen from the Expedia website was quite lengthy. Obviously I couldn't book a room online and risk having the charges for a local hotel show up on my MasterCard statement, but the website could certainly help me narrow down the possibilities. Even by specifying four star and above as the filtering criteria, the list of options was pretty long. 

Hilton, Hyatt, Marriott, my usual choices for accommodations during the era of my business travels were all on the list. As I considered each option, my mind drifted into fantasy mode as I imagined the wild and erotic pleasures lying just beyond the veiled entrance to each room. 

As I hit the "Show Details" hyperlink on the website for the Hyatt Regency, my mind raced ahead of the computer before the details could be displayed on the screen. Long before the next page appeared, my imagination was already picturing the king size bed in the middle of the room, sheets and pillows thrown carelessly to the side and Trish lying naked, sweating, and smiling with the unmistakable gleam of a woman who was still tingling internally from a blissfully satisfying orgasm.

The description on the Marriot website of the Jacuzzi suite pushed my mind into overdrive and my cock into full throttle as visions of Trish and I playing water games rapidly fired through the neurons of my brain, accelerated by the testosterone that was actively working in my balls to replenish the stock of sperm that had been lost in my encounter with Julia.

The vision of Trish sitting on top of my reclined body with my pulsing cock buried between her athletic and toned legs, caused my cock to go from hard to brittle. Her glistening body rose with each upward stroke, exposing my rigid shaft that connected our hungering bodies. As her trembling arms gripped the sides of the tub, her firm and perfect ass splashed into the bubbling water with each downward thrust. I could see the jets of the Jacuzzi pointed directly toward Trish's most sensitive spot and with each rise out of the water I could see her swollen clit begging for the downward stroke that would position it back in direct contact with the tormenting water stream.

After considering the options and snapping my mind back to reality from its venture into the fantasy world of erotic adventures, I finally settled on an Embassy Suites. Trish had seemed pretty nervous about this whole thing. Walking into a hotel suite that felt more like an apartment might help her relax a little better than walking into a room where her first sight would be a king size bed. 

We had agreed to meet at 8:30. I had sent her a text message after I checked in to let her know I was in room 1132. I must have looked at my watch at least once every thirty seconds as I paced nervously back and forth between the door and the window. I felt like one of my kids on a long car trip asking every two minutes, "Are we there yet? Are we there yet?" 

The last glance at my watch told me it was now 8:50, twenty minutes past our agreed meeting time. Was Trish simply running late? Did she get cold feet and back out? Did somebody intercept the text message I sent her? All of those scenarios were racing through my head at a hundred miles an hour as I continued wearing a path in the carpet from my pacing. I checked my cell phone to see if she had replied to my text message. Nothing. Should I call her? What if her husband had somehow intercepted my earlier text message? 

My cell phone jumped to life as the incoming call triggered the display to glow and the ring tone to begin its electronic version of the classic hit, "Blackberry Ring Tone #3." Trish's name was prominently displayed on the screen as I picked up the phone to see who was calling.

"I'm having second thoughts about this," Trish confided, as she nervously explained her delay. "I was so damn excited last night I couldn't sleep, but now that it is time to really do this, I'm not so sure."

"I understand," I replied in a calming voice, trying to reassure her that I was fine with whatever decision she would ultimately make. "We have a really nice hotel room for the day though, and its already paid for, so why don't you just come over and we can spend the day chatting and relaxing?" If nothing more than that happens, so be it."

"Are you sure you won't be mad at me if I can't follow through with this?" Trish answered, her voice now sounding more like an insecure toddler than a mother of two.

"Don't be silly," I responded. "Stop by Starbucks on your way, pick me up a vanilla latte, and we'll call it even."

"That does sound pretty good," Trish confided. "I'll be there in about five minutes."

"Five minutes," I laughed. "Don't get any speeding tickets trying to get here."

"No problem," Trish giggled. "I'm in the hotel lobby and there's a Starbucks right here in the hotel. I've been pacing down here in the lobby for the last twenty minutes debating whether or not I should come up to the room."

Five minutes later there was a knock on the door.

I had to smile when I looked through the peep hole in the door to see if was indeed Trish and not the hotel maid checking to see if the room had been cleaned. The dark sunglasses and hat she had chosen to wear made her look like an undercover FBI agent trying to disguise her identity. 

It was obvious that when Trish left her house this morning, she was still planning for a day of sexual adventure. The lacy black camisole that exposed her well defined shoulders and arms and prominently displayed her small but firm cleavage was far more sexy than anything I had seen her wear in the past.

The torn fashion jeans that snugly gripped her long, sexy legs displayed just enough skin to be extremely sexy, but not trashy. The bright red three inch stiletto heals and matching leather purse completed the outfit perfectly. If it were nine o'clock at night instead of nine o'clock in the morning on this beautiful Friday, she would have been perfectly dressed for a night of clubbing and dancing at the trendiest nightclubs in town. 

"Damn," I stuttered, as I opened the door and reached for the two cups of coffee nestled comfortably in her perfectly manicured hands, highlighted by the bright red nail polish that appeared to have been professionally applied. "You look incredible."

"Thanks," she blushed, as she entered the room and let the heavy steel door close behind her.

"I'm really sorry about this," Trish explained, as we both sat down on the fluffy leather sofa in the living room portion of the suite. "You went to all of this trouble, paid for a luxury hotel room, and then I chicken out. I'll pay you back for the room," she continued. 

"You already have," I replied, laughing as I raised the steaming latte into the air in her direction.

In my previous life as a corporate executive, I had learned to read people pretty well, and I could certainly read from Trish's body language that she was nervous as hell about this whole thing. Her voice was cracking, she had a hard time looking me in the eye as we spoke, and the red splotches on her chest all told me that she was in unfamiliar territory and not so sure she wanted to be there. 

"I suppose I owe you an explanation," Trish fidgeted, as she nervously repositioned on the sofa and made a feeble attempt at eye contact before her eyes drifted back toward the floor.

"When we were all together on Tuesday talking about this, I wasn't thinking very clearly. I was still pissed off at Dan's comment about me being too old to wear that sexy lingerie you bought me and the kids were fighting all night the night before, so when you suggested some 'Trish time' to take my mind and body away from it all, it sounded too good to pass up."

"It was a spontaneous response fueled by my hormones and emotions, not my brain. I can't believe I let my emotions get in the way of good judgment" she added. "Since then, I've had more time to think about it and there are a thousand reasons why this is all wrong. Fifteen years of marriage, the kids, my own uncertainty as to whether or not I can do this without feeling so guilty I can't contain it, and I could go on and on."

Tiny beads of perspiration appeared on Trish's forehead as she tried to explain. It was obvious that she was torn between what she selfishly wanted for her own fulfillment and gratification, versus what she believed was the socially acceptable and "responsible" thing to do. Deep down she wanted to live life to the fullest like I was suggesting. Unfortunately, the thought of having a wild sexual experience where she could not only feel wanted and desired again, but also experience the pure physical pleasure of unbridled passion, was in direct conflict with her image of a dedicated wife and mother.

"Look Trish," I said. "I am perfectly fine if you want to keep our friendship completely platonic. The last thing I want to do is push you into something that you're going to spend the next year or the rest of your life regretting."

"I have been at the same point you are when it comes to wrestling with the 'Do I or don't I' question," I continued. 

That was no lie. I had wrestled with the exact same thing myself. I suppose everyone that enters into an affair goes through that thinking process at one point in time, unless it's a drunken one night fling that happens before you have a chance to even think it through. 

On one side of the balance you stack up all of the things you have to lose or regret if you choose to enter into this type of an arrangement. On the other side of the scale are all of the benefits of walking a little bit on the wilder side of life. 

The thing that tipped the balance for me was the regret aspect. I could easily see myself looking backwards in another twenty years and regretting all of the things in life that I let pass by and regretting that I had not lived life to the fullest. By that time, it would be too late and I could do nothing except regret it. 

I decided I was not going to let that happen. Maybe it was a selfish decision, maybe it was a decision born out of warped logic, but it was my decision. When I look back in twenty years, I want to look back with a smile on my face, reflecting on all of the memories of the great times I have had, rather than with a frown on my face reflecting on all of the things I wanted to do, but chose not to do out of fear about what somebody else might think. 

"It is clearly a personal choice," I told Trish. "Only you can decide if you would rather live your life knowing that you are fitting within the social norm, taking the chance that you might later regret not having lived life more fully, or if you would rather take a walk on the wild side knowing that you might also live to regret that decision." 

I could see the wheels spinning at warp speed inside of Trish's head. In her thinking over the past two days that led her to reconsider the spontaneous decision she had made on Tuesday, I don't think she had considered the point about looking back twenty years from now and regretting having led a boring but socially acceptable life, with the window of opportunity then closed and missed.

"Maybe you're right," Trish confided, now making more eye contact and displaying a renewed confidence in her own thinking. "Maybe living life to the fullest is worth the risk."

For the next hour Trish and I continued our somewhat philosophical discussion on the pros and cons of entering into a casual sex relationship. The discussion was not specifically about her and I, it was more of a generic discussion about affairs in general and the whole concept of doing things discretely that might be purely selfish and self centered. 

I shared with Trish my own story and the fact that none of my friends or family would ever suspect such behavior from me. I was the model husband and father in everyone's eyes. The fact that I had a secret side that no one knew about was part of the excitement and adventure that went along with the physical benefits.

By ten o'clock, Trish was much more relaxed and open with her feelings and thoughts. In the brief hour since she had stepped foot into the hotel suite, we had become like two gossiping girlfriends sharing our most secret and intimate feelings. The signs of nervousness were no longer visible in the color of her flesh, her voice had lost the nervous crack, and the smile and eye contact as she spoke were signs of renewed confidence, not uncertainty.

"This is a pretty nice suite," Trish commented, as she stood up from the sofa and twisted her neck to look around. "Care if I look around and see the rest of it?"

"Not at all," I responded, as I stood and placed a friendly hand on the small of her back, nudging her in the direction of the rest of the suite. "Let me play tour guide."

I must admit, for $180 a night, this was a really nice suite. The living room portion of the suite where we had been chatting for the past hour was a good ten by fifteen feet with a leather sofa, a modern glass coffee table, a leather arm chair that matched the sofa, and a solid oak entertainment armoire complete with a TV, stereo, video entertainment system, and a Sony Play Station.

There was a small kitchen and bar just inside of the suite entrance. From the kitchen you could either enter the bathroom that separated the kitchen from the bedroom, or you could enter the living area. 

The bedroom was clearly intended to be the focal point of the suite. The king size bed in the center of the room was facing the outside of the building. The room was on a corner of the hotel with two sides of the bedroom adorned with full length glass walls, curtained in such a way that you could either close them off for privacy or leave them open for a spectacular panoramic view of the city.

Five feet away from the bed was a large Jacuzzi enshrined in marble tile with what appeared to be solid gold faucets and fixtures. It was clear from the size of the tub that the architect of this particular room was thinking about something other than sleeping when he, or she, designed this place. Add to that the location next to the bed and a perfect view out of the full glass walls and you don't have to be a rocket scientist to know that this tub was intended for pleasure, not simply bathing.

Inside the bathroom was an incredible shower area that must have been at least eight feet by eight feet. Like the Jacuzzi, the shower was completely tiled in marble with the finest fixtures. Three adjustable shower heads at three different heights protruded from the polished marble on two opposite sides of the shower. A shower this size with six adjustable shower heads was certainly not designed with the typical business traveler or family vacationer in mind. 

"My God," Trish gasped, as she made her way from the Jacuzzi area to the rain forest like shower. "This place is incredible. It seems a shame to have this huge Jacuzzi and walk-in shower just going to waste."

Now it was I who had the lump in my throat and the instant dryness in my mouth. Part of me wanted to jump at the opportunity to suggest we get naked and try these water toys out (that would be the part of me that resides just south of my navel), and another part of me was rewinding the last hour of our conversation trying to be careful and not push Trish into something she wasn't quite sure about. 

I must have hesitated too long in my unconscious attempt to sort all of this out. Before I could get a response from my brain to my lips, Trish broke the silence.

"That was a cue," she laughed. "You were supposed to follow it with something like, 'I'm game if you are', or 'Last one in is a rotten egg' or some other corny line."

"Well," I stammered, "You caught me off guard. After our earlier discussion, I didn't want to seem overly eager to push you into something you didn't want to do."

"Trust me," Trish winked. "Unless you get me drunk and take advantage of me, and I don't see any alcohol in here, if anything happens in that tub it will be because I want it to happen, not because you pushed me into it. Can't two friends just share a bubble bath?"

So much for my ability to read people. At this point, I wasn't sure exactly what Trish had in mind. The growing bulge in my pants was the result of part of my brain hoping that my twenty year regret scenario had tipped the scales and Trish was ready to begin her adventure into living life to the fullest. The more logical part of my brain kept that erection from getting too hard as it worked to convince me that any hopes of consummating our friendship on this particular day was merely wishful thinking.

"I'll start the water," I grinned, as I headed toward the Jacuzzi and Trish headed back into the living room saying she needed to get something from the other room.

When Trish returned she was carrying a small gym bag that she had brought with her. I started to ask her earlier what was in the bag, but I just assumed it was a change of clothes so she could dress down a little bit before picking up the kids after school.

"What's in the bag?" I questioned, as she placed it beside the Jacuzzi within reaching distance from the inside of the tub.




Time Out Tuesday Ch. 02



"Oh just some things I brought along in case I needed them," she casually replied. 

As I sat on the corner of the tub trying to get the temperature of the water just right, Trish sat on the corner of the bed just a few feet away and began to undress. I couldn't help but stare as she raised her well toned leg and reached to remove the back strap of her stiletto heals. She gave me a sexy wink as she let her hands glide down the leg of her jeans as she teasingly moved her leg back to the floor and then proceeded to repeat the process with the other shoe..

The next piece of clothing to go was the lacy black camisole. As she crossed her arms in front of her and grabbed the bottom of the camisole in each hand, it took only a second to raise the silk fabric over her head and expose the naked and erect nipples beneath.

The flush of redness had once again returned to Trish's chest, but this time I was relatively certain it was flushed for a different reason. As she stood up, topless and sexy as can be, Trish looked me square in the eyes as she fumbled with the button of her jeans and then slowly worked the faded denim down her hips until they dropped to the floor. The black thong panties did little to cover her remaining flesh as she raised one leg, and then the other, to step free from the crumpled jeans.

"Shit," I stammered. "That is one incredibly sexy body. You are absolutely beautiful," I continued. 

Trish blushed, closed her eyes, and rolled her head backward as she let out a deep cleansing breath.

"I'll bet it's been five years since anybody has told me I'm beautiful," Trish sighed, with a tone of disappointment in her voice. "I quit believing a long time ago that I was sexy and beautiful and that any man would desire me," she finished.

Even without the high heels, Trish stood a good five feet eight inches tall as she stood there in front of me wearing nothing but a smile and a thong. Her legs were long and lean like those of a well trained athlete. The curve of her ass was small and tight with her skin stretched tight across her well defined muscles. Her abs were well maintained and obviously sculpted with many hours of workouts to hide any trace of the two children that had once called her womb home.

"Jesus girl," I choked out. "With a body like that you could have any guy you wanted. I can't believe Dan isn't begging you every night to rock his world."

"Well he's not," Trish groaned. "I guess I'm just not sexually attractive to the old goat anymore. He told me once I should get a boob job, but I never really thought that would make the difference, so I didn't do it."

Trish's small but perky tits looked perfect on her petite frame. They may have only been 34B, but given the rest of the package, there was absolutely no excuse for any red blooded male to be doing anything short of worshiping this fine lady.

"I'm only a jury of one," I told Trish, "But if my vote counts for anything at all, I would say your husband is guilty of gross neglect."

Trish leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. 

"You certainly know what to say to make me feel good and feel appreciated," she whispered. "Thank you."

Trish stepped out of her thong and stepped into the Jacuzzi.

"You are going to join me aren't you?" Trish pleaded, as she sank into the warm oasis.

I didn't need to be asked twice. As I stood up and began to remove my clothes, it became obvious from the size of my erection that Trish's little striptease had stirred plenty of interest on my part. My cock stood straight up and throbbed with anticipation as I lowered my boxers and prepared to step into the opposite end of the tub.

"If you didn't believe my words when I told you that you were beautiful and sexy, there shouldn't be any doubt in your mind now," I laughed, as I looked down toward the raging hard-on throbbing beneath me.

"Very nice," Trish winked. "Unless you tell me you walk around all day in that condition, I'll take that reaction as a compliment."

Trish opened the bag she had placed beside the Jacuzzi and pulled out a small bottle of bubble bath, drizzling a small amount into the pulsing water in front of one of the jets. The foam began to form instantly. 

"What else do you have in that bag?" I asked, as I raised an eyebrow in an inquisitive manner and playfully reached for the bag.

"Don't you dare," Trish ordered, slapping my hand as I neared the bag.

"It's just some things I brought along in case I needed them. Like bubble bath," she continued, holding the bottle up for me to see.

My thoughts wandered back to a couple of weeks earlier when I had given each of the girls a vibrator as a vehicle to help them relax and spend some time on themselves. Trish had surprised us all by bringing the vibrator back the following week with a whole box of spent batteries. I was guessing she had brought along a toy or two in the bag she was guarding so closely, but it didn't look like I was going to find that out anytime soon.

After twenty minutes of soaking in the frothy Jacuzzi, the timer on jets decided it was time for us to either get out or set it for another round. I needed a drink of water so I offered to jump out and get us both a cold bottle from the other room. My once tall standing and proudly displayed hard-on had managed to shrink considerable in the swirling heat of the whirlpool. 

As I returned to the Jacuzzi with the water, Trish was still relaxing in the tub with her head tilted back, her eyes closed, and her hands gently massaging her tits and tugging softly at her erect nipples. My cock once again lurched to attention at the sight of this beautiful lady lying naked before me.

"Enjoying yourself?" I queried, as I placed a bottle of water on the ledge beside Trish. 

"God this is relaxing," she moaned, as she opened her eyes and reached for the bottle of water.

"Maybe for you," I laughed, "But my cock has been up and down more than a light switch over the last two hours and my poor balls are turning blue. Much more of this and I'm going to have to excuse myself to the bathroom and take matters into my own hands, if you know what I mean."

"Why go hide in the bathroom?" Trish shot back without a second of hesitation. "I would love to watch you take matters into your own hands," she added, as she licked her lips and stared me straight in the eye. "Watching a guy jack off in front of me has always been one of my unfulfilled fantasies."

I could tell by the tone of her voice and the lust in her eyes that she was not joking about this. She was dead serious.

"I'll make you a deal," I said. "I'll masturbate in front of you on two conditions. Condition one: You have to pleasure yourself at the same time. It seems only fair that if I'm doing it, so are you."

I hesitated for a response to my first condition to see if there was any need to continue on to the second request.

"I'm game," Trish responded. "I was planning that even before you asked."

"Condition two," I added, "Is that you let me see what is in that bag."

"That's not fair," Trish pouted. "I'm not sure I can do that."

"Come on," I pleaded, "It can't be that bad."

After pondering the dilemma for what seemed like an eternity, Trish reached over and slid the bag in my direction. I was more than a little bit surprised when I rifled through the contents. Trish had obviously intended to live out some pretty wild fantasies when she left home this morning. 

A quick inventory of the contents revealed a vibrator, a pack of twelve batteries, and a set of four rolled up pieces of velvet that appeared to be intended to tie something, or someone, to the corner posts of that four poster bed. There was also an unopened tube of KY jelly, a small butt plug, a string of anal beads and a blindfold.

"I do believe you came prepared to play," I cleared my throat, somewhat taken back by what I had just witnessed. "I knew I should have brought some booze to get you liquored up," I laughed.

"All right," Trish demanded. "I lived up to my end of the deal, now it's your turn to deliver."

Trish's hand slid beneath the foamy water and a soft moan escaped her lips as her fingers touched her aching womanhood at the same instant my hand encircled my own cock. I opened the drain of the tub with my free hand to allow the water to escape so I could watch Trish pleasure herself with her long and experienced fingers.

With the water drained, I had a perfect view as Trish parted her swollen pussy lips with two of her fingers while she gently rubbed her now exposed clit with a third finger. The past two hours must have had the same effect on Trish as they did on me. It was only a matter of seconds before she bit her lower lip and tensed her muscles as the first wave of orgasm rippled through her body.

Damn that was an erotic sight. My own strokes increased in speed and intensity as I watched the pleasure take over her body. Trish reached for the bag and quickly retrieved the vibrator and brought the buzzing tip to her still swollen clit. Another moan of ecstasy reverberated from her chest as the tingling toy made contact with her sensitive pleasure center.

I could feel my own orgasm building in my balls as my eyes remained fixed on this beautiful creature in front of me pleasuring herself with her fingers and her toy and staring intently at my cock as she watched me stroke my throbbing shaft. 

"Oh God I'm about to cum," I breathed, as I approached the point of no return.

"Not yet," Trish begged, as she reached out and grabbed my balls and gently pulled them away from my body.

I had read that you could stop the male orgasm in this manner and prolong the pleasure, but I had never actually experienced it. Sure enough though, the sense of immediate pending orgasm diminished as she squeezed my ready balls.

"I want to cum with you," Trish confided, as she released my balls and returned her focus to her own body.

I slowed my stroking to ensure I didn't get myself back to the breaking point before Trish was ready. Her eyes remained glued to my cock as her breathing began to quicken and the signs of another orgasm began to show in her eyes. Trish ran her index finger across the tip of my cock scooping up my pre cum and bringing it to her own lips for a taste.

"Cum now," Trish begged, in a whimpering voice, weakened by the total loss of control her body was quickly approaching.

As I intensified the pace of my strokes, it was only a matter of seconds before my balls erupted and the first shot of cum blasted from my cock and landed in the tub between us. The second, third, and forth burst were nearly as intense as the first as my pearl white seed erupted from within. 

The sight of my spewing cum was too much for Trish to handle and another, even stronger, orgasm ripped through her entire body. I could see her muscles tense, her body tremble, and her eyes gloss over as her body, mind and soul all succumbed to the intense pleasure radiating from the depths of her inner most being.

As the last drop of cum oozed from my spent cock and the last wave of orgasm faded from Trish's body, we both relaxed into the waterless Jacuzzi to catch our breath.

"That was pretty erotic," Trish commented, as we sat back down on the sofa in the living area of the suite, now clad in the terrycloth bathrobes provided courtesy of the hotel. "Watching you stroke yourself got me incredibly turned on."

We spent the next half hour chit chatting some more about unfulfilled fantasies and the fact that neither of our spouses shared our desires for adventure and excitement. Trish shared the fact that sex was something she rarely experienced anymore, and even when she did, it was more like something her husband felt obligated to do and not something he wanted to do. I could certainly relate to that situation.

"What made you decide to look elsewhere for your excitement?" Trish asked, as we continued our conversation.

"To be honest," I said, "I just decided one day that life is too short and if I didn't live it to the fullest, I'd wake up one day and regret it. So now I do what I want when it comes to seeking out adventure and living out my fantasies. Maybe I'll regret that one day as well, but I'd rather live with the regret of having done something than live with the regret of never having attempted to live life to the fullest."

Trish sat silent for a couple of minutes pondering what I had said. I could tell by the expression on her face that she was processing my words and trying to come to grips with her own dilemma. Suddenly a big smile came across her face and her eyes lit up.

"Come on," she ordered, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me up from the sofa. "I have another unfulfilled fantasy I want to live out."

Damn, that got my butt up off the sofa almost as fast as it got my cock into a ready state of mind. Trish was almost running through the suite as she dragged me by the hand in the direction of the bedroom. She paused at the base of the Jacuzzi just long enough to grab her toy chest and then she pulled us both onto the oversized bed.

Reaching into her goodie bag, she pulled out the four rolled up pieces of cloth and the blindfold and tossed them in the center of the bed. Two seconds later she had slipped out of her robe and dropped it to the carpet.

"I want you to tie me up," her voice was soft and quivering as her emotions were now in complete control of her actions. 

"You can do anything except fuck me," she ordered. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that yet, but anything else is fair game."

My cock was standing full staff now as I dropped my own robe and began to tie Trish's wrists and ankles to the four posts of the massive bed. With the final tie in place, I slipped the blindfold over her eyes and stood back to admire her beauty. Damn she was gorgeous lying there spread eagle with her chest fluttering with anxiety and anticipation. 

I lightly brushed my fingers down each side of her chest and stomach, barely making contact with her tender skin. Her wiggling increased at the touch of my fingertips and the goose bumps that immediately appeared were an undeniable sign that her body was primed and ready. More goose bumps emerged and a series of soft moans escaped her lips as my tongue joined my finger tips in lightly tormenting every inch of her gorgeous body.

Trish's nipples stood erect and the musty scent of her passion filled the air as I continued kissing, licking, and softly massaging her naked body. From her tied wrists to her succulent breasts, my tongue made repeated passes. From her navel to the edge of her pubic bone and then along her inner thighs, my tongue continued to torment her goose bump riddled flesh.

For at least twenty minutes her body twitched and wiggled beneath my fingers and tongue in anticipation of the incredible pleasure that she would realize once my focus turned to her swollen clit and sweet juicy pussy. I was careful not to touch her clit or pussy as I tormented her, hoping to build her pleasure to an unbearable height before touching her most sensitive spots and triggering a mind blowing orgasm.

"I need to go get something," I told Trish, as I climbed off the bed and left her laying there sweating and panting from my torments.

"Damn it Brian," Trish begged. "Where the hell are you going? I'm two seconds and one lick away from exploding, please don't go."

"I'll be back in less than five minutes," I reassured her, kissing each hardened nipple before climbing off the bed and getting dressed.

Five minutes later I returned from the front lobby where I had purchased a razor and a travel size can of shaving cream.

"I'm back," I greeted her, as I reentered the bedroom and stood staring in amazement at her blindfolded body as I undressed and climbed back onto the bed.

Trish's body had stopped quivering and the goose bumps had receded while I was gone, but within seconds of my returning to the finger and tongue lashing of her most sensitive extremities, her body was once again primed and ready.

"What's that?" Trish questioned, as she heard the hiss of the shaving cream can as I filled the palm of my hand with the soothing foam. 

"Just lay there and relax," I ordered her. "I promise I won't hurt you."

Trish didn't say a word as I gently lathered the shaving cream around her pussy in preparation for the scalping. I had intentionally chosen a brand containing menthol to provide that cooling sensation as it contacted her burning desire. 

When the razor touched her tender flesh, she jumped slightly and wiggled against the velvet restraints. With short, gently strokes, I pulled the razor across her pubic bone and along the side of her pouting pussy lips. Slowly and sensually I removed all traces of brunet hair from her beautifully glistening pussy.

"Hold still," I cautioned her, as I spread her pussy lips slightly and gently pulled the razor across the inside of her folds. 

There were no traces of her soft brown hair so close to her tender inner flesh. The intent in dragging the razor sharp steel across her inner folds was simply to send shivers through her internal furnace. It worked. I could hear her moaning with each touch and I could see her bite harder on her lower lip with each pass of the blade. Her body was paralyzed on the exterior, fearful that even a slight move might cause the steel blade to slice into her tender flesh. She tried helplessly to remain motionless on the outside while every nerve ending and every muscle within her body quivered from the touch.

With a warm wet wash cloth I wiped the remaining traces of shaving cream from her body and cast the wash rag aside. It had now been more than thirty minutes since I had initiated the torment of her body and I had not yet let her cum. It was time.

Starting once again at her constrained wrists and working my way down her body, I licked and kissed her moist and tender body as she flinched and wiggled beneath my touch. Circling each nipple and sucking it softly into my mouth brought a louder moan as her pleasure was once again peaking. 

Trish's breathing quickened and her moans turned sharper and louder as my tongue neared her womanhood. As I spread her swollen pussy lips with my fingers, her body finally got its long awaited reward as my tongue gently circled her clit.

"Oh my God Brian, that feels so fucking good," Trish panted, in a nearly incoherent squeal.

"Don't stop, please don't stop," she begged, as I flicked my tongue quickly and aggressively across her protruding clit.

As I plunged two fingers from my free hand deep inside of her soaked pussy and massaged her G-Spot while my tongue continued its relentless attack, Trish could take no more. I could feel her pussy muscles grip my fingers as the first wave of orgasm came crashing over her. Her whole body tensed and shook as the second, third, and forth aftershock rippled through her. As my tongue and fingers refused to slow down, I felt the warm gush of Trish's cum squirting against the palm of my hand as she came over and over again.

When the last wave calmed and passed, Trish fell back on the bed.

"Damn, I have never cum so hard that I squirted," Trish confessed, as she lay there giggling like a teenage girl, still panting breathlessly. "I always thought squirting was just a myth," she continued.

Without saying another word, I moved to the side of the bed and reached into Trish's bag of goodies for a little something to prolong her experience. Still blindfolded, Trish heard me fumbling through the bag in search of the anal beads and responded with a quick and concerned, "What are you doing?"

"Just looking for something," I nonchalantly replied. 

"You are going to untie me, aren't you?" 

"When I'm done," I chuckled, with a sinister laugh.

Trish's pussy was still glistening with the wetness from her gushing orgasm and I considered using her own juices to lubricate the string of anal beads, but opted instead for the KY jelly, selfishly keeping her juices for my own taste in the moments to come. 




Time Out Tuesday Ch. 02



"What are you doing?" Trish quickly blurted out, as my left hand slid beneath her firm ass and raised it a few inches off the bed.

Without saying a word, I took the lubricated string of beads and began working them gingerly into her tight ass.

Trish stiffened as she felt the first bead at the entrance to her back door and came to the realization of what I had planned. A soft moan escaped her lips as the first bead passed the resistance of her sphincter. A similar moan followed the second, third, and forth bead as they each successfully navigated the tight entryway. By the time her rear door had closed behind the eighth and final bead, her eyes were distant and half closed as if her mind were in a pleasure galaxy a million miles away.

I'm not sure if her pussy was still simply soaked from the tremendous orgasm she had experienced just minutes earlier, or if the faucet to her juices was now permanently turned on, but whatever the cause, her pussy still oozed with wetness as my lips and tongue once again returned to her clit.

Trish jumped as the tip of my tongue flicked across her swollen clit.

"Oh God Brian, my clit is so fucking sensitive right now. Be gentle," she begged, as my tongue began another round of relentless torture on her now super sensitive clit.

Had her hands not still been tied to the bed, I'm certain she would have been holding my head between her hands, guiding my movements to keep the intensity from becoming too overbearing.

The taste of her sweetness was incredible as I lapped at her clit and dove my tongue into the depths of her pussy. With her arms and legs still restrained, Trish thrashed and squirmed as best she could beneath my unyielding torment. Her breathing was now rapid, her heart pounding and her flesh perspiring as my tongue and fingers brought her once again to the edge of orgasm. 

"Oh God that feels wonderful," Trish moaned, in a guttural voice clearly indicating a strained effort to hold off the wave of orgasm attempting to erupt from within her. 

Her stomach muscles were tight and her chest heaved with quick, sharp breaths as she did her best to fend off, or at least prolong, the incredible feeling of her pending orgasm.

With my tongue rapidly circling her swollen clit, I once again slid two fingers deep into her slippery pussy and reached upward to stroke that bundle of nerve endings called the G-spot. 

"Oh fuck," Trish gasped, fighting harder than ever to hold back, her body now beginning to tremble uncontrollably.

With my free right hand I reached around Trish's thigh for the string on the forgotten beads that I had planted several minutes earlier. With my tongue continuing its relentless torment of her clit, and my left hand buried two fingers deep in her tight pussy, I gently tugged at the string of the anal beads allowing only the first bead to slip past her sphincter and out of her ass.

The orgasm was immediate and intense. The instant Trish felt the bead move, her mind shifted from control to surprise and she lost her ability to hold back any longer. Her clit, her pussy, and her ass experiencing simultaneous attention was more than her mind could control as she gave way to the intense pleasure and allowed the orgasm to wash through her body. 

As the third and forth wave of orgasm diminished in intensity and Trish began to show signs that her orgasm was nearly complete, I slowly pulled the second bead from its hiding place sending her right back to the height of orgasm and a fifth and sixth intense wave.

The third, forth and fifth bead had the same reaction. Each time her climax showed signs of weakening I would pull another bead through her tender opening driving her right back to the peak of ecstasy. For nearly two full minutes I was able to keep her at the height of intensity as I slowly removed the beads, each time sending a continuing wave of incredible orgasm crashing over her.

When the final bead escaped her tightness, the tears were flowing down her cheeks and her entire body quivered from the uncontrollable intensity of the moment. Her mind was no longer in control, her emotions were now 100% in the driver's seat.

I knew if I asked Trish at that particular moment to let me fuck her, the answer would have been a resounding yes, but I also knew that it would be unfair and potentially regretful to take advantage of her at a time when her emotions were driving her decisions, not her better judgment. If Trish wanted to take the next step, there would be plenty of time and plenty of future opportunities to expand our little "work hard, play hard" theme to new heights. 

Another day, another adventure!



Time Out Tuesday



"Please loosen the draw string from the small velvet bag and remove the contents," were the words Julia would be hearing right now.

"Inside you will find a small waterproof vibrator. Turn the vibrator on, hold it in your right hand, and place it firmly against your clitoris. With your left hand, gently massage your right breast and nipple. You must continue to keep both hands and the vibrator in full contact with your body until you achieve two orgasms, or the battery in the vibrator goes dead, whichever happens first."

The vision of Julia twisting the vibrator to turn it on and watching it disappear beneath the suds made my balls tingle with anticipation. I could almost hear her moans as she trembled with excitement while the vibrator worked its magic on the sensitive nerve endings clustered in that one tiny bud. As her left hand squeezed and pinched her erect nipple with increasing aggressiveness, my own hand picked up the pace in perfect rhythm. 

In my mind I could see Julia's back gently arch as the orgasm began to emerge from her inner most core, her shoulder blades pressing into the porcelain tub and her knees trembling with anticipation. At the same time, I could feel my own lava preparing to erupt in volcanic proportions. As if it were happening in slow motion, I watched as Julia's eyes closed, her mouth opened just enough to bite down on her lower lip, and her body tense as an enormous orgasm ripped through her sexy body. 

Seconds later my own orgasm sent a burst of liquid lust erupting from my balls and flooding onto my chest. The jetting cum splattering onto my skin snapped me back to reality. The vision of Julia had been just that, a vision, but the cum now dripping from my own chest was real.

Donna was the first of the three girls I saw the following day as we were standing outside of the school waiting to pick up the kids. She was standing about twenty feet away talking to one of the teachers. When she caught my eye, she gave me one of those raised eyebrow, "I can't believe you did that" kind of looks. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but I was certain she had opened the little velvet bag.

Julia snuck up behind me while I was standing on the sidewalk.

"Thank you," she whispered in my ear, as she paused only long enough to get those two little words out before she walked away without me having a chance to reply.

I didn't see Trish that day, but when I did see her the following day, it was business as usual. No indication that she either had, or had not, opened the box. She was the one that I worried might be offended by my little surprise, but I could see no indication yet that I had done that. There was one thing I knew for certain. Next week's "Time Out Tuesday" session would be an interesting one.

When Tuesday arrived, I decided to show up a few minutes late. I thought the girls might like to compare notes and share some "girl talk" before the outsider came along and made it less comfortable.

Instead of their normal table in the center of the café, this morning the girls were sitting at a corner table which offered a little more privacy than center stage. Just as I had instructed the week before, each lady had returned their box and each sat with it positioned in front of them like a school child preparing to hand in her homework.

"Did you ladies have fun?" I laughed, as I sat down at the table. 

"Let's see how good you are at following directions," I added, as I reached across the table for the box sitting in front of Donna.

One by one I pulled out the contents of the box and placed them on the table. The candle was about a third gone, the bubble bath was half empty and the MP3 player was on song fifteen, so I knew it had been used and I knew she had gotten past my verbal instructions that followed song number four on the player.

"Not bad," I said. "You follow instructions pretty well. Shall I check the contents of the velvet bag?" I added with a smile.

With that I opened the draw stringed bag and discretely removed the vibrator and twisted the shaft to turn it on. Nothing happened.

"Excellent," I said. "The battery is dead."

Julia and Trish clapped and cheered at the obvious indication that Donna had used the vibrator long enough to drain it dry.

"Did it get the job done before the battery died?" I asked, as I placed the vibrator back into the bag.

"Oh yes," Donna proudly proclaimed, as she raised three fingers into the air signaling not once, not twice, but three times.

The girls burst out in laughter and shared high fives all around the table.

"Alright Ms. Julia, it's your turn," I stated as I reached for the box she was now guarding.

"I have a big tub," Julia mumbled, as I pulled out an empty bubble bath bottle and placed it on the table.

"The electricity went off," she continued, as I removed the nearly half exhausted candle from the box as the other girls giggled in unison.

"Now, for the real test," I said, as I reached inside the velvet bag to extract the pleasure piquing toy inside.

A faint buzz emerged from the vibrator as I twisted the switch to test it. Three seconds later the remaining juice was gone and it sputtered to silence.

Cheers and high fives once again erupted around the table. Trish and Donna both looked at Julia with their eyebrows raised and their hands open as if to say, "Well?"

Julia knew exactly what they were hinting at, even though no words were spoken. Raising two fingers into the air, Julia signaled her answer. Laughter and cheers once again followed.

Trish was a little flushed as she slid her own box in my direction. I was a little hesitant to open the box out of fear that Trish might not have liked the assignment and might be embarrassed to be the only one who didn't complete it as requested. I was pretty sure Donna and Julia were bold enough to take my challenge. I wasn't so certain about Trish.

I was puzzled at first when I opened the box, but then a grin washed over my face as I realized what it meant. 

"Interesting," I commented as I looked inside the box.

The bubble bath bottle I pulled from the box was completely drained. The candle that should have burnt for at least three hours was completely gone with only a hint of charred wax in the bottom of the jar. The MP3 player was also dead, its energy drained by excessive use.

"Looks to me like you have been spending a lot of time in the tub, young lady," I quizzed her as I placed the empty objects on the table.

"Let's see if there was anything else besides bathing going on in that tub," I chuckled, as I opened the draw string and reached inside the velvet pouch.

Trish's face was flushed red with either excitement or embarrassment as I twisted the vibrator to see if it had been used. As the switch in the base of the toy clicked into the ON position, the vibrator sprang to life with full force. The battery was fully charged.

"Trish, Donna proclaimed. "I can't believe you didn't use it. All that time in the tub and you never let yourself succumb to the incredible pleasure that little toy can deliver?"

Before Trish could answer, I reached back into the box and pulled out the remaining contents. As I opened my hand and let the contents fall onto the table, five AA batteries rolled from the palm of my hand onto the table.

"I'm assuming those are all dead," I laughed, as Donna and Julia looked on in astonishment.

"Let's just say their exhausted," Trish confirmed with a devilish grin.

"Oh my God," Julia exclaimed. "You went through five batteries? How many times did you, you know ...?"

"Too many to count," was all Trish could say, as the laughter erupted to an all time high.

The remainder of the hour went by quickly as the girls spent most of the time bashing their respective husbands for not fulfilling the desires that my little present had helped them to rediscover. I didn't even have to pry to find out that sex was a distant memory for all three ladies. Three beautiful, sexy vixens in the prime of their life were being deprived of one of the most basic pleasures of life. This injustice would need to be corrected!

As we said our goodbyes at the end of another "Time Out Tuesday", my mind was already planning the next activity. These girls needed a little romance put back in their lives, and I had just the plan.

I was feeling pretty proud of myself when I strode into the café the next Tuesday. The sweater sized gift boxes piled in my arms were beautifully wrapped in shiny gold paper. The girls immediately stopped talking when they saw me enter through the glass door and step onto the hardwood floor of the café.

"I thought a lot about what we talked about last week," I confessed to them, as I lowered the heavy boxes onto the table. "I picked you up a little something to help rekindle the fire," I continued, "But you can't open it until you get home."

"It better be a gallon of gasoline," laughed Donna, "If you intend to rekindle Frank's fire."

We continued to chat and laugh for the remainder of the time before we concluded another of our weekly stress relief sessions and the girls each snatched up their surprise package and headed for their cars.

Inside each box, the girls would find an assortment of items for a romantic evening with their husbands. A nice bottle of wine, a bottle of scented massage oil, a coupon for a free night of babysitting from a local child care service appropriately called, "Mama needs a night out", and a sexy piece of lingerie selected especially for her.

For Trish, I had selected a two pieced ensemble that consisted of a matching pair of frilly red bikini panties and a lacy red camisole that dropped low in the front and was cut off just above the navel. In my own mind, I thought Trish's long, athletic body would look irresistible draped in red lace.

For Donna, I went with a one piece teddy. Given her perpetual need to wear loose fitting clothing, I thought she might be a little self conscious and prefer something slightly less reveling. Although Trent had sworn over and over again that Donna had a body to die for, I didn't want to take any chances. The black lace teddy I picked out for her would look incredible.

Julia was the easiest to shop for. Knowing that she loved to show off her body, less would be best for her outfit. The frilly white bra with spaghetti thin straps and cups that covered only the bottom half of her breasts, along with the matching white thong panties, would look fabulous against her bronze tanned skin.

The stage was set. I couldn't wait for the following week to arrive to hear the girls giggle and laugh at the great sex that would no doubt result from my little surprise. 

I was feeling pretty cocky and proud when I plopped down at our usual table the following week.

"Who wants to start," I asked. "I want to hear all the details of what you did on your special night with Hubby."

"Don't be bashful," I added, "It's just us girls here."

"I'll start," Donna chimed in. "Mine won't take log to describe," she added.

"When Frank saw me in that sexy teddy, his only comment was, 'Aren't you going to be cold sleeping in that thing?' So I drank two glasses of wine and put my flannel PJ's on."

"My luck wasn't much better," Trish added. "I was waiting on the bed when Dan came home from work. He took one look at me and said, 'Aren't you a little old to be wearing an outfit like that?' How is that for a mood creator? I got dressed and went and picked up the kids."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better," replied Julia, "Bill was certainly up for the idea of sex, but it was five minutes of wham bam and he was done, long before I was even warmed up. He fell asleep and I headed downstairs to find a fresh battery for my new best friend."

Talk about a plan backfiring. I felt like looking for the nearest rock to climb under.

"I am so, so sorry girls," I sighed. "I had no idea this would turn out like this. You must hate all men right now, including me. I set you up for disappointment and I didn't even realize it. I'm really, really sorry."

The conversation continued for most of the hour centered on the subject of how awful their respective sex lives were. They didn't seem bitter. It was like they had accepted this as the way things are supposed to be in kind of a "that's life" sort of way. The longer we chatted, the more I realized that these three ladies deserved more.

"I have an idea," I blurted out during a lull in the conversation. "I need a piece of paper and three pencils or pens. Anybody got a pen or pencil in their purse?"

The girls shuffled through their purses and came up with three pens. I went to the counter and asked the waitress for a piece of paper. When I sat back down at the table, I tore the paper into three equal pieces and handed one to each of the ladies.

"Here's the deal," I said, in a slightly lower voice making sure nobody else in the café could hear. 

"You girls deserve better than this. You deserve to be treated like goddesses and you deserve to experience mind blowing orgasms that leave you trembling and completely satisfied. You have a choice. You can choose to continue to allow yourselves to be deprived because your husbands are selfish idiots who don't appreciate what they have, or you can choose to take matters into your own hands and live life to the fullest."

"I want to help you fulfill all of your wildest fantasies," I continued. "Call me a boy toy, call me a surrogate sex partner, call me whatever you like, but let me spend some one on one time with you and take you to heights of sexual pleasure you never thought possible."

The girls looked at each other with a surprised yet inquisitive look. I could see their wheels spinning inside those lovely heads as they toyed with the idea I had just proposed.

"This is strictly between each one of you individually and me," I went on. "It has to be 100% discrete. 

"I'm married too," I continued, "So this can't get out. Anything and everything that happens will be just between you and I."

"If you're interested," I said, "Write your phone number down on the piece of paper and I'll take if from here. If you aren't interested, just write "No Thanks" on the paper. That way everyone will be writing something and no one else will know if you wrote down a phone number or a decline."

Without hesitation each lady picked up a piece of paper and started writing. When they finished, they folded the paper and handed it to me. 

"Okay," I said as I collected the last piece of paper, "Time for me to be going."

"Depending on what is written on these papers," I added, "I will either see you next week, or I may see some of you sooner. Tata for now."

The door of my car had barely closed before I anxiously reached into my shirt pocket for the three pieces of paper. The half erect cock in my constraining jeans was about to either become fully deflated, or fully charged depending on what was written on those sheets of paper.

I nervously opened the first piece of paper. 555-3412 was scribbled on the paper. My cock lurched to full staff. 

My pulse was now racing faster as the nervous perspiration formed on my forehead. I unfolded paper number two. 555-6823. My head was spinning at the thought of two lovely ladies wanting me to sexually drive them crazy. 

The third and final paper was now between my fingers and ready to be revealed. My eyes widened and my cock once again twitched as I opened the last piece of the mystery. 555-9154.

I had offered three invitations and received three quick and eager acceptances. This was going to be a lot of fun. 

Who should be first, I pondered? According to Trent, Donna had the best body of the trio. Trish had demonstrated her insatiable sexual appetite a few weeks earlier with her battery confession making her a possible first choice. No, it would have to be Julia. She had been teasing me with her flirtatious gestures and flashing me glimpses of her incredible cleavage for six weeks now. I had woken up more than once with a morning hard on having dreamt about that hot body of hers. Now it was time to live out some of those dreams. 

I gave the ladies an hour to get home before I called to arrange their individual appointments. It would be Julia on Wednesday, Trish on Friday, and Donna on Monday. I figured with Donna being last, if Trent was right about how hot she was, I could still get the jets revved up even after two exhausting days of all day sex with the other two.

The plan was set for Wednesday. Julia would drop the kids off at school and then come by my house. My wife was out of town for the week, so I had all evening to launder the sheets and get the house back in order. My goal was to leave Julia completely exhausted and spent, too weak and tired to do a load of laundry at her own house to remove the scent of our full day of passionate sex. The only safe place for our rendezvous was my place.

I dropped the kids off a little early on Wednesday to get home and get ready for Julia. At eight thirty sharp, the doorbell rang and Julia was nervously standing at the entry with just a single door separating her from the pleasure she craved and deserved.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Julia proclaimed, as I opened the door and welcomed her in. "Don't you dare tell the others," she ordered.

"Like I told you yesterday," I comforted her. "This is just between you and me. Complete, one hundred and fifty percent discretion. There are only two people on the face of this earth that will ever know what happens today, just you and me."

I could sense the nervousness in Julia's eyes and voice as I led her up the oak treads of the staircase toward the bedroom where her passion would finally be set free. Julia fumbled with the button on her blouse as she stood beside the bed. 

"Relax," I told her. "Let me help."

I slid behind Julia and pulled her close to me with her back against my chest. I pulled the hair away from her neck and gently kissed her neck as I pulled her body against mine. Soft moans escaped her lips as my lips tenderly kissed her neck, shoulder, and ear lobe. I could feel her heart pounding as the hand that I had wrapped around her waist made its way up her stomach to her chest.

"Oh my god that feels so wonderful," Julia whispered, as my tongue danced across her neck sending goose bumps across her body. 

Standing behind her in this position gave me a perfect view down her loose fitting blouse. The sight was amazing. Her perfect breasts were beautifully displayed and perfectly framed by the white lace bra that I recognized as the one I had bought her a couple of weeks earlier. As my tongue continued its torment of Julia's neck, my eyes stretched to gaze down her blouse.

One by one my fingers popped open the remaining buttons of Julia's blouse allowing my strong fingers the freedom to dance up and down her tanned and firm torso. I could already feel the damp perspiration of her building heat forming on her chest and abs as my fingers and lips continued their relentless teasing

"I suggest we continue this in the shower," I whispered in her ear, as I nibbled on her ear lobe.

Julia gently nodded her head in agreement, unable to say a word as she soaked in the pleasure washing over her every thought.

My hands walked their way from Julia's firm breasts, over the tight muscles of her toned abs, until they found their way to the button of her jeans. As I pulled her hips tighter against my rock hard cock, my experienced fingers released the button and gingerly lowered the zipper.

Thirty seconds later, Julia was completely naked and heading for the shower as I nervously fumbled with removing my own clothes. 

The warm rainfall from the shower head was cascading down Julia's glistening body as she stood facing the steaming water. I opened the shower door and slid behind her in the same position I had used to relax her in the bedroom just moments earlier.




Time Out Tuesday



My cock was at full staff as I pulled her body tight against mine, with my manhood nestled against the slippery soft skin of her hips. Julia's lips parted slightly to let out a soft moan as my own lips returned their attention to her tender neck. 

The strawberry scented body wash that I squeezed into my hands made for a slippery and sensual massage of Julia's breasts and abdomen. I could feel her passion building as she squirmed beneath my strong hands letting me know she was thoroughly entranced in this moment of pleasure. 

Julia's body glistened with the sparkle of the water as I carefully washed every inch of her perfect body with my slow and deliberate hands, paying special attention to the most sensitive spots hiding between her protective thighs. When I had exhausted the bottle of body wash, we both agreed it was time to retire to the bed.

I gently patted Julia dry and she returned the favor. When she reached my still hard cock, she bent down and licked the pre-cum that was already forming at the tip. The taste of my excitement must have encouraged her as she quickly devoured my entire cock.

"Not so fast," I cautioned her. "Today is your day. There will be plenty of time for my pleasure later so just hold your horses. Relax and enjoy."

The freshly scented satin sheets I had purchased for this special occasion felt smooth and silky beneath our skin as we relaxed on the bed. I was lying on my left side with my left elbow propped beneath me with Julia completely relaxed on her back beside me. Her body twitched with ticklish anticipation as my right hand rubbed her tender flesh.

As I leaned down to tenderly kiss her soft lips, my right hand parted her thighs and prepared to take Julia to the next level of pleasure. There was no resistance in her mind or her body as her legs eagerly opened to provide access to her pleasure zone and her lips met mine in a gentle and sensual kiss. 

Julia's freshly shaven womanhood offered no barrier to my probing fingers that quickly found their way to her dampness. With a strong, yet gentle motion, my fingers pressed against Julia's clit and rolled it in a circular motion. I could feel the dampness of her arousal oozing from her body as my fingers continued their assault.

Julia's nipples were hard and erect as my tongue traced circles around them and my teeth gently nibbled on their feast. Julia's breathing quickened and her moans of pleasure became louder as my fingers and my tongue worked their magic on nipples and her clit.

"Oh my god," Julia moaned, in a barely audible breath of pure delight. "That feels so damn good Brian, so damn good."

Sensing that Julia was nearing the edge, I took one more soft bite on her nipple before I let it slide between my teeth as it snapped free from my grip. As my lips softly kissed a path from her sensitive nipple to the center of her chest, and down to her navel, I repositioned myself to allow my left had to replace my mouth on Julia's lovely tits.

Kneeling beside her now, my right hand continued the relentless stroking of Julia's swelling clit while my left hand massaged her breast and pinched her aching nipples. As my hands brought trembles from both ends of her pleasure zones, my warm breath danced across her chest and abdomen as my kisses progressed toward her pot of nectar. 

My lips passed over Julia's navel and I paused just long enough to sample its entire depth with the tip of my probing tongue. From there my tongue traced a slippery and wobbly path along her flesh, passing close enough to her soaked pussy to smell its sweet scent, then following the crease of her groin to her sensitive inner thigh. A few soft kisses to both inner thighs and I was ready to head for my reward.

Julia's back arched and her body tensed as the tip of my tongue flicked rapid fire strokes to her swollen clit. Her flesh now glistened with sweat and her pulse pounded as her breathing became erratic and she thrashed beneath my touch. A gently bite to her clit and a simultaneous pinch of her nipple was more than she could handle as a trembling orgasm ripped through her body.

"Oh fuck," Julia gasped, as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her shaking body.

Julia's hands gripped the sheets like a climber holding on for dear life as her body exploded with an intensity she had long forgotten. 

My tongue and hands continued to torment her, prolonging her ecstasy for as long as I could milk it. When her body finally stopped trembling, she let out a final moan and her sweat soaked body crashed in exhaustion back onto the satin sheets.

"That was incredible," Julia announced, in a voice still half out of breath.

"And we've only just begun," I responded, as I winked at her and kissed her forehead.

My hard cock was begging for a little attention as we lay there catching our breath. I snuggled up closer to Julia allowing my cock to rest against her thigh. With a gentle rocking motion I slowly humped Julia's leg.

"Let me help with that," Julia responded, as she moved away and replaced the friction from her muscular thigh with the massaging touch of her strong fingers.

The puddle of pre-cum pooled at the tip of my dick was a dead give away to my state of arousal. With each stroke of her talented hand, Julia managed to milk a little more of the clear fluid from my rigid shaft.

"Mmmm," Julia hummed, as she caught sight of the pre-cum and moved her head into position to taste the precious liquid.

The feeling of her tongue circling the head of my shaft and then probing the tiny hole to remove the tasty treat sent chills throughout my body. I had imagined this scene in my mind many times over the past few weeks, but I never dreamed it would actually come true.

Julia continued her licking and sucking as I maneuvered myself on top of her in a sixty-nine position. The wetness from her previous orgasm glistened from the lips of her womanhood as I lowered my mouth to taste her sweetness. With my elbows tucked beneath Julia's inner thighs, I raised her hips off the bed, spread her legs wide open, and pulled her beautifully drenched love box to my mouth.

Julia's gasp was muffled by the fullness of my cock in her mouth, but I could feel the vibrations of her moan radiate through my cock as my tongue drilled into her wet pussy. I could taste the sweetness of her juices as my tongue lapped at her inner most fountain. From flicking torments to her clit, to deep swirling probes deep into her pussy, to teasing licks around the rim of her virgin ass, my tongue showed no mercy. 

Julia was once again showing the obvious signs of pending orgasm as my tongue savored her juices. I pulled my cock from her mouth and repositioned myself beside her once again. With my tongue continuing to torture her engorged clit, I sank two fingers deep into her drenched pussy. 

Julia's body tensed as my long fingers hit bottom and began stroking her from deep within. With the fingers of my left hand buried deep in her depths and the fingers from my right hand alternating with my tongue on her engorged clit, Julia's body began to tremble as the orgasm built within her.

Once again, Julia grabbed the sheets with a vice like grip as her body trembled with passion. As her body tensed one last time, I felt the warm rush of her orgasm flowing over my fingers buried deep inside her lust. I continued gently massaging her inner womb and tenderly kissing her clit as jolt after jolt of orgasmic electricity flashed through her body. 

The emotions of this second powerful orgasm seemed to overwhelm her as she crashed back onto the bed with tears trickling down her flushed cheeks. I simply wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. No words were necessary.

I'm pretty certain Julia would have been completely satisfied if we stopped right there, but I wanted to make sure this was a day she would never forget. For the next three hours before she had to leave to pick up the kids at school, we sucked and fucked like two rabbits in heat. My balls emptied inside of Julia three times that afternoon, and I lost track of how many more times she climaxed.

When two o'clock rolled around, we decided it was time for a quick shower before we both had to head for the school to pick up our kids. As we stepped into the bathroom, I lifted Julia up onto the counter top and nestled myself between her legs for one last hug and kiss. The sight of her sexy body once again stirred my hormones and my lifeless cock began to swell.

Julia's pussy was still oozing with our combined cum as my dick slid easily into her slippery sleeve. Julia gently bit my shoulder as I slowly stroked my cock in and out. Her pussy was still incredible tight, despite the torture I had reined upon it all day long. 

"Fuck me hard," Julia begged as I continued my slow, deep thrusts.

All day long we had made love in a soft, sensual manner. For the first time of the day she now begged me to fuck her with reckless abandon. Julia's knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the counter with all her remaining strength.

Stroke after stroke I rammed my raging cock deep into her beautiful pussy as our mutual moans filled the air. Julia's moans turned to squeals and then to muffled screams as my pounding continued. I could feel the tension building in my balls as I approached one last orgasm. 

"Fuck me Brian, Fuck me harder," she begged. "I want to feel your cum pumping inside me one more time baby."

With her legs now wrapped tightly around my waist, I could feel Julia's tightening inner muscles contract around my cock with each thrust. It was one continuous orgasm ripping through her body as my pounding continued. 

"Oh fuck, oh God, oh fuck," she kept panting over and over again as her body shook and trembled uncontrollably. 

The constant milking from her convulsing pussy was more than I could withstand and with one final thrust, I exploded once again into the depths of her craving pussy. 

For the next sixty seconds, Julia held me firm with her arms clenched in a bear hug around my neck and my cock clenched in the grips of her pulsing love muscles. Her arms trembled and her legs quivered as the passion washed over her. When the last wave of pleasure escaped her body, Julia fell into my arms like a limp rag, totally spent and completely exhausted.

That was yesterday. Today I am writing this as I rest up for my date with Trish tomorrow. Luckily I have the weekend to recover before I hook up with Donna for her private time on Monday.

All things do happen for a reason. In hind sight, losing my job may not have been such a bad thing after all!