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Women I Have Known Ch. 01

By: SimonLeBonMot



If you are looking for stories about people with perfect bodies - 38D silicone breasts and 10 inch penises - who can fuck non-stop for 8 hours, then I most certainly am not your author. If, however, you enjoy a story that's based virtually on fact, then remain in your seat and perhaps you'll enjoy a fond recollection of mine. I hope to make this the first memory of 'Women I have Known.'

*****

I will guess this happened in the mid 1980's. If I am off by more than a year or two I'll be shocked, and the date has little bearing on the story. It happened in my college years on a west coast campus. 

Most people date a variety of people while at university, and, unless we marry them, most fade off into the sunset of our sexual memories...perhaps returning occasionally if they had some special skill or if we shared some epic sexual moment.

Kelly was cute to be sure, but nobody would recall her based solely on her looks. She was an outstanding athlete in the sport of soccer. Her height and weight were average, and she tended to the side of being overly-muscled. She had small breasts, lovely green eyes, and as I recall the most exquisite stomach: taught, defined, and no fat. Her hair was medium length, brown, and worn mostly in a pony-tail to make life easier as a student-athlete. Her two from teeth had a small gap, but if anything that was alluring rather than a flaw. 

I was tall, lean, blonde and at least decent enough good-looking to be able never have to go for any prolonged period of time without being able to sink my cock into some willing coed's wet pussy. My sport was tennis, and I met Kelly through some mutual friend of hers who was on the woman's tennis team.

We met at one social gathering or another. She was too drunk to drive home. I offered her a ride back to her dorms, and before the night was over we'd had a passionate make-out session in my car. An official first date followed. The obligatory waiting times were observed and within a month I finally fucked her in her dorm room on an evening her roommate had gone home for the weekend. The sex was good. I think she came, but I was too much the novice to really know for sure...and I was too self-conscious to ask directly. 

We fell into a routine of dating and she went on the pill. The sex was good but infrequent. We were both relatively diligent students, we both took our sports seriously...she more so since she got a partial scholarship, and we both had roommates who also seemed to have the nerve to want total access to their quarters to study in.

September can be boiling hot in California, and thus was the case this Thursday. Kelly had a soccer match at 4, and I had a tennis match at 5. As was my habit I watched the first half of Kelly's match before walking across the street to the tennis courts. Kelly played well. She was knocked to the grass several times, and took an elbow to the cheek, but this did not deter her efforts. By the time I had to leave I could see the sweat dripping into her eyes and her wet shirt was clinging to her lithe body. 

With this vision in my head I trotted off to my match. I had not finished warming up before sweat was dripping from the bill of my cap. By the end of my match my shirt and shirts were soaked through. I don't recall the score, but I know I won since I was in a good mood. I poured a bottle of water over my head, drank another, and enjoyed two bottles of beer with my teammates. I could feel the salt residue on my face. 

I assumed Kelly would be back to her dorms by now. I headed over, since I wanted to see if she and her team had been victorious. I arrived in the lobby at the same time as her. She had indeed won, and had just come back from a victory pizza party. She showed me her mouth as we walked up the stairs. Her gum had been cut in the clash with the opponents' elbow, but victory had taken the sting out of the injury. She had switched into flip-flops but still wore her soccer jersey and shorts. They looked as sweaty and gross as my own tennis gear. Her hair was a mess. The pony-tail had become largely undone and wisps of sweaty hair hung across her face.

We entered her dorm room and I knew I wanted to have her.

"Got time for a fast shower and some fun?" I asked her with a raised eyebrow.

She eyed the digital alarm clock. "Linda (Her roommate) had lab until 3 minutes ago. She'll be home in less than fifteen minutes. So it's a shower or fun."

She came over and kissed me. I could faintly taste the blood in her mouth, and her kiss had a distinctively pepperoni quality to it. I could feel the salt on my cheek acting as a mild abrasive against hers. With my arms around her I could feel her jersey top was wet where her pony-tail had prevented the sweat from drying, and the smell of sun cream and athletic victory hung heavy in out nostrils.

All-in-all it should have been a most repelling situation, but perhaps it was so far beyond mildly gross it became heightenly sexual again. As if the scale of hygiene runs in a circle and not in a line.

Kelly broke off the kiss. The look in her eyes was unusual and she unbuttoned my tennis shorts, unzipped them, and yanked them down to my ankles. No doubt I would have told her to stop had I had time, but after she had pulled my clothing down around my ankles her face was near my waist, and my cock was in her mouth. 

Whatever embarrassment I might have felt about my sweaty, salty cock being near my girlfriends' mouth was quickly forgotten as she feverishly began to bob up and down on my dick. I kicked the shorts and soaking wet jockey shorts over my tennis shoes as Kelly sucked me for all she was worth. (Kelly was always a talented fallatrix but her style was usually measured: steady, and with a goal to either get me ready for sex or get me to blow a load into her mouth before her jaw got sore.) Today she seemed almost feral; she alternated sucking my cock and then sucking my balls as she pumped my now fully-erect dick. I knew I had to stop her...otherwise risk coming too soon.

"Take off your clothes," I demanded as I untied my shoes and pulled my shirt off - adding it to the pile of my other wet clothes. Kelly, only wearing flip-flops was naked before I was. 

Kelly's oral skills as well as the erotic nature of the scene made me realize that once I began to fuck her I would not last very long. Certainly not long enough to get her off. (After a woman has had your sweaty cock and balls in her mouth you want to make sure to leave her happy.) 

She protested as I spread her legs and kissed her thighs. I swore I could smell the grass and dirt from the soccer field all over her. Her protests lessened and then ceased entirely as I finally spread her hairy bush and began to kiss and then lick her pussy. Kelly had always enjoyed being eaten, and that was the surest and quickest way to get her to come, but she normally would not let my mouth near her goodies unless she was freshly showered.

The taste was new to me. It was salty and unmistakably funky in a very feminine way. She tasted nothing of soap or shampoo. I paid special attention to her clit - the key to her coming. I did not ignore her lips either. She began to buck after only a minute or two. Normally her orgasms could not be coaxed out of her in anything under ten minutes of intense pussy-eating. 

And then her own hand came down and began to rub her clit. This was something I had only seen her do once before - when she had been fully drunk. I continued to eat her pussy as I watched her masturbate herself to an orgasm. Her hips rose off the bed as she began to come. I even used to opportunity run my tongue around her asshole. (I had tried that on one or two other occasions only to be rebuked - today she was already beyond the point of reason.) She came for what may have been nearly a minute: her hips writhing and my mouth trying to stay in contact with either her pussy or asshole.

She eventually wound down and looked at the clock. "If you want to fuck me you'd better hurry. Linda will be home any sec."

The upside of getting your lady off, and knowing you have to be quick, is a great feeling. You know you don't have to worry about disappointing her, and the stigma of coming fast is gone too. 

The room was warm and I knew it smelled of sweaty athletic clothes and well-fucked coed. I mounted Kelly. She looked so relaxed. Dirty, sweaty, natural, and perfectly beautiful. Her pussy was awash in her own juices as well as my own spit. I was balls deep in her in one or two thrusts. 

I made no effort to do anything but fuck her as hard and fast as I could. There was no pretense about her pleasure. It was a race to come before her roommate open the door and caught us. Sweat rolled down my face to my chin and nose and began to drip on Kelly's face and chest. Kelly was now coated in her own sweat, my sweat, grass, dirty, and sun cream. Her own come was leaking down her thighs and the crack of her thin ass.

She was a mess. A perfect mess. My God she was perfect. My balls tightened. I tried to hold off on my orgasm but the train was leaving the station. At that moment I did something I had not done with Kelly before. I pulled out and stoked my cock. For a moment she looked perplexed, then she just smiled and closed her eyes. The first shot of semen flew like rope and landed from her chin down to her bellybutton. The second did not go as far but did manage to hit her left breast. I don't recall ever having come so much. Kelly was now coat in a half dozen different types of dirt and bodily fluids.

I was going to apologize for having defiled her, but that conversation had to wait a few days since we both heard the keys in the door. I was up in a flash, racing to get my disgustingly wet tennis gear back on. I had left Kelly to fend for herself. 

She eventually yelled, "Just a sec, Linda. Don't come it right now. Please!" Kelly and I were both back in our fouled athletic gear in about twenty seconds: she without her undies or bra which she stuffed under her pillow. 

Kelly said, "OK, you can come in now." I looked back at Kelly. I quickly walked over to her and wiped a glob of semen off of her neck and chin. 

Linda walked in. It was clear what had been going on. "Geez, Kel, you should have said you were busy and told me to leave. I can take a hint."

Kelly was bright red...from athletics, embarrassment and our most memorable fuck session ever. "Nah, that's OK, we're done, and he's just leaving. I think I need a shower."

I let out a small laugh, "Ya think?" I sat in a chair, put my tennis shoes on, and stuffed the socks in my shorts' pocket since they were too disgusting to put back on. As I drove home I relished the thought of my shower and getting clean, I also relived the thoughts of the dirtiest girl I would ever fuck. 

At that moment I loved Kelly perfectly and fully.

Women I Have Known Ch. 02



If you are looking for stories about people with perfect bodies - 38D silicone breasts and 10 inch penises - who can fuck non-stop for 8 hours, then I most certainly am not your author. If, however, you enjoy a story that's based virtually on fact, then remain in your seat and perhaps you'll enjoy a fond recollection of mine. This is the second edition of 'Women I have Known.'

*****

Jane was one of the prettier women I dated in college. She tended towards petite, had lovely pale white skin, sparkling eyes, and a short button-nose. I met her in the dorms in my early years, but never dated her then...nor did I even fuck her. The women in my own dorm seemed to quickly take on a sister-like aura. While many of the guys on my floor seemed determined to have sex with as many of the girls in our residence halls as they could, I, for the most part, abstained. It was not a perfect record of abstinence, but it was darn close. 

Perhaps it was this reserve which ended up paying off in a roundabout way. Many of the girls on my floor were pleased to report to other women they knew on campus that I was a stand up guy and not just on the make. 

I have to admit I used these recommendations on more than one occasion to prove I was not wholly wholesome. While most of the men on my floor were conscientiously avoiding at least one woman on the floor they had wronged, lied to, or defiled, I could safely roam my own building: any women I had used for my pleasure were safely across the quad. 

But back to Jane. She was not overly kinky but also seldom rebuffed my advances. She was happy to fuck in any position, enjoyed sucking my cock, and adored being eaten when the right mood struck her. On one or two occasions I came in her mouth. It was something she clearly did not enjoy but she was a decent sport about it. I had also gently tried to engage her in pleasures of the anal variety. (I have always felt, and I still do, that you have not truly 'had' a woman until you've had her ass.) When going down on Jane I had tried to slip my mouth down south of her pussy a few times. No sooner had my lips or tongue found her taint than she would move her body into a position that got me right back to kissing her furry cunt. When fucking her from behind I also tried to touch her delightful dark rosebud. I also met with no success. She would reach back and remove my hand or tell me to stop it.

One night when we were rather drunk on tequila I asked her directly why she never wanted to try anal sex. She said it was gross but if it would make me happy we could try it then and there. I could tell it was the tequila talking, but I was not going to turn down a shot at finally scoring Jane's slender ass. The tequila must have been the cause of her agreeing, and it must have been the cause of her passing out a few moments late. I ended up in the bathroom jacking off to thinking what might have been. The next morning Jane did recall the incident...vaguely. I told her she had passed out before we could do it. She seemed glad and reiterated it was a gross thing to do.

A month or so later Jane went to a friend's sorority party. She dropped by my place well after midnight. She seemed in odd mood, but was clearly not drunk.

"What's up, Jane?"

"I'm high."

"A little pot, eh?"

"Nope," she smiled. "We did Ecstasy." 

I was never a fan of any drugs beyond pot, and I had never known Jane to show an interest in them either. I was starting to give her my 'dangers of drugs' speech when Jane interrupted me. "Don't be such a square. It feels great."

"I just don't want you to become drug user."

"I won't. Maybe you should take the opportunity to fuck me."

I walked towards her, "Maybe I will."

Then Jane shocked me. "I mean in the ass."

"Huh?" was all I could muster. 

"Oh, come on. You've been wanting to since we met. I might not ever say yes again."

"OK, but we need to stop by the store for some lube."

About five minutes later we were in the convenience store around the corner. Along with the tube of KY I had purchased some beef jerky, a candy bar, and 2 bottles of soda. The additional items seemed to make me feel like less of a pervert. As the clerk rang us up he gave Jane a look as he scanned the KY. Now keep in mind Jane was fairly proper in public and seldom ever used profanity.

Jane smiled her white-toothed grin to the clerk, and said, "We're gonna try anal." The clerk and I both turned red. Jane laughed out loud and headed back to the car. Ecstasy had turned my PG-13 girlfriend into hardcore...at least verbally. 

Once we got home I opened a beer. Jane insisted she needed a shower. The shower may have lasted five minutes, or perhaps a month as measured by my impatient male mind. Jane reappeared naked...also something she seldom did with the lights on. I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom. I raced back for the KY. Jane was on her back, the room was fairly dark. I turned on the hallway light. This way I could see her, without making her feel she were in a clinical setting. 

I made a conscious mental note to try and enjoy and recall the events about to unfold: I did not feel they were apt to be repeated frequently...if at all. I kissed Jane briefly and made a quick stop to adore her small breasts. I may have nibbled her belly-button on my sojourn south. I was in a hurry to get between her thin legs.

Her dark pubic hair blended into the dimly-lighted room, but her pink pussy glistened despite the minimal light. I kissed and licked Jane for about ten minutes. I then pressed my knuckle against her anus. Despite her having given her verbal consent to anal sex I was still surprised she did not stop me. My logical brain began to wonder where I could procure some more Ecstasy. I hoped the spell would not be broken as I briefly open the tube of KY. Jane let out a soft sign and then a slightly startled sound as my index finger slowly pressed into her hot ass. And when I say Jane had a hot ass I mean it both metaphorically and literally. Provided you are not a "I like big butts' sort of man, Jane's best feature was a tight skinny ass. As my finger entered her I also noted that her ass was literally hot as well. My finger was burning. 

I fingered for a few minutes gauging her reaction to this new intimate intrusion into her very core. 'So far so good', I thought to myself as I gently removed my finger. I braced myself for rejection and gave her a soft kiss on her taint. This normally sent off alarm bells in her mind followed evasive action to get the intruder away from her well-guarded ass. Tonight there was no rebuke. No hand pulling my mouth back up to her pussy. No remark to, 'Stop that and come fuck me.'

When her arm came down I assumed it was going to put an end to my scheme, but instead she put her hand behind her knee and pulled it up to her chest. Jane's ass was bare, unprotected and willing. It glistened with the KY. Sometimes when faced with something you've always wanted to try, you hesitate. I am sure I did for a brief moment, but pretty quickly my mouth was on Jane's ass. There was a taste of soap and the KY gave her a slippery feeling (Much like an oyster.) When Jane began to make noises, I guessed she was about to put an end to my first rimming experience. Instead she let out some unintelligible moans and even an 'oh yes.' She was enjoying it! This bolstered my sense of boldness. Like a general seizing the opportunity to vanquish a retreating foe I forged forward. I pressed my tongue into Jane's ass. I must have had close to an inch of tongue buried in Jane's butt for the next three minutes. I don't think she came but she made delightful noises. The fact that she held her one leg up the entire time was a clear indication my slightly prudish girlfriend was enjoying not only her first experience with Ecstasy, but also her virginal sexual experience with her anus.

Getting my cock into Jane's ass quickly became my next goal. I got up onto my knees and told her to roll over and get on all fours: She did so without comment. I applied a generous amount of lube to my cock. The moment to take Jane's ass had arrived. I pressed the tip of my cock to her asshole. I am not an immensely thick man; although, I do have a healthy length. As I tried to press into Jane, my cock began to bend instead of enter her. I gave it a few quick strokes to get it fully hard and then replaced the tip into its intended target and gave a hard but short thrust.

Clearly I had Jane's attention now. The noise she made was not one of pleasure; it was also not a groan of pain. I would best describe it as 'fully surprised.' I let her adjust to the feeling. Her breathing returned to normal and she asked, "Is it in?"

"It is. Just not very far, yet. Stay still. Let me know if I hurt you."

"Just do it. Let's get this over with," Jane said in a resigned voice.

It was not the ideal setting I pictured, but she was willing. I held her by both hips and forged on. I have to admit (With some embarrassment perhaps) that the feeling of power I felt as I watched my cock slowing sliding into Jane's ass was more than just sexual. The initial penetration proved to be the most difficult. It seemed to even-out the lube on my cock as well as the lubrication on Jane's sphincter. With each subsequent advance into Jane my cock slipped in easier, and any noises Jane made were less distressed. (It was still clearly not something she was enjoying, but I also never thought she was on the verge of putting an end to her anal deflowering.)

It was not long before I was slowly, but forcefully, fucking sweet Jane up the ass. Perhaps it was the tightness of her ass, or perhaps it was the eroticism of the moment, but I could tell I was going to come quickly. This suited me well. I did not was to hurt Jane any longer than needed. 

"Oh, Jane, I'm gonna come in your ass."

"Do it. Hurry up and fuck me hard."

I am not sure how long it took me to come after that. It certainly was no more than a minute. The sight of my cock sliding quickly in and out of Jane's ass sent me over the edge. I was never a guy who measured his penis, but whatever length I have was all the way in Jane's ass as I exploded what seemed to be an unending stream of semen into her very depths. When I finally slowly slid my cock out of Jane's ass it remained slightly agape. It was a sight I doubt I'll ever forget. It was equal measures of erotic and disgusting.

It was a few days later before Jane had recovered both from her Ecstasy trip and being sodomized. I finally had to ask her how she felt about the experience (I was eager to revisit her backside as a regular sexual diversion.) Jane said she was a bit sore for a few days, and she still held the opinion that anal sex was 'disgusting'. My hopes were crushed but she also promised to never do any serious drugs again. 

Then a few weeks later Jane brought up the night again. She had returned from the gym, had a shower, and opened a bottle of cheap red wine for us. She rather surprised me by bringing up the subject of our anal adventures.

"Not all of it was bad," she said.

"I thought it was disgusting?" I honestly asked.

"Well, the kissing part was good."

I must have looked confused. "What kissing part."

Jane took a big swig of wine. "The part where you kissed my bottom." She blushed.

"Oh, that."

"Did you like it too?"

I did not say that it only was a means to an end...quite literally in this sense. I also knew I could not say that. "It was sexy, yes."

"Well, if you ever want to do that again, feel free." She stood up and headed to my bedroom. "I just had a really good, hot shower."

I did not need an engraved invitation and that night's sex started off with a long session of Jane's nearly perfect ass being kissed, licked and rimmed. Jane came several times that night: mostly from the attention to her bottom.

I am not a shallow man (Probably any sentence starting that way indicates the contrary), but after a few weeks of tonguing Jane's ass until she came, while having any attempt on my part to fuck her in the ass rebuffed, I became annoyed. It was not my habitual desire to have my tongue buried in a girl's rectum, not matter how sexy that ass was. If rimming is a gateway to fucking a woman in the ass then I am all for it: I still am.

There were other issues in the relationship as well, and it ended fairly amiably a few months later. It must have ended on a decent note because I ran into her and her new boyfriend at a party after finals. He was a nice enough guy, and I chatted with him for a long time as we drank too many beers. 

He finally brought up the subject I would have been happier to leave alone. "You dated Jane for a while, right?"

"Not too long. She's a nice girl. How long have you dated her?"

"'bout a month."

What I thought was far different than what I said. What I thought was, 'I hope you like eating ass, but even though it's a world class butt, you're not gonna get to fuck it.' Of course, even after five beers I did not say that.

I downed my beer. "I gotta be going...long walk back. Have fun with Jane. She's a great girl. Just keep her happy and it'll go fine. You just have to let her have her way and kiss her ass a lot." 

I was well along to path to complete beer-fueled oblivion, but I still thought I caught a brief look of apprehension cross his face. As I walked home in the rain, I had to shake my head at the poor guy's predicament. He was dating a woman with a Ferrari-class ass but I was pretty sure he was only going to get to suck the tailpipe.

I saw Jane at college events a few times after that. I really did like her. She was a nice woman, but I was still glad I had fucked her in the ass when I had the chance.



Women I Have Known Ch. 03



If you are looking for stories about people with perfect bodies - 38D silicone breasts and 10 inch penises - who can fuck non-stop for 8 hours, then I most certainly am not your author. If, however, you enjoy a story that's based virtually on fact, then remain in your seat and perhaps you'll enjoy a fond recollection of mine. This is the third edition of 'Women I have Known.'

*****

I poured myself second glass of Cabernet and commented, again, on its quality. My boss, the founder of our company, agreed. John Impelspin had hired me over a decade previously. I had worked with him for several years before he moved to the east coast to open a Boston branch of our import/export business. I now saw him once a quarter at Board Meetings. John was in his late 50's now, about a decade older than I am. We had forged a solid relationship over the years worked together. We were trusted friends and colleagues.

Despite the confidence of the friendship, I had been surprised, when, a few years earlier, John had mentioned he had suffered a mild heart-attack the previous spring. He was not a heavy man, but he certainly worked too much and took too little exercise. He told me how he had altered his lifestyle, and after the surgery and being on heart medication he felt as good as he had in years. I wished him well and told him he should consider working only part-time; although, I knew he would never do so. The following quarterly meeting concluded with him and me drinking perhaps one glass of wine too much. It was with a sad smile that John at that point admitted that while his general health was improved, the medication had rendered him unable to satisfy his wife. 

I'm not sure how long I remained silent: how do you respond to that bit of information? Eventually I said something lamely comforting. I had known his wife Marianne nearly as long as I had known John. She was well into her fifties, blonde, perhaps slightly overweight, with the brown skin of an avid golfer which her life of leisure allowed her to pursue. She also possessed the largest breasts I had ever seen. I always awaited the yearly fourth quarter meeting which also doubled at the Christmas party for the Boston staff. It was always interesting to mentally guess how Marianne was going to dress that night. She never showed much skin, but her dresses could do little to hide that she was a highly curvaceous woman. 

Anyway, Marianne's breasts have diverted me from my tale. By the way, my name is Kevin. A few months later John traveled out west and my wife and I hosted him as our house guest during his stay. He got along well with my wife Lauren. He seldom saw her now that he lived in Boston. John and I had both been married to our wives for over twenty-five years. Many of the other highly-placed men in the firm had replaced their first wives with trophy wives. They were always far too young for them, but fun to look at. Having to speak to most of them was a challenge, since most of them were not nearly as clever as their first wives.

John brought up this fact as we smoked a joint on my back patio the night before he returned to Boston. Lauren had retired to bed and John and I had a nice conversation about the state of matrimony. We each praised each others' wives. He brought up, once more, the fact that he had not fucked his wife in several years. He did mention that he was able to orally please her. I told him, "As long as she's getting an orgasm, I'm sure she could care less how she's getting it." I smiled and made sure the bedroom window was closed before I whispered to him, "I sometimes think Lauren would be fine if she only got oral sex. She is actually easier to get off that way that with my cock."

John was on a flight to Boston early the next day. 

It was three months before I had dinner with him again in Boston. It was a Wednesday night. I recall that much. After dinner John slid over closer to me and asked if we could speak in confidence. I thought perhaps business had taken a downturn and some sort of layoffs were going to be discussed. I momentarily feared for my career. 

"Kevin, you like my wife, right?"

"She's the best. What's not to like?"

"No, not like that. I mean if she were single and you were, would you fuck her?"

I began to wonder if he was posing the question to trap me into saying something that would certainly end my upward career path. But knowing him to be a kind man, a good friend, and knowing his medical predicament, I was less cautious. "I think any red-blood man would love to be with Marianne, but I doubt you have to worry about her cheating on you. She seems super loyal and devoted to you and the kids."

John smiled. "She is loyal. And you are right about the not cheating aspect." He paused. "I've tried to get her to for two years now."

I masked my complete confusion by taking a sip of wine. "You've been trying to do what?"

"You heard me. I've told her she has my blessing to have an affair. She flat told me to fuck off."

"But why?" My mind reminded me of John's medical condition. "You mean because you can't...well, you know."

"Yup. She's admitted she misses sex, but she wants nothing to do with an affair. I told her to just go out and find a fling. She's told me that's not gonna happen either. She is fearful of diseases or having anyone find out."

I laughed. "In Boston she's have no problem finding willing men who travel in different circles than you two."

"She's not cut out for a one-nighter. How about you?"

"I can't say I've been perfectly faithful to Lauren, but I'm not into one-nighters either...not to say I have not have a couple."

"No, I am asking you if you'd like to sleep with Marianne."

"I'm not interested in ending my career here just yet," I let out a nervous laugh.

"No, She and I have discussed it. She said she'd not want to sleep with a stranger and anyone local is right out too, since we'd be apt to run into them."

"So, because I live in California and she knows me, I'm interesting to her?" 

"She likes you too. She always has."

"And you are OK with the idea of her sleeping with another man?"

"Not just any man, no. But I know you. You love your wife, and we've been friends for ages. I think I can trust you to put everything in context, and of course to keep things quiet."

"No worries there. I don't need Lauren to serve me with divorce papers any more than I need you to sack me. And just how is this supposed to happen?" My mind was already thinking of the logistics.

"That's just it. I think if confronted with actually doing it, there's a 50-50 chance Marianne will chicken out. How about if she joins us for dinner tomorrow night and we go from there?"

"Sure, sure. I need to go up to my room and get some sleep. I don't need this wine, jet-lag, and sleep deprivation make me fall asleep in the meeting tomorrow." I got up and shook hands with my boss and headed for the elevators. In my mind I was wondering if Marianne would actually chicken out or if there was a chance I might actually get to see her giants tits. 

The next day dragged. After the meetings I hurried back to my room and had a quick shower before heading to the restaurant in the hotel. John and Marianne were already waiting for me. I greeted them with a handshake and hug. This was how I had greeted them both on many social occasions. Today it felt different. Marianne looked quite lovely.

Dinner went as expected. John seemed his normal self. Marianne and I seemed a bit nervous. Once dinner was over, Marianne got up and said, "I need to go to the ladies' room."

Once she left I asked John, "So, what's next?"

"She's game."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"She said, 'ladies' room'."

"What?" 

"That was our code. If she said 'restroom' it meant she had changed her mind. But she said 'ladies' room', which means she's going to her car to get her small overnight bag."

"Ah, so you came in two cars."

"Yes, and don't let her come home in the middle of the night. I can't have the neighbors seeing anything really odd."

"Of course, of course."

"When she gets back, give her the room key, and let her leave ahead of you. I'll pay the dinner tab and get out of your hair now." He signaled the waiter for the check.

I must have appeared tense, because John patted my shoulder, "Relax, have fun, and make sure Marianne is happy. It's no big deal. I'm not gonna freak out afterwards. I don't even plan to ask for any details...aside from making sure she had a blast." With that, John signed the check, shook my hand, and headed for the exit with a jaunty step.

Marianne showed up shortly thereafter. I assumed she was nervous, and I would have to be the calm one and be in charge. I gave her the room key card, told her the room number, and asked how long I should wait before coming up.

"I want to freshen up a bit. Twenty minutes OK?"

"You bet."

With that, she headed for the lobby and I headed to the bar to have one more drink. I had not consumed too much alcohol. I assumed the drink would calm me down as well as give me a way to occupy my twenty minutes of waiting time.

Now that I knew I was actually going to be with Marianne I got excited at the prospect of finally seeing those magnificent, over-developed tits. 

I finished my beer, left a generous tip, and headed to the elevators. Having given Marianne my key card I was forced to knock on my own door. She slowly opened the door and stepped back into the living area of the suite. She was wearing what, on most other women, would have been deemed to be a conservative negligee. However, on Marianne's bodacious figure the nighty was nearly obscene. It was not the amount of skin showing which shocked me, for, in fact, the hemline was closer to the knees than the crotch and the neckline was fairly modest as well. It was the absolute mass of her breasts which shocked and awed me. Indeed they hung down fairly low (As is the case with most women over 50), but as she was now no longer encumbered by a bra her tits were given free range to sway and jiggle lasciviously beneath the thin red fabric. My dazed state of mind was snapped back to reality when Marianne spoke.

"I'm not sure I'll be able to do this. I haven't made love with anyone besides John in decades." 

It was at this time that my oxygen-deprived brain devised a scheme which would turn out to be simple and effective. It was so fundamentally simple, yet it instantly put Marianne at ease and changed her general attitude as well.

"I'm sure John didn't plan on you coming here to make love. He specifically told me we were here to fuck."

"To fuck?" A smile crossed her lips.

"Yes. And I think we are wasting valuable time. "Let's get you naked and get some cock in you. Take that top off; I wanna finally see those huge tits."

She struggled to take the negligee off over her head so I helped her. If possible they looked even larger than they did when covered with fabric. They hung softly but the sag was less than I had expected from such monstrous mammaries on a woman her age. I could also tell she was now nervous since she was naked and I was not. I quickly peeled off my shoes and socks followed by my trousers and shirt. My cock was already obviously hard in my boxers. 

Marianne stared at the bulge in my shorts. I said, "I clearly like what I see. Now come here and suck my cock." I thought she might be hesitant but she was eager. She stepped closer, kneeled down and kissed the tip.

"Been a while since I did this, be patient." She opened her mouth and began to gently suck me. She did not take me deeply but she applied perfect pressure. I was not going to let her suck me for long. Firstly, the night was about her. Secondly, I did not want to come too soon. I had purposefully not fucked my wife for three days before leaving on my trip. I wanted to be fully loaded for Marianne. I made noises of approval for about three minutes before ordering her to bed. 

"Lie down on the bed and let me see that pussy of your. John says it's amazing."

"Ha. Isn't he nice. I just had a waxing too." She sat on the bed, scooted up, and lay back. 

I had to spread her legs. I guess she was bashful. It was indeed a pretty pussy. Her lips were nicely swollen, and the pinkness of her cunt made a nice contrast to her pale skin. Whoever had waxed Marianne had done a really nice job. 

"You look good enough to eat, and in fact I'm going to." I did not waste much time kissing her thighs, and I got right to work licking and nibbling her pussy. She was plenty wet already, and I knew her husband still ate her pussy from time to time, so I quit eating her after about five minutes.

"You ready to be fucked long and hard?"

She giggled. "Boy, am I."

I got between her legs and placed my dick between her wet pussy lips. As I entered her slowly, I noticed two things: she was very tight, and as I rocked back and forth to work my cock into her, her giant boobs were already beginning to jiggle. It was not long before I was fully buried in my boss's wife. The idea of fucking a married woman was one I had always found erotic; knowing he knew I was doing it made it doubly so.

With the first real thrust I gave Marianne, her tits bounced so much that when they went up they actually hit her chin. This gave me another idea.

"Can you suck your tits as I fuck you?"

Marianne did not say a word but quickly had one of her own nipples in her mouth and began to suck it. It was all I could do to not come right then and there. After a minute of this Marianne stopped licking her nipple and asked me, "Do I look slutty?"

That sort of seemed like a two-edged sword. Clearly she did, but she, being a classy lady, I was uncertain of her reaction if I told her, 'Yes'. I opted to be bold.

"Hell yes, you do." I waited anxiously.

"Well then, tell me I do."

Here was another unexpected bonus. My own wife hated to be called any names in bed. I don't really have a desire to call women names in bed, but the fact that I was not allowed to at home, made me want to: The forbidden fruit theory perhaps. 

I was tentative at first. "Suck your other tit now...you slut." This seemed to rev her up even more. Within a few minutes I was fully enjoying the game too. (I would later learn that she and John had frequently used dirty talk and name calling while having sex. They were about the last couple I would have imagined engaging in that. Marianne was many things, but certainly she was not a slut, a bitch, or a cunt.)

After a few more minutes I told her to roll over. I fucked her doggy style. I could tell her giant boobs were shaking wildly below her, but I could not see them. I was now fully obsessed with her breasts.

"Come over to the bathroom, Slut." I lead her to the bathroom which had a mirror over the sink area which covered the entire wall. "Lean over the sink," I commanded her. I got behind her and continued to fuck her. In this position I could fully see her tits flopping as I fucked her. The fucking and the names I called her brought her to a majestic orgasm in about ten minutes. I returned her to the bed, fucked her in the missionary position a while longer, and, as I felt myself about to come, I straddled her and placed my cock between her tits. She held them together, sandwiching my dick. It only took a few short strokes before I came. Most of my come landed on her tits and neck. Some of it landed on her face. She did not seem to mind. (My own wife also did not allow me to come on her face.)

Marianne and I tidied up, had a glass of wine and chatted about some family and business matters until I felt I was able to fuck again. She happily sucked me to an erection and we repeated the previous scene very much the same, although this time I came in my boss's wife's hairless cunt. 

I fucked her again in the morning before she returned home and I left to catch a plane. 

I had a quick email exchange with John the next day. He said Marianne had a wonderful time, and hoped to visit with me again the next time I was in town. Then he went on to talk about work and the subject of Marianne was dropped for about one hundred days.

When my next trip back east was scheduled, John asked me if I wanted to have Marianne come do a 'sleep-over' again. I said, 'Yes', without wanting to seem overly eager. It's a tricky thing to tell a man you want to fuck his wife.

I saw Marianne on my next three trips. Each time she enjoyed being fucked, called names, and told what to do. She allowed me to hold her by the hair as she sucked me, and she let me come on her face a few times too. Both of these things my own wife was dead set against. Sadly, Marianne was like my wife and did not want to be fucked in the ass. 

When the trip to Boston for the December meeting was scheduled, the partners were all invited to John and Marianne's palatial home in the suburbs for a dinner after the board meeting. The elaborate home-cooked meal was a nice change from the restaurants we normally went to. As the evening was winding down, John whispered to me to stay and help clean up after the other four partners left to return home or to their hotels.

When the others offered to stay and help clean up too, John told everyone to go home. He said I was to stay because I had had too much to drink and needed to sober up before he would let me drive.

After the final guest had been ushered to the door, John turned to me and said, "Marianne and I have talked about it, and she'd like to stay with you in the guestroom tonight, if that's cool with you?"

I gave the obvious answer.

Marianne then continued, "But John wants to be able to watch if he wants. Still OK with it?" The couple looked at each other and then at me.

While the idea seemed awkward to me, it seemed really rude to not let John do as he wanted. After all the man had been signing my paychecks for a decade and had been letting me fuck his wife for over a year. "Sure sure, as long as you two have talked about it." I now wondered if I'd be able to get hard if John was watching.

"Great," said John. "Let's go watch some TV for a few minutes while Marianne changes into something more naked."

Marianne smiled and left for her own bedroom. John and I went downstairs. 

I nervously asked, "You're really OK with this? I don't wanna cause any problems for any of us."

"No problem. Marianne has been telling me everything that happens."

"Everything? Really?"

"Don't be embarrassed. She has loved being slutty for you. I guess when you hardly ever have sex, you wanna get your money's worth, ha! Now let's go back up and find that slut."

When we opened the guest room door Marianne was sitting on the bed naked. She told me to get naked, and told John to sit on the chair she had placed near the bed. 

As usual, I kissed Marianne but briefer than normally. After that I told her to suck me. Amusingly, I felt less self-conscious with my cock in her mouth than I had when I kissed her. Since I normally held Marianne by the hair as she sucked me, I did so this time as well. I ate her pussy briefly, and then fucked her. Her tits were flailing. I commanded her to suck her nipples as I fucked her more roughly. The scene progressed much as it had the previous times we had been together. I had forgotten briefly that John was in the room until I heard his belt buckle. I looked over and saw his stroking his dick as I hammered away at his busty wife. 

I was shocked to see his dick was hard, and that is was very large. I must have paused when I saw this unexpected sight. Marianne looked over as well. Her eyes showed surprise too.

I quickly pulled my cock out of my playmate. "John, get over here and fuck your wife," I demanded. He needed no second prompting. 

A minute later he was fucking his loving wife with his big dick. I grabbed my clothes from the floor and snuck out of the room and down the stairs. I got dressed, grabbed a soda from the refrigerator, and snuck out the door.




Women I Have Known Ch. 03



The next day I got emails from both my boss and his wife. John thanked me, and so did Marianne. Life went back to normal. I saw Marianne one more time. Then I took a promotional opportunity with another firm and never saw either John or Marianne again.



Women I Have Known Ch. 04



If you are looking for stories about people with perfect bodies - 38D silicone breasts and 10 inch penises - who can fuck non-stop for 8 hours, then I most certainly am not your author. If, however, you enjoy a story that's based virtually on fact, then remain in your seat and perhaps you'll enjoy a fond recollection of mine. This is the fourth and final edition of 'Women I have Known.'

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Lauren. Lovely Lauren. I've been married to her for over twenty-five years, and, God willing, I'll have her for twenty-five more. If you have read the previous stories in my series, this will be a much longer telling. After all I've known Lauren much longer and better than any other woman I've ever fucked.

I met her when she was twenty-three and I was two years older and we were in grad school in the 1980's, but Lauren was very 1960's. She was raised by hippies in the 1960's and seemed to never morph into any other era. I never warmed up to the women of the 1980's. They seemed very high maintenance and, to my thinking, superficial. Lauren was happy to go camping, smoke some pot, and help me kill a 12-pak of beer on the weekends. 

She drove an ancient Datsun B210 and she would continue to drive it even after she had finished school and was a licensed veterinarian who made enough money to drive any car she wanted. In fact she would not buy a new car until the old Datsun almost literally disintegrated around her. (One day I saw the road flashing by through a hole in the floorboards and I told her if she did not buy a new car by the end of the month I would driver hers to a wrecking yard.)

The 1980's were the end of the era for women with natural bushes too. Lauren also remained a nature girl in that respect. As women evolved into having pubic hair that was more like topiary, followed by fully shaved and waxed pussies, Lauren never let a razor or scissors near her sexy cunt. She is not a hairy woman and her pubic hair forms a nearly perfect black triangle against her pale white skin.

I suppose it is bad form to begin the description of a woman by describing her pubic hair habits, so I'll begin at the top...literally. Lauren has soft, long, fine, dark hair. She wears it in a ponytail most of the time. She'll often go several days without washing it. She has full eyebrows that match the rest of her hair. Her nose is straight and pretty. Her pale white skin is nearly perfect, even as she approaches her 50th birthday. Her teeth are straight and bright; Lauren is very obsessed with her faultless teeth. She must brush and floss more than any non-dentist on the planet. I frequently tease her about this since the rest of her hygiene habits can be rather lax. If she shaves her legs and pits once a month in the winter months I am being generous. She also has the most marvelous green eyes. 

Oh those eyes. Her eyes may only be topped by her breasts: This is if you like a B-cup. Her nipples are small and dark. Her boobs are amazing symmetrical, and even into middle-age they are firm and do not sag at all. It is as if she is defying both the aging process and gravity simultaneously. 

All-in-all she is a stunning woman, and since she wears little to no make-up she looks very much the same at breakfast as she did at dinner time. Lauren is 5'5" 125. She gained some weight after the twins were born and it took her a few years to find her figure again. She gained weight again as she approached forty, but then she took up running and became thinner and fitter than ever in her life. In general her body looks the same now as it did when I met her. If you like buxom, blonde bombshells then Lauren might do little for you, but if you have a weakness for natural beauty then she is nearly impeccable. If you have a hippie fetish, she's a wet dream.

She likes sex too. Not volume of sex really, but quality. This brings me to her psyche. Lauren is playful, cute, and very straightforward. I also realized early on that sometimes she seems to have a sexual screw loose. She will on occasion say or do something so unexpected of a female that I still end up doing a double-take several times a year.

Lauren also has one rather odd quirk. When she has an orgasm her eyes will roll back in her head, much like a shark does when it bites its victim. Even in a nearly pitch-black bedroom I can see her green eyes turn white when she comes. It makes her look almost like a zombie for the duration. It also makes it easy to spot when she is faking an Orgasm. 

Enough about Lauren - for a second. I am Kevin, her lucky husband. I am rather tall and lean: over 6 feet and under 200 pounds. I am built like a tennis player, which I was at some fairly prestigious level in my youth. I've been told I am a handsome man, and I really never struggled to find female companionship in my youth. I am blond and blue-eyed, and if what women have told me is true I am decently hung and have pretty solid staying power. That should cover what you need to know about me. We can return to Lauren: the star of the story.

She is remarkably straightforward. I think it was during the week following the first time I had made lover to her that she came out and told me she had a few rules. Not many rules, but ones she did feel strongly about. I believe she segued into the subject by adding on to the things she particularly does like. Her list of no-nos was short: "Don't come on my face, don't call me any names, and no anal sex." I've never gotten a thrill out of calling a woman I like any sort of derogatory name, and I think it's hard to fathom coming on the face of a woman you love. As for anal sex, I hid my disappointment when I heard that act was not on the menu. I have always thought you can't truly know a woman sexually until you have kissed her as you fuck her in the ass. I also knew pretty early on that Lauren would be a hard woman to get to change her mind...but more on that later.

Before I begin my tale of sexual adventure, let me be honest about a few more boring facts as well. While I adore my Lauren, and I am pretty sure she feels the same way, there have been the usual ups and downs married couples experience along the way. There have been long work hours that seldom lined up with one another. We had twins along the way...talk about throwing a monkey wrench into your sex life! We had lots of spats and a few large fights. We had weeks where we might get one half-hearted missionary quickie in: but those make for bad reading. I'll share with you some of the best highlights of twenty-five plus years. Many are unique and as far as my limited writing skills will allow I will try to tell them as accurately as I can recall them. 

- Lauren at 25. I met her at age twenty-three when we were both still living in small one-bedroom apartments. I may have showered with her once or twice, but it was far too crowded and it was neither a romantic nor cleansing experience, and after the first few bad experiences we never did it again for years. Two years later we got married and went on our honeymoon to the Caribbean. Our beach bungalow had not only a great view and beach access from the sliding door; it also had a walk in shower large enough to accommodate at least two pairs of newlyweds. 

I think it was the second morning when I woke up to the sound of water running in the shower. I decided to join my bride. Through opaque glass I could see she was washing her hair and brushing her teeth. I knew Lauren brushed her teeth in the shower. It seemed odd, but she said is saved time and it kept her from getting toothpaste on her clothing, which she claimed happened frequently. So I walked into the shower to join her.

Not only was she brushing her teeth and letting the conditioner set in her hair, the smell of urine was fairly noticeable. Looking at the bottom of the shower floor I could see her yellow pee going slowly into the drain.

She smiled at me, "Come on in, the water's fine." She set her toothbrush on the ledge.

"Are you peeing in the shower?"

She looked at me like I was an idiot. "Well, ya." 

Now I had been peeing in the shower since I was a kid. I just assumed women did not. Perhaps I looked perplexed.

"Don't even tell me you don't pee in the shower, Honey," she grabbed the soap and began to lather herself. "I bet you have to go after all that beer we had last night," she winked and grabbed my cock. "Let me aim."

If you touch me, there's no way I can pee," I objected. She let go of my cock and eventually I began to pee. At one point she grabbed it again and aimed it at the shower wall and at her own stomach and legs. 

Once my bladder was completely empty, Lauren said, "See, that was easy and saved you time. Now let's get out of this shower and put that thing to better use."

Lauren was never shy about where she peed. Her fear of snakes and poison oak did not pair well with her love of camping and hiking. Lauren was never bashful to drop her shorts and pee along a trail. On a number of occasions she was nearly literally caught with her pants down.

-Lauren at 27. Her love of camping is a nice transition to my next story about her. This next episode occurred about two years after we were married, and before the kids were born. We had been camping in far northern California for several days. We'd hiked, cooked outdoors, had sex in our tent, and Lauren had been smoking a lot of quality pot. Marijuana was never really my thing. I smoked a bit with her but stuck to beer most nights. The camping area was fairly full Friday through Sunday, but by Monday we had the place virtually to ourselves. After our hike we ate some fish we'd actually managed to catch ourselves. I used the showers in the communal restrooms; Lauren passed on showering. She now had been au natural for four days. (I came to the conclusion that, for my wife, one of the measures of any vacation was how infrequently she had to bathe: the less washing the better vacation.) After dinner we walked into the woods about a mile so Lauren could have a smoke. In those days, even in Northern California, you could not openly smoke pot in a public campground.

We found the clearing we'd been to previously. I opened the backpack and got out the cold beers and Lauren's stash. We lit a small fire as well. We each had a beer and Lauren smoked a joint...I had two hits. She then gave me a great blowjob. Lauren may have some specific rules about what she won't do, but none involve oral sex. She loves to give as well as receive. Especially to receive! She might be the only woman I've ever known who will actually request to have her pussy eaten. 

It was not very long after I'd come in her warm wet mouth that we heard some rustling in the bushes. For a split second we both expected a bear to come into view. Instead it was five young campers. There were three guys and two girls. The girls looked to be sisters. They all looked to be in their early to mid-twenties. Lauren and I were pushing thirty at the time.

After we'd all said hello to one another one of the guys asked if they could trade us some beer for pot. I was going to say we had no pot, but the smell still hung in the air and Lauren was so obviously toasted that I did not want to insult their intelligence. 

I offered them some pot and they procured some cold bottles of Beck's and two bottles of cheap red wine. We learned the two women were cousins and the youngest man was the brother of one of the girls. The two other guys were the boyfriends of the girls. We all partied together and Lauren even admitted to me that she was "waaaay wasted.' She looked relaxed and lovely. Lauren had just finished vet school a year earlier and had started working in a vet's office shortly thereafter. This was her first real vacation in ages. She certainly needed to relax.

The oldest of the three men asked, "So, what do you two aren't out here smoking pot and giving blow jobs?" He laughed out loud.

Immediately one of the women interjected, "Frank, you can't let them know we saw that!" 

"Oh, come on. We're all among pot-loving friends here."

I felt somewhat embarrassed knowing that we had been witnessed. Lauren seemed less concerned and added to the conversation. "He just gets me stoned so I'll blow him."

Frank shook his head mockingly. "It didn't look like you hated it. Hey, Jenny, you're stoned maybe you'll do me?" He patted the front of his shorts.

I'll skip the back and forth it took the young man to persuade his pretty young girlfriend to give him a blow job, but within ten minutes both she and her cousin were giving head to their guys. The brother seemed more or less uninterested in seeing his sister and cousin sucking dick. The two women had vastly different styles. Jenny performed on her knees. Frank held her head and gently fucked her mouth. Kirstin had her beau lay on the ground as she serviced him. 

Lauren seemed not at all put off. I knew she had witnessed a lot of sex. She had shared a room in a dorm for two years and she and her roommate had both had frequent male overnight visitors. She had also told me how several couples had all fucked in the same room on a college ski trip. I think aside from the brother I was the most uptight person in the clearing. 

It took a good fifteen minutes before either man came. Jenny swallowed Frank's load. It was not like she had much choice since he held her head and hair virtually the entire time. Kirstin's boyfriend Rick came shortly thereafter. Kirsten stroked him as he came, and once he was done coming in her mouth she quickly stood and went and spit in the bushes. It had been erotic to see the two different styles of giving head the two cousins had exhibited.

The young man without a girlfriend, named Chet, had watched with only mild interest. After all it was his sister and cousin who had been performing. It was not long after Frank had come that he gently teased Chet about being left out. At this point one of the girls said, in a joking manner, "Maybe Lauren will do him a favor?"

Lauren held up her hand showing her wedding ring and took another toke. 

"We're not telling you to marry him, just blow him," Kirsten explained. "If your husband is cool with it?"

At his point Chet was very embarrassed. "Jeez, guys. Don't embarrass me like this. She doesn't hardly know me and she's fuckin' married!" Frank and Rich only teased him more after this. One of them commented that he did not want a blowjob because he was gay.

It was at this point that Lauren whisper to me, "Those guys are being jerks. He's a nice guy. Do you mind if I do?"

For a moment I was certain Lauren was joking with me, but I also realized she was really high. Chet was a good looking guy. He sort of looked like a hippie version of Jim Morrison. I knew Lauren had always liked the hippie look. What made her marry a prepped guy like me was something I still wondered about from time to time. She had been stressed out at her new job, and she truly loved to give head. And I had gotten used to her doing or saying something totally off the wall every once in a while. 

"Go for it, Babe."

"And you won't get all freaky about it later?" she queried.

I said I was cool with it, but I was almost half certain I might be 'freaky' about it if I watched my wife suck off another man. I suppose marriage is about letting your partner be themselves sometimes even if that self is vastly different than you are yourself. Lauren is wildly adventurous and she's taught me to relax and have fun. The last thing I wanted to be was an old fuddy duddy before my thirtieth birthday.

"No, really, go for it." 

Lauren said nothing, handed me the joint, and walked over to Chet who was clearly nervous. The two other men began to chant, "Lauren, Lauren." She led him a short distance from the fire. We could all still see and hear, but they were not in full illumination. She pushed him up against a small tree, knelt down and began to unbutton his Levis. Once loose, she yanked them down below his knees.

Chet smiled when Lauren grabbed his cock. Her back was to us. "Nice cock. Now we're gonna have some fun, OK? Keep your hands off of my head, and don't come on my face. Other than that, let's get busy." 

Lauren's style was far different than the two younger women. She does not deep-throat a cock, but she is an expert with her hands, and her mouth gets very wet when gives head. While she genuinely adores sucking a cock (and has on a few occasions even had an orgasm while doing it), her jaw gets tired and sore after about five minutes. But her skills with her mouth and hands makes it so no mortal man is likely to last that long.

As expected it was perhaps three minutes before Chet began to make noises. This urged Lauren on even more. I moved around unobtrusively to get a view. Her mouth was making slurping noises and her saliva was running down her chin. I wondered if some pre-come might also be seeping into her mouth. 

With a quick gasp Chet unloaded into her mouth. Lauren continued to pump him while sucking the head of his cock. Eventually he became too sensitive and said, "Stop, Stop."

The two young men who had been watching applauded. Lauren stood and gave a small mock curtsy. As she walked back to me I could see the top of her shirt was wet with come and spit. She sat down on the log next to me and opened a beer.

"You OK?" she asked.

I thought for a second and decided I actually was OK. "Yup. How was it for you?"

"Fun. He came nice and fast too. He's a big comer. Between the two of you I think I won't need to eat breakfast," she teased.

"Maybe, but you'd better brush your teeth really well before you expect a goodnight kiss."

A few more beers and a couple of shared joints latter we headed back to our campsite. Lauren went to the communal restrooms and finally had a much needed shower. She came back to the tent with clean hair and minty breath. I then fucked her for a solid half hour. She always likes to fuck after giving me head; she says I last a long time and she can usually get off repeatedly.

We did not talk about the blow job she had given again for many months. It was as if we both knew it was an aberration, a little adventure undertaken far from home and while she was really high.

-Lauren at 35. As one ages one tends to care less about birthdays, unless of course your wife insists on starting your day off with an expertly administered blowjob. I had gone out for a run this fine day. The weather was good and I felt great. I tacked on a few extra miles and I was a fairly tired and a sweaty mess when I walking into the bedroom. Lauren had just finished putting away some laundry and was already in her scrubs for work. It was a weekend day, but she worked each alternating Saturday and was on call one Sunday a month at the vet clinic. 

"Where were you? That was a long run."

"It's so nice I did extra."

She walked over to me. "Happy Birthday! Now get those shorts off." She began to pull my pants down. 

"Wait, wait. Let me shower real fast. I'm all sweaty."

"No time," she looked at her watch. "I gotta leave in 7 minutes. I'm opening up the shop today."

The idea of my sweaty cock seemed to not make Lauren uneasy at all. I went to sit on the bed.

"Not on the bed, Honey. I just put fresh sheets on. You'll get 'em all sweaty. Just stand there and enjoy."

I leaned against the wall; Lauren had my cock out and hard in an instant. I was actually dripping sweat on to my wife's head as she gave me head. The seven minutes she had to spare was plenty of time. In less than five minutes I groaned and told her I was going to come. Despite being dehydrated from my run I felt as if I were shooting an especially large load of come into her mouth. Her hand stroked the base and her lips formed a perfect seal on the head and she drained me fully. 

She gave a quick final swallow, smiled, and stood up. "Have a great birthday. See you at five." She gave me a quick kiss.




Women I Have Known Ch. 04



"Thanks, Babe. You might want a breath mint in the car. You have cocksucker's breath."

She flipped me off and headed to work. 

That night we had a family dinner out with assorted friends and family. We got home and got the twins put to bed and finally relaxed with a glass of wine. After a quick glass Lauren said, "Gimme five minutes and then come to bed for your final gift of the day."

"You already took care of business this morning. Not sure I am up for it."

"Stop talking like an old man. Plus, I think you'll like this gift." She gave her ass a light spank and walked up the stairs.

My mind began to ponder. I'd been trying for over a decade to get into Lauren's ass. Even when drunk, she'd always made her aversion to anal sex clear. She had let me spank her thin ass on several occasions though. I assumed perhaps her slapping her butt indicated I was going to get to spank the 'naughty school girl'. 

I waited the five minutes and then came to bed. Lauren sucked me until I was hard, and then I fucked her for a while. At one point she told me to stop before I came. I got close and then stopped.

She said, "Your gift's in the nightstand."

I was half expecting a watch or a new phone to be in the nightstand when I slid the door open. Instead it was a tube of the usual brand of lube we used. (Even when aroused Lauren would sometimes not be wet enough to allow for comfortable love making.)

"Ah, thanks," was all I could muster.

"Is that all you have to say when a woman is offering you her ass?"

"What, really?"

"Yup. Just fuck me until you're really close to coming. Then lube me up and be gentle."

The next fifteen minutes or so were a blur. I fucked Lauren again until I was close to coming. Then I applied a generous amount of lube to both my cock and her anus. I asked her if she wanted it doggy style or on her back. She expressed no preference, so I took her in the missionary position. I figured I could judge from her facial expressions if I was being too rough with her virginal ass. (Actually she'd had a boyfriend in college before we'd met who had taken her anally a few times. It seems that guy's insensitivity had turned Lauren off from anal sex for life.)

I took my time getting my cock into her ass. Once buried in her it did not take me long to approach my orgasm. I think she was happy that I lasted less than three minutes. I kissed her tenderly and told her I loved my gift.

From then on, every birthday I got to fuck my beautiful wife in the ass. I swear that one year as I was fucking her up the ass, that I saw her eyes roll back in her head: the sure sign of an orgasm. I asked her if she came and she admitted she had. I asked if that meant I might not have to wait 52 weeks before a repeat performance. She said that while she had come, she still found the experience painful. I kissed her softly, patted her ass, and said, "See you in a year then."

-Lauren at 38. One day while driving in the car, Lauren said she'd read in a magazine that married couples have sex two to three times a week. I said that sounded about right. She added that that would be about 128 times a year. I agreed again.

"That's a gallon on semen then if you come one ounce each time. A gallon of come in my pussy every year, wow!"

"You do good math, but I think a cup or two end up on you or in your tummy."

"Good point," she smiled. 

-Lauren at 41. I know this happened in mid-April since I was frantically trying to finish our taxes. I was missing some document for Lauren's veterinary business. The tax man said he needed it by close of business if we wanted to file on time. I called Lauren at work. She was swamped. She indicated a copy of the form was on her laptop and she'd get it for me after work. I told her of the time constraints and she told me to go find it myself. I had to call her back two minutes later since I did not have the password to her laptop. I found the form in short order and was prepared to send it to our accountant. I forgot I was not on my computer when I opened the email. I quickly realized I was not in my email and I prepared to forward the document from Lauren's email to my own. I sent the document to myself so I could forward it to the tax advisor. In Lauren's inbox I saw an email from her sister with a subject line 'You slut'. 

Opening someone's mail is something I know is wrong. I don't think I'd ever even opened Lauren's junk mail from the mailbox, but I could not resist opening this email. I assumed perhaps Lauren was sharing some dirty aspect of our sex life. 

Ten minutes later I closed the computer. Lauren's sister had spent about half of her email warning Lauren that while the wild night of sex she'd enjoyed while at a convention sounded exciting it risked her losing her marriage. I had read the thread back to the inception. It seems my perfect wife had spent the last two nights of her five day trip to New Orleans the previous month being fucked seemingly nonstop by some unnamed man. 

Before I paint Lauren as being fully at fault here let me explain a few facts. Lauren had gained weight in her late thirties and her impending fortieth birthday had spurred her into action. She took up running, and in fact she was very good at it. She lost over twenty pounds. She also went to the gym regularly. Her body was amazing. She may have weighed the same as she did at age twenty-three but now she was ripped. 

Also my career obligations required a lot of travel. The twins were now teenagers who did not need as much attention as before. So while Lauren now looked as sexy as she ever had, we were having less sex than we'd ever had. When we did fuck it was still good.

Additionally, my record of fidelity was not perfect. I had had sex with four additional women since my wedding vows. Two were one night stands and two had been ongoing flings with women in my office. My only honorable act was that I never lied to these women and said I was going to divorce Lauren. As much as I enjoyed getting a little 'strange' on the side, I knew that none of these women were even close to being as amazing as Lauren.

I confronted Lauren, and aside from her being livid about me having read her email, she made no attempt to deny what had happened. She said she was sorry, and had just been feeling neglected. I must have been being more of a jerk than usual as I berated her, because she eventually said to me, "I am such a slut, while you've never once cheated on me."

I knew if I lied I'd be apt to end my marriage. I also did not want to fess up to having cheated too. "What makes you think I have?"

"Oh, Kevin, I've seen a few women look at you at office parties. Don't treat me like an idiot."

"Oh, I see."

"I know how guys are. I was never worried you were leaving us. You weren't, were you?" She looked apprehensive.

At least now I could be totally honest. "God no! I've never thought about leaving you. I love you."

"OK then. I fucked up too, but I still love you."

The conversations about our marriage went on for days. (We eventually even undertook a few counselling sessions.) 

A few nights later, in bed, I asked Lauren to answer a few of my questions honestly. She agreed after much negotiation. 

"Was the sex with the guy good?"

"It wasn't bad. Being new it was exciting."

"Was he big?"

She let out an audible giggle. "Men! He was a good size but smaller than you for sure."

"I see. A married guy with a family?"

"No, single in med school."

I sat up. "How old was this guy?"

"Twenty-eight or twenty-nine."

"Fuck! A guy in his twenties."

"You don't think I'm a MILF?" Lauren chuckled.

"You are. The sex was good but not great?"

"The sex was good, but he just wouldn't leave me alone."

"Explain that?"

"We had sex, it was fine, and I wanted to get some sleep. He kept waking me up for more all night."

"All night, geez. How many times?"

She paused again. "Four or five times. I eventually told him to let me sleep or go home."

At this point something odd happened. I actually developed a hard-on. Picturing my wife of almost twenty years being fucked all night by a guy a decade younger than her was arousing. I rolled over onto my wife and pulled her panties down.

We had not fucked since I had discovered her affair. 

"I thought you hated me?" she said.

"No, I love you and I am going to fuck your silly brains out."

She smile genuinely. "Ah, taking back what's rightfully yours?"

"I guess you could say that."

I fucked Lauren roughly and we fell asleep. I woke up before four in the morning and fucked her again. I figured I had to show her that men over forty could ruin her beauty sleep nearly as much as some punk kid could.

Lauren continued to travel for work intermittently. Every time she did I wondered if she might pick up some random man and treat him to one of her world class blowjobs before fucking him. I was ninety percent sure she never did, and I was one-hundred percent sure to never ask her. 

-Lauren at 47. You miss the kids once they leave the nest, but the privacy is nice. If you adore your wife the additional time together is an added bonus.

Lauren came into the living room where I was watching the Monday Night Football game. "I'm gonna grab a glass of wine and have a bath." 

I kept my eye on the game and said, "Enjoy. I'll be up once the game end. Shouldn't be over a half hour more." With that Lauren went upstairs. I had to smile. Lauren is an amazing woman but aside from having the cleanest teeth on the planet her personal hygiene is not her strongest suit. Her dream weekend means not showering from Friday morning before work until Monday morning. When Lauren tells me she is going to soak in the bath with a glass of wine, it's an unspoken code we developed over the previous two decades.

I smiled and watched the end of the game. After turning off the game, I went and grabbed the bottle of opened wine from the fridge as well as a glass for myself. I walked up the stairs, through the bedroom and out onto the deck. Lauren was sitting in a lounge chair. She was wearing a large, fluffy robe, and she was smoking a joint. It was cool out, but California, even in October, is generally mild. 

"Nice bath?"

"The best. I feel relaxed. The wine and this doobie probably helped. Want a hit?"

"Nah, I'm good with the wine."

"Ready to head inside?" she cocked her head playfully.

As soon as the door to the patio was shut Lauren shed her terrycloth robe. Even well into her forties her body was amazing. She had gained some weight in her late thirties but had taken up running and by age forty she was as slim and fit as she'd been when I'd met at age twenty-three. Her breasts, while small, seemed to be defying gravity, and her dark pubic hair stood out boldly against her porcelain-white skin.

"Get naked and lay down," she commanded me. 

I did as I was told and shortly thereafter Lauren was between my legs and was applying a generous amount of odorless and tasteless massage lotion to my dick. She gives the most exquisite hand job in the world. She stokes me up and down as well as turning her hand around in a rotating clockwise and counterclockwise fashion. If she were trying to be done with her task as fast as possible she could probably get me off in two minutes, but she is playful. She alternates her handy work with sucking my cock and licking my balls. 

After about ten minutes she can tell I am near to coming. She is stroking my shaft while sucking on the head of my angry cock. At this point her well-lubricated index finger begins to probe my ass. She finger-fucks me for a few moments before pressing in further and finding my prostate. That is all it takes to send me over the top.

I am never sure if I come more when my wife does me in this manner or if it just feels that way. I certainly come for longer. Sometimes she strokes me and I end up coming all over my own stomach, other times she keeps her warm, wet mouth over the head and I shoot what feels like a cup of hot come into her sweet mouth. 

She always leaves the nightstand light on so I can watch her administering her talents. Today she keeps her mouth on my cock, strokes me with her right hand while her left index finger presses my prostate. If there is a sight more amazing than coming in the mouth of the woman you love, it may have to be the look of satisfaction on her face as she swallows for the second or third time to make sure she has not spilled a drop of the treasure she has so expertly coaxed from her man. 

Once I finished coming, she slid her finger out of my ass and went to wash up. She came back to the room and turned out the light on the nightstand. The room was now only lighted by the moonlight. She lay on the bed and slid up as high as she could, giving me as much room to get between her legs as possible. I could not really see her face clearly but I was certain she had a look of satisfaction it. You see, Lauren just adores to get eaten. I have told her, only partially jestingly, that she'd be happy if she could spend the entirely if her sex life just getting her pussy licked. 

I spent as long as it took to lick her to an orgasm. It seldom takes more than ten minutes. I gave her a moment to recover before tapping her on the hip. She slowly rolled over, raised her ass in the air and rested her head on the pillow.

Now, my dear readers, throughout this recollection I have lead you to understand Lauren's genuine dislike for anal sex, and that is true; however, she quickly developed a love for being rimmed. In my college years I met a woman who adored nothing in the sexual world more than having her ass orally loved. Subsequently, every woman I've ever known sexually I've worked hard to get to try it at least once. Having only been with about ten women since then I'd have to place them into about three equally-sized camps. Those who hated it; those, like Lauren, who adored it, and a unique third who I think loved it but could not get themselves to admit that they liked it. I suppose they could not get past the 'Ick Factor'.

But, let me get back to Lauren now. Had I decided to have a shower or join Lauren in the large bathtub this night I might well have found her skilled tongue in my ass as well, but this evening it was her turn to be adored. While my wife has a rather thick bush of dark, black hair, her ass is amazingly free of any hair. I had been letting my tongue circle her smooth anus for three minutes at most when her fingers came up from below her stomach and began to finger her clitoris and pussy. She began to make more noise than she makes from any other activity, and in short order she began to come. As she reached her orgasm I pressed my tongue as deeply into her ass as I could. 

I sometimes think parts are going to start falling off of her when she comes this way. She shakes and gasps to the point where I wonder where my phone is in case I have to call 911. She came like this once more before I slid up next to her and held her as she recovered.

"Thank God the kids are off to college. They'd have heard that for sure," she said.

"I've kissed your ass with them in house on several occasions and you seemed to restrain your moaning." 

"True, but it's more fun to let loose."

This was an activity we engaged in about ten times a year since about the time Lauren was thirty and had succumbed to my insistence that she try getting rimmed before simply saying, 'Ick.' She is the most open woman I've ever known, yet I don't think she's ever asked for a rim job, but seldom do two months pass where she won't tell me, "I'm going to go have a glass of wine and sit in the tub and relax for a while." I have to stifle the desire to not laugh when I hear her say that. In my mind I hear, "Are you ready to lick some pussy and then eat some ass?" 

-Lauren at nearly 50. She looks just as amazing to me now as she did a quarter of a century ago. Over twenty-five years...that's a lifetime. I was reminiscing too much and lost my concentration on my task. You see, when you rape a woman you need to have your wits about you. 

I kept her arms pinned to her side and grinded my hips roughly against hers. She fought bravely and told me to stop. This made me fuck her even harder. And with that her eyes rolled up in her head as she came for the third time of the night.

Even Lauren, the most open woman I'd ever met, was reluctant to tell me about her rape fantasy. I think she was about thirty when she shared her darkest desire with me. By then we already had kids, so it was a fantasy we could only indulge in one in a rare while. Which was just as well, since after Lauren had had her fantasy fulfilled, she would not seek an encore performance for many months (sometimes even a year) at a time. 

So as she nuzzled up to me now, I assumed I perhaps taken her by force two dozen times. "How was it? Looks like you came lots."

"I did. It was good. As good as play acting can be," she stated.

"Didn't I convince you that you were getting fucked regardless if you wanted it or not?" I gave a smile of mock indignation for my acting skills. 

"It's not that at all. It's just that I know I can stop you, so it loses some of its vividness."

"Of course you can stop me. You can just say 'Berkeley' at any time." (It was the city where we had met and it was her 'safe word' in any sexual scenario.) 

"Or I could scratch your face or punch you in the nose."

This was in fact true. I would hold Lauren down as I raped her. Frequently her arms would flail free and she would hit my shoulders and grab my arms. She, of course, never actually hurt me. I also seldom actually hurt her.

"Right, what's your point?" Knowing my wife I was actually prepared for her to say something provocative. I was not as prepared as I thought.

"I think sometime you should make it truly real."

"What? How so?"

She paused and placed her head to my neck so I could not see her face. "Maybe, do it totally by surprise."

"I've done that."

"And maybe tie me up so I can really fight hard."

"Anything else?"

"Well...ah...maybe no safe word for once."

"Interesting. So no rules for one time?"

"Well, there are the two usual rules: no anal and don't come on my face."

"I'll see what I can do. No warning and no limits, right? And no divorce proceedings or hurt feelings if it's not everything you expected?"

She kissed my neck. "I promise."

Thus began my one month planning of Lauren's birthday parties. I had already been planning the one with the friends, family, and business associates. Now I just needed to figure out how to effectively plan a much smaller party.

How properly restrain her was issue number one. I ordered some fur-lined hand cuffs on line. They turned out to be ill-suited. They looked painful and also looked like Lauren could break them in two in an instant. So, one day, during my lunch break, I went to a shop not too far from my downtown offices and slunk into a sex shop. (I have to tell you that never in my life have I felt more inappropriately dressed than I did that day in my suit and tie.) A helpful young slacker-type guy suggested a pair of Velcro wristbands. They were soft on the inside, connected by one menacing chain link, and had a full Velcro strap around the entire circumference. The gym be damned: Lauren was not getting out of these!

The rest of my needed items I found around the house. A pair of scissors, some old neck ties which were in the Good Will box (Not sure why Lauren assumed the homeless would need an old Hermes tie), and an extra tube of sex lube. I stored these all in the giant shed near the back of our property. It was stuffy and musty but it was as far from the neighbors as we could get, and we had recently moved the kids' old single bed mattresses there for storage. We had yet to wrap them in plastic and place them in the shed's rafters. 




Women I Have Known Ch. 04



I set up everything to my liking and waited for the right moment. I suggested I needed help getting the giant punchbowl down from the upper shelf in the shed one night. It was already dark and cold outside when Lauren and crossed the lawn and opened the shed. I pulled the string that turned on the single bulb which illuminated the twelve by twelve shed which was now about to become Lauren's cell. Seeing the mattress lying flat on the floor I think Lauren was on to my plans pretty quickly; but not quickly enough to prevent me from cuffing her hands behind her back. One quick push sent her face down onto the mattress. I yanked her shorts down and got them off of one of her legs and then tied each ankle with a necktie. Two ties had been tied together under the mattress, so when her ankles were secured her legs were spread apart. 

I got the scissors and cut her panties on both sides and pulled them off. This began her protesting in earnest. She said, 'Berkeley' in a defiant voice. 

"Sorry, Honey, not today. Today you are getting raped." With that I took another tie and tied it around her head gagging her as she continued to protest. Laying on her stomach her impressive ass was exposed. I spent a few minutes spanking her roughly: Lauren likes a good spanking in the right frame of mind. She struggled, but gave in with resignation as I turned her ass red. 

I finally decided it was time to fuck her. I straddled her ass and pressed my hands onto her back. She was perfectly pinioned as I entered her hairy pussy. I was tempted to tell her that a rape victim was not supposed to have a soaking wet cunt, but I knew such a comment would break the mood. 

I fucked Lauren as she attempted to protest for about ten minutes. I then grabbed the lube from the table and squirted a wad in between her ass cheeks. Now her protests began more urgently. Even with the tie wedged in her mouth I could understand her demand to not be fucked in the ass. 

"Shut up, Lauren. Be quiet and take it up the ass like a slut." This had been the hardest part for me to choreograph. I knew Lauren hated anal sex, and I knew if I actually raped her anally, my yearly birthday consensual sodomy would be a thing of the past. 

I rubbed the head of my cock around her anus. "It's show time, Baby." And with that I plunged my dick into her pussy and began to pound her mercilessly. "You like that cock up your ass, don't you?" 

I have to say, my wife did a splendid job of pretending she was getting ass-fucked as she finally came. (It was a shame she was facing down since I am sure her eyes were rolled up fully in her head.) I half believed I was fucking Lauren up the ass myself. It was not long before I knew I was going to come soon. The excitement of the moment hurried me along. I also knew Lauren had been fighting me hard for nearly a half hour. She had to be getting tired, to say nothing of the neckties leaving marks on her. 

I untied her gag and rolled her over. I sat on top of her, pinning her again. Her legs were twisted. I began to stroke my dick. "OK, I'm about to come. If you open your mouth I'll come in it. If you don't, I'll come all over that pretty face of yours. I could see Lauren was livid know. I also knew she could tell I was serious. 

A few seconds later I hit the point of no return. "I'm coming. I'm coming," I warned her. With that, Lauren opened her mouth reluctantly. I have seldom wondered how much come I shoot when I have a good orgasm, but watching my beautiful wife's mouth open as I came, I have to think it's close to a mouthful at times.

She gagged a bit, based mostly on being on her back as she tried to swallow. I untied her and she left the shed in a huff. I left her alone for a few hours. I went to bed and felt her come to bed an hour later.

"So, what'd you think?" I asked hesitantly. Wanting to remind her it had been her idea, I continued, "I followed all your rules...more or less."

"It was OK." She fell asleep. 

A few days later she approached me on the subject again. "I'm sorry if I was a bad sport. You're right, I did ask for it. I guess I just didn't expect you to be so good at it."

"I wanted to make you happy."

"In that case, well done. But let's never do it again. I don't think it was healthy like that."

"But with your safe word maybe?"

"Maybe, but not for a long time. Now take me to bed and make love to me."

-Lauren's Birthday 

A 1965 Volkswagen Bug is a hard gift to wrap. It's also an odd 50th birthday gift unless you are married to a hippie-chick born in the first week of 1965. I picked it up from the vintage car handler, parked it in our garage, and put a giant bow on top of it. I then closed the garage door and unplugged the automatic garage door opener. When Lauren got home she could not open the door. She came through the front door complaining that, 'The damn door opener is broken again.' I suggested we go see what was the matter. Lauren followed me to the door leading from the kitchen to the garage.

"Let's see what's wrong with it, Lauren. Probably just a fuse." I opened the door, "After you." She entered the dark garage and I flipped on the lights, exposing the shiny sky-blue VW to Lauren's beautiful green eyes.

"Get the fuck out of here! You didn't. You did!" Lauren walked to the car and touched the curved fenders. "It's amazing. I've always wanted one" She was in my arms kissing me in an instant.

After recovering from her shock she said, "Best birthday gift...ever! Thank you, Honey."

"You're welcome. There's one more gift, but first let's have some bubbly."

Once we'd killed off a bottle of fine Champagne I sat Lauren down at the computer and pulled up a story from a favorite website of mine. "Here, this story is for you."

She sat in the chair and looked at the title. "Um, OK. But why am I reading a story called 'Lovely Lauren?'

"Well, once you start reading it, you'll know why I used your middle name. I also changed your profession a little bit, and where we went to college. I selected 'Berkeley'."

I went and sat on the bed and waited for my wife as she read 'her' story in peace. About a half hour later she entered the bedroom.

"Thanks. I loved it. Glad you changed my name though."

"You really liked it? Be honest."

Lauren smiled, "I did. You captured me pretty good."

"Did I make you sound as beautiful as you really are," I asked.

"It's sweet that you still think I'm cute, and I just showered this morning...you made me sound like a hobo." Lauren slipped her scrubs down over her lithe hips, her plain green panties followed. "So, you really think my favorite thing in the world is to have oral sex done to me?" Still wearing her top, she lay down in the bed next to me.

"Well, isn't it?" I rolled on top of her and positioned myself so my face was over her pussy. She spread her leg giving me perfect access to her dark-haired cunt.

"It is. OK now, I'm the birthday girl, so shut up and eat me!"

And I did.