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Out of Town

By: dreamsweet



Chicago was blustery. Ice puddles dotted the sidwalks. There was a chance of black ice on the roads, but we had come up for the weekend, anyway. This was something we did only on occasion. The anonymity of being in a big city several hours away from home gave us the illusion of safety. Drew and I would pretend to be lovers, freely enjoying occasional bouts of public displays of affection. I wore a wedding band, and he would hold my hand throughout the city. As we walked into a loud restaurant at the edge of downtown, I felt my brother's hand gently stroke its way under my shirt, up my back. I had such giddy excitement that I could only close my eyes and smile. He turned my cheek toward him, and engaged me in a very wet, hot kiss, as we waited for the hostess to find us a table.

"Um, 'scuse me, your table is ready," a shy flower of a girl interrupted. Her apparent discomfort aroused Drew. I smiled merrily. The girl was too cute and innocent for Drew's taste. She looked like a happy puppy. I could tell he was thinking about ways he could shock her. He was more interested in shocking her than fucking her. I let a soft laugh escape me.

"Of course it is," he answered, simply. He decided to be polite. He was in a romantic and empathetic mood.

We went to our table in a corner. We sat on one side of the booth like newlyweds. The stroll we had taken to FAO Schwartz and down to the river was cold and hard in the early February evening. We had stopped along the way to kiss and grope freely in front of dozens of people. This discomfitted people in some cases, but if people had recognized any of very few similarities we shared, they would have truly been shocked. We found that most people didn't notice anything strange. Drew was only happy when he could shock people, and sometimes I thought he came close to calling me "Little Sister" in public. So far, nothing ever went wrong in our travels.

We ordered our sodas and looked at the menu. I was incredibly hungry. We had waken up with sex on our minds, and the long walk we took seemed to be even more strenuous because of the unfulfilled lust. To make it worse, Drew seemed sweeter and more loving than ever before. Maybe I was just noticing it all over again after these months of living together that had passed. We acted married, and our dating of other people seemed like thin facades to us. It was an effort to sleep in separate rooms every other weekend. I often planned to be at work most of those weekends, starting before Julia dropped Brenden off and ending only after she came back for Brenden. I had no ill-will toward her, but I was tired of the lies. Drew had been the first to suggest road trips on the weekends he didn't have to either travel or be with Brenden. He told me, "We can just go somewhere no one knows us and not have to lie about anything." That suggestion had been played out four times. This day in Chicago had been another great moment. It would keep me in anticipation for another road trip, once we returned home again.

"What are you ordering?" Drew asked. He wanted to hear me talk. I smiled at him. It was one of the little things that kept me drawn to him and left every other male looking like a pale, two-dimensional ghost in comparison. He just wanted to hear my voice, and I spoke just for him.

"I want steak. I want a medium rare New York Strip. I want the sauteed carrots and homestyle French fries. I've been thinking about something like that all day. It sounds like something you'd get from home, if-"

"If Mom could cook!"

We both let out an evil laugh. She wasn't a very good cook. We had eaten out most of our lives. Drew was a fabulous cook, and it was only his cooking that saved my waistline. I felt Drew's hand return to the inside of my thigh, after he was done with the menu.

"What are you going to eat?" I, too, wanted to listen to him talk. I loved his voice. I loved the timbre and the masculine energy that filled me when he spoke.

"Shrimp sounds very good. A salad and rolls sound good, too. I had a big steak dinner last night, before we left."

"What was Rebecca like?" I darted my eyes away from him. He had been on a date. It was one of the smoke screen dates. He'd been out with one girl five times before he decided to break it off. Now, he'd met a woman at work that was interested in him. I bottled up the sinking sensation I felt in my chest.

"She was just as I expected. Hollow. They're always bubbly and warm and gentle on the first date. I just seem to pick the innocent and light girls every time. She'll figure out we're not really good for each other in a couple weeks. I'll just be another guy in the office to her, in no time. It would have been the same if I really tried to make a relationship with her. Having you around keeps my eyes clear, though."

"What do you mean by that?" The nagging jealousy wouldn't leave me.

"I mean, I see that most people are concerned with looks, alone, in this world. It takes more than pleasant conversation and perfect make-up to make a good relationship. You've been so much more real to me than any of these women I ever dated. Hell, even Julia seemed to be just as fake as the rest. You've got me wrapped up in you. I can't seem to escape. Everytime I get a glimpse of what I'm missing, I know I'm not missing much."

I wasn't expecting him to say something like that. I had felt that way about him. I assumed he felt that way about me. He never tried to look for a place of his own, and the dates always ended before the women could ever really start wanting more from him.

I finally nodded and let a few of my thoughts seep from me to him. I let him know I felt the same way. I deliberately concentrated on sending the thought: "Men I date are two-dimensional, but you aren't."

"Two-dimensional. That's a great word for the women I date, too," he replied, aloud.

His hand fumbled with my pants, and after a moment, he had his fingers between the zipper sides he slid down. His fingers encountered pubic hair. He smiled and raised one eyebrow briefly. I had cut the hair very short, and waxed the sides to keep it under control. His finger next touched wetness he must not have expected. We scooted ourselves under the table a little, when the waiter came back to take our orders. Drew's fingers didn't budge from the slit he'd found. I casually ordered my meal, and Drew quietly laughed. He made his order, and the waiter rushed off, no doubt to talk about the two of us. I leaned back into the cushioned booth. The sights and loud sounds of the restaurant melted away. I was in pain. Two weeks had passed slowly without a single touch. The anticipation had built to an extreme throughout the day. My body was involuntarily starting to climax as he touched me. His fingers left me, though. I closed the zipper as soon as he was removed from me. I let out a soft cry because of that aroused state in which he'd left me.

"You can't cum, yet. You'll get it later, don't worry. Not here, not without me," he whispered.

I nodded. I was willing to accept that. I really didn't want my first orgasm of the night to be in the restaurant.

We broke off the looks and touches for the remainder of the meal. I was sure the waiter was happy about that. Drew must have been in an absolutely romantic mood, because he paid the bill without suggesting I contribute money to it. We nearly ran out of the restaurant, and down the road to the garage. Drew chased me for a bit, grabbed me, and once again kissed me before we were off the street. His tongue was soft, loving, and he tasted like cinnamon. I loved his taste. I loved his scent. I loved the way he whispered in my ear.

"My sister, my sister, my sister. We were born together for a reason."

"Oh hush, Drew. I'm sure the entire world would beg to differ on that opinion. If there's a god up there somewhere, he certainly wouldn't stick lovers in the same family in this day and age."

"I'm not talking about god. I'm just talking about you and me. Maybe it is just some genetic thing that makes us so perfectly matched, in the end. No one comes close to how I feel with you. No one. And I think being brother and sister was the only way to make sure we two ended up together."

I loved listening to him, I really did, but this thought had crossed his mind once or twice in the past. I had always been able to keep him from lingering on destiny and that sort of nonsense. Neither of us even believed in the usual god that most people were taught to believe in. In all our years of incestuous obsession, I had been on the pill, and the absurdity of the rule of society irritated me to think about. I never intended to have his baby. I was well versed in the reasons behind inbreeding being a bad thing. I had done a lot of study about it in college. I knew that most people thought love and sex always led to children. That was fine for everyone else. I only had one objective in my love of Drew, and children was not it. My objective was to fulfill that empty place in my heart and head that only he seemed made to fill. As I looked at his extremely beautiful face, I wanted to tape his mouth shut. I didn't want to think about destiny and any cruel joke being played on us by making us siblings.

He probably followed my line of thought. He might not have heard every word, but the impression must have been branded on his mind. He frowned at me and led me to the car.

We got back to our hotel. Every moment closer to the room was becoming too painful to bear. My pussy positively throbbed, as he closed the door to our second floor room. He turned his perfect, dark blue eyes back to me. In the flash of a second I was blind to the rest of the world, and immediately under his power. He knew it, and his expression intensified. I watched him as he moved around things in the room. He pushed an overstuffed chair near the window. He turned on the overhead light. He went to the window and opened the curtains. I shuddered.

He came over to me, and he led me to the chair. I stood still as he stripped me in front of the big rectangle of glass. There were people out there. I knew they were there. I could feel them look up in embarassment for me. I was stung by a shock of exposure I wasn't used to. He turned me to face the glass. We looked at our reflections on the dark glass. There were lights off in the distance, but nothing lit the parking lot in back of the hotel. We couldn't see anyone, but they certainly could see us. Me, especially. My heart leaped into my throat as he put a blindfold over my eyes.

I could hear his thoughts. He was telling me that he wanted me to forget about the window. He wanted me to feel totally exposed and imagine there was a crowd just standing below the window to watch us. My knees were weakened. He stood behind me, and I knew I was still naked in the window. His knees came up between my thighs. He spread me open wide to the world. I imagined plenty of eyes all peering up at me. I imagined them enthralled by the display. I imagined some were hurrying past in disgust. I felt these imaginary eyes on me. Heat filled my chest, my neck, and my face. My brother's fingers came around me to lift my breasts, as if weighing them in his hands. He lightly pinched at the nipples. I sucked in my breath. I could tell he was only using his forefinger and thumb to keep as much of my breasts exposed as possible.

His fingers trailed slowly down to my pussy. He opened my labia, and I felt cool air circulate around my clit. He sank two fingers lower and exposed my inner lips and the hole to the world. He turned me around, and bent me forward, to the chair. My arms were to remain straight, and he turned my ass to the window. He crawled down under my belly, and his tongue caressed my pussy softly. His hands reached around and pulled my cheeks apart. He wanted to expose my anus to the world, too. Then he plunged a finger into my pussy several times. I felt the intermingled pain and pleasure in my belly, my entire sex, and in my weakening knees. The finger moved from my pussy to my asshole. He held the flesh open, and pushed his finger into me deeply. One of his hands left my ass, and moved up to my breasts. He caressed the soft flesh that hung down like pendulums, as his mouth worked expertly on my pussy. I could no longer hold myself back. A small orgasm broke over my flesh. I thought I would fall to the floor as the spasms took hold of me. Drew grabbed me as I swooned, though. The position had not allowed me a full release. I wanted even more after the first orgasm ended quickly.

My brother's naked body soon directed me to lean back over the chair. He spread my legs, and stood there, swirling his cock around my pussy and my anus, until it found its way inside my pussy. My body felt him nearing the edge of a quick orgasm of his own. He lost control and warmth spilled into me. He fell over on me. We laid in an upside down spoon position for a moment or two.

He whispered, "I'm not ashamed of you. I want you to be sure about that. I just showed to the world how I feel about you, in a very tangible way. What I feel goes much further than that, but this is a message anyone who was passing by would understand."

He took off the blindfold. He stood up and shut the curtains. He was soon ready for another round. I thought I would die without it. He sat me in the chair. He pulled my hips to the very edge. He stood before me, and smiled the evilly delicious smile. He pushed my legs apart, and his cock filled me quickly. I strained my muscles, and tightened my pussy around him. He groaned loudly.

"Oh god, that's delicious. Whatever it is you're doing, it feels just like that first time." His eyes wouldn't leave mine.

I curled my back and pressed myself up to force him into me deeper and harder. He hit the right spot, over and over. My mind and my body were completely attuned to his. The waves of our climax broke and we both let out something very like a scream and yet more like a whine. I thought my body would float on the waves of the orgasm all night long. Finally, it subsided, though. His thrusts relaxed and finally he pulled out of me. We headed for the bed, and curled up together, entwinded like thorny vines. His hands continued to caress me and I stroked his thigh behind me.

"I love you, Alexandra. You're my only love, my sister. You are the only one who makes me feel like this. You are mine. Promise me, now, no one else will ever have you."

"There is no one else I want. No one."

I hushed him after this, by turning toward him and kissing him. We slept for an hour or two, then woke and ordered chocolate mousse to be sent up. I didn't want to get in the car and go home. I wanted this feeling of honeymooning to last forever. I didn't want to go back to pretending he was just my poor, big brother who couldn't get his life together after his divorce. I didn't want to keep up the lies. I had to keep them up, though. I never wanted to lose him, and if the only way I could have him was in secrecy, I was willing to douse my hunger for more over and over to keep him just as he was.

We did get into the car again, though. We went back home, and no one was the wiser for all of our exhibitionism and public affection. We had our separate lives, but we also remained closer than brother and sister were supposed to in our world. I hated the rest of the world for its ignorance. I ignored the world as much as possible. I waited in silent misery for the moments when his words would be for me, and his body would respond to me. Anytime it faded, there would be more powerful desire to follow on the heels of the lull. The cycle never ended. It was more intense, and the secret remained in tact because of the intensity.

Out Of Town



It had been a long day of work and I was out of town once again. It had seemed that I had been away forever. I arrived at the hotel, got to my room and immediately went to the refrigerator to make myself a cocktail. I had been out of town a lot recently and hadn't had much time with Vivian. I saw her last night for the first time in two weeks but had to go back out on the road this morning. After pouring myself a drink, I went back and opened up my bag to get ready for bed. Right on top of all my clothes was the sexy pair of black panties Vivian had worn the night before.

Vivian always had a mischievous side to her and this wasn't the first time that she had done something like this for me. I picked them up and brought them to my nose hoping that I would be able to smell her sweetness; they were still wet from the night before. The smell from her panties brought me back.

Vivian had come over last night; we shared a few glasses of wine and a simple dinner that I made. It wasn't long until our clothes came off. We made love for hours. I missed her...a lot. We hadn't seen each other much lately with our busy schedules. My cock was so hard just from the smell of her. As I pressed her panties to my face again and inhaled her sweet smell there was a knock on the door.

"Room Service," the voice on the other side said.

Startled, I quickly set down the panties and went to the door. I hadn't

ordered anything so I was a bit confused. I opened up the door slightly and peeked out.

"I didn't order anything," I said.

"We received an order for this room to be delivered upon your arrival. The order came in from someone named Vivian," the bellboy said as he wheeled the cart into my room and left as abruptly as he had entered. 

There was a note attached to the platter: 

"Thanks again so much for dinner last night; it was great. I wish that I could cook for you tonight but, as you know, you are far away. Enjoy. Love Vivian

PS You were amazing last night. Check your bag--I left you a little

something to remember me by... I wish I could be with you, I didn't get enough last night!."

I smiled, remembering her wet panties.

I took the cover off the platter and found a big tuna steak on a bed of greens. Fresh strawberries accompanied by a chocolate fondue served as my dessert. It isn't often that you find someone as great as Vivian. She was amazing.

After eating dinner and a few of the strawberries, I showered quickly and slipped the white terry robe that hung in the bathroom over my wet body. I sat on my bed and picked up her panties again. My cock grew hard in an instant. As I began stroking my hard cock with the silky panties, my phone rang. 

"Hello," I answered. 

"Hey sweetheart, did you get my present?" Vivian asked. 

I replied "Which one?"

"Mmmm, both of them." She sighed 

"Yes, I got both of them. Baby I am so lucky to have a girl like you. I just wish that you could be here. They brought up so much food tonight and I hate to waste it." A moan escaped my lungs," Ahhh, baby! I have been really hard ever since I opened my bag and your smell filled the air. You were incredible last night. When did you slip these in my bag?"

"What are you doing? Did I catch you at a bad time?" Vivian teased.

"No! You caught me at the perfect time. I am just sitting here rubbing my cock with your silky panties; my cock is so hard right now. Your panties smell so good," I said raising the panties to my face again and inhaling. "I just wish that it could be your pussy pushed over my nose and mouth instead of these panties." 

"So you like your little present, baby?" She asked.

"Yes, it's amazing. I wish that you were here right now to see me stroking my hard cock with your panties."

At this time there was another knock on the door. I jumped, startled. "Vivian, someone's at the door. Did you order anything more for me?" I asked.

"Maybe," she replied mysteriously, "Have you opened the door?" 

"No, not yet," I replied. " I have to put away my cock first baby," I smiled as I tucked myself away and walked toward the door.

I opened the door full of curiosity and excitement, not knowing what I'd find but knowing Vivian had something to do with it. I looked out

and found no one, I looked right and left down the hall and no one was in site.

On the doorstep was a chilled bottle of Cava. As I knelt down and picked up the bottle, at this moment someone stepped into the hall. I looked and saw her long legs coming toward me.

My breathing and my desire deepened. I continued to kneel as I watched her walk toward me, the click of her high heels the only sound above my breathing.

Vivian stopped and stood over me, I ran my hands up her legs and smiled up at her. 

"Hello, darling," she greeted.

Her jacket fell just above her knees and was cinched tightly around her small waist. I wanted to rip open her jacket right then when she asked, 

"Are you going to invite me in?" 

I stood up with the Cava in one hand and pulled her into the room after me with the other. As she closed the door, I pulled her close and wrapped her in my arms. She pressed her body close to mine as our lips met and we kissed. Our tongues and lips danced together; my cock rose to meet her. 

"Mmmmm," she sighed holding my head in her hands and moving her tongue and lips down my neck.

"Would you like a drink my lover?" I asked as she nibbled my ear. 

"Yes," she replied, releasing my head and stepping back.

I went to the bar and retrieved two glasses as Vivian uncorked the bottle. 

"Jack, I hope I'm not intruding. My job tomorrow was canceled so I decided to surprise you," Vivian said tentatively as she filled the glasses. 

"You could never be an intrusion my love," I assured her. "I can't tell you how much I wanted to be with you tonight."

"Cin cin!" Vivian toasted as we raised our glasses. 

We savored the taste of our Cava as we savored the sight of each other. Vivian sat across from me on the bed, her long and beautiful legs stretched out before me as we drank. I slipped off one of her heels and threw it to the floor. And started rubbing her foot. She brought her pointed foot to my face, her silky stockings felt cool and soft on my face. I cradled

her foot in my hand and began to kiss her. 

I started with her toes and moved my lips along the sole of her foot, she began to wriggle a bit as I increased the pressure of my lips. I could hear her breathing as it grew heavier; I lay her kissed foot in my lap and removed her other shoe. As I brought her second foot to my mouth, Vivian leaned her body back and began stroking my hard cock with her other foot. I crawled off the bed and knelt on the floor pulling Vivian toward me a bit so that her feet rested on my shoulders. I nibbled and licked her ankles and feet a bit more, she unfastened her jacket. First she released the belt then, as she held my gaze, she began to unbutton starting at her neck and moving down. She let her knees fall one to each side, her thighs now two

paths leading to her secret garden. I gazed with delight wanting to

dive but she pressed me back with her feet still on my shoulders. 

As she opened her coat, she revealed her black lace corset.

"Ahhh," I moaned, enjoying my view. 

Vivian's corset held up her silky stockings and spilled her breasts over the top. Vivian wore no panties tonight and though she continued to press me away with her feet, I crawled between her legs and began licking the soft flesh of her inner thighs. 

"Ahhh, MMmmm," Vivian moaned lightly as she shimmied the rest of the way out of her jacket.

She lifted her hips slightly wanting me to lick her cunt but I resisted and continued to lick, kiss, and nibble all around only breathing heavily on her cunt..

"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhhh," she breathed, rotating her hips.

"Baby," she pleaded grabbing two handfuls of my hair in her hands and pressing my face down. 

I greeted her pussy lips with my tongue and gave her what she wanted.

Her Cunt was dripping wet and she wrapped her stocking clad legs around my head and pulled my face deeper into her sopping wet pussy. She moaned loudly as I lapped up her abundantly sweet juices. She had just recently shaved and her lips were smooth and soft; she tasted exquisite. She reached her hands down and stroked my hair suddenly grasping and pulling me closer and closer to her, her feet helping pull me in. My face was covered with her juices. 

"Oh my god baby! You lick me so well. Your tongue feels so great licking my wet folds." My only response was to keep licking her so she squirmed with excitement. 

"Baby, I need that hot hard cock inside of me now," she said as she released her grasp on my head.

I climbed up her body licking and kissing as I went. I stopped around her breast and slowly took he breast in my mouth. This didn't last long as she pulled me up to her lips and kissed me. She reached between us and spread open my robe, slipping it off my shoulders. I lifted my body slightly and threw the robe aside before kissing her again.

"I cannot believe how wet your face is baby...ohhhh!" she exclaimed as my cock slowly entered her. 

Her stockinged legs felt great as they wrapped around mine and my cock filled her completely. Slowly we began rhythmically thrusting our bodies. With my cock filling her sopping wet pussy with every inch, it wasn't long until she was screaming with pleasure.

"Oh god Jack, fill me up with that long hard cock of yours. You are so deep inside me. I want you to fill me up with you cum." She screamed.

"You really know how to turn me on Viv. You look so fucking hot!" I whispered in her ear before gently grabbing her lobe with my teeth and pulling her closer to me.

Moving my hands down her back, I grabbed her ass and she let out a moan as she spread her legs further apart. I could feel my cock diving

deeper into her wetness.

"Oh my god baby I am so wet right now. Your cock feels so good

and so deep. "

At this moment I pulled my cock out.

"Where are you going baby?" Vivian sighed as I moved my head down between her legs. I love tasting Vivian after my cock has been inside her pussy. She tastes different and I just can't get enough. Soon she grabbed my hands and rolled over on top of me pinning me down and pushing her pussy onto my face.

As I continued licking her I felt her moving around a little bit more that usual. When she finally lifted her pussy off my mouth she grabbed my hands a moved them above my head. She took my wrists and tied them to the bedpost with her stockings.

"Vivian!" I exclaimed slightly surprised by what was happening.

I had never seen her like this she was taking control of me and I was excited in this newfound side of her. I was wanting to fill her with my cum immediately.

"Sit on my cock baby, I need to be inside you, my cock is about ready to burst" I pleaded. 

Vivian looked down at me, her pussy hovering above my face but just out of my tongue's reach. 

She smirked slightly and shook her head no, "Not yet baby. You will have to wait." 

As she tightened the stockings around my wrists. Making sure I was tied tightly to the bed, she moved down a bit so that she straddled my chest and began gently stroking her clit. She rocked her hips all around with her fingers pressed to her clit and pussy lips, pleasuring herself as I craned my neck to watch. I desperately wanted to lick her cunt and fill her full of my cock at the same time.

"Baby, you are fucking hot! I want to fill you full of my cum," I told her as she continued gyrating over me. 

My words encouraged her and she looked down at me as she pressed a finger deep into her wet pussy and pressed down onto my chest. I could feel her wetness on my chest and I lift up into her.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," Vivian breathed as she held my gaze.

I could see that she was going to come soon. 

"Come for me baby. Let me feel you come. I want to lap your sweet juice," I encouraged her. 

She continued moaning and then she finished, "Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhh! Mmmm, Ahmmmm." 

She lifted her body and turned around, she was now kneeling next to me, her ass near my face. She bent forward and took my cock into her mouth and pressed one hand between my thighs. 

As she licked, sucked, and kissed my cock from the tip to the shaft, I pleaded again with her, "Let me lick you Vivian. I can smell your sweet perfume and I want a taste." 

Vivian continued to mouth my cock as she moved her pussy over my face. My wrists were still held fast with her stockings so I could not pull her down closer and she was taking her time. When she finally lowered herself close enough, I licked and sucked her sweet juice. Vivian brought me to the edge once more and just as I felt that I could release she lifted her ass and released my cock. I could only moan. She turned quickly and lowered her whole body onto mine. Our lips met as she let my cock into her open and ready pussy. 

"Jack, come with me. Come with me baby," she moaned. 

I could feel her hot cunt pulsing as she pulled me deeper and we thrust our pelvises in synch. 

"I'm close baby," I moaned. "Keep fucking me Vivian. Oh! I love how you ride my cock."

"I'm coming Jack! I'm coming!" she screamed as I exploded inside her.

We lay together, only able to breath for several minutes. My

attentive soldier slipped slowly out of Vivian, at ease once again.

Vivian reached down and put her hand between her legs, feeling our

sex. 

"Mmmm," she sighed bringing her hand to her mouth and tasting.

"Are you going to untie me love?" I asked as she rested her head on my chest.

"Mmmm," she responded reaching down between her legs for more.

This time she brought her hand to my face. I wasn't sure what she had in mind but I opened my mouth welcoming our sex. She tasted and smelled quite different with my cum inside her. I had never tasted my cum before let alone our sex. 

"You like that baby?" she asked. All I could do was moan "You want more?" she asked lifting her body again.

Before I could answer Vivian moved to straddle my head. She slowly

lowered her dripping pussy down onto my face once again. I turned my

head and bit at her inner thigh not sure if I was ready to dive in to her well-sexed pussy. She continued to press down and I turned my head

to the other side and bit at her other thigh. Her moaning grew again

and filled me with desire. 

Before I realized what I was doing, my tongue lapped over her pussy lips and her clit. Her moans continued and I lapped and sucked at her pussy wanting to taste us together now more than ever. It wasn't long until my cock sprang to attention again. 



Out of Town



I am a manager at a local manufacturing firm and spend most days at the factory, working in the office or walking round the shop floor. I enjoy the work but often wish I could get out more and meet different people. I was therefore delighted when my boss suggested I might go to London to meet some customers and visit their factory. It would involve spending a night in a hotel, something I rarely got the chance to do.

My wife was not too happy about me staying away but I assured her it was only for two nights and I would keep in touch by phone. I found a hotel near the factory and made the reservation. On the day I was due to go I packed my best suit, hopefully to impress the customer, and then packed all the other things I thought I would need and set off for the station.

I arrived in the late afternoon and checked into the hotel and decided to eat in the restaurant. There was a reasonable looking bar there so I thought it would be easier to stay in for the evening. I wasn't sure about the dress code so I wore a dark shirt and tie and suit trousers without the jacket for dinner. There were several other guys eating on their own and, during the meal I had a good look around at my fellow diners. 

What I have not said so far is that, although I am happily married, I am bisexual and so I like to seize these rare opportunities to see if I can meet up with another guy. There were one or two good looking men in the room and I made sure I made eye contact and smiled when the chance came. After dinner I went into the bar. There were a few stools at the bar so I decided to sit on one of them hoping to be able to make conversation with other guys who came up to order.

Another thing I usually do in these circumstances is make sure a some of the waistband of my white briefs is showing over the top of my trousers. I always tuck my shirt in my briefs and I have found on occasions that this has aroused interest and led to other things! After a couple of guys had been to the bar but then gone and sat elsewhere one of the guys I had seen at dinner came in. He was wearing a white shirt and dark trousers and no tie. He was slim, dark haired, worn quite long, and probably in his 30's. 

I smiled as he came to the bar and ordered and he said hello and we got chatting about what we were doing in London, where we came from etc. I thought I noticed him clocking my waistband but couldn't be sure. He seemed happy to carry on chatting and we bought more drinks and generally enjoyed each other's company. After a while he excused himself and went to the loo and when he came back I noticed, to my amazement, that the waistband of his black underwear was showing. For some reason this always makes me horny and I felt my cock starting to harden inside my trousers. I tried to look and see if he was bulging but it wasn't easy to see. I think he must have noticed because he looked straight at my bulge and smiled. Then he moved his seating position so that I could see a very definite outline of something pushing against the front of his trousers.

I decided that it was definitely time to make a move so I said that I couldn't help noticing he tucked his shirt in his underwear , like I did. I said something about it being fairly unusual and he replied that he didn't do it very often – his wife didn't like it – but that he liked the feel of the shirt tucked in so he did it whenever he could. I asked him what sort of underwear he liked and he said that he normally wore briefs or boxer briefs. I said that I usually wore briefs, sometimes bikini and sometimes yfronts or midis. I so rarely got the chance to talk to another guy about underwear, and especially tucking, that I was getting really horny.

Suddenly my new found friend, Ian was his name, said he hoped he wasn't being too pushy, but he had quite a few pairs of undies in his bedroom drawer and he'd enjoy showing them to me if I would like to go up. I tried not to sound too keen but accepted and we went up in the lift to his room which turned out to be quite close to mine. He made some coffee and then showed my his drawer which had a selection of black, white and some coloured briefs and boxer briefs of a variety of makes. I asked why he had brought so many with him and he said he just enjoyed having them there to look at and handle, and to wear, of course! 

I asked what he was wearing right now, although I had already seen the waistband and his brief line when he bent over to make the coffee. He said they were CK briefs, and then said, well why don't I show you. Without waiting for an answer he quickly took off his shoes and undid his trousers and gently took them off. The black CKs were bulging well and I could see the outline of his cock pointing upwards. The other advantage of the shirt being tucked in is that you get a full view! I told him that they looked very nice and offered to show him mine which he immediately accepted.

I had a dark red shirt on tucked into white sloggi midi briefs and he said how much he liked contrasting shirts and briefs. I was so horny by this time that there was a small amount of precum showing on the briefs. He said how great it was to be away from home and enjoy being with another guy in our briefs. He had a friend he saw sometimes who indulged him but all he really wanted was sex. 'And did he get it?' I asked. 'Oh yes' he said, and smiled that gorgeous smile that had attracted me to him right at the start. He asked if I got to meet many guys and I said it was difficult being married and stuck in the same town most of the time. It was a long time since I had met anyone and that was the last time I had been away with my job.

By now we had both made it clear what we wanted and I moved closer to him and took him slowly in my arms. We kissed gently and rubbed our bulges against each other. It felt so good and my hands moved down and stroked his waistband and the fabric of the briefs as we pulled each other close. Then he pulled away for a moment and dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands felt all over my briefs, lingering on the damp patch of precum and then tenderly stroking the outline of my cock as it pushed against the cotton. And then he leant forward and did the same with his lips and his tongue. I was in ecstasy and trying hard not to cum – I didn't want it to stop. I moved back and pulled him up, kissing him again to share the taste of my damp briefs. Then I whispered in his ear 'Can I do the same for you?' He quickly said 'oh yes please' and I went down on him, savouring those black Calvins, waistband, cotton and most of all the beautiful bulge which seemed to have grown even bigger.

Ian was moaning with obvious pleasure as I took the bulging manhood into my mouth through the briefs. ' Suck me, suck me,' he moaned, as I gently eased the uncut cock out of the leg of the briefs and kissed and licked it. Then I moved in closer and took it into my mouth and gently started to suck the throbbing prick, savouring it's juices and trying to give Ian the pleasure he wanted. It was obviously working because he suddenly shouted, 'Hell, I'm gonna cum' and as I pulled away slightly thick creamy cum shot into my mouth and on to my face. I used my tongue to lick his cock till it was clean and then Ian pulled me up and kissed me so we shared the cum in my mouth and on my face.

By this time I was desperate to shoot my own load and Ian said 'Fuck me, please'. I had only ever fucked a guy twice before so I was really nervous, but he quickly went and bent over the table, lowered his briefs and showed my his waiting hole. I pulled my cock and balls out of the leg of my briefs, soaking wet on the end with precum. I used it to lube him with my finger, and then slowly pushed my 6 inches between his cheeks. It slid in much more easily than I had imagined – other guys had clearly been there before – and I started to pump him. 'Oh fuck yes' he cried out and I pushed harder till my briefs rubbed against him as I pushed right inside. I was so excited it took only a few thrusts before I knew I was going to shoot. I yelled – 'I'm cumming, baby' and then out it came, hot creamy spunk, shooting into his mancunt. I kept pumping away till I was sure I was sure I had finished and then slowly pulled out. 'That was fantastic, pity it couldn't have gone on longer' he said, and I assured him it was brilliant for me too and I was still a bit inexperienced. He reassured me it would get even better and then pulled his briefs back up, carefully tucking his shirt in, and we lay on the bed in each other's arms, kissing and looking at the cold coffee in the cups that he had made earlier. 'Would you like some more?' he asked, but I said that I was happy just lying there with him. 

I realised I hadn't asked how long he was staying and was so relieved when he confirmed that he was here the next night too. I had a great day with my customers and, well, as you can imagine, I had another great night too. How can I get away more often?



Out Of Town...



I sat on the couch typing frantically on my laptop, preparing a document for the project I was working on, wanting to be done with it, so maybe I could get back home early the next day. I heard a knock at the door, and started to ignore it, I couldn't think of anyone who knew me in town, and I was busy, but I needed a break, so I put my laptop down beside me, and stood. Stretching languidly, I walked to the door and looked through the peep hole. Instantly, I was awake and smiling. I went to yank the door open, only to find the chain latch still fastened. He laughed at me as I slammed the door back to unlatch the chain and swing the door back open. 

"Do you always open the door for strange men?"

"No, only you. Besides, I looked first."

"Good girl," he said as he backed me up step by step until my knees hit the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing here?"

"What does it look like I'm doing," he asked as he ran his hands from my hips under my shirt to my waist. He threw me backwards onto the bed and followed me there, pinning me with his body.

"No, why are you here? What are you doing here, instead of home? Why... aaaahhh, oh, wow."

"That's what I wanted to hear." He skimmed his hands up my sides, pulling my shirt up and over my head. I'd already dressed for bed or comfort while I worked, so I had no bra on underneath. He dipped his head and flicked his tongue quickly across my nipple until my back arched off of the bed. My fingers tangled in his hair as I tried to pull him closer to me. Moving back down my body, he pulled my yoga pants off and ran his fingers lightly down my legs 'till he got to my feet. He massaged my feet, kneading first one foot, then another. He kissed the bottom of my foot, and then lightly bit the side of my foot. I writhed on the bed, wanting more, more than the teasing bites, the teasing kisses. 

"Enough!"

"What?"

"Enough, that's enough, get over here and fuck me."

"Not yet, I'm having too much fun." He slowly ran his fingers back up my legs as I lay there completely naked while he was completely dressed. I pulled his shirt from his jeans trying to pull it off as quickly as he had stripped me. "You want this off?" 

"Yes please, all of it, please, now."

"Alright," he said as he quickly kicked his jeans off and then he came back to me, kissing my stomach then back up to my nipples where he set about torturing me again. Just as I thought I could take no more, he pushed my legs farther apart and pushed his dick inside of me, stretching me, filling me. I screamed as the orgasm wracked my body. 

Just as quickly as he had entered me, he pulled back out of me. He moved closer to me, "You made a mess, you should clean it up." 

"Really? I should?" I smiled as I moved towards him, licking my lips as I wrapped my hand around his dick. I opened my mouth and as I tasted him, I tasted myself on him. I sighed, enjoying the taste of me on him. I moved back and smiled up at him, only to have him push me back to the bed.

"That's enough," he said, hoarsely. 

"Mmmm, is it? Get you all hot and bothered?"

"You want to know what gets me hot, what really gets me hot?"

"Yes, please, you know I do."

He pushed back into me, my pussy tightened around him, squeezing him, welcoming the intrusion. "This," he whispered in my ear, "you, underneath me." The words alone had me falling into a million pieces, screaming my release. 

"Oh, oh wow," I sighed.

He moved me again, before I even had a chance to catch my breath, he was laying beneath me, and I couldn't find the strength to sit upright yet, I leaned over him, feeling his warm skin beneath me. "Is that all?" I asked.

"What else do you want?"

"More. I want more," I smiled as I sat up and began riding him. Harder, pushing him farther into me, pushing my clit down against his body as I pushed myself closer and closer to climax. I ran my hands up my body to tangle in my own hair as I rode him, smiling with the knowledge that in some small way, I made him as hot as he'd made me. Just as I was reaching the peak, just as I began to cum, I felt his hips move forward against mine, he grabbed my hips and pushed into me. He met me pulse for pulse as he came hard inside of me. 

Weak again, I collapsed onto his chest for a moment, then rolled off of him to the bed beside him. "Well, whatever you're doing here, I sure am glad you came."

"Well, you look like you've got a lot of work to do, maybe I should leave you to it."

"If you move right now, I'll be seriously pissed off."

He laughed as he moved beside my hopelessly exhausted, satisfied body. I felt him smile as I sighed, softly, "WOW"



Out of Town Birthday



I woke up this morning realizing that here I was out of town alone on my Birthday. I really wasn't quiet sure what I was going to do to celebrate. I was away on business by myself and didn't really think I'd miss having someone to celebrate. Just then the phone rang and it was my husband calling to wish me a Happy Birthday. I told him I only planned to hang out in my hotel room. That's when he told me not to waste my birthday by staying in, to go out and have some fun and do whatever I wanted. I said "whatever I want?" and he told me so long as I called him and let him know all the details to just cut loose and have some fun. So I decided that's just what I'd do.

I asked the girl at the front desk where the hot rock n roll clubs were around town. After writing them down I took a long bubble bath making sure everything was shaved and smooth for my night out. Then I dressed in my new turquoise mini dress with thigh high stockings and matching turquoise come fuck me pumps. Looking in the mirror I had to admire what I saw, not too bad at all, a tall voluptuous strawberry blonde looking back at me. This could very well turn out to be a very good birthday after all!!

I called a cab and after seeing how the driver was checking me out I knew I was looking pretty hot. I had him drop me at the club. It was around 10 o'clock and the place was hopping. I found a table close to the band, it was loud but the view of the band was really good. After a couple of drinks I noticed how hot the drummer was so I joined the other people on the dance floor. I caught the drummers eye a couple of times and decided to give him a seductive wink and inviting smile. The set was soon over so I went back to the table to get another drink but the waitress was already there with one for me. 

"From the drummer" she said. I smiled and told her to tell him thanks when a voice from behind me said "you're welcome". I look around and there was the drummer. He was much hotter up close. I ask him to join me for a drink and introduce myself, "I'm Dee", and he introduces himself as Dave. I asked Dave if he could join me for a drink while he's on break and he agreed. I told him about it being my birthday and how I didn't know anyone here since I was here on business. Dave told me what a shame it was that I had to be alone on my birthday and that he'd be more than happy to help me celebrate. I'm thinking how did I ever get this lucky. He is too hot. Just looking at him sitting next to me makes me squirm in my seat! He told me his break was over but he'd be back after the next set then kissed me. I thought I'd melt right there. His lips were so soft. Right then and there I made my plans for my present to me. I was taking him home with me for sure.

I danced the next set keeping my eyes on Dave. The more I drank the more seductive my dancing became. By the time the set ended Dave was back at my table telling me how hot my dancing was making him. I leaned over closer to him giving him a great view of my cleavage and kissed him very sensually. I could feel his hands covering my arms brushing slightly against my breast. Oh were my nipples ever getting hard. I wasn't sure I'd make it till the end of the night. I wanted him right then and there. I felt his hands slide down to my thighs. He could hear the tiny moans of pleasure as we explored each others mouths with our tongues. He slid his hand half way up my thigh, I'm sure he could feel the heat exuding from between my legs. By this point I was so excited I thought I'd explode right there. Then suddenly he stopped. It was time for the last set of the night. I didn't know whether to be disappointed because he stopped or more excited because we were closer to the end of his "work" night. 

As soon as the set ended Dave grabbed my hand and we left. I told him where the hotel was and we were there in no time at all. I could hardly keep my hands off him in the elevator. He was kissing me so deep with his hands running over my round ass. We soon reached my room. Which was a good thing since we were both so excited. Dave held me closer and kissed me with the softest lips and tongue. I ran my hands over his arms and chest, he was built sooo good. I really wanted him bad. Dave took my hand and lead me to the bed where he removed my dress leaving me standing in my stockings, bra, panties, and heels. Then I felt his hands over my breast caressing them, squeezing them. He then removed my bra and started to suck one then the other. His touch was so erotic. 

I could feel my nipples growing harder with each touch. I was moaning for Dave to not stop that it felt sooo good. I could feel the crotch of my panties getting wetter. Dave was pretty excited to by the looks of the huge bulge in his pants. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. It felt so big I just had to see it too, so I unzipped his pants to free it. There was no way I was disappointed by what I saw. 

But Dave wouldn't let me do anything else saying "It's your birthday, let me give you presents" as he laid me on the bed and removed my panties and shoes. Leaving the stockings on for now he started to kiss me again while caressing my breast pinching and rolling the nipples slightly. This was driving me wild, but his hand left my breast and started to move over my stomach to my mound where he proceeded to caress just the mound. 

Now this was really driving me crazy and getting me wetter. My legs were parting on there own wanting his hand to touch more. Dave started kissing my neck working his way down, sucking each nipple, then down my stomach to where his hand is. I could feel his hot breath right over my clit and it was driving me crazy wanting him to touch it. He took his hands and rubbed down between my lips parting them to place his tongue on my clit.

It was enough to make me almost explode right then and there. Well of course my legs parted further wanting more attention. I felt his fingers begin to explore my wet pussy. He dipped his fingers deep just as he sucked on my clit. Dipping his fingers in and out and sucking I thrust my hips to grind against his mouth as I knew I was cumming. I heard myself gasping Dave's name telling him not to stop please. Dave kept up with my orgasm till I laid still for a moment. Then he sat up and I could see all of my juices on his face. I wanted to taste him sooo bad now since he had my juices flowing I was really Hot!

Dave hurriedly removed his clothes and kissed me letting me taste myself on him. Then he laid back as I caressed this huge hard-on he had. He had a great looking cock. The tip was so smooth as I ran my tongue over it. I took his sac in my hand caressing it as I slid the tip of his cock in my mouth hearing him gasp. It almost doesn't fit in my mouth but I keep sliding my mouth down feeling him fill my mouth and throat. Finally I'm able to take it all in my mouth and slowly slide back up the shaft to the tip, which is now almost purple. 

I really can't stand much more I need this inside me now, so I straddle over it lowering myself down, being thankful I'm so wet or it would seem impossible to go in my tight pussy. I feel the tip slide between my lips and enter me. Gasping I continue to slide down on Dave's hard cock. It's hard not to cum just as he fills me quiet tightly. I lean over and kiss Dave hard as he starts to thrust slowly in and out of me grinding my clit against him as he pushes deep inside me. I squeezed his cock inside me as I start to cum hard on him. 

Waves of orgasms wash over me as I thrash up and down riding his cock harder and harder. Just as I explode all over his cock he pulls me off and rolls me over on all fours and pushes deep inside my now very wet pussy. Grabbing the cheeks of my ass as he thrust long deep slow strokes inside me. I feel his finger reaching around to touch my now very sensitive clit. This sends me shaking again just as I feel his finger on my tight little ass. Not sure of what he's going to do but at this point not caring, just wanting to be pleasured, I feel his finger push just inside my ass. This is a new feeling to me and about sends me over the edge with pleasure. I push my ass back wanting to feel it deeper and he pushes deeper while thrusting in and out of my hot wet pussy with his cock. 

This new sensation is more than I can take and start to scream with pleasure and the biggest orgasm of my life hits. I feel his cock start to throb as his thrust become stronger. We both explode together, feeling loads of hot cum sliding out of me. As Dave pulls out I collapse still shuddering from orgasm as he curls behind me caressing me I gasp a breathless thank you for a great birthday present. Needless to say we spent the rest of the night having the best sex of my life with a perfect stranger whom I know I may never see again. Or who knows maybe my business will bring me back more often.

I called my husband the next morning and told him I had a nice dinner alone and a drink at the bar then went to my room to bed. Why you're wondering I didn't tell him what happened? When I start doing a lot more business trips here I want him to stay home while I'm on "business". Otherwise I may not get so lucky again.



Out of Town Encounter



Whenever I travel I know I am going to be horny, and I may get to "stretch my arms" a little... explore my "darker side" that must stay hidden whenever I am home. I generally like the "usual porn". Occasionally, though, I may veer off the main stream a little and open my mind for more interesting attractions. 

One of the first things I do when I get settled into the hotel (as "settled in" as you can get at a hotel) I open the phone book and browse the local entertainment venues. Bars, nah. Night Clubs, nah. Adult book stores, maybe. Adult theaters, maybe. Strip clubs, maybe. 

This particular trip was about 2,500 miles from home, so I had plenty of room to stretch. I did find a great little strip club. The girls were real, and they were HOT! You know, none of those plastic surgery junkies. These girls were like the girls you wanted to fuck in school, and some you actually did fuck. 

The hotel I was staying at had a "hospitality hour" where they untapped the keg in the lobby for guests. I made the most of the hour, while flirting with the girl at the front desk. When the hour was up they unscrewed the lever (handle) off the tap, but I was more familiar, and more mischievous than they bargained for. I just went ahead and kept filling my cup. Nobody seemed to mind. 

Before the hour was up I had noticed this guy also hanging around the front desk. He had said he was waiting for his laundry. He had been at the hotel a while (hence having to do laundry) and had struck up a friendship with the target of my flirting. I was sure I would not get anywhere with the girl, but it was fun to flirt. 

During phone calls and interruptions the front desk girl had, this guy and I had talked. I was sure he was gay. I have a very keen sense ("gay-dar") which may be considered VERY unusual for a straight guy. I am NOT homophobic, but generally score about 90% on determining a guys orientation just from casual interaction. 

I found myself having many thoughts about this guy. "If he is gay, will he give me a blowjob?" "If he is gay, what would he do with a straight guy?" or "what would he let a straight guy do with him?" 

After plenty of beer and useless flirting with Miss Front Desk, I was going to head back to my room. I thought I'd throw caution to the wind (where my "3 sheets" were) and ask him if he wanted to continue our conversation in my room. Don't ask me what we had been talking about, I was not paying much attention to the talk. He accepted my invitation. 

On the way to my room, the talk did get personal. I asked him if he was gay, and he said, "Yes". He seemed surprised I figured it out. He also seemed surprised that if I had figured it out, why would I ask him back to my room? I told him I had been having a lot of thoughts about same sex encounters. I decided I was "Bi-Curious". He was satisfied, maybe even pleased, to hear that. 

We entered my room and sat and talked for a bit. He and I discussed what I was curious about. I wanted to know what a man's hand felt like on my hard cock. I wanted to know if a man REALLY does know how to give a blowjob better than a woman. And I wanted to know how a hard cock felt in my hand. I wasn't too sure about tasting a cock, but was not ruling that out. 

We chatted for a few more minutes and he asked if I would be comfortable taking my clothes off. I was nervous, but wanted to experience what I had been reading about and thinking about for years. He said how nice my body is, which surprised me. I could stand to work out, but he liked my looks. Once I was naked, exposed, nervous he did whatever he could to calm me. He asked if I would like him to touch me, and I said "Yes, I would like it very much". He suggested I lie down on the bed, to be more comfortable. He touched me and I jumped. Then I relaxed and enjoyed him lightly exploring my body. Not just going for my cock, but really getting to know my body. 

He stroked my legs, my thighs, lightly and quickly brushed my erection,then stroked my stomach. He continued up to my chest, and my nipples. When he did that I had to moan. It felt so wonderful to be the focus of someone's attention like that. He was there to please me. He did not seem to have any expectations, or hidden agendas. 

After a few minutes of getting familiar with the rest of my body his hand headed back down to the main attraction. You could see my cock throb as my heart beat so hard with anticipation. When he finally wrapped his warm hand around it, I nearly shouted out loud! He stroked me a few times, then I asked him to take his clothes off. He asked if I was sure, and I nodded. 

I watched him undress and was very eagerly anticipating seeing his cock. I had only been in the same room with another guy andhis hard cock once before, about 20 years earlier. When I saw it, I was very excited and wondering how far I would go with it. He got on the bed next to me and we just looked at each other's body for a couple minutes. He was letting me get used to being naked, in a sexual situation with a man. When he touched me again I did not jump. I moaned and he liked that. I lay there and let him touch me for a bit, then I could not hold back any more. I had to touch his cock. 

When I touched it, he moaned. I was very impressed at how warm and soft it was, yet how powerful it felt in my hand. It was similar in shape and size to mine, but felt so very different than my own. My head was really spinning now. It was not the alcohol, but it was the excitement. The pure sexual lust and desire that comes with an anonymous sexual encounter. We stroked each other for a while. I did not really look at his face much, just concentrated on his body. It's not that I was embarassed, or did not want to be there, I just wanted to know more about his body. We did look at each other, but hardly said a word. It was very peaceful and enjoyable. 

Finally, we went to the next step... he had stroked me and finally bent down and slowly took my cock in his mouth. I could not think and could not move. I never remembered a woman's mouth feeling that good! He teased my cock, but very deliberately, not just to tease. He was really admiring it, and actually seemed as if he was worshipping it. He took me right to the edge of cumming when I had to do something. I sat up and he stopped. He looked at me with a concerned look and asked if I was alright? I said I have never felt better. I wanted him to move around so my face could be closer to his cock while he sucked me. This also gave me a moment to regroup and recover from being so close to cumming. 

We got arranged on the bed so each of our faces was at "target level". Instead of going right back to sucking me, he touched me and fondled me. This was very nice. Although this was a very deliberate sexual encounter, he made it seem more warm and not so "fuck 'em and forget 'em". While he was stroking me and exploring me I was reciprocating. I was enjoying his body and enjoying him explore my body. He began sucking me again, and I had to pause for a minute while he made my whole feel like it was one huge cock. Every bit of me was nerve and every bit was being sucked by him. 

Well, I finally decided to do it. I moved my head closer to his erection and watched it as I held my tongue out to touch the tip. That was it! I had taken the plunge! I licked a little more of it with each stroke of my tongue. After a few licks I placed my lips around the head. This got a very pleasant reaction from him. He groaned and moved his hips toward my face. I really took my time getting to know this cock. Each time I placed my lips around it, I took a little more in to my mouth. I was struggling with wanting to just suck it hard and fast. I was very patient and tried to be as good to him as he was to me. 

Eventually I took the whole thing (well, as much as I could) in to my mouth. When I finally got my mouth full, I held it there for a moment and savored the moment, as well as the flavor. Salty, warm, soft, hard. My mind was going a thousand miles an hour. An hour earlier I had been eyeing the girl at the front desk, and now I was sucking a stranger's cock! I was very proud and very impressed with myself. As much as I wanted to, I did not cum. I have never had great control of that, but tonight I had full control. And I was going to make the most of it. 

After a while of great mutual sucking we took a little break and lay there next to each other. This time not as much sexual, but more sensual. Enjoying the feelings we were experiencing. Rather than go back to sucking, he said he wanted me to do something else for him. He wanted me to jack off for him! I had always wanted to jack off in front of people! Women, men, one, one hundred... I didn't care, I just wanted someone to see me doing what I like to do. 

This was a great turn on for me. In the past, when I was in a hotel room higher than the second floor I would leave the drapes open and walk around naked, usually being lead by my hard on. I would stroke it for a while, then walk around and stroke it some more. I always imagined someone really getting off watching me. I knew I was getting off doing it! 

He moved up on the bed a little bit and laid on his right side. I sat up a bit and moved so I could lay back against him. I am a right-handed stroker, so the position I was in allowed me to stroke myself with my right hand and stroke him with my left. A cock for each hand! I could not believe what I was doing, and how much I was enjoying it. Well, I could almost believe how much I enjoyed it because I had had fantasies about encounters close to this. This went beyond what I ever could have fantasized, or could have hoped for. 

As I stroked both cocks he "helped me" with a little of each. It was an unbelievable feeling having a hard cock in each hand. As I got closer to cumming, I focused more on myself than on him. He realized that and he played with his own and would occasionally run his hand up and down my shaft along with my hand. Soon I had my head back, eyes closed and I was moaning at the pleasure I was getting and overjoyed at how erotic the situation was. My pace quickened, along with my heartbeat. My stomach muscles tightened. My breathing was getting as hard as my cock. Oohhhh, I'm going to cum... He touched me lightly and moaned his approval and encouragement. He was great the way he knew what I needed. I did not need anyone to spoil the moment, just quietly let me know they were enjoying this as much as I was. 

As I sprayed my load most of it landed on me, but a little landed on him. After a brief rest and recovery, we moved a bit and he gently licked my cum off me and said it tasted like the very first time he remembered tasting cum. That was a great memory for him, and a comment that will stay with me for a very long time. Having been one to eat my own cum before, I licked my own off of him, which was new for me. It somehow tastes so different when it is licked off another body versus licking it out of your own hand. 

Shortly after that he said he had to go. It was late and he had to be up early in the morning. He also said he did not want to overwhelm me my first time. We did not get together again that trip. We exchanged some emails, but never were able to arrange another encounter. 



Out of Town Hotel Excitement



A lot of the stories submitted as erotic literature are just that: stories - as in fictional accounts of fantasy born of creative minds. This tale, however, is an actual account of an encounter I had last June. It is told from what I remember, and from a 1st person point of view, as I attempt to capture the feeling and exciting sexuality of the affair. I hope you all enjoy!

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My...ummm I don't even know what to call him. My lover? The man I'm having an affair with? My boyfriend? Some guy I'm fucking? I have no clue...I've never really thought about it before. Regardless of his title, he rented us a hotel room out of town while he was away for training. I hadn't fucked him in over 2 months, and my pussy was dripping wet thinking about it. I had butterflies in my stomach each time a scenario ran through my head. I couldn't be more turned on by the fact that I was driving out of town to spend the whole night with him. I wanted to go out, I wanted to buy new toys, I wanted to get drunk and have him pound me hard.

I parked at the back of the hotel beside his car and knocked on the patio door. I was so excited and turned on that I was shaking. I saw him look over, smile, and make his way to unlock the door. I stepped inside and put my purse down. He was looking at me, smiling. I wanted to fuck him right then and there. I didn't care that my stuff was still in the truck, I didn't care that the door and curtains were wide open. I wanted to back him up against the bed, strip my clothes off and feel him inside my pussy. 

He was drinking a beer and asked me if I would like one. I told him that after the long drive, I would love a beer. He closed the curtains and grabbed a beer out of the fridge. I took a big gulp, put my beer down, and turned to kiss him. He grabbed me tight, kissing me hard. He tilted my head back so he could kiss my neck. 

"You're so fucking sexy," he whispered. I backed him up against the bed, and pushed him down in front of me. Grabbing his face, I straddled his lap, hiking my skirt up to reveal my ass. His hands were all over my ass. Squeezing gently, he moaned as he kissed me. He leaned back, pulling me on top of him. I could feel his cock getting hard in his jeans. I rubbed my pussy against his crotch as his finger slipped inside me from behind. My pussy was so wet. 

I gasped and then smiled. "It's been too long. My pussy needs your cock," I told him playfully. I sat up and unbuttoned my shirt. He pulled my tank top off and cupped my tits. He sat up and kissed my cleavage, slowly licking the edge of where my bra sat. He wrapped his arms around my waist and stood up. Lifting me off his lap he turned and laid me down on the bed. I lifted my hips so he could yank my skirt off. In one smooth move my skirt and panties were on the floor. He gently parted my knees, and I could feel my pussy lips open. He stood back, slowly rubbing his cock through his jeans as he looked at my pussy. 

"You have an amazing pussy," he said. He dropped to his knees on the side of the bed and leaned in to taste me. I could hear him talking to me as my eyes rolled back and closed slowly: "Fuck, you taste good. Your pussy is so nice. I can't wait to fuck that sweet pussy of yours." 

He spread my legs wide open as his tongue pushed its way inside me. I could feel my juices dripping out of my pussy. He used one finger and shoved it inside me. One finger wasn't enough. He put a second finger inside me, stretching me slightly. I moaned, ready to cum because I was so turned on. He sucked my clit and licked my pussy up and down while gently fingering me. I reached down under my ass and spread myself open nice and wide. He sat back and watched as his fingers touched every inch of my pussy. His tongue found my clit and he circled it, flicking it every so often. I was arching my back, lifting my hips and moaning loudly. I wanted to scream out and cum so hard. 

I grabbed his head with both hands and held him in place as his tongue flicked my clit. I rocked my hips up and down, fucking his face. I could feel myself getting close, I desperately wanted to cum all over his face. I told him I was going to cum, to keep licking me like that. He rammed his fingers into my pussy hard and sucked my clit. My body tensed, and I screamed out loudly as I came hard. I held his face in my pussy for a few seconds as I waited for the throbbing to calm down. I relaxed and let go of him. I propped myself up on my elbows and let my head hang back. I was gasping for breath, pussy still throbbing. I looked up and saw him smile as he wiped his chin. I laughed and apologized for being so wet. 

"Don't say sorry," he said. "I fucking love how wet you get."

I swung my legs around and flipped over onto my belly reaching for him. He was still fully dressed which wasn't going to work for me. I licked the outside of his jeans, following the shape of his hard cock. I couldn't wait to see it, feel it, taste it. Sitting on my knees, I reached up and started unbuttoning his shirt. I ripped his shirt and t-shirt off and started fumbling with his belt. I undid his belt, button, and zipper and yanked his jeans down. I couldn't get to his cock quick enough. He was wearing black nylons, Holy fuck! I couldn't believe it. He was waiting for me in the hotel room, wearing nylons under his clothes. 

I looked up at him and smiled. "Well, this is a nice surprise" I told him as I leaned forward to kiss him. "That's so hot," I whispered into his mouth. 

I ran my hands down his chest and stomach and then to his nylon covered cock. He was so hard, it felt nice rubbing it through his smooth black nylons. He let out a gasp as I squeezed it before taking his jeans off all the way. I lay down on the bed again slowly licking his nylons. He stood in front of me, his head thrown back. I rubbed him and licked his cock until I could taste his wetness through his nylons. I got up on my knees, smiled a sexy little smile and pulled him on top of me. As I laid back he thrust his crotch between my legs. I could feel the nylons rubbing my pussy as he held me close. He didn't seem nervous to be exploring this fantasy with me. I was so horny, I couldn't believe he was doing this...finally. I rolled us over and sat straddling him. Reaching between my legs I rubbed him. I backed off and slowly lowered the waist of the nylons. His cock popped out, rocking back and forth, so hard for me. 

I missed sucking that cock. I wanted to taste all of him. I giggled as I took his cock in my mouth. He drew in a deep breath between clenched teeth. I know he loves when I suck his cock. He let out a moan telling me how good I feel and how much he missed this. I smiled to myself. I love taking him in my mouth. Holding the base of his cock tight with my hand, I slid my tongue around the tip. I was in no rush, I wanted to taste every inch of his cock. I could feel my pussy getting more wet as I slowly deepthroated him. He clenched his fists, grabbing the sheets beside my head as I slowly licked him up and down. 

"Holy fuck," he gasped. I smiled. I was driving him crazy and I was just getting started. I gently wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed lightly. I focused on the tip of his cock, making sure to suck every drop of precum out of him. I looked up at him to find he was watching me. I smiled, ran my teeth along his cock, and started twisting my hand just like he taught me. 

"Oh fuck," he moaned, "You're going to make me cum if you keep doing that." 

I pushed his cock to the back of my throat one last time before slowly sucking him. I stopped and circled his tip with my tongue a few more times before loosening my grip. I smiled as I pulled his nylons back up. As much as I wanted to taste that sweet load of his, I didn't want him to cum just yet. I rubbed his cock on the outside of his nylons. I thought this might hurt a little, but he assured me that it felt amazing.

Using the palm of my hand I slowly rubbed his whole cock. I could feel him so rock hard, I had to lick him through the nylons. I touched my tongue to the tip of his cock. He tasted so good. I pulled his cock forward just enough that I could wrap my lips around the tip. He let out a huge moan of approval and moved his hips so I would take more of his cock in my mouth. I pulled hard, making his cock stick straight out so I could put the whole thing in my mouth. My lips were wet, tongue licking the whole length of his smooth cock. I could feel the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat. 

"You feel so good," he mumbled as I took my time flicking, sucking, and licking him. This was so exciting. Knowing that he's never trusted anyone with this fantasy drove me crazy. I was beyond turned on. I loved everything about this. I held his cock tight as I gave him head. I was moving my hand up and down, squeezing gently, making sure not to make his cock raw with the nylons. He was soaked with precum, I could taste it on his tip. Moving my hand, twisting and jerking him off hard he told me he was going to cum. I wrapped my lips around him and let him fuck my face nice and hard until he exploded. 

I could feel his cum squeezing through the nylons, filling my mouth. Holy fuck this was hot. I sucked his cock, making sure to swallow every last bit of cum. His nylons were drenched, partly because of the cum that I was sucking through them, and partly because my mouth was so nice and wet. I can still hear the noise I was making while sucking every last drop. It was so dirty, so sexy.

He lay on the bed for a few minutes catching his breath. He couldn't believe I had given him head through his nylons. I smiled and said that I wanted to make sure we tried tons of new stuff tonight. 

"Let's go shopping," I suggested. 

I put on my black tank top, black shear blouse and my jeans. We walked into the adult store and started looking at the toys. I knew I wanted some new anal beads, but wasn't really sure what else. We looked around for a few minutes before the woman working asked if we needed help with anything. I told her we were great, just looking for something new. I looked at all the anal stuff, some of it quite shocking. 

I found larger beads and grabbed the package. "I need bigger ones," I told him. We looked around, touching and joking about all sorts of toys. I spotted a big black dildo and told him that I should give it a try since I've never been with a black man before. He showed me a fist and told me that this is how people end up in the hospital. Funny. We looked at several different vibrators and I decided on a purple one with multiple settings. I grabbed a bottle of lube and some batteries to go with it. I was so horny and couldn't wait to get back to the hotel to try it. 

The saleswoman was extremely friendly. I told her we have tons of fun with all our toys. I explained that I need a new vibrator because we wore out the last one. She mentioned several times how good looking my husband is, how it's nice to see a couple having fun looking through the toys. I laughed and agreed with her. I wonder what she would say if she knew that this was somebody else's husband? That my husband was at home. The thought made me smile, made this whole situation so fucking sexy. I looked over at him and couldn't tell if he was uncomfortable or not. This is something we hadn't discussed. Did it turn him on to be having an affair with me? To be cheating on his wife? To be fucking someone else's wife?

Supper was a blur. After a few more drinks all I wanted to do was climb across the table, rip his clothes off and ride him hard. The game was on the tv behind him, so he conveniently switched spots so he was sitting beside me. This was much better. He reached under the table and started rubbing my thigh. Fuck, why did I wear jeans? I should have definitely kept my skirt on. I would have loved to be sitting in the restaurant while he fingered my pussy under the table. I wouldn't have worn panties, or maybe I would have worn a tiny little thong that he could move to the side. I wonder if I could keep quiet if his fingers were in my pussy. I could picture him pretending to watch the game or making small talk while playing with my pussy under the table. Oh god! Could I follow him to the bathroom and fuck him in the stall? I wonder if the waitress would notice. I wanted him to pin me against the wall of the bathroom, cover my mouth with his hand and slide his cock in my pussy. Oh fuck, that would be so hot and so dangerous. 

We got back from supper and I was feeling pretty good. As I was making us drinks I could feel his hands rubbing and squeezing my ass. He turned me around and kissed me. He kissed my lips, neck, and made his way to the top of my shoulder. I moved backwards towards the bed, gently pulling him by the hand. I stopped at the side of the bed and reached up on my tippy toes so I was almost the same height as him. I kissed him hard, my tongue lingering on his lips. He put his hands on my hips and pulled me towards him. I undid my jeans and he pulled them off. I grabbed at his shirt, pulling it off of him and working to get his pants off. Standing up, I took off my shirt and made him lie down on the bed. I crawled beside him and slowly straddled his face. 

Leaning forward, I could see his cock getting harder. He was making it stand straight up, bouncing it up and down. I started slowly, licking him from his balls to the tip of his cock. I was using only my tongue. His tongue circled my clit and gently slid up and down on my pussy. I love being on top when we 69. I grabbed hold of his cock and jerked it off a little. He was covered in my spit which made stroking him nice and easy. Starting at the tip, I sucked him and licked him until I could feel him deep in my throat. I held him there for a few seconds, gently tapping the back of my throat until I gagged and gasped for air. He let me take one breath and then forced his cock back in my mouth. He was moaning as loudly as I was, loving everywhere my tongue touched him. 

His fingers were deep inside my pussy, coated with my pussy juices. I could feel the tip of his tongue flicking my clit as he fucked me with 2 fingers. I couldn't take it anymore, I was going to explode. Moving my hips back and forth on his face I could feel him swell in my mouth. 

"Fuck, I'm so close. Right there, keep licking me right there. Oh my God I'm gonna cum so hard."

I jerked him off so hard while I came. He immediately slowed his tongue down as I panted and moaned. One last little flick with his tongue made me scream out and move off his face. I let him watch my pussy throb for a few seconds as I lay breathing hard. I slowly closed my legs and opened my eyes to look at him. He was lying beside my pussy, gently stroking his cock, watching me. He smiled and asked if I was ok. I nodded and moaned as I reached out to touch his cock. I laid him back down and held his cock tight with both hands. He was so hard that I could jerk him off with 2 hands. 

Kneeling between his legs I moved to sit on his cock. He flipped me over on my back and slowly pushed his cock inside me. He pushed his cock until it was completely buried in my pussy. I could feel him deep inside me. Fuck his cock is big. He pulled out all the way and then gently entered me again. I closed my eyes, loving it. He took his time, pulling out all the way each time. I lifted my hips so he was perfectly aligned with my pussy. He grabbed my hips and slammed into me hard. I screamed out, it felt fucking amazing. I begged him to fuck me hard.

As if to tease me, he slowed down, each time ramming into my pussy nice and deep. Wrapping my legs around his back I locked my feet so he couldn't pull out all the way. I held him tightly with my legs, forcing him deep inside me. He leaned forward and kissed my neck. Loosening my lock on him, I opened my legs wide. He held my knees up towards my shoulders and watched as his cock fucked my pussy. He slid his tip up to rub my clit a few times before entering me again. I moaned loudly, desperately wanting to feel a huge hot load all over me. 

As if he were reading my mind, he started fucking me faster. Holding my knees in place, legs spread wide open he rammed his cock deep inside me 3 or 4 times. I felt him pull out just in time to cover my pussy in cum. His load was so big it dripped down the inside of my leg as I laid back, smiling. He collapsed on the bed beside me breathing hard. 

When I looked over at him his eyes were closed and all he said was, "What the fuck?" I laughed and asked him if that was ok. I love turning him on. I want him to fuck me like this all night.

I purposefully left my bag in the bathroom so I could change outfits. After I cleaned up I pulled a pair of nylons out of my bag and put them on. I didn't bother with panties, since they would only get in the way. I changed into my purple bra and put on my sheer robe.

He was making us drinks when I got back from the bathroom. I asked him if he wanted to go for a smoke with me. 

"You're going to go for a smoke dressed like that?" he asked. 

I opened my robe so he could see my bra and the fact that I wasn't wearing any panties. "Ya, why not?" I said, smiling. He laughed and shook his head. "Fine, I'll get dressed," I said as I put on my jean shorts over my nylons. I grabbed my blouse and put it on. "Better?" I asked innocently. 

I put on my knee high black boots and made my way to the patio door. I must have looked like a hooker. He followed me outside and lit our cigarettes. I asked him if he thought anyone was watching us. If he thought I could climb up on the hood of the car and spread my legs open for him. He laughed and said I was crazy. I don't know if he was unsure or not, maybe I looked like I was thinking about it, but for whatever reason he made sure to tell me that no, it wasn't a good idea.

Back in the hotel room I stripped out of my shirt and shorts, grabbed our drinks, and laid back against the headboard. I smiled at him as he crawled onto the bed. He positioned himself between my legs, bending my knees so he could lie on his stomach in front of my pussy. He traced the seam of my nylons with his finger. I moaned quietly as his fingers rubbed my pussy on the outside of my nylons. I could feel myself getting wet for him. I'm always so wet for him. I was trying desperately not to spill our drinks as he took his time tickling my inner thigh. I love when he uses his fingers. Rubbing me, tickling me, gently pushing them inside my pussy, I love everything. 

"I want to keep these nylons on for you. I want you to put yours back on so we'll both be wearing nylons." 

He looked up at me from between my legs and smiled. I'm not sure if he was nervous or shy, if so he didn't let on. He stood up and took his jeans off. I downed my drink and put his on the night table. He put his nylons back on and came back to bed.

This is so fucking hot. I know this is a huge fantasy of his, and I can't wait to fulfill it with him. I want to blow his mind. I want him to explore all his fantasies with me. I was so turned on and excited. He rolled onto his side and started rubbing my legs. 

"You're so hot," he told me. 

I smiled shyly. I flipped around so that I was facing him and could rub my feet on his chest. He grabbed my foot and started massaging it. I could see that he was hard so I gently started rubbing his cock with my feet. He closed his eyes and moaned. I leaned forward and pulled his cock out of his pants. 

Laying back, my legs on top of his thighs, I positioned his cock between the arches of my feet. Using my feet and watching his face, I started jerking him off. He drew in a deep breath as he held my feet in place and helped me move them up and down the length of his cock. He closed his eyes as he laid back loving the feeling of my nylon covered feet. I could feel my feet getting a little wet as I quickened my pace. 




Out of Town Hotel Excitement



"Oh that's so good. So fucking good," he whispered. "Yes, just like that," he said as he squeezed my feet together tightly. 

Watching him, I could see the tip of his cock was wet and shiny, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to lick it. His body tensed as he and I jerked his cock with my feet. Fuck this is hot. He kept telling me how amazing I was, how good it felt, and not to stop. 2 or 3 more seconds and he came hard, spraying a big load all over my feet and his chest. He let go of my feet and lay back on the bed, satisfied. 

"Wow..." was all he said as he caught his breath.

I smiled to myself. I love turning him on and making him cum. After a few minutes I reached over and rubbed my hand down his chest. He surprised me by rolling me over and climbing on top of me. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as he kissed my neck and chest. I was rubbing my feet up and down his legs, squirming underneath him. Oh my God this is hot. The nylons felt so smooth, so nice rubbing against each other. 

I couldn't wait any longer. "OK, stop teasing me and rip a hole in these so you can get to my pussy." 

Using the pen from the night table he ripped the crotch of my nylons, exposing my pussy. He laid me back and forced my legs apart so he could taste me. 

"Oh fuck that feel so good," I moaned as I threw my head back. 

I love the feeling of his hot tongue on my clit. He eats me so good, I could lay here for hours and let him lick my pussy. He reached up with his fingers and slowly put one inside me. I propped myself up on my elbows and glanced down at him. I love watching him eat me. He was watching me as his tongue tasted every inch of my pussy. He was driving me crazy flicking and sucking my clit. I could feel him put a second finger in my pussy, stretching me open. I laid back and grabbed at the sheets beside me. I knew he was going to make me cum if he kept flicking my clit like that. He quickened the pace, his fingers fucking my pussy a little harder. His tongue never left my clit. 

"Oh fuck, you feel so good. Yes, just like that. Eat my pussy just like that. Oh my God I'm cumming so fucking hard." 

I grabbed a pillow and muffled my screams as I came all over his fingers and face. I was panting, trying to catch my breath and begging him for more. I sat up and kissed him, tasting my pussy on his lips. I fumbled with the crotch of his nylons, tearing a huge hole so I could touch his cock. I love his cock. I love the feeling of it in my hands and in my mouth.

He was rock hard and my pussy was dripping. I needed to feel him inside me and told him so. He wasted no time flipping me over and pinning me down on my back, my hands held tightly above my head. I love when he takes control and is a little physical with me. I would never fight him off, I love that cock too much, but I do like putting up a little struggle. He's too strong for me; I could never squirm my way out of his hands when he's restraining me. He held both my hands in one of his hands and reached down to see how wet I was. He smiled approvingly as his finger slid easily into my wet pussy. I cried out loudly as he slowly entered me with one deep forceful thrust. 

He was looking down at me as he teased my pussy with the tip of his cock. With my hands above my head, all I could do was move my hips. I smiled up at him letting out soft moans as I impatiently waited for the deep thrusts that I love so much. I could feel the tip of his cock parting my lips before filling my pussy. I was begging for his entire length, I wanted to feel him as deep as he could be. I wanted every inch of his cock to stretch my pussy. He let go of my hands and leaned forward pinning me down with his weight. I was begging him to fuck me. I could feel him pulling out all the way and then ramming his cock back into me hard. Wrapping my legs around him I held him tight as he pounded me hard. 

We were chest to chest, no room for me to reach between my legs and play with my clit. The in and out motion of him fucking me was rubbing against my pussy in just the right way. I could feel an orgasm building. He was going to make me cum all over his big cock. I could feel his cock stretching me a little more each time he pushed himself inside. He was making me so wet that I could hear my pussy juices gushing all over his cock. 

"I'm so close to cumming. Keep fucking me. Fuck me harder. Yes, just like that. Oh my God I love your cock. I'm going to cum so hard. Oh my god I'm cumming. Fuck you feel so good." My pussy was throbbing, but I didn't want him to stop. He felt so amazing. "Keep fucking me," I begged. 

I wanted to feel him cum inside my pussy, it's so hot when he fills me with cum. I don't even let my husband cum inside my pussy; he's the only one I want filling me. 

"Fuck me until you cum. Oh fuck you feel so good. You fuck me so good. Fuck me harder, cum for me." 

He sat back, grabbed my hips and fucked me nice and hard. I immediately reached for my pussy so I could spread my lips open. I wanted him to look down and see how good his cock looked when he fucks me this hard. I couldn't resist rubbing my clit while he watched. I threw my head back, and arched my back as I reached yet another climax. I screamed out, cumming hard and my fingers slowed down. I looked up just in time to see him thrust himself hard into me over and over again as he exploded inside my pussy. His cock was buried deep inside me, his body tensing. 

He held my hips still and slid in and out of my pussy once or twice before sitting back on his heels, wiping his forehead, and whispering "Holy fuck that was amazing." 

I smiled and agreed. I don't know if cumming in me does anything for him, but holy fuck, it turns me on. I want him to cum in my pussy or my mouth all night long, every load inside me. Fuck, I love making him cum.

Crawling onto the bed beside him I rubbed his chest. He and I both were still wearing nylons which I thought to be incredibly hot. I wonder what other fantasies he's keeping from me? I slowly moved my leg against his, rubbing the nylons together. He smiled and told me I was crazy and was going to give him a heart attack. 

"I'm not even doing anything!" I protested. "I'm just lying here letting you catch your breath. It's not like I'm going to straddle you and force you to lick my pussy while I gently suck your cock until it's hard again," I said innocently. 

He laughed and grabbed me by the waist. He flipped me on top of him, 69 position and buried his tongue in my pussy. Oh wow. He's so fucking hot. I ran my hands down his thighs, rubbing his smooth nylons. His hands were doing the same on my legs and feet. I gently touched the tip of his cock with my tongue. I moaned and started sucking him. He tasted so fucking good. I was so turned on. I swirled my tongue around, twisting my hand as I gently increased the rhythm. He was growing, swelling in my mouth, and in no time, I was gagging as he pushed his whole cock down my throat. 

"Fuck you feel so good. You're so good at that," I could hear him saying as he drew in a deep breath. 

I spun around and positioned myself right above his cock. I lowered my pussy onto his cock and let out a little gasp as he filled me. God he feels so fucking good in my pussy. I was so turned on and knew that I wanted to ride him as hard as I could. He grabbed my hips as I moved back and forth. I increased my rhythm and was bouncing up and down on him within seconds. I could feel my ass bouncing as I fucked him. He reached back and with both hands held my ass as I rode him. My clit was being rubbed by the base of his shaft, it felt so fucking good. I could tell that I was going to cum. 

I opened my legs wide and fucked him harder and harder until I moaned loudly that I was cumming all over his cock. He thrust deep in me as I was cuming, enjoying the wetness of my pussy. 

I leaned forward and kissed him, pulled back a little and whispered, "Fuck me from behind." 

He pulled out and repositioned me in front of him. Holding my hips with both hands he shoved his cock in my pussy, nice and rough. Oh fuck it felt good. I reached for the pillow to muffle my moans. Turning my head to the side I begged him to fuck me hard. He teased my pussy for a few seconds, pushing the tip of his cock in me. He slid his cock along my folds, letting it slide all covered in my pussy juices. I tried moving my hips so his cock would slip into my pussy, but he held me still. When I couldn't take it anymore, I reached between my legs and grabbed his balls. I squeezed gently and moved my ass towards his cock. He thrust deep and hard into my pussy. 

This is what I was waiting for, begging for. I love when he fucks me hard. I love holding still while his cock slides in and out of my pussy. I spread my legs, and threw my head back, gasping. I love the feeling of his balls slapping my clit. My back was arched and my pussy was wet, easily taking all of his cock. 

"Make me cum. Don't stop fucking me. I love your cock in my pussy. Oh fuck, make me cum all over you." 

I let go of his balls and started playing with my clit. It wasn't going to take me long to cum, not with him fucking me so good. I could feel how swollen my clit was, my fingers rubbing and tapping it hard. I pushed back against his crotch hard begged him to slap my ass. I felt 2 hard slaps before his fist found a handful of my hair. He pulled my head back, holding me in place as he fucked me harder. 

"Oh fuck! You feel so good," I told him between gasps. Pulling my hair free, I leaned forward, buried my head in the sheets and screamed as I came all over his cock. At the same time, he fucked me as hard as he could and I felt his warm release fill my pussy. I fell forward as he collapsed on top of me, his arms wrapped around my body. 

"You are so fucking sexy. I love fucking you," he whispered, as he rested his head against my back. 

We were panting, exhausted, and completely satisfied. After a moment he rolled over, reluctantly separating our sweat covered bodies. He ran his fingers softly down my spine as he kissed my shoulder which sent shivers through my entire body. I closed my eyes and smiled. He doesn't show this kind of affection often. Our relationship has always been about fucking hard and getting off. Spending the night in his arms would be something I've never done. In fact, in the past 15 years, I've never fallen asleep in any man's arms other than my husband's. As I was thinking this very though, he pulled me into his arms, covered us up, and I drifted off to sleep.

I jolted awake a few hours later. I knew he had to leave early for his course and I wanted to make sure I satisfied him one last time before I sent him on his way. It was 5:45am, not too early to start waking him up. I reached under the covers and was pleased with how hard he already was. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I slowly started jerking him off. I heard the change in his breathing and knew he was waking up. His eyes were still closed when I crawled under the blankets. I licked his shaft up and down a few times before rolling my tongue around the tip of his cock. I heard him moan as I took him in my mouth. I twisted my hand slowly as my tongue covered every inch of him. He felt amazing in my mouth. I wanted this to be all about his enjoyment. I wanted to take my time bringing him close to the edge and then slowing right down. I wanted to spend the whole day doing this. 

He put both hands on the back my head and slowly but forcefully pushed down, inserting his swollen dick into the back of my throat. As I started to choke a little he released his hands, allowing me to yank my head up, gasping and salivating all over his cock. He seemed pleased. 

He looked me right in the eyes and asked, "Can you keep that up?" 

I nodded abidingly and let him put his hands to the back of my head and guide me down fully again. My eyes watered and I was choking a little, but this was amazing! The sounds he was making as my saliva dripped out of my mouth, gasping for air, was too much for both of us to handle. My hand, by reflex, found my pussy, which was dripping wet. 

"One more, please," he said, almost begging me to keep going. 

I eagerly thrust my mouth onto his dick as he simultaneously pushed down and flexed his hips upwards. He was almost yelling in pleasure as he released straight down my throat at the same time as he let go, allowing me to pull my head back in an explosion of fluids. 

As I was laying there on my stomach, trying to catch my breath and recover, he gently wiped up my cum and saliva soaked lips and chin and used that to start gently messaging my pussy. He told me to lay still and relax, as I had earned this. His touch felt amazing as he rubbed his cum into and around my pussy. Within a minute I could feel my orgasm coming, and as I began to moan and move my hips he rubbed faster and faster until I exploded.

After he took a quick shower he packed up his things and made his way to the bed. 

"This was amazing," he said. 

I told him I thought so too. He leaned in and gave me a kiss before turning for the door. As I watched him leave I couldn't help but feel disappointed that we weren't going to keep fucking. After that whole night I realized that, instead of being fully satisfied, I just wanted more. I wonder how long this affair can last...

This is but one of the hot and exciting extra-marital adventures I have had since discovering the excitement of "the affair". I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as it turned me on to write it, which was an extremely sexy endeavour in-and-of itself, with me having to take frequent breaks to freshen up my wine and let my fingers calm myself down before continuing...



Out of Town Meeting



After leaving the airport and getting on the freeway, I continued to think about my last conversation with Lainie before leaving home. Her last words were, "you don't even know what is in store for you!" and those words kept reeling in my mind. I loosened my tie as I pulled over to pass a slow driver. My mind woandered to the pictures I carried of her in my briefcase. I did not need to see them, as they were firmly imprinted in my mind. Unconsciously shaking my head, thinking about the sly grin on her face, I began to smile.

I reached over to turn on the radio and pushed three buttons before I got a non-rap station. I turned up the sound as the Moody Blues came from the speakers. "Glad they have some regular people up here" I chuckled out loud. Reaching in the back seat and pulling out the notebook from my briefcase, I found the address of the little coffee shop where she had told me to meet her. Even though I had plenty of time, I decided to drive there first and check into the hotel later. I smiled as I pulled into the fast lane to pass more cars, thinking, "No, I am not anxious, not at all, heh heh."

I soon reached the exit and turned left at the light, my anticipation growing. Driving two blocks further, I saw the sign. There was parking around back just like she said. My heart began to beat faster as I walked through the door and waited for my eyes to adjust to the light. Then I saw her. She were looking directly at me and not quite smiling; but her eyes almost danced and told me everything I needed to know. She stood up as I walked across the room and I took her into my arms and kissed her. A quick kiss, a friendly kiss, a kiss that said, "wow, I'm glad you're here!" But our hug lingered, and as I pulled my head back I saw her smile, as big and pretty as her sparkling eyes.

I ordered a glass of cabernet and coffee; the same as she was drinking. I watched her animated expressions as she talked. It was a natural discourse, and we obviously felt comfortable from all the time we had spent chatting together. We talked about everything and nothing. All of a sudden, I realized I had no idea what she was telling me. I was so lost in watching her expression and watching her hands as they punctuated whatever she were saying, that I forgot to pay attention. To recover, I reached over, grabbed her hand, and brought it to my lips. Continuing to hold it, our elbows resting on the table, I told her how glad I was to be here. She stopped in mid-sentence and began to blush slightly. She didn't say a word, but her smile and eyes sparkled as she looked at me and I kissed her hand again.

Recovering quickly, Lainie told me to get the check. "I have a surprise I want you to see" she whispered.

Throwing some bills on the receipt plate, I turned to follow her out and into the bright sunshine. I was glad she were leading the way because it gave me chance to watch her little butt, and from a very pretty angle. She had on a tailored sundress that not quite hugged her trim body. It only enhanced her pretty curves and was plenty short enough to show her wonderful legs. She didn't say a word as she turned and found me staring at her ass.

She just reached out her hand for mine and told me, "come on silly!"

We walked half a block and turned into an old musty antique store. The proprietor must have been a friend of Lainie's because he just handed her the key after she introduced me, and with a grin, walked out the door. She locked the door and I became even more puzzled. "Hummmm," I thought, "guess we'll just let the hair go with the hide and see what happens." She told me there was a room in the back with old clothes and that she wanted to try some on.

I figured I would let her go do that and walked around the front of the shop looking at the old furniture; some of it restored and some in its original condition. I raised the top of an old roll top desk and marveled at how easily it opened. I felt the deep soft leather of an old wing chair. I lifted a letterbox to examine its markings. All the time wondering how she would come out dressed. After fifteen minutes or so and Lainie had not returned, I decided to go looking for her. I turned into a door and saw her standing over in front of a mirror trying on a hat. The mirror was turned so I could not see her face. I was almost stunned. She was naked except for a small pair of panties, and the hat. I stood there in silence, my eyes playing over her wonderful body. She continued to adjust the hat and I thought she didn't know I was there. I could not turn away as my eyes took in her beautiful curves. Her rounded breasts stood out as her arms lifted to adjust your hat. Her bare back was smooth and almost iridescent as it curved into her hips. Thin straps that did little to hide her firm little butt held up her panties and her legs were like alabaster in their firm, slightly parted stance

"Do you like my hat?" she asked, startling me.

"Ahhh, yes, very much" I said trying to recover. She turned to face me and I tried very hard to look at the hat, but my eyes woandered as I stood there motionless. She had her hands on her hips now and it was obvious that she was proud of her body as she looked at me. I watched her breasts rise and fall slightly with each breath. My eyes played down over her tummy curving down into the small triangle of her panties and down her long shapely legs that ended with her pretty bare feet. "A wonderful hat," I managed to choke out after clearing my throat. I walked over to where she stood not saying anything. I felt a warm sensation begin deep inside me as I reached out to put my hand on her back. She pressed her body against me, her arms around my neck, and pulled me to her lips. We kissed passionately for several minutes. Words were not necessary to express our emotions. My hands slid down her back to cup the firm little cheeks and pull her tighter against me. My cock had become rigid and was now pressed hard against her stomach. I kissed first her ear and then her neck as she removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I knelt down before her and began to kiss between her soft breasts as she threw my shirt on a chair. Her hands caressed my hair as I kissed and licked her succulent breasts, feeling her nipples harden under my tongue.

My hands held the back of her legs and softly slid up to cup her firm little butt again. My kisses moved down her body and licked her stomach as I slid her panties to the floor. My tongue licked the triangle of neatly trimmed hair that had been hidden by her panties. I heard a gasp as my arms went between her legs and pressed them slightly apart as my tongue licked lower until it felt the top of the narrow slit buried there. My hands still cupping the cheeks of her ass as I pressed her back and laid her onto an old sturdy table. I spread her legs to gain better access and drew my tongue lightly across the outer lips of her pussy. I could feel the moisture as I gently touched her protruding clitoris. I smelled her fragrance as my tongue began to part those lips and taste her essence as it pushed between the folds. I let my tongue slowly draw up from the moist hole to force her lips apart, being careful not to let it touch her clit. Instead, I ran it up and down both sides, spreading the juices I had gathered from her little hole. I pressed my tongue against the hard swollen nub and flicked it back and forth, feeling her shiver against my face. I reached up to cup her breasts in my hands as I continued to lick her pussy. She moved her hands to cover mine, pressing them against her hard nipples.

I stood up and looked at her as I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants to the floor. Sliding my underwear down and stepping out of it along with my shoes and socks, I took hold of my throbbing cock. It burned in the palm of my hand as I pressed the tip of it against her wetness. I slid it through the warm slick folds, massaging the entrance to her wet pussy. Then, flicking the tip of it back and forth over her hard clit, I barely heard "fuck me" almost under her breath. My cock slid down into her wet hole and slowly, so slowly, began to slide inside her. I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping me, as I stood motionless with my dick buried inside her. I held her hips and pressed harder against her. Slowly, I began to withdraw, and, hesitating for a moment with just the head in her wet hole, slammed back down deep inside, feeling her warm juices as they begin to coat my balls pressed hard against her ass. Then repeating; each stroke became faster as my cock slammed into her pussy, my balls slapped against her ass and her breasts bounced with each thrust. She let out a gasp that became louder with each downward stroke. Lainie's chest began to turn a dark crimson color as an orgasm began to sweep through her body. I could feel my balls begin to draw up with my own pending orgasm.

Gripping her hips, my hands jerked her ass against me swiftly, driving my cock deeper and faster inside her glistening pussy. I felt my sperm begin to shoot deep inside he cunt; my cock slamming with abandon filling her with hot cum. I felt our juices mix together, running down between her crack and onto my balls and legs. Over and over and over; then … I shuddered and held it still deep inside and collapsed on top of her, gasping for air. Kissing her face, her forehead, her nose, her lips, her neck, her ear, between each gasp for breath, I wrapped my legs around her with my softening cock still inside. My weight supported on my elbows, I looked into her eyes and smiled. She returned my gaze and her eyes said it all. Our breathing became even and, as my dick slipped out from her, we both laughed. 

Hearing a knock at the front door, we scampered to get into our clothes and let the proprietor back in. Lainie told him we saw several pieces she would like to have and will return to get them. We left, and once in the sunshine again, talked about needing to find someplace we could go take a shower. I suggested that maybe I ought to check into the hotel and maybe upgrade my room to one with a spa.

Lainie told me she thought I had such good ideas.

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Out of Town Meeting



Dinner was seamless, the food, the music, the wine, the company. Tony's out of town business meetings were usually painful, in that he hated living out of a suitcase and eating alone in overpriced restaurants. This trip, he was enjoying every second of it. He'd met up with Chantal, a woman he'd met online a few months back. They'd hit it off and started talking on the phone. It was a casual thing; neither of them stopped seeing the people in their lives and neither of them had a desire to take the relationship to a different level. They both enjoyed the same kinks, they had some late night conversations that ended up in some hot phone sex occasionally, and had a lot of things in common. 

When Tony got news that he was going to have to go to sales conference in Dallas, he sent Chantal an IM letting her know to make reservations at the best restaurant in town and prepare to paint the town red. When he walked into the restaurant, he was blown away; she was even more beautiful in person than in her pictures. Her cinnamon colored skin was flawless; she was wearing a sexy black business suit that fit her like a glove. The fact that she wasn't wearing a blouse underneath her jacket, and the hint of her cleavage drew men's attention there like a beacon in the night, made her that much more alluring. She kissed him on the cheek and the smell of her perfume and the feel of her soft warm hand against his cheek made his dick stir. Even the maitre'd had to take a second look at Chantal's sexy brown calves and full backside; he winked at Tony as if to say, "You are a lucky son of a bitch." 

The couple laughed and flirted with one another throughout the meal. As they became more comfortable with one another, Chantal got more adventurous. She moved closer and slid her pump off and began rubbing her foot along Tony's leg. The more they laughed and got along fantastically, the more Chantal would find an occasion to rest her hand on Tony's thigh, inching closer and closer to his crotch with each witty anecdote. Tony ordered a cigar and a brandy and leaned back into the plush leather banquette and played the playboy role to the hilt. Chantal giggled and played along. Tony belonged to the new wave of Black businessmen who made their fortune in one generation and were not shy in letting people see their success. Feeling bold, he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out; the white linen table cloth obscured it from view from the other diners. 

Chantal took advantage of situation and moved closer still. She grabbed the shaft of his penis and stroked it softly. Tony thought he could sit there and enjoy the hand job without letting on what was happening but within a few seconds, he was squirming around and fidgeting, afraid that he was going to shoot his load right then and there. Chantal was expertly stroking him, squeezing the head, sliding the skin up and down, trying to coax out a load. "Damn baby, slow down or I won't have any steam for the after party," he said, reluctantly pushing her hand away and putting everything back where it belonged. 

During dessert, it was his turn to return the favor. Chantal was snuggled close, and they were like a couple who had been together for a very long time. Feeling brazen, the lovely lady opened her legs and allowed her new friend to explore. Tony's strong hands traveled up her legs, caressing the smooth silk of her stockings, and encountering the even smoother skin of her flesh above her thigh high stockings. He caressed her flesh and his hands roamed higher until his fingertips brushed the expensive lace of her panties. Chantal spread her legs more and allowed him full access. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "You know I'm going to fuck that hot pussy of yours tonight until you can't walk straight tomorrow, right?" 

Chantal laughed, "Yeah, right big boy, promises, promises. Other men have tried and failed." But the evidence of her arousal was to be felt in her panties. Tony fondled her and slid her panties to the side in order to get better access to her package. It was quite an impressive package at that. At least seven inches with a full set of balls, and the fact that it was getting harder with every passing second confirmed that Chantal was indeed the sexiest, fully functioning shemale he'd ever met. 

"Check please," as Tony signaled for the waiter to bring the bill as quickly as possible. In the elevator to his hotel room, Chantal was transformed from a sexy and sophisticated woman to a ravenous, insatiable vixen. Undoing the three strategically placed buttons on her suit jacket, she exposed her full tits encased in a sexy black lace bra. She pulled down the tops of the overflowing cups and let her nipples be exposed to the security cameras. She flashed a sexy wink at the security guards who were probably sitting in the basement with a half eaten turkey sandwich and playing a game of Spades. She offered up her tits to Tony and he caressed the full mounds and pinched the swollen nipples. Chantal let out a sexy little purr and Tony pinched harder. 


That was their kink. Tony liked to give pain, and Chantal liked to get it. They were both into rough play, spanking, pain, the whole nine. As much as Tony needed to release his frustrations being the powerful business mogul, Chantal liked to be the girly submissive to powerful men. She got off on pain and he had a lust for women who could take a little punishment and ask for more. 

The elevator neared the 18th floor and Chantal made efforts to button up her jacket. "Leave it open," was all Tony said as he leaned down to bite one of those sexy chocolate nipples. The doors opened and they were met, face to face, with one of the maids. Poor little thing, her mouth flew open and she averted her eyes to the floor. Chantal was warm with arousal and the couple walked past her without a care in the world. The maid was so flustered, so shocked, that she let the elevator doors close without getting on. Tony fumbled for his key, pretending he couldn't find it, and pushed Chantal against the door and shoved his tongue down her throat. The maid couldn't help but stare at the obscene play right in front of her and Tony played it up. He turned towards the maid and looked her right in the eye as he put his hand up Chantal's skirt and groped her. What the maid couldn't see was that Chantal had a boner under that skirt that was leaking precum. 

The elevator doors opened again and the maid rushed in but not before Chantal winked at her, her tits still obscenely exposed for public view. Tony fished in his pocket and found the key, slid it in and opened the door. The door was barely closed behind them before they were all over each other. This time Chantal was reaching for Tony's pants, unzipping them and sliding her hand in to find his stiffened prick. He pushed her to her knees and grabbed the back of her head and started unceremoniously fucking her mouth. Her lip gloss smeared his shaft and she took it deeper and deeper with every thrust. Tony's dick grew longer, stiffer with each stroke and he gave her more encouragement. "Yeah, choke on it. Suck that big dick; take every inch." 

Chantal grabbed his ass and started pulling him deeper and deeper into her throat, urging him to fuck her face harder, faster. Tony wasn't a little boy either, he had at least 8 inches of stiff meat in her throat and it was getting bigger the more he banged her face. There was no foreplay, there was no romance, just nasty, hardcore sex the way they both liked it. The pace was frantic; Tony was grunting and slamming his hips faster and faster, pistoning the head of his dick deeper and deeper in Chantal's throat. She was gagging and choking, gasping for air, spit dripping from the corners of her mouth. 

Placing his hand around her delicate, elegant neck, he started choking her, erotically of course. Chantal looked up and never took her eyes off of him. The lack of oxygen was dizzying and she pinched and pulled her own nipples for stimulation. She was gasping for air as Tony released the pressure and she dove for his dick again, not waiting more than a split second to feel him ramming her mouth again. He grabbed her by her throat again, this time he slapped her face with his dick. "Look at you," he taunted, "getting my pants wet. You are a bad girl. I need to teach you a lesson."

Chantal looked up, licked her lips, and said, "Oh Daddy, I've been such a bad girl, you should punish me." 

Tony pushed her away, still on her knees, and undid the belt on his pants. He let them slide to the floor and he turned around. He thrust his ass backwards, the full chocolate mounds filling out his tightie whities. He wiggled his ass in her face and she pulled the waistband down to expose his ass. "Are you going to show me what a naughty girl you are? Show Daddy how nasty you really are. Spread those cheeks and get in there, sniff it, smell my ass. Then kiss it. Kiss my ass and tell me how much you adore it." He was really just talking to hear himself talk because Chantal was way past the sniffing and kissing stage; she was in the full out licking and sucking stage. She couldn't wait and was driving her tongue deep in his ass, getting it wet and blowing air in it. Tony had his hands on his knees, bent over, enjoying the best rim job he'd ever gotten. "Oh shit, that feels so fucking good. Eat my ass; tell me how good it tastes. You like the way a real man tastes?" 

She mumbled something that sounded like it could have been, "It's the best ass I've ever eaten," but it just as easily could have been, "I use Equal for my tea to sweeten," because she never took her tongue from deep in his hole, sucking, rimming, licking, tongue fucking. 

"Hot damn, you are one hot, nasty, little mama." He stepped out of his pants, threw his jacket on a chair and sat on the bed. Chantal was still at the door, on her knees, looking like she was hungry for more. "Crawl to me." She pulled of her jacket and tossed it in the same direction as his and crawled on her hands and knees towards him. He pulled off his tie and took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor. With his legs spread and his dick bobbing just inches from her face, Chantal was trying to lick it again, get it in her mouth. 

"Take off the rest of your clothes; let me see that sexy body." Doing anything she was told, Chantal stood up and undid the button and zipper on her conservative skirt to completely reveal her silk, black thigh high stockings, her garter belt and straps holding them up and her French cut black lace panties. The head of her dick was peeking out for the sides, unable to be hidden with such a delicate piece of material. Leaving her bra on, with her tits still hanging out, she slid her panties down her thighs and stepped out of them, kicking them to the side with her high heeled foot. 

She stroked her shaft just inches from Tony's face. She knew what he wanted and she coaxed out a drip of precum, ran her finger over the tip, and brought it to her lips. She sucked that finger like a mini dick, making Tony moan. She wiggled it in his face and he took the bait like a fish takes a worm. This was a helluva worm, full and thick and filling his mouth as he sucked it. Chantal was a helluva fisherman as well, wielding that rod with skill. In fact, she fucked his face with an equal level of skill as he had done to her. "Look at you, big strong man fagging out on my T-girl dick. Who would have guessed? I bet before the night is over you'll be bending over and begging me to fuck you too."

Her words were meant to incite him, to push his buttons and they did. "You little . . . I'm no fag. I'll show you." He grabbed her arm and pulled her over his lap. His dick and her dick were sensually rubbing against one another. He ran his hands gently over her ass cheeks. She squirmed and wiggled, waiting for the inevitable. The first blow came down without warning, warming her ass but she didn't make a sound. Intent on making her beg for mercy for her insolent comments, he wanted her to cry, wanted to hear her beg for forgiveness. With a steady slow pace, he reigned down on her ass with blow after blow of hard spanking. But rather than eliciting the response he expected, Chantal was moaning and groaning, begging for more, begging for it harder. She truly experienced pain as pleasure. Perhaps her neurons were misfiring or her brain wasn't wired correctly but she craved sensation and the more intense the better. Her body was alive with arousal and she felt safe and secure in the arms of this big strong man. 

His hand was becoming sore and his dick was ready to explode. He grabbed her by the back of the hair and threw her on the bed. He stood over her, just staring at her. She was breathtaking. Her face was flawless and even through her haze of lust; she still had a look of sophistication. Her body had been sculpted to brown perfection and her dick was one any man would be proud to own. 

"Turn over." That was all he said and she complied. 

She got up on her knees and looked back over her shoulder. She reached back with her manicured fingers and spread her cheeks. She made her hole wink at him and pleaded one more time. "Make it hurt Daddy. Shove that big dick in me and show me how a real man fucks. Ram my pussy until I can't take it anymore. Use it, use me. Fuck me." He words became an erotic chant, a mantra of sorts, urging him to go balls deep. 

He pulled her ass open and spit on it. She moaned out and waited but she didn't have to wait for long. He lined up the head of his dick with her hole and started pushing in. It was a lot tighter than he had expected. He thought he was going to be able to shove the entire length in in one stroke. In reality, her hole gripped him tighter than any ass he'd been in before, female or shemale. 

Chantal braced her arms on the headboard and looked back. "What's that matter, this pussy too much for you?" 

That was all he needed. He pulled back, pulling out until just the head was still inside her, and rammed himself deep in her. Chantal let out a sexy moan and said, "YESSSS, more." He built up a steady pace, pounding her, working it from side to side, deeper with each stroke. He was spanking her bubble butt hard and gripped her hips so tightly he left imprints in her skin from his nails digging into her flesh. Harder . . . he fucked. Harder still . . . she fucked back, grinding on his dick and doing magic with her pussy. He was sweating, his manly smell covering her perfume. 

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum." Chantal took that as her clue and turned around and dove for his dick with her mouth. "Damn girl, look at you, you are so fucking nasty. Suck it, suck my . . . oh shit . . . fuck . . . damn, I'm going to bust my creamy nut all in your mouth. Here it . . . agrhhhh." 

Chantal moved back enough to get every blast on her tongue. She showed it to him just before she swallowed it. Tony collapsed on the bed and was asleep within a minute. He awoke under the covers in the morning with Chantal fully dressed and looking magnificent again. She kissed him on the forehead. "Hey, I've got to get going, I have a lot to do this weekend and I need to get a head start on my errands." 

He reached up and held her hand. "Don't go," he said in his sleepy voice, "I want you to stay so we can do it again. This time I don't want it to be nasty. Let me make love to you." He pulled back the covers and showed her his morning wood. She tried to pull away but she was mesmerized by the beauty of his body and his throbbing erection that called out to be licked and sucked some more. "I had a wonderful time last night but let me show you the other side of me. I'm only here for a couple more days. It's be a shame to waste any of that time. Let me satisfy you." Her protests were quickly quieted as she climbed in bed with him and snuggled her naked body next to his. 



Out Of Town On Business



It's a rainy night very much like tonight. It gets dark so early these days now. The clocks having been moved back, night comes so much earlier. So dark. So rainy. A slight fall chill in the air. 

The phone rings suddenly rings, it's the buzzer downstairs. The voice on the other end coming through the tinny box says; "Delivery!" You're perplexed since you weren't expecting anything. Instead of buzzing them up you decide to go downstairs. Upon your arrival in the lobby you find no one there, just a bouquet of flowers & a big box! You're very perplexed! No name. No nothing. No label. No shipping receipt. Nothing saying where it came from. Just flowers & big box!

You return upstairs with your mysterious package. You walk into your condo placing the box on the dining room table, anxiously opening it. Who is it from? Who brought it? Your mind races. You say to yourself; "Marc is away on business? It couldn't have been him!" "Flowers? Perhaps it is from Marc?"

You quickly open up the box. Inside is a blindfold, long restraints with padded cuffs attached at each end. You pull the items out of the box looking for a note of some kind! 

"Who is this from? Who sent this? It couldn't be Marc! It's WAY too early for such things! Besides, he's away for the next week! He just left yesterday & I talked to him at the hotel he's staying at just last night!"

You grab the items and walk down the hall towards your bedroom; your mind wondering who it is that sent you these things!

As you enter your bedroom, all of a sudden, from behind you, an arm reaches around your waist and another covering your mouth. You let out a muffled scream that barely escapes from the man's gloved hand. He firmly pulls you towards him whispering in your ear; "Don't scream! Don't try to get away! No one will hear you! Nothing will happen to you if you just do exactly what I say!"

Your mind races! Your heart pounds rapidly! "Who is this!" you say to yourself. "This can't be Marc! He's away! It doesn't sound like Marc! He wouldn't do this to me! He never, ever would do such a thing!" Your mind & heart runs wilder & wilder as you now begin to think to yourself what is happening here! This couldn't be happening!

"Shish Sabrina! Don't struggle! Just do as I say and everything will be okay! I'm a friend of Marc's! He sent me to keep you company while he was away! Everything will be okay as long as you do what I say!"

The man grabs your hands and pulls them behind your back as he pushes you up against the wall, pinning you to it with all his weight. You feel him kneel down to pick up the items you dropped on the floor when you were suddenly surprised. He slides the blindfold over your eyes, securing it taught around your head. Total darkness. All light disappears. He takes. One of the restraints and fastens it around each of your wrists and then binding your wrists together behind your back.

The man reaches under your sweatshirt and firmly grabs your breast with one hand, roughly tweaking your nipple between his thumb & forefinger. His other hand slides into your track pants traveling down to your pelvis & pubic area. His fingers begin to explore. You begin to struggle and writhe. "Who is this man? Who the fuck is this? Marc wouldn't do this to me! This can't be happening!"

"No excited yet Sabrina? You're not getting wet yet! Marc said this might happen! Luckily he told me what drives you crazy! Guess I'll just have to do what he told me you like!"

All of a sudden, the man drops to his knees, pulling your bottoms down to your ankles & proceeds to remove them. He nudges your feet spreading your legs shoulder width apart. You're not sure what's happening but you're obeying his instruction & not struggling. You're letting the unknown man do what he wants. To do what he's been instructed to do. 

Almost shockingly your feel the man's hands grab your behind as he pulls your cheeks apart & roughly darts his tongue into your little puckered bum hole! "Oh My God!" you sigh out loud! Is it shock? Is it appall? Is it excitement? The man's tongue aggressively works its way into your little ass while one hand moves up your inner thigh & his fingers begin to explore your little pussy!

"That's a girl!" you hear the man say. "That's a girl Sabrina! Now you're getting a little excited! Marc said you liked having your little ass played with! Now I can feel you getting wet! That's a girl!"

You can't believe it. You're shocked. You're embarrassed. Is this really happening? You can't be getting excited but you are. You can't believe that you like the feeling of this man's tongue - This man's fingers - on your body - inside you - This can't really be happening!

You begin to get more & more aroused. The man's tongue darting deeper & deeper into your little bum. His fingers exploring your G-spot & rubbing your clitoris. You can't help yourself as you let out a groan. You don't want to be enjoying this but you can't help yourself! Your body begins to twist & writhe as the man's tongue & fingers begin to work faster and more aggressively!

You feel your orgasm building. "I can't! I can't do this! You're gonna make me cum! No! No! No! I can't do this! Please stop! You're gonna make me cum! I can't! You can't! Please don't make me cum!"

The man gets to his feet. He pushes himself against your body. You can feel his hardness against you. You feel his erection pressing into you. His left hand reaches under your sweatshirt grabbing your breast firmly as his fingers thrust in & out of your tight, little, wet pussy & ass! He whispers in your ear; "Cum for me Sabrina! Marc wants you to cum! He wants you to cum Sabrina! Cum for Marc Sabrina!"

You can't stand it anymore! You orgasm madly. Your body bucks, convulses, twists, turns, writhes and spasms wildly! You're gushing as wetness drips down your legs covering the floor & drenching your feet!

"That's a girl! Well done Sabrina! That's a good girl! Marc would be proud! Well done Sabrina! That's a girl!"

You can't believe what just happened! You're still in shock & amazement & slightly ashamed as the man begins to unfasten your wrists from behind your back. Still blindfolded, he guides you to your bed. He gently lays you down in the middle as you feel him tie your arms to the corners.

Your pussy still aches from what just happened as you feel the man straddle your chest. His knees astride your body, you feel his fingers begin to run along your lips. Gently tracing them. Slightly pulling at them. Pulling them apart ever so gently. "Open your mouth Sabrina! Open your mouth for me Sabrina!

You now recognize the voice. At least you think you do. "Marc? Marc? Is that you Marc?" Your voice trembling, hoping, wishing. You begin to feel at ease as you hope this has been Marc all the time.

"Open your mouth Sabrina!" You obey the man's command as you feel more and more assured that it is indeed Marc. Your tongue blindly reaches out for the man's cock that is just inches away from your mouth. You can sense it. You want it now. Whether it is Marc's or not you want it. You want it in your mouth. You want to taste it. You want to tease it. You want to engulf it. You want every inch of it in your mouth. All of a sudden you want it deep down your throat.

The man complies. He thrusts his hard cock into your awaiting mouth as he firmly grabs your head from behind. The man is relentless. So hard. So erect. You can taste pre-cum escaping from the tip. "Is This Marc?" you find yourself thinking! "I dunno? This doesn't feel like Marc? This doesn't taste like Marc? Is it? Is this Marc?"

You don't have much time to think about it all as the man thrusts aggressively, almost violently into your mouth! Pumping! Thrusting! Faster & faster! He suddenly pulls his length from your saliva soaked mouth & cheeks as your hear him grunt & groan and explode all over you! He orgasms over your face, lips, neck & chest! Coating you with gobs of hot, sticky liquid! So hot! So sticky! So salty! So gooey!

The man collapses & falls to the side of the bed. You feel him quickly gather himself & stand up from the bed. You hear footsteps walk out of your bedroom and down the hall. His footsteps quicken and fade away as you hear the door slam & close in the distance. 

You're still tied to the bed. Unable to escape. Still blindfolded. All of a sudden you hear soft footsteps from the corner approach. You sense someone near you. You feel the person unfasten the restraints from the corner of the bed. With your hands free, you lift up your blindfold to see me standing there!

"How'd you like that Sabrina? Did you enjoy yourself? It certainly appeared that you liked that Sabrina?"

Your mind begins to race again "Was it? Was that Marc all the time? Was it him? Or was he just watching? What just happened there?"



Out of Town, Out of Mind



Strange things can happen when friends travel together, strangely erotic things. People, who normally keep their taboo fantasies secret, become daring in the anonymous environment of a romantic city like Toronto. Average family men and women, struggling with the tedium of sameness, can be tempted. 

Kate and Jeff, Sharon and Greg crossed the NY/ Canadian border packed into a Dodge Caravan, ready for a long weekend away from reality. In their possession were tickets for the Yankees / Blue Jays baseball game at the Sky Dome and ‘Phantom of the Opera’ theater tickets. 

Kate and Jeff stood at their hotel room window. “What an amazing view!” She hugged his arm. 

Lake Ontario twinkled in the setting sun as a plane landed below them on the island airport. 

“Yeah, it sure is.” Jeff’s eyes ogled Kate’s breasts. 

Hot from the five-hour drive, she stripped down to panties as soon as the room door closed. Ten years and two kids had changed her some. The small boobs sagged a little. Yet they still made his mouth water. The air conditioning tweaked the pink nipples with invisible fingers and they pointed at the lake in stereo. He was drawn to them like a sailor to beckoning sirens. 

Jeff’s hand cupped the left one and Kate closed her eyes. “Mmm, nice,” she murmured. “What time does the game start?”

“Right now.” Side stepping in front, Jeff used both hands to tease her breasts. The velvety weight in each palm a heavenly pleasure. His thumb flicked over each cool crown. 

Her eyes remained closed but her head tilted up with a smile. 

Bending slightly, Jeff’s mouth covered the happy lips and the game went beyond first base. Kate always had a fine ass – kept hard by hours of walking a mail route. As his hands massaged each cheek, Kate pressed against him from chest to groin. Small fingers slipped into his back pockets to rub in kind.

The floor moved under them until Kate fell back onto the bed. Jeff grabbed the panty waistband and yanked them down to her knees.

“Oh, my.” Kate’s skin turned pink. “This is going to be a slambam.”

His shorts unzipped and dropping, Jeff growled, “That’s all we have time for… now.”

“Let me help, Stud,” said Kate, sitting up and grasping the expanding cock. “Nothing like a quickie to relax after a long drive, is there.” Both hands pumped him to full size while she kicked off her undies. 

Jeff played with her hair and tickled her ears. She liked that. Kate’s ears are sensitive and, when touched, make her tingle and shiver. 

A thump, thump, thump sound came from the wall on the other side of the headboard. With joint realization, the couple smiled at the sex their friends next-door were having. 

Jeff said, “Great minds think alike,” and pushed Kate onto her back. Pressing between her legs, slippery warmth enveloped him with little resistance. 

Kate wrapped her legs over his back and forced him deep. 

A thought bloomed in Jeff’s lusty head and he slid them bodily up the cool bedspread until Kate’s head bumped the wall. As he began to thrust into his love, their mattress echoed the thump from the other side. Soon they were lost in physical joy. 

The remote thump became rapid and out of control, and then fell silent. 

The pressure burst inside Jeff and the thumping stopped from their side. 

“Oh, god!” Kate’s hands were between her open legs, taking charge of her own climax. 

Jeff sucked her nipples to assist. 

When Kate’s arching finale subsided, they snuggled briefly before getting dressed. 

Throwing on a baggy Yankees tee-shirt over her naked torso, Kate declared, “I love Toronto already.” 

“Me too,” Jeff smiled back, as he picked up the phone and dialed. After a short wait, he said, “Hey Greg, are you guys done over there or should we leave without you?” With a wink to Kate, he said, “Okay, meet you out in the hall in ten minutes.” 

***

The smirk on Greg’s face, as he hung up the phone, made Sharon ask, “They heard us didn’t they? I told you they would. God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Sharon, just relax.” Greg loves his wife, yet her increasing prudishness frustrated him. “They were making just as much noise as we were and it didn’t bother them. Don’t you find it just a little bit exciting to think about Kate and Jeff on the other side of the wall making love?” It certainly excited Greg to think about them. He envied Jeff. Tiny Kate seemed such a free spirit. She was a hot little spinner of a woman.

“No, I don’t. What goes on between married couples is private and should remain private.” Sharon rolled her 5’ 8” plump frame off the bed and began to dress.

Greg watched her. She was a good wife in most ways. But sex was becoming an issue, a bone of contention. Since baby Jillian’s birth two years ago, Sharon had lost interest in sex and gained weight. His desire to cheat was becoming epidemic. Plus, he had the time and resources to be a Sugar Daddy to some young chick. Only his will power to remain faithful kept him home at night. This vacation with Jeff and Kate was a deliberate attempt to loosen Sharon up. He hoped Kate would become a mentor of sorts. Nothing was ever officially mentioned in this regard, unless you count Greg’s prayers for a miracle.

“Well, Honey, I’m sure that Kate and Jeff aren’t thinking evil thoughts about us. They’re good people and I’m sure they’re glad we’re having fun.”

Time passed quietly until the couples met in the hallway. 

By unanimous vote, they decided to save cab fare and walk the few blocks to the stadium. The general conversation focused on the hotel, the baseball game, and their children. Nothing was said about thumping the walls. 

Gradually the men paired up and walked ahead.

Jeff looked back at the women before whispering, “Nice little warm up before the game, ‘eh Greg?” 

“Yes, it was,” Greg admitted. “Until Sharon found out you heard us.” 

“Really?” They walked a few steps in silence. “I’m sorry, Man. I’ll make sure Kate doesn’t say anything.”

“No, don’t do that.” A quick look back and then Greg confessed, “I’m hoping Kate will talk to her. I love Sharon, but she’s become such a puritanical bitch lately.”

***

Kate watched the men walking side by side in front of her. Jeff was almost a foot shorter. They looked like Mutt and Jeff in reverse. Greg was soft around the edges like Sharon, so they made a nice pair, well suited to each other. 

In a dreamy voice Kate turned to Sharon and said, “Isn’t it great to be free from home for a while and just indulge ourselves? It sounded like you and Greg were having as much fun as we were.” 

There was no response. But Sharon wore a pinched face.

“Is everything all right?”

“Didn’t it bother you?” Sharon hissed.

“Did what bother me?”

“That you’re… you know… doing it and other people could hear you. It made me feel so… dirty.”

A twinge of defensiveness shot through Kate. “No, it didn’t bother me. In fact, I liked it.” 

With a sudden urge to be close to her husband, Kate moved up beside Jeff and stuck her hand in his back pocket. “Hi Honey,” she said with an affectionate squeeze. 

Greg slowed down to walk with Sharon. 

Jeff kissed Kate’s head and whispered, “How are you and Sharon getting along?”

“She’s turned into one repressed lady. I don’t think she remembers how to enjoy life.”

“Well, don’t let it spoil our weekend, okay?” he said, and hugged her sideways.

“No way!” and gave his ass a good squeeze.

After the third inning the score was 9 – 0 in favor of the Blue Jays. The Yankee fans became restless. 

“Hey, four beers here!” 

Sharon said, “Greg, that’s your fifth. Slow down.”

“And my sixth, dear wife, if you don’t have one of these,” said Greg, and handed her a cup.

Night had fallen. The lights were on. Greg turned in a slow circle and seemed to be searching for something. 

“Whadya lookin’ for?” asked Jeff, with a thick tongue.

“Remember a few years ago when people were screwin’ in the hotel windows in front of the whole stadium? Man, you gotta have balls the size of coconuts to pull something like that.”

“When the game’s a blowout I guess you have to make your own entertainment.” Jeff slapped Greg on the back and then pulled him close. “Watch this.” He put his beer on the concrete floor and then tapped Kate’s shoulder. 

A little wobbly, Kate turned away from Sharon and faced her husband. “Yes, Jeffie, you want somethin’, Honey?”

“Do you love me?”

She placed a palm against his chest, either as a sign of affection or for balance, probably both, and said with a wicked smile, “Oh, we’re playing this game, are we?”

He pointed down. “Please, hand me my beer, Sweetie.” 

As she bent to fetch the cup, her baggy top fell open and briefly exposed her pointy breasts inside the translucent material. 

Jeff looked up at Greg and smiled.

Handing the beer to Jeff, Kate winked at Greg and then turned back to Sharon.

“She knows?”

“Oh yeah, she knows. This is an old game we played in college. We called it ‘Flash and Dash’ back then. It was a cheap thrill, for both of us. Although, I think you’re the first friend she’s flashed. Must be the beer.”

***

When Kate turned back to talk to Sharon, her face was on fire. She’d deliberately exposed herself to her husband and Greg inside a stadium of thousands. How many others had seen her? 

“Are you all right, Kate? You look a little flushed.”

Leaning close, Kate put a hand on Sharon for support. “Your husband just saw my boobs.”

“What?” Sharon glared at the two men. The stupid grins and the wink from Greg confirmed it. 

Kate explained in a matter of fact tone, “I leaned over like this and they looked right down my shirt. See?” 

Sharon did see and so did some people behind her, if the wolf whistles meant anything. 

“God, I love teasing men. Don’t you? They are such a predictable pod of sperm whales. We have all the power, not at our fingertips but at our nipple tips. Don’t ever forget that, Sharon.” Then she leaned back to watch a pop fly to center field. Life had a few thrills left, after all. 

***

They wandered back toward the hotel after the Yankees shameful defeat. Sharon held Greg’s hand. Kate and Jeff walked ahead and seemed to be in a constant state of foreplay. They laughed and kissed, creating a scene appropriate for lovesick teenagers. Greg’s eyes were glued to Kate.

“Kate said you saw her breasts. Did you?” 

Greg answered without shifting his focus. “Yes, I did -- by accident.”

“I don’t think it was an accident, Greg. She gets off on it. She thinks acting like a slut gives her power over men.” From the look on her husband’s face, Sharon was beginning to see there was some truth in it. “You watch your step, Mister.”

Finally, Greg looked at her. “If you’re worried about me then you should loosen up. You’re a beautiful woman, Sharon. Men find you attractive. Let yourself enjoy it once in a while.”

“They do not. I’m an old, fat, married woman. You only pay attention to me because you have to.”

Greg stopped short and spun her to face him. “I love you, Sharon. I pay attention to you because I want to, not because I have to. When you believe sex can be fun again our lives will be a lot more…pleasant.” And then he wrapped her up and kissed her hard, without restraint or concern for witnesses. 

When they separated, Sharon felt light headed and had to hold onto Greg. She only drank two beers at the game. It must be a hormone imbalance. 

***

The foursome exited the elevator and strolled down the hall. 

Greg spoke first. “Come into our room. It’s only eleven. We can play spades or hearts. Maybe there’s a good movie we can rent.”

“I don’t feel like cards,” said Kate.

“How about a movie then, Honey?” asked Jeff.

“Yeah, maybe a movie. It’ll have to be an action/adventure to keep me awake, though.”

Greg looked at Sharon. “How about it? Interested in watching a movie?”

Not wanting to be a spoilsport, she said, “Okay, but don’t get mad if I nod off,” and then gave a wan smiled. 

They took up viewing positions on the two queen size beds, paired by marriage. 

Kate commandeered the remote. She flicked through the channels until the movie preview menu was onscreen. “Oh, what have we here?” With a few clicks the adult movie previews were on display. “I haven’t seen a porno since college,” she announced and then picked a five-minute free sample. Two nude men were kneeling over a naked woman. Her hands were full of cock as the men explored her groaning, writhing flesh. 

“Oh my goodness,” Kate blurted without changing the channel. “Has anyone ever participated in a group grope?”

There was utter silence, until Sharon said, “My roommate in college used to bring boys back to the room. She had two… a few times.” All heads snapped in her direction. “It was dark. I couldn’t see anything. One of the guys got fresh once and felt me through my covers. I was so scared I pretended to sleep through it all.”

A press of a button and the television went black. 

Kate said, “I love true confessions!” She turned to face Sharon and sat cross-legged on the flowery bedspread. “College was a great time for experimentation, wasn’t it? Sometimes I wish… I could get back that level of thrill. Don’t you?”

Sharon wouldn’t keep eye contact and she didn’t say ‘no’ either. 

Still watching Sharon, Kate said, “You know what really turned Jeff and I on, back in college?”

No response from Sharon, who remained still with eyes glued to the carpet. So Greg had to ask. “What?”

“We liked watching other couples and being watched. It’s like a porno film to the power of 10.” Kate glanced at Jeff and then back to Sharon. “I learned so much about making love that way. We haven’t had a thrill like that since our senior year. Remember Lou and Rebecca, Jeff?”

“Oh yeah. They were gymnasts, very fit and flexible. We couldn’t keep up.” Jeff laughed.

Greg spoke up. “Well, we’re not fit or flexible, just flabby and fractious. I guess were not up to voyeuristic standards.”

“Maybe you aren’t, old man,” Jeff interrupted, “but Sharon has the soft, voluptuous allure of Marilyn Monroe.”

Sharon’s eyes darted from the floor to Jeff and then back to the floor. A hint of color spread across her face.

“Sharon doesn’t think men find her attractive, Jeff.”

With obvious consternation, she yelled, “Greg!” and glared at him.

Jeff declared with a stern voice, “You are wrong about that, Sharon.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Kate rose up on her knees. “You have such great curves, Sharon. Look at these little titties!” she demanded, while pulling up her jersey to expose two nicely proportioned small breasts. “You have about four times what I have. If men like to see these little boobies, they’d love to see your melons. Right Greg?”

Greg grinned big, and blatantly stared at Kate’s engorged nipples. “I can’t argue with the evidence.”

“And Greg, you may not be a body builder but you’re not fat. You have a sexy sense of humor and you are physically big. Personally… I wonder how big,” she said with a sly smile and dropped her shirt.

“Well, after this erotic conversation and display of flesh, I’m pretty big right now.” Greg laughed.

A lull in conversation, caused by an awkward lack of initiative, was broken unexpectedly when Sharon said, “I need a shower before I go to bed. The movie idea has obviously lost its appeal and been replaced by a sleep over. So why don’t you two go back to your room, get ready for bed, and then come back?” 

The proposal was made with such a lack of enthusiasm no one moved until Sharon disappeared into the bathroom. 

“Greg, I don’t know what just happened,” said Jeff, leading Kate by the hand. “But we’ll be back in about 30 minutes to find out exactly what Sharon’s idea of a sleep over is.” 

Kate quietly followed with a smile and a wave goodbye.

***

Freshly scrubbed, Jeff knocked on their friend’s door. 

Greg answered, “Come in. Door’s open.” 

The corner table lamp was covered with a red scarf, giving the room a warm diffused glow. Greg sat on the end of their bed, wearing only silk pajama bottoms. Sharon was under the covers, lying on her stomach with her head turned away. 

“Welcome back,” said Greg, standing as they entered. “Sharon has decided to retire for the night.” His arm swept over her, indicating her presence as if she were invisible to them. “We’ve discussed the sleeping arrangements and she’s agreed to allow me my pleasures, within your personal limitations of course, as long as we all stay in this room. So it’s up to you guys on what happens next.”

Greg sat on the desktop, crossed his legs, put his hands on his knees and waited. 

Jeff and Kate looked at one another, looked at Sharon and then at Greg.

“Well,” Jeff began slowly, “What happened in college always seemed kinda natural. We’d share a room with another couple, I would become romantic with Kate and we’d just get involved, stealing glances and showing off with the other pair. Nothing so artificial as this situation.”

It didn’t take long for Kate to get the ball rolling. Not to be denied her college flashback, she removed the terrycloth robe to reveal a white-lace negligee.

In a hushed, almost reverential voice, Greg said, “Wow, you look marvelous, Kate. Like an angel.” 

The gossamer bodice left little to the imagination. Kate’s nipples and areolas were plainly visible, along with a small patch of chestnut pubic fuzz. Her trim legs flexed in the subdued light as she hung up the robe and then pulled the covers back on their bed. 

“Thank you, Greg,” she answered in a soft voice. “I think you boys are missing the whole point of our being here.”

Greg and Jeff looked at one another and shrugged before Greg asked, “How so?”

“Let me ask you a question, Greg. Who suggested we shower and spend the night in your room?” 

Everyone looked at he motionless bulge in bed.

Greg answered, “Sharon.”

Kate walked passed Greg and flicked the red scarf. “Who put this here?”

Jeff and Greg caught on where this line of questioning was headed. Greg’s face beamed excitement, “Sharon put that on while I was in the shower.”

“Oh really. That’s interesting.” Kate wandered back between the beds, her lithe body moved like a prowling cat. “Who is it that feels unattractive and yet is willing to let her friends fuck in front of her husband?”

Jeff hung up his robe and then jumped onto the open bed. Lying on his side, he propped his head on an elbow. The green boxers showed evidence of growing interest. “The answer is Sharon, again.”

Sharon remained motionless in the middle of the bed throughout this exchange; her head was the only body part exposed.

“Greg, what did she wear to bed?” asked Kate, sitting down beside the hidden body.

Greg sat on the other side and looked down at Sharon’s face. “Gee, I don’t know. She was already in bed when I came out of the bathroom.”

They all sat quiet, waiting. 

“It’s a woman’s right to say ‘no’,” said Kate, as she stood up. “Do agree, boys?”

“Absolutely.”

“Of course.”

Kate commanded, “Greg, grab the covers on your side.”

Together they peeled them back and exposed Sharon’s bare skin, down to the waist.

Jeff bounced off the other bed, turned up the room thermostat and then stood next to his wife. “Sharon has beautiful skin, Greg.”

Greg sat back down and stroked his wife’s honey hair down to the middle of her back until his left hand rested at the covers edge. “Yes, she does, very soft and smooth.” His penis bulged under the blue silk pants. 

Jeff fiddled with the ribbons on Kate’s negligee until the top was free and her chest was fully exposed. “What do you think of Kate?” he asked, pressing against her back and lifting each breast in a formal presentation. 

After thoughtful consideration, Greg met Kate’s hooded eyes and said, “She is lovely. Those nipples are amazing. They must feel incredible.”