7 comments/ 33268 views/ 8 favorites The Fire Within By: marriedpervs The fire within...... Those of you who know me are aware I work as a real estate director. I own my own agency here in Melbourne and now that the agency is set up properly, I have staff to do most of the busy work. This allows me to do the fun things I enjoy; large corporate deals, overseas contract negotiations, condominium and resort developments, and other such deals that my agency has become quite well reputed in handling. Two weeks ago I found myself away from home again, missing hubby, Steve. It was a lovely sunny day in Phuket and I was in the car being driven back to my hotel. I was staying at the Centara Grand beach Resort on the beach at Karon, my favourite resort in Thailand. My room was on the ground floor, one of the ones with it's own swimming pool which I insist upon when I stay there, because the heat and humidity make me all sweaty! I'd finished my business for the trip, and so needed to unwind. The driver dropped me at reception, and I walked to my room, tossing my keys and clutch on the counter as I took a long, cold soda water from the fridge. Just as I sipped the cool liquid, my phone rang. It was Steve. "Hi, baby!" I said, excited to hear his voice after four days alone. "Howdy, gorgeous. So, how'd it go? Nail them as usual?" His phrase amused me. "Not yet!" I quipped, teasing my husband. "You're hopeless", he said, "Can't you make one trip overseas without thinking about cock?" I giggled. "Honestly? Ummm.......nope!" We chatted like giddy schoolkids for half an hour, before I hung up after promising him I'd take him out for a special pre-xmas dinner when I got back the following weekend. I was due to fly out from Phuket to Hong Kong in two days time before heading back to Melbourne for a well-earned rest. A new deal was on the table in Honkers and I was due to make submission for the tender. I checked my watch and saw it was three in the afternoon. Looking outside I decided to head to the beach for some rays and to relax a while. I stripped out of my pants and blouse, removed my bra and grabbed my bikini. The thing I love about Phuket is the fact that us western women can wear thong style bikinis and not get hassled by the locals. Usually it's the other tourists that are an issue, but the Centara is right at the end of the beach and only the resort guests use the beach mainly. I had a lovely new bikini from Wicked Weasel that Steve had bought me a few months earlier, and so I put it on, grabbed my sunnies, hat, ipod and towel and threw my Havaianas on my feet and headed out the door. I didn't bother with sunscreen because I wasn't planning to stay too long and I also wanted to get that erotic little triangle tan line on my bum that Steve loves so much. As I walked from my room past the main pool, I noticed lots of kids splashing and playing in the water having fun. I loved the relaxed atmosphere of the hotel and almost forgot that my butt cheeks were fully exposed for all to see as I walked past the rows and rows of sun lounges towards the beach. My towel over my shoulder only hid one side, the other fully exposed. A fit looking dad sitting reading a magazine gasped audibly as I moved past him, and I snapped my head around, catching him staring. I smiled openly at him, my red lipstick smile directed straight at him as I gave my hips an extra wiggle for each of the next few steps as I approached the steps down to the main beach. Choosing a cabana lounge, I paid the attendant who promptly cleaned a few leaves off it and asked for my towel. Handing it to him, he laid it out carefully for me and then asked if I would like to order a drink. Slowly sitting down, allowing him a long stare at my thong-clad butt, I ordered a pina colada, my favourite, and sunk down into the lounge to relax and enjoy the warmth of the sun on my body. Now before you think I am some 25 year old playboy bunny, I need to explain something. I'm in my mid-forties these days, and financially independent, but happily married to Steve. I'm quite tall, standing 5'10" in bare feet, and with a slightly curvier body now than I had when I was 30. My boos are a natural 36C and I keep myself in good shape, and enjoy keeping my pussy trimmed neat and tidy, but with a teasing little tuft of hair above my clit, unlike the bald beavers so popular with the young kids these days. So I guess you'd call me a mature woman. That said, I am also acutely aware of my ability to still attract attention, and I delight in teasing men by wearing classy yet erotic outfits whenever suitable. The bikini I was wearing was a classic example. I spent the first half hour or so on my back, sitting up, listening to some music and sipping my cocktail. I don't know about you, but a good pina colada gets my juices flowing and before long I ordered another as I rolled over onto my stomach and got some sun on my back. I knew my butt was exposed in the thong swimsuit, but as I looked along the beach I noticed several other, much younger women also wearing g-string suits, and so didn't give it another thought as the attendant bought me the second cocktail. He lingered a while, and I shifted in my lounge just enough to make my butt cheeks shake a little, teasing him without really trying. By the time I finished the second cocktail, not only was I a little tipsy, feeling that delightful light-headedness of slight intoxication, but I was very hot, and needed to cool off in the water. Rising from my lounge, I stood and began to walk towards the water when I heard a low whistle. Ignoring it at first, I continued to walk towards the waves, until I heard a second, louder whistle, and decided to stop and investigate. Turning my head, I saw a chubby, pale-skinned man wearing tiny speedo style swimmers that barely covered his large-looking cock. I had to give this guy credit, he was not short of confidence considering his appearance! Deciding I wasn't interested in taking things further with him, I turned and continued down the sand until I felt the cool waves lapping at my ankles. I must have been a little sunburnt because the moment I jumped forward and dived into the waves I felt that tingling sensation reserved for very cold water on hot skin. I love it! A strong swimmer, I held my breath and did about twenty metres of underwater breaststroke before surfacing and wiping my hair back from my face, enjoying the exhilaration of the cool ocean on my body. I looked back up the beach and saw that Mr. Speedo was still there, his hands on his hips, watching every move I made. I was flattered, but also totally not interested as I was just wanting to relax and enjoy my own company. Swimming back to the shore I walked to my lounge and then, without using my towel, lay down on my back once more, the water dripping off my body and down between my thighs and boobs. I put on my sunnies, closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feeling of the sun as it began to dry me off. As I began to doze in my two-drink state in the sun, a voice from my left sounded. "That's quite a rack you got there, honey!" It was a southern USA drawl, and I really liked the sound of it. I have a thing for American men, particularly from the south, and their accent is enough to get my attention. Opening my eyes and glancing to my left to see the source of the compliment, I noticed it was Mr.Speedo! Damn, this guy was cocky for someone in such bad shape! I had to give this guy credit. "Excuse, me?" I said, feigning horror at his words. "Now, now. Don't go getting all hoighty toighty on me sugar. I's just admiring the view from where I was standing. I don't mean no harm. I just wanted to let y'all know I admired the view watchin' you swim and walk up and down the sand there. Names Marshall. Marshall Decker and I'm from Texas back in the old US of A ma'am." I lowered my sunglasses to take a closer look at Mr Sexy Voice, and realized my first impressions were in fact correct. Marshall Decker was in bad shape. "Well Marshall Decker, thank you for the kind words, I think. My name is Dee. Dee Bennett and I'm from Melbourne, Australia." As it turned out Marshall and I spent a while chatting and he was nothing like what my first impression of him had planted in my mind. On the contrary, he was charming, witty and we shared a fun hour or so telling each other what we did for a living, what our lives back home were like and generally enjoying each others company. After the sun began to dip towards the horizon I decided to head back and relax for the evening, but when I told Marshall, he surprised me by asking me to join him for dinner. I had no firm plans, and didn't think he was interested in anything other than a nice meal together as he was happily married to Dixie, knew I was married to Steve, and so we agreed he would come by my room at eight to pick me up. "Do I need to dress smart or just casual?" I asked, smiling as I waited for his response. "Hell pretty lady, you could wear just heels and go buck naked and I'd be happy as a hog in mud! But I guess you best not create a riot down here in ole' Phuket town so how about something classy and I'll choose us a nice place for some grub? See you at eight, Sugar!" As he walked off I smiled at myself and felt a little guilty for judging him so cruelly, based purely on his looks. He was lovely and I actually was looking forward to some company apart from businessmen with whom I'd spent the last few days negotiating. For those of you who know Patong Beach on the island of Phuket, you will know it is the place full of girly boys, pubs, strip clubs and generally a sexy, sleazy part of Thailand with a complete party atmosphere. Most of the bars are pretty cheap, and most people get horribly drunk and have a wild time with the local girls and girly boys. I love the atmosphere there, and enjoy it every time I come. Marshall's words about what to wear made me smile, and so I thought I would dress really elegantly, but also quite sexy, the kind of combination I think men enjoy when they take a woman out on the town. I chose a classic black mid-length dress and matched it with killer heels and a simple gold chain round my neck with hoop earrings. I had a small clutch purse and under my dress I chose a black satin thong panty. I knew the dress was slightly see-through in the right light, and I thought the hint of thong might just give Marshall a thrill or two, without being over the top slutty or cheap. Just after eight there was a knock on the door, and as I opened it, there was Marshall, dressed in a beautiful pair of trousers with a nice white button up shirt. His belly stuck out towards me like a big beach ball, but he looked handsome and he was wearing a fragrance I found pleasantly inviting. Perfumes are my 'thing' and I was intrigued that I was unable to tell what it was he was wearing. I was wearing John Paul Gaultier, and as Marshall took my hand and lead me towards the pathway leading to reception, he commented. "Man o Man! That sure is some sweeeeet perfume y'all wearin there sugar!" At reception I expected one of the modest taxi's that were based at the resort. Usually latest model Honda or Toyotas driven by handsome islanders in tailored suits. I was wrong. I have no idea where or how he managed it, but there was a Black Chrysler 300C waiting for us, complete with a huge, and I mean H-U-G-E black chauffeur who politely opened the door and helped me inside. The seats were leather and I marveled at the comfort of such luxury in the heat of the Phuket evening as Marshall climbed in the other side. "Where DID you find this car in Phuket?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "Well l'il lady, you can find just about anything if you know the right place to look or the right person to ask!" I smiled, and we enjoyed a chat as we drove off from the resort to wherever we were heading for dinner. Making our way into Patong Beach first, I presumed we would be heading to the main strip with all the restaurants and clubs. I've been there many times, having shared lots of fun with Steve, my hubby, and other business associated over the years along the length of Bangla Road. However, when we reached the usual turn in point, our chauffeur continued on past the new shopping complex and into the foothills. "So just where are you taking me for dinner?" I asked Marshall, starting to wonder if the idea of getting into a strange car with a virtual stranger in a foreign land might not have been such a wise idea. "Well, Sugar, we're heading to that there big ole place right on the top of that there cliff." Marshall was pointing at a building I had seen many times from the beach below, but had never been to. "OH? Is it a restaurant?" "Not exactly, honey. It's a home owned by a friend of mine and he runs a few businesses here in town and is having a cocktail party. He invited me to come but I felt awkward coming alone, and then when I saw you on that there beach wearin' next to nuthin' on that butt of yours, well I just HAD to bring you with me!" I smiled and relaxed back into the leather seats, realizing he was genuine in his comments, my mind at ease once more. When we turned off the main road as it wound its way up the mountainside, the driveway was a few hundred metres long. The property itself was incredible, and I knew instantly that this guy, whoever he was, had oodles of money! When the chauffeur stopped the car, there was a well dressed man in a suit to welcome us, and then, as Marshall and I stepped onto the front balcony of the beautiful home, a woman, dressed in an amazing red silk dress greeted us and invited us in. Marshall gently put a hand behind my back, escorting me inside, and as I looked around the massive entry foyer, he whispered in my ear, "Wait till you see the rest of the place!". I smiled, lost for words momentarily, and we entered into a large greeting room filled with guests all sipping champagne or mixed drinks. There must have been about twenty other people, and I noticed they were all immaculately dressed. I was glad to have worn my black dress and heels, as anything else would have been underdressed! The first hour or so was spent mingling with other people, enjoying some nibblies and sipping on gorgeous Moet champagne. Marshall was very jovial company and we had a nice time meeting new folks, and also a few that Marshall clearly knew. He was a true gentleman and introduced me to them all as a friend he had met recently which I guess was true. I started to feel relaxed and comfortable after my third champagne, and just as we were chatting with a middle-aged couple that Marshall knew, the woman in the red silk dress tapped a spoon on her glass and the large room went quiet. "Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight Mr Palini's home is yours to enjoy. As most of you know, each time we host a function here, you are welcome to enjoy the rooms as you see fit. To commence tonight's entertainment, please welcome the amazing Janice and Roy." I was intrigued. Her comments, though brief, were interesting to say the least. I wondered what she meant, but was soon distracted as a stunning young couple moved from behind a small curtain onto a raised platform covered with pillows on an elevated section of the room. "Well Sugar, you'll either enjoy this or I'm a bad judge of character!" said Marshall, clinking his glass to mine as we moved closer to see what they were going to do. The man, who I presumed was Roy, was wearing a pair of black trousers and nothing else. Janice was wearing a long shimmering silver gown and I could tell she had a stunning body, with what appeared to be large, natural boobs. Marshall was standing behind me over my right shoulder and I could just feel his belly touching me as the rest of the people there moved forward also and we were moved into a much tighter position in front of the stage area. I felt my face flush as I began to anticipate what the young couple on the stage might be there for. I was right. The next twenty minutes was amazing as the couple put on what can only be described as a full-on sex show. I watched and became increasingly aroused as Janice was stripped slowly, her naked body on show, before dropping to her knees, and in full view of us all, unzipped Roy's trousers and proceeded to suck him until he almost came in her mouth. I shifted nervously at that point, and realized that below Marshall's belly, his cock was now stiff and was pushing against the small of my back. Janice then removed Roy's trousers and they made love in a wonderfully erotic way as we all watched. I finished my champagne and my throat went dry at the instant his lovely cock pushed into her from behind, her mouth creating that incredibly sexy 'O' that a woman's lips shape when she is enjoying the moment of penetration. Marshall whispered in my ear, "Enjoying the show, Sugar?" I definitely was, and my nipples protruding against my dress told the truth of my arousal, but I was also nervous of where I was and what might be happening. "Yes, very much." I replied. "Good, because this is just the appetizer," replied Marshall, and before I knew it, his hand reached up and gently fondled my breast as he stood slightly behind me. I wanted to move, but the scene before me was stunningly erotic, and I was quite enjoying the feeling against my breast as my eyes went back to the fucking couple on the stage. As Marshall's confidence grew, his hand became more and more active as time went on. As I was transfixed watching Roy, with impressive stamina, pumping in and out of Janice as she remained on her hands and knees only a few metres in front of us, Marshall's other hand rose up and found my other breast, gently squeezing them and pulling me back against his now fully erect penis. He shifted in position until his cock was pressed between the cheeks of my ass as I watched the scene on the stage. My mind suddenly raced back to Steve, my husband, and I wondered what he would think of me standing there, in a sexy gown, slightly tipsy from the champagne, with a strange, chubby man pushing his cock between my cheeks and fondling my boobs in full view of the other guests who I now noticed were doing similar things. On the stage Janice suddenly stopped Roy, and motioned with her hand for someone else to join them. From behind the curtain, a second man appeared. He was totally naked, and he was also very black and completely clean shaven around his already swelling cock and balls. Marshall's hands pressed tighter on my boobs as the second man appeared, and he moaned audibly as he pulled me back against him, his cock yearning for more space between my dress-clad thighs. Unconsciously I parted my feet slightly, allowing his more room to push his cock a little further between my thighs. I was flustered by this time, but enjoying the combination of feelings and the visual display that was evolving before me. On stage Janice was now completely pinned between Roy's cock which was still fucking her with deep, slow strokes, and the new man's cock which she was now sucking. She was in the classic spit roast position and it made me fucking horny watching her being spoilt like that. I noticed a sudden movement to my left, and saw a woman in a purple gown being undressed by her partner, right in front of all of us. She was thin with small breasts and I stood transfixed as I watched her man remove his clothes too, and then start to kiss her forcefully as his penis stiffened and he thrust it between her thighs. I was flushed with heat, champagne and arousal, and wanted to watch the show on stage, but was aware that all around me people were also starting to get sexually aroused and involved. Suddenly, I was aware that my dress was being lifted from behind. I turned to look at Marshall, but it was not him. He smiled at me meekly, still holding and squeezing my boobs, as a stranger next to him paused momentarily to gauge my reaction to him lifting my dress. I hesitated for a moment, my breathing frozen in time, then closed my eyes, rolled my head back against Marshall's chest, and allowed the man to lift my dress above my waist as Marshall stepped back slightly to disengage his hard cock and allow the man to expose my thong clad ass cheeks to him and anyone else who might have been watching. The Fire Within I opened my eyes as I felt the coolness of the exposure of my legs and ass, and noticed that the woman and her two men were changing positions. Behind me, Marshall had repositioned his hard cock, still inside his trousers, but bulging lewdly against my butt cheeks and forcing it's way as far as he was able between by legs. The man holding up my dress reached forward and found the top of my panty, and suddenly I knew what he wanted to do. I gasped and looked down at him as he lowered the top of my thong and his fingers searched for my clit. Once again I closed my eyes, and as he managed to find the bulging clit he was searching for, I felt the hands move from my breasts. Marshall's hands were gone, but the sound of his zipper being undone made me realize what he was planning to do. I wondered what role the man now on his knees holding up my dress and playing with my clit might want to play, but I didn't care. The eroticness of the whole situation was getting to me and my body was on fire from within. My nipples were throbbing and the finger action on my clit was making me burn with the need to cum. Behind me Marshall was now releasing his cock from his underwear, his trousers now a puddle on the floor beneath him, and I awaited his next move with baited breath. Suddenly, there it was, the heat only a man's cock can provide, and he nudged the head of it against my cheeks. The burning desire to feel more of the heat. Combined with not only the fingers playing skilfully with my clit, but the scenes now all around me of people fucking on stage or starting to play with each other in the crowd was driving me sexually insane. Gone was any glimpse of concern for what my husband might think or feel if he knew his wife was being lustfully manhandled in virtual public. As the heat from Marshall's cock engulfed my brain and thoughts, I leaned forward, thrusting back with my ass, exposing my labia to the heat from his cock head. I moaned and almost stumbled to the ground the moment the bulbous head of his cock nudged it's way between my lips, searching for more of an opening. Suddenly, the man below me placed his hands on my hips, and leaned me forward even further, causing me to actually stumble. Luckily, without me realizing, a third man had moved in front of me, and he caught me, his hands firmly gripping my waist as I fell forward. Behind me, Marshall pushed with his hips, and the man below me actually parted my pussy lips, guiding the cock into the opening of my vagina, and it was there. I was now actually fucking Marshall. His cock felt amazingly hot, the way I love to feel cocks inside me and I wanted it more than anything at that very moment. The man in front of me leaned forward and kissed me, and without even thinking about it, my tongue shot out and we pashed like wildfire, our mouths and tongues entwined as Marshall began to pump his cock in and out nicely. The man on his knees then did what I love more than any feeling on earth. He started to lick my clit as I was being fucked and kissed at the same time. My boobs were now in the hands of the man in front of me as Marshall concentrated on his work from behind. My mind and body were a sea of sensitivity, the feelings washing over me like waves of desire as I took stock of what was happening. Here I was, semi-naked, my dress now lowered in a belt-like state around my waist, as a stranger sucked and played with my boobs as we kissed, a man licking my clit as several others now watched, and Marshall, the man I had met that day on the beach continues to fuck me with what was proving to be a lovely, and very capable, cock! I had certainly misjudged Marshall based on first impressions, his chubbiness initially causing me to dismiss him from my mind at the beach. As the fucking motion and the tongue on my clit started to being me towards an orgasm, the man in front of me stepped back. Unzipping his own trousers, he pulled out a cock that was very thin but quite long. It was intriguing and reminded me of one of those frozen icy poles you have in summer! I was hoping it tasted equally as good because, as I was still being doggie fucked standing up by Marshall, and the stranger sucked and licked my clit, I leaned forward and began to suck the cock of the thin cocked man. We must have made quite a scene, but as I momentarily looked up to see the woman on stage, Janice, now riding one cock and being fucked in the ass by the other, I cared little. In fact, I wanted to put on more of a show than Janice on stage, and this made my pussy burn as I started to really fuck Marshall back, hard and deep. The depth and savagery of my pumping caused Marshall to moan and grunt, and he held on to my hips for dear life as he tried to keep pace with my fucking. The guy who had his skinny cock in my mouth must have wondered what the fuck he was in for because suddenly I began to orgasm thanks to the wildly flickering tongue on my swollen clit and as I started to cum I jammed the skinny cock into my throat, stopping only as the balls were jammed against my chin, his cock all the way in my throat. I closed my eyes as the orgasm took control of my body, and for a moment I thought I would choke as the cock in my mouth began to spurt cum, burst after burst, directly into my mouth and throat and I bit down as the incredible sensation of orgasm took over my entire body. It was an incredible orgasm and when I managed to catch a breath and swallow the cum that had pooled in my mouth, I noticed everyone had stopped watching anything else and was watching me cum on the three men that were pleasuring me. My whole body convulsed a few more times as my orgasm washed over me and then Marshall started to really pump into me, until he too began to cum! Tearing his spurting cock from inside me, I gasped loudly as he jerked his cock all over my exposed back and sprayed me with what must have a been a year of cum! I was drenched! From somewhere to the left a woman with brunette hair appeared and after rubbing her hands all over my body, smearing Marshall's cum all over my back, hips and shoulders, she proceeded to lick and slurp the entire mess of cum from my body in a scene that can only be described as debaucherous! As she finished licking and kissing me clean, and then men withdrew, she kissed me on the lips and gently fondled my breasts in a moment of sheer bliss, our tongues flickering each other as we passionately kissed. Ten minutes later, Marshall took me by the hand to the bar, and we shared a refreshing drink before he took me by the hand and lead me out the back to a patio area which had a large spa and a swimming pool. Several couples were in the spa, kissing and fondling each other, but I needed to freshen up, and so, placing my dress, knickers and shoes on a sun lounge, I dived headlong into the cool water of the pool. It felt exhilarating after the heat of the last hour or so and under the water I rubbed myself clean all over, removing the remnants of cum and stickiness from the sweat our wild lovemaking had created. As I surfaced at the deep end of the pool, I looked back and saw Marshall standing in the shallow end, a huge smile on his face just watching me. Three days later I was relaxing with Steve around our own pool, the sun beating down on my skin as I relaxed from the flight home from the last stopover in Hong Kong. "So, tell me. How was your trip?" he asked. Turning to face him, a wicked smile came across my face as my nipples swelled and my loins became consumed by the heat from the fire within................. The Fire Within "I probably made a fool of myself," Roxanne Walter said to the empty kitchen as she leaned back against the door she had just closed behind herself. "There's no fool like an old fool - and I'm an old fool that talks to herself more and more all the time." In fact there had been no one around to talk to at the old farmhouse for several years. Her husband had left many years ago for someone else - someone younger, despite Roxanne doing everything in her power to keep her man, even agreeing to his demand that she have sex with the very woman he had been screwing while he watched. It hadn't worked. Now Roxanne was looking out the back window at the broad back of the man who was stacking the firewood he had delivered, and while she couldn't really afford the extra cost of having it stacked instead of just dumped in the yard, it was worth it to be around a man again for more than a brief minute. It was quite obvious that it had been quite a while since she had interacted with a man because even as she was doing it Roxanne had realized that her flirting was awkward and obvious. She winced when she thought about how many times she had mentioned to him that she was all alone out here and didn't have many friends. The man had been pleasant enough though and at least hadn't laughed at her efforts to act younger than her 58 years. "Why did you just tell him to come in and have his way with you?" Roxanne said while she watched the man coming around with the wheelbarrow full of wood. "Throwing yourself at a stranger like that. Who knows what kind of a man he is?" A black man for one thing, and while Roxanne hadn't known the color of the man she had ordered the wood from since then he was just a name - Ray - and a phone number in the Pennysaver ad, the pigmentation didn't really matter to Roxanne. After all her first time had been with a black man back when she had been very young, not even understanding what sex was all about. She had learned plenty that day alright and Roxanne smiled when she thought about the unlikely possibility that her first and last lovers ever would be black given the fact that folks of color were as rare as hen's teeth in these parts. "Your sex life would be like an Oreo if you had sex with him," Roxanne said to the window, with nothing but white in between the two black men that would serve as bookends to her sex life in the unlikely event that what she was thinking would actually take place anywhere but in her mind. "He probably doesn't even want you, but I can still imagine it," Roxanne mumbled as she looked at the barrel chested man who was probably about ten years her junior and had no idea of what was going on through her mind. He wasn't particularly handsome and when Roxanne first saw him get out of the truck he had looked downright scary in a way from a distance. Now having met the man, she thought that maybe he looked a little like a darker toned version of Morgan Freeman, and as she watched him wipe his brow on the uncommonly warm September day her eyes took in the sweat-stained denim work shirt. It was the end of the day and it looked like Ray had spent most of it busting his butt. A shiver went down her spine as she recalled his manly aroma when he had been walking around her outside, his pungent scent making her legs a little wobbly as she thought about what it would be like to wrap her arms around a sweaty man again. "Thank you Ray," Roxanne whispered as if he had been reading her mind, he took off the light blue shirt and set it aside. Burly, Roxanne noted as she looked as the broad chest and big arms of the man now clad in a wife beater t-shirt, the cotton drenched with perspiration and discolored a bit around the neck. "I'll wash it for you after I rip it off you," Roxanne said softly, and as she spoke Ray looked up at her almost as if he had heard her through the glass from out there. Startled, Roxanne managed a weak smile and a timid wave. Ray nodded an acknowledgement before disappearing again around the corner to get more wood, something he would probably have to do at least a couple of dozen more times before the cords were all stacked. "Talk about sweat," Roxanne told herself, since she noticed that she herself was wringing wet, having perspired right through her best house-dress that she had worn for the occasion, a bland red and white one that was only a couple years old. Roxanne hurried to the bathroom, shedding her clothes fast and ducking into the shower to rinse herself off quickly. She shook her head as she fantasied about the wood man charging into the house and savaging her in the shower, her hand scrubbing the dense bush between her legs as she daydreamed. After she rinsed off the lather she stepped out and grabbed a towel, and while Roxanne dried herself she looked at her reflection in the mirror, cringing when she saw what 58 years had done. "Not bad for your age," Roxanne told the mirror. "Not good either." Her eyes went to her breasts, the once perky titties having gotten a lot bigger over the years and now were bell-shaped and no longer stood straight out but hung down to her waist with fat nipples that were swollen from being scrubbed. Lower, Roxanne dried the jungle, and that was the only word to describe the untrimmed thicket that not only filled the delta but had started to creep onto her inner thighs. Henry had liked her hairy pussy back then, but back again he had also like the woman the fur was attached to as well. "Do you like a hairy pussy, Ray?" Roxanne asked the mirror and realized that these days all these girls shaved down there. "You're a century out of date Roxanne." The legs? Well, they aren't bad she concluded as she dried them, although when she saw the way her hips and butt had filled out a bit over the years it made her wince. "You used to be 34-24-36," Roxanne said as she remembered when her newlywed husband had measured her on their honeymoon, so proud of his hot young bride's body. "Now what? 44-34-46?" "Oh geez!" Roxanne muttered after she started brushing her hair and noticed her armpits, which hadn't been shaved in at least a year and looked it. She went to the towel closet and grabbed at the yellow bag with the Bic razors in them, but when she pulled it out she saw that it was empty except for one of the little yellow shields that covered the blade. After looking on the shelf in the shower and checking the medicine cabinet, she saw that there were no razors in there either. "Aha!" Roxanne trumpeted when she saw a safety razor on the very top shelf, apparently left by Henry as a parting gift, but it had been there so long it was stuck to the shelf and when she pulled it off she wasn't surprised to see the blade inside was rusted and worthless. "Oh brother," Roxanne said as she dried the thick tufts of dark brown hair before rolling a little deodorant into the thatches. "Hope you're open minded Ray." That first man decades ago hadn't minded she didn't shave under her arms, Roxanne reflected, although there was not all that much there back then. She didn't even have a razor back then but that man didn't mind. What was his name? Oscar? Oliver? "Your memory is going like the rest of you," Roxanne declared before admonishing herself to stop having conversations like this. "If Ray hears you talking to yourself he'll think you're nuts instead of just lonely - and desperate - and won't want you." Roxanne shook her head at being so presumptuous enough to think that this man wanted her. He probably had a woman and wanted to go home and relax, have dinner and screw all night. Probably. This wasn't the first time she had planned something like this. Her life had become full of these fantasies regarding men; the mailman, passersby or guys in the grocery store. None had ever happened or even come close, but her daydreams were better than watching soap operas. There had been that one time when she had hoped the guy that brought the propane was being more than just friendly when he made his deliveries, but he had been in a hurry when he refused her offer to join her for a cup of coffee, or maybe just wasn't interested. She picked up her clothes from the floor and after a moment of thought she tossed the things in the hamper and put on her worn bathrobe before going back to the window where Ray was still working, still sweating and blissfully unaware of what was going through her head. How long had it been since she had been with a man? At least three years. That time two winters ago didn't count when around the holidays she summoned up the courage to go into that dive bar in a nearby town. The place was a dump and the clientele wasn't much better, a mix of sad old men and young punks. After batting her eyes at the more human looking guys while nursing 50 cent drafts, at last some kid that looked like Alfred E. Newman spent fifty cents on her. Better than nothing, Roxanne had thought at the time but she was wrong. Two beers later she was outside with this guy and although she wasn't crazy about him she was so hurting that she found herself telling him she didn't live that far away if he was interested in keeping the night going. "No time," he had said while bringing her into the the alley next to the bar, and the next thing she knew she was kneeling in the snow while the kid took his cock out and told her to suck it. She had. That was the level of her despair two days before Christmas, to be reduced to giving head to somebody she had never seen before and would hopefully never see again. She had sucked the skinny dick until he came in her mouth, not even stopping when she heard snickers from people staggering out of the bar out on the sidewalk, and then he was gone without even helping her up. "Later," was his parting word. That was all he had said and that was the last time Roxanne had ventured into the bar scene. Then there was the time that she tried to meet people down at the church and a guy about her age engaged her in conversation, saying that maybe he could stop by her house and chat with her. Who would have thought all he really did want to just sit there and pray? And that look on his face when she had put her hand on his thigh? Roxanne jumped when she heard the screen door slam out in the kitchen, and then she heard Ray calling out to tell her he was done. In a minute he would be gone. "Left your receipt on the table, Mrs. Walter," his bass voice announced as she heard him walking through the house looking for her. "There was five dollars too much in the envelope you gave me, so I left it there with the receipt." "Mrs. Walter, are you..." was what Ray said as he came to the bedroom doorway while pulling his work gloves off, and when he saw the woman standing in the middle of the bedroom utterly naked with her bathrobe on the floor, he took a step back and apologized. "No," Roxanne said, wanting to tell him to stay but unable to get out any more than that. Ray stood there and eventually raised his eyes, her gaze going up from the floor and up the naked woman's body until their eyes met while Roxanne tried to send this virtual stranger a message that she didn't have the courage to say aloud. Please don't leave. I'll do anything to satisfy you. Things that no other woman would even consider. I'm really kinky even if I don't look it. Just don't leave. At least take a step into the room so I don't have to chase you. Please? The silence was deafening and lasted for an eternity for Roxanne, who found herself bringing her arms up to shield her breasts somewhat as she realized how utterly shameless she was standing there naked, a silly gesture since he had seen everything there was to see already. "I know I'm not much to look at," Roxanne heard herself saying. "No no Mrs. Walter," Ray was saying and then when he took a couple of steps towards Roxanne she matched his movement until they were just a couple of feet apart, close enough for Roxanne to feel the heat emanating from the burly man's body. "You're a fine looking lady. More than fine. It's just that I'm all sweaty." "I know," Roxanne said as his manly scent filled the room. "I could come back later and..." "No. I want you like this," Roxanne said as she reached up to the man's chest, because not only didn't she want him to leave and maybe never come back but also because she really did revel a man in this condition, dripping with fresh sweat and exuding testosterone. "I like you like you are." Her hand slid up from the damp cotton and onto the shiny black skin while she took the last step that brought them together, and then Roxanne was leaning forward and kissing his collarbone and the salty skin of his thick neck while pulling the shirt out from where it was tucked into his work pants. Roxanne managed to peel the clinging cotton off of him, and as she tossed the shirt aside she grabbed the right wrist and kept it up behind his head while leaning upwards and kissing what was a massive bicep with a faint race of a old tattoo on the outside. "Mmm..." Roxanne mumbled as she kissed her way from the muscle and into Ray's armpit where she let her tongue slide over the pungent patch of coarse black hairs that filled the muscled crater, her body shivering as she inhaled the testosterone and pheromones while devouring his armpit. Just then Roxanne noticed that Ray was looking at her and realized that she had been making noises that must have sounded feral and bizarre to the man, but he wasn't laughing when their eyes met. "Feels nice Mrs. Walter," he said with a smile. "Feels really nice." "Roxanne," she said softly while her heart pounded so loud she thought he had to hear it. "Roxy. Either." "Okay Roxanne. Feels nice Roxanne," Ray sighed as she used his free hand to ease her head back to where it had been. "Real nice." When she felt what seemed like a billy club poking into her hip she knew that he wasn't just saying he was liking it, and this made Roxanne's licking and chewing even crazier. She tried to undo Ray's belt while still climbing over him, and when it finally came free she yanked the baggy trousers down to his knees before reaching under the elastic of his boxers. "Omigod," Roxanne moaned when her hand found a cock that was not only hard but absurdly thick, a hot and spongy organ and was beginning to pulsate in her grasp. "Let me..." Ray was saying as he stepped back and out of his trousers before yanking his boxer shorts down, exposing to her eyes what she had only felt, a cock that was just as impressive in its length as it had been in its thickness. "It'll tear me apart," Roxanne mumbled, and suddenly realized that instead of just thinking it she had said it, but if Ray had heard her he didn't say anything as he waltzed her over to the bed while kissing her. Roxanne felt the edge of the mattress behind her legs just before she was eased down to the bedding, and then she felt a thick finger sliding inside of her very wet sex "No - now," Roxanne pleaded when she thought Ray was going to go down on her, because although she used to love foreplay it was going to hurt no matter what and besides, there was no way she could wait another second for it. Ray climbed up over Roxanne who already had her legs spread wide, and after he rubbed the knob of his cock up and down the hairy opening he pushed it in. Roxanne knew he was trying to be gentle but when he finally forced his manhood into her it felt like it had that day in the barn with that man the first time. "Don't you stop!" Roxanne yelled when she thought Ray was about to when he probably noticed it was hurting her, and she arched her back and screamed as the burly man pushed his member almost all the way in before sliding back out. "Yeah!" Roxanne cried out joyfully as she wrapped her legs around the sweaty body that had mounted her, and for the next few minutes what happened was more like a savage ritual instead of lovemaking. Ray was pounding into Roxanne so hard that not only did he drive her almost off the other side of the king size bed but they had manged to move the entire frame along the floor in the process. They were grunting and snarling like animals, their sweat flying as Roxanne clawed at Ray's back when she came the first time, and it was good that there were no other houses anywhere nearby or else her howling would have brought the authorities on the double. Roxanne came again just as Ray let loose a roar while filling her with his seed, and even after he was done coming Roxanne kept his cock in her as it deflated, clamping her sore pussy around the spongy cock until it eventually slipped out. "You a crazy lady Mrs. - I mean Roxanne," Ray said. "I mean that in a good way." "You're probably right," Roxanne said as she gripped Ray's biceps and looked up at the face that was no longer scary looking and was fighting back tears when she continued. "I know what you must think of me. I'm really not like this - well maybe I am but it's been so long and I've been so lonely." "I'm not judging you baby," Ray said as he eased down next to her. "Hell, I know lonely. Been a rough couple years since my wife passed. "Oh. Sorry about that. Wish mine had died instead of just leaving me for somebody better," Roxanne said. "Different. Not better," Ray said as he brushed a tear from the side of her face. "I want you again," Roxanne said as she propped herself up on one elbow and ran her hand over the crinkly black and silver fur on his man boobs, kissing the fat nipple and feeling it stiffen in her mouth. "Say, my spirit is willing but the flesh might not be," Ray chuckled. "When was 18 - maybe but being 58..." "You're 58?" Roxanne said. "Oh gee, I thought I was way older than you. I'm 58 too." "So you are older than me after all," Ray chortled when they compared birth dates and found Roxanne was two months older. "Bet I can get you up again," she giggled as she lifted Ray's other arm and nuzzled her face into the warm moist pocket. "Damn, never experienced that before today," Ray said as their eyes met while Roxanne licked the fur. "Weird, I know. Guess I have a thing for sweaty guys with hairy armpits. Fresh sweat though, not old b.o. on a smelly guy and it's even better for me if I caused it," Roxanne sheepishly admitted before going back to Ray's nipple. "Fine by me. You're a hairy one yourself Roxy," Ray said as he reached under her arm and played with the long brown hairs. "Sorry," Roxanne blushed. "Forgot about that." "Don't be sorry," Ray said. "Have to admit I've always liked women with a little fur on them. This stuff about bald pussies and the like? Makes them look like little girls. I like women who look like women." "Excuse me," Roxanne said as she began nibbling her way down from Ray's broad chest and over his slight belly until she came face to face with what had made her pussy sore. Even flaccid Ray's cock was intimidating to Roxanne. Not a pretty piece of manhood by any stretch, his uncut member was like a wrinkled and vein riddled snake with a bulbous head straining underneath the long foreskin and was bigger than anything Roxanne had even encountered before. Bringing her hand down between his thick thighs, she began rolling his meaty nuts in her palm while letting her tongue slide up and down the underside of Ray's cock as it rested on his stomach, toying with the vein riddled roots of the organ before opening her mouth wide. "Mmm... that's really nice Roxy," Ray sighed as he stroked her hair. "Just need a little more time between rounds these days." "We'll see about that," Roxanne said as she climbed down and knelt between Ray's legs with her hands on his raised knees. "Love the view," Ray said as he nodded at her pendulous breasts which swung down towards his crotch. "Them's some big titties you got there. Wouldn't mind sticking my dick between them. Maybe up under your arm too." The Fire Within "That's kinky," Roxanne said with a salacious grin. "I thought I was the only weird one in the room. You seem to be open minded." "Hard to offend me," Ray suggested. "Really?" Roxanne said, and after Ray nodded she reached down and grabbed him behind the knees and swung his legs over her shoulders while pushing upward. "What you doing Roxanne?" Ray said, and when he felt her licking his balls he chuckled. "Oh, now I see." "Not done yet," Roxanne said after sucking the sweaty nuts clean, and then she was pushing his backside even further up while telling him to spread his legs wide. "Oh my word!" Ray howled as he grabbed the backs of his thighs. "You nasty girl!" "Nasty good or nasty bad?" came the voice from the crack of his ass. "You know the answer to that girl," Ray cackled as he felt Roxanne's tongue sliding over his balloon knot, and when she poked the tip of it into his anus and worked it in as deep as she could he squealed with delight. "Shit - I'm hard again!" Ray was gasping after a minute, with Roxanne's hand just reaching around and discovering that just then, but when she started jerking the shaft Ray told her to stop. "Climb on me babe," Ray said, and Roxanne climbed out from under him and straddled the monolith that Ray was hold upright. "Oh man!" Roxanne cried out as she slowly lowered herself down on the meaty organ, impaling herself with Ray's massive manhood which was fully revived. "Yeah - you got it girl. Ride me!" Ray said as he steadied Roxanne with his hands on her hips until she got rocking. "Oh man you look so sweet there with them tits swaying. Play with them for me." "Like this?" Roxanne cooed as she cupped the pendulous globes and kneaded them while impaling herself even further down on the throbbing cock that filled her pussy. "Oh yeah! That's so hot." Ray said as he thrust himself up into her. "Oooh! Roxanne gasped. "Lift your arms up for me, Roxy," Ray gasped. "That's it. Damn, those pits are sexy - so hairy. Run your hand though the hair. Yeah. That's it." "You like that huh? How about this then?" Roxanne asked before twisting her head over to the side. "Oh man. You gonna make me cum of you keep that up!" Ray cackled as he watched Roxanne licking her own armpit. "Not yet you don't!" Roxanne cried out. "Hold it. I'm so close to cumming too!" "Can't hold back..." Ray gasped as he closed his eyes and tried not to cum, but when he felt his tool get crushed as Roxanne came there was no stopping it as his cock jerked and spat inside Roxanne once more. "Whew," Roxanne said as she held herself upright with her hands on Ray's chest. "Your eyes are crossed," Ray declared as he laughed at sight of the thoroughly disheveled woman on his lap. "Oh!" Roxanne gasped as Ray's cock slipped out of her, and as she gingerly climbed off of Ray for a second she feared that what was pouring out of her pussy was blood or something but it was just cum hanging like icicles from her pubic hair. She looked at the bed which was a mess, with the mattress almost off the box spring and the sheets wet with sweat and everything else possible and then down at the man who had helped her cause the mess. "Be back," Roxanne said, and after she waddled into the bathroom she looked at her reflection in the medicine cabinet and in the harsh light felt ashamed at the things she had done back in there. "Penny for your thoughts," Ray said as he appeared in the mirror looking over her shoulder. "You'd be getting ripped off," she retorted. "I gotta go," Ray said as he nodded to the toilet. "Go ahead," Roxanne said, and after he lifted the seat she came up behind him. "Need help?" "Be my guest," Ray said as she took his cock in her hand and shook it while standing at his hip. "This right?" Roxanne asked. "Save the shaking for the end," Ray said. "Just skin it back a little and pull on it. Takes a while for me to get going these days." "Feels like elastic," Roxanne giggled as she pulled it downward, and then a tinkle started and that soon turned into a torrent as his flow caused bubbles in the bowl. "Neat. Been so long since I held one of these that I forgot how much fun they can be." "Uh, you can stop shaking it whenever you want," Ray said after she had wiggled and pulled long after he was done. "It's dead now for sure." "Okay," Roxanne said as she reluctantly let go for his cock. "Watching that made me have to go too though." "Can I watch?" Ray asked. "Not much to see." "There is if you stand up," Ray said. "Straddle the bowl and let her rip." "Like this? Okay. Might take a minute. Not used to an audience," Roxanne confessed. "Take your time." "Here goes," Roxanne said as a little dribbled out, and then eventually her pee flowed freely while Ray smiled. "Could you see anything?" Roxanne said. "A little - here let me," Ray said as he took the toilet paper and dabbed it between her legs lightly. "I could have gotten a better look if I was down there between your legs." "How..." "I could lay in the tub and you could - you know?" Ray said. "You never do that to a guy?" "No." "I guess then that nobody has gone on you either?" "No." "Harmless. You pee on the guy's chest and then after that hey, you're in the shower already," Ray shrugged. "Just something I like every once in a while for shits and giggles, but it's not for everybody." "You should have said something before I went," Roxanne said. "You would have done that?" "Gone on you? Yeah, I guess so. Don't know if I'm ready for the other but I'll do anything to please my man, especially when they make me cum like you did in there," Roxanne said. "Kinda weird I know," Ray admitted. "Look Ray, I just got done chewing on your armpits and licking your asshole," Roxanne said with a grin. "I can't make judgments on somebody else's kinks." "Well maybe tomorrow after I get done work I can stop by again," Ray mused. "I'd like that, if I'm healed by then," she said as her insides reminded her of what they had done, and not to mention her aching jaws. "Be glad to take you out to eat," Ray suggested. "I know people might talk and all..." "It wouldn't be possible for me to care less about what people say or think about me. Nobody's given a damn before so screw them." "Maybe around 630 or so," Ray suggested. "Give me a chance to go home and..." "No need. Come right after you're done work," Roxanne said. "You can have your shower later." "Where have you been hiding girl?" Ray said while he put his arms around her. "Been right here all along," Roxanne said as they embraced. "Waiting for you. I think." *** thank you for reading