0 comments/ 20767 views/ 3 favorites Another Man's... By: Mr James Everything started normally that day; a weekend beckoned and I had planned to slip out of the city for a couple of days. My bag was packed and I was savouring my second coffee of the day when I heard the soft knocking on my front door. Opening door slowly, I saw Kelly, my neighbour, standing on the doorstep. She was clutching a tissue, twisting it into shreds as she wound it around her fingers. We got on well, a necessity when the apartment walls were thin enough for us to hear each other's arguments. Occasionally she had borrowed ingredients when she had run out and her husband, Mark, shared my taste for single malt whiskies. I had never seen her like this, upset and on the brink of tears. "Andrew, can I come in? I need to talk to you," Kelly whispered. I stood aside and gestured for her to step over the threshold. Closing the door, I followed her into the lounge and waited as she lowered herself onto the comfortable couch. She sighed as she sat down and I belatedly remembered my manners. "Can I get you a drink, coffee, juice?" I asked. "Coffee would be nice, if you have decaff," she replied. "No problem," I assured her. In the kitchen I busied myself with ground coffee, an expensive decaffeinated blend that I knew she liked and pondered what she might want to talk to me about. I placed the cafetiere, cream, sugar, and a plate of cookies on a tray and carried it through to the lounge. Setting the tray on the low table I leaned over and poured two mugs of coffee, pushing one towards her, with the cream and sugar. Kelly poured a heavy dollop of cream into her mug and stirred it slowly, seeming to take comfort in the warmth of the drink. Sitting opposite, I waited patiently for her to explain. As I waited I let my gaze drift over her body. The glow of her pregnancy still shone in her complexion; her breasts and belly were swollen under her thin cotton tee-shirt, with the dark smudges of her engorged nipples showing through the material. Kelly had always been attractive but now her ripe breasts and curved belly combined to make her beautiful. Kelly sipped her coffee and lowered her mug, looking at mw over the rim, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "It's Mark," she said, a throaty catch in her voice, "he's having an affair." I hid the shock in my expression as I questioned her gently, "are you sure?" "Yes, I found a receipt in his jacket. He had paid for a hotel room." Her voice was trembling now and I could tell that it was taking all of her strength not to sob. "We had a huge fight about it, you couldn't have known, you were out. He left and spent the night with her. He said it's my own fault that he has to get sex with her, because I'm fat and ugly" I crossed over and sat next to Kelly, carefully encircling her shoulders with my arm and leaning her against my chest. I felt her hot tears soaking into the front of my shirt as her shoulders shook with her silent sobbing. I stroked her long silky black hair with my other hand, gentle soothing motions that slowly calmed her distress. "He's an idiot," I murmured into her ear, "you have never been more beautiful than you are now, even more so than when I first saw you." Kelly's arms snaked around my waist and her hands pressed against the small of my back as she drew herself closer to me. I imagined that she could hear and feel my heart pounding as she rested her head against my chest. I could smell the fresh scent of her hair and feel the warmth of her body as I ran my hand over the cascade of hair that tumbled down her back. I felt the tension slowly ebbing out of her body as my rhythmic caresses soothed her, until she was breathing deeply, and the tears had dried on my shirt. Gradually, she pushed herself away and sat up, her eyes red and puffy fro her tears. I left my arm draped across her shoulders, stroking the back of her neck, watching her as she regained her composure. At last she turned to face me, looking down at her hands as she worried at a loose thread on her skirt. Her voice was still husky with tears but her words were clear. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I didn't mean to dump the crying woman bit on you, but I needed someone to listen and you have always been so... kind." Reaching out, I gently lifted Kelly's chin, so that I could look into her eyes. I could still detect a sheen of tears, making the green of her irises shine luminously. "You don't have anything to apologise for," I told her, gently, "You aren't fat and ugly. You're pregnant and I think you're beautiful." Kelly blushed, a wave of dusky rose staining her cheeks and neck, turning her creamily pale skin pink and she lowered her eyes, the long lashes forming a curtain that she looked through. I really couldn't help myself and I leaned over to brush my lips across her mouth. For a moment her lips remained closed, not clamped tight but not responding to the caress of my kiss, either. Then they curved, with a little quiver, into a smile and parted, ever so slightly. I was tempted to thrust deep into her mouth but, wisely, I contented myself with a gentle flick of my tongue across her lips. Kelly closed her eyes and rested her hands on my forearms, leaning into the kiss. I felt her lips opening wider and the tip of her tongue brushed against mine. Reaching for her, I rested my hands on Kelly's waist, caressing the curves of her hips and belly through the thin material of her tee-shirt. Kelly sighed into my mouth, a low susurration that was almost a moan. Her eyelids fluttered and opened, her eyes widening as we moved apart, my hands lingering, reluctant to lose the feel of her body beneath my fingertips. "I'm sorry," I breathed, just loud enough for her to hear, "I shouldn't have done that, no matter how much I wanted to." ""Don't be sorry," Kelly whispered, "I know I shouldn't have let you but... It's been so long since anyone made me feel wanted. Mark hasn't touched me since I told him I was pregnant." "What? Not even a kiss?" "It's true, he says that I'm fat and repulsive with my belly and boobs hanging out." Kelly twisted her fingers in her lap, her head low and her expression hidden by a curtain of silky black hair. I reached forward, very slowly and rested my hand on the curve of her belly, slowly stroking it through the thin cotton. Gradually, a little with each stroke, the material rode upwards, exposing her bare skin. I caressed the roundness of her belly and the protruding belly button, making her giggle as my fingertips brushed against it. Leaning forward, I kissed her again, harder this time, my tongue slipping easily into her mouth and tasting the sweetness of her kiss. She moaned softly as I stroked her belly, slipping my hand beneath the hem of her tee-shirt and sliding it higher, so that I could cup my palm against her full breasts. I could feel he weight of her breasts, pressing her nipples against the silky cups of her bra, the nipples easily felt through the material. Kelly shifted slightly on the sofa and pressed her breast against my hand, even as she sucked my tongue into her hot mouth. I spread my fingers slightly, brushing my thumb against the point of her nipple and was rewarded with another soft moan into my mouth. I could feel her tremble against me as we kissed, both of us consumed with hot need. We broke away, gasping and flushed, Kelly panting a little. Words were unnecessary as I reached out and took her hand standing up and pulling her slowly to her feet. She held onto my hand as I led her out of the lounge and along to the bedroom door, following me along the corridor until I stopped with my hand on the doorknob. I turned to face her and looked into her eyes, seeing a spark of need and desire flickering in her gaze. Her fingers tightened around mine and she stepped imperceptibly closer to me. Opening the door, I led Kelly inside guided her over to the bed. She sank down onto the covers and looked up at me, her hands on the bed at either side of her. I leaned over and kissed her hungrily, feeling her arms snaking around my neck. Breaking the kiss, I peeled her tee-shirt upwards, over her head, to reveal her swollen breasts and belly. The points of her nipples pressed against the silk of her bra, while her tender aureoles showed as dark smudges through the material Running my hand over her belly to cup her breast, I could feel the twitch of her muscles responding to my caress, just beneath the skin. She moaned softly against my neck and her arms tightened around me, pulling me closer. Gently, I pushed her back easing her down until she was lying on my bed, her feet still on the floor. My hand slipped lower, until my fingers were resting on her thigh and I could slowly ease the hem of her skirt upwards, over her knee, by plucking gently at the material. At last, my hand was on the bare skin of her thigh, just above her knee, and I could caress the silky skin with my fingertips. My mouth was still busy, planting tiny kisses across her lips and along her jaw, moving back until my lips were brushing the skin behind her ear and I could gently nip at her earlobe. Kelly moaned encouragement and I slid my hand higher, the tips of my fingers just brushing the edge of her silky pubic hair that had escaped from the side of her cotton panties. Kelly eased her thighs apart, letting my hand glide easily over her skin until my fingertips could press against the material that covered her pussy. I felt warm breath on my ear, as she turned her head and bit gently at the side of my neck. I pressed harder against her cotton panties, feeling the lips of her pussy through the material and stroking the length of her moistening slit. My fingers found the firm nub of her clit and I pinched, very gently, making her gasp as a gush of sweet, sticky liquid stained the white cotton. Kelly reached down and pushed the waist of her skirt down her thighs, letting me catch hold and draw it slowly the rest of the way, past her knees and off onto the floor. Kelly hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties and eased them over her hips, exposing the dark bush of her pubes, glistening with her juices. I could smell the scent of her in the air, sharp and slightly musky, as I reached between her thighs to ease my fingertip into her pussy. Kelly stiffened and a hot flood bathed my fingertips, even before I had slid my finger further than the first knuckle. Her nipples were pressing against the silk cups of her bra, looking squashed against the material. I caught her breast in my hand, feeling the point of her nipple against my palm, and squeezed gently, then ran my fingers slowly along the edge of the cups, teasing her hot flesh. As my fingertips lingered in the valley between her breasts I discovered the fastenings and my fingers slowly unhooked them, one by one, letting the cups fall away and Kelly's breasts sag a little. "Andrew, she whispered," her breath a caress on my ear, "will you...?" She did not need to finish her sentence; her body's responses had already betrayed her, signalling her desperate need. I was determined, though, to make her ask and I slowly ran my fingertips down her belly to the button of her clit. "Kelly, will I what?" I asked. "Will you... make love to me?" I considered making her ask again, even beg, but Kelly had already reached down and pulled my hand against her, forcing my finger into her bubbling pussy. I could feel her body responding, gripping my finger in a slick, silky embrace; my cock responded, stiffening in my pants as my finger slid between her lips. I moved away and pulled my shirt over my head, before unfastening my pants and kicking them off. My briefs followed, allowing my erect cock to spring out. I laid on the bed, next to Kelly, and leaned over to kiss the side of her neck, my lips trailing over her skin down the slope of her breasts, until I could take her nipple in my mouth and taste her. Kelly whimpered softly as her nipple hardened and I nipped at it gently, just grazing the length with the edges of my teeth. She turned on to her side, facing me, offering me her swollen nipples to suckle on, and reached down between us; her searching hands felt cool against the hot skin of my cock and I felt the pressure of her fingertips, as she curled her hands against my heavy balls in my smooth shaven sac. My hands skated over the convexity of her belly, feeling the skin stretched as tightly as a drum, and dipped between her thighs. I could feel the slickness of her juices matting the soft covering of hair and the pout of her pussy as she pressed forward against my hand; her hands were busy too, stroking the length of my cock and caressing the swollen head until I throbbed in her grip. Gently, I turned Kelly over, so that I could press myself against her back and reach around to caress her breasts and belly, while my cock was pressed against her. I could feel the points of her nipples against my palms and the taut curve of her bottom rubbed against the length of my cock until I thought my balls would burst. Kelly seemed to read my mind and she reached behind to guide my cock between her thighs; the tip nuzzling between the lips of her pussy brought simultaneous groans to our mouths, the caress of my breath making her shiver delightfully. I pushed forward, my hands holding Kelly's hips, to ease more of my cock into her pussy. She drew a deep shuddering breath as I entered her, filling the moist tunnel of her sex, feeling her stretching to fit me inside; obviously her lusts had been unsatisfied for far too long. As my cock slid deeper inside her, I stroked the tips of my fingers under the curve of her belly, seeking out the hard berry of her clit. A gasp of pleasure was my reward, with a tightening of her pussy around my cock, as my fingers brushed, then stroked and pulled at her clit. I felt Kelly's back arch against me, pressing her buttocks into my loins, and my cock slid deeper into her pussy. A gush of stickiness flooded her thighs and along the cleft between her buttocks. Sliding my hand around, I slid my fingers between her cheeks and caressed the ring of her anus with my fingertips. Kelly drew a sharp breath in as my middle finger pressed against the opening and I gently eased the tip into her anus. Kelly turned her head, her eyes widening, as I probed gently and her pussy gripped my cock tighter. "No, don't," She whispered, "I don't like it like that, it hurts." "Trust me," I murmured, "I'll be very gentle." Kelly's pussy was rippling against my cock and, after a moment of panic where she had clenched her anus tightly around my exploring finger, she relaxed; not a surrender, but a wordless acknowledgement that I hadn't really hurt her after all. I thrust my cock slowly and rhythmically into her seething pussy, feeling it gripping my shaft like a silken hand; at the same time I worked my finger to the same rhythm, probing deeper and deeper into her hot tight rectum. It only took seconds for Kelly to start arching backwards, opening both her pussy and her anus for me to penetrate her more deeply. My cock was buried to the base inside her pussy and every thrust forced more of her juices out from between her lips to moisten her bottom and thighs. Every movement of my cock made her groan softly with pleasure and, when I pressed my finger into her bottom as far as I could; she stiffened and cried out as an orgasm rushed through her body. I waited until she had her breath back and her body had stopped trembling, then I eased my swollen cock out of her pussy. The head was shiny and the shaft of my cock glistened wetly with her juices; I knew that the effect of her orgasm would make her receptive to my cock in her anus. She felt my fingers gently easing her buttocks apart, the ring of her anus winking invitingly. Although my finger was no longer probing her rectum, the tight ring was no longer tightly clenched and, when I pushed the tip of my cock against her rear opening, she pressed back encouragingly. Taking hold of my cock at the root, I guided the tip to the loosened rosebud of Kelly's anus and pressed forward slowly but steadily. I felt her arch her back and heard her moan softly as the head of my cock stretched her tight anal ring. The head of my cock popped inside her ad she cried out in surprise and a momentary frisson of pain; then she realised that my cock was inside her anus and relaxed again. Slowly I increased the pressure, feeling my cock sliding deeper between the cheeks of her bottom until my sac was pressed against her round bottom. With my cock embedded in her bottom, I reached around and began to stroke her clit and play with her nipples, feeling the throb of blood as I tormented her. She squirmed, moving on my cock and feeling the changes in pressure and angle as she wriggled. Holding her hips tight, I began the sawing motion that I knew would drive my cock deeper and deeper until I was fucking her tight arse mercilessly and every thrust made her tremble with the aftershocks of her orgasm. As my cock swelled and stiffened inside her I felt the surge of semen from my balls pumping into her bottom, filling her to overflowing, until it seeped stickily onto her thighs. I eased my softening cock out of her and held her in my arms, waiting until the trembling subsided and she was resting, holding my arms wrapped around her. That was the last time Mark and Kelly rowed, except for that night when she told him that she was leaving him and moving in with me. Now she and her son, Benjamin, live with me and Kelly and I are working on making him a little brother or sister... Another Man's Wife There ain't nothing better in a man's life to have a woman to love, but there's nothing worse when that woman tells you that she doesn't love you anymore. I'll never forget the day when my lovely wife Catherine told me that she was leaving me for someone else. It went something like this, although my recollection may not be completely accurate for obvious reasons. On Friday the 5th March 2005 at five pm in the evening, I arrived home from work just like any other day. I was surprised to see Catherine's car in the driveway loaded with suitcases, for I wasn't aware that she was going on any trips. It was only when I entered our house that I realised something was wrong, the look on Catherine's face was something I'll not forget. She asked me to sit down and then told me that she was leaving me. I sat stupefied as Catherine told me that she'd been having an affair for the past three months, and her love for the new man in her life was such that she was going to move in with him. When I asked who the new man was, I was told it was her new manager in the real estate company she worked for. With tears running down my face, I asked and then begged her to stay. And then with tears in her eyes, she whispered sorry and walked out of the door and my life. I had no idea that Catherine was having an affair, sure she worked late at nights and put extra hours in during the weekends, but that's what real estate people do. I thought our marriage was bullet proof, we had the same up and downs as any marriage, but never anything major. Catherine was a rock of woman, attractive, strong and confident with a wicked sense of humour. The sight of her Amazonian curved body still made me hard after twenty years of marriage, and our love making was something else. There wasn't anything that Catherine wouldn't try between husband and wife. But to be told that Jimmy Keller, Catherine's manager now had her forever and I didn't, was simply unthinkable. I don't know how long I sat in the lounge pondering my life without Catherine, I must have cried for hours, for it was dark when I eventually came to my senses. I can remember at the time, the horrible image of Jimmy between her legs, and the mounting desperation to bring her home for me to love and cherish was paramount. I would do anything, anything at all to have her back; I would forgive her without question. All I needed to do was to talk to her and surely she would see reason. I just had to act. I tracked down Jimmy's address in the phonebook, and soon found myself outside his house. Sure enough, Catherine's Toyota was parked in the driveway beside a new Ford. With my heart in my mouth, I walked up to the footpath towards the front door. It was one of those flashy houses where you walk past large gardens and lounge windows to get to the front door; but the sight through the partially closed curtains stopped me dead. There in the lounge sat Catherine and Jimmy, their embrace passionate and strong. I stepped from the path and into the garden close to the window to get a better view, the lights inside the room shielding me from my dark hiding place. I watched with a crying heart as Jimmy's hands stole under my wife's dress and slowly removed her panties. I watched as my lovely Catherine positioned herself on the couch and opened her legs wide for another man. I watched as Jimmy removed his clothes and slipped between her legs. And I watched as Catherine reached hold of his large erection and placed it between her submissive thighs. My heart died as Catherine wrapped her lovely legs around Jimmy, and then kissed him deeply. And only then, could I no longer watch anymore, for I knew in heart my Catherine was now gone from my life forever. I'd never been much of a drinker, but sometime later I lay in the bath with an empty bourbon bottle between my legs, I think it had been half full when I started. In my hand was a loaded small frame Smith & Wesson handgun. Three times, the short barrel had been in my mouth and my finger on the trigger, and three times I had decided on one more swig of bourbon before I did the unthinkable. It was hard to fathom that my life had turned from damn near perfect to suicidal in a few short hours. But now the bottle was empty, and there was no excuse left for me on which to ponder. I closed my eyes and placed the now warm barrel into my mouth. I took the first pressure of the trigger and let my mind wander back through my life, and was just about to apply the final squeeze to end my misery, when the phone rang. The shrill ringing brought me to my senses, and for some unknown reason, I climbed from the bath and answered the hallway phone. It was my good friends John and Susan that saved my life that night, for when they heard my uncontrollable weeping; they arrived at my house within a minute. Susan ignored my nakedness and covered me with towel before consoling me. As for John, well he picked up the Smith & Wesson and emptied the cartridges into his left pocket before putting the handgun in the right; I never ever saw it again. Now its times like these when you find out who your real friends are. For the next two days, I was not left alone for a single minute. The suicide watch made sure that I didn't get one chance to harm myself. Even people who I thought were more Catherine's friends than mine, volunteered their help and support, and for that I will be eternally grateful. With their help, I began the long road to rebuilding my life without Catherine; and to be honest it wasn't without a few mistakes along the way, namely the use of call girls. It took a while for me to come to the conclusion that sex without emotion is little satisfaction. The journey back to some sort of normality was hard and painful, the sleepless nights, the lack of concentration and the feeling of loss and hopelessness. I would only have to see a happy couple laughing or holding hands, and I would fall slowly into a state of depression. But gradually and day by day, I lifted my head above the gloom and despondency. Probably one of the biggest things that helped was exercise, for I took up running with a vengeance, something I hadn't done since high school. But the euphoria of beating a previous time and distance was like a medicine for my pain, and as the months passed by, I thankfully thought less and less about Catherine. In saying that, I have to confess to the odd tearful lapse, something hard for a grown man to admit. My social life was well organised for me, and there was never a weekend that I didn't receive an invite from friends, although the opportunities to meet the opposite sex was limited and probably unwanted on my part. The thought of another relationship was still too hard to bear. I couldn't tell you when Kelsey and Adam moved into the house next door. One day the old neighbours were there, and the next thing I knew, there were foreigners living there. In those days, I don't think I was particularly sociable and apart from the odd wave and distant hello while mowing the lawns or the frequent coming and goings, there wasn't too much interaction between us. That all changed one Saturday, when Kelsey approached me as I was returning from my morning run and asked if she could join me sometimes. She told me that she liked to run, but didn't like to do so by herself, our neighbourhood was generally pretty safe, but there'd been the odd problem with lone women joggers receiving unwanted attention. As much as I wanted to say no, it was kind of difficult to do so. So I smiled and replied that would be okay, but later cursing as the last thing I wanted was to be slowed down by some unfit pretender. The following day, Kelsey met me at the gate dressed very sensibly in good running shoes, baggy track pants and a loose shirt. Her longish hair had been tied back in a pony tail showing off a pretty but makeup-less face. Within two minutes, I realised that I'd made a serious mistake, for Kelsey set out at a quick pace and then settled down into an effortless gait which I had trouble keeping up with. After the first fifteen minutes, I had to ask Kelsey to slow down before I busted a boiler. I wasn't surprised to learn that she'd been a competitive long distance runner, good enough to be once considered for selection for the Olympics, but not good enough to be chosen. Over the following months, Kelsey pushed and coached me in both style and stamina, and had me achieving distances that I'd never considered possible. During our runs, we gradually became friends and got to know more about each other. I told her about Catherine and what had happened, even about the suicide attempt. I was surprised at her reaction; she just stopped running and looked at me for a few seconds with big sad eyes, then gave me a little smile and my arm a little squeeze before setting off again. In turn, Kelsey told me about herself and Adam. She inferred that they had left their previous town because of trouble; I would later find out that Adam had witnessed a drive by shooting, and they were now in the witness protection scheme to avoid retribution by the gang who committed the crime. As time went on, we talked about our interests, things like movies and music. Kelsey implied that they didn't go out too much and pretty much kept to themselves. On one of our excursions, Kelsey mentioned in passing that their computer had died, and since I worked in the industry, I offered my services. Later that afternoon, I went over to their house to diagnose and replace a failed power supply. My simple favour was repaid with an invitation for a meal, and it was at that time that I got to know Adam a little better. We had lots in common, sport and fast cars; we disagreed on politics and spent many an hour in so-called debate on that particular subject. Stupid thing was that we were both too stubborn to be swayed by the other's argument, but it was still good fun. My failed marriage came up a couple of times, Adam already knew about my suicide attempt from Kelsey, which didn't surprise me at all. He put his arm around me and told me that nothing is worth that, and that every time I laughed since then was proof. Looking back, I never thought about the fact that Kelsey and Adam were kind of mismatched; he was a little older and carried around a substantial paunch from eating and drinking too much. On the other hand, Kelsey was one of those people who cared about her appearance and health. But not once did I ever see or hear her nag Adam about his extravagant intake. I was usually invited for a meal a couple of times a week, which I accepted but ensured I never outstayed my welcome. It was a Wednesday night invite that things took a strange turn. We'd finished eating and the three of us remained at the table socialising over a rather nice red wine when Adam turned to me and grinned. "What do think of my Kelsey?" "She runs too fast." I replied with some humour. "Do you think she's attractive?" "Doesn't look too good in the mornings, the old track suit pants she wear's makes her arse look big. I'm usually behind her and its all I get to see." I replied. Kelsey kicked me under the table and glared at me. Her husband laughed when I pulled a face and rubbed my injured leg. "So, you don't think my wife is attractive?" I looked over at Kelsey and was surprised to see a nervous look on her pretty face instead of the sarcastic grin I was expecting. Where was this going I asked myself? "Yes, she's attractive." I replied. "How about desirable?" Adam asked. "Do you find my wife desirable?" I placed my glass on the table and looked at them in turn, "I don't think I can remember what desirable is. Can you tell me what this is all about?" Adam sighed and sat back in his chair, "I've got a problem with the old waterworks." he confessed. "Seems the old prostate ain't in good condition, the drugs I'm taking have rendered me useless in the old erection department. Pretty serious I'm advised; the doctors told me that I won't be able to perform the old humpty dumpty for a while." "How does this affect me?" I asked. "Be patient, I'm getting there." Adam suggested. "Thing is, that Kelsey loves sex, and I ain't going to be able to do it, well for a while anyway. What we're wondering is, whether you'd help out so to speak." I sat back in silence for a few seconds, "Are you asking what I think you're asking? "What I'm asking is; that you take Kelsey to bed and have sex with her until I come right." "You're kidding, right?" I muttered. "Nope, I'm deadly serious." Adam replied. "Kelsey needs a lot of lovin; I don't want her running around town on me. If she's going to have sex, I want it to be someone I know and trust, and I want her to be safe. I'm perfectly comfortable if that man was you. There's no catches, it will be with my blessing." I scratched me head in wonderment, "I'm not sure I believe this, it's certainly something to think about." Adam grinned, then began to stack the dinner plates and carry them from the table, "The longer you think about it, the more complicated it will become. I'll take these out while you two have a little chat about it." I looked over at Kelsey to find her smiling at my discomfort. "It's okay by me, what do you think?" she asked before taking a sip of her wine. "Dunno, what's the downside to all of this?" "Well, the sex could be terrible, but I don't think that'll be the case. I like you, but I don't love you. So it will just be casual sex, not a relationship or anything." "Could you have sex without a relationship?" I asked Kelsey nodded her head, "No problem. Look, I hate the word nymphomaniac, but the truth is that I need to get laid on a regular basis. I just want some straight sex without the baggage that normally comes with it. The way I see it, we can get together a couple of times a week and have a bit of fun, nothing more than that. That I can manage, question is, can you?" I thought about it for a couple of seconds, "I think so, but what about Adam?" "This was his idea, there's nothing kinky about it, he doesn't wanna watch or anything like that. All this may seem strange; but he just wants me to be happy." Adam returned from the kitchen and sat down again, "So, how's the negotiations going?" "Nearly there." Kelsey replied. "Just discussing any repercussions." He turned to me and smiled, "When was the last time you got laid? Just take Kelsey in there and have some fun. There'll be no repercussions from this end." "You sure?" "Absolutely, so off you go, just make sure you do a good job of it." Kelsey stood and offered me her hand; I gingerly stood and let myself be led from the dining room into a bedroom. Kelsey turned the light on then dimmed it down a little before turning to me. Up until now, there's hasn't been any need to describe Kelsey, but I suppose I'd better take the time to do so now. She would stand medium height; her straight shoulder length hair was neither blonde nor dark, just a light shade of brown. She was naturally pretty with a small splattering of freckles over her nose, I'd never got close enough to notice what colour her eyes were, either light green or blue I guess. It was hard to say what her figure was like, for she always wore baggy clothes, when we were out running she wore track suit pants and loose tops. When around the house, her clothes were conservative, or maybe I hadn't really taken any notice. All I knew was she wasn't big. But now I stood transfixed as Kelsey pulled her yellow top over her head and tossed it for me to catch, she let my eyes take in her light blue bra for a few seconds before unzipping her jeans. Letting them slide down her legs, she then stepped out of them. I could now see that her body was lean but curvy, her waist narrow and her stomach flat under matching blue panties. Her thighs were round and shapely with toned muscle, below, her calf muscles well defined. Her body was a contrast of shades, her arms and lower legs tanned; her thighs paler with her stomach a perfect cream. Sensing my nervousness, Kelsey then stepped to me and nuzzled my neck, "Its okay, lets just take this one step at a time." She lifted my shirt over my head and disposed of it before undoing my belt buckle and pushing my trousers down. I was embarrassed, for the first time in my life I stood in front of a near nude and attractive woman without an erection. But Kelsey smiled and then kissed me on the cheek before her mouth found mine; our tongues met and explored each other. Her body moulded into mine and I savoured the feel of warm skin for the first time in nearly a year. It was an almost strange emotion; for I hadn't touched someone with any sort of affection since Catherine left me. Sure, I had done it with call girls in the early days, but there was no kissing or any other sort of affection involved or allowed. I allowed my hands to touch her and trace her smooth skin, only then noticing that she was trembling as much as I was. "Strip me." she soon asked between kisses. I fumbled with her bra for a few seconds before managing to release it; then slowly removed it from her body. Her breasts were small but pert, her nipples small, dark and erect. She lifted my hands to them and then sighed as I gently fondled them; she then coaxed my right hand down to her panties. I traced her panty line with my fingers for a few seconds before she encouraged me to kneel in front of her. With my face now level with her pussy, I then eased her panties downwards to her ankles. A triangle of dark hair now sat inches away from my face, the hairs strangely more straight than curly. I could see the inverted V of lips through her thatch before they disappeared between her thighs. Then Kelsey moved away and crawled onto the bed, and patted the sheet beside her. "C'mon, I won't bite." she assured me. With some trepidation, I joined Kelsey, our first kisses both tender and passionate, with our hands we caressed and explored. My thoughts went to her husband in the next room, and wondered what he might be thinking at this moment. She eased me over onto my back and slid her body over mine, her thighs wide over my torso as she lowered herself so that her pussy was over my still limp cock. I could feel the wetness of her arousal on my cock, and closed my eyes in embarrassing disappointment at my lack of response. But Kelsey was determined, and began kissing her way down my body, nipples and belly button. I felt her take my cock in hand, and then the warmth of her tongue over its length before she took it fully into her mouth. And only then did I feel my cock rising to the occasion. "Mmmmmmm." Kelsey muttered as I hardened, her hand stroking the length for further encouragement. For the next few minutes, I lay back in splendour as Kelsey's velvet mouth worked the head of my cock with little licks and lots of suckling. From time to time, she would rub her face up and down the shaft before taking it back between her warm lips. Then, without warning, her body slipped upwards until her pussy was directly above my cock, and her hand guided it between her pussy lips. She lowered her mouth to mine before wriggling her pussy slowly downwards over my cock. Even though Kelsey was aroused, the tightness of her tunnel made the going slow. I could feel every little inch of her insides as she moved up down taking a little more each time, and her tongue stayed firmly in my mouth as she did so. Kelsey broke the kiss only when she began riding me, sitting up straight; she placed her hand around the base of my cock and lifted her pussy completely off it before plunging down on it again and again. I was worried that if she missed, something was going to get damaged, but each time she hit the target with absolute precision. She smiled as my hands wandered over her body tracing the line of her thighs and waist before venturing to her nipples. Another Man's Wife I enjoy other men's wives. I enjoy single women too but there's something special about a married one. Of course, it's that taste of forbidden fruit, knowing that when she opens her arms -- and legs -- to you she is breaking those sacred vows and you are taking something that was promised to another man alone. The only thing I can't decide is whether it's better if the husband knows or not. I remember a wedding last summer when some loud-mouth was bragging about a big deal he'd pulled off in the City, blissfully unaware that as his wife stood dutifully beside him my seed was trickling down her leg into the lacy tops of her stockings. It was there because fifteen minutes earlier she had been bent over the bed in my room upstairs, her red dress flipped up over her back as I emptied my balls into her. And I knew it was seeping down because her matching red thong was still in my pocket. Or is it better if the poor guy knows you're bedding his wife and you can see the look of defeat in his eyes that comes from knowing his wife has picked you as a superior male. And knowing his last thought every day must be to wonder if the lips he's kissing good night were wrapped around your cock just a few hours earlier. But the sweetest -- though the very rarest - is when the husband gets to watch his wife give herself to you. Which is why I was walking up the drive of a smart house in North London. I make my money in what you might call the credit control arm of the leisure sector and this was the home of Maurice Ross. He was quite a successful businessman, hence the house, but he was also a card player. As it happens he was quite a good card player, just not quite as good as he though he was, which explains why he owed us just over fifty grand. Normally we would not let a punter run up a tab like that but Maurie's game was import/export and there had been a time when we were trying to put together a little deal that we thought he might be able to help us with and a bit of extra leverage would not go amiss. But the deal fell through and now we wanted our money and Maurie was behind with the payments so I had come for a quiet word. When Maurie answered the door his first reaction was shock and a quick glance over his shoulder. "Er, Steve," he said. "Um, it's not really conveni......" I ignored him, shot him a crocodile smile and said: "Evening, Maurie. Mind if I come in?" and gave the door a firm, steady push. That forced Maurie back into the hallway and I brushed past him just as Mrs Ross came out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on a tea towel and asking "Who is it, darling?" She was wearing a white blouse, black trousers and flat shoes. Her blonde hair was held back with an Alice band. She looked every inch the posh suburban wife. I first met Sally Ross when we had a charity night at the club. All the regulars were there and most brought their wives or girlfriends. I noticed Maurie and his wife as soon as they came through the door. She was wearing a plain floor length blue dress, cut high at the throat and a simple pendant. In a room awash with fake tan cleavage and bling she was an island of sophistication and elegance. And I wanted her. As she stepped into the hallway she said good evening and I replied: "Good evening, Mrs Ross. I just dropped by to have a word with Maurie. A small business matter." She looked puzzled. "Business? On a Sunday evening? Wouldn't it wait until tomorrow?" then she looked a little more closely and added: "Haven't we met somewhere?" I smiled again. "Yes, Maurice introduced us. At the Castle Club last summer." She seemed to be trying to remember the club. "The casino?....." Then the penny dropped. Oh God, not again Maurice. How much this time?" Maurie looked from one to the other of us before saying; "Oh it's nothing, darling, I can take care of it, won't you come into my study, Steve." But she was having none of that and asked again in a dangerously firm tone "How much, Maurice?" Maurie still tried to bluster so I helped him out by telling her that it was fifty grand and watched the colour drain from her face. "My God, how could you be so stupid? You bloody idiot!" Then she turned to me and said: "We don't have that kind of money. You'll just have to wait." I put on my most reasonable voice to tell her that we had already been exceptionally patient but even our patience must eventually come to an end and we wanted the money. Now I'll give her her due she was not going to let herself be intimidated in her own hallway by the likes of me, though many would be. I find that in my line of work it pays to have what you might call 'a bit of a presence' so I have a couple of sessions a week in a boxing gym off the Old Kent Road, working the bags and sparring. It makes life easier, because if you look like you can handle yourself most people tend to behave themselves. But Sally Ross had been to public school and was the daughter of a brigadier, no less. Like I said, posh. She drew herself up and said: "How dare you come into my home threatening us! If you don't leave at once I'm calling the police" and began to head for the living room. Maurie did not know whether to be scared of me or proud of his wife so I leaned forward and quietly dropped my second bombshell on him. "Tasha might not like that." Tasha was a trim little croupier who worked for us. We did not generally approve of staff fraternising with customers but, as I said, Maurie had been a special case so we let it go. I'd thought Maurie was already ashen but he somehow managed to go even whiter at the mention of her name and dragged his wife back insisting there was no need for the police. He'd have been whiter still if he knew that in return for a small bonus and promise that it would not end up on the internet, she had let me install a couple of cameras in her flat to capture Maurie's less-than-impressive performance for posterity. As I said, we were keen to have a bit of leverage over him. Mrs Ross reluctantly came back, clearly recognising there was something going on here she did not understand and looking worried. At this point her hand went to a string of pearls at the throat of her white blouse. "Well, we don't have that kind of money available but I suppose I have some jewellery...." Again it was time for my sincere voice as I told her that ours was a strictly cash business. I'd hate Maurie to report anything stolen to get the insurance money and find myself holding stolen property. And then came the opening. "But there must be something...." Bingo! But careful. There was still time for this to slip away. I allowed my gaze to drop down her body and then come back up to her face. "Oh I can see something I like very much, Mrs Ross, but I hardly think...." For moment she was puzzled and then realised what I was insinuating. A flash of anger crossed her face and her hand came back to slap me. Thanks to all the boxing I think I could have gone into the kitchen and made myself a cup of tea and still had time to catch her arm which hit my palm with a meaty slap, followed by a small squeal from her. Unfortunately hearing his wife's little squeak made Maurie come over all Sir Galahad and he gallantly stepped towards me shouting: "Leave my wife alone". I've no idea what he thought he was going to do. He probably didn't know himself but just to be on the safe side I gave him a little tap in the midriff. It wasn't a hard punch, not really a punch at all but it was obviously a long time since Maurice had seen the inside of a gym and there was no resistance to my fist. The wind came out of him in a quiet wheeze and Maurie collapsed on the floor like a punctured balloon. That brought another squeak from Mrs Ross and she flung herself over him like a protective mother bird, She looked at me with venom and spat out: "Leave him alone, you bastard." She tut tutted over Maurie as he frantically tried to find some air to put back in his lungs and then looked up at me with a little less defiance and added; "Please don't hurt him. He's not like you" I said nothing while she tried to think and Maurie slowly found some oxygen. She seemed to come to a decision. "If I were to...," she began before drifting away. She took a deep breath herself and started again; "Supposing I were to let you, well you know, you promise not to hurt him? And then the debt would be paid.?" I tried to keep the sense of triumph from my face as I said: "Ah Mrs Ross. I don't want to be appear ungallant and if were up to me.... But I'm afraid £50,000 is rather a lot of money and my associates may not feel I had struck a very good bargain for them." I let the fear sink in before I added: "But perhaps if we came to such an arrangement I could overlook this missed payment and give you a couple of extra weeks to come up with it." I saw a bit of hope in her eyes before I went for the kill "However, I'm not sure that 'letting me' as you put it, would be very satisfactory. We'd need a bit of, shall we say, enthusiasm, on your part, wouldn't we?" She bit her lip and then whispered; "Very well" By now Maurie had got enough breathe back to object but she snapped back; "Oh shut up Maurice. Isn't it bad enough I have to whore myself to a thug like this for you without you whining? Or do you want him to break your kneecaps?" Break his kneecaps? Where do people get these ideas? The idea of turning up at Maurie's house was to let him see that nowhere was safe till he paid up. Where might I pop up next? At his office? The golf club? His Masonic Lodge? But I'd no intention of touching his kneecaps. People start turning up are A&E with that sort of thing and the Old Bill starts taking an interest. Our licence was worth far more to us than Maurie's fifty grand. But this did not seem the time to correct her as things were going so well. Nor did I correct her description of me as a thug and I did not bother telling her I had an honours degree in economics from a highly respected university and had picked my industry with some care. The old defiance came back as she said; "Very well. Let's get it over with" Not quite the enthusiasm I'd been hoping for but never mind. I looked around the hall and told Maurie to bring a chair that was standing there. She looked horrified and said: "You don't expect me to do this in front of my husband, do you?" Again I gave her my reasonable face and pointed out that this was a lesson for Maurie and he needed to see what trouble he had brought on himself and her. Besides I wanted Maurie where I could keep an eye on him. She made towards the living room but I said we should go upstairs. The first room we went to was obviously a guest room so I insisted we use her bedroom. Their marriage bed. I thought Maurie looked like a man in shock as I took a packet of cable ties from my pocket and swiftly fastened his arms to the chair, followed by his ankles before he'd really worked out what was happening. Wonderful things, cable ties. So quick to slip on. That's why the Old Bill use them as handcuffs and for me they are so innocent. These had been bought from an accessory shop that afternoon. If anyone asked why I had them they were for a DIY job at home. Not for tying a husband to a chair while I had the pleasure of his wife. Mrs Ross looked at me and asked: "How do you want to do this. I mean what do we...." I helped her out by suggesting she may be a little overdressed. She gave me a withering look and then began to undo the buttons of her blouse. Once it was open she pulled if from that waistband of her trousers and slipped it down her arms. In an ideal world she would have been wearing a basque and suspenders but she was dressed for a quiet evening at home with her hubby in front of the telly so the white bra was pleasant enough but quite plain. When her trousers followed the knickers were slightly mumsy too, despite the lace rims and instead of stockings she was wearing those ridiculous pop socks that come up to the knee. I loved her spirit though and the way she looked me right in the eyes as she unclipped her bra and tossed it aside. Her breasts were perfect. Full B or or maybe jut C cups with exactly the right amount of give to sit a bit lower on her chest. Not sticking forward like those fake plastic jobs but with just enough weight and shape. She put her thumbs into the sides of her knickers and with only the slightest hesitation pushed them down. I was delighted to see that Mrs Ross was a natural blonde and that, although neatly trimmed, her bush covered all of her mound rather than one of those silly little landing strips that some women think are sexy but really just make them look like out of work porn actresses. She was not giving an inch. She made no attempt to cover herself but instead challenged me: "Now who's overdressed? Not gone shy all of a sudden, have we?" I was going to enjoy this. I slipped off my suit jacket and undid my tie, quickly followed by my shirt, socks and trousers. The hours I've put in the gym have given me a pretty good body so I let her take a good look at it before suggesting she might like to help with my boxers that were already tenting nicely with the thought of the pleasure to come. She came forward and stopped as if suddenly remembering something. "You'll have to wear something. I'm not on the Pill. Maurice had the snip during his first marriage so you'll need to wear a thingy." It was a bit late for that. "Mrs Ross, I did not come her expecting to be doing this so I'm afraid I'm a bit ill equipped with thingies, as you call them. We'll just have to do our best......or we could revert to Plan A" I added with a raised eyebrow. That flustered her. "No. No don't hurt him. Promise you'll pull out. No, in fact let me suck you instead. I'll let you come in my mouth. Just don't hurt him." At this point Maurie seemed to come to life and began telling her not to. It was all getting a bit out of hand so I picked up Mrs Ross's knickers from the floor, stuffed them in his mouth and used one of the pop socks to tie it in place. At least it was bit muffled if nothing else. I turned back to Mrs Ross and asked : "Now what were you suggesting?" and pushed her gently but firmly to her knees, her face inches from my groin. She reached forward, took the waistband of my boxers in her hands and slowly pulled them down and I stepped out of them. I'm no porn star but I am comfortably above average length and thickness and, having seen the tape of Maurie and Tasha, all three of us knew that Mrs Ross was about to receive rather more than she was used to getting from poor old Maurie. At first she just looked at it. It had drooped a bit during the distraction of gagging of Maurie but was rapidly growing again and I said quietly; "Kiss it, Mrs Ross" putting my had behind her head and drawing her lips forward. As they touched the head of my cock she kissed it and then moved he lips a little to kiss it again. Her tongue came out and she began to give little cat licks around the head and under the rim. A pearl of per-cum appeared and she licked that too. Then she slipped the head into her mouth and I felt her tongue caressing the head before she began a gentle in and out motion. She seemed to have decided to try to get me off with her mouth to avoid a fucking and I was happy to let her try. For a while. I'd deliberately turned sideways on to Maurie so he could see my cock disappearing into his wife's mouth and her lips travelled up and down my shaft, now glistening with her saliva. Her hand came up to cradle my balls and I grunted for her to lick them Her hand kept wanking me as her tongue slid down the shaft and then flicked across my sack. She really was a fabulous cock sucker, completely wasted on Maurie, and I let her make love to my cock until I was almost coming and then pulled out of her mouth and lifted her to her feet. "Mrs Ross, I do believe you are trying to make me come, But that was not our deal" I turned her to the bed and lay her across it. "Besides, fair exchange....." I knelt between her legs and eased her thighs apart taking a good look at her pussy before leaning forward and inhaling her secret scent. She smelled delicious, tangy and musky, as a woman should. I licked her lips and gently sucked them into my mouth, I pushed my tongue inside her savouring her for a few minutes. She seemed to be getting wetter as I worked on her before moving on to her clitoris. She tried to resist, saying "No. No" but I carried on until, despite her efforts not to in front of her husband, she came. I climbed onto the bed and pulled her on top of me and pulled her face towards me and kissed her. At first she kept her lips closed until I reminded her "Enthusiasm, Mrs Ross, don't forget the enthusiasm" and she let my tongue into her mouth. All the time she had been straddling me, her thighs either side of my hips I had been rubbing my cock against her, letting Maurie see just how close my cock was to his wife's defenceless pussy and now it was time. I reached down and rubbed it up and down her lips, still slippery from my saliva and her orgasm. As if on cue she said again; "Promise you won't come inside me. Promise you'll pull out" the perfect reminder for him that her womb was completely at my mercy and my naked cock was about to invade his unprotected wife. To prolong the moment I let my head slide in and out of her lips a couple of times before I gave a more determined push and slowly drove the full length inside her and began to thrust. After a while I pushed Mrs Ross upright so she was fully impaled and Maurie had the perfect vantage point to see his wife completely filled with my cock. She winced and said: "Be careful. You're too big. It's going too deep." That must have hurt Maurie, knowing my bigger cock was visiting parts of his wife he had never known. But by now I was getting close and rolled her onto her back, letting my cock come out just for the sheer pleasure of letting Maurie see me put it back in. I was riding high so that he could see what was happening. I could feel my sperm rising and my thrusting became more erratic. Mrs Ross realised what was about to happen and shouted: "Pull out!" She tried to wriggle free but with one of my arms round her shoulders and the other hooked under her knee she had no escape and with a series of deep grunts I emptied my balls deep inside her. With each spasm I gave a thrust so that Maurie could be in no doubt that with each one a few million more sperm were heading in search of her completely unprotected eggs. It felt perfect. "You fucking bastard," she said but I ignored her, too busy relishing the moment. Finally I rolled off her but pulled her close and hooked my leg over her thigh to open her legs and let Maurie see my sperm leaking from her. He looked a broken man. He had been punched to the floor, tied to a chair in his own bedroom and made to watch helplessly as his wife was inseminated and possibly impregnated by a bigger, stronger male in his own marriage bed. Mrs Ross said: "Let me go. I need to get rid of this" but I held her tight. "The damage is done, Mrs Ross but on the subject of cleaning up I wonder if you might do the honours". I gently pushed her head down and she meekly went to my groin and gently sucked and licked me clean' I looked over her blonde head into Maurie's eyes as his wife's mouth enveloped my cock and cleaned our mingled juices. And I winked at him. But it was time to go. I climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed and said: "Don't get up Maurie, Your lovely wife can see me out. Well it's been a lovely evening. In fact I almost hope you miss the next instalment and we can do it all over again. Mrs Ross can cut you free once I've gone" Mrs Ross, still naked, followed me out of the bedroom and down the the front hall. As we reached the door she hissed: "What did you hit him for? That wasn't in the script" Another Man's Wife I spread my arms in mock innocence. "Sally, that was self-defence. The silly bugger was going to take a swing at me. Anyway, talking of scripts, you were fantastic. Real Oscar material." She snorted: "None of this pantomime would have been necessary if your bloody condom hadn't split" "Or you'd been on the Pill," I countered. "Anyway everyone's got what they wanted. Maurie got the lesson you wanted, you've got the baby Maurie couldn't give you, he thinks you got pregnant saving his kneecaps and we got to make love as nature intended." "Yes and let's not forget you got to do your whole Alpha male thing. Vanquishing the weak and mating with his female. You really got off on that, didn't you? I've never known you so hard before. The right of the conqueror down the ages, eh?." "Well you did want him taught a lesson." "Yes. It's just a shame he doesn't realise the lesson he needs to learn is to keep his dick in his pants and out of little sluts" That seemed a bit harsh on Tasha. Time to change the subject. "When can I see you again?" "I can get away on Tuesday. I'll see you at the flat around 2? Now go. I've a husband to cut loose. Unless I decide to cut the brainless bastard's dick off instead." It sounded like Maurie's evening might be about to get even worse.