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The Bulb

By: warmhoney1



The phone was ringing as she hurried quickly through the door, setting the groceries on the kitchen counter. 

"Hello," she gasped, trying to catch her breath. 

"Hey!" he laughed. "What're you breathing so hard for Did ya start without me" 

Wrinkling her nose, she had to giggle. "No, silly," she answered. I was unloading groceries.....but if you WANT me to, starting without you is not a problem." 

He laughed and replied, "Well babe, you know where the toys are. I'll catch up with you when I get home." 

"You wish!!!!" she chuckled. "Go work. I love you. Bye." 

Her mind roamed as she put supper on to cook. She recalled the short conversation with him, and nodded absently. She walked into the bathroom off the bedroom and pulled the bag out, hanging it on the shower rod. Then she rummaged around until she found what she was looking for......the bulb syringe. Smiling, she washed it carefully and filled it. Then she filled the bowl he kept there just for that purpose, and quickly removed her jeans and panties. A short squirt of Ivory into the bowl, and she was ready. 

She knelt on the towel and spread her legs just enough to open her cheeks as she lubed her anus, inserting her finger as far as she could reach. She coated the tip of the bulb and took a deep breath, bearing down. Leaning over, she pushed the tip in and moaned as her sphincter tightened around it. She allowed herself the luxury of time, and waited until she relaxed enough to take the rest of the nozzle. When it was all the way in, she gave the bulb a good hard squeeze and trembled as she felt the water flow deep into her rectum. 

He stood in the doorway, watching as she struggled with the bulb.He shed his clothes as he walked through the bedroom. Moaning, she relentlessly kept trying until she felt his hand caress her butt. Want some help" he asked quietly. 

She nodded, biting her lip to keep from whimpering. "Please," she whispered. 

He helped her to her feet and taking the towel, spred it over the closed lid on the commode. Sitting down, he gently pulled her over his lap. 

"Now," he said, running his hand over her cheeks and down to tease her dripping puss. He felt the hard nub that was her clit and chuckled. "You really did a good job of starting without me hon." 

She could feel him harden as he touched her, but she wanted the bulb. "Please," she pleaded softly, "Please." 

He filled the bulb and teased her bum as he slid the nozzle home. She relaxed against him and sighed. It felt so good to let someone else do it. Within minutes she was full and could hold no more. "I need to go," she said, and he didn't encourage her to take more. He wasn't sure how much she had taken before he got home. 

Raising the lid she sat quickly and he stood in front of her, rubbing her back as she expelled in torrents. Looking up at him, she reached for him and he backed away slightly. "No," he grinned. "I have plans for this." 

After she finished, she stepped into the shower to wash off and he handed her a towel as he kissed her hungrily. She was dripping and more than ready for him, as he turned her to the wall and entered her. He had known he wouldn't make it to the bed with her. She leaned against the wall, pushing back to take him deeper and cried out, "Fuck my ass!!!" Pulling out, he needed no lube as he pressed against her well dilated anus, sliding in. 

He groaned as he felt the velvet vice clench around him, increasing his pace. She matched him stroke for stroke, and they cried out as they exploded one after the other in shuddering climax. 

She slid to the floor as he knelt beside her. "You okay" he asked, brushing her hair from her damp face. Nodding happily, she replied, "Yes." 

She glanced over at the bulb. "You're not angry with me" 

"Why would I be" he asked, puzzled. 

"For using your bulb." she answered. 

He grinned, and shook his head. "Nahhh," he said. "It can be sterilized, but I just may have to bust your ass to teach you to wait." 

"Anytime," she giggled, kissing him. "I love being a bad girl with you." 

The Bull



"So you mean to tell me, that the whole time I was fucking your wife, you were in the closet, listening to the entire thing," John asked the couple sitting nervously before him. "From the moment we walked in from the bar, you were in there listening the whole time."

John was pissed. It was very clear now why it was so easy to get this woman home the other night, but he wasn't one to trifle with by including him in some bizarre sex thing. Fuck that notion. He didn't want to think of some geek in a closet pulling on his dick while John was plowing his wife. But that's exactly what had happened. 

He'd looked her up on Facebook when he got home, seen her status as being married, and looked at a lot of pictures of her with her husband. Traveling, remodeling, all the normal shit. When he called her later that night, he asked if she was divorced or separated or what. She said she was still married. That pissed him John off, and he yelled at her saying that he didn't want the hassle of fucking some guy's wife, and she could pick a different guy to cheat on the unlucky motherfucker next time. 

And then she told him no, that it was all right, that the husband knew, and was there the whole time. That it was his idea. 

John simply hung the phone up without another word, and drove directly over to her house. When he knocked, the man- who John learned was Stephen- opened the door, and John walked right in. Stephen was surprised and nervous, and yelled for Melanie to come. And when she did, John told the two of them to sit the fuck down. 

"Dude, I fucked your wife in the ass," John continued, incredulous. "You were in there listening to that?"

And John had fucked her in the ass. She was tall for a woman, long and lean. Nice small tits and a tight ass that took him a while to get into, but once he had she... collapsed, is what it seemed like to John. Even though she was laying on her belly, once his cock slid all the way in she just gave in to the pleasure and let it rule her, while she yelled- at first. After a while she only whimpered and twitched when she was cumming, saying, yes, please when John asked if she wanted her asshole filled up with cum.

Stephen was looking down at the carpet on his floor, embarrassed. His hands were folded together. He had a nice watch, John observed, and was wearing a button down dress shirt and a tie still. He had probably gotten home from work not long ago. 

"I'm sorry, John," Stephen said. "It was a fantasy of ours, and we should have told you. We should have told you."

"You're God damn right you should have!" John yelled, taking a couple of steps towards the couple. 

"I'm sorry, John!" Melanie yelled, as Stephen put his arms around her protectively. 

"Go sit over there!" John ordered her. "I want to talk to this pussy and I want him to hear me."

Stephen nodded to her, and Melanie got up and walked across the room and sat in the chair. She leaned forward in it, scared at what might happen. 

John, still standing, leaned forward and asked, "What kind of fag listens to his own wife get fucked by a stranger. I ought to kick your fucking ass."

Stephen flinched as if from a blow. He was a good looking man, professional in appearance, about the same size as his wife in height. Obviously somewhat wealthy, with a nice head of hair sporting a fifty dollar haircut. 

"Look at me," John said, and when Stephen lifted his eyes to John's, John slapped him across the face. Melanie shrieked, and started to get up. 

"Sit down, bitch, I'm not going to hurt him."

John grabbed a handful of Stephen's expensively maintained hair, and pulled him off the couch and onto the carpet. John took the seat that Stephen had occupied only a second ago. 

"Let's show your wife what a little fag you are, Stephen. Would you like that? Would you like to show her what she's married to?"

John slid his sweatpants down, and his cock flopped out, thick and menacing. John was a little surprised to see that he had developed most of an erection at some point. 

John pulled Stephen over by his hair, until the tip of his cock was on Stephen's cheek. The pressure of Stephen's face made John's cock bend like an arch. 

"Go ahead, fag," John told him, speaking low so that Melanie couldn't hear. "Put my cock in your mouth. Show your wife what you really are."

John pressed it to Stephen's lips, which were closed tight. John leaned forward and slapped Stephen again, lightly this time... just showing him that he could. 

"Open up, pussyboy," and this time Stephen did, just a bit, but enough for John to get the head of his cock in. "That's right. Just let it in your mouth. It's going to happen, so just open up and take it in."

John glanced across the room at Melanie, who was as stiff as a board, her back arched. One of her hands was a little fist, and was placed at her mouth. 

Again John focused on Stephen, telling him to suck it in. John relaxed his grip on Stephen's hair. Stephen was breathing heavily through his nose, trying to take more of John's cock in by opening his mouth, moving up a little bit, and closing his lips again. 

"No, pussyboy... suck my cock. Don't nibble at it. Suck on it."

And it was like a dam burst. Stephen began to suck and slurp on John's cock, a terrible blow job, he was rushing in his panic, all tooth, trying to get it over with. 

John leaned forward again, grabbing Stephen's hair, slapping his face, breaking a line of spit from John's cock and Stephen's lips in the process. 

"No, God damn it," John told him. "Slow the fuck down. It's not a fucking race. Slow down and suck my cock properly, you fucking bitch. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, John, sorry, sorry," Stephen was stammering. 

John leaned back and spread his legs. "Get to it."

And Stephen leaned forward, put one of his soft hands around John's cock, and slid his lips over the head, and up the shaft, and then back again. He closed his eyes for some reason, John noticed. Whatever. John leaned back and relaxed. 

He'd never touched another man sexually before this. He'd never even though much about it. But damned if he wasn't hard as a rock while this man he'd never met before today sucked and slurped on his cock. 

But it was still a terrible blow job. John guessed Stephen was as inexperienced as he was at all this. 

"Come over here, Melanie."

Melanie walked over, her eyes as wide as she could make them, walking slowly but not taking her eyes off the spectacle before her. She wanted to look away, but she couldn't. 

When she got there, John motioned her down to the floor, and as if in a trance, she sunk down. She watched as her husband, with his eyes closed either in concentration or in order to pretend this wasn't happening, pulled a stranger's cock in and out of his mouth, slowly, as he had been told. She noticed Stephen's hands were shaking in his lap now, shaking as if they didn't know what to do. 

John grabbed Stephen's hair again and pulled him off. John shoved him to the side. 

"That was fucking terrible, man. Just fucking awful."

John reached over to Melanie, and pulled her to him, his cock thick and fully hard now, slicked with her husband's saliva. 

"Now you," John told her. "You sucked me plenty the other night, and unlike your pussy husband, it was pretty good." 

"I don't want to," she whispered. "Please."

But John was pushing the head to her lips now. "You know you want to," he told her. "You know you have to."

And she did know she wanted to. She did know she had to. And with that, all token resistance was gone, and she wrapped her lips around his cock. She wasn't going to disobey anything else today. 

John looked at Stephen, who was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down. 

"I'm in charge here, Stephen. You are both going to do as you are told."

Stephen didn't say anything. He just looked, panicked, at John, who glared back. Finally, he nodded. 

"Good, pussy. I want you to go upstairs, and get the lube your slutty little wife keeps in that drawer of yours, and get back down here. Get out of your fancy little office clothes. Don't be wearing anything when you are back. Understood?"

But Stephen still didn't say anything. He just sat there on the floor for a second. 

"Hurry up, Stephen," John growled. 

To John's surprise, Melanie took her mouth off his cock. "Please, Stephen! Do what he tells you," she hissed. 

And Stephen got up, and went up the stairs. 

"Good girl," John told Melanie, who flinched. "Get back to it, bitch."

And she got back to it. 

Stephen ran into his bedroom. He was in a panic still, he didn't know where the lube was. He didn't even know she had that. Stephen had known that Melanie enjoyed anal sex when she was younger, but Stephen had never brought it up and had never done it with his wife. 

It wasn't in the first drawer he opened. He looked in the medicine cabinet, it wasn't there. Finally he found it in her underwear drawer. 

He began to pull his clothes off, tossing them in a hamper. He got them all off. What about the watch? Should he take that off also? 

He thought it would be safer to have everything off. He slid his watch off. 

And then he noticed his erection. He was hard as a rock. For a second, he stood there with the lube in his hand, thinking about rubbing it on his cock and making himself cum while his wife was being used downstairs. 

But somehow, he knew better than that. He went downstairs. 



And what a sight he had to look at when he got there. John had sat back, and spread his legs. Melanie had gotten up, and slid her pussy down onto John's cock. She had impaled herself on John, and was bucking up and down his thick dick, her back arched, her head back. 

That looked inviting, and John grabbed a handful of her hair. She yelled. She bounced up and down on his cock. 

Stephen just stood there. They didn't seem to have noticed him. He stood there, watching his wife debase herself, with a hard cock and a jar of lube in his hands. 

Finally, John did notice him. John told Melanie to get off him and lay on the floor, and spread her legs wide. As she was doing this, John walked over and reached down, and grabbed Stephen's hard penis, grabbed it tight. 

Stephen gasped. John moved his hand down, and squeezed Stephen's testicles, squeezed them so they hurt. Stephen instinctively put his hands gently on John's forearms, beseeching him. 

But then Stephen put his hands at his sides. 

"Good," John said, and began to pull Stephen over to his wife. 

"Get down and start licking her cunt, pussyboy," John told him, and shoved him down. Stephen obediently got down on his knees, and put his mouth to his wife's pussy. He licked her to orgasm a lot, almost nightly. He would slide down, in between her legs, and lick while he pushed his cock into the soft mattress, running it up and down the sheets. He loved his wife and her delicious pussy, and began to slide his tongue over her clitoris, which he knew would make her cum. 

He was thinking how wet it was from being filled with John's hard cock. 

Stephen could hear John squeeze the lube onto his hands. He could hear the wet slap as John slapped it onto his cock, hear the wetness as John rubbed it up and down, then back again. Stephen could hear him do that again. 

John pushed his cock to the entrance of Stephen's asshole, and then ran the shaft over that entrance a dozen times or so. Stephen looked back, a look of both pleasure and horror on his face. 

"Keep licking her cunt, pussyboy," John told him. Stephen lowered his head and began to slurp away again. Melanie was writhing, looking at John as he began to sink he cock into her husband. She began to cum, grabbing a handful of her husband's hair and sliding her clit over his nose and face as she did so. 

Stephen's asshole was insanely tight. He was terrified, and he was entranced. He was willing himself to relax, to allow the invader into him. But his body was working against him, keeping his asshole clenched as tight as it could. 

It took a good dozen minutes for John to get his cock in there even a few inches. There was no question now about Stephen licking any pussy, he had his head to the side, laying on his wife's belly, his back arched in pain. He was whimpering at every centimeter of the hard cock that was slicing into him. 

"Good pussyboy, good pussyboy," John was growling in a hypnotic manner. Melanie leaned up on her elbows, so she could see her husband's face as Stephen struggled to accept the cock. 

She watched as her husband's face changed. At first, it was clenched in agony. Then Stephen let out a little gasp, and began to change. There was acceptance as John began to sluice in and out of him. And then Stephen moaned. 

Melanie observed her husband give in to what looked like absolute pleasure. There was still pain there, and still fear, but he began to moan, and breathe heavily. His back wasn't arched as much anymore, and he began to find a rhythm with John's slow, powerful strokes. 

Stephen began to moan, oh, God, oh, God. He began to kiss Melanie's belly as John began to pound him harder, but not very hard... John was being gentle for some reason. 

Then, all of a sudden, Stephen let out a little choked cry. Melanie was startled to see his dick twitch and begin shooting and dripping all over their carpet. His back arched again, oh, oh, oh, he was moaning as he squirted his load. 

John was also startled. 

"Did you cum, pussyboy? No one told you to cum," John slapped Stephen on his ass. 

And then John ripped into him. John began pounding his thick cock in and out of Stephen's abused asshole, the lube making it almost effortless to pull his cock out and then shove it back as hard as he wanted. And he wanted it hard. He wanted Stephen to know who owned his asshole from now on. 

And it wasn't going to be Stephen anymore. John threw his head back, and with a roar, began to shoot cum deep into Stephen's asshole. Stephen looked back in pleasure and horror as the man began to fill up what had been a virginal and happily married asshole with hot ropes. 

John slid out, and Stephen gasped as the organ left him. But John wasn't done, he grabbed Stephen, and pulled him over to where Stephen's cum was on the floor. Melanie watched wordlessly as John picked some of it up, and put it to her husband's lips. 

"You don't cum anymore without permission, pussyboy."

"No sir. I'm sorry sir," Stephen whispered, but was soon silenced by John's fingers in his mouth, as Stephen licked them clean. John returned his hand to the floor until all of it was up, or most of it, anyway, and Melanie laid and listened as her husband gulped and slurped the cum off John's hand. 

And then John got up, and pulled his sweatpants up. 

"I drink Heineken," he told the couple. Stephen was still kneeling, with a little cum on his lip. Melanie laid on the carpet still with her legs spread. 

"Make sure there is always some here for when I come." John turned to leave. 

"Next time, I'm going to hurt the both of you."



The Bull



This is a work of fiction. If you don't like it, don't read it.

I sat staring at the computer. It had taken a little research but through the all knowing and often wrong google I had finally figured out how to track which internet sites my husband visited. It had taken a little more research but I figured out his login name and password and was able to log into several of his most frequently visited sites. What I found had left me a little breathless. My straight laced conservative husband had a very kinky side and I loved it.

As a girl growing up in San Antonio I was a legend. I lost my cherry at a very young age and played with boys all through junior high and high school. I never lost an opportunity to explore and play with any boy brave enough to ask me out and there were a lot of brave boys in San Antonio in the late 90's. Away at Texas A&M University I became a fraternity star player and I discovered that women were excellent play things as well. You might think that a girl like me would have played with some of my girl friends during high school. I knew of girls who did that and I'll admit I was curious but for some reason the other girls in high school never seemed to want to hang out with me. It didn't worry me a lot as I never lacked for male company. 

My senior year at college a counselor sat me down and gave me a stern talk. She was a beautiful woman with the sexiest green eyes I'd ever seen. Of course we ended up having sex, several times, but she told me that once I got out of school and into business I would need to be careful and maintain a good reputation. "Don't play where you work," was how she put it, and I got the picture. I was ambitious and really wanted to succeed in my career without having to sleep my way to the top. That said, I couldn't afford to allow my sexual appetite to ruin it for me. Besides, I figured, I'd done just about everything that could be done sexually; threesomes, foursomes, pulling trains, gang bangs, double penetration, airtight, you name it I'd done it. Most of it before I graduated from high school, but college had filled out the odd corners.

So when I graduated and got my first job in Dallas I made the decision to settle down. I dressed conservatively, acted conservative, hell I even voted conservative. Well at least I put on the appearance. I still had my fuck buddies but now I made sure I kept it discrete and I always acted prim and proper around work. Through sheer effort of will, I ignored or turned down advances from rising stars and set executives as well. A year later I met Dan through my boss. Dan worked at a company in Fort Worth and when he asked me out on a date I conceded. Since he knew Allen, my boss, I had to play the conservative woman so we didn't even kiss on our first date. I figured that would mean there wouldn't be a second date but three dates later Dan fell head over heels in love with me. He was cute and successful and I figured that dating a friend of the boss could get me some brownie points so I didn't end it when he professed his undying love.

The only problem was that Dan was serious and he wanted a monogamous relationship with me. I'd never done that before and it was all new territory for me. I confess I was not very good at it either. Oh I tried. I really did, but a week without sex and Carl, one of my fuck buddies, would call up and how could I say no? Or maybe it would be Rick or Laura or maybe Sharra and Mike. Wow, Sharra and Mike were great. They both knew just how to make me cum and I loved returning the favor. Anyway six months of being with Dan and he proposed. I didn't answer right away. I knew that hurt him and it made me feel bad. I never want to hurt anyone, but I could see this spiraling out of control. The next day Allen called me in and hinted strongly that he didn't want Dan hurt and he knew I would do the right thing. I could tell from his eyes he meant that the right thing was to marry Dan.

Allen seemed to like me and he had control of my destiny with Daltech so I stalled Dan, telling him I wasn't sure. As I dithered we still dated and Dan was bending over backwards to please me. It was really quite cute, kind of like a small puppy that really wants to do everything right but just can't get anything spot on. Dan never pressured me for sex and when I couldn't help myself and started being forward with him, he got very nervous and clumsy. Two weeks went by and Dan started pushing for an answer. Finally I called several of my fuck buddies and talked to them at length about the situation. It was Laura who sealed the deal. 

"Babe, marry him. You can still slip away and play now and then and he'll be none the wiser." 

So I accepted and in May I became Gina Cross. Mrs. Gina Cross. Wow. Isn't it funny how life works? Dan and I had only had sex four times before we got married. He wasn't very good in bed. Oh he had all the right equipment but no training in how to use it. Our honeymoon was going to be a week in Corpus Christi, so I arranged for Sharra and Mike to be there. I was only able to slip out twice to play with them but it made the honeymoon bearable. They had come to the wedding, several of my best fuck buddies had, and I'd introduced them to Dan. It was kind of funny because he liked them right from the start. I actually said "I do" with a load of Mike's cum in my pussy but that is a different story.

So after the honeymoon we returned to Dallas and to our jobs. Being married made it much harder to play with my fuck buddies but I managed it a couple of times a month at least. Sharra and Mike started coming over on weekends but around Dan we all played it straight. At least while he was watching. I can't recall how many times I let Mike pound me with Dan in the next room or how many times I licked and sucked on Sharra's sweet pussy while Dan thought we were "freshening up." 

Then after about a year I noticed that Dan started slipping off at night after our missionary style wham, bam, thank you ma'am sessions. He'd be gone for thirty to forty-five minutes and then sneak back into the room and climb into bed. I usually used this time to masturbate, but I had to be careful and a couple of times I almost got caught. Of course I got curious about where he was going, but I was in the habit of pretending to be asleep after sex because that fit the persona that I had built for Dan. This meant that I couldn't easily follow and spy on him. However it just so happened that we lived in Irving and while I worked in downtown Dallas, Dan worked in Fort Worth so I got home ahead of him almost every day unless there was an accident or road destruction that delayed me. So after a while of Dan slipping away after fucking me I started investigating what was going on. I guess I was kind of hoping he was having an affair because maybe I could work that to my advantage, but what I found was even more interesting.

Dan liked porn. And not just any porn, he liked cuckolding porn. He liked cuckolding stories. He liked cuckolding videos. He liked cuckolding pictures. I read and re-read the stories and I watched the videos. It was kind of funny because most of the men in the stories had small dicks. Dan's cock wasn't small. He wasn't huge either, really about average, and if he had known how to use it he could have made me cum easily. As it was, I had never had an orgasm with Dan. He was just too clueless and my persona would not allow me to teach him. I tried giving him clues, but like most men he really needed a club to get through his thick skull. Oh well, my many fuck buddies kept me well set up so life was bearable. 

Back to Dan's porn. I liked the stories. It kind of struck me as funny that the fantasies that Dan had were coming true almost weekly and he just didn't know it. But as I studied the stories and the videos and even the picture sets I realized there was another component to this fantasy. Humiliation. All of the husbands in the stories were humiliated by their wives and the wife's bull. That was what they called the stud the wife fucked. In several of the stories, the wife actually tied the husband up and gagged him while she fucked her stud. The Bulls always teased and picked on the husband while he fucked the willing wife. I really didn't get that part, to me sex is just fun and making it anything else just doesn't compute. But hey who am I to tell other people how to get off, right?

For several weeks I hurried home to read the stories my husband read at night. Now, you might think from what I've said in this story that I didn't love Dan. That isn't the case though. I really had come to love him. He was a kind and gentle man. Strong enough physically and emotionally to be a good leader. He'd been promoted to management in his job and he was good at leading his team. He also was good at running our house. He paid bills on time, every time. He made sure I had nice clothes to wear, conservative constricting clothes, but nice clothes. He was a good husband and as I watched him more closely I could tell he was frustrated with our sex life, but I had wove my web of lies so carefully I couldn't see any way to out. As I read more and more of the stories Dan liked a plan formed in my mind. 

I got my courage up. Funny how with any of my fuck buddies I could easily talk about sex, but with Dan, I really did have to get my courage up. I did though and one night after sex I held his arm.

"Dan, wait."

He paused and I reached over and turned my bedside light up. Dan insisted on fucking in the dark. Wow, you talk about something that doesn't make any sense, fucking in the dark you miss out on so much. Why would anyone ever want to fuck in the dark, but Dan insisted so we did. Anyway I turned up the light and looked at him.

"I thought you were asleep." He said softly.

"Can we talk?"

"Sure Gina. Is everything okay?"

"Not really Dan. I think you are frustrated with our sex life. Is that right? Are you frustrated Dan."

"We do seem to be in a rut, Gina." He shrugged.

"I'm a little frustrated too." I said earnestly.

He looked worried. "Don't you like our sex?"

I wanted to scream at him, "NO! I hate our sex," but instead I said, "Of course I like it, Dan, but it is always the same. Would you like to spice it up? Maybe roleplay? Or make love in the living room, or maybe experiment? We are two adults we don't have to be hung up about sex, you know?"

He seemed to think about that for a while and then he nodded. "I think I would like that, but I don't know where to start. Gina, you may not know this because we have never talked about it but I was a virgin when we married. I'm pretty sure you weren't and I've never asked but I think whoever you were with before might have hurt you. That is why I'm so careful with you."

What the fuck! Where in the hell had he got that idea! No one had ever hurt me, especially not sexually. I was as free and happy sexually as a girl could possibly be. But that was not the persona I had adopted after college and looking back I guess I could see it.

"No one has ever hurt me Dan and I'm not afraid you will either. You don't have to hold back around me. You can tell me anything and I won't be mad or freak out."

He smiled. "I'm not so sure about that. Tell you what, if you want to spice things up, let's do it, but I need you to guide because I don't know what to do."

This fit my plans perfectly. I knew I had to take it kinda slow though so the next day I went out and bought a sexy babydoll nightgown and I had it on when he got home. We made love in the living room. It was still just simple sex with me laying on the floor and him humping into me missionary style until he came in my pussy. After that I dressed and we had supper. Dan was ecstatic. Over the next several weeks I pushed Dan's boundaries and on the fourth week we had sex with Dan laying on his back and me riding him cowgirl. God it felt good to be out of missionary and I almost came that night. Three nights later I got him to try doggie style but it was too much for him and he confessed he would rather be able to see my face while we made love. He is so sweet.

During this time I met a new fuck buddy named Jeff. Jeff was big, not fat, but big. Well over six feet, and my best guess is around two-twenty. His cock was bigger than Dan's too. Longer and fatter. Now I'm not a size queen. I have fucked men with four inch dicks that were fantastic lovers and I've fucked men who were hung like a donkey who couldn't make me cum no matter what they did, but I knew that Dan's fantasy would need a man who was bigger than him and after the first time I fucked Jeff I knew he was the one.

I continued to push Dan sexually. After six weeks I asked him to talk dirty to me. He was pathetic at it.

"Oh baby, I love your vagina. Your breasts are so big," was about all he could come up with. I stopped him.

"Like this baby," I said softly, "Come on stud, put your cock in me. I want to feel it. Come on baby, pound me harder. Mmm, yeah baby. Now you try."

"Oh Gina, I love making love to you. Do you like my penis? Can you feel it?"

Really?

"Call me a slut, Dan. Call me your dirty slut."

He got a very strange look on his face. "You want me to say that, Gina?"

"Yeah baby, tell me how naughty I am. Tell me what a slut I am."

Suddenly Dan came alive. For the first time in our relationship, Dan started fucking me instead of making love to me. "You are my slut, aren't you baby," he said as he pushed his cock deep into my pussy. 

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in deeper. "Yeah baby, fuck me good. Make my wimp husband jealous."

For a moment I thought I had pushed too far too fast. Dan stopped pumping me for about a second and gave me another odd look and then he got into it and pretty soon I was huffing like a whore at a midget convention and begging Dan to fuck me harder. 

"Oh, the little slut wife wants to be fucked huh?" Dan asked as he pounded me. "Does she like being fucked by other men."

I didn't think Dan was quite ready for that yet so I played a little coy. "Only by you, my big stud. Now fuck me and make my wimpy husband watch you fuck me like a real man."

And fuck me like a real man he did. I actually came that night, hard. The next day at lunch I was riding Jeff's cock in a hotel about ten blocks from my work and I told him about Dan's fantasy and how I was working Dan up to it. As Jeff unloaded his cock deep into my pussy I asked him if he would be my bull and fuck me in front of Dan. Of course he agreed and after we had both come down I made him promise again because you know that men will promise anything while they are getting fucked but will often back down once the passion fades. Jeff didn't back down, in fact he seemed to like the idea.

So I continued my plan. Each time Dan and I fucked I pushed him a little farther down the road. I kept up the role play of him being my stud lover and humiliating my wimp husband. It was funny because he really seemed to get into the role even though his fantasy was the reverse. I could see his mind working with him imagining that he was watching me fucking a bull. He played his role well. Two weeks later we hit another milestone.

We were in the kitchen with me sitting on the counter and Dan between my legs thrusting his cock in and out of my dripping pussy. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pulling him into me hard with each stroke.

"Baby, I think my husband is watching." I whispered into his ear.

"Let the fucking wimp watch. He needs to see you being fucked by a real man." Dan reached up and gripped one of my large tits and mauled it in a very pleasant way.

"Yeah baby, fuck me good. Cum inside me baby. Fill me up with your cum. Put a baby in me. I want everyone to know that my wimp husband couldn't knock me up so I had a real man do it."

Dan's pace increased and he was pushing in deeper and deeper into me. "Your husband is watching me knock you up, baby. He's gonna raise my kid and I'm gonna keep you knocked up."

"Mmm, yes, come on you stud, fuck me in front of my husband. Knock me up while he watches. Fill my pussy."

"Yeah and if he is good he can have sloppy seconds when I'm done."

Oh God. I came right then, my pussy gushing out over his cock. I wondered if he knew that on our wedding night he was the one who had got sloppy seconds. Maybe he did and maybe he'd liked it. Maybe that is what had started this odd fantasy of his to be a cuckold. 

He kept pumping me and I could feel his cock swell inside me.

"Yes, baby, fill me up. Fill my pussy until it flows. I'll make my husband eat your cum from my messy pussy."

Suddenly Dan thrust deep inside me and convulsed hard as his cock spewed cum deep into my pussy. In his stories eating cream pies was a common theme and it occurred to me that he may have bi-sexual tendencies and maybe he wanted to eat another man's cum. Being from Texas he may have repressed those desires until he didn't even realize that was what was driving him. Of course I'd had several lovers eat my cream pies. There was one guy in college who always wanted me to fuck one of his buddies and then sit on his face. We did that several times before he fell in love with another man and left school. It had never failed to get me off and I really wanted to do that with Dan. Well minus the part where he falls in love with another man, I mean.

As Dan began to soften I took another risk. "Oh baby, that was so good. I can't wait to feel my wimpy husband eat your cum from my pussy."

For just a moment I thought Dan was going to do it. I really thought he was going to go down on me, but then he kissed me hard and told me that he loved me and then pulled away.

"We better get dressed before someone comes by and sees you sitting there dripping my cum." He pointed to the open back door. It only opened to our private back yard but our neighbors across the alley had a two story home and could probably see straight into our house. I kinda hoped that he had watched the show.

I giggled and made a show of hoping off the counter, spinning around and bending over at the waist to pick up my discarded skirt. I knew I was presenting my gaping pussy to the door and I loved it. Dan did too and he smacked my ass good before walking into the living room. Once I was dressed I went into the living room and sat next to Dan on the couch.

"Are you enjoying our new sex life, lover?" I asked as I snuggled up to him.

"Hell yes. I can't believe we wasted a full year together before we did this."

"Do you want to go farther?"

His eyes widened. "Yes," he said slowly.

"Good then tomorrow night I have a big surprise for you. I know you'll really enjoy it, but you have to promise me to let go and just enjoy everything. Don't over think it or get freaked out. Just relax and enjoy what I have planned. Okay?"

He eyed me for a moment and then smiled. "I don't know what you have in your sexy little mind, but sure, I promise."

"Good! Then I have one more surprise for you tonight. I slipped my hand down to his pants and unzipped his fly. Sliding off the couch I unhooked his belt and then unbuttoned his slacks. He was giving me an amused but eager look, so I kept going and slowly pulled his pants down until they passed his knees. I kept going pulling them down over his shoes and then off. I threw them across the room. I have to admit, Dan looked kind of silly sitting on the couch in his shirt, underpants, shoes and socks and I giggled. An almost hurt look crossed Dan's face and I quickly smiled and slid my hands up his legs and over his already stirring cock. 

"Take off your shirt, baby and then sit back and let me take you to heaven." 

I worked my hands up over his cock to the elastic band of his shorts. Slowly I eased his shorts down. He raised up and allow them to slide over his tight butt and then I pulled them down over his semi-hard cock. I continued pulling them down until they too were off and I threw them across the living room. Slowly I slid my hands back up to his now bare cock and teased it with just my fingertips. Then I leaned forward and brought my lips close to his cock head. Dan took my head in his hands and held me away from his cock. I looked up at him.




The Bull



"I'm messy. Clean me up first." Dan was so cute.

I giggled. "I don't mind. It's just my pussy and your cum." I took his hands from my head and leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. It was the first time I had ever given my husband a blow job and I looked up at him as I took his cock all the way into my mouth. 

Dan's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open as I teased the base of his cock with my tongue and then gently cupped his balls in my hand and began to massage them. His soft cock was quickly springing up into a fully erect pole and I slid back off it and let my tongue circle the head. I could taste the tang of my pussy along with the slightly salty flavor of his cum and I lovingly caressed his cock with my mouth. I slid down again taking his full hard length into my mouth until the head nudged my throat. I relaxed and pushed forward further letting the knob of his cock slide into and then down my throat.

Deep throating isn't hard, you just have to relax and control your gag reflex. I'd actually learned to do that with my seventh grade math teacher. It would have earned me an "A" but I was always good in math and didn't need the help to get the "A." Now I put my skills to work. I took him all the way down my throat until my nose was buried deep in his curly pubic hair. As my lungs begged for air, I slid back until I could breathe again and once again used my tongue to circle and caress his knob. I even took the opportunity to wiggle the tip of my tongue around his little pee hole, then I descended down his shaft again. I could feel his cock growing in my mouth and I don't think he had ever been as big as he was as I slowly, lovingly sucked his cock, then it happened. Dan grabbed my head and rammed me down on his cock hard and then his whole body shook and he came deep down my throat. Cum filled my belly and then I pulled back and cum filled my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed as my sweet husband came and came in my mouth. When he finally gushed his final spurt into my mouth, I held his salty goodness in my mouth and contemplated snow balling him. I changed my mind and swallowed the last of his jism down.

"Wow, Gina. I never thought you would do that."

"Did you like it lover?"

"Oh, hell yeah. It was fucking fantastic."

I giggled again. "I liked it too."

"Where did you learn to do that? No, never mind, I don't really want to know." 

It occurred to me that Dan never asked me about my experiences before we were married and I wondered about that. I figured he was afraid he couldn't hide his arousal and didn't want me to know about his kink. I could understand that but I knew that after tomorrow night he wouldn't be able to hide it from me any more. That night we fucked again and this time I got him to fuck me doggie. I love doggie because it allows me to get the angles right so that the head of my lover's cock touches me in very erotic places. He had staying power this time and I was able to cum twice before he shot his third load of the day into me.

I had taken a half-day of vacation the next day, a Friday. As I left work, I called Jeff and told him we were go for the night. I was headed home to get the house ready. Jeff would come over precisely at 7:00pm. He would be wearing blue jeans, engineer boots, and a wife-beater t-shirt. I hurried home and set the house up by moving the living room furniture around a bit and bringing in one of the dining room chairs. Then I went up stairs and took a long hot bath. I shaved my pussy, legs, and pits and then used powder to make sure my skin was silky smooth and soft. I dressed in a new outfit that was sluttier than anything my husband had ever seen me in. The skirt was very short, it barely covered the bottom of my round ass. I did not wear panties. The blouse was satin that barely came below the bottom of my large tits. My nipples stuck out enough to be clearly visible since I wasn't wearing a bra either. I applied my makeup. I rarely wear makeup and most men seem to really prefer me without it but for this special occasion I put some eye liner, lipstick, and a little eye shadow on. Not too gaudy, but enough to give me just a little hint of slut look. Okay, I just naturally look like a slut. One of the things I had to do to take on my conservative persona was start wearing makeup to reduce my slutty appearance. So it wasn't hard to get just the look I was looking for.

By the time I was ready, it was almost time for Dan to come home. He usually got home around six-thirty and that night he was right on time. I was in the living room pretending to be relaxed on the couch when he walked in. He took one look at me and I saw his pants begin to tent. I smiled at him.

"Sit down right there," I said, pointing to the dining room chair in the middle of the room. 

He gave the chair an odd look but sat as directed. 

I got up and, standing in front of him with my legs spread slightly, I asked. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, babe, you know I do."

"Good." I took his hands and used a pair of padded handcuffs to secure them to the chair behind his back. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, what is all this?"

"I just want to experiment some." I knelt down and secured each of his ankles to the chair. "Are you okay with this? Or do you want to call it off?"

"I'm okay." His cock was sticking up in his pants like a flag pole. 

I retrieved the last part of my preparations. A ball gag. I slipped it on him and pushed the ball into his mouth and then tightened it up. His eyes were starting to get a concerned look in them so I thought I would give him a hint.

"I've seen the stories you've been reading on the internet. Tonight I'm going to make your fantasies come true." 

He still looked confused but his cock was nearly bursting through his slacks. Just then the doorbell rang and I smiled at him. "You just sit there and enjoy your fantasy." A big part of the fantasy of the stories was the wife ignoring the husband once her lover arrived and I intended to go all the way to make Dan's fantasy come true. I wrapped another gag around the outside of the ball gag to make sure that Dan couldn't speak or even make loud sounds and then turned my back on him and went to answer the door. I let Jeff in, dressed just as directed, and led him to the living room. 

"So that's your husband?" 

"Yeah, but you should just ignore him. Now that we are together, lover, he doesn't matter." I could hear Dan struggling against his binds but I did not want to ruin the fantasy so I didn't even look at him. I reached up and pulled Jeff down into a very passionate kiss. Jeff put one hand on my left tit and the other on my ass, cupping both and giving me a good rub throughout the kiss. Once the kiss ended I said loudly enough to be sure that Dan heard. "Now it's time for you to show my husband how a real man fucks a woman."

"I will baby. Oh, I will do that. Did you stop taking the pill like I told you too?"

"Uh, huh, I'm as fertile as I will ever be and tonight is my peak night."

"That's good cause I'm gonna make a baby in you tonight girl."

That was all just for Dan's fantasy. I hadn't really stopped taking the pill. I did not have any desire to get pregnant. It wouldn't help my sex life or my career. But I wanted Dan to get the full effect of his fantasy and have the night of his life. I just knew this was going to take our sex life higher and make us free. I couldn't wait to have Dan join Sharra and Mike and me in a wild foursome. 

Jeff reached down and pulled my blouse up and off, exposing my large breasts and straining nipples to view. He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth and I moaned and I pulled his t-shirt off. Jeff has really well defined muscles in his arms and back and I loved the feel of them so as he suckled on my tit I rubbed and kneaded his beautiful shoulders. He dropped to his knees and pushed my skirt up to my waist exposing my bare pussy to him. I spread my legs wide, giving him access to my hot sex and he didn't disappoint me. Jeff pressed his face forward into my bare vee and began to tongue my pussy. Jeff was never a great one for fore play but tonight wasn't really a fore play kind of night anyway. 

I threw my head back and raised my arms high as I enjoyed the sensation of Jeff's mouth on my sex. "Oh my God, lover, you are so much better than my husband. He doesn't even know how to eat a pussy."

"Your wimp husband has never eaten your pussy?" Jeff asked and he looked over at Dan and smirked. "No wonder you had to go out and find a real man to fuck you."

I heard Dan fighting against his bounds but I knew the chair was very sturdy and the cuffs, though soft, were very strong. 

"So stand up and get those jeans off so I can suck your cock." I demanded and Jeff stood up. He slipped out of his boots and socks.

I knelt in front of Jeff and lowered his blue jeans. His cock was fully hard and a good eight inches long. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and stared at it for a moment. He had such a beautiful cock. Slowly I leaned forward and gently kissed the knob and then took it between my lips. I let my tongue dance around the silky smooth knob for a little bit and then took him deeper. I love sucking cock and I was determined to make sure Dan saw that as I sucked my bull's cock in front of him. In the back of my mind I realized that Dan wasn't struggling anymore, probably too damned horny to think about it. Maybe he had given in to the fantasy. I couldn't risk looking at him and ruining it for him so I concentrated all my attention on the cock in front of me. I took Jeff's cock down my throat and swallowed. I have been told that this sensation is one of the best things in life. I pulled back, letting my tongue swish back and forth along the length of Jeff's cock as I did and then gently I held his knob with my teeth while my tongue swirled around and around over it. 

In front of me I felt Jeff's knees give slightly and he moaned loudly. "Damn, man, your wife gives the best head I've ever had." He said to Dan. "Too bad you are not man enough for her or you could be having this all to yourself." Jeff chuckled and I looked up at him with a smile on my lips. He was playing the part better than I could have ever hoped. 

Again and again I brought Jeff right to the edge and then backed off. Finally he couldn't take it anymore and he pulled me to my feet in front of him.

"Babe, I know you love it when I cum in your mouth, but I have other plans for tonight. You just bend over and I'll give you what you really want."

What I really wanted was to get fucked and to drive Dan wild. I knew that both were about to happen so I turned around and bent over with my legs spread. I was turned sideways to Dan so that he had the perfect view of me taking Jeff's cock and Jeff didn't disappoint me. He stepped forward and pushed his dick deep into me in a single stroke. 

"Oh God, so good," I moaned out as he filled my pussy with his cock. "Come on you stud, fuck me hard and fast and then put your baby into me."

Jeff grabbed my full hips and thrust himself deep inside me. The feeling was incredible and I started cumming on his third stroke. I grunted and moaned as he continued to pound into me. My tits were bouncing with each hard push and Jeff reached forward with one hand and grabbed it roughly, using it to increase his tempo and force. This fuck was amazing. I wanted to look over at Dan. I wanted to see my husband's hard cock pushing his jeans up and to know that he was getting as much out of this as I was. Well maybe not quite as much but anyway. I knew, though, that for me to even acknowledge him in the room would detract from his fantasy and I wanted this to be mind blowing for him. So as Jeff fucked me I never looked at him but I did keep up a running banter of how good Jeff was, how he was so much better than my husband. How it was so good to be fucked by a real man. And Jeff kept up his part, talking to Dan, telling him how much he enjoyed fucking me and how much he was going to enjoy fucking me from now on. 

After several minutes of fucking like this I told Jeff to lie down. I positioned him so that my back would be to Dan and then I mounted my lover, leaning forward and making sure that Dan had an great view of Jeff's big cock sliding in and out of my very wet and stretched pussy. I rode Jeff like this for a long while and then we switched positions again to me on the bottom and Jeff pounding into me like a jack hammer. Soon I felt Jeff stiffen.

"Oh, baby, here it comes. I'm gonna cum inside your pussy. Are you ready for my baby? I'm gonna knock you up good." And he came. 

He'd been holding back for so long that his load was huge. I felt it fill up my pussy and then start coming back out and running down my ass. Still he pumped into me. Over and over again his cock squirted his hot cum deep inside me. I have been fucked so many times I can't remember them all, but I really don't remember anyone cumming that much inside me before. Finally he was done and he rolled off of me. I lay in the floor with my legs spread and my pussy pointed straight at my husband. I knew it must be a sight, stretched out and oozing cum down over my round ass.

"Baby, you really are the best fuck I've ever had." Jeff leaned forward and kissed me deeply on the mouth, then he looked over at Dan and smirked. "Keep her warmed up for me, wimp. I'll be back to get more, you can bet on that." Jeff followed the plan perfectly. I got the feeling he really wanted to stay and snuggle up to me a bit, but instead he dressed and let himself out.

Once Jeff was gone, I finally looked over at Dan. He had a very odd, almost sick look on his face. I got up and went behind him. "Well, baby, was it as good as you had hoped?" I started untying the cloth gag as I spoke. "I found the stories you read on the internet. Did I do a good job of making your fantasy come true? Did you enjoy it as much as I did baby?" 

I removed the cloth gag and then loosened the ball gag and pulled it from his mouth. 

Dan worked his jaws a moment and then turned his head so that he could see me. "You stupid cunt," he growled. "When I read those stories, I'm the bull!"



The Bull



Like so many other relationships, or affairs, it started off innocently. Little did I know then how my life would change? 

I've worked with Sara's husband Robert for the past 3 years. We were both hired about the same time when the company had only been in business a couple of years but was growing quickly. We work in different departments and met each other at HR during our company indoctrination seminar. We were the same age, and even though we had very similar interests, our lives had traveled in different directions. He and Sara had married shortly after they graduated college but wanted to hold off having kids until they settled in their careers. 

Robert has always been motivated toward success in his career. He was promoted quickly at his last company which folded after being in business for 78 years. He was starting over here but he brought with him that same desire and motivation and has quickly moved up the corporate ladder in the time he's been here, but he's done that working late hours every day and traveling wherever his manager asks him to go. Me on the other hand have enjoyed being single when my first marriage didn't last two years. After my divorce was finalized I decided to make a fresh new start. I moved to the other end of the state with only the things I could load in the back of my car. I worked odd jobs until I landed this gig which I stumbled upon. So my motivation is quite different than Robert's but with all of his proposals and correspondence coming through my department we have worked closely together since day one. 

My days off I would spend trolling the local gym a few times a week looking for a lady who might need a spot at the weight bench. What I found out is that while I was trolling, in six months, I was also working out and had toned my body to the point that some of the women who showed up regularly were taking notice, which left no shortage of dates for a Saturday night. Robert on the other hand looked as if he hadn't spent much time in a gym. He was short, as far as men's standards probably only about 5' 8" or 5' 9". I wouldn't say he was frail, but, he needed to spend more time outside of his office doing some sort of physical activity. I on the other hand towered over him with my 6' 4" frame bringing in at 210 lbs. The gym was paying more benefits than just finding a gym bunny for Saturday night. I wasn't chiseled yet, but I was feeling really good about myself. I kept myself well groomed and overheard a few of ladies pointing and whispering when I was around. All fed my ego and it made me want to continue. 

I met Sara at the company Christmas party our second year working there. Robert introduced her to me and she was a cookie cutter executive wife, with long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and a remarkable figure. The red dress she wore fit her tight body well, showing her curves off remarkably, but she also picked a dress that didn't make her look trampy. She was definitely easy on the eyes and a cut above the rest of the wives and girlfriends at the party. 

The company had record breaking profits that year and they decided to celebrate with an open bar, catered food and it allowed people to let their hair down and mingle. The DJ kept people on the dance floor, but there was this one little group that hung together in the corner. Robert was a part of this group. It was comprised of a dozen or so, and it was the "Up and Comers" as they were called by many of us pawns in the company. This was the group that everyone knew would be running this company within the next 10 years or so, and while Robert was schmoozing with his group, it left Sara sitting alone with me and Nancy at the table. Nancy was my plus one in our on again off again relationship. With memories of my divorce still fresh in my mind I was in no way shape or form ready for another long term commitment. 

Nancy and I had just come back from the dance floor when I extended my hand and asked Sara to dance. She looked relieved to not have to sit a moment longer at our table alone, and smiled as she placed her hand in mine. I led her out and the song playing was upbeat and allowed us to dance, but it wasn't long before the song ended and the tempo changed dramatically with the next song. It was a slow dance, and I told her I was sorry for dragging her out there for just such a short time but she quickly replied that she didn't mind as long as my date wouldn't get jealous. I wrapped my hand around her waist and reassured her that there was nothing special between me and Nancy and it was ok. 

"But what about Robert?" I asked her. 

She let the palm of her hand rest on my lower back and only replied, "He won't even notice, and even if he did he wouldn't care" 

I turned her on the dance floor so I could see the group with Robert and sure enough he was oblivious as to what was going on around him. He actually had his back to the rest of the room including the dance floor. 

As much as I would have enjoyed bringing Sara in closer, I kept plenty of daylight between her and me maintaining as much political correctness in dancing with a man's wife at a company function. I will admit I was still enjoying the sweet scent of her perfume as we swayed slowly back and forth. 

"It's wonderful to finally meet you. Robert is always talking about you." Sara told me. "It was his idea we all sat together tonight." 

"The pleasure is all mine Sara. Robert talks about you a lot as well." It wasn't true; he barely spoke of his wife. He was easy to talk to and very personable but aside from office banter about sports or a new beer to try, he never really talked about Sara. The picture on his desk was of the two of them together enjoying a weekend in the mountains but she was still a mystery. 

The song ended and I lightly kept my hand on her lower back when we walked back to our table. Nancy gave me a look that most men know. She was ticked off about Sara and me dancing slowly. I played it off and paid her no mind. 

"Do you guys have any plans for the weekend?" Sara asked making small talk and trying to make light of the given situation. 

"Nothing. Mark doesn't seem to call me much on the weekends" Nancy quipped. 

I smiled and didn't even entertain Nancy's reply. 

"Not really much going on this weekend. But I'm sure something will come up. It normally does." 

Nancy shifted around in her seat obviously perturbed about my non-cavalier attitude. 

"What about you and Robert?" I asked Sara. 

"Nothing. Weekends are rather boring actually. Robert seems to always bring work home with him." 

"He's doing incredibly well here. He'll be running the place before too long" I tried to assure Sara, but she looked completely unimpressed. 

'I just know that we have put off a lot in our lives to move forward in our careers, and when the company Robert worked for went under, it just seems like we started all over in our own lives so he could start over here." Sara explained. 

"Well I can assure you his work is paying off. Look at him now, he's with all the movers and shakers of the company. And I will say, I don't think all the notoriety is going to his head either. He will still go out after work with us guys for a drink. It's nice to know he hasn't forgotten us" 

"Speak for yourself about being forgotten." Sara said perturbed. "There are times when I feel he doesn't even remember who I am." 

"I'm sure he knows exactly who the gorgeous lady is in the red dress. He's one lucky guy." 

"I won't bore you with drama. But just suffice to say there are certain things that are neglected because of work. And I've probably said way too much as it is. I think the wine is causing me to speak out of turn and I'm sorry Mark for saying anything." 

"Don't fret Sara, and think nothing of it. We are supposed to be having a good time and that's exactly what we are going to do." I stood up and took Sara by the hand and led her to the dance floor again. 

We continued to dance one song after another, when finally another slow song came through the speakers. I looked at Sara, and her eyes were pleading not to stop. This time I pulled her in just a little closer, but not close enough to cause any problems if Robert or anyone else were to see us dancing together. 

I allowed my hand to move from her lower back to her side, and then back again, gently rubbing the sides of my friend's wife. I swear I could hear her whimper softly and that did it. I could feel the blood rushing through my body to my groin. 

"Hideo Nomo, Duca, Encarnacion" My mind raced trying to figure out the starting lineup of the 2004 Dodgers, anything to take my mind off what was going on. The last thing I need is to pop wood here on the dance floor. I can't pull her in close to hide it and I can't walk off the floor! Fear must have been what was needed to curtail junior from making an unwanted appearance. 

We finished the dance which also happens to be the last dance of the night, and I gave her a hug right before we walked off the floor. She thanked me and told me how much she appreciated the evening. 

When we got back to our table Nancy was gone. My phone was blinking and when I looked I had a text from Nancy. "I hope you enjoyed your night with your boss's wife!! I took a cab home!!" 

"Seems that Nancy has left." I speak aloud. 

"I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Sara, "I didn't mean to drag you away from your girlfriend like that. I hope she isn't mad." 

"First things first, she isn't my girlfriend. We are friends but there isn't anything between us. I think that is what makes her mad about whole thing. But I just can't find myself locking into a long term committed relationship after my divorce. Second, I really enjoyed myself Sara. I thought this might be another company party where I would leave early for a more exciting venue." 

"I'm so glad you stayed and feel that way because I enjoyed the dance as well." 

Sara left that last statement just hang in the air. I wondered if she meant when she said. "THE dance" is what she said. Not dancing, but the dance. Was she talking about the last dance? Did she notice the predicament that I was almost in? Shaking my head, getting my thoughts together, I'm wondering why the hell am I even thinking about what she is saying?! She's probably the most "off limits" woman at that party. She's married. She's married to a coworker. She married to Robert! 

"Calm down Mark." I think to myself. There is nothing of this anyhow, and nothing that can be done if she was interested. 

Robert walked back over to the table as Sara and I were putting our jackets back on. 

"Sorry I've been such a bad party guest tonight. We started talking and completely lost track of time." 

"It's really ok honey; Mark has kept me entertained all night, as much as Nancy didn't like it." And we all started laughing. 

"I saw you two out on the dance floor and it looked like you were enjoying yourself, so I took that as a clue as you not being upset with me for not joining you guys" 

"Oh no, you weren't missed at all" this time it was only Sara and Robert laughing as I stood there awkwardly trying my best to smile. 

I told Robert I looked forward to seeing him at work Monday and we all walked out together. As the valet pulled up with Sara and Robert's car, she leaned over and gave me a hug. 

"Thank you again Mark for a wonderful evening." She half whispered in my ear. 

I looked at Robert and hugged her back. "I enjoyed it Sara. I hope we can all get together again sometime outside of work." 

"I would enjoy that." Sara replied. 

"Yes, that sounds like a good plan Mark." Robert added, "We will have to talk about it after work next week over a beer" 

During my drive home I couldn't shake the thoughts from my head as to the words Sara chose to use. She enjoyed "the dance" and how "She" would enjoy getting together, and not "We" as in her and Robert. And was there something she was telling me sublimely when she mentioned about certain things at home being neglected? Why is it I'm even thinking about something that can't happen? Why is it that I can't seem to shake the innuendos? Or where they innuendos at all? Or was she just being the polite wife of a manager from work? Maybe it was the wine that had loosened her tongue. Too many questions without answers but there are things that I'm VERY certain of. I'm certain of the whimper she gave when I ran my hand up and down her side and around her lower back. I'm certain that I wasn't the only guy taking second and third looks at her in that fabulous dress. I'm certain that she smelled divine and I'm certain that my body was reacting on the dance floor to all the above. 

The next morning I spent being lazy around the house taking care of odds and ends getting ready for the work week ahead, and I'm sure there were people from last night's party that would need the day to recover from their hangover before we all went to work tomorrow. 

While I'm sitting there folding laundry I hear the beep beep beep of my phone going. 

"Hi Mark, this is Sara" the text read. 

Beep beep beep 

"I got your number from Robert. I wanted to thank you again for last night" 

Ok so she got my number from Robert and that means he has to know she's texting me. Purely innocent. 

I texted her back, that I too enjoyed the evening with her and Robert, and look forward to seeing them again. 

"Not for sure how you can say Robert and I since he was nowhere to be seen last night LOL. But I hoped you had a good time and wasn't just keeping a lonely woman entertained." 

Lonely woman? Is she testing the water? Here are the innuendos again. Fuck it, Ok, so she's putting it out there, I'll see where this is going. 

"Not at all Sara, I really did enjoy myself with you." ENTER 

A long pause and my stomach flips. Did I say something wrong? Jesus, she really is only being nice. Can't retract a fucking text message! 

Beep beep beep. My phone goes off. 

"I was a bit upset when the music stopped. I think I could have danced for a few more hours. It's been forever since I've been dancing and it was a lot of fun." She replied 

"And you were such a gentleman during our slow dances." Sara continued. 

"I'm glad you think so Sara. I didn't want to make the situation awkward or upset Robert 

"Maybe we can dance again sometime?" I'm wondering if that is just too bold. 

I quickly type "When we all go out together" but before I can hit send, her reply comes in. 

"As long as there is a slow dance you can't count me in!" 

Where the hell is this going? What am I doing? I think to myself and the blood starts rushing back to my groin as I think of last night, and the possibilities. Would I? Could I? From the hardness that has developed between my legs I know my body's answers to those questions. 

"I'm sure we can make that happen Sara, as long as Robert doesn't object." 

"Rest assured he won't say a thing. He may even be relived since he hates to dance LOL" 

"What was his suggestion about getting together?" I reply. 

"He hasn't mentioned it again, but I will talk to him when he gets home." 

He's not even home? I don't know why I made the assumption he was sitting with her while she was texting me. Another innuendo? Is she bored? Or even lonely? More questions without answers. 

"I've probably taken too much of your time. I just wanted to say thank again you for last night. I hope you don't mind Mark?" 

"Sara, I really did enjoy last night and our dance. I look forward to being able to see you again" 

There I put it out there. No mention of Robert. Sweat beads on my forehead and my balls tighten at the possibility. 

"Me too Mark" she replies, quickly followed by; 

"Until then take care, and I'll chat with you later." 

"Same to you Sara. Chat soon" 

Standing and looking down at my phone I can't help but think of another slow dance with Sara. My mind fantasized about being able to hold her close and being able to feel the curves of her body. Being able to slowly rock back and forth to the easy rhythm of the music, and the result of those thoughts was a full erection had formed. I knew better than to tread on thin ice, but there was something about her that I couldn't block from my mind. I retreated to the bedroom, undressed, and took a long hot shower. During which I continued my thoughts of Sara and took matters into my own hand. Relaxed from my shower and the release of tension, I lay down and took a nap. 

Work the next day was filled with office banter about the office party. I had kept to myself mostly not wanting to even think of the thoughts I couldn't shake loose since meeting Sara. It was only when Robert came up to me and asked how things were going did I even talk. 

"Things are going good today. Not a lot seems to be getting done and I think the office party has already put the holiday season in most people's head, and all they are thinking about is when the office shuts down next week for a few days." I told Robert. 

"Well I hope people around here don't forget we still have a job to do. I'm looking forward to some time off as well but I'll still be coming into the office regularly. There are just too many things I need to get done to take a full two weeks off." 

"Lighten up Scrooge" telling Robert haphazardly. "Besides, we should all get together and let our hair down when we don't have to drag our butts back into the office the next morning." I suggested to Robert. 

"Yeah that's a good idea bud, Sara was saying the same thing Sunday night when I got home from work. She said she had talked to you and was looking forward to going out. You must have made a good impression on her." Robert said. 

I sat there and couldn't help but wonder what impression I was making on Sara and what direction this was going. 

"Well I tried, and I think we all had a good time at the party. She's fun to hang around with Robert" I finally got out. 

Robert made the suggestion of getting together that weekend, and said he'd talk to Sara about it and see what she thought, to which I told him that would be fine just let me know. 

Sara and I had texted back and forth a couple of times that week talking about the up and coming weekend. She said Robert had asked her about going out and she agreed and was looking forward to it. When she told me that she was looking forward to dancing again, I reassured her I was looking forward to it just as much. It's when she told me about her hoping we had more than one slow dance together that made my mind wander yet again. 

Saturday arrived before I knew it, and I have to be honest I spent most of my week at work thinking about it and thinking about Sara. Some thoughts were purely innocent, but if I'm being honest, I also have to say that I had just as many, if not more, thoughts that were far from innocent. So when I drove to the club where I was meeting Robert and Sara, there were butterflies in my stomach. It had been many years since I was nervous about going out on a Saturday night. 

Walking into the club it didn't take long to find them at a large table in the corner. What did surprise me was there being four other managers from the company all sitting at the table as well. Jake, who Robert worked with, and then there was Mike, Scott, and Ray. Jake was the one I could have done without seeing. I didn't like him at work, and I sure as hell didn't want to spend an evening with him where alcohol was involved. He was loud and obnoxious at work, and could only imagine what he could be like when Jim Beam was involved. 

Getting to the table the entire group stands to shake my hand and give a pat on the back saying it was good to see me. When I came to Sara, a lump stuck in my throat. She was wearing this little black number that made my jaw drop. Spaghetti straps over the shoulders and a deep neckline that showed the curved tops and insides of her breasts which would make any man salivate. The short dress came down to the tops of her thighs and she had heels to match. She extended her arms and I gave her a quick and friendly hug but it was enough for me to realize she wasn't wearing a bra under that outfit and that point was only emphasized when we broke away from each other. Her nipples jutted out through the satiny material putting them on display. We all sat down and ordered another round of drinks and I found my hand shoot to my crotch to adjust a jolt of excitement from seeing and feeling Sara. 




The Bull



Of course it was Jake who loudly bolstered about how he had planned on getting "shitfaced" that night and wouldn't have to worry about work the next morning. To make matters worse, he toked on a $40 dollar cigar (We knew how much it cost because he made sure to tell us more than once) that stunk up the joint. I've never been one to complain about smoke or smoking, but even this was just too much. After about twenty minutes or so, I'd had enough and asked Sara to dance and she quickly accepted. 

As we get to the dance floor I hear Sara say, "Thank you." 

I ask her for what and she quickly tells me for rescuing her from an office meeting. We laugh about that and start moving our feet to the music. The music was loud and the place was packed making having a conversation almost impossible. Not long, and almost on cue, the music changes and the tempo slows down. 

I look at Sara and she has a wide smile on her face. 

"Looks like we get that slow dance huh?" I ask Sara while reaching out to her. She moves in, much closer than at the Christmas party and I can easily feel her curves as she pressed into me. 

"I must say Sara, you look stunning tonight if you don't mind me saying so." While I lean down so I'm talking almost directly into her ear. 

"No, no I don't mind you saying so at all Mark." Sara replied and I could feel her tighten the hold around me just a little more. We both sway gently, and surprisingly we moved very well together. The crowd of people surrounding us and being so far away from our table caused both of us to be bolder and push the limits of being politically correct like we were at the company party. 

I let my hand roam from her lower back upwards and between her shoulder blades before letting it gently and slowly travel back down. Sara moves in closer and puts her head on my chest and we're now moving in a sweet embrace. I continue stroking her back and sides while my other hand finds its way to her waist before coming to rest on her hip bone. My fingers wrap around her waist and are touching the top curve of her backside. I wasn't for sure and couldn't tell if it was a thong she was wearing or nothing at all underneath the dress, but the material was so thin I could feel the soft, smooth, skin that it protected from view. She felt amazing, and it didn't take my body long to respond. Blood again rushes to my groin, and I know this was going to be the point of no return, and I laid all my cards on the table. I feel my arousal growing and with my hand on her back side I pull her in closer. I can feel the pressure on my bulge as it's pressing into her stomach and I waited for her reaction. She looked up at me with a smile on her face and I can feel her grinding her body into me. She knew it. I knew it. And more to the point she was ok with it. 

With the song ending, the next one starts off much faster, but before I take a step back, Sara leans over and whispered in my ear. "I think we had better stay out here one more song just so things cool down a bit don't you agree?" 

My face turns red and I feel my neck get hot from the embarrassment and I only nod in agreement. 

When the following song ends she takes ahold of my elbow and forearm and I escort her back to our table. 

As we sit down the guys were still laughing and carrying on and of course Jake was still the loudest and that's how the rest of the evening progressed, Sara and I sitting with the group until our next round of dances, then sitting...then dancing. I for one was happy that Robert was completely immersed in the conversation at the table and not Sara, because it gave me time and time again to take her to the dance floor and get my arms around her. 

We had been there for about three hours and I had asked Sara for another dance and she refused. My stomach had a knot in it and I wondered if I had finally came to a line she wasn't going to cross and this was her way of letting me know. 

"I'm sorry Mark, but I'm going to pass this time. I'm just not feeling very well. It came on me all of a sudden." 

Robert turns to look, "Is everything ok Sara?" he asks her finally paying attention to her. 

"I don't know, I think I need some air, I just got really light headed." She answers. 

The rest of the guys finally stop talking and looked at Sara. 

"I don't mean to be a party pooper," she exclaimed, "Maybe if I just go outside and get a bit of fresh air." 

Robert stands and takes Sara by the hand. "I'll walk out with you." He tells Sara. 

"Don't be silly I can go by myself." Sara shoots back almost sarcastically. 

When Sara stands and starts walking out, Robert follows her like a little puppy. 

About ten minutes or so passes and Jake orders another round of drinks. When Robert and Sara return Robert asks me if he and I can talk for a minute. I follow Robert to the corner of the club behind our table. 

"Sara wants to go home, and I'm not quite ready to go. She told me she could go by herself but that would leave me stranded and I don't think she should drive by herself. I hate to ask you but she assured me you wouldn't mind. Would you mind taking Sara home?" 

I'm stunned and speechless. I've been known to do some pretty rotten things in my life and been called a dirty son of a bitch, but if my wife were sick and wanting to go home I wouldn't ask another man to take her home. 

"Sure. It wouldn't bother me at all." I told Robert and I was hoping the anger in my voice couldn't be heard. 

"Sara told me you don't care for Jake, and thought you wouldn't mind." Robert continues. 

"Well she hit the nail on the head with that one. I told her when we were dancing that he wasn't one of my favorite people at the company." 

"I really do appreciate it Mark, I owe you one!" 

Robert and I walk back to the table and I pick up my jacket. 

"Well guys it's been fun and hope we can do it again sometime." I tell the group. "I'm going to make sure Sara gets home safe since she's not feeling well and I need to get home anyhow." 

Jake bolstered "That's a trooper right there! Taking one for the team!" 

Sara stands and Robert helps her with her coat. He leans in to give her a kiss and I notice she turns her head so his lips land on her cheek. 

Robert turns to me and says thanks again shaking my hand and patting me on the back. I can't help but think to myself if he only knew how much of a pleasure it really would be for me to take her home. And it would serve him right. 

I reach out and take Sara by the hand that's how we walk out of the club, hand in hand. 

During the drive Sara lays her head back on the seat with her window cracked open enjoying the cool winter air. 

"I'm sorry for dragging you away like that Mark. I'm feeling much better now. It must have been the atmosphere or maybe the company or maybe it was Jake's cigar or maybe all the above that made my head spin." 

"I didn't mind at all. To be honest that particular group isn't what I would define as being a group I want to hang out with on a Saturday night. So it should be me thanking you for rescuing me again. I will admit I was taken back a little when Robert asked me to take you home." 

Sara smiles and says, "I was hoping you would want to leave and I won't complain about our dances but I can think of many more things that are more fun and things much more enjoyable than talking about work on a Saturday night." And with that Sara places her hand on my thigh and holds it there. 

"Yeah me too" is the only thing I can muster up to say. 

We pull into the driveway of their house and I turn the car off. Sara is getting out the car when I open my door. 

"I know my way inside and I'm feeling fine now, the drive home did the trick." Sara tells me. 

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't at least walk you to the door and make sure you got inside ok?" Is my reply. 

I walked around the car and take her by the hand and walk with her toward the house. Their house is huge and much nicer than my apartment and on the nicer side of town. 

When we get to the front door, Sara turns to me and says "Mark, I can't begin to thank you again for another wonderful evening and like last time I wish it didn't have to end so soon." 

"Well like I told you before I should be the one thanking you for recuing me, and making my night one to remember." 

"The night doesn't necessarily have to end. Would you like to come in for a drink?" Sara asks and her eyes were searching mine longingly. 

There it is the invite I've was hoping for the entire drive home. "I'd like that Sara." The words racing from my mouth. 

Once inside Sara starts to take off her coat and I step close enough behind her to help her with the garment. I take the coat in one hand and rest my other hand on her naked shoulder. She leans back into me obviously enjoying the touch. I drop the coat to the floor and place my other hand on her opposite shoulder and pull her back into my chest. With a gentle motion I begin to rub the shoulders and arms of this enticing woman. Sara rests her back on my chest and tilts her head to the side. Leaning my head forward I place my lips on her exposed neckline. 

"Mmmmmmmmm" Sara whimpers, and reaches up and behind her grabbing me by the back of the head pulling me into her neck. 

I allow my lips to linger from the back of Sara's ear to her collar bone and back again savoring the taste of her skin. My hands slide up and down her hips and thighs enjoying how the thin and silky smooth the material is that covers her flesh. I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in close to my body pulling her bottom in tight into the bulge of my groin. 

Sara was runs her fingers through my hair continues to say, "Mmmmmmm that's what I felt on the dance floor." And she begins grinding her bottom into the predominant lump in the front of my pants. 

I know what's going on but I want to hear her say it. 

"What is it we are doing here Sara." And my hands never leave her body continuing the soft touches. 

While she continued the slow supple grinding of her ass into me she calmly says, "Mark let's just enjoy the night and whatever happens will happen. But I will tell you I was hoping on the dance floor, that it wouldn't be the last time I felt this..." and she pushed her ass into my groin harder. 

I quickly spin Sara around, my mouth covering hers kissing her deep which she eagerly returns the kiss with equal fire. 

Our hands roam and explore without abandon tearing into each other. I reach down cupping and squeezing her ass and then gather the material of her dress pulling the hem upward until my fingers feel the smooth skin of her round bottom. Its then I find the answer to the question that puzzled me on the dance floor, no, no she wasn't wearing panties. 

"Mmmmm feels like someone was expecting and planning to have a little fun tonight." I tell her while my hand and fingers glide around the round orb of her naked ass cheek. 

"I'd tell you don't give yourself too much credit but I'd be lying. When I put this on tonight I was hoping you would appreciate it and what was under it." Sara said coyly. "I couldn't help but think about it all week." 

"Well let me just stare and admire just how damn good you look Sara." And I take a step back away from her. Looking her over head to toe where I undress her with my eyes and she can feel my piercing stare. 

"Yes, you look damn good, but what is it you said, for me to be able to appreciate it AND what was under it?" And I take a step forward while reaching out I pull the straps off her shoulders and let it fall. The slick material easily comes down her arms and catches on her breasts which hold it up. When I pull the top over her chest it unimpededly slips down her body and pools at her feet leaving her naked and exposed with the exception of her heels. 

"Jesus Christ Sara! Appreciate is a fucking understatement!" I exclaim my satisfaction. Her softball sized tits sat high on her chest and the tips were pointy and hard with deep red nipples jutting out. The hour glass shape of her body made her look even more delicious. And between her legs was completely satiny smooth and as god as my witness made my mouth salivate knowing she had either freshly shaven, or had a waxing, no doubt with her plan of tonight in mind. 

"We need to go upstairs." Sara breaks my trance with her words, and turns on her heels and starts walking away. Following her up the stairs is a task all into itself. Her ass moves from side to side, being accentuated by the high heels. I can catch a glimpse of wetness teasing and glistening at the tops of her thighs. 

She opens a door in the long hallway and I can tell it's not the master bedroom due to the lack of personalization. I push the door behind me and she stops to face me standing beside the bed and I take her in my arms for another long, deep and passion filled kiss. I allow my fingers to trace the curves of her body, but I also allow them to feel the crevice between the cheeks of her ass, before sliding them around to the front where my middle fingers dips between her legs covering it in the slick fluid of her arousal. 

"Ohhhhhh yesssssssss Mark...I'm yours tonight..." Sara purred. 

I add another finger and press both of them deeper inside her body and I hear more lust filled moans from Sara. My fingers are covered in Sara's arousal and I pull them free of the tight sheath and bring them to my mouth and she stares at me while I suck the juices from each digit. 

"I want more." I command and lower her to the bed bringing her knees up in the process draping her legs over my shoulders and bury my face between her legs. 

"Ohhhhhhhh FUCK!" Sara screams as I push my tongue into her sex licking upwards hitting her clit. 

I press down on the bottoms of her thighs holding her legs open so I can lap at her beautiful pussy like a thirsty dog at a watering bowl. With each lick I'm rewarded with the sweetest of honey as Sara is soaked. 

Sara is grasping the bed covers in both fists and then suddenly brings a fist full of bedspread to her mouth to muffle her screams of pleasure as her abdomen tightens and legs shake through her first orgasm. I tighten my grip on her legs holding her open for a full mouth assault and riding her though the first wave. 

I start to slow down riding the ebb of her orgasm with long slow licks to gather as much of her cum on my tongue as possible, drinking from the rewards of her body. 

I start to kiss my way across her stomach, taking my time to swirl the tip of my tongue in and around her belly button before continuing up to her chest. I take one hard nipple between my lips to suck and lick. Sara's hands are on the back of my head urging and pleading, damn near feeding me her tit. 

"Jesus that feels incredible Mark. You have such wonderful lipssssssssssssss" 

Sara's voice trails off and back arches when I stick two fingers back inside her and my mouth found her other breast sinking my teeth gently into the tip. 

"Oh god damn that feels good... Oh god...oh god you're going to make me cum againnnnnnn..." Sara was panting trying to talk. 

Moving my fingers in and out faster I can feel her muscles tightening around them and when I bite just a little harder on the nipple she screams out loud. 

"Oh fuckkkkkk!! Yessssss! Don't stop... Don't stop!!" 

My hand is sawing back and forth pushing my fingers in and out of her pussy when she grabs the back of my head and pulls me in tight to her bosom. I can feel her back arch again causing me only to move my hand faster. 

"Oh jesus you're going to make me pass out!" Sara says. 

I pull my fingers from her and again bring them to my mouth to lick the sweetness from them. This time she pulls my face to hers and drives her tongue between my lips tasting the product of her orgasm. 

Sara then sits up and turns me around trading places with me. She kicks off her heels and reaches for my belt. Making quick work of it and the button she pulls my pants down my legs along with my boxers. 

I see Sara's eyes widen and focus directly on my hard cock as it juts upward in all its glory. 

"Oh damn! I knew you were going to be big but... And I see that I wasn't the only one who was planning for fun tonight." Sara said making note of my grooming. I had smoothly shaved myself clean and it made my eight inch long, thick shaft look even longer and thicker. 

"Now it's your turn lover." Sara said and she has this look of determination in her eyes. 

I help her out by unbuttoning my shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. Looking down Sara was bent at the waist and reaching for my cock which she grabbed at the base and slowly started stroking upwards. She milks my cock twice and a dollop of pre-cum sits at the opening of the big mushroom head. Staring me in the eyes with the wanton look Sara slowly and dramatically sticks out her tongue swirling it around the tip of my cock scooping up the salty goo. With a devilish smile she licks her lips before she opens her mouth and her head sank. Sara's warm wet mouth feels like heaven as she slides more and more of my thick hard shaft past her lips. She doesn't stop until I feel the head hit the back of her throat where she pulled back a little and begins working her tongue licking the underside just above the base. Sucking hard and twisting her neck to rotate her head she sucks moving back up keep a tight seal around my girth. Up and down, back and forth, Sara engulfs as much of my length expertly sucking me to perfection. I feel her soft fingers pulling and toying with my balls and when I feel her index finger slip down and press against my asshole I almost empty my heavy nuts down her throat. So taboo but the feeling sends bolts of electricity into my bowels and stomach which then radiates through my body. 

"Uhhhh Uhhhh Uhhhhh" Mumbling, my hips involuntarily start to lift and lower trying desperately to shove more of my hardness down Sara's neck. 

Skillfully, Sara controls the tempo with her mouth and fingers keeping me on edge, and when I feel the pressure of her finger pressing inside my rectum I'm blinded by a white flash of light of pure sexual pleasure. 

Uhhhh Uhhhh Uhhhh More uncontrolled groaning, moving my hips up feeding Sara more of my cock, and then moving my hips back down to feel the pressure in my ass. Sara must have sensed that I was getting close because she lifts her head up. She had created so much suction, that my dick noisily "popped" when the bulbous head burst from between her lips. 

Again, in full dramatic function, Sara looks up and over my flat stomach and licks her lips slowly while staring at me with those devious blue eyes. 

"It's about time I get to know what this feels like deep inside me." Sara said while her hand massaged my length up and down. She moves to the other side of the bed and with only a little bit of wordless direction has me positioned with my head lying toward the foot of the bed. 

Sara walks over to the night stand, opening the drawer reaching inside pulling something out. It's when she tears the wrapper open I seen it was a condom. Sara places each of her knees on the outsides of my thighs and slowly starts stoking my hard member with her hand and with skilled precision rolling the thin rubber protection down to the base. And she gingerly stroked me two or three more times before moving into position. I stare up at her and study her body. Sara is the kind of woman who looks even better naked than with clothes on. And watching her naked body hover over mine is breathtaking. She reaches down and takes hold of me and positions the head for entry splitting the sweet pink folds. With her being clean shaven; I get a beautiful view of her wet nether lips as she rubbed them back and forth with the tip of my cock, occasionally bringing it across her clit and would let out a long loud moan in the process. 




The Bull



Then suddenly, and without warning she drops her weight down impaling herself on my rod. 

The moan or scream that Sara let loose was incredibly loud and it was at that time I wonder what the neighbors might be thinking. 

"Are you ok?" I ask 

"Oh my god yes!" Sara replies panting as she is rising up and then driving back down on me again. 

Sara continues, lost in the pleasures of being filled with my think man meat and her eyes are shut and head leaning back. She places her hands on my chest, and in two more bounces of her skewering herself, I am fully inside her. 

"Soooooo fucking good, so fucking deep!" Sara moaning as she gyrates her hips while keeping me deep inside her. 

"Oh Jesus you're so god damn deep! I've never been so completely filled like this." Sara is lost savoring the ride. And hearing her say that I can only get harder thinking Robert must be smaller than I am. 

I don't care who you are, but every man is concerned about size and if it's enough. I had never been told otherwise and had mostly great compliments on my size, but every time I hear it, it sends me on my own sexual high. Then combine the visuals of this gorgeous woman riding me made me feel like a king. 

I reach up and lightly pinch Sara's nipple rolling it between thumb and finger. With my opposite hand I fondle and massage her other breast and again I'm rewarded with another long loud moan. Sara begins moving up and down slowly, taking her time and setting the pace until she finds the right rhythm and I can see she's building her orgasm closer and closer. 

I've always enjoyed when a woman is verbal in bed but I was completely surprised by Sara. 

"Oh my god your cock is beautiful!" 

"I could fuck you all night!" 

"Your huge cock fills me up!" 

It was one after the other as she was causing my ego to swell to the same proportion she had caused my dick to swell. 

Sara then quickens her pace and I know she was building to the point of no return. Her tight, wet pussy is quivering and massaging me as she rides me like a crazed woman. It's everything I can do to hold off as long as I can to let her enjoy every inch and get off before me. 

"oh fuck! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK! That's it...that's it I'm cumming!" Sara screams. 

"That big beautiful cock is making me cummmmmmmmm..." Sara's body tightens and her nails scratch my chest. I grabbed her hips and lifted to meet every movement, her pussy tightening around my hardness and I begin my own sweet journey of bliss. The first explosion of my cock erupts and the subsequent bursts cause my body to shake and spasm as my balls empty into the tight confines. 

When Sara is coming back down to earth, she leans over and kisses me with the softest of lips. I run my hand up and down her back gently and warmly caressing her. 

"My god that was incredible Mark." Sara whispers in my ear and I kiss her neck. 

"I'm glad you think so Sara, you're an amazing woman and I really enjoyed it too." 

"Jesus what time is it?!" I sit up almost in shock. 

What the hell have I done? Not only did I just get done fucking Sara, but Robert should be home any time. 

"Relax sweetie, everything is ok and you have time, but you're right we should get ourselves together." I don't find Sara's words as comforting as maybe I should. All I can think about was that Robert will come bursting through the door any minute, or maybe he was already home? The thought made me weak and my stomach twist. 

"I've got to go Sara. We can't let Robert find me here, let alone like this." I tell her pulling her off my now soft cock. She reaches down and pulls the condom off of me and then opened her mouth and sucked my wilting member. Sara licked and cleaned every drop of the white milky residual from my dick sucking me clean. 

Sara stands up licking her lips in dramatic fashion and I quickly dress as fast as my shaking hands and fingers will allow. 

I sit down on the bed and begin tying my shoes when Sara says "Honestly, you are fine. I'm sure he will be another couple of hours. He normally is." 

"Well normally isn't what I want to bet on. I'm sorry I just don't want to take the chance Sara. You have to understand that." I tell her. 

"Yes, yes I understand. I'll text you tomorrow?" Sara asked almost in a rejected tone. 

Standing I take Sara's naked body in my arms giving her a long embrace and longer kiss. "Yes Sara, I didn't mean for it to sound so callous and like I didn't want to talk to you now. I just don't want Robert to catch us. I'll let you text me first and let me know how things went tonight too." 

I gather myself before I start to walk through the opened bedroom door and head down the stairs. For some reason I find it necessary to look out the window first to see if Robert's car was in the drive and am relieved when it is not. 

Opening the door, I turn and see Sara, still stark naked standing behind me. I kiss her quickly again telling her goodbye, before I walk to my car clicking the locks open well before I reach for handle to open the door. A turn of the key and moment later I'm heading down the opposite direction in which I came. I got the idea in case Robert was on his way home he wouldn't see me or my car just leaving his neighborhood. 

The drive home is surreal having feelings of nervousness but excitement. Sara was everything and then some of what I had been thinking about the past week. Little did I realize how incredibly sexy the woman is and how sexual she could be under the right circumstance. I'm sure the excitement was heightened for her with the taboo of doing something naughty. Was this a real side to her? Or was it just being caught up in the moment. Whatever it is I know I enjoyed the results. The demure nature being set aside when all the ingredients came together and allowed her to be who she craved, a sexual and sexy woman. Whose cravings and desires had been confined and pent up only to be released with me. Which brings up another question, why me? There is no doubt she is a good looking woman and she could probably find numerous guys, much safer guys, to fuck who wasn't so close to her husband let alone a coworker and a friend of his. And that thought struck me as odd, am I? Am I a friend if I fuck your wife? There is a hell of a lot more reasons to say no to that question then there are yes. In fact, I can't really come up with any reason as to why a friend would fuck a friend's wife. So where does that leave me and Robert? 

Sara is trouble. I can't see any of this having a positive outcome. But if she wants to hook up again, I am having very little doubt that I'm going to say no, or even that I would want to say no. For me it's perfect, a woman who is incredibly good in bed and no commitment, what could be better? Let's not answer that one just yet. 

Sitting alone in my apartment causes me to run the events of last night over and over in my head. Replaying each and every moment, from dancing, to undressing Sara to her verbalization of how much she was enjoying having me deep inside her. I find myself with a constant hard on all morning and jacking off twice gave little relief and it's about that time when I hear my phone go off and see it's a text from Sara that makes me smile. 

"hey stud how's my big dicked friend doing this morning?" The text reads. 

Jesus, what a way to start off a conversation, but I can't help but smile some more being labeled by this minx as big dicked. 

"me and my big dick are doing pretty good this morning." I reply. "how about you and that sweet tight pussy of yours?" 

"oh baby, it wont be tight for long if you keep stretching it all out of shape" she continues stroking more of my ego with each word. 

"so what are you up to today? 

When did Robert get home last night?" I couldn't help but have a thousand questions. 

"It's funny you ask that, Robert asked me this morning over coffee what I thought about inviting you over tonight for a drink" 

"omg what did you say?" I text back shocked. 

"I told him I thought that was a great idea. Which I do LOL" Sara says. I can almost see her grinning. 

"Jesus Sara, I don't know if I can do that or not. 

"It's one thing doing things in private but sitting in the living room with him. 

"It's too risky" I text her back 

"I think it's risky if you don't 

"If you automatically start to avoid him it may make him wonder why" Sara's reply made sense 

"So what do you have in mind?" I ask 

"Nothing out of the ordinary, you come over have a few drinks just like normal people do" 

"what time are you thinking?" 

"I'm thinking around 7:00 if you don't have plans" 

"yeah I can do that The hard part for me will be not to get a hard on LOL" 

"LOL we will try not to dance" Sara replied back causing a smile to broaden my face. 

"Ok I'll see you tonight." I text Sara and I can't help but ask the questions again. What am I doing? What good can come of this?" They were questions without answers, but nonetheless I am going back over to see Sara tonight. Oh yeah...and Robert too. 

Robert greets me at the door like we are best friends, shaking my hand and patting me on the back. He tells me to follow him to the living room and asked me what I wanted to drink, and that Sara had been excited all day when I said I was coming over. Stepping inside the room Sara is sitting on the couch smiling ear to ear. Standing she walks over to me to give me a hug and then retreats back to where she was sitting on the couch. Sara is wearing a blue skirt that flowed down to her knees and a simple button up blouse that matches. 

Robert comes back into the room carrying three drinks handing me mine and Sara hers before retreating to, what I can only assume, was his chair. It was all leather and a high back and it made him look smaller sitting in it. 

"Dude, I can't thank you enough for taking Sara home last night and taking care of her like you did" Robert said. 

I almost spit my drink out as I hear him and choke it back down. They both notice my reaction and laughed, obviously for different reasons. 

Sara speaks up saying that Robert does make a pretty stiff drink and it catches people by surprise sometimes, obviously trying to bail me out. 

I told them that must have been it and looked to sit down. The only seat was on the couch with Sara and I choose the opposite end of the couch, sitting as far away from her as possible. 

"It really wasn't a big deal Robert. And like we talked about last night, Jake isn't one of my favorite people to be around so I didn't mind at all" I told Robert. 

"Well I think it was a pretty big deal" Sara spoke while she starred into my eyes and after a long pause adds, "Being able to leave such pleasant company last night had to be a huge sacrifice." 

I could feel the heat on the back of my neck and my face turning red with Sara's innuendo. 

"Nah, it really wasn't but I won't argue with the host." Is the only thing I could come up with to say? 

We sit and talk about this and that, not really having a conversation but it was more like killing time. Maybe it was just me, but I feel a hint of awkwardness in the air. Robert stands and offers to get another round of drinks, and when he had steps from the room Sara looks at me and smiles, and then pulls her skirt up flashing me her bald pussy. My widened eyes stare only for a moment before my neck turns sharply to see where Robert is. Sara is still sitting there looking over the hem of her dress as she was still holding it high enough, legs open, to give me a perfect view. When Robert called out "Do you want the same thing?" I choked out a "Yes that's exactly what I want." And Sara could only stifle the laughter before lowering her skirt and scoots a little closer to me, making me nervous as hell. 

Robert returns with the drinks and retreats back to his chair, obviously taking note of Sara shifting to where she was sitting. 

"Listen Mark," Sara begins, "there is something that we or I want to talk to you about. " And Sara scoots just a little closer to me sitting her drink down on the coffee table in front of us. There was a hint of seriousness in her voice, and my stomach tightened up. 

"Where is she going with this?" I say to myself 

"I have a proposition for you and Robert is in full agreement. I guess it would be best for me to start from the beginning. 

"You know how many hours Robert spends at work, and you also know that he isn't home very often, again, because of work and because of traveling for work. This in turn leaves me fending for myself in more ways than one." My stomach now started moving toward my throat. 

"When you brought me home last night, as you know, there was some planning involved. But what you don't know is that Robert did in fact come home early and knows everything." My stomach is now rocketing past my throat and into my mouth and it's all I can do to force the bile back down. 

My first reaction, other than swallow my guts back where they belong, is to look at Robert, who is sitting there, smiling with the biggest cat that got the canary look on his face. 

Sara continues talking. "I can see by your reaction that you're upset but please don't be. Robert knew ahead of time, and was hoping you would follow through with what both he and I wanted and yes planned." Sara scooted even a little closer to me and instinctively I retreated to the deepest corner of the couch as I could. Sara smiled and only inched even closer. "What you don't understand is that Robert enjoyed watching. I can't speak for him but suffice to say he didn't enjoy it as much as me." And Sara reaches over and places her hand on my thigh. 

I could have jumped through the roof and my gut was telling me to do just that, or at the very least jump up and run out the door as fast as I could, but there was something, maybe it was the way Sara was touching me, or maybe it was something else that kept me glued to the big leather couch. 

"And what you also don't realize is that it's me that is making all the decisions here, and it was only Robert who made the suggestion that it be with you. When I met you at the company party I knew right then and there, I wanted you as my lover." 

The words sound like they are being blasted over the speakers at a concert. Loud and still ringing in my ears I try my best to ascertain and decrypt what she is saying. When Sara started rubbing the inside of my thigh, my mind was playing catch up with my cock. My mind couldn't register what was going on but the lump that was forming in my trousers proved my body did. 

"Robert works hard and is good at what he does. But there are a few things that require much more attention. And you Mark, can give me what he can't. Robert and I learned some time ago, that as strong as he is with his career, he is weak, very weak, in satisfying me completely. And that just doesn't sit well with me. So we decided that I can do what I need to take care of things the proper way. That's where you come in Mark. I would like you to take care of those needs." Sara floats her hand over the bulge in my pants causing me to inhale deeply. I look over at Robert, whose hand had traveled down to his crotch and was covertly rubbing himself. 

I would like to think you enjoyed last night, and if I'm right would enjoy more. Am I wrong Mark? Did you have a good time last night?" Sara says and she applies more pressure to my now fully hard shaft. 

"I did enjoy myself, but to be honest I'm really not for sure what is going on here or what you are asking." I speak with crackle to my voice. 

I'm saying Mark, if you want more you can have more. I want you to stay, but the choice is yours whether you go... or whether you come..." and Sara left those words just hang there while she starred at me and licked her lips. During the conversation I hadn't realized until then that Sara was moving closer and closer to me, and by the time I could answer she was damn near sitting on my lap. 

I look over at Robert who is still sitting motionless, little expression on his face. He's not throwing me out of the house, and he's not telling me yes. Just sitting there and I can't help but want to see where this is going. And I know my rock hard tool is casting his vote on what it wants. 

I run my fingers through Sara's hair and let the backs of them brush her cheek delicately and simply say, "I think I'll stay." 

Sara smiles and begins to undue the buckle of my belt, then the button of my slacks before sliding the zipper down. 

I find it easier to keep my eyes on her instead of Robert, and allow her to proceed. 

Sara was reaching her tender hand inside the waistband before she was pulling my cock free of the confines of my pants and boxers, and then without a word, she dips her head and opens her mouth, sucking the head in quickly and continues downward until the tip was hitting the back of her throat. I hear her murmur and gag just a little before pulling upward. Sara moved her head up and down a few more times ensuring I was rock hard before releasing my cock and standing up. She stands in front me pulling my socks and shoes off and my pants and boxers soon follow. Sara moves her dainty fingers to the buttons of my shirt and it quickly joins the pile of clothes on the floor beside the couch. It's not until I'm stripped of all my clothes does she come back to the couch and where gets on all fours with her face over my groin and her moist lips poised ready for action. Her side position gives Robert a clear view of what was happening and I can't help but look over searching for his reaction. 

Robert is sitting like a statue, eyes glued to Sara and the only sign of life was the movement of one hand that he used to stroke himself through his pants. I can't help but think this is really happening and in all the taboos of normal thinking, I'm sitting in the living room of my coworker, and his wife is about to suck my cock in front of him. 

My eyes close when I felt the warm wet mouth engulfing my shaft. Sara is using her hand to play with my balls and occasionally grip the base of my spear with her fingers. She methodically works me with all her skills and talents, swirling her tongue around the crown and head on the upstrokes before licking the sides on her down strokes. 

I find my fingers combing her hair gently reveling in the pleasures of a skilled blowjob. The warmth of her tongue, the eagerness of her mouth and the tight lock of her lips has me moaning out loud. 

Sitting there I look down and can see the back of Sara's head moving up and down and I can see my hardness glistening wet from her efforts. 

About five minutes or so goes by of Sara giving my cock a thorough mouth massage before I find my fingers clenching and grabbing a fistful of hair on the back of her head while I move my ass up off the leather couch. Now I'm controlling more and begin to give her mouth and throat a good fucking. 

Sara is gagging and her eyes are watering taking me much deeper than she did less than twenty-four hours before. I'm not for sure if it was putting on a good show for Robert or she was just doing her damndest to get my rod down her neck but either way my balls were tightening from the results of her enthusiasm. 

Opening my eyes I see Robert sitting across the room watching the scene intently. Somewhere along the way he had pulled his dick out through the zipper of his slacks and was stroking it feverishly. And I could see why Sara said what she said. Robert could barely get four fingers around his skinny little dick. 

Sara picks her head up and clasping her chin and I can see where her mascara had run from her eyes watering. It gives her a slutty yet sultry look and turns me on even more. I bring her mouth to mine and kiss her deeply. 

Breaking the kiss, Sara stands in front of me, facing me and starts to slowly work each button of her blouse. My eyes are riveted to her body as she strenuously revealed inch by inch of creamy flesh during her striptease. First it's the top of her chest below her neck, and then I can see the inner curves of her breasts that were discreetly hidden behind the thin cloth. Next the flatness of her belly comes into view before the last fastener is unbuttoned and frees her to open her blouse wide leaving nothing to the imagination. 




The Bull



Sara's nipples stand hard and proud on the tips of her breasts. Her blouse slides down her shoulders to the floor unveiling the top half of her body. 

Sara reaches behind her, unfastening the clasp of her skirt, unzipping the same and lets it pool at her feet before stepping out of the ring of gathered material. She turned around facing Robert and bent over in impressive fashion allowing me to survey the heavy wetness formed at the apex of her legs. Sara reaches down and strategically located under a bowl on the coffee table, she pulls out the shiny wrapper of a new condom. 

Backing up and still facing away from me, Sara places a foot on either side of mine, straddling me while standing. My hands find their mark and roam around the sweet round ass she has presented me. Reaching down between her legs she bends slightly at the waist to take my shaft in one hand, stroking it deliberately and smoothly rolls the rubber down my rod to the base with the other hand. My fingers take advantage of her being bent over and I slip two fingers inside her juicy cunt moving them in and out a few times. "oh yesssssssss" Sara purrs. 

I finger her in and out a couple of times before she moves, and again I stick them in my mouth to taste. Sara bends at the knees lowering and with my cock still wrapped in her fingers pointing it to her wet opening. She slides the tip between the delicate lips coating the head with her juices. I can hear her take a deep and watch my dick disappear inch by inch in the tight cocoon of her pussy. 

"Mmmmmmmmmm" Sara moans loudly. "Oh my god that feels so fucking good" she continues as she slides me deep into her inner core. "I told you Robert he had a big cock." Sara says as she starts her upstroke. "You can clearly see now how he fills me up, not like last night when you had to spy through the door." 

So that's it!! Robert did come home and watched us. I could only wonder for how long Robert stood outside the spare bedroom and watched me fuck his wife. 

As Sara was venturing back down my shaft, I can feel my cock growing, getting even harder and bigger. 

The room resounds in the sounds of moaning, gasping, and grunting and Sara rides me hard and my hips thrusting upward violently to meet her every movement. If this is what she wants, if this is what he wants, then I'm going to do my finest to give it to them. 

Another long loud moan escapes from Sara's lips and she quickly picks up the pace bouncing up and down. I can see the juices flowing from between her legs and with a loud growl Sara peaks. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh Fuck! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck YESSSSSSS!!" Sara sat in my lap legs open wide and draped over my knees with me buried deep inside her and her body convulsing. 

I reach around her with both hands mauling at her tits and begin to devour the back of her neck. 

"Oh my god that big cock can make me cum so damn hard!" 

Sara rises and I can see all the white creamy girl cum covering my shaft and she slowly sinks back down. A few more slow strokes of her moving up and down and then Sara leans back pressing her back into my chest. This had to give Robert a full view of my cock buried deep in his wife's pussy. Sara rotated her hips in little circles keeping most of me inside her while she massaged my tool with her inner muscles. 

I continue pawing at her chest and kissing, nibbling and biting her neck while she is in this position before I let my hand roam down between her legs to tickle and rub her exposed clit. Sara's gasps and moans let me think she just had another little orgasm and then she rises and stands back up leaving my cock to stand tall pointing at the ceiling. I can see the insides of Sara's thighs are gleaming from the fucking we had been doing, coated in all her sweet juices. She then turns to face me and gets on her knees. 

"We don't need this now." Sara says as she pulls the condom off. "It's not that I don't think you're safe, it's because I don't want to get pregnant. Now it's your turn lover." 

And with that being said, Sara goes down on me hard and fast. She squeezes her hand, wrapping it around the base, and with all the gusto of a cheap hooker sucks me like her life depends on it. Up and down her head bobs taking as much of my root down her throat as she can. Occasionally Sara pauses only to come up for air and to catch her breath. 

Sara looks up at me and "I want to taste every bit of you. Everything you can give me." And she quickly goes back to sucking me all the determination she can muster. 

"Arghhhhhhhhhh! Oh SHIT!! Take it Sara...take every drop!" Raising my hips high the first thick rope of ejaculate erupts with force. Sara swallows hard but, before she can get it all the way down the second volley follows and comes spilling out from around her lips. Sara doesn't give up and continues swallowing as my balls and cock sends more seamen down her throat. Gagging her way through it Sara is relentless in her intent to get every drop. As my body shakes and spasms, Sara dives deeper and begins licking the sticky mess from my balls and shaft. And as my breathing is heavy, I see her scooping up the surplus with her fingers that had found its way to the leather surface and she licks them clean. 

When satisfied that she has all the lingering cum from my body she looks up at me with the biggest smile of accomplishment. I can see where her chin and cheek is smeared in my man goo and I take my own finger to wipe it off. She greedily takes my finger sucking it seductively. 

"I told you I wanted everything you can give me and boy you don't disappoint!" 

Sara gets up off the floor and sits beside me on the couch snuggling her head on my chest as I wrap my arm around her shoulder like a little girl. She lazily plays with my softening cock and I begin rubbing her shoulder and back. 

I look over and see Robert, his hand and front of his pants sticky from what I can only assume from his self-provided orgasm. 

"Mmmmmmmm, I told you honey he was going to be able to take care of me. And I see you enjoyed it too." Sara tells Robert. 

Robert sat there only shaking his head up and down, his wilted cock between his fingers. 

"So is it my understanding you want me to fuck you from time to time so he can watch?" I ask Sara. 

"Mark, it goes beyond that if you are willing. I want you as my lover. Robert will own my heart, but you will own my body. Robert doesn't have to be there. He is only here tonight to prove to you that he knows, and more importantly is accepting in the fact you are fucking me." 

My mind races at the possibilities. No commitment. Great sex from someone more than willing, and if I'm being honest with myself, I had an overpowering feeling of manliness and conquering while I was pounding into Sara knowing he was watching and playing with his little dick. Knowing no matter what he did, he can't match how full I can make Sara fill and her screams and moans proved the fact she enjoys being split open from my manhood. 

"It's all kind of overwhelming Sara. It's something I'm going to have to think on. Make no mistake, I enjoyed what you and I did last night and what we did tonight, but to make this a regular thing, it's going to take some getting used to say the least." I tell her almost forgetting Robert is in the room. 

"Well I shouldn't have to tell you that what we have done and what we might do needs to stay just between us. It's another reason why Robert suggested I meet you. We both trust you." Sara says. 

"That really does make me feel good Sara, and you're right, it doesn't need to be said. What we do is only between us, that I can assure you because the repercussions and backlash from this little trinity could be devastating to all of us. I surely don't need word to get out that I'm fooling around with a manager's wife. I'm not in a Robert's position, but I'm comfortable with where I'm at and enjoy the work I'm doing." 

"Robert, why don't you put your dick away, and go and get us fresh drinks?" Sara tells Robert who dutifully responds by getting up and heads to the other room. 

"I really do like you Mark. You can be such a gentleman and treat me with respect. But you can also fuck the living shit out of me and I think we both enjoy that. Do you?" Sara asks. 

"I do respect you for the lady you are Sara, but like I was saying, I really have enjoyed everything we have done. And yes I would enjoy doing more. I just need to think about this as a whole." 

"I understand that and will let you think about it, but I'm hoping to have this," and Sara gives my cock a gentle squeeze, "a lot more. I had a partner that took care of me from Robert's last company, but he was nowhere close to being the man you are. Jesus this cock makes me feel amazing, and you can hit spots I've never had hit before." 

Sara leans in and I pull her in for a passion filled kiss. We take our time letting our lips and tongues explore softly. I slowly stroke her back and her hand moves from my groin to my chest rubbing it tenderly. 

"I think we can be fabulous lovers Mark, but I will let you think about it." 

My cock stirs and comes to life. And I let out a soft moan which Sara quickly picks up on. She moves her hand back to my lap where she begins massaging it back to full hardness. 

"If it's a lover you want then allow me to lay you back and take care of you." I tell Sara. 

Sara lies back on the couch and opens her knees slightly. 

"Anything...anything you want. But you have to use protection. There are more condoms there." Sara points to the coffee table and reaching down I get a fresh one. Tearing it open I let the wrapper fall to the floor, and slip it on. I move my hips between her legs. 

"Take me, take me and put me where you want me Sara." My voice is barely a whisper. 

Reaching down she places the head at her entrance. I lean down and kiss her while thrusting my hips forward. I enter her with slow controlled power, sinking all the way inside. 

"ohhhhhhhhh damn baby..." Sara coos as she wraps her legs around my waist locking her ankles and her arms around my shoulders and back tightly holding me deep inside her body. I let my hips rock gently back and forth softly pulling out only an inch or two before burying my length back inside her. I grind my hips trying to get every millimeter of my hardness embedded between her legs. I can feel her pubic bone grinding as well and it must have been giving her quite the feeling. 

Sara words were much softer and less dramatic and only whispers where exchanged this time. 

"God Mark you feel amazing. So damn deep..." 

Rolling my hips in the slightest of circles I slowly and methodically get her closer. Feeling the insides of her pussy tighten and squeeze me and I don't stop the deliberate movements keeping as much of my girth buried inside her as I can. 

"uh...Uh...UHHHHHHHHHHH" Sara's moan came deep from within, and I can feel her nails scratching into the flesh on my back. Her legs tighten in a vice-like lock around my hips and her back arches. 

I hold her tightly and ride her through a long and powerful orgasm. Her sex tightens, gripping me. I can hear her deep breaths and it fuels my dominance of pleasing this woman. 

With our bodies pressed together, I look down at her and those beautiful blue eyes staring back at me. We lean our heads closer, and enjoy the passions of a man and woman through touched lips. 

"You my dear are going to be addicting" I whisper to her. 

"I can only hope so because I'm already craving for next time Mark." 

Suddenly I see her eyes shift and we both look up and see Robert standing above us, drinks in hand. I crawl up and off of Sara, and sitting back I remove the condom. Looking at Sara, she tells me just to set it to the side, we will clean up in a bit. 

Robert hands us our drinks, which taste great. 

"So it looks like Mark is going to be around more often?" Robert finally spoke. 

"I'm not for sure, yet, he's going to think about it some more, but I think there is a good chance of it." Sara answers. 

Taking another big swallow of the drink I chime in, "It's something that I'm going to think about, but yes Robert, I think I would enjoy seeing Sara more often." This time I speak directly toward him. 

Sara leans over and gives me a big hug and kiss. 

"I hope that's what you decide." She tells me. 

"I'm sure there is going to be a lot more to talk about," I say "But knowing that you approve of me seeing her Robert makes a big difference. You have said very little tonight about all of this, and I'm interested in what you are thinking about. It's one thing to have some kinky fun one night but something totally different knowing I'm seeing Sara regularly." 

"If you're asking me about what gets me off then I can't really speak about that." Robert replied. "But there are some men in this world who enjoy it. Enjoy seeing their wife serviced by another man. I have total control at work, and this allows me to let loose of that control." 

"It's surely given me a lot to think about that's for sure." I tell them both. "And every normal person would say I'm nuts, but to say I'm intrigued is an understatement. And make no mistake Sara is an amazing lover whom I would enjoy being with. But I still need to think about it more when my dick isn't doing all the persuading." 

I stand, and Sara stands with me. 

"Let me show you were the shower is so you can clean up if you want." She says. 

"Nah, I'm ok, the scent of your body is all over me and I'm going to enjoy it while I drive home and sit and think about what has happened." 

Gathering my clothes that had been strewn on the floor and I get dressed. 

"You can stay the night if you want Mark. You know we have the spare bedroom we can use..." Sara says as I'm tying my shoes. 

"I do appreciate it, and normally I might take you up on that offer but there is still so much more for me to comprehend. I'll call you tomorrow and we can talk some more." 

Sara walks me to the door and Robert is behind her. I step aside from Sara to shake Robert's hand first and tell him thank you, and then Sara leans in and to give me a hug. We stand there in a warm embrace and she kisses as if she was sending me out to the battlefield. 

"I'll be waiting to hear from you tomorrow Mark. Besides, you need to let me finish and take care of this" And Sara reaches down and gives my hardened groin a squeeze. I look back at her, giving her a promise to call early so we can talk. 

The door shuts behind me and unlike last night I walk easily to my car. I find a radio station that's playing slow music. The kind of music I enjoy dancing with Sara to. The drive home seems to take a lot longer, my mind pouring over the past 24 hours. I've pretty much made the determination of what I want to do, but, now my mind is thinking about the logistics of it. How? Where? When? How often? Am I committing myself to Sara? And then there is Robert. What role is he playing in this if any? Since I've met Sara, there seems to always be questions. Maybe that should be my warning to call them tomorrow and say thank you but no thanks. But when my mind wanders to the fullness of Sara's lips or the tightness of her sex, my cock hardens and I know damn well that's not what I'm going to do. 

Lets face it...Sara has found her bull.



The Bull Always Wins



A bit apprehensively, she looked at me and raising her hand shook just one finger at me, as if to tell me to behave. Smiling a huge smile, I merely nodded back to her and lowered my gaze, as if in surrender to her wishes. Little did she know that not only did I love a good challenge. But that the better it got, the more the crowd would roar their approval.

One of our girl attendants helped her climb aboard the Bull as she was about to get the ride of her life, if I had anything to do with it. And with the control board sitting in front of me, I had everything to do with it. Sweet and young (probably about 23 or 24), she was slim and trim and dressed for fun. Cute with firm breasts from where I sat, she was blonde and had had enough to drink that her friends had talked her into a Bull ride. A sleeveless, frilly blouse, and a short full skirt were all she had on, once she had taken her shoes off. Out for a wild night of clubbing, she had obliviously neglected to wear a bra. Not only were her nipples very evident, but when swinging her leg over to mount the Bull a glimpse of her white thong panty was briefly seen.

The crowd behind the ropes around the cushioned area were stirring and murmuring to themselves, as if they knew their lust was about to be satisfied. A good Bull operator could make a very nice living off the crowd, if we let them pay us for the sights to be shown during the brief rides.

Starting the Bull up, swinging around, then up and down gently gave her the confidence that she could last the full eight seconds (only she didn't realize that I had the slowest eight second clock in existence). Someone once had told me that my eight second clock took three minutes to complete the eight seconds. Well, what can I say, it all depends on who is on the Bull and how they are dressed.

Softly, with the touch of a most gentle lover, I caressed the two gyro sticks on the control panel, and slightly slid the speed up just a notch or so. She was still sitting upright and laughing as she thought she had the power over the Bull. Sliding her back and forth on the Bull's back, the crowd was coming to life and their noise was cheering her (or me) on to greater heights of a good, full ride.

"YOU CAN DO IT", and "RIDE THAT BULL", even an occasional "RIDE 'EM, COWGIRL" were coming from the crowd as they clamored for more.

When the light sheen of sweat began to form on her forehead, I knew that it was time to put the Bull and rider into their paces. Just barely increasing the speed, I sharply took her to the left, then the right. So she would know that edge of fear realizing she had no control over the Bull or the ride. 

Sliding her back and forth on the Bull's back had done what it was supposed to, as I tilted her back just enough to see under the hem of her skirt to see the thong smoothly working it way between her pussy lips. A shiny slick trail of her juices was evident on the back of EL TORO (yes, our Bull had a name), and the crowd was getting quite vocal in calling for more.

A really good Bull operator can almost fully strip anyone naked if they try to stay on for the full ride. Her blouse had lost a button or two, which was noticed not only the crowd, but her, as she tried to rebutton it while swinging on back of a gyrating Bull. Not a good idea, as it was my job to ensure she didn't have a chance of winning that game. A tilt to the back whenever she tried to redo the buttons was enough to make her grab the padded handle with both hands and forget about any buttons.

Another increase in the speed, and she was getting flush and her mind was concentrating on her pussy sliding on that leather cushioned surface that was bringing her up to needing a climax. Determined to hang on for the full ride, and I was equally determined to give it to her. Only at my speed, not just to have her up and roaring, but also the crowd.

"GO, CINDY, GO", "RIDE 'EM" and "YOU CAN DO IT" made you wonder if they even cared about the Bull anymore, or just wanted to see her have a screaming climax. Her blouse was fully opened by now showing her lovely hard nipples and breasts moving with the motions of the Bull. Her thong had completely disappeared into her red, swollen pussy lips and was in full view of the crowd as "she rode the Bull".

Sensing she was about to have a full blown orgasm, I slowly increased the up and down and swinging side to side to help her get there. Screaming at the top of her lungs and squirting juices from her bared pussy, she let go of the handle and flew softly off into the cushions. Lying there with her skirt still up around her waist, you could see the spasms of her glowing, puffy pussy lips as cream oozed from her.

The girl attendants knew not to try to help her up, or interrupt the euphoria world that she was in at that moment. Heaving breaths as her naked breasts rose and fell had the crowd cheering and yelling with delirium and glee. Shuttering and shaking with light tremors, she slowing began to come back and realize where she was, and what body parts were not covered by clothes anymore.

As she attempted to re-button her blouse, the attendants rushed over to help her up and half carry her off the cushions back to her friends. The crowd roared with their fullest appreciation, and forgot about me, as they congratulated her on her marvelous Bull ride.

Blushing and walking very gingerly, her and her friends went through the crowd to accept all the drinks that were promised to her for her performance. Slyly, she turned and looking directly at me, had raised her hand and smiling, shook her finger at me. I stood, smiling back at her, I nodded and put my hand to lips, and threw her a kiss.

SCORE: EL TORO--1 THONGS--0

But the night was still young and the bull was ready for more.