7 comments/ 237080 views/ 22 favorites Kate's First BJ By: Agnol It was the fall of my sophomore year in college and I had just moved into a new apartment and I had put up an ad for a room mate to help cover the expenses. A number of girls had called but the one I settled on was a girl named Kate who was just a freshman but her parents were well to do and she didn't want to live in the dorms. Most of the other girls I either knew by name or reputation and I really didn't want my pad to become party central. Kate was a small town girl, who was still dating her high school sweet heart, who was stuck at home attending junior college because he couldn't afford to go to school out of town. Her soft brown hair was fairly long, reaching to the middle of her back, and her slight frame made her appear to be much younger than her 18 years. As we moved her stuff into the apartment there was one very small suitcase that didn't look to be much bigger than one of those old lunch boxes. "What's in here?" I asked. "Whatever it is, it can't be much." "My bras," Kate replied. "They don't really take up a lot of room." She stuck out her chest and smiled goofily. I laughed because she was fairly flat chested. In fact the bra she was wearing made up most of the curves on her chest. "Oh well, at least I've got the butt of a 12 year old boy to match the chest, huh?" Kate was right, her derriere did look fabulous in the tight jean shorts she was wearing. In fact despite her lack of a bosom she was indeed very feminine. I attended a number of parties that first month and always invited Kate to attend but she always begged off, saying that she was going to call her boyfriend. One evening I came home with a hunk of a guy, Mark, and found that Kate was out of the house and the two of us began to make out on the couch. By the time we had removed half of our clothing I had completely forgotten about my room mate. Mark had taken my top off and had busily massaged and kneaded my breasts through my satin bra and was driving me wild all the while kissing and licking my neck and the exposed skin around my breasts. I pushed him back and peeled my bra off and then began to unbutton his fly. I kissed his stomach following the light trail of hair as I pushed his jeans down over his hips. A low moan escaped Mark's lips as my mouth covered his erection through his boxer shorts. His cock jerked as I pressed the tip of my tongue against the underside just below the crown. "Did I tell you I liked to give head?" My throaty whisper had Mark groaning in anticipation. He lifted his hips and tried to jerk his boxer shorts off, but because of our position he couldn't pull it all the way down and the front side of his underwear got held up by his hard on. I lightly cupped his balls in my hand enjoying the torture that I was making him endure. "Do you like to get blowjobs, Mark?" "Yes," he croaked. By this time he had worked the underwear over the head of his cock and was pushing them down his legs. Now his hot flesh was pressed up against my own and I could feel the dampness in my pussy grow even more. I traced my tongue along the underside of his cock, loving the way it twitched under my attentions. I swiped my tongue over the head and tasted the fluid that had oozed out of the slit. I looked him in the eye and swiped my tongue over my lips. His eyes were ablaze with lust and he thrust his hips up, trying to bring his cock to my mouth. I scooted back on to the far side of the couch and began to remove his jeans and underwear from his legs. When he was completely naked I once again lay between his outstretched legs and brought my face to within inches of his hard cock. I looked into his eyes and took just the head of into my mouth and swiped my tongue along the underside back and forth slowly. My mouth was watering and a strand of it connected the tip of his cock to my lip as I pulled back and allowed him to see it. "Oh god," he whispered. The smell of his excitement had filled my nostrils and although I enjoyed teasing him I needed to get down to sucking his cock. All of this playing had affected me as well. Slowly I lowered my mouth onto his erection again taking more than half of it into my mouth at once, then slowly pulling back allowing my lips to pull tightly against his humid flesh. My tongue lashed at the underside of his cock, probing the vein that runs up to the tip. Once my mouth was covering just the tip I slipped my tongue across the head and made circles around the crown. Mark's breathing was coming in gasps and he thrust his hips upward, trying to make me take his cock back into my mouth. I descended again and as I pulled his cock deeper into my mouth than I had before I heard a distinct click. At first I couldn't place the sound and then a new sliver of light grew in the room and I looked up to see that Kate had returned from wherever she had been. "Oh... Oh I'm sorry." Kate began. Her eyes darted from Mark's face to mine and then to the cock that was buried between my lips. In the faint light I could tell that she was blushing profusely, deeply embarrassed by catching us in the act. Our eyes locked in a stare for what seemed like a long time and I wondered why Kate wasn't bothering to move. Slowly I pulled my mouth off of Mark's cock and I saw Kate's lips twitch nervously as the head left my mouth, a strand of saliva dripping from my lips. "It's okay Kate." I said softly. My eyes darted to Mark who had been holding his breath this whole time. His eyes were wide open and I thought I detected a bit of fear. Perhaps he was afraid this would ruin our fun. I looked back to Kate who was still staring at me, or Mark's cock, I'm not sure. I swirled my tongue around the head of Mark's cock while I watched Kate's eyes. Still wondering if she was ever going to leave I started to take him into my mouth again and then Kate looked up into my eyes. "I guess I'll leave you guys alone." She closed and locked the front door then made her way to her bedroom. Mark didn't exhale until he heard her bedroom door shut and then he gasped for air. "I was beginning to wonder if she was going to watch us!" Mark whispered. "Me too," I thought silently. I took Mark deep into my mouth and worked my tongue on his cock fast and furious. I massaged his nuts gently as his fingers entwined in my hair and began to push gently upon my head. I backed off and let Mark thrust his cock into my mouth, but never far enough to make me gag. After a few minutes Mark began to breathe raggedly and I could feel his balls tighten and the vein along the underside of his cock pulse. I pulled back until my lips just covered the crown of this cock and swiped the underside of his cock with my tongue while I jacked his cock with my hand. "Oh God!" Mark cried. As his orgasm exploded into my mouth I heard Kate's door open for a moment and then it closed again a second later. I let Mark recover his breath for a time and then he pulled me against his chest. He began to kiss my face and fondle my breasts, but I wasn't really into it anymore. I felt as if I needed to make sure Kate was okay. "How about a rain check?" I asked. "Huh? You mean... Oh, Okay. I guess that's a good idea." Mark got dressed and kissed my softly at the door. "This doesn't mean I'm a jerk just because I didn't return the favor does it?" "No, but next time you have to do me twice before I do you." I smiled as a quizzical look crossed Mark's face. A moment later he smiled broadly and leaned in for a kiss before I shut the door. I went to the bathroom and checked my hair and makeup real quick then I went and knocked on Kate's door. "You awake?" I asked. There was no answer for a minute. "Mark is gone, can we talk?" The door opened slowly and Kate was standing there looking down bashfully at the carpet. "I'm really sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to interrupt you two." "No look, it's my fault. We should have been in my room and not out on the couch where you would walk in on us. I'm the one who is sorry. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable in your own home." As the last word slipped from my mouth I saw Kate's head snap up. She smiled forgivingly at me and then reached out to hug me. I hugged her back feeling better for having apologized. "I'm gonna hit the sack," I said turning toward my own bedroom. "Okay, good night." The next couple of weeks were pretty normal, Mark came over a couple of times and we had our fun but always in my bedroom. That first time I made him go down on me until I had cum twice, and then we did it doggy style in my creaky bed. When we came out Kate was in the small kitchenette with a conspiratorial grin on her face. Mark said hello and then left rather quickly. As soon as he was out the door Kate began to giggle. "What's so funny?" I asked with a smile. "That's the first time I've ever seen someone just after they had sex." I put my hand to my forehead and acted like I was trying to wash a brand off my face. "Oh no!" I mockingly cried. "How did you know?" Kate really began to laugh and finally she sat down at our small table until she recovered her breath. About a month after she walked in on Mark and I that first time the two of us were eating some Chinese take out and watching television. Kate was impressed that I could use the chopsticks that came in the bag. "Can't you use them?" I asked. "Never tried. Always afraid I'd stick them too far in my mouth and make myself throw up," she answered innocently. I turned away from the television to look at her, trying to decide if she was really that naïve or if she was telling a joke. Kate acted completely normal, not even aware that I was considering the phallic implications of such an action. "Well, no time like the present to try then I guess!" I announced. I pulled out a second pair of chopsticks from the take out bag and broke the two sticks apart and handed them to her. I showed her how to hold them and after a few tries I gave up. I went and grabbed a rubber band and made the kind of 'kiddie chopsticks' that my parents made me when I was younger. Kate looked dubiously at the chopsticks and then at me, raising her eyebrows. "Go on," I encouraged her. "It's not that hard to do." Kate used the wooden sticks to clamp onto a piece of broccoli and then put it to her lips. Smiling at her success she opened her mouth wide open and pushed the broccoli and chopsticks almost to the back of her throat. She gagged and pulled the chopsticks out of her mouth, horrified. "See?" she cried. "You're not putting the food into your throat, just your mouth," I laughed. "You don't stick a fork that far into your mouth, do you?" "Oh, no..." she said. Kate grabbed a piece of chicken with her chopsticks and brought it to her lips much like she would have with a fork. She smiled sheepishly at me for a moment then turned back to the television. "How do you keep from –" Kate started after a time. I looked at her questioningly. "When you're with Mark, how do you keep from, you know.. gagging?" I put my chopsticks down and turned to face her. Kate's cheeks were burning red and I could tell this was really embarrassing her a lot, but obviously something she wanted to know about. "What do you mean?" I was being mean, but I wanted her to at least say blowjob or something. I wasn't going to have this conversation about sex and not have her use the adult words. "You know when you are, uh.. kissing his.. you know, ya know?" Kate stared down at her box of food trying to pick at it with the chopsticks. "Kate," I said with a slight tone of authority. Kate looked up from her food and directly at me. "It's called a cock. And I wasn't kissing it, I was sucking it." I could see the color rise in her cheeks even more and deep down the part of me that likes to corrupt the innocent ones was cheering. For a couple of minutes we sat there, me looking directly at her and she trying to look anywhere but at me. "Well?" she asked after the silence had become unbearable. "I don't take it into my throat," I replied. "Do you like to do that? Suck it, I mean," she asked quietly. "With the right person, yes. It can be a very arousing thing to do for a guy. To watch him get that excited all because he wants me to put his cock into my mouth." "My boyfriend asked me to do it once," she admitted. "But I didn't have any idea what to do with it after I got it into my mouth so I never did it for him." Kate and I had a long discussion on what to do with a cock after it was in her mouth. I explained the fun in the tease and the immense control over a guy who is that excited. We pulled up some pictures of guys on the internet and found some nice ones of cocks with really good detail so I could give her pointers. I showed her a video of a girl giving a blowjob but it really shocked her. I explained to her that porn wasn't what real sex was like. Porn wasn't about love and tenderness and the desire to make someone you care about feel closer to you. "I wish I had something to practice on," she said softly when we were done. "We'll buy some bananas tomorrow," I told her. Kate scrunched up her nose and tilted her head. Then her eyes widened in understanding and she giggled like crazy. It was getting close to Thanksgiving break when Kate came to me and announced she was going to try it over the holiday. "Try what?" I asked, pretending I had no clue. "You know!" she cried. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I answered. "I'm going to give John a – " Kate left it hanging. "Say it." I said with my authoritarian voice. "Say it or you won't be able to do it." "I'm going to give John a blowjob." Kate's eyes lit up as the words left her mouth. "I'm going to suck his cock." She whispered. Kate hugged me then and we went about getting ready for our separate travels. She dropped me off at the airport before turning her car to the north and home. As my family finished Thanksgiving dinner I was helping my mother clean up the kitchen and I came across a banana in the fruit bowl. "Good luck, Kate," I thought to myself with a smile. I arrived back at the apartment a couple of days after classes had resumed because my flight had been delayed due to the weather. When I got home Kate wasn't around so I went about unpacking and then headed off to catch one of my classes. When I got home later Kate was eating dinner and was genuinely glad to see me. "Oh I'm so glad you're here," she cried as she hugged me tightly. "So? How did it go?" I asked. Kate dropped the hug and looked down. "Horrible." "What happened?" I asked concerned, leading her back to her chair. "Well after Thanksgiving dinner John and I left my parents house for a drive," Kate began. "We went out to the lake and began making out in his car. I let him touch me and I was touching him a lot more than I ever had before. I grabbed his cock through his jeans and I told him I had a surprise for him. I undid his pants and pulled them down around his knees and then I pulled his cock free from his underwear and I tried to do everything you showed me on the banana." "So? What happened then?" I was on the edge of my seat. "Everything was ok at first, but then he just started going soft. I couldn't make it hard anymore. Poor John was mortified and after I tried for a long time I admitted that I didn't know what to do." Kate was covering her eyes and the end of her story came out between sobs. I hugged her close to me and patted her head as if she were my child. "Anything else?" I asked. "John drove me home in silence and then he didn't call me again until the day I was leaving. I spent the whole weekend in my room crying and feeling like a failure of a girlfriend." "Shh, shh. These things happen." I clasped her around the shoulders and hugged her softly. "There will be another time. Why not invite him up here and try again?" Kate's crying had stopped and then she looked up with grateful eyes. "You wouldn't mind?" she asked. "Of course not, besides if you get in trouble again you could always knock on my door and ask for pointers." We both giggled a little. "I think I will." Kate mused. "Tell him about a week before and when you do, tell him not to spank the monkey before he comes down." Kate gave me that confused puppy dog look I had grown so used to. "Don't worry, he'll know what you mean." Kate asked John to come pick her up from school before the holiday break. He was scheduled to arrive two days before the term ended and I assured Kate that it would be quite all right if John spent the time at our place. When John finally arrived Kate seemed really nervous and embarrassed all at once. She knew that I knew she was going to give her boyfriend a blowjob and every time I smiled at her she blushed profusely. We ate dinner and I tried to engage them in conversation but it seemed their minds were somewhere else as the two of them kept exchanging furtive glances. Finally at 7:00 pm I said goodnight so that they could go into Kate's room with the idea that I wouldn't be awake to hear them. I did eventually go to sleep that night around 11 and if they made any noise I never heard them. In the morning I woke up and made some coffee in the kitchenette. I watched as John slipped out of the bedroom. "I'm headed to McDonalds, want anything?" he asked. "No I'm fine thanks," I replied. After the front door closed I heard Kate get out of bed and then she padded into the kitchen with her robe on. She didn't look like she got much sleep. "How'd it go girl?" I asked with a wink. "Not as good as you might have expected." Kate tipped the coffee pot to far when she was filling her cup and spilled a lot everywhere. She didn't react to it at first, just seemed to stare at it like she wasn't surprised that she couldn't pour a cup of coffee correctly either. "So what happened this time?" I asked taking a sip. "It was up. " She lifted her cup to her lips. "It was down." "Oh I'm sorry," I began. "No, it's not the same thing. It went up and down so many times I lost count. I could get him close and then it was like I didn't know how to – " Kate was at a loss for words. "Cross the finish line?" I offered. "Exactly! I could get him hard I just couldn't make him cum!" I was actually surprised to hear her say 'cum'. That was the first sex word I'd heard her use without my having to prod her. "Poor John, I hope he doesn't get arrested at Mc Donald's spanking the monkey." I spit out my coffee I was laughing so hard. I could just imagine the poor guy beating his meat in the bathroom at a fast food restaurant after a night of unfinished blowjobs. "Well, you've got another night," I said consolingly. Kate didn't seem happy with the prospect. She just nodded her head and took her coffee into her bedroom. I turned in a paper that day and walked back to the apartment, wondering what I would find when I returned. John hadn't said much after he had returned from McDonald's that morning. He had sat down on the couch and watched television, turning to look at Kate's bedroom door every so often. When I got back to the apartment John was still on the couch but he wasn't watching Kate's door any longer. "Kate out?" I asked. "Yeah her last final," he answered. "Want to talk about it?" I offered. "Huh? About what?" "Last night. What seems to be the problem?" I slid onto the far side of the couch from him. "I dunno." He fiddled with his hands in his lap and I decided that he was an okay looking guy. A little too skinny for my taste. "I can't believe Kate told you." "Who do you think taught her how to give a blowjob?" I was amused when his head snapped up and he looked at me incredulously. His cheeks were a bit flushed now too I had noticed. I decided to test a theory. Kate's First BJ "Don't you like it when she sucks your cock?" His eyes grew wider and I detected that his breathing had become a little ragged. "Uh, yeah.. its great, it's just that.." He stammered. "Hard to take that last plunge?" "Something like that." John grabbed the remote and began flipping channels. I went to my bedroom satisfied that I was right in my assessment of John. I changed my clothes and headed out to some stores for some Christmas shopping and when I returned the pair had ordered some pizzas and we sat around eating for a bit. I stayed up with them until 10:00 pm or so and then I stood up and announced that I was going to bed. "Kate, can I have a word with you?" I asked. "Sure, whats up?" Kate replied as I walked towards the bathroom. "Tonight, if you try again, try talking a little dirty to him," I said. "Dirty? Like how?" She was lost I could tell. "Tell him things like 'I like sucking your cock', 'I love the taste of it' those kinds of things." Kate's eyes were distant as her lips mouthed the words I had given her. She looked at me skeptically. "You sure?" she asked. "Well it can't hurt." I smiled and hugged her good night. I walked across the apartment and waved goodnight to John. Before I turned into my room I gave him a double thumbs up but he only arched his eyebrows in response. About an hour after I had left the pair in the bedroom there was a small knock at my door. "I need your help," Kate was whispering. I opened my door to find Kate standing there her hair a little disheveled and her make up a little worse for the wear. "What's wrong?" I asked. "I can't do it. I need your help." Kate was frustrated and it was rapidly turning into anger. "Ok calm down tiger. John gonna be ok with this?" "I'll make him be okay with it," Kate said fitfully as she stormed off to her own bedroom with me in tow. I walked into the room behind Kate and when John saw me his eyes darted fearfully between Kate and I. "What's going on?" he asked. "Her last final," I replied cheerfully. John was under the sheet and had his hands over his crotch outside the covers. Kate started to rip the sheet off him when I stopped her. "Kate, what are you going to do?" I asked her in my authority voice. "I'm going to blow him," she replied almost mechanically while looking at me. "For starters, don't tell me, tell him. Secondly, don't make it sound like you are performing an operation on someone. This is an act of love, attraction, lust. This is something you want to do right?" "Yes," Kate's voice was softer now. "Now, tell John what you are going to do," I stated. "John," Kate's voice was lower in tone now, as close to huskily as she could make it, "I am going to suck your cock." "What else are you going to do?" I prodded. "I am going to lick your balls," Kate said as she traced her finger along his jawline. I looked down and could see his hands fidgeting in his lap. "I want to make you cum with my mouth John," Kate continued. John swallowed hard and looked at Kate as if she were a woman he had never seen, but definitely liked. His face was flushed and his hands movements were no longer subtle. Kate slid her hand across the sheet and pushed his hands aside. She began to massage the bulge in the sheets that was between his legs. John reached out and slid his hand along her back until it cupped her ass cheek. A soft moan escaped Kate's lips and she turned to look at his face smiling hungrily. Her tongue swiped across her lips as she squeezed his cock. "Do you want her to suck your cock, John?" I asked. "Yes," came his throaty whisper. His eyes never left Kate's as he spoke. "Kiss it through the sheet Kate," I said. Kate laid her cheek on the bed next to John's rising cock and pressed her lips against it through the thin layer of material. Her hand slid up his leg and pressed against his balls, pushing them up a little. John moaned softly, his hand sliding lower on Kate's ass until his fingers were lightly touching her panties where they were rather warm. "Pull the sheet down Kate," I instructed. Kate pulled the sheet off John's body until he lifted his legs out of them and laid them down again. She laid her head against John's hip right next to his stiffened cock, breathing hotly upon it. Kate then lifted his cock away from his body and opened her mouth, her tongue reaching out for it. Her tongue slid across the side, a trail of wetness glistening in the lamp light. With small flicks she tickled the underside of the head, causing John's cock to twitch in response. Kate moved forward and positioned her head right over his hard on and slowly leaned down so that his cock was sliding against her tongue, going into her mouth as far as she dared to allow it. She pulled back, her lips wrapping tightly against the fleshy sword. When she pulled the head completely out a large dollop of saliva dripped from her mouth right onto the head of his cock, sliding down to pool into his pubic hair. She pushed her fingers through the wet hair and stroked up his cock, sliding the wetness all along his hardness. She pushed forward and took his cock into her mouth again, her tongue pressing tightly into the underside, swiping back and forth in a controlled rhythm. John's fingers dug into Kate's ass cheek, spreading her open and pinching her skin a little. The sensation wasn't painful to Kate, but seemed to surprise her. Her eyes widened a little and she leaned forward a little more than she had before, taking John's cock just a little bit deeper. John groaned very loudly feeling his cock slide even deeper into Kate's mouth. Kate lifted her head and began to take John out of her mouth. When just her lips were wrapped around the head John began to thrust. His cock slipped in and out of her mouth rather quickly and Kate found it was all that she could do to keep the head from popping out of her mouth on his down stroke. She could see John's eyes were shut tightly and she looked to me for reassurance. "Kate, stroke John with your hand and tell him again what you want him to do." She stroked his cock in a counter rhythm to his thrusting and pulled her mouth off his cock. Spit and precum were mixing to make the stroking very slippery. "John, I want you to cum for me," Kate said as she kissed and licked his balls. "I want you to make you cum. I want to make you cum with my mouth." Kate's voice was filled with need and everytime she said cum John's body twitched. Kate looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I made an "O" with my lips and simulated stroking a cock into it. Kate leaned down and grasped the tip of his cock with her lips and began to stroke his cock even faster than before. She could feel his cock grown even harder than she had felt it before and then suddenly he stopped thrusting. Kate looked to me, worry in her eyes. I made the stroking motion again with my hands and then whipped my tongue back and forth outside of my mouth. Kate's hand kept stroking John's cock and I could see her tongue banging the sides of her mouth as it swiped back and forth over the sensitive spots of John's cock. Her eyes grew wide and John emitted a primal growl and his hips bucked one last time. Slowly Kate's hand came to a rest and John's body relaxed. I hadn't realized how worked up I had gotten watching the whole thing. I had been leaning against the wall and when I pushed away from it my legs felt a little weak. I slipped out of the room and made my way to my bedroom where I masturbated furiously before I went to sleep. The next day as we were locking up the apartment Kate was waiting for me as John carried some of our bags to his car. "So, uh.. what do you do with it after?" Kate asked. "What did you do you with it?" "I just sort of opened my mouth and it all came out and then I got a towel and wiped it up. Is that right?" "Well, you could have swallowed it. But that's a matter of taste." I headed towards the stairs, leaving Kate with the puppy dog look again. "Oh you think you're just so funny!" I heard her shout as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Kate's First Experience I still find it hard to believe. Here I am sitting in the lobby of a very nice hotel in a town one hour from our home and my wife is upstairs in our room fucking a guy she met on line. What a turn on. Let me give you some background. My wife and I have been married for 25 years. We dated each other for 7 years before that. So you do the math for 32 years we have been together. I love her with all my heart and soul The sex, well it has always been awesome. From the first time (we were each other's firsts) to last night the sex has only become more intense and more rewarding. It has been about three years now that I began to suggest another person in our experiences sexually. The initial answers were always NO!! Then they became No! And then less emphasis was given on the no. Why do I want to see my wife having sex with another man? I guess it is me for you see when my wife was in College (before we were married but also 4 years into our relationship) she told me that a young man she had gone to school with high school was at the same college she was. They began a long affair, one that she says he began simply for accompaniment. That quickly spread to sex with both him and me. One event I would later find, she had me in the missionary position within a half hour of their lovemaking. In any case I digress. Here I am in the lobby. I can only guess what is going on upstairs. Both my wife and I felt that her first encounter with another man should be between her and him. Sure I would like to be a fly on the wall of that room. I get up and take the elevator upstairs. I had told my wife to put the do not disturb sign out if everything was OK and progressing. The first pass I make by the hotel room door the sign was not out, but I could hear voices through the door. I leave and go back down to the lobby. Knowing they were in the room gave me a raging hard on so I could not wait long before I came back upstairs to see how things were progressing. My heart was beating so loud I could hear it when I saw the "do not disturb" sign on the door. My fantasy was cumming true. This has been such a fantasy of mine and to feel like it was coming true I found it difficult to not cum in my pants. After reading the Wallstreet Journal for the second time of the day I decided to get up and see what I can hear. The following is gained by reports from my wife concerning the experience and my observation from the door. This time as I pass I can hear the unforgettable moans of passion my wife makes when someone it sucking her tits, her clit or stroking her pussy. I found out later that her young man was doing all three. As I walk by I feel I need to give them some time alone. I walk outside the hotel. There was briskness to the air that day that made me feel strong. After a 3 block walk I am back at the hotel and in the elevator again. Once again I pause at the door. The sign is still out. They have been in there for almost 3 hours. I can hear muffled moans this time a little lower coming from inside. As I lean against the door to hear more, the excitement overtakes me and without touching myself at all, my hard on begins to twitch with orgasm. I can't let on here in the hallway but this was wonderful. I find the men's room on the first floor, clean up my "accident" take a few minutes to compose myself. I go back upstairs. This time the sign is not on the door. I listen and hear the TV set through the door. I knock and my beautiful wife meets me at the door in her burgundy two piece nightgown. Very sexy…My wife is the sexiest thing in the world. She enjoys sex more than anyone knows. "Did You?" I asked. "Well not everything "she told me. Seems that they spent most of the time talking, and then finally kissing passionately. The kissing lead to some manual manipulation of her clit and pussy. This lead to the moans I heard through the door. She tells me that after a couple of intense orgasms this way they went to the bed and then she began to lick his cock.. She told me he was smaller than me but was enjoyable. The oral sex continued until his legs tensed, his balls pulled up toward his groin and he came in my wife's mouth. She said it was quite a surprise and she says it went down her throat easily. He had to leave shortly after that. Him giving her oral sex, or the two of them fucking their brains out did not happen. Instead I was treated to the sweetest wettest pussy evey described on paper. I licked her pussy over and over again. She came again. She then treated me to the same type of Hummer that she just gave this total stranger. It was fantastic. We enjoyed our experience so much that we have planned more, Another one this weekend in the same hotel. But out of the blue skies another man wants to fuck Kate. All of these offers are sent to her through an on-line dating service putting people of like minds together. My wife had a lover last night here in town, but he did not call tonight. She had her way with him last night, but that is another story. Kate's First Stray Kate had met her husband Brian while she was a freshman in college, and he was just starting off as an assistant professor. He was eight years older than she, but at the time, that did not seem like much at all. He was extremely good looking, and lots of the coeds were hot for him. When Kate had him for a class during her second semester, the two of them had sensed a connection that grew and grew. They dated quietly for the next three years while she continued her undergraduate work, but once she graduated, they wasted no time in getting married, tying the knot only weeks after commencement. They were totally in love with one another, and just as Brian was considered a great catch by most women, so too was Kate an extremely hot looking young woman. Sex between them had always been wonderful, and neither of them had ever considered straying from the other, why would they? Over the next several years, they had three boys and did all of the things with their kids that happy, well adjusted families try to do. Kate continued working, mostly so the family could afford the extra frills that the family had become accustomed to: big house in the suburbs, vacations, ski house, and more. Because they shared so many of the family chores together, neither Kate nor Brian felt over burdened with family responsibilities. During the last two or three years, Kate had been looking for a job that offered her more time off, and one that placed less stress upon her at work and at home. Finally, that job materialized, and she could not have been happier. She had begun her new job in March, and she loved it from the very beginning. She had worked in the high stress field of medical administration for about a dozen years, and now, at the age of 33 and with three growing boys, she was absolutely ready for a change. Her new job caused her to be part of a team of medical experts who inspected healthcare facilities all over her state. The position was one that was sought after by many, but one in which only a few lucky professionals ever found themselves. A position funded by the federal government, it paid well, the hours were stable, there was no stress at all, and the people she worked with were a great group. And, one added benefit of the job was the four day work week, ensuring that every weekend was at the very least a three day holiday for her and her family. Following two weeks of orientation, Kate joined a team of four other inspectors and set out in earnest in her new position. She was one of three women and three men. Ginny and Laura, who both looked to be middle aged and married, specialized in questions dealing with nutrition. Paul, a thirty-something gay man from the city, was a social worker who dealt with any issues pertaining to that specialty. And Marc, an exceptionally well built and good looking black guy, who couldn't be over thirty, if he was even that old, was a medical professional like herself. Kate quickly assessed the women and Paul, noting that the women were married, had older kids, and were hoping for the next few years to go by fast so they could retire. Paul was a slight man of average looks around 50, and he was comfortable with his status as a gay man. He had a live-in partner, and was all around a pretty pleasant guy with a great sense of humor. Marc, Kate figured, probably got the job at such a young age because of affirmative action. But that didn't matter to her as he was at once bright, pleasant, sensitive, and down to earth. And, what really made Marc a pleasure to know was the fact that like Kate, he was an avid follower of baseball and sports in general. What's more, Marc had a mildly sarcastic sense of humor, which gradually revealed itself as Kate got to know him better. As time passed, she learned to her amazement, that Marc, like her Brian had just turned forty-one years old. Kate was amazed. When Brian had been in his twenties and thirties, he was physically fit and looked great, but now that he was in his forties, he was starting to look more like his age. On the other hand, Marc's perfect physique made him look many years younger. Unlike the others, he did not seem to have a significant other, but he did mention dating from time to time. As Kate thought about Marc, she realized that he could probably have his way with any girl he chose to date, because he was so handsome and was blessed with such an athletic physique. Actually, she knew that his great body was something that he worked on faithfully each day, and so it was the result of his own efforts and self discipline, and not any blessing that had been bestowed upon him. As the months passed, Kate grew to enjoy her group of coworkers very much. They really were a great group of people who all got along well together. She enjoyed them all, but she especially enjoyed Marc because of their common interest in baseball with one of them always trying to have the news of the latest preseason signings first. She also enjoyed his sarcastic humor. And, she knew that she always enjoyed watching him because he was such a good looking guy, a great face, and a great body to complement it. Not that he flaunted it, because he didn't. In fact, Marc wore loose fitting shirts and slacks almost all of the time. Once in a while, he would wear a shirt that would cling to his beautifully sculpted upper body just a bit, and all of the women, including Kate would give him a hard time about showing off. For his part, Paul would smile and tell Marc that he wished he were younger. This would get a laugh from them all. Marc too enjoyed his group of co workers, and he especially liked Kate. In his eyes, she was perfect with her sandy hair; her very beautifully shaped rounded tits, thin waist, and perfectly formed legs. For him, perhaps her best feature was the blue eyes which sparkled from her truly beautiful face. He could not believe that she was 33 and had three boys. When he first saw her, he thought she could not be older than 27, and he figured that she must have had some connection to get the job at such a young age. He found talking to her easy since they had a common interest in baseball and sports in general. This worked well for him as it gave him an easy opening to at once talk to this white beauty while taking in every beautiful feature of her body. As time passed, it became obvious to all that Kate and Marc had a special connection to one another, not only professionally, but also interpersonally in their common interests. So, it was not uncommon to see them spending a lot of time talking with one another. When Kate would talk with Marc, she would sometimes notice how he would look deep into her eyes, and at these times she felt her heart race and her stomach tingle. And while she was embarrassed by it, she felt her vagina moisten just a bit with excitement. This was a strange experience for her as it had never happened with any other guy except her Brian. But there was no denying it to herself. She knew she was attracted to this hot looking black man with the handsome smile, and she enjoyed interacting with him and watching him. And from time to time, she would let her mind wander about what it might be like to be with him. But she knew that she never could because of her love for and devotion to Brian. Still, Kate felt a warm connection to Marc, and she felt that he felt the same way about her. It was funny, because she thought that if she were now a single woman, she would definitely be interested in dating someone like Marc, even though he was black, and while that was now acceptable to do, it was still not done widely by people in her age bracket. Because of these feelings about Marc, Kate was always on her guard about appearing to be flirty with him. She did her best not to let herself show how she really felt about him, to him or in front of the others. She did not ever want things to slip out of control. And she had a gnawing feeling that things could slip out of control with Marc, depending upon the situation. It was strange; she had never been worried about anything happening between her and another man. But with Marc, she was so attracted to him; she just did not want to be in a situation where she was not in total control. So, while she enjoyed the mildly sarcastic banter, and while she loved playing practical jokes on him, she was careful to stick to the role of devoted wife and mother who had no real interest in anyone other than her husband. In truth, sex with Brian was still wonderful. He was still a good looking guy in his forties, and they still loved one another very much. But on those occasions when Kate let her mind think about how it might be to be with the tightly toned Marc who was considerably bigger in stature and in muscular bulk than Brian, she felt herself getting very excited. It was not that Marc was a huge guy, but it was just that at forty one, he still looked like he was in his twenties with a tightly ripped body, broad shoulders, strong chest, thin waist and a great ass. Kate kept these thoughts to herself. For his part, Marc liked Kate very much as a person. He really enjoyed the fact that she could talk about sports intelligently, and he enjoyed her quick and sarcastic replies to his comments. On another level, he was totally taken with her physical appearance. She always dressed in a way that highlighted, but did not flaunt, her beautifully kept body. Her face was flat out beautiful. Everything about it, the eyes, the nose, the lips........was beautiful. And lately, Marc had focused his attention on her wonderfully round tits and perfectly shaped ass. When he looked at her, he had all he could do to control himself, and frequently he felt his coal black shaft coming to life when in her company. Yet he doubted that he could ever have her, as she was so fully wrapped up in her husband and perfect family. While Marc had done a lot of dating, he was fussy, and had not ever found someone with whom he thought he could spend the rest of his life. But, Kate was different. If only he could find someone like her, he certainly could spend the rest of his life with her. Between her beautiful body and her terrific personality, Marc would never want for more. But, while Marc could catch glimpses of interest in Kate's eyes from time to time when they occasionally locked eyes, she would always look away and give the unmistakable message that she was taken. As June was about to turn into July, the entire team of inspectors were preparing to take two weeks of vacation at the same time, during the weeks of and following the July Fourth holiday. Thus, on the last day of work before their vacation started, they all decided to celebrate by having dinner and drinks together. They selected a really fancy restaurant that was central to where they all lived and began things with a couple of drinks in the bar. Kate, unlike Ginny and Laura, had only one drink, knowing that after dinner she was planning on a long drive to the mountains where Brian and the boys were already settling into their vacation house for summer vacation. Just one drink gave Kate a buzz that she felt warmed here entire body. But, as their table was ready, they switched to the dining room, where Kate felt as though she could have one more drink. She figured that the meal would soak up the extra alcohol. And it did, most of it. As dinner progressed, everyone loosened up a bit with the drinks they had had and the wine they had shared from a couple of bottles of wine Paul had bought for the table. Kate was feeling warm from the effects of her two drinks and now the wine. She was totally relaxed, and enjoying herself, realizing that she would have to watch any added drinks, or she would have to drive north in the morning, instead of tonight. At the table, Kate sat next to Ginny on the right and Laura was on her left. Paul and Marc sat directly across from the woman. On this particular day, Marc had decided to dress more casually, since it was the last day of work for a couple of weeks. Thus, he had worn a short sleeved knit golf shirt which beautifully displayed his broad, square shoulders, his sculptured pecs, and his thickly bulging biceps. The shirt was not tucked into his pants, but hung loosely at his waist. A couple of times during the day when he would bend over, the shirt rode up Marc's torso and revealed a quick glimpse of his dark skinned, trim waist and his defined abs. Kate took in the view quietly, but it only set her mind in motion, thinking about what a handsome specimen he must be without any shirt on at all. Marc's thick forearms also reflected his efforts at keeping every part of his anatomy in perfect condition. Having Marc dressed this way and sitting across from her was just about too much for Kate to handle. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes off him. His incredibly hot appearance had her heart racing, and she felt a strange tingling in her abdomen. What really surprised her, and even worried her a little, was the fact that she could feel her vagina moistening with excitement as she took in the stud across from her. She was feeling a warm glow from the drinks and the wine, and she determined to be careful for the rest of the evening so that she would not do something that would embarrass herself. As Marc looked at Kate across from him, he was amazed at how beautiful she looked with her face flushed just a bit. He thought that the alcohol must have deepened the color of her face, and it looked even more beautiful than usual. He also noticed that she couldn't seem to keep her eyes off of him. He smiled to himself, and wondered if she might possibly feel hot for him as he did for her. As he took in her soft features, the light colored sandy hair, her full and rounded breasts, Marc felt himself hardening as he thought of the possibilities. He thought to himself that he would love to have her, just once.......and he got harder still. Conversation at dinner ranged over a variety of things, and everyone was upbeat and happy, mostly because they all knew they had two weeks of leisure facing them. Following dinner, Ginny, who was feeling very good indeed with all of the drinks and wine she had consumed, suggested that they head to the lounge for another drink or two. All agreed that it was a good idea. They found a table, ordered and continued talking. This time, Kate and Marc sat next to one another. They exchanged their latest thoughts on the early start of the baseball season, and made small talk in general. Shortly after their drinks arrived, live entertainment began in the lounge. Ginny immediately asked Paul if he wanted to dance, and he was only too happy to agree. Marc wanted to ask Kate to dance to the fast music that was playing, but that meant that Laura would be alone at the table. So he waited. But, Laura excused herself to the ladies' room, and Marc said to Kate, "Want to try dancing to this one?" "Sure, I'm not much of a dancer though." "Perfect, neither am I.", he responded with a playful smile. It turned out that they were both far too humble. Marc and Kate were both surprised with how well the other danced. They both enjoyed dancing, and so they were pleasantly surprised. Paul and Ginny on the other hand, were definitely not very good at all, and it was obvious. As she danced, Kate had a chance to watch Marc's movements on the floor. He moved smoothly, athletically, almost erotically. He was a great dancer, and Kate felt herself getting aroused watching him as he danced across from her. Marc kept his eyes on his beautiful dance partner as well. She flowed in her movements and he especially liked watching her ass and her breasts in motion. As the music ended, they all returned to the table where Laura had just returned as well. She indicated that she was tired, and so bid them all good bye and good vacation. Ginny commented on what good dancers Kate and Marc were, and told Marc she had to dance with him as well. More drinks were ordered and they all danced a couple more fast ones. Paul finished his drink and called it a night. Ginny, Kate, and Marc were left in the lounge and decided to order one last drink. Kate realized that the warm and relaxed feeling she was experiencing was from the several drinks she had had since dinner was over. But she felt fine, not at all like she was close to intoxicated. Ginny, on the other hand was looking a little bit tipsy and both Marc and Kate noted this in their glances to one another. As the band began a slow number, Ginny excused herself to the ladies room, and Marc seized upon the opportunity to ask Kate to join him on the dance floor. Kate felt warm and comfortable as she placed her hands on Marc's shoulders. She did not place her head on his shoulder; rather she kept her body away from his by just a couple of inches. But, she could feel his thickly muscled shoulders, and she could feel some of his taut upper body touching hers. And it felt so good to her. Her abdomen was experiencing a strange sensation of excitement as she danced with this hot black stud. Marc placed his hands on the back of Kate's waist, almost onto her ass cheeks. He loved the feel of her soft body next to his, and he wanted in the worst way to cup his hands on her ass and pull her mid section into his thickening black shaft. "And here I thought you would be different." Marc stated simply. Kate pulled back from him so she could look into his eyes. "What do you mean by that?" She asked, totally puzzled. "Well, since you danced all those fast numbers so well, looked so hot, had all the best moves, I just thought that you could do a slow dance just as well, not like all white women do them." He said this with his usual sarcastic bite to it and with a smile on his handsome lips. "Just what is that supposed to mean? Like all white women do them? Are you saying I am not a good slow dancer that I dance like all white women? What's that supposed to mean anyway? She knew that what she really wanted to do was to hold his body tightly to hers, to feel his defined muscles pressed against her body, to slide her hands up and down his back, and his arms, feeling the fruits of his daily work outs. With these thoughts in mind, she could feel her vagina becoming saturated with the moisture of sexual excitement. And, Kate also had the thought that the alcohol she had had might be causing her to let her normal defenses around Marc slip just a bit. What she did not realize was that while she was responding to him, she was unconsciously tightening her hands on his shoulder muscles. "Sorry, didn't mean for it to become a race thing, but let's face it Kate, do you always dance a slow dance by keeping your body rigid and backed away from the guy you're dancing with? I mean, it's just not natural. You were so smooth during the fast dances, and now, you've stiffened up. I mean, it's just a dance, Kate. It's not sex, just a dance, so lighten up a little. Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot white girls can't do that." This he said with a broad smile, and he knew it would irritate the hell out of her. "You bastard. You know I'm a good dancer; you're just trying to get me going. And, what about you? What makes you think you're such an item out here? If you were so steaming hot, you'd........." And Kate stopped herself right there, realizing that the liquor had indeed loosened her lips. "I'd what?" Marc asked. "What were you going to say?" But then she went on, more calmly. "Alright. So exactly how would one of the sisters be dancing with you right now? Since we white women just don't have a clue. Do you have any suggestions?" Kate looked into Marc's face, and felt a thrill course through her body, and felt her vagina gush anew. He was looking directly into her eyes, smiling that great smile. His eyes pierced into hers and locked on them. She was afraid that she might not be able to control the urges she felt welling up inside of her. "Well?" She said.