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I Never

By: ohio_couple



Liz and Andy were so excited that Jessica and Mike were coming to visit. It had been awhile since the four of them had seen each other, and Liz and Andy always enjoyed their company. This time though, none of them ever expected how enjoyable the visit would be.

Liz and Andy have been married for two years, and have a great sex life. The two of them had recently been experimenting with the swinging lifestyle. They found a couple to have their first experience with, and they both knew they wanted to do more. Liz had her first experience with another girl, and she loved it. Andy enjoyed seeing the show of the two girls, and fucked Liz incredibly hard while the other couple watched. That experience just made the two of them closer to each other, and they couldn’t wait for the next opportunity. 

They talked about their friends, and if any of them were into swinging. They talked a lot about Jess and Mike, but decided that they weren’t into that. The night that they talked about it though, both Liz and Andy were both thinking about Jess and Mike when they were making love. Jess is 5’0”, barely 100lbs, and absolutely beautiful. Her cute little B-cup breasts fit her body perfectly, and Liz and Andy both had wondered what her nipples looked like. Liz also fantasized about Mike’s cock. Mike was 6’3”, 215 pounds, and had great eyes and short light brown hair. 

Liz is 5’4”, 140lbs, and has great curves. That’s what Andy loves about her, even though it was her tits that attracted him to her. Her 36DD’s are what everyone notices about her. At 25, Liz is used to men never staring at her face when she talks. Her blond hair and striking blue eyes complete her beautiful package. Andy is 6’0”, and 200lbs, with brown hair and deep brown eyes, and a 6 inch cock that he uses very well. Liz is always amazed how well Andy’s cock can get her off. 

On the first night that Jess and Mike came to visit, the four went out for a nice dinner. The alcohol was flowing freely, and everyone had a nice buzz going when they left the restaurant. The four decided to go back to Liz and Andy’s house and relax. Everyone got more comfortable, and kept drinking. Jess suggested that the four play a drinking game. 

“What game should we play,” Liz asked, hoping for something sexual. Just spending time with Jess and Mike got her wet. Liz just felt some sort of sexual energy. She had felt it with Mike and Jess before, but it was really affecting her on this night.

“How about ‘I never’?” Jess said, with a devilish look on her face. She glanced at Mike, and a big smile broke out on his face.

“How do you play?” Asked Andy.

“Someone starts the game by saying I never, and then says something they have never done, or something they have done, and want to see who else in the room has done it. Whoever has done what was said has to drink. For example, if I said, I’ve never drank beer; anyone in the circle who has drank beer has to drink. Then, the person who just admitted their “secret” gets to say the next ‘I never’.”

“Sounds like fun” Liz said. 

The game started out very innocent. The statements were all pretty tame, like, “I’ve never lied to a friend”, or “I’ve never stolen anything” but then, Mike said “I’ve never had sex in my kitchen.”

Andy and I looked at each other. Andy gave Liz a little grin, and then started drinking. Liz and Andy had just moved into their first house, and had spent a few steamy nights christening each room. Jess and Mike started laughing. “We did the same thing when we got our house.” Jess said. 

“I just hope the neighbors didn’t see anything!” Liz said.

It was now Andy’s turn, and Liz knew how much his mind could get in the gutter. She prepared for more drinking. It was always a competition with Andy and Mike, and with Mike’s sex statement, Liz knew this was going to go downhill. Andy said, “I’ve never fooled around with someone while other people were in the same room.” 

Liz almost started laughing out loud. Andy’s poor roommate from college was most likely woken up from nights where Andy and Liz were fooling around, but trying to do it quietly. She started drinking. Both Jess and Mike demanded to hear the story, so Andy told them the details. Neither dared to talk about their swinging experience, although both were thinking about it. 

It was Liz’s turn. She was so horny at this point. The conversation had turned to sex, so it just enhanced what she was feeling between her legs. All of the alcohol had started to hit her, and without thinking she blurted out, “I’ve never kissed someone of the same sex.” 

For a brief moment, you could have heard a pin drop in the room. Andy started laughing, trying to cover up the truth. Then, it happened. Jess started drinking! Liz’s mouth dropped open. Jess just smiled. Liz thought that maybe Jess and Mike weren’t as straight as she and Andy had first thought, so she decided to drink as well. She was thinking about lying, and not revealing her bisexual experiences to the other couple. None of their friends knew of their “other” life, but she felt that if they were into it as well, the secrets would be safe between the four of them. Both Andy and Mike were amazed that both of their wives had drank from that statement, and Andy wanted to hear about Jess’s experiences, and Mike wanted to hear of Liz’s. 

Jess said, “Okay, this conversation cannot leave this room.” All agreed. “When I was in college, I made out with my best friend a few times. It was no big deal.” She said it was no big deal, but she was squirming like a little girl. Liz thought there was more behind that story, but didn’t push her. The guys turned to Liz for her story.

Liz decided not to talk about the swinging experience based off of Jess’s story. She told about her first kiss by a girl. “Okay, I was fairly drunk one night, and we went to this bar. The bartender asked me if I wanted to do a body shot off of her, so I did. Every guy in the place went nuts. One guy even asked me to lick her stomach again, so I did. The bartender seemed to like it as much as I did, and kissed me.” 

“It was fucking hot,” Andy added.

Liz looked at Mike, and she swore she saw a bulge in his pants. Mike caught Liz looking, and moved slightly so she was certain he was getting hard. Liz felt even more wetness in her panties. Mike smiled sexily at her.

Since Liz had made the last “I never” statement, the group decided that Jess ask the next question. 

“I’ve never swapped partners before.” Jess smiled as she said it.

“Wow,” Liz thought. “I was right. They ARE into swinging!” 

Mike and Jess looked at Liz and Andy, but neither one of them drank. While they had a wonderful experience with another couple, they never had a full swap. Just as Liz was going to explain, both Jess and Mike started to drink. 

“We got into the scene a few years ago,” Mike said. “It’s actually made us love each other even more. And god is it a great time. I love seeing Jess get fucked by another guy.”

Liz looked at Andy, and Andy told them of our story with the other couple. “We feel the same way you do, that it really has brought another level of emotion into our relationship, and it’s made sex with each other even more exciting, and we didn’t think that was possible! They weren’t into a full swap, but we were. We’ve really just been looking for the right couple. Liz had a good time with the other girl though. And we all fucked in front of each other, but that was as far as it went.”

Liz saw Jess’s face light up. “Did you like your girl-girl experience?’ She asked.

“Yes, I did,” Liz blushed. All of the sudden, the sexual tension in the room just broke. Jess moved closer to Liz, and said, “Would you like to do it again?”

Before Liz could answer, Jess leaned in and kissed Liz. The kiss started out slowly, but the two of them couldn’t contain their lust for each other. Their tongues started dancing in their mouths, and hands started fondling each other. Liz was so happy to feel Jess’s tits spring out from under her shirt. Liz rolled them with her fingers. Jess became the instigator, and started to pull Liz’s shirt off. Before long, both girls were completely naked, on the floor, exploring each other’s bodies. Liz looked up to see what the guys were doing, and both were sitting on the couch, pants down, stroking themselves as they watched. Liz almost came at the sight of it.

Liz decided she would take the next step, and rolled on top of Jess. Her tongue worked down Jess’s body, sucking on those tits she wanted to see so badly. Jess was moaning in delight. After some slow licking and sucking, Liz finally got where she wanted to be, her head between Jess’s thighs. She started slowly, teasing Jess with her tongue. She would lick all around her clit, but never directly on it. Finally, Liz lightly licked her clit with her tongue, and Jess squealed with delight. She started tonguing her faster and faster, and Jess just got louder and louder with her moans. 

Liz couldn’t take it anymore; she needed to feel Jess’s tongue on her clit. She swung her body around so that they were in a 69. Jess immediately started licking her clit, which made Liz tongue Jess even more. Both girls tried to mimic what the other was doing with their tongues. The moans from the girls were getting louder and louder. Both were alternating between sucking on the clit to sticking their tongue into the other’s pussy. Their bodies were writhing in delight in each other.

Liz was the first to cum. Her entire body shook as she did, riding wave after wave of pleasure. During her orgasm, Liz managed to move her tongue in the perfect spot for Jess, and as Liz was coming down from her orgasm high, Jess started screaming in delight. She pushed her pussy up as high as she could into Liz’s face, and Liz did everything she could to lick up all of Jess’s juices. 

The girls laid on the floor for a bit, coming down from their experience. It didn’t take long for both of them to notice two very hard cocks on the couch. The girls had a quick whispered conference, and then moved to their own husbands. Liz gave Andy the most sensual kiss she had ever given him, and he loved tasting Jess on Liz’s mouth. Just as Andy was leading Liz to his hard member, she and Jess switched places. 

Liz was so excited to suck on Mike’s dick. His 7 inch cock stood at attention for her. She looked over to see Jess already in position, on her knees in front of Andy. Liz started teasing Mike’s dick, swirling her tongue around the head, then wrapping her lips completely around and deep throating him. Just as she heard him moan louder and louder, she slowed down, and would blow lightly on his cock. It drove Andy crazy when she did this, and the same effect was happening with Mike. Mikes hands reached down and started grabbing at Liz’s hard nipples. His hands made Liz moan onto his cock, which made him squeeze even harder. 

Liz stopped bathing Mike’s dick with her tongue to see what the other two were doing, and she saw that Jess had climbed on top of Andy on the couch, and was just getting ready to impale his hard cock. Mike took this opportunity to move to the floor, and positioned himself behind Liz. He entered her from behind, and angled them so they could watch Andy and Jess. Jess was grinding on Andy, slowly at first, but neither of them could keep the pace slow for long. Jess started bouncing up and down on Andy’s hard member, and both of them started moaning. He was reaching for her hard nipples with one hand, and the other hand was rubbing her clit. Jess’ moans turned into screams as she continued to bounce and bounce on Andy’s dick. She screamed that she was cumming, and humped Andy’s cock as hard as she could. Just as she came down from her orgasm, Andy grabbed her hips and started pounding into Jess’s incredibly wet pussy. Liz could see the wetness going down her legs. Andy started moaning loudly, and before long, Jess was as loud as him, on the brink of another orgasm. Andy yelled, and came in Jess. His spunk covered his cock and her very wet pussy. The juices started sliding down Jess’s legs as Andy finally slowed his pace. 

Mike and Liz had been slowly fucking as they watched the action on the couch, and now were fucking furiously. Mike was pounding Liz’s pussy from behind, and Liz knew she would be really sore later. Mike was about the same length as Andy, but thicker, and he was stretching her pussy walls farther then they had been before. Liz had her eyes closed in pleasure, and suddenly felt something else between her legs. She opened her eyes to be inches away from Jess’s pussy. Jess was underneath Liz, and started licking her clit. Liz moaned loudly. This was Liz’s ultimate fantasy, to be fucked and licked at the same time. 

Liz moved her head down to Jess’s pussy, and lapped up all the juices. It was so hot for Liz to taste her husband’s hot load in another pussy. Liz moaned in delight as Mike fucked her faster. Just as Liz got Jess to cum again, Liz had a mind-blowing orgasm. She literally saw stars as Mike pounded into her g-spot, and Jess sucked on her clit. She moaned, and knew that Jess’s face had to be covered in her juices.

Jess moved away from Liz, and Mike kept pounding into Liz. Just as she thought he was ready to cum, he would slow his pace and calm himself down. Finally, Liz just yelled, “come for me Mike, I want to feel you cum in my pussy. Fuck me hard Mike!”

That was all it took for him. A few short strokes later, and Mike filled Liz’s pussy with his cum. His hot spunk filled her up, and they both cried out in ecstasy. He moaned, and then fell on top of her, exhausted. 

The rest of the weekend consisted of more fucking, sucking and cumming. The four of them were so happy that their friendship moved to a different level, and Liz and Andy decided that they would be sure to invite Jess and Mike to visit again very soon.

I Never



Life is a strange thing. Just when you think you've got it figured out, it throws you a curveball. 

My wife, Kara, is an extremely beautiful girl with long blonde hair and a toned tan body. She also happens to be extremely modest in the bedroom. Whenever we try something new I'm always the one making the suggestion. 

Through the years I've learned that the best times to approach her with a new idea is after I've already gotten her in a nice horny mood. Slowly Kara has warmed up to trying new positions, toys, and has recently been able to relax so much that she squirted (ejaculated) for the first time. I have to say I'm very proud of how far she has come (sorry about the pun).

There is one fantasy though that I have never been able to persuade my wife into doing ... having a threesome. I would shyly bring it up while we shared our fantasies in bed, but the answer would always be a resounding "no." It had gotten to the point that I had pretty much given up on the idea. All of that changed though when Kara returned from a bachelorette party last week.

Kara's friend Jen is getting married in about a month, so a group of her best friends decided to throw her a bachelorette party at a beach house in Montauk. They spent the weekend drinking, dancing, and having a grand ole time. Kara was pretty vague about the details of the weekend (which was to be expected) and I tried my best not pry when she got home. All in all it seemed pretty harmless.

There was however one story that Kara did share that began very innocently, but proved to be quite interesting. On Saturday night after the girls returned from a night of partying, Kara and a few of the other girls decided to stay up and play the drinking game "I Never." The rules of this game are quite simple: One person begins by making a statement: "I've never ...". This statement can be something that they have done or that they haven't done. If you can honestly agree with this statement you don't drink, but if this statement is something that you have done then you have to drink. For example, someone might start this game by saying, "I've never had sex in a public place." Anyone who has had sex in a public place must then take a drink. As you can imagine the conversations heat up from there and the more you play the more honest people become.

Lucky for me, this game was very informative for Kara and served to arouse her curiosity. 

According to her as the game went on the conversation ranged from different positions they had done to whether they enjoyed anal sex or not, to the various sex toys they had used. When it came to Kara's turn she had had a good enough buzz going that she stated, "I never squirted." Then she proceeded to raise her beer and take a good long swig. 

Her statement must have caught the girls by surprise because each of them possessed a jaw-dropped stunned look.

I myself was quite surprised that Kara had shared this information with her friends. She must have noticed this because she said, "I'm sorry honey. I was really drunk." I quickly reassured her that it was okay with me, after all I'm sort of proud of this accomplishment. Kara continued with her story replaying the scene for me. The girls of course were full of questions. 

"How?" "Did it hurt?" "What did it feel like?" "How much came out?"

Kara told them all about the first time it happened; how long it had taken, the technique we used, and how she had to relax her entire body. The girls were still somewhat dazed by this information. 

The game seemed to stall there for a few minutes until Kara's friend Michelle raised her voice and her eyebrows and said, "I've never had a threesome." Then she slowly raised her glass of wine and took a sip. Her other friend Tammie also took a drink from her glass.

"Really!" Kara yelled.

"Yes. Really," they both replied in unison.

"Wait. Not together?" Kara asked.

"Yes," said Michelle as Tammie nodded her head too.

"No! Who was the third person?" asked Kara in complete astonishment.

"My ex-boyfriend Chad," said Tammie. "And to be quite honest, I would never do it again. It probably ruined our relationship."

"That relationship was doomed to begin with," Michelle chimed in.

"Wow," said Kara. "Michelle, would you do it again?" Kara asked.

"Well ..." Michelle paused. "I never say never."

I suddenly became even more interested in Kara's story. "This is amazing," I said. 

I couldn't believe two of Kara's best friends had had a threesome. Tammie being one of them really surprised me. She was the quiet type, but she was also someone who followed the crowd and could be talked into doing things. 

Michelle, on the other hand didn't surprise me at all. Michelle was a thin brunette with a bit of a wild child in her. You probably wouldn't notice it at first; she's very natural looking, but striking at the same time; with long brown hair and blue-green eyes. I have little doubt the idea of a threesome came from either Tammie's ex-boyfriend or Michelle.

Kara now had my complete attention. "So what happened next?" I asked.

"Wow! Aren't you interested?" Kara said.

Their game continued, but nothing else that was said had the same type of impact on the group. Little by little the girls drifted off to their respective bedrooms and couches until all that remained were Kara and Michelle. 

Michelle looked at Kara and said, "Okay, we can't go to bed until this bottle of wine gets finished. And you have to tell me more about this squirting thing."

"Okay," Kara agreed, "but only if you tell me more about this threesome thing!" 

They walked into the kitchen to grab Kara a glass. Sitting there at the kitchen table Kara did her best to explain what squirting felt like.

"Imagine total release. Have you ever seen the look on a guy's face after sex?" Kara asked.

"Yes. Total satisfaction. They're usually exhausted and lifeless," said Michelle.

"Exactly. Well that's how I feel after ejaculating. Before I did this, sex with John was always good, but I never felt entirely fulfilled. At least not like he did," Kara explained. "But now I can't have sex without it. I need him to make me cum every time."

"And do you? Every time?" asked Michelle.

"Not every time, but almost every time," said Kara.

"Wow, you've got me so interested now. I've got to go home and try this with the first guy I meet," Michelle said smiling.

"So now what about this threesome?" Kara asked.

"Oh it was nothing," said Michelle.

"Bullshit!" yelled Kara.

"Okay, okay. I'll tell you. I've always been interested in being in a threesome. I thought it would be a different experience for me. You know, something new," Michelle explained. 

"So one night Tammie and I were talking and she brought up how her boyfriend Chad had asked her if she would be interested in having a threesome with one of the girls he knew from work. Tammie told me how she could never do something like that, at least not with a total stranger. That's when I told her how I've always been curious about having a threesome, but wasn't sure if I could ever go through with it," said Michelle.

"And that was it?" asked Kara.

"Yea, pretty much," said Michelle. "We arranged to get together for drinks at Tammie's apartment and little by little one thing led to another."

"Hmm," Kara smiled.

"Hmm, what?" asked Michelle.

"I don't know. My husband has always asked me if I would be interested in having a threesome, but it never really interested me. I didn't want to share him with another woman, so I was never really curious about it," Kara paused. "Until now."

"Well, I'm glad I could broaden your horizons," said Michelle smiling. "Now we both have something new to try."

You could imagine how stunned I was as Kara told me this story. I had brought the idea of a threesome up to my wife hundreds of times before, but never had I even noticed an inkling of interest from her. Then she goes off to a bachelorette party of all things and comes back sexually liberated? Talk about a curveball.

"Honey are you okay?" asked Kara. 

"Yea, I'm just ... trying to take this all in," I replied.

"Well, this is the good part," Kara explained. "Since Michelle and I both have a new curiosity we were wondering if we could help each other out."

My jaw dropped even further to the ground.

"Michelle said that she could help us out if we wanted her to, but only if we helped her learn how to ... you know," Kara said shyly "squirt."

I could not have envisioned a better arrangement. I pretended to think about it for a second or two, not wanting to seem too eager and then calmly said, "That sounds okay to me."

Michelle was one of the few of Kara's friends that I could see myself with. She had a great body, tall and thin, dark brown hair, a really pretty face with freckles sprinkled around her nose and cheeks, and a personality that was actually enjoyable to be around.

"How do we go about arranging this though?" I asked.

"Well we thought of that too," said Kara. "I figured we would follow the same recipe that worked for Michelle last time."

"Drinks at Tammie's?" I asked jokingly.

"No! A couple of bottles of wine right here at our house," Kara said.

"Sounds like a plan. When is this little ménage à trios going to happen?" I asked.

"Next Saturday," Kara answered. "I figured that would give us a week to think about it."

"Think about it!" I thought to myself. The only thing to think about was what type of wine goes best in such a situation. "That's a good idea honey," I replied. 

I spent the next week trying to assuage any doubts and fears Kara might have had. I pampered her beyond belief and never stopped showing her how much I loved her.

The week went by quicker than I had expected. Before we knew it Saturday was upon us. Michelle was due to arrive at our house at about 9:00 PM. 

At around three o'clock I went out to I pick up a few bottles of Chardonnay, Kara's favorite wine, and a dozen red roses. When I came home an hour later I found Kara sitting at the kitchen table working on an old crossword puzzle. I placed the roses on the table. 

"Honey, these are for you," I said. "Because no matter what happens tonight I want you to know that I love you above all things, and I will always feel this way." "John you are so great, but you really didn't have to," said Kara as she got up to kiss me. "I'm not worried about tonight, actually I'm sort of excited." 

She grabbed hold of my hand and walked me into the living room. It was filled with candles, all waiting to be lit.

"Wow! You're really setting the mood aren't you?" I said.

"That's not all," she said as she led me to the bedroom. As she opened the door I could see more candles placed throughout the room.

"You are amazing honey! I think I could take lessons from you," I said smiling.

"Well I just thought it would make it easier for everyone to get in the mood," said Kara as she blushed. "Well it definitely got me in the mood," I said as I pulled Kara close to me, her waist touching my shorts as they strained against my now hard dick. "Oh honey!" Kara said. "You'll need to save 'him' for later. I don't want to tire him out." "Believe me Kara he will be ready for later. Besides I'll probably last longer if we do something with 'him' now," I said. "Well," Kara said as she placed her hand on my shorts and cupped my package, "what do you want me to do with 'him.'" "Whatever you're up for," I replied as Kara unzipped my shorts and pulled them down to my ankles.

Kara didn't say another word. She slowly sank down to her knees and gently grabbed hold of my dick. She touched its tip with her finger and seductively licked my pre-cum off it. 

I could feel her breath on my balls as she kissed up and down my shaft, sending shivers through my body. Then she teasingly licked my dick from base to tip before wrapping her mouth around it. I was barely able to stand. She slowly moved her lips further down until she had taken every inch of me into her gorgeous mouth. Her lips wrapped around my base for a few seconds as my hands fell gently on her hair. Then she slowly began to bob her head up and down my shaft, my hands guiding her movements.

Her head moved faster and faster as her tongue beautifully massaged my dick inside her mouth. 

"Oh Kara!" I yelled trying to hold myself back. This only caused her to work harder on my cock. 

Up and down her lips glided over my dick, pausing slightly at the tip each time. Then finally as I began to reach my climax, she shortened her strokes and worked her lips and tongue over my mushroom tip. This was all I could take. My dick exploded with cum and Kara swallowed down every drip.

"Oh Kara!" I grunted as my cock emptied into her mouth. 

She slowly got up, as I fell backward onto the bed. "Look at you. Are you sure you're going to be all right for tonight?" she said laughing. "We have to rejuvenate you somehow."

"Power-nap," I mumbled, "and maybe a cappuccino."

"Okay, you lie here for a bit and I'll wake you up when I get out of the shower," Kara said.

The power-nap was all I needed. We both washed up and then grabbed a quick bite to eat. After dinner Kara said, "I'm going to get changed into something a little nicer. Michelle should be here soon."

I put on the television and hoped to catch the end of the Yankees game. Kara returned from the bedroom looking stunning. She was wearing a pair of white pants that hugged her ass so nicely and a pink backless shirt.

"Wow!" I said.

"Easy there big guy. I don't want to get you started all over again," Kara said.

"You're right honey," I replied and I sat down to watch the game, hoping that would relieve my momentary arousal.

At about ten after nine the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find Michelle looking as sexy as ever, her little yellow sundress complimenting her golden summer tan. She ran her fingers to comb her long dark hair out of her face and handed me a bottle of wine. "Hi John," she said as we greeted each other with a friendly kiss on the cheek.

"How are you Michelle?" I said holding the door open for her.

I could hear my wife calling from the living room, "It's about time Michelle. Come on in."

I watched Michelle walk through the kitchen to our living room, still not fully believing that she had come over for more than just drinks. My wife quickly gulped down the remains of some wine she had in her glass, and opened her arms to greet Michelle. They gave each other an innocent hug and kiss, but for me it was more than that – it was a foreshadowing of things to come. My mind raced, picturing their tanned bodies together in that embrace.

As I opened the bottle of wine Michelle had handed me I could hear Kara pouring three new glasses of wine in the other room. It was obvious to me that my wife wanted the wine to work quickly on any inhibitions she might have. Lucky for me my wife is a bit of a lightweight when it comes to drinking. Michelle took a seat next to Kara on the couch and I placed the new bottle on the coffee table and sat on the opposite side of my wife. 

"So, I don't know about you Michelle, but it took me a full two days to recover from Jen's bachelorette party," Kara said as she placed a friendly hand on Michelle's knee.

Michelle laughed, "That's because you don't get out enough anymore. Are you two becoming that boring married couple already?"

"Hey! Don't place me in that category," I said. "Kara's never been one to recover quickly from a good night out. Besides we've found that sometimes a 'good night in' is better than a good night out." I raised my eyebrows and smiled at Kara.

"Yes, that is definitely true," said Kara as she turned and kissed me on the mouth, teasingly slipping her tongue through her lips for a quick moment. 

As she turned back I could see that Michelle had placed her hand on Kara's knee. "I've heard about that," Michelle said smiling. Little by little we danced around the task at hand. Flirting back and forth with each other. Feeling more and more comfortable as we emptied our glasses of wine. 

"So what usually happens during these famous 'nights in' that you two have?" asked Michelle with a sly smile.

"Well that depends, do you want the G-rated version or the X-rated version? In the G-rated version we usually rent a movie and Kara falls asleep midway through it," I said. "The other version is quite different."

Kara elbowed me in the ribs.

"Oh I know all about those G-rated nights, tell me about the naughty ones," Michelle said as she moved her hand further up Kara's leg. 

Kara looked at me. Her cheeks we getting pink, but I couldn't tell if that was from the wine or from blushing.

I got up off the couch and turned on the CD player, "Well on those nights I usually put on some Motown." I returned to the couch and placed my hand softly on Kara's other leg. I continued, "Then I begin by kissing her right about here," my lips barely touching the skin on Kara's neck just below her jaw line. I could feel my wife's body shudder slightly.

"Sort of like this," Michelle asked as she leaned in to kiss the other side of Kara's neck. I heard a soft sigh escape Kara's mouth as my eyes turned upward to see Michelle mirroring my actions on the other side of my wife's body. The sight of another woman kissing Kara's neck had an immediate impact on my body. My cock strained against my pants, longing to be freed.

"Then I might run my hand up her leg," I said softly not wanting to ruin the mood. Michelle followed my lead as both of our hands slowly ran up Kara's pants delicately meeting at her crotch.

Not wanting to sound like a directions manual I stopped my commentary and Michelle and I continued our little game of follow the leader. With our hands together we gently applied pressure on Kara crotch, we could already feel her getting moist through her pants.

"Oohh," she moaned as my lips and tongue met her jaw, my teeth gently biting the angle of her jaw. Michelle's hand had now moved up from my wife's crotch and had begun to unzipper Kara's pants. 

Kara moaned and turned her head toward me. She seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then placed her hand on my face and deeply kissed me. She was allowing herself to be taken away by the moment.

Michelle had opened Kara's pants to reveal her clean-shaven pussy. Kara opened her legs wider, unconsciously succumbing to her desire. With my mouth still kissing Kara's neck, I watched as Michelle's hand slipped down my wife's glistening pussy.

"Oh God," Kara sighed, her body almost sliding off the couch.

Michelle looked up at me and then at the door to the bedroom, without a word I understood what she wanted. I placed an arm around Kara's waist and stood up, raising her off the couch.

"But ..." Kara protested, obviously not wanting to leave her current state of near ecstasy.

"It's okay honey, we'll be more comfortable in there," Michelle replied.

I held Kara's hand and led the three of us into the bedroom. The bed was strewn with rose petals as I walked her to the foot of the bed. Kara pulled one of the spaghetti straps on her blouse and it fell to the floor. I laid her down on the bed and pulled off her pants. 

Michelle had already undressed, dropping her dress on the floor below her. Her naked body was now before me for the first time. Her tan lines creating a flesh colored bikini around her small perky breasts and neatly shaven pussy. 

She walked around to the head of the bed and laid down, her face now even with Kara's, her feet at the top of the bed. I quickly undressed, finally freeing my hard-on from its restraints. I positioned myself on the other side of my wife. 

I moved closer, my lips touching the side of Kara's breast as my hand gently touched her face. Michelle's hand slowly moved down Kara's tan flat stomach. Then Kara raised her head and whispered, "John, could it just be Michelle for a moment?"




I Never



I was taken aback. "Was this really happening?" I thought. Was my wife really asking me for permission to be with another girl? I couldn't believe it. I could hardly hide my excitement. My smile and a kiss on the lips gave my consent, as I quietly slid to the side of the bed.

Kara raised her head and kissed Michelle. Michelle's head was now over Kara's and they slowly kissed each other down the length of their bodies. First pausing at their tits - Michelle's hanging over my wife's head as Kara's tongue playfully worked on each nipple. 

Michelle gently licking Kara's firm breasts in a swirling pattern.

I laid there on my side, slowly stroking my dick – not wanting to cum, but also unable to stop myself. My pre-cum slowly dripping off the tip, I caught it with my fingers and rubbed it over the head of my cock.

Michelle moved further down Kara's body. They kissed each other's stomachs, both firm and tan. Michelle nibbled at Kara's hip, sending a shiver through her body. Kara arched her back and moaned softly. Michelle's tongue traced its way down Kara's stomach, below her navel slowly working her way toward Kara's pussy. Moving slowly her own pussy now floated above Kara's face; her firm little ass waving in the air as she felt Kara's breath tickle the small patch of hair she left groomed above her pussy. 

I could barely contain myself. My hand was working up and down my shaft, stopping every few strokes to hold myself back.

To my surprise Kara was the first to begin. She raised her head slightly and touched her tongue to Michelle's glistening pussy lips, tasting another woman for the first time. Michelle moaned loudly lowering her hips so Kara could be more comfortable. Kara's face was now lost in Michelle's pussy. Her tongue softly licked up and down Michelle's slit. I could hear Kara lapping her juices as Michelle moaned in ecstasy. I moved my body up to the very top of the bed to get a better angle. Michelle was still enjoying Kara's tongue and had not yet thought to reciprocate. Kara then moved her tongue over Michelle's clit and began to slowly flick it back and forth. Michelle arched her back and pushed her pussy further down onto Kara's face. Kara's tongue continued to work on Michelle's clit, using her lips to suck on it.

Just then Kara's back arched, "Oh Michelle!" she sighed. I could see that Michelle's head was now fully between my wife's legs. Kara's pussy must have been waiting for that because she let out a loud moan. They simultaneously worked on each other's pussies, each tongue reciprocating what the other was doing.

Kara sucked hard on Michelle's clit, bringing her close to climaxing. "Oh God Kara!" Michelle screamed and lifted her pussy away from Kara's mouth.

She moved her hips off of Kara and lay diagonally. She placed her lips back on Kara's waiting pussy. Kara raised her hips grinding her clit into Michelle's lips. Her hands moved beneath Kara's thighs and she wrapped her lips around Kara's clit.

"Oh God! Make me cum!" Kara moaned. Michelle looked quickly over to me. I took that as an invitation. My dick now ready to explode, I kneeled between Kara's legs and placed Michelle's hand on Kara's clit.

"Oh yes!" Kara moaned.

I moved it quickly back and forth across Kara's clit and then allowed Michelle to take over. She briskly worked her hand back and forth, each stroke sending Kara closer and closer to climax. I restrained myself from joining in, wanting nothing more than to get involved, but also knowing that this was more of a moment between the two of them.

Kara widened her hips and pushed her clit firmly against Michelle's hand. Her pussy lips were now fully open and I could see her ready to explode. Michelle's hand kept working back and forth across Kara's clit. 

"Oh God!" Kara yelled, her jaw clenched. Then suddenly without warning a stream of clear liquid exploded out of Kara pussy. 

"Oh fuck, yes!" Kara screamed as squirts of cum escaped her pussy, her back arching as the last drops of her liquid sprayed out. "Oh yes," Kara moaned again exhausted. Her hips falling limply to the bed. 

"Wow," Michelle said in a soft voice, a look of wonder on her face. Her fingers wiped some of Kara's juices off of Kara's legs. 

Kara lay still, but placed a reassuring hand on Michelle's back. She turned to me. "Thank you," she said and kissed me on the lips. I could taste Michelle's juices still lingering on my wife's lips. Kara turned to Michelle and whispered in her ear, "And thank you too."

Kara turned her head back to me and saw my dick standing at full attention. "Well someone's excited," she said. 

"Just watching you girls, was driving me crazy," I said.

"Well your patience should not go without reward. Someone should take care of you," Michelle replied. She looked at Kara either asking for permission or asking if Kara wanted the first shot.

"Don't look at me," Kara said. "I'm exhausted. Besides Michelle, you were the one who was supposed to cum today. Why don't the two of you satisfy each other and I'll watch the show."

Kara gave me a nod of her head as if to say, "It's really okay."

Michelle turned to me and I moved across the bed. The two of us on our knees, we embraced in a French kiss - my hands on her slender hips, her breasts lightly touching my chest. She placed her hands upon my face and pulled me closer to her. I wrapped my arms around her, both my hands firmly grabbing her tight ass. I moved my mouth down to her neck and passionately kissed beneath her neck and shoulders, as her fingernails ran up and down my back.

There was nothing delicate about our embrace. Our sexual energy was too strong. Like two animals we devoured each other's bodies with our tongues and lips. She pushed her body forward and forced me down on my back. Her body now lying on top of mine I could feel her moist pussy rub against my dick. She messaged her clit up and down my shaft, without letting me enter her.

"Oh yes," she moaned softly.

I grabbed her ass and pushed her up my body, her warm juices leaving a trail across my stomach and chest. Her pussy was now inches away from my face, glistening with moisture. Starting at the bottom, I ran my tongue up her slit. She pushed her hips forward into my face and I buried my mouth and tongue inside her pussy.

"Oh God!" she moaned.

She tasted sweet. I tilted my head slightly and ran my tongue up her pussy. I wrapped my lips around her clit. Michelle's body shivered and she pushed her hips harder against my mouth. My hands grabbed her ass. My tongue and lips worked harder on her clit, as she grinded her slit against my chin. 

"Oh John!" she yelled.

Just then I felt a kiss on my inner thigh. My senses were now in overdrive. A playful bite on my hip sent a shudder through my body. I could feel my wife's breath on my dick. Kara was laying between my legs her tongue teasingly playing with my shaft, while my lips and tongue were busily enjoying Michelle's pussy. Kara's head slowly went down on my dick, engulfing the entire thing in her mouth. I tried to concentrate on Michelle, but Kara's mouth was almost too much for me to take. 

While my lips were still wrapped around Michelle's clit, my wife's mouth sucked the tip of my cock - her tongue gliding in circles over its head. My pleasure threshold was quickly approaching. As my wife's head began to bob quickly on my dick, I knew I she had brought me to a point of no return. She took it once more deeply inside her mouth and then brought it out sucking furiously on its head. 

My back arched, my eyes closed, and I exploded into my Kara's mouth. As she milked every last drop from my dick I lost focus of where I was. For a split second I had completely forgotten what was going on, my mind adrift in that moment of ecstasy.

My eyes opened again to find Michelle's legs still straddling my head. She grinded her clit against my lips, wanting more. Again I wrapped my lips around her clit and sent my tongue dancing across it. "Oh John," she moaned. 

I moved my hands up her back and gently rolled her over onto her back. I kneeled next to her and leaned my head back down to her pussy. My mouth returned to her clit briefly. I flitted my tongue across it and then replaced my mouth with my hand. Her pussy was dripping wet. I place two fingers over her clit and quickly began rubbing it back and forth. 

Michelle screamed, "Oh God!" and arched her back. 

With each moan from Michelle my fingers worked her clit more and more vigorously - first in circles, then up and down. My forearm burned from the workout it was receiving. 

"Oh Jon, yes!" she yelled. "Don't fucking stop."

Michelle spread her legs wide and her pussy lips opened up. I could tell she was close to cumming. My wife sat down on the bed near Michelle's head.

"Try to relax," Kara whispered to Michelle. "Just let it happen."

"Oh!" cried Michelle. "Make me squirt John."

My hand kept up its work on Michelle's clit. Her clit slid in between my fingers as I put more pressure on it. My hand slid back and forth furiously, her juices making her pussy slicker than ever.

"Oh fuck John. Make me squirt," she cried again, her legs opening up once again revealing the very inside of her slit.

My wife's head moved closer to Michelle's ear. She whispered softly, "Let it go Michelle. You feel yourself holding it back. That's it let it go. Release it."

Michelle screamed, "Oh fuck yes!" and a small splash of cum squirted from her pussy. My hand kept rubbing her clit and her pussy sent a bigger splash across my arm. I licked a droplet off her leg. She tasted sweet.

"Oh God," Michelle moaned. Her back arched and then fell, almost lifeless back down to the bed. "You did it honey," Kara said. "How did it feel?"

"Wow, I've never ..." Michelle let the sentence drift away, but each of us knew what she meant.

As Michelle lay motionless on her side, Kara moved closer to her and wrapped her arms around her. I moved behind Michelle and pulled the two of them closer to me. We laid there, the three of us side by side, for a few minutes. No one speaking a word, we shared the moment in silence. Michelle was the first to speak. "Thank you guys," she said.

Kara brushed Michelle's hair out of her face, "That was beautiful."

I leaned over to kiss my wife. We shared a French kiss with Michelle lying between us. Kara bit my bottom lip as she pulled away and I sensed that she was more than ready to get started again. She kissed Michelle and rolled on top of her.

"I want you to taste me again," said Kara.

Their lips met in a deep passionate kiss. Michelle's hands grabbed Kara's ass and she gently guided Kara's hips up her body. My wife straddled her hips above Michelle's head, her pussy moist with anticipation – waiting to be tasted. Slowly, with careful strokes, Michelle's tongue moved up Kara's pussy pausing slightly at her clitoris before moving back down in a slow gentle motion. Her tongue gliding between Kara's pussy lips.

I watched my wife's back arch as Michelle's tongue went to work and decided not to be an observer this time. I lay down on the bed between Michelle's legs and slowly kissed the inside of her thighs. Her legs shivered as my tongue danced across her skin, moving ever-so-slowly closer to her shaved pussy.

Gently my tongue and lips met her upper-inner thigh and Michelle's legs drew further open in response. Teasingly, my tongue worked its way closer to her pussy, which was now dripping wet. I slid my tongue inside Michelle and tasted her for the second time tonight. My mouth moved up her slit and my lips closed around her clit.

Almost instantly my wife moaned, "Oh yes!" and threw her hands against the headboard of our bed. My work on Michelle had obviously influenced what Michelle was doing on the other end of the bed. Kara grinded her pussy into Michelle's mouth, as my tongue flitted quickly across Michelle's clit. 

"Oh my God!" Kara moaned.

My lips sucked on Michelle's clit and she raised her hips in response. My wife arched her back as Michelle's tongue and lips took her to yet another level of ecstasy. The three of us interconnected in a way I've never experienced.

"Oh Michelle!" Kara screamed as hips thrust forward one last time. 

Kara rolled off Michelle and lay on her back beside us.

Michelle's hands pushed down on my head intensifying the pressure on her clit.

"Oh yes John!" she screamed.

Her hips bucked forward once more and her hands pulled my head away. 

I moved my mouth away from Michelle's clit and tasted her pussy once again - licking it up and down. My chin dripped with her juices, her legs shivered from orgasm. 

Kara gently touched my shoulder and I looked up for a moment. She motioned for us to roll over. I rolled onto my back and slid my body up the bed, my dick standing at full attention like a flagpole. Michelle lay motionless for the moment, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. Kneeling at the foot of the bed Kara leaned forward. Her blonde hair fell on my stomach as she licked the tip of my dick. She sucked on the end of it like it was a lollipop and then leaned forward, "someone needs to get fucked" she said. 

I smiled in agreement. 

She kneeled back and sat between my legs. Her hand touched the inside of Michelle's calf and lightly traced a path up her thigh, rousing Michelle from her brief rest.

"Mmmm," Michelle sighed and sat up on her elbows. Kara leaned in and gave her a kiss, undoubtedly tasting the remains of her own juices on Michelle's lips. Michelle sat up as their tongues danced. Kara teasingly pulled away slightly forcing Michelle to follow her. Michelle sat on her knees as Kara moved onto the other side of me, the two of them now on either side of me. I watched as they leaned across me, their tongues and lips locked in a French kiss. 

There was something very gentle about the way they kissed one another. It was not lustful, but more gentle and caring. Kara placed a hand on Michelle's cheek drawing her further into the moment.

Without breaking their kiss Kara moved her body closer to my head. She kneeled next to me as Michelle, almost instinctively, moved between my legs. Kara released Michelle from their kiss and placed her legs on either side of my face. She still faced Michelle as her pussy glistened above my face.

Michelle moved further up and I felt her moist slit glide over my dick. She ran her pussy up and down my shaft, not letting me enter her. My dick glided over her clit and Michelle let out a sigh. She moved her clit up and down my shaft.

"Oh fuck me John," she sighed and she slid my dick inside her pussy. 

Her slit was so moist. I felt her bare skin meet the base of my cock as I quickly filled every inch of her. A deep breath escaped her lips as my dick reached the depths of her pussy.

"Oh God John," she said in almost a whisper.

I knew with all of this anticipation I would not be able to last very long, so I held her hips in place and enjoyed the feeling of being inside her.

"Stay like this. I want to feel this for a moment," I told Michelle.

Kara still facing Michelle leaned in and began kissing her. My wife's pussy now lingered directly above my mouth. I lifted my head slightly and tasted her sweet juices. Kara lowered her pussy down to me and my tongue ran up her slit. 

From my obstructed view I could vaguely see Michelle's body on my dick and Kara leaning forward; her hands gently circling Michelle's breast as her lips kissed Michelle's nipples. This visual was almost too much for me to take. I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on Kara's luscious pussy. My tongue spiraled around her clit.

"Oh John, yes," Kara moaned.

I placed my hands on her ass and closed my lips around her clit, my tongue still working figure eights inside my mouth.

"Oh," Kara sighed and she pushed her clit further against my mouth.

My tongue quickened its strokes. Luckily working on Kara like this had drawn my attention away from the gorgeous girl who was still sitting on my dick. I lifted my hips and dug my dick further into Michelle.

"Oh!" she screamed. 

She slowly raised her hips, first taking my shaft almost entirely out of her and then slowly filling her back up. My dick glided in and out of her moist pussy, slowly filling her up as her clit met my base.

Kara leaned forward even more and my lips left her clit. Her breasts fell on my stomach and I felt her soft tongue touch my shaft and then lick Michelle's clit. Each stroke of her tongue brought pleasure to both Michelle and me. Her lips then wrapped around Michelle's clit. "Oh yes!" Michelle moaned.

Her thrusts quickened as she rocked her hips up and down on my dick like a cowgirl. With each thrust I could feel Kara's lips graze my shaft. My dick deep inside Michelle's pussy, as it contracted around my shaft. She threw her head back and arched her back. Her hands were now on my legs as her hips bucked quickly back and forth.

"Oh God yes!" she yelled.

I could feel myself approaching that point of no return and I pumped my shaft deeper inside Michelle. 

"Oh fuck yes!" she moaned.

Her hips quickly rose and fell in quick, but deep thrusts.

With one last push I exploded inside Michelle as her pussy contracted around me and then released.

"Oh God," I grunted.

Her body fell forward on top of Kara's. My eyes shut. My body lay motionless, spent.

I heard Kara laugh. She was sandwiched between us. Michelle sat up.

"What?" she asked.

"I just can't believe what we just did," Kara said smiling as she rolled off of me.

My dick slipped out of Michelle, as she pulled away and lay on her side. Exhausted I closed my eyes for a moment. I awakened shortly when a soft pair of lips touched mine. I opened my eyes to see Michelle's face above me.

"Thank you," she said. Then she leaned over and kissed Kara, "Thank you too."

With my wife on one side of me, Michelle pulled up the bed sheet and cuddled up to me on my other side - her head resting on my chest. The three of us quickly drifted off to a restful sleep. 

The next morning Michelle woke first. She kissed us both good morning.

"I hate to be the one to end this, but I have work today," she said softly as she pulled her dress back on.

"I guess it's back to the real world," I replied. 

Kara seemed really disappointed. "Oh, I was going to make us breakfast," she said.

"I'm sorry guys, maybe next time," said Michelle.

"Next time," I thought to myself. Was there going to be a next time?

"Okay then. I'll give you a rain check," Kara replied with a laugh.

Yes, there was going to be a next time!



I Never Asked Her Name



Note: I have used the word condom several times, which is the British English word for what is known in America as a rubber.



As a writer of erotic fiction I often wonder what it would be like to be in the shoes of one of my characters. I write about all sorts of erotic encounters; the sort, which men dream of but my own sex life is pretty normal. I have a girl friend. Though we don't live together, we are close and the sex is good. I can't imagine writing about sex with my girlfriend though. 

I had harboured this desire to somehow live out a fantasy for months. It wasn't that I was running out of ideas, just that I wanted to see if I could actually do something genuinely erotic and then put it to paper.. I didn't want to have to imagine for once. I wasn't sure what this scenario would be and for weeks I left the idea on the back burner. It was when I was writing a story the other day that the idea appealed to me again. It had to be erotic, but feasible. I decided, just once that I would go out and try and have sex with a complete stranger and write about it. It's a common enough fantasy but I had no idea how plausible or doable it was. I would try. I entered into this with a degree of excitement, trepidation and some guilt. Yes, I would be cheating on my girl friend. However, I wasn't married, not even engaged. She was a girlfriend.

It was New Year's Day and I had gone into town to see if there were any bargains to be had. One of my favourite haunts is Waterspoon's Bookshop. It has a nice Starbrook's coffee house, where one can have a chocolate cake and latte after browsing the books. 

The city centre was quiet but there was enough lovely young women to at least give me some encouragement. I was pleased to see that the trend of leggings with no skirt or pullover was showing no sign of fading and there was many a fine, pert ass and cute little mound for me to ogle and feed the lust for my writing. 

I meandered the quiet side streets, which look so quaint when there are few people about although I was concerned the bookshop might be closed, as it seemed very few businesses had bothered to open. It was New Year's Day, but I had figured, albeit wrongly that everywhere, or at least most places would be open. However, to my surprise Waterspoon's was indeed open and I went in by the corner entrance. I was about to take the lift to the third floor and the coffee shop when a flash of white caught my peripheral vision. I turned and almost had to catch my breath. 

There was a girl behind the fancy postcard and stationery counter, who I swear had the best tits I've ever seen. I'm not going to be able to do them justice on paper, but I'll do my best. She was eighteen or nineteen I guess, with short dark brown hair and just the most butter-wouldn't-melt face I ever saw. She had dark brown eyes, a cute nose and full, rosy pink lips. To be honest she made Bambi look like the Elephant Man. Then there were her breasts. They weren't huge, but they were big. Not just big, but round like water melons, so that from whatever angle you viewed them, they were perfect. If that wasn't enough, her nipples had begun to point through her T shirt and brassiere. 

I had no chance with this girl. She looked so good, she must have had no idea how good she looked and I suspect she was a virgin. I made an excuse to go right up to the counter and made a spurious enquiry about something. She spoke with a middle class, Daddy's girl accent and she really was just a total sweetheart. As confident as I am with the opposite sex, even trying to get it on with this beauty was futile. I thanked her for her assistance, while spending as long as was reasonably possible getting an eyeful of her puppies and caught the lift to the top floor. 

Undeterred I browsed the wildlife section and then the shelves with politics and political biographies, which is an area I enjoy reading. There was a waft of coffee drifting my way from Starbrook's, and it won the battle for my attention with a polemical chapter on the British economy. I joined the queue and set my heart on a piece of hazelnut cake. The café was quite busy and I had begun to look for a place to sit before I had been served. Two places in front of me was a woman in her late thirties, with a beige pencil thin skirt, within which her ass cheeks nestled like a pair of peaches. She turned to the barista and I noted she also had a fine pair of tits, which were embraced by a lacy-looking bra, evident through her white blouse. Her hair was long, mousy blonde. I would say she was a legal type or at least a professional. She wasn't gorgeous but good-looking. I decided she was a candidate for my adventure. I would try to fuck this woman.

I was served presently and conveniently found my self in an area with no free seats and casually asked the woman if I could sit at her table. She said that she didn't mind.

'Everyone seems to be in here, town's quiet today.' I said, trying to engage her early on.

'Yes. The one's I needed to go to, were open though.'

'Got anything good?'

The woman, who spoke with a cultured but local accent was clearly not overly accustomed to being chatted up by a complete random and eyed me with a little suspicion I felt. I tried to make my body language as comfortable and reassuring as possible. I was happy though, when she was the next to speak and I took the opportunity to play all my cards right.

'Have you found the book you were looking for?' She asked.

I wasn't sure if this was asked out of genuine interest or politeness while I temporarily shared her space.

'Actually no. I was browsing the political section, but I got the urge for coffee. How about you?' 

'Yes, I got Nigella Lawson's latest book, with a token that my Sister got me for Christmas'

'Oh Nigella Lawson. There's a woman.'

'Like her do you?'

'Like her! Doesn't every man?'

This was a good opening. I saw a way to engineer the conversation from hereon in.

'She's a domestic Goddess.' I could write a story about her.'

'A story, you are a writer?'

'Indeed I am. Erotic fiction is my genre. I am out today on a sort of experimental folly. To get inspiration if you like.'

'Erotic fiction. Oh!'

The woman looked genuinely interested.

'What do you mean by an "experimental folly."

'I intend to sleep with a complete stranger and write about it.'

The woman, possibly involuntarily, shuffled in her seat and adjusted her blouse. I admit I felt a surge of adrenaline as I contemplated how she might react and what she was thinking. She could either take me for a complete weirdo and move to a different table or find my idea a turn on. I wasn't sure what to expect.

'Really?'

'Yes.'

'Anyone?'

'Not anyone no. They need to be fuckable, if you will excuse my language.'

The woman's face appeared to brighten up at my use of the word "fuckable." 

'Are you serious?' She asked.

'Of course. As much as I use my imagination, I think doing something like that will just make a great story as well as being enjoyable. I hope.'

'What do you do with the stories? Do you publish them?'

'I'm currently writing a novella, which I hope to get published, but most of my stories go on a website called Literotica.'

'Literotica! I've never heard of it.'

'Are you married?' I asked.

There was quite a pause when she said nothing. I had had some scruples about following this line of conversation. It was intrusive and she was still slightly ill at ease. Then she smiled, what I thought was a warm smile. Her frostiness suddenly thawed as if the dawn itself had suddenly broken over the horizon.

'No, I'm not.'

'Boyfriend, partner?'

'No. Not at the moment. I am going to surprise you.'

'Oh how?'

'I am bisexual. I am seeing a woman.'

She was right. This was a surprise. I suppose I should have been happy, in fact talking to a reasonably hot woman who had just declared that she was bisexual would normally be very interesting, not to say erotic, but I suddenly saw it as a possible fly in the ointment.

'I wouldn't have guessed.'

'What, too feminine am I?'

'It's not that, though you are feminine. I don't know, I just wouldn't have thought you were bisexual, but it's not based on anything.'

'Well I am.'

'I guess you must know these aren't random questions. I am not in the habit of asking women about their personal lives.'

'Yes, I worked that out. You're confident I will give you that.'

'I don't feel confident.' I assured her.

'Why have you chosen me? There are lots of attractive women.' 

She gestured across the café. There were indeed a number of good looking girls and women of various ages, who might easily fit the bill.

'I saw you in the queue and I just thought. "She's the one, I want to fuck her."'

'If I say no?'

'I would look for someone else, I suppose, but I'm not sure now. I don't know if I could do this again. I feel like I have come this far and it's like the cork is out of the bottle and half the wine has been drunk.' 

'And if I say yes?'

'If you say yes, I would like to go to a hotel and fuck you. I don't want to know your name even. I want to fuck you tonight, then say goodbye in the morning.' 

'Do you have a girlfriend?'

I nodded my reply.

'You're not bothered about cheating on her?'

'I don't see this as cheating. It's in the name of art.'

'Is that what it is?'

She looked at me as she sipped her coffee and helped herself to a piece of my cake. Then I felt her shoe brush my calf. She looked at me in a way that was half way between desire and contempt.

'Then yes. I've not slept with a man for nearly a year and to be honest I wouldn't say no to a really good fuck. You're not a bad-looking bloke either. As long as you wear a condom, why not!'. 

'What about your partner?'

'She won't know, will she. Anyway I would feel more guilty if I slept with another woman.'

'OK, well that's amazing. Where shall we go? What time do you need to be back home?'

'There's no rush, I'm not seeing her till Wednesday. Shall we find a hotel?'

At this point I have to say that this had been easier than I had thought. I don't know how I had expected things to happen. Here I was with an attractive woman, who I had somehow persuaded to sleep with me in the name of a good story. It felt weird.

We got up and walked down the stairs to the ground floor and out onto the street. It was quite mild for the time of year but rather gloomy.

'What do you do for a living?' I asked.

'I work for a car dealership as a Sales Assistant.'

'I know a gentleman should never ask, but how old are you?'

'Is it important?' She asked indignantly.

'Not at all, I had you down as thirty eight or something, so just wondered. It's for the story you see.'

'I was 41 yesterday.'

'Really! Many happy returns for yesterday!'

'Thank you.'

'You must let me buy you a drink. Let's go in that bar there.'

I ordered a glass of rum and coke and she had a vodka and lime.

I toasted her and our glasses clinked.

'Here's to great sex, your birthday and a Happy New Year.' 

'Yes, cheers. Happy New Year to you too.'

A few more people were in town now than earlier. The results of the previous night's celebrations could still be seen outside with numerous broken bottles, spent fireworks and a smashed window in a nearby bank. 

'Are you parked nearby?' She asked.

'Actually, I walked into town. You?'

'I caught the tram.'

'Well that's all good then. Shall we go the Wellcome Inn?' There's one behind the theatre.'

'Sounds good.'

'What about dinner? Are you hungry?'

She shrugged her shoulders.

'Let's see what they've got at the hotel.'

I gave her ass a playful slap and we walked the quarter mile or so up the hill to the hotel. It had a shiny, red and gold entrance. The man at the desk greeted us as though he would rather be doing something else. Clearly he was not happy in his work and having to work New Year's Day was not something he relished and it showed.

'Yes Sir.' He said, as if I had earlier done him some misdeed.

I proceeded to book a double room with breakfast for what I considered to be a rather pricey £90, but there you go. I was given two room keys, which were those sort of white credit card things. The hotel had an a la carte restaurant. There were only a few diners and we were seated straight away and we enjoyed a light meal. We agreed that sex on a full stomach was not the best idea and we opted for a Thai style starter, which we shared and a dessert each.

Afterwards we caught the lift up four floors. I looked into my companion's eyes on the way up and for the first time felt aroused. I suppose I had not allowed myself to believe this was all happening, but was now unwound and relaxed and felt completely horny.

The room was warm and decorated with terracotta walls and a couple of modern prints. The shower room was spacious and there was a honesty bar and Satellite TV.

'I'm going to have a bath.' She said. 'I like a long soak and I might as well get your money's worth!'

'OK, why not, shall I order a bottle of champagne?'

'If you like. Won't it be a bit expensive for you?'

'Oh it's OK, this is a one off, we might as well do it in style.'

I watched the soccer results while my companion soaked her body in the tub. My team won 2-1, which was good, so I was just about in the best mood ever when the porter delivered the bottle. I knocked on the bathroom door politely and took her a glass of the sparkling wine. She was up to her neck in the bubbles and looked delightfully relaxed. I lay on the bed again, but it wasn't too long before I heard the door handle and she appeared wrapped in a large, cream towel. We swapped places as I went for a shower, while she plugged in the hair drier. I had trouble with the shower controls as I always do, but after much fiddling got there in the end. I made sure I used every last drop of the free shampoo and shower gel and was quite fragrant when I emerged. 

When I came out she was sitting up on the bed completely naked. The sheets and pillows, which were piled around her, were those silky ones, the colour of milky coffee. Her hair was now fluffy and luxuriant and she had a warm, pink glow about her face. She looked gorgeous and sexy. I let my towel fall to the floor and she had a good look at my body. I might be 40 years old, but I go to the gym and run regularly, so I hope I cut a reasonable figure. I sat on the bed and looked over her body. She had a full, voluptuous figure, her breasts rising to the little peaks of her large juicy nipples. She had a carefully trimmed bush and neat, pink pussy lips. 

I lay next to her, our bodies touching and I tickled her legs with my toes. She looked at me minutely, surveying the growing shadow of whiskers and then she kissed me. She kissed me softly, so that shivers of excitement ran through all my nerve endings. 

'I didn't expect we would kiss.' I said.

'Kissing is part of sex, I can't do it and not kiss, can you?'

'Not really, I just didn't think you would want to. I'm glad you do though. Your kisses are spot on.'

We kissed again and I stroked her legs. They were soft and smooth. We looked at each other. Her green-blue eyes twinkled as she looked at my dick and stroked it with her index finger.

'Do you want me to suck it?'

'I guess that would be a good start, yes.'

She looked at with reproof before licking the underneath of my cock. I winced and it twitched as she lingered around my glans. She held it between her middle and forefingers as she sucked me. She sucked me so slowly - lovingly almost. She was really very good. I lay there with my eyes closed enjoying the sensations, stroking her hair for a long time it seemed. In the end I had to stop her because I could feel I was getting a bit too close. 

I sat up and squeezed her breasts, firmly but carefully. They were wonderfully soft and her nipples were just perfect. I sucked her breasts, and received a good measure of approval, both from her verbally and from her pussy, which my fingers discovered was flowing as if from a pot of honey, warmed by the sun. I continued kissing her breasts all over before moving in little stepping stones down her front until I reached her labia. I parted them with my fingers and licked her and lapped up all her lovely warm juices. I do enjoy giving oral sex, particularly when a woman is as wet as this one was. She smelled good too. 

'What way do you like sex, the position I mean?' I asked.

'I really don't mind. As long as it's good sex, I don't think it matters.'

'Doggy then?'

'That's fine.' She said with a broad, naughty smirk. 

I reached for the condom, which was one of those, which are meant to feel like the real thing and handed it to her. I always prefer the woman to put it on, it seems better and sexier that way. She slipped it on and rolled it along my absolutely rigid prick before getting on all fours. I was inside her straight away, due to her absolute arousal and I began to pound her pussy as I held on to her hips. She had a nice meaty ass and it quivered delightfully as I fucked her. I alternated my rhythm between hard fucking and long, slow glides. She had started off in the "looking for a contact lens position", but finished up almost flat on her belly with me still inside her. 

Women express themselves in all sorts of ways when they have sex. This woman was one of the more vocal ones. She yelped out a loud moan with every stroke. I do mean loud too, almost distractingly so, but I was so turned on, it didn't matter. I was fucking a woman I had met four hours earlier, whose name I didn't know. I was really turned on and thoroughly enjoying myself. I am quite fit, but needed a breather and I asked her to turn over. 

'Can you go on top?' I asked, wiping a bead or two of perspiration from my brow.

She didn't speak, but I lay on the bed and she climbed on me and guided my cock into herself. For a while she rode my cock as I fondled her breasts. We were both expressing our enjoyment in our own way. Her hair draped around my face in one moment and I was kissing her breasts in the next. She was a sensual woman and she knew exactly how to please a man. The tenderness of this position was quite lovely, but I decided it was time to move up a gear. I pulled her towards me and kissed her neck. Her reaction was as instant as it was rewarding.. There was a great sloshing, slapping sound of cock and balls against pussy as I pounded her cunt. She said she wanted to be fucked hard and she got her wish. Her moans now virtually had become squeals as she began to orgasm. When she came I felt like she was going to break me and the bed. It must have looked spectacular. She gripped my shoulders and threw her head back, with her thighs locking round me, vice-like I could feel her entire body tremble as she climaxed. I was close to coming myself but I am good at holding back, when it's necessary. 

'Where do you want to come?' She asked, when she had recovered. 

'Would you let me come in your mouth?'

'I knew you were going to say that.'

She dismounted and to my delight, she just lay on the bed with her head on the pillow and opened her mouth for me. I had already been close to orgasm, but she just sent me over the edge and it took no more than a couple of wanks of my dick and I ejaculated a huge load of spunk down her throat. Quite a bit went in her mouth, but more just ended up spraying over her face, on her chin and I even managed to get it in her hair for good measure. Let it be noted that I was also very, very noisy when I came.  

I fetched a towel from the bathroom and wiped her down, but she insisted on washing it all off in the sink. She came back and we finished off the champagne while watching a film on the TV. It was a rerun of one of the Harry Potter adventures. 




I Never Asked Her Name



'It's nearly 10 o'clock, do you want a coffee?' I asked when the credits rolled.

'Yes please.'

'That's how this all started isn't it! I remarked'

'Over coffee yes. How was it then?'

'How do you think?'

'I thought it was very good.' 

'There you go then.'

'When will your story go up? I would like to read it.'

'In the next few days. I'll write it tomorrow, while it's still fresh. Just look for StephenA and you can see all my stories. I'll give it a title so you know which one it is.'

'Literotica, you said wasn't it.'

'That's right.'

'Stephen, is that your name?'

'It might be.'

We drank our coffee and then we went to bed and we spooned until I came again in the condom. We kissed and cuddled each other and drifted off to sleep. This was meant to be raw, emotionless sex, but it's a hard human being who can have sex and not cuddle afterwards. 



We awoke around the same time. It had not quite become light. 

'Good morning.' I said.

'Good morning. Did you sleep well?'

'Yes, very well. Good sex is an excellent stimulus for a good night's sleep don't you think?'

She didn't answer but smiled and got up to go to the bathroom. I felt strangely empty. My passion from the previous night felt so long ago now. It felt surreal somehow. I had had one night stands before, but never like this. I felt detached from my surroundings. We talked little over breakfast. We were cordial but I think we both felt like what had needed to be done was done. Looking back and as I write, this was just 36 hours ago; I feel a vague sense of warmth for the night that I shared with her. I never asked her name and she didn't tell me, which is how I wanted it to be.



I Never Asked Why



After reading so many "loving wives" stories, I decided to spill my guts about my ex-wife. My name is Hue if you haven't figured it out yet. My ex-wife Jen and I dated for about a year and were married before I turned 20. I had been in the military for two years at the time. Jen was not the greatest loving woman in the world but I guess she was all right to me. We had just moved to Jacksonville, Florida to my new base. We lived in town because I hated military housing. Housing is full of bored fat military wives that have nothing to do but gossip. We were just settling in when she told me something that would change my life for ever. 

"I'm pregnant Hue", she said to me in just about a whisper. 

Now this is a woman that when she is mad curses like a sailor, and is as loud as the biggest asshole shipmate out there. 

All I could do was say, "HUH"? 

"I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, I'm pregnant, do ya hear me now." She said it louder this time. 

I dropped what ever I was holding and got up and went to the fridge, I got a beer and came back and sat next to her. She looked like I had just slapped her and was going to kick her out. I looked into her eyes and said, 

"This calls for a cigar." I said smiling.

She blinked and asked if I was ok, 

"I know you don't smoke so you must be mad." She said in a slightly worried voice.

I started smiling and told her all proud fathers give away cigars to celebrate being a new dad. 

She slowly started to realise things would be okay. I was so happy that I went out and bought a book of "Garcia Vega's". That set me back fifty bucks, I can't do that again. We needed the money for diapers and baby stuff. Baby stuff? What the hell did I know about things a baby might need. I can't take care of myself and now I am married with a baby on the way, talk about growing up fast. Well, life is what you make it. I started doing what I thought married men should do. 

I stopped hanging out with the guys, staying out late, drinking too much and playing video games. I studied more so that I could make rank and that way I could give my family everything I could. Then life threw me another curve ball. At six and a half months, while Jen was sitting on the couch her stomach started hurting, I asked her if she needed to lie down. As I helped her up, I noticed that she was covered in blood. To say I was scared is an understatement, I got to the phone and call 911, and went back to her to make she was okay. She was calm and acting like nothing was wrong. 

After she got to the hospital, they came to the waiting room to get me. I thought she had died or the baby had died. They took me into the back and gave me this smock thing and some footie's and a mask. I asked what are these's for. The nurse started laughing and said your wife was right you don't have a clue. I went in to the delivery room, and almost ran out. You see I had asked my mom what my dad did when I was born. He sat in the waiting room. So I thought all men sit in the waiting room, "BOY" was I wrong. Hue, Jr. was born 3 hours later. He weighed 3pound and 9 ounces, 18 inches. 

He was developed fully but had no browning fat (baby fat). He was a child off the old block because he could scream with the best of them. The only downside was he had to stay in the hospital till he weighed 5 pounds. He was there for 6 weeks. When he came home he started gaining weight like there was no tomorrow. By six months he weighed 26 pounds and was still growing. By the time he was four I was ready for him to sign up for the LA Ram's football team. Life was good and things were just as things should be. I should have known life would throw me another curve ball. I was told our unit was being deployed for 7 months. We would be leaving in 60 days. 

As most military men know the news wasn't taken very well, this would be our 1st deployment. Time was moving along pretty fast by now. I would be gone in three days. And I spent every moment with them that I could. On the day I left Jen cried and so did my little sailor. As I boarded the plane, one of my shipmate's wives was talking to Jen and I was glad because she would be too lonely or so I thought. About a month in to the deployment Jen asked in an email would I mind if she went out with JD's wife.

JD was a good friend he had been okay by me so I said sure. In passing I told JD about it and he gave me this look, 

"Don't do it." he said to me

I asked him what was up. 

"JD, if it wasn't okay tell me and I'll say no." I said to him.

The story JD told me about his wife and her friends made my skin crawl, his wife was a slut and they had been going through a divorce but the court told him that if they divorced he wouldn't see his kids. During the divorce she asked to move back home, she was from Trinidad. He was from Texas, you figure out the miles on that trip. He told me to keep my wife as far away for Cindy as possible. Later on that evening I emailed Jen and told her I would be calling to talk to her. 

I called at 7:45 her time and got no answer, so I called about every hour or so till she finally answered. It was 3:25 am. I asked her where she had been, she got mad and asked me why did I need to know. I was taken back by this attitude and told her because you my damn wife. That led into a big argument. By 4:00 am I was tired and pissed, so I said good night and hung up. I didn't hear from Jen till 6 days later, she said she was sorry and was just lonely. 

I acted like I didn't trust her and she took it the wrong way. But something didn't seem right. I have been around her for about 6 years and she has never said the words "I'm Sorry". Even when she knew she was wrong, it would take her weeks to come close to even looking sorry. That was the best you could hope for. 

It just didn't sit right with me for some reason. So I played it off, I was in another country and couldn't do anything about till I got home. Things seemed to be going better from the emails, and the calls I got. Then another curve ball or I should say a fast ball appeared. I received a letter from Champus. Champus is the insurance carrier for the military, well it was at the time. It said I was being billed for a procedure done on Jen, something called a DNC. I had no idea what a DNC was, so I went to medical to ask one of the medics. After they told me, I went to legal to find out what my rights were. 

You see a DNC is what they do to you after an abortion. I had been gone for 6 months, why would she need an abortion 3 weeks ago. It was divorce time, and why put off tomorrow what you can do to day. So I called my sister Sarah and asked her to find me a lawyer. She asked what as going on but I didn't tell her everything. But I did tell her enough. I asked her to go to my house and get my checkbook; they were hidden at the bottom of my closet. Jen was at work so she could get in and out with out being seen. When I called Sarah later, to ask if she had gotten the items the she was crying. 

I asked her what was wrong. She told me she had seen Jen and some guy in the bed sleeping while Hue, Jr. was asleep on the floor in the living room. I asked her did she get any pictures, she did. I always knew my sister was smart. I told her to hold on to the pics and I would take care of it when I got home. It was about three days left before we were going to pull back in. Jen told me that we would have to wait for sex because she had some type of yeast infection. I didn't care because I wasn't going to be touching her cheating ass anyway.

When the plane landed we were great with balloons and welcome home signs. I saw my sister but Jen wasn't there. My sister gave me a hug and the pictures she had taken. I didn't want to look at them till I had a beer in my hand. Once I got home Hue Jr. came running into the house and saw me there. He came up and gave me a bear hug. It was nice to be loved by my little man. His mom came in and looked around to see where Hue had gone. Behind her was some stupid looking guy with some big fucking ears. 

She looked like someone had shot her, when she saw me hugging him. The guy looked like he wanted to run but my sister walked up behind him and blocked his way. Then Jen tried to play it of as if she was surprised and ran to give me a hug. I gave her a little hug and she said, 

"This is Rod," and she told me he was a friend from her job. My sister looked like she was about to choke Jen but I waved her off. I had a plan and was going to carry it off by hook or crook. Jen must have felt the tension in the air so she told Rod that she was ok and for him to go home. 

I didn't say anything else to Jen and played with my son for the rest of the evening. I fell asleep with my son. It was very hard for me to sleep in a twin bed but I was happy to be home. I got up around 5:30 am and left to start my day. It was going to be a long day. My first stop was to my squadron to make a few copies. My plan was to make as many copies of the Champus bill as possible. I had just over 300 copies. I found a lawyer and left him a copy of the hospital bill and the pictures. 

Then I made my way to the bank. I had a little over 16,000 dollars in there. So I got a cashier's check and had it made out to my sister. In our joint account, I left $450.00, one month's rent and utilities. Then I went to my insurance company and cancelled my insurance and then sold my car. By the end of the day I had $23,000 dollars. When I got home I placed a copy of the hospital bill on the fridge. About a half an hour later it was gone. 

So I put another one in its place. Same results gone with in an hour, this time there would be no chance to get them all. I put them all over the house, the ceiling fan, the toilet, the windows, in her car, inside the fridge, all over the bed, in the pantry, when she lifted up the hood of her car she would find 3 copies. I put them anywhere and every where I could think of. 

After all of this now she wanted to talk. She wanted to try and explain, 

"What is there to explain, you cheated, you fuck, you got pregnant, you had an abortion and you lied through your slutty assed teeth. What is there to talk about?" I said to her.

Then she did the unforgivable, she said it was my fault for being in the service, she didn't sign up for this and that after I left she had to move on with her life while she was still young. 

I started laughing and walked out. I moved in the back bedroom. She had the master bedroom which was cool to me. On our first court date, I felt like a criminal. I'm off serving my country while she's being a slut and some how it was my fault. The Judge told me that I would have to pay her 680.00 a month child support. I would have to pay the mortgage and the utilities. I started to giggle and the Judge asked me what was so funny. 

I said, "Your Honor, we don't own the house anymore. I sold it right after this started. Also she doesn't own her car as we speak it is being towed to the new owner." 

The Judge was furious, and charged me with contempt of court. It was 3 nights in jail. When I was returned to court the Judge asked me where my car was. I had already sold it. He asked me how I got to court. I told him if my bike was still there, its outside chained to the post in front of the court house. I also said if he wanted to give that to her, I would give them the combo. That caused some laughter from a few other dads in the court room. 

The Judge then asked about our bank accounts, I said what accounts, I have mine and she has hers. He asked about my saving account and I said what savings account. He said my wife's lawyer said you had an account with 16,000 dollars in it. 

I said, "No I don't your honor, I was holding that money for my sister."

The Judge didn't have anything else to take from me it was all gone. Then I asked one question, it pissed the Judge off even more. 

I said, "Sir, if I'm not in the military anymore is the court going to decrease my child support?" 

The Judge looked like he wanted to hang me right there. He said how much longer do you have left in the service, I said three months. 

Jen and everybody else looked at me as though I had said, I killed the president. Need less to say that didn't go over to well. That was the last time I saw Jen happy. Since then I get the feeling she hates me with a passion. She had to move in with her sister for a while. I got out the military and went to work for a local pizza place. That caused my child support to be reduced to about 200 dollars a month. I have moved on since then, I got remarried to a lovely woman named Sammie. We have three wonderful kids and life is good. I am back in the military and in 4 months time I will retire. Hue Jr, is at the University of Texas, and I talk to him once a week. He'll be 24 this year. Boy how time flies when you have fun. 

And Jen is still the same, she has a cute little house, my son feels bad for her because she doesn't date and is rather bitter. You see Cindy came to her senses when JD divorced her and got custody of their kids and moved to Japan. He has been stationed there for the last 13 years. Cindy moved to Japan to be close to the kids. When she got there he was dating a nice little Japanese lady. She takes care of him like there's not tomorrow. Even though Cindy dates a lot, she is hoping that JD's woman will mess up so she can try to get him back. Many of my friends call me an asshole because I didn't try and find out the reason Jen did this but why doesn't matter. The only thing that matters to me is she did. I don't care why, but in the end the only thing that matters to me, I have a "loving wife".



I Never Believed



As June, my wife of seven years, and I drove home from the movies on a Saturday night I hit her with the same old refrain: "I guess the Mission Impossible movies are entertaining, otherwise I wouldn't keep going to them; but they are so coincidental and far-fetched I wonder how it can hold my interest."

June said the same thing she always does, while tapping something on her iPhone as had recently seemingly become her favorite pastime; "Hey Brett, they say that real life is stranger than fiction; and more far-fetched too. I know that you won't believe that Oxford University is older than the Aztec Empire, France was still executing people using the guillotine when the first Star Wars movie came out, and Anne Frank, Martin Luther King, Jr., and Barbara Walters were born in the same year; but they're all true!"

I never knew where June got her unlikely "facts" but every one she ever laid on me after my "unbelievable" refrain turned out to be true. I was really going to have to check the Oxford University one, though.

The night ended as many recently had (after I confirmed that Oxford was in fact older than the Aztec Empire); "June, won't you go off birth control so that we can start a family; I'm ready for kids," I pleaded.

"We're only twenty nine and I need to work a few more years first, Brett."

"But we have more than enough money just from my salary and bonus. Plus, even if you want to work some more, why did you have to take that job in Philly; I don't get to spend enough time with you."

"Don't I fuck you good on the weekends, whiner?"

"Yeah, you sure do - but you know that I have a preggo fetish and I want to fuck you every day, and when you're pregnant."

"How about tonight I just put a pillow under my nightgown and you pretend that I'm pregnant while you fuck me?" she replied with a devilish smile. 

"No, I really mean it, you should go off...oh, shit...birth...OH FUCK!" 

She didn't let me plead some more about going off birth control because she had just grabbed my balls and started sucking my cock, and it felt sooo good. I did have to admit that although her working two hours away from our Maryland home in the suburbs of Washington, D. C. did deny me a lot, and her recent constant checking and texting on her iPhone pissed me off, she really, really did fuck me good on the weekends.

After I came in her twice that night as she squirmed like a snake and screamed like a banshee, I almost forgot about my discontent.

As I lay in bed I did think about the change in our sex life, however. Before June started working in Philly during the week, I always approached her gently and lovingly, and we made love more than fucked. She seemed content with that, although when she had been drinking she would ride me like I was a rented mule. I often wondered if she really liked it more hard and fast, and for modesty reasons never brought it up.

Since she had started working in Philly, I had been more fucking her than making love to her, though, and from her body language it seemed she liked that more. I fucked her again in my mind before I fell asleep; since it was only a dream I fucked her up against a wall and I had a sixteen inch cock that somehow she was able to not only take, but fully enjoy.

*********** 

Sunday morning I was getting ready for a Washington Nationals home game. The buddy who I was supposed to go to the game with, Jack, called to cancel only ninety minutes before the start. June heard my phone conversation.

"Since Jack canceled, why don't you take me?" June asked. "You always complain that we don't do enough together."

"Would you really go?" I skeptically inquired, since she had never gone before in the three years that I shared season tickets.

"Sure, as long as you take me out to eat afterward," was her flippant reply.

That kind of surprised me since she hated baseball; but off to the game we went.

I share season tickets with other guys in my company, and most of the people around us are season ticket holders too. I'm friendly with most of them, especially the forty-something lesbian couple, Janice and Denise, that has the seats right behind mine. They had never met June, of course, but I spoke of her often. They arrived a little late, and the game was a thriller, and June seemed to constantly be busy checking or tapping away on her iPhone, so I only got to make a perfunctory introduction of June to Janice and Denise.

I did turn around and comment to Janice and Denise about plays on the field on a number of occasions during the game, but they seemed to be much more subdued than normal, and didn't respond as enthusiastically as normal. When June went to the washroom during the seventh inning stretch I found out why.

As I stretched I turned to chat with Janice and Denise and saw forlorn expressions on their faces. "Brett, we really are torn about doing this, but we like you and feel that we'd be wrong not to tell you," Janice stammered out. "Denise wrote it down; you can look at it now or after the game, but not in June's presence."

With that Denise handed me a score sheet with writing in the margin. Being the type of person who requires instant gratification I read what it said right away.

"In the third inning June got a provocative text that included a guy's junk, and her response was equally provocative. She's been texting him almost constantly since then. 'Nancy' in her call list is really 'Rob,' the guy she's been texting with."

I read it twice. I'm sure that the color drained from my face. I looked both of them in the eye. "This isn't a joke, is it?" I murmured.

They both dejectedly shook their heads "no."

"Should we have kept that to ourselves?" Denise asked.

"Hell no! I needed to know," I instantly replied. Then I motioned to the beer vendor and bought beers for the three of us.

Fortunately when June returned it was already the eighth inning and the Nationals had put the game away in the seventh, so after I downed my beer I suggested that we go. I waved to Janice and Denise while unsuccessfully trying to evoke a smile, and they waved back while Janice mouthed what I'm sure was "Be strong!"

During the drive to dinner, and during the meal, I did my best to think about other things or have vacuous conversations. I even asked June questions about collecting antiques, making jewelry, and yoga, three things that she is ultra-interested in and I find more boring than watching grass grow. She can talk about them for hours and think that you're actually having a conversation with her if you simply throw in a question every five or six minutes.

June would be leaving early Monday morning for her drive to Philly. I had to find some way to get ahold of her iPhone to check Janice's & Denise's story although I was certain that they were telling me the truth, and I knew them both to be inquisitive and tech savvy enough not to have misinterpreted things.

One thing that really wipes June out is if I give her oral after I fuck her. I have to admit it's not my favorite, but for some reason it almost always renders her comatose. 

I surprisingly was able to get it up just fine that night, probably because I fantasied that I was fucking a whore when I was a horny teenager rather than my "loving" wife, and because I fucked her doggy style and pummeled the shit out of her harder than ever before in our life. When I turned her over after I injected into her she had experienced a truly mammoth climax, she was already almost babbling. By the time that I ate and fingered her clit through three more orgasms she actually was comatose.

When I was sure that June was out-of-it I got her iPhone out of her purse. I'm not super tech savvy, but my company's main IT guy, Bertram, is. Even though it was eleven at night I called him at home from my cellphone, outside our garage. He was still awake.

"Bertram, this is Brett. I am so, so sorry for calling you so late, but this is an emergency. I promise to give you a two thousand dollar bonus if you can help me right now."

Bertram is very motivated by video games and money.

"For that I can help; what do you need."

I was hoping that he could give me instructions on how to clone my wife's phone, but he assured me that I needed special equipment for that. "Meet me in the office in fifteen minutes," he said.

I got dressed, hoped in my car after slowly and quietly manually lifting the garage door, and was there in sixteen minutes flat.

Bertram screwed around with some futuristic-looking equipment that he had in his office after figuring out her password after I gave him fifteen suggestions and he used a computer program starting with those fifteen. Within two hours he handed me a cloned phone. "You can read all of her past texts and emails that haven't been deleted and erased from the delete file, but if you need to have access to the erased ones I'd need the phone for a couple of days."

"This should do it, Bertram," I chuckled, although I was feeling anything but happy. I wrote him a check for $2,000 and he actually was happy. I was back in bed by 1:45 a. m. and June was still in la-la land.

When after a long shower, June kissed me goodbye the next morning she seemed like she really did appreciate my efforts the night before. "You really rocked my world last night, Brett; I should go to games with you more often," she chortled.

If only she knew.

I put on a happy face as I kissed her goodbye.

After putting out the typical Monday morning fires at work I spent the better part of two hours going through June's cloned phone. Although the record wasn't complete, it appeared that June first fucked Rob about six months ago, and transferred to the Philly job two months ago to be closer to him. If she wasn't fucking him Monday-Thursday nights of every week, it was close to that.

One thing I found strange is that there never were any snarky or demeaning comments about me in her texts or emails - although few complimentary ones either. I guess giving your boyfriend more pussy than you give your husband is demeaning enough, huh?

I kept up a good front when I talked to June on our cell phones Monday and Tuesday nights, although it was difficult to act normally knowing that she was likely going to be fucking someone else shortly after we ended our call. I was at a loss for what to do when driving to work on Wednesday morning I saw a sight at a bus stop that shocked the shit out of me.

"Jennifer Ladeaux?" I questioned myself. "And in a maternity dress?"

Jennifer Ladeaux was a young women (very young, she probably was now only twenty four) who used to work at our company and someone who I had previously had daily dealings with. I normally like tall women with big boobs, so Jennifer wasn't my type because she was probably 5 feet one inch tall with a small rack. But she had a really nice ass, very large for a thin white girl, a cute face, and a feisty personality. If we both had been single I would have loved to fuck her.

Jen was in the Naval reserves, and had moved with her husband to Louisiana about eighteen months ago. Why she was now standing at a bus stop at the D. C.-Maryland line was a mystery to me.

While Jen now wasn't by any means heavy, she did have a small baby bulge, which turned me on given my pregnant-women fetish. However, she had a sad look on her face.

I did a dangerous U-turn, pulled into a parking lot just behind the bus stop, and ran up to her. She smiled when she saw me and we exchanged hugs.

"Why are you waiting for a bus here?" I asked.

"Well, I have a doctor's appointment in an hour and it takes a while to get there."

"Can I drive you?"

"Well I don't really know the directions..." she started to say; I interrupted with "I have GPS, so if you know the address we're golden."

In the ride to the doctor's office and in the parking lot since we got there twenty minutes faster than the bus would have I pumped Jen for information. She was reluctant to tell me at first, but then fessed up that she and her husband were having real problems especially because of the pregnancy - he wanted her to abort. She had moved to a really shitty apartment in D C - which was all that she could afford - on a week-to-week basis. She had come to D C because her Naval Reserves insurance provided the best pre-natal care in the D C area. She was working a part-time job in a retail store but was having trouble making ends meet.

If I hadn't just had the revelation about June, and if Jen wasn't pregnant, I don't know what my reaction would have been - but it most assuredly wouldn't have been what it turned out to be.

"Jen, have dinner with me tonight. I think I can get a better situation for you."

"Won't your wife mind?" she asked.

"She lives in Philly Monday-Thursday, so no," I replied.

I gave her cab money from the doctor's office to the store she worked at so that she didn't have to take a bus, and then went to work supercharged.

Even though I'm only twenty nine I am one of the bosses at work - we're in a tech business, and make scads of dough. By five that afternoon I had a part-time position at our office set up for Jen, with permission for her to use one of the two full-time furnished apartments we kept for out-of-town clients since it was our slow season for people visiting us.

When I picked her up for dinner she was surprised when I suggested a fast-food place; she had dressed nicely. "We need to eat quickly because I'm moving you tonight, and you'll have to resign from your retail job because you start work back at my company, part-time, on Friday."

She had lots of questions; I had terse but encouraging answers. If she had any reluctance about getting on board with my plan it dissipated when we had to step over two drunks, and avoid a scurrying rat, to get to her present fleabag apartment. Everything she had easily fit in my car's trunk, and by 9:00 p. m. that Wednesday we were in her new, high-end, furnished apartment.

Once I was sure that she was settled, as I left I said "Now, Jen, be sure to be back at the firm tomorrow by ten. I've told HR that I think that you want to work four hours a day, Monday-Friday, primarily doing your old job, but you tell them if that's not convenient. The office is only a block from here - you saw it when we passed it on the way over - so don't be late," I chuckled.

Tears started forming in her eyes. "Thank you so much, Brett," she sobbed as she gave me a big hug. Even though she had a little belly she had to have felt my cock immediately springing to attention, but she continued to hug me. She did have a diabolical little smile through her tears as I left while trying to cover up my hard-on.

That night I barely slept. By Thursday morning, however, I had a plan. I would make every effort to seduce Jen to fulfill my preggo fantasy, and would just see how the situation with June played out.

Jen was beaming at work on Thursday. Many people were happy to see her back - she had always been a good employee. She was going to work one-five Monday-Friday starting the next day. When I took her to lunch she confided in me "I don't have any clothes suitable for a preggo to wear to a nice office; I'm worried about wearing the same outfit every day - it will be so embarrassing."

I handed her a credit card. "Go shopping for clothes - and food; I saw the pitiful amount you brought from your apartment - today. Don't spend more than $1,000, though," I said with a grin.

"I...I can't do that?" she replied, flabbergasted.

"OK, then not more than $1,200," I said pressing the card into her hand. She started to tear up again. "And no crying."

"OK," she sniffled, then gave me another cock-inflating hug. Her look at my crotch when we separated seemed to say "I'm going to have to do something about that," although maybe it was just my wishful thinking.

Jen actually was glowing as she showed up for work Friday in one of her new maternity dresses. I walked Jen to her apartment after work, and we gave each other a chaste kiss on the lips when I left to go back to the office. "Would you like to come over for dinner on Monday and enjoy some of the food that I bought with your money?" she asked as she returned my credit card.

"I'd love it," I replied with a wide grin.

"6:30 OK?" she asked.

"See you then," I said, squeezing her hand.

I was in such a euphoric state about the possibility of my first preggo fuck - and with a super-sexy one to boot - that weekend that I never acted disagreeable around June. In fact, in all modesty I have to say that I really fucked her hard and to mammoth orgasms each of Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights, thinking about fucking Jen. I still got a little queasy whenever I thought about June and Rob, but I quickly purged my mind of that by thinking about Jen's baby bump and big round ass.

***************

Monday night I anxiously arrived at Jen's apartment at 6:29, with a bottle of wine for me, and some cherry juice for her - something that I knew that she liked. She made a simple but very tasty chicken casserole, with home-made cherry cobbler for dessert. After dinner we watched a DVD sitting on the same couch but not touching. About halfway through the DVD she put it on pause and snickered "I have to empty my shrinking bladder," and left for the bathroom.

I was trying to think of how I could subtly approach getting in her pants when the need for subtlety was removed. Jen returned from the bathroom naked, although she was blushing.

"Brett - I...I...I hope that, well, uh, that," she stammered before coming out with what she had to say. "That is, I hope that I've read you right and that you really want to fuck me, because I want to fuck you more than anything else ever before in my life," she blurted out as she took two steps toward me.

I was astonished at how sexy her pregnant body looked. Her tits looked swollen and her belly looked adorable, as her entire body seemed to glow. It was obvious that her pussy was wet - so wet that it was almost dripping.

I'm more than a foot taller than Jen is. I slowly got up as my cock almost ripped out my pants, approached her, and passionately kissed her as I rubbed her big firm ass with one hand and a nipple with the other. She groaned in delight as our tongues dueled.

I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. I gently laid her on the bed and stroked her with one hand while trying to remove my clothes with the other. I was having difficulty. "Stop touching me and use both hands to take your clothes off, silly," she giggled. I did as told; she continued to giggle until my cock sprung free. Then she got a concerned look on her face.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed. "I didn't think that it would be that big. I'm a little woman and the baby takes up so much space..." she mumbled before losing her train of thought.

"I'll be very gentle," I moaned.

It was about the most self-control that I ever exercised in my life; I wanted so badly to ravage her, and bury my tool in one swift stroke; but I was unfailingly gentle. 

After sucking on her clit and allowing her to play with my balls and stroke my cock with her hand, I lightly turned her on her hands and knees, made sure that her slit was well-lubricated - it was - and then inch by inch inserted my cock into her pussy.

Slowly inserting my cock into her channel while stroking her belly with one hand and pinching a nipple with the other may have been my most pleasurable experience ever - that is until, after what seemed like ten minutes - I was about an inch from being completely buried and started stroking. For the first time ever I came after a few strokes, but never got soft while I continued stroking, and ten minutes later came again, the second time causing Jen to experience several orgasmic convulsions in a row.

I snuggled up to Jen as she cooed into my chest. We both said "thank you" so many times that we were like a malfunctioning CD. Jen soon fell asleep.




I Never Believed



I got up, and called June on my cellphone. When I hung up I was still bothered by the knowledge that she likely would soon be fucking Rob, but my angst disappeared when I returned to Jen's bed, her eyes fluttered open, and she pleaded "Please fuck me again, in spoon position, and then stay the night."

"Your wish is my command," was my corny reply. She didn't seem to mind, however, as she screamed in orgasm ten minutes later, then promptly fell asleep on my shoulder.

I woke Jen up early the next morning since I had to go home to change clothes otherwise the office gossip mill would be in full force. I made her breakfast, and after we exchanged passionate kisses goodbye, looking like a petulant little girl she mumbled "Would you please stay with me as many nights as you can?"

I smiled widely. "I'll bring over some clothes tonight - how about we just order a pizza for dinner."

"OK," she replied with an enormous grin.

That day about three o'clock she snuck into my office. "Can I have your credit card again? I want to order something on line that I'm sure that you'll like."

"How can I say 'no' to that?" I rhetorically asked as she kissed my hand while removing the card from my fingers.

And so began the best sex of my life. Pregnancy really agreed with Jen, and so did my cock, even though I could never bury it 100%. Her libido matched mine almost exactly, and every Monday-Thursday we spent the night together, and fucked between once and three times each night or the next morning. Also, we orally pleasured each other almost constantly. "I've had more orgasms in the last two months than in my previous life," Jen remarked after one night when I gave her three fucks and three tongue-inducing orgasms. 

The surprise that she ordered on line was the best thing ever once she got past her seventh month and really started getting big. It was a wedge-shaped firm pillow. When she was sitting on her large ass with her back against the pillow and her legs spread wide she was in the perfect preggo-fucking position, especially since my cock would normally be too large for her ever shrinking (as the baby grew) love canal. Either with me laying on my back, or on my knees with my feet against a wall, she would assist me in penetrating her pussy with my cock and we would wiggle and slide to euphoria.

Another favorite position was her standing on a platform with her hands against the wall while I poked her from behind. Although after a few weeks I could only bury my cock about three quarters of the way, in this position I could easily manipulate her clit and she could stroke my balls as we fucked to nirvana.

It was probably only two months after I started sleeping with Jen that I realized that we weren't fucking - we truly were making love. I got through the weekends with June by thinking about the up-coming week with Jen, and taking out animalistic aggression on June when I fucked her. Jen had turned me into a sex machine, and I fucked June hard three times every weekend, and the harder I fucked her the more she seemed to like it.

*************** 

As I went with June to a James Bond movie on a Saturday night about two weeks before Jen was due, as I once again expressed incredulity at the action on the screen, I thought back upon the serendipity of my own real life. How unbelievable was it that Jack canceled on me for the Nationals game, June came to it for the only time in three years, Janice and Denise read her texts over her shoulder and were loyal enough to put me on to them, I saw Jen at the bus stop while just driving to work, Jen was pregnant, and that Jen was as hot for me as I was for her? I suddenly realized that - at least in my case - truth was stranger than fiction.

When after I ate out then fucked June to two orgasms the next Sunday morning she snuggled up to me.

"Brett - I was thinking - how about I do what you want and go off birth control and get in the family way?" she said with a big grin.

My mind probably worked faster in the second after that statement than at any other time in my life. I immediately settled on something that I had been debating for the last two plus months.

"Get in the family way with me or with Rob?" I asked June with a big smile on my face.

She turned ashen and fell back on the bed.

I stood up and started getting dressed as she seemed to be unable to speak.

"Actually, I plan on having a family soon - just not with you," I said as I pulled up my pants, still with a smile on my face, although now I'm sure that the smile had turned diabolical. "I'll get the divorce papers filed this coming week. Let me know whether to serve you at a hotel or at Rob's place, will you?" I said as I turned and left June on the bed still naked, gobsmacked, and quiet except for a small sob.

***************** 

I called Jen that Sunday as soon as I left my house. When I saw her I gave her a passionate kiss and then a massage. She was probably too big, and too close to delivering, to fuck. However, when I told her that I had left June, asked her to get divorced, and on bended knee asked her to marry me, after her tears of joy subsided she pulled off my pants and as I lay on my back, and somehow manipulated her pussy to take in essentially my entire cock - how I really don't know because the baby was really taking up the space.

I didn't move and just let her fuck me to orgasm. After we recovered we went out to find a condo to move to, and by Wednesday of the next week we were in our new home and both June and Jen's husband had been served with divorce papers.

After the delivery of Jen's - and soon to be "ours" since I planned on adopting her - seven pound three ounce baby girl, as she was breastfeeding her in the hospital Jen got this sultry look in her eye.

"What?" I chuckled when I saw it.

"I can't wait until I get pregnant with your kid," she laughed. "If you think that I had a high libido these last few months, just wait until then. Plus, by then I'll be stretched out a little more and you can bury the hog between your legs completely.

"Can't wait," I smiled as I tented my pants.

As Jen stared at my crotch she mumbled "I see a blowjob in your future as soon as I'm released from the hospital."



I Never Did That



{I will bet I have started this story no less than a dozen times, written myself into a corner and then began again.

I don't believe it either, so I will just write it the way it happened.

Not very erotic, the wife and I don't swing...well, not really.

I also changed some places and names, some of you guys snoop and my other attempts might have had a few of you wanting to swing by.} 

I dabble a little bit on the auctions sites to pick up some cash. No big deal there, that started out with some fishing poles and a few odds and ends around the house that my wife Debra and I share here on the Oregon coast.

Then I got an email from a warehouse salesman I knew way back, the warehouse he works for only sells stuff cases at a time, so they had some "dead" inventory.

Cheap! I mean, REAL cheap, like expensive items at scrap prices!

I know opportunity when I see it, but it meant going to Henderson to check this out.

Plus I don't have any money, my Social Security check is now $934.00 a month after the big raise we just got.

Debs, on the other hand has some. We agreed early on that what was hers was hers and what was mine was mine, so while it might sound odd, I had no clue at all how much she had.

So I told her about the deal, she thought for a minute and it hit her too.

"Ok, honey. Let's go, check it out. I will finance it if it looks OK, for 20% of the profits." She grinned at me.

Debs as I call her is a Registered Nurse Practitioner, I have written about her before so no need to go into a lot of detail other than to say she is one very uninhibited lady.

Geriatrics is her specialty, which means older folks.

Like me, now 68.

Sex to her is a part of being alive and healthy, so if she can help a client with any issues, to her it's a good thing.

That attitude has led to a few things happening that some folks might consider strange but to my wife, sex and fantasies about sex are normal.

Debs is 58, I think. It just struck me as I sit here that I am not sure about that. I know she looks way too young for me, far closer to mid forties now that the two of us have been going to a local gym.

At first that damn near killed me off, after the first session I was so sore I was miserable. Then I had a damn stroke, I wrote about that also so no reason to repeat it here.

I am healthy now, just under 200 pounds and probably in the best shape I have been in since I was in my forties myself.

Exercise seems to help the love muscle, that is something I can testify to.

Especially with my Debs now coming in at 128 pounds, down from the 155 when we met. She was a fox to me back then, now?

Damn!

Her new appearence even helps at the clinic, every old fart in the County wants to be on her client list.

That part is funny as hell, about half of them come in complaining about not being able to "perform" like they think they should, and Debra has no concerns at all about checking things out for them.

She told me with a giggle that give or take 3-4 times every single day she has some old coot with a hard on poking out at her in her office.

Debs can tell which ones really have concerns and which ones don't though. Plus she never does anything except when someone is really ill or there is a problem. In those cases it's a referral or down the hall to the little room, fill the cup.

Sometimes, not always even doing that is a problem, then in comes one of the nurses.

Yea, I know. You don't believe that? I don't care, that happened to me the very first time I was in that clinic. Olivia was the Nurse I was assigned to, after 20 minutes of effort she sent in some middle aged lady to help me, she had the sample and was back out the door before it even registered on me what was happening.

See? Here I go, off rambling again. 

Back to the story.

+++

Debs and I stayed at a hotel called the Venetian. Fancy place to look at, the room we had was nice but the air conditioning didn't work and we couldn't get the closet door open.

Then the safe was locked, it had these buttons on it and without the password we couldn't get it open.

Debs had $3000.00 in cash in her purse so we called the desk, not wanting to pack that around all at once.

Debs was in the shower when the service guy knocked, I let him in, not even thinking about it.

He looked to be around 30 or so, a middle east looking guy.

The guy used some kind of pass code and had the door to the tiny little safe open in seconds. He was explaining to me how to use it when Debs walked in from the bathroom section of our suite.

Naked as a jaybird.

"Oops!" She said, grinned and back into the bathroom she went but not before the guy got a good look.

He glanced at me, his face went a bit red, at least it looked that way to me. Hard to tell since his skin was a bit dark.

"Sorry. I guess I should have warned her." I managed.

"No problem, we see people like that in their rooms all the time." He then grinned like we had done it deliberately or something.

"Usually not that nice, though." He gave me an even bigger grin, then he left.

"I think that guy liked you!" I told Debs as soon as she came back out. She had a towel wrapped around herself this time.

"Yea, I heard him. See, honey? I still have it!" She bounced up and down on tiptoe which made her big boobs threaten to slip out from under the towel.

That stuff nearly always makes me react, and it did, so I reached out and grabbed the edge of the towel and tugged.

"Quit it, I want to get dressed and go downstairs." She scooted away from me.

45 minutes later she came back out, how in the hell it can take 45 minutes to pull on some panties, a bra and a dress is beyond me.

"Yow!" I exclaimed when I saw her.

Trace of makeup, her hair brushed out so much it was shiney, no way in hell was there any bra under the top of that dress! I know how big her boobs are and I could see most of them. It came to midway down her thighs, about as short as I ever saw her wear.

Not like the outfits we see the young girls wear in today's world, those often are barely above the crotch of their panties, but this outfit on Debs looked sexy as hell.

"You like?" She did a little spin.

"Yea." I groaned.

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, sweetie." She gave me a smirk.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Want me to flash this guy too?" Debra grinned.

"Let's don't and say we did." I told her, opening the door.

This one was a pretty 25-30 year old looking blond, she looked at me with a smile, then at Debs with an even bigger smile.

"You called about a closet door being stuck?" She asked.

I showed her the problem, she took a look at it.

"I don't think they built this place right, the whole thing is settling. Oh well, it gives me a job, I guess."

She did something to the track the door slid on, sprayed it with some kind of lube and worked it back and forth.

"Here is my direct number, call if it gives you any more trouble. Of it you...need anything?" The woman was looking at my wife when she said that.

"I think she liked you!" I told Debs with a laugh as soon as the woman left. 

Debra just grinned at me.

"Terry Harmon, maintenance." The card read. I stuck it in my wallet.

Just as I was going to ask Debs if she was ready, someone again knocked on the door.

"This place is turning into a freeway!" Debra mumbled and went back into the bathroom.

"Hi, I'm Jack Harmon, you called about the air conditioning?" A nice looking mid forties man stood there. He was about my size, slight balding with rugged features.

"Harmon? There was a blond lady just here that fixed the closet." I asked.

"Yea, that's Terry, my wife. She works here too." He grinned, and began fiddling with the air conditioner.

Debra came out of the bathroom with a hairbrush, the man looked over at her and gave her a long look up and down. Debra cocked her head, then smiled at his gaze. He glanced back at me, then began to fiddle with the cooler.

"I reset it, second time this week for this one. I don't think they built this place right." His wife had said exactly the same thing.

"I guess it makes for a job, then?" I couldn't help myself.

"Yep, that's for sure. Well, you are all fixed up. Say, don't miss the show in the lounge tonight, the band is great! Terry and I go in after work and listen ourselves." Jack was grinning Debra's way when he said that.

"Thanks, maybe we will." I showed him out.

"I think that guy liked you too!" I laughed at Debs who made a face.

We went downstairs and managed to lose a couple hundred bucks, then we found a cafe and ate.

Nothing much happened, there were people everywhere but most of them were dressed nicely so no one really noticed us.

Back in our room, Debra went to put her cash in the safe but it wouldn't open.

"Shit! Now what do we do? We have $2500 in there and the password doesn't work." She said.

"Call them up again." Debs went and rang for service.

"They said they would send someone right up. Hey, want me to flash the guy again?" She said with a smirk.

"If you want to." I laughed. The poor guy had gotten all red faced before when Debs came out naked, that was funny.

"OK. Watch this." She was giggling. I know my wife is naughty but she was being more naughty than normal, something about Vegas I guess.

She tugged her dress over her head, that was when I realized she didn't have any panties on either.

In fact, except for her shoes, Debs didn't have anything on at all.

Then she stepped out of her shoes.

I would have just gone over and jumped on her since now I was in the mood but the service guy was coming.

She reached into the closet and took out a white fuzzy robe, pulled it on but didn't tie it very snugly. Then she went and sat on the edge of the bed, crossed her legs underneath her and picked up the newspaper the hotel supplied.

Of course the lower portion gaped open, it left enough shadow that I could almost see her bare beaver that she keeps hairless now.

I shook my head, then went to answer the door when the knock came.

It wasn't the middle east guy, it was Jack.

"You guys are having a hell of a time, aren't you?" He came in and went to the safe. Debs was sitting there in plain sight but he didn't seem to notice.

It only took seconds and he had it open.

"Hmmm. Seems to work. Maybe you transposed a digit or something?" He asked when he came around the corner.

That was when he noticed Debra and the way she was sitting.

"Maybe I did, I will be more careful, sorry." She grinned up at him over the top of her newspaper.

Jack looked at her, I saw his eyes drop down and back up, then he smiled.

"Hey, Terry and I have a little sideline business, maybe you two would be interested?" He said, after a moment.

"And what is that?" Debs asked him, raising one eyebrow.

"We do what is called a tandem massage, both of you at once. It's nice and relaxing, we are both professionals. We would do that full time, but she gets plenty of business for herself, I don't."

"Being a guy and all." He added, suddenly looking slightly nervous.

"I see. You mean most prefer to hire a woman?"

"Well, yes. I prefer to work on women, I do men sometimes but...."

"Homosexuals?" Debra looked right at him, I could see she was enjoying the hell out of this.

"Well. Yes, I'm not...I mean....so I don't..."

"Massages aren't supposed to be sexual." Debs told him.

"Yes, I know, but. I mean...this is Las Vegas, so Terry has to put up with a lot." He answered.

This conversation was killing me, I was doing everything I could to not just break out laughing.

Here this guy was standing right in front of Debra, her robe was open at the crotch and her bare beaver was right on the edge of being on display and he was struggling to not look but losing every few seconds.

Debs looked over at me.

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?" She asked me.

I shrugged.

"Got a card?" Debs asked him. He reached in his pocket and handed her one.

"What time?" She asked him.

"We get off at 10, how about 11 PM?"

"OK." She told him.

"What did you just do?" I asked Debs the moment he left.

"What the heck, I haven't had a massage from anyone but July back home for at least five years." She grinned at me.

"No way am I going to let that guy touch me." I said.

"It's a tandem, that means his wife works on you and Jack works on me. It's probably going to get a bit naughty, is that all right?" Debs asked me.

I grinned. God do I love my wife!

We had two hours to kill since it was just after nine PM, so we went downstairs and lost a dab of money. That would have been worse but Debra hit a tripled triple bar thing that paid $360.

I was the king of the cherries, it seemed. I did try a penny machine but it took my $20 almost instantly, then I figured out it was 500 pennies.

Hell, why not just make it a $5 machine and be done with it?

Back upstairs, we cuddled on the bed and watched TV.

Then just before they were due to arrive, Debs and I hopped in the shower and scrubbed each other down.

I guess I was mildly nervous because I jumped a little bit when the knock came at the door.

They both had on blue jeans and a white T-shirt, Terry's hair still looked a little bit damp like they had both just showered. We were both in robes the hotel supplied.

They breezed in, in just a couple of minutes they had two tables set up side by side. They covered those with sheets, then produced two small soft towels.

"You can use these for a drape over your fanny." Terry told us. I looked, the thing would cover our behinds but that was all.

Which meant Debs would be topless?

I looked at her.

She looked at me.

Then they both stepped into the bathroom to wash up while we got ourselves situated.

I looked at Debs again, she looked back at me. We both shrugged and got up on the table. I reached back and tugged the small drape over my bare behind as Debs did the same.

Debs and I have both had lots of rubdowns, her friend named July comes over to our house at least twice a month.

This one started out just like every one we ever had except with July we are always nude.

There is a certain fascination with watching your mate being worked on in a bit on the intimate side setting. I watched as Jack rubbed my wife's legs, he stopped short of the towel each time though.

Terry was doing the same to me, it felt pretty good but she also stopped just short of the edge of the towel.

Then it was up and over our backs, those long delicious strokes that can put a person into dream land.

A couple of times when Terry reached out to complete a stroke her breasts brushed my back, it was clear she had no bra on.

Jack was taller so he could reach Debs rather easily, and by the time they asked us to turn over nothing out of the ordinary had happened other than both of them were very good.

Debs looked at me with a smirk as she turned over, the towel covered her from the waist down so her big boobs were going to be bare.

I did notice her face was slightly red.

Then I saw that Jack had a strip of cloth he got from his carry bag, and as Debs rolled to her back he expertly tugged it over her breasts at the same time.

I was almost dissapointed.

This time they both began with our shoulders, Terry didn't seem to mind rubbing my chest. I do like that and like most men, my nipples are as sensitive as any female's.

I could see Jack out of the corner of my eye, he was being respectful and his hands were stopping at the top of the small strip of cloth he had used over her breasts.

Just as it popped into my head that there was no need to worry about anything happening in Vegas, Jack leaned down and said something to her.

"Sure, no problem. I'm not bashful." Debs answered.

With that, Jack slipped the breast drape off and folded it up, dropping it in his carry case. He turned back and began to massage Debra's big breasts, using both hands on each one, alternating.

I turned my head to watch, noticing he didn't touch her nipples at all. After a few minutes of that, he switched to her stomach and began some clockwise circles.

I realized by now that Terry was doing the same thing to me, I was so engrossed in what Jack was doing that I nearly spaced out the fact that I had a very pretty female's hands on me.

Then Terry's hand dragged slowly across where my pubic hair would be, if I had any. Debs arranged for me to get myself waxed months before, I have that story posted here also.

"Is this all right?" Terry asked me in a soft voice.

I nodded, in short order she was swinging her hand so far down that if I had a full erection, there would be no way to avoid it.

Just as I felt myself begin to react, Terry switched to the front of my legs. Her hands were slick and going very high, I felt her lightly brush my testicles several times.

That tickled a little bit and I came fully erect. The end of my cock poked out above the top of the towel, Terry reached down and tugged it back up.

She smiled when I glanced up at her.

Lord.

I could see that Jack was doing the same thing to Debra, she had a familiar expression on her face, her eyes closed. I turned my head, Jack was very close but not actually touching her and her nipples had flattened out like they do when she is excited.

Then the session was done. That was almost startling, I mean, I was thinking...?

Hell, I don't know what I was thinking.

They again stepped into the bathroom as we both got back into our robes.

Debs paid them when they came back out, Jack told us that if we wanted another massage to call any time.

Just as they were leaving, Jack stopped at the door and grinned at me.

"We have to be careful, this State is tough on those of us in the profession." I glanced at Terry, she winked at me, then they left.

"Well, that wasn't very sexy or kinky but it sure was a damn good massage!" Debs said, stretching her arms over her head.

"Your titties were bare, that guy was..rubbing them?" I said.

"No big deal, I am sure he has done that before with others." Debs shrugged.

I nodded, we went to bed and both of us slept like a log. One would think we would have gotten it on all over the hotel room but we were both now exhausted.

+++

We met Max, the salesman at the warehouse a few miles outside of town.

That was interesting, we first were driving along looking at brown nothing, then over a small rise there were rows and rows of metal buildings, no signs on any of them.

Inside were stacks and stack of cardboard boxes, just part numbers on them.

I knew what some of those part numbers were, I had had them in my hands years before.

That took some time, I was grabbing everything I recognized.

"$106,632.00," Max totaled it up and looked at me.

I blinked. Guess I got greedy.

"I....Uhhh...." I began, giving Debs a sidelong glance.

She pulled out her checkbook.

Man.

"OK. The truck will be here at 3 PM, come on out and I will help you load." Max grinned.

"Load?" I asked.

"Yea, at these prices the boss won't pay for any crew." Max said.

Great.

It was just after 6 PM when we finished, like a trooper Debra jumped right in and helped, so did Max. Those cartons weighed close to 80 pounds each and we had to stack the truck six rows high.

I am 68 years old.

By the time we got back to the hotel after Max took us out for a nice dinner, I was ready for someone to give the the last rites.

"Why don't I call that Jack and Terry couple, see if we get lucky?" Debs asked when she saw me groaning in our room.

"Lucky?" I asked.

"I mean, lucky in that maybe they are available." Debra giggled at me, as she rubbed my shoulders.

"Oh. OK."

I guess we were lucky, Terry answered and said they would be right over. In fact, they were there so fast we didn't even have time to shower, so we did that while they were setting up.




I Never Did That



The screaming hot water helped a lot, by the time we dried off and tugged on our robes I felt a lot better.

Stretched out on our tummies, just like before, it wasn't long before I was drifting off into dreamland. The first half hour I almost don't remember, I do remember being nudged to turn over.

"Is this OK?" I came alert as Terry asked me that. I was dreaming that Debs had her hands on my cock, for some reason she was doing it differently?

It wasn't Debra.

I looked over at her, she was lying on her back, the towel over her lower body. She was looking right at me, her breasts were bare, her nipples doing that flattening out thing they do when she gets excited. Terry had tugged the towel down partially, one hand was wrapped around my hard as a rock erection.

Jack had one hand on Debra's belly, doing slow circles. The other hand was kneading the flesh on the side of her breast.

Debs got a huge smile on her face, winked at me.

"What happens in Vegas....?" I said.

"OK, then." Debs lay back with a sigh.

I have to say here that I probably should have expected things to go that way, after all that was said and done. Jack's comments, the tiny little hints, of course.

So I lay there and watched as Jack used his hands, his slick fingers to stroke and manipulate my wife, while his wife rather expertly did the same to me.

At one point Jack was at the foot of the table and Debra was now naked, her legs open as Jack flicked his thumbs upward and over her loins.

I should have felt jealousy, anger, something, I suppose. Some man I barely knew was looking at, touching my wife's privates while his own wife was stroking me?

Instead, it was beautiful if that makes sense.

My own orgasm came, it was powerful and the surprise was that Terry kept on. Within minutes she was building me to another even more crashing climax.

I heard Debra call out quietly.

"Danny. Oh God, Danny." Were her words.

But it wasn't me touching her. As I watched, her hips came up and she held herself there, her stomach muscles rippling.

Finally that was over, Terry was using her fingertips to flutter across my body, Jack was doing the same to my Debs. Then they both produced large towels and covered us, tucking them in snugly.

There was some simple conversation as the couple gathered their things, Debs paid them and they left.

"How do you feel, Honey?" She asked me after we were alone.

"Fine, I guess." I answered.

"I mean about what just happened?"

"I don't know. I don't feel upset. I never saw that before, not with...you know..someone else?"

"I never did it before, either. Not with a man, anyway. Well, except when I was married, and with you. Plus with some boyfriends way back."

"So what do YOU feel?" I asked her. She was snuggled up tightly to me now.

"I don't know, really. It was naughty and exciting, then when I got off? All I could think of was you." She buried her face in my neck.

"I saw that, too." Debs added.

"Saw what?" I smiled at her, I had seen her look my way as Terry was doing her thing.

"God, she made you shoot a good two feet in the air!" Debs giggled.

"Boy, we sure are a couple of nasty, kinky old folks, aren't we?" I rubbed her behind, getting a purr from her.

Once again, we both slept like a log. Debra's hand lay gently on my crotch. That felt comforting, it was almost like she did that to claim me.

+++

The next morning while waiting for the time to get in the taxi, we were sitting side by side taking turns pushing the button on a dollar machine.

Debra's money, not mine since it was $2 for every push of that button.

It had something about strikes and triples on it, they never seemed to ever match but sometimes it paid $12, sometimes $36 even though the win looked to be the same.

Debs had on a kind of low cut top and I was peeking down the front of it along with teasing her by trying to run my hand up her leg when I thought no one was looking.

The machine suddenly stopped.

Then it began to make a dinging sound.

Three blue seven's had landed and two of them were triples!

Some floor workers came by and paid us the $1800.00 we had just won, that was neat.

We then had to get in the cab so we didn't have time to lose it all back, that was neat, too.

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, honey." I whispered in her ear when we were in the air.

"But can I write the story?" I added.

"Sure, if you want to."

+++

Less than a week later, everything fit in our garage. Of course now we had to park Debra's car outside.

By the time we got it all moved inside I was feeling about like I did when we loaded the truck back in Vegas.

"Want me to call July?" Debs asked me.

"Sure, we could both use a session." I told her.

July is always fun, and since she is a close friend what she does is almost...normal? Some might think we should not be doing that, being married and all.

July took care of me, then she took care of Debs like always.

I had an urge to go in and watch but I didn't, instead I sat and read my paper.

Later, the three of us sat around our living room, sipping some wine and chatting. Debra told July about what happened in Vegas, July grinned at that.

"You mean with a guy?" She asked.

"Yes. I never did that before, not like that." Debra laughed.

"Was he cute?" July asked with a titter.

"Yes, they both were. I guess Danny found Terry cute."

I just grinned, I know when to keep my mouth shut.

"So what happens when Danny here sells off all of that stuff?" July was really grinning now.

"I guess we will just have to go right back to Las Vegas and buy some more!" Debs winked at me.

"I will get right on that!" I laughed.

I figure I will be about 75 by then, our garage is sort of full.



I Never Do



If you're looking for a novel, this isn't it! Pure stroke fiction, and a short one at that. You've been warned!

*

His cock felt too big, too hot. It was stretching me open, invading my pussy in a way that made me feel so violated, so controlled. I was panting, trying to adjust to the intrusion, even as he started to fuck me with long brutal thrusts. My grip on the rail tightened til my knuckles were white, my pussy spasming as I tried to accommodate his girth. Oh god, why was this happening again?

It was late at night, because that's the only time I ever saw him. Maybe he knew where I shopped, or maybe it really was random, I don't know. He was just there, his scent making my nipples hard before I even realized he was behind me. His hand had slid down my arm before tightening around my wrist, taking my shopping basket and setting it aside before leading me towards the back of the store. 

I didn't resist. 

I never do.

I gave a quiet moan as a particularly hard thrust had me rising to my toes, his cock brushing against my cervix with every stroke We were on the loading dock, the emergency exit he'd pushed me through right behind us, the door propped open. My skirt was bunched around my waist, my panties muffling the noises I made as he fucked me.

I remember the first time. Standing in the bus shelter, knowing he was staring at me, too afraid to leave the little island of light its meager glow provided. I kept waiting, hoping the bus would arrive, hoping he wouldn't come any closer. The bus didn't arrive, or maybe I just didn't notice because he had his hand down my pants, his finger pressed against my clit as I came for him. He'd stifled my cries with a gloved hand, holding me against the wall of the shelter so I could see his face reflected in the glass, his fierce expression as he took me. Later, I would masturbate with a leather glove pressed against my mouth, the smell and taste of it bringing back the fear and ecstasy that I'd felt in that moment.

His hands shifted from my hips and roughly pulled my shirt and bra down, pinning the fabric under my tits so they were thrust upwards. I whimpered, the cold making my nipples ache, and I wished he would touch them, warm them with his skin. Instead he wrapped one arm around my waist, the other fisting in my hair so he could arch me back, the new angle allowing his cock to drive even deeper. I felt displayed, my tits swinging with every thrust, my pussy spread around his thick cock.

The second time he hadn't let me come. I'd been so desperate, trying to beg him wordlessly with my eyes, my mouth wrapped around his cock as he gagged me with it. That time I'd seen him coming towards me, known what was going to happen. I could have run. I never do.

The security guard walked around the corner just as I started coming. I could feel my wetness running down my legs, my pussy spasming around the hard cock inside me, and I felt helpless as he kept fucking me, his thrusts, if anything, harder. I moaned, knowing he was about to come, and closed my eyes, not wanting to see the guard's face as I came once more, the feel of his orgasm deep inside me prompting my own. 

I kept my grip on the railing, my body sagging slightly as he withdrew, leaving me feeling empty and cold.

"You want a turn?" said a voice behind me, and I flinched as I realized this was the first time I'd heard him speak.

My eyes flew open, focused on the guard's. His expression shifted, and his eyes looked me up and down, taking in my panty-gagged mouth, hardened nipples, and puffy, slick cunt. I felt the hand in my hair tighten, twisting slightly so I was forced onto my toes, and I whimpered, knowing how I must look.

The guard met my gaze again, and grinned. He stepped forward, his hand already going for his belt buckle. I closed my eyes again, and didn't resist.

I never do.



I Never Expected This



I recently started a new job and I was a bundle of nerves. I was with my last company for over 15 years and I didn't how well I would do on interviews since it has been a long time since I did any interviews. The interview went well and was actually called back for a second one and that's when I first set my eyes on Jim. He looked like a street wise black dude that may have that "black boy" attitude but had a cute smile and was build like a black God. I'm just a little 5'3" tall white girl, very fair with red hair, freckles and blue/green/gray eyes. He was working with a client when I came in and I was taken by his over-all appearance and look. It was early summer so he was wearing a pair of white slacks with a purple shirt with the top button open exposing a very attractive silver chain and like those big heavy-ass gold chains that they are known to wear.

Sitting in the waiting area, I got myself a good look at him and I actually found myself getting a little damp in the panties but thought I better stop thinking like that because he probably has a girl or several girls or is married and I wouldn't have a chance with him. I actually had the opposite outfit on with a pair of purple slacks and a white blouse with silver chain that was given to me by one of my bosses from my last job for a job well done on a project that I worked on for a half of year and many miles traveled from here in New Jersey and the west coast.

Jim stepped out of his office and saw me and asked me if I needed help and I told him was was there to see Marie for my second interview and he told me that he would let her know and mentioned that usually when she calls for a second interview you can always bank on getting hired. Good luck he told me and winked and my heart started to pound outside my chest. Within five minutes, Marie was out and brought me into her office. We sat down and we talked and she told me she was very impressed with my resume and my work history and would love me to start as soon as I could. I told her that I could start as early as the following week and had already scheduled a few doctor appointments while I was out of work and she told me that wasn't any issue that we can always work around that. We discussed my duties and my salary and she actually offered me $ 25,000 more than I was asking. 

We walked out of her office and towards Jim's office and she knocked on his door. I was melting inside but didn't want to show it to her or him that I was getting all excited. As Jim approached the door and opened it, I could see a smile come across his face. Marie introduced us and told Jim that I am his new assistant and I almost hit the floor. Jim extended his large black hand to my little white one and congratulated me and said he was looking forward to working with me.

Our first assignment was going to Las Vegas of all places; somewhere I have always wanted to go but never have. I play the slots in Atlantic City and have been dying to go to Vegas. She went over all the plans for our trip and said we would be going in two weeks, so my first week there we would be doing a very heavy work schedule and maybe working some late nights and Jim said he was good with all of that and I told her it was with me also. When we were leaving Jim's office, Marie got called away for a minute and he handed me his card with his personal cell number on it and told me to call him and maybe we can meet up and go over things this weekend coming up if I wanted and I said I would. He told me to call after 6 because he would be home and we can work out a dinner night to meet. 

Marie came back and presented me with two sets of keys; one set for the office I will be sharing with Jim along with the keys to the cabinets and a car key for the company car I'm being issued. I never knew all of this came with the position and I'm in shock. Working with Jim will be great but I have to be a professional and remember that he is my boss and to mind my manners and not to do anything stupid to make me look foolish. We shook hands and Jim offered to show me where my car was. 

We walked out into the parking lot and my car was parked right next to his. He has a Ford Explorer and I had the Nissan Rouge. We talked for a bit and looked into the car and he showed me the special features they had put in it like a blue tooth is hooked up for use for my company cell which he handed to me and my own personal and just change the phone being used by a button on the radio. He told me that the job is stressful at times, but we get to have dinners out a lot if we are working late and stay at five-star hotels when we are away. We get an expense account while we are away and we make out really well. I thought I was in a dream because I never expected the position to be some rewarding and have such perks. He told me to call him the next night set up something and I promised I would as he walked me to my car.

I watched him go back into the building and I was gasping for my breathe thinking that this all so awesome. I knew I had to make an appointment at the hairdresser to get my hair colored and cut, manicure and pedicure and the works. My credit cards were paid in full so I was out to buy myself a new wardrobe and suitcases in the up-coming days. I kept thinking about Jim and getting myself all excited that I started to play with my clit and was getting close to exploding.

The next day I was up and called my hairdresser to see when he could see me and he said he could fit me in that afternoon early so I took the appointment and got the works. I even had time to stop at the mall to pick out a new outfit for my dinner with Jim. As I picked up my take out, I gave Jim the call about 6 and I was so nervous. He told me he was waiting all day for me to call. He would have called me but he had a busy morning into the early afternoon. We made our date for that Saturday night he told me that he would pick me up and make all the arrangements. He would pick me up at 6 for our 7 o'clock dinner. I told him I was looking forward to it.

Two days until Saturday seemed like a hundred years and I was getting myself excited but knew I had to be professional and not to try to send him signals that I wasn't sure he would be interested in getting. I was so excited because I bought a new outfit that was purple and white because that was the colors we were wearing when we first met. I took a nice long nap and following a nice hot bath and was day dreaming about Jim and playing with myself. I kept wondering if he was going to be tough on me at work, if he noticed that I was looking at hit or it was going to be just an all work dinner and no small talk. 

Six o'clock came and there was a knock on my townhouse door. I went to the door and there stood Jim holding purple and white roses and he told me that these were for me as a good luck and welcome to the company. I asked him in and I thanked him for the beautiful flowers as I found a vase to put them in. I gave him a little tour of the place and he told me I had wonderful decorations in the place and I had excellent taste and I thanked him.

We were off in about 15 minutes and we went out to his car. As he let me in and then went around to the driver's side. He told me that we would be dining at a steak house that his buddy from college owns and they have a band there later on playing soft soul and jazz if I would be interested in staying. I told him I would love to and I loved steak. We got there in about 10 minutes and it was a beautiful little place. We got inside and his friend greeted us and sat us at a special table that had a "reserved" sign on it. He asked me what I wanted to drink so I ordered a vodka and cranberry with lime and Jim ordered the same. He told me on hot summer days he likes cold bottles of Bud with JD shots and I told him I did too. He said that's what we will have come summer then.

Our drinks came and he made a toast to congratulate me and welcomed me to the company and is looking forward to working together with me. We clinked our glasses and drank our first sips of our drinks. He told me that he will be treating me like a person and not like a work horse. He said we a usually pretty busy, but we take lunch breaks and other little ones during the day as we need them. He gets his own coffee as we have our own pot in our office and won't treat me like a slave. He said that isn't part of my job to do that I told him that I wouldn't mind if he asked me to as I am so used to be doing that.

The menu was great and everything looked so delicious. Jim suggested the sirloin steak with the baked potato (regular or sweet) with the mixed veggies and the side of the shrimp. Sounded good to me so we both ordered it when the waiter came by. We talked about the job in about 15 minute while having our drink and we started talking about our personal lives.

I told him where I was born and lived and went to school and he told me the same and talked about our previous jobs and then he asked me if I was married or dating anyone. I told him I wasn't married or dating anyone right now. I told him I was engaged to this guy a few years ago, but he decided to run off with his sister's friend who he has been admiring for years and she finally gave into him one night and they had unprotected sex and she got pregnant. He pleaded with me to forgive him but I couldn't so I've been playing it single since. I wasn't sure if I should ask him about the same and he told me that he was single, but he did have an adopted son. His older sister got into drugs and drink and got pregnant and had the baby but didn't have the money to raise him. He offered to adopt and raise him and she said she couldn't live with the fact that she gave her baby away and took her life. She was only 21. How sad I told him, but I told him that he did a very loving thing to take his nephew in as his son and he said that his son knows the story now and is proud to call Jim his dad.

The dinner was great and the band after dinner was wonderful. It has been a long time since I heard a good band. We danced a few times and it felt really nice to be so close to him and had to just keep reminding myself that I have to behave. We left about 1 o'clock and we were driving back to my place and he pulled over. He told me that he can't wait until we start working together away from the office on our trips. He told me he was attracted to me but didn't know if me, being white would ever date a black guy. I told him that I never had a black boyfriend, but I have always found black men very together and sexy. He asked him if I would ever go out with him and asked me if I was attracted to him. I told him that I would and I was but I was trying to act professional and cool about how I was feeling and the next thing I knew it we were making out and touching each other. We stopped and I asked him to please to come back to my place so we could be comfortable.

We made it back in no-time flat and couldn't hit my bedroom fast enough. We were facing each others naked bodies and couldn't keep our hands off each other. I couldn't wait to get his cock in my mouth and suck it and his balls. I sucked and I slicked and I was going down on him and enjoying every minute. He stopped me long enough to tell me that he wanted to eat me out and then fuck me. I was in my glory has his pink tongue teased my clit and then he sucked and licked and then we got into the 69 position and we were like two animals. We stopped he laid me across my king sized bed and slowly at first eased him huge black cock inside my freshly waxed pussy. He was slow at first and then picked up speed and we were at it hot and heavy and I could feel him hit my spot every time. I could feel him getting larger and he flipped me over on my fours and then doggy style fucking took over. He pounded into me as his black balls slapped the back of my big white ass and I could feel him swelling inside me. He pulled out and asked me if he could fuck me in the ass and I told him I never did that before and he said he would be careful not to hurt me.

With his cock pumping inside my ass and my big white titties getting grabbed and squeezed I was screaming "Fuck me harder with you big black cock, fuck me, oooh yeah, fuck me". He called me a white cocksucker and told me that I was the best fuck he ever had. As he was ready to come I told him to let me have it all over my face and titties and I wanted to taste him. He shot a load all over me and then down my throat. He was also the best fuck I have ever had.

He said the night and we made love twice in the morning. I made us coffee and breakfast after we showered and then we fucked again. He had to leave about 3 but he promise to call me that night. We talked for hours and played with ourselves and said we would meet again before I starting my new position. We saw each other every night when he got out of work as he came to my place and we fucked our brains out.

My first day came and I was all a panic as I was hoping that we would be able to behave at work and not make it so obvious that we are into each other and that we have fucked. We worked so closely every day and on occasion had dinner with Marie and after she left, we would go back to my place and fuck and suck. Our first trip together was just a few days away and I was crazy about him. I never expected this to happen to me that I would get a great job with wonderful pay and perks and be able to be happy with this black man as my fucker and lover.

Three years have passed since I started my new job and I was promoted twice, got over $ 50,000 in raises, a new car and someone that was making me his wife. We announced our involvement to everyone and they were so happy for us. They threw us an party and we got such beautiful gifts. We are moving into a house that Jim surprised me with the blueprints for it for my last birthday two weeks ago. We are getting married this summer in The Hamptons and we have over 200 guest attending.

I've never been so happy in my entire life and having a great job and husband is the reason. I look forward to my life with Jim and many more years with the company that has brought Jim to my life. Jim, I love you now and I always will.



I Never Get Away with Anything



I think maybe it is true that no bad deed goes unpunished. I'm pretty sure I was breaking a few commandments and a deadly sin or two that night. I can lay claim to the sin of sloth at least. I had a sink full of dishes and a carpet that was desperate for a vacuum.

So what was I doing? You got it. I was writing.

I was drinking to. That was supposed to help me get off my ass and tackle the dishes. But I had to go and try and start a new story while I had that last smoke. Eight cigarettes later I was still writing.

And by the way vodka and orange wine cooler is a horribly disgusting combination. It was all I had in the house to use as a mixer and it was way too cold to run to the store.

I was actually even getting stoned. That's something I hadn't done in long years. Neither the bag nor the one hit was mine. It was "sleeping" over at my house because my friend ran out of time to stop back home and he didn't want any of that stuff on him at work.

I honestly really did mean to just clean some for him as he'd asked. But I've never been very good at resisting temptation.

So that was what I was doing when I heard the soft knock on my door. And then I got flustered and stupid. I hadn't heard the outer door buzz so I just assumed it was the older lady from next door. She can't seem to figure out her new alarm clock so two or three nights a week she taps timidly on my door and begs me to set it for her.

I just hopped off the bed and darted for the front door. I was smart enough to close my bedroom door behind me and for once I was actually dressed to greet company in shorts and a tank top.

Except it wasn't Saphira.

Oh shit. It was that wickedly delicious guy from the building next door. The one with the bedroom/bathroom floor plan identical to mine. That would explain the no buzzer thing. The front door key opened both building doors.

He was holding my glove in one hand. And that would explain the reason for the visit. He must have seen me drop it. Well boring whoop I mock sulked. Like anything ever gets interesting in my world.

Right around then was when things started spinning into insanity. Note to my self never whine about life not being interesting. The end results rarely work to well for me. Usually I end up battered and bruised and some degree of blooded.

His eyes flashed up to meet mine and the relaxed stance instantly dissolved. "Wow, he has got really green eyes." I remember thinking and then realized that the apartment reeked of pot. And I'd only had two hits!

"Miss, I'm gonna have to ask you to step away from the door and back into the apartment. Please keep your hands where I can see them!"

Huh? What the...when I looked back at him he was dropped down into a very professional looking shooters stance, pointing a gun straight at me.

Oh shit, fuck me sideways. I am so totally screwed here. This is really, really bad! I've never even had a parking ticket and now I'm gonna be hauled off to jail for drug possession. My mom is gonna kill me!

I backed meekly down my short hallway and well into the living room. He followed me, and his nose, and flicked open my bedroom door, his eyes pinned on me. I wondered where the second gun had come from. I'd never seen him draw it. He gave the room a fast, encompassing glance, then pulled it back shut.

There wasn't much to see in the room. Just a few dressers and maybe half a dozen book cases. I had a pile of clothes waiting for tomorrow's laundry date.

And then there was this really big bed covered in pale blue flannel sheets with a half dozen pillows scattered about and a hundred year old family quilt kicked to the foot.

And sitting solidly mid center of that bed was a page of green paper full of half cleaned weed.

He stepped away from the bedroom door more fully into the living room.

"No one else here?"

"No, just me Sir."

"Expecting any one?

"Not until late morning."

"You sell that shit?"

"Oh god no, I rarely even do it. It's not even mine! And I know you've heard that a million times and I'm not gonna tell you whose it is so you might as well haul me off to jail."

Oh yeah, this night was just getting better and better. I wasn't going to get my friend in trouble. I was the one this cop had caught. If you're gonna do something stupid you better be adult enough to accept the consequences. I was and I would.

He laughed softly. And suddenly my bad shit radar kicked in HARD.

I couldn't decide why. He still hadn't put either gun away. But they weren't pointing at my chest anymore. And yet I was getting so freaked out I was about ready to dive out my third floor window.

Suddenly, both guns were gone. I blinked. Whoa, hey cool. That was really, really fast. I hadn't seen a thing. They were just gone.

Oh bad thing. Suddenly he was standing about a foot in front of me. This is probably the part where I get hand cuffed and read my rights.

"You-are a cop, right?"

He smirked at me lazily. "Oh yeah, I am a cop. Wanna see my badge? Or maybe my hand cuffs?"

Oh fuck this. If I'm screwed then I'm screwed. But the Irish heathen bitch part of me was hell bent that she wasn't gonna stand around and meekly accept being taunted by this cop.

And one of these days I'm getting my hands around her neck and I'll choke the life out of that psychotic mouthy slut!

I kicked him in the shins.

There didn't seem any reason to even try to run so I just waited from him to slap the cuffs on.

Instead the room whirled and twirled and I slammed up against the wall so hard my head bounced and lights exploded. Fuck. The cop just body slammed me.

I had a brief dazed instant to think this is probably a really not good thing for me and then he was wrapping one hand around my throat, cutting off most of my air supply. The other tangled itself brutally in my waist length curls and yanked my head back hard.

Ouch,and more stars and explosions.

"You're not running the show any more you teasing little bitch!" He snarled.

"What?" I whimpered.

"Keeping your shades always open. And those thongs and the tiny little tank tops you wear. Think it's cute the way you tease me, don't you? You know I'm looking. You know I see you!"

Oh great. He was gonna add my peeping Tom tendencies onto the criminal charges. He always had his shades open to! I wasn't the only pervert here.

"You always looked back!" I whined sullenly.

Ouch, ouch, ouch, wrong choice of words.

"Stop bouncing my head off the fucking wall!" I spat, trying to kick him but he was standing too close. "You're gonna be carrying me down to your squad car and so help me the minute I regain consciousness I'll start screaming police brutality!"

He shot me a tight, mean little smile.

Oh fuck me sideways.

"Not taking you out to a squad car. I'm off duty now."

Oh this wasn't going to be good. At least not for me. Maybe I could just make him have to shoot me. I had a feeling that when all was said and done I might rather go with the shoot me option.

How does this stuff keep happening to me? It was like innocent, innocuous and normal just have this twisted passion to mutate and go all to hell when they get around me. Usually it's not really even my fault. I ended up in the middle of a gang war because of my baby sister. And my best friend suddenly got a mouth and a backbone that she directed at a half dozen street punks who'd been following us. That was something to write about. We ran about a mile jumping over massive cement planters and people sitting on the curb. And then my dad's guards almost shot us when we bolted screaming into his bank. I'm still collecting feedback on that little escapade.

So as usual, what should have happened went all to hell. I would have been better off if he'd just arrested me. Probably been better off even if he'd decided to shoot me.

I think he really did come over with just my glove and no "evil" intentions. I think he meant to try and use that opening to ask me out or something. But then he smelled the pot and everything changed. He could have just let me off with a warning. He could have hauled me off to jail.

But like I said at the start of this, I am beginning to really believe that all bad deeds eventually gather punishment. And lust is one of the seven deadly sins, right? So my deliberately fostering it in him was a bad thing for me to have done.

Because I have been teasing him with those window semi dressed peepshows for about a year now. And he just saw a way to shift all the power to his side.

He smiled down at me lazily. "Didn't know I was a cop, huh?" He drawled.

Well DUH! Even I'm not stupid enough to tease a cop. 

He'd relaxed the hand gripping my throat, and the one tangled in my hair had changed to sliding sensually through my thick mass of curls.

"This is fucking delicious!" He rasped suddenly. "You're trying so hard to find a way out, to get the upper hand back. You're not gonna win this one. It's just perfect. I couldn't have planned anything this perfect. Just face it baby. I win!"

"I didn't mean any of it!" I yelped. "Not in bad ways! I was just having some fun, playing around..."

Oh God. He hadn't liked that last comment.

Suddenly the room was whirling and twirling again and I was being body slammed down on the twin bed I use in place of a real couch. 

"I see. So you were just cock teasing me?"

And what the hell sort of answer was I supposed to give to that question? Because there was no way, no way in hell I was gonna say yes to that!

So I did the only other thing that sprung to mind. I kneed him in the balls as hard as I could.

If you ever meet that crazy Irish bitch with her stupid temper and suicidal ways, have mercy on me. Please shoot her.

Then I rolled off the bed and started crawling frantically for the door. I had problems though. I was dressed in shorts and a tank top and it was 3 degrees out. And I had no idea where the hell my house keys were.

"Ah fuck me sideways." I whimpered dejectedly and curled up against the door, watching him come for me. He didn't look very happy. Of course I'd connected pretty damn solidly. Another note to self, if you're gonna knee a man in the balls, make damn sure you're in a position to get way far the hell away. For at least like a year.

"Oh you're really going to pay for that." He snarled, leaning down to drag me roughly upright.

Kinda what I figured. I should have just tried to get him to arrest me. My mom would yell my eardrums bloody and guilt trip me for a month of birthdays. But she's not big enough to hurt me and she's never done violence on me. He was, and he looked like he was just dying to.

He shoved me ahead of him into my bedroom, then tossed me onto the bed.

"Get your clothes off, assuming you like them and don't want to see them torn off." He snapped, pulling his shirt over his head then dropping his hands down to start on the buttons of his Levis.

He was standing right in front of the door. And my bedroom window pretty much took an act of God to pry open even an inch. I didn't have any place to go.

"Please! Can we talk about this?"

He gave me a snide, nasty smile. Right about now he looked at least as crazy as my dangerous Irish bitch side. So I was guessing the talking option would fizzle.

"Sure we can." He growled, kicking his boots off and yanking his jeans down. "I'm gonna fuck you. You're gonna get fucked."

So much for negotiating.

What the hell was I supposed to do now? What could I do? I didn't even know where my cell phone was and I rather doubted he'd wait patiently as I tried to dial.

He crawled up the bed towards me. God. He was so big. I'm not some little five foot two, eyes of blue pocket Venus. I'm 5'7" and I honestly do know how to fight. Back in my twenties, my group of friends included some guys from a semi professional wrestling company. They taught me a lot of things. I can actually flip a three hundred pound guy. At least half the time. Sometimes the whole thing messed up mid way and I got squashed.

But he was just so damn big. And I was flat on my back. And he was a cop.

"You're a cop." I whimpered helplessly.

That was the wrong thing to say.

"I'm a good cop to." He hissed. "But a year! You've been doing this to me for a year. Day I was moving in you darted off this bed in a thong. I dropped a fucking load of shelving on my brother's head! He's still bitching and moaning about it!"

"Sorry." I whimpered. "I didn't know you were there. I was hot."

"You have about ten seconds to get naked. Then I start ripping your clothes off. This is happening. I'm pretty sure I can get away with it but right now I can't find any brain cells that still care about if I will or won't."

He was crouched over me. I had wanted him, lusted for him, from that first day. I had turned back, almost out the door, when I heard the crash and the male cursing that day.

And he was standing there, staring out his window, eyes so hot my skin burned.

He was so fucking sexy.

I like tall men, and he was about 6'4". And big; long, well used muscles in his arms and chest and shoulders. He actually had a six pack belly. I'd always thought that was just a romantic, sexual fantasy.

I wondered is it rape if I really have been asking for it? I was too shy to ever even try and talk to him. I guess I was trying to push his buttons. And obviously I had.

Gods above and below, this was pushing my buttons.

"Are you still gonna arrest me...if I do what you want?" I whispered, stalling for time.

He snarled at me, and yanked my tank up and over my head, then flipped me easily onto hands and knees and dragged my shorts down and off.

I wasn't wearing either a bra or panties, and those two moves left me sprawled out and open. And totally nude.

He didn't bother to answer me either, just yanked my thighs wider and suddenly slammed a cock that felt as thick as a baseball bat balls deep.

I yowled in shock at that, and tried to lunge forward, but he growled, low and feral, and wrapped a muscled arm around my belly and jerked me back tight up against him.

Good thing probably, because I would have hit the window in front of me and likely knocked myself unconscious.

"Don't you ever try to get away from me when I'm fucking you." He hissed, and then he dropped his face into the curve of my shoulder and bit hard and serious into my throat.

That made me scream, and start to cum so hard that I once again did try to get away from him. He just laughed, and forced me down flat on my belly and continued to hammer hard into me.

It didn't take him very long to come either. I guess, after a year, his sexual trigger was a bit primed.

He came in me so hard, I felt his cum spraying my insides.

He collapsed on top of me. And damn it, he was big. I could barely breathe. After a minute or two I flailed weakly back at him with an elbow.

"Get off!" I whined. "You're too fucking heavy."

He laughed, a lazy, sultry sound that made my cunt clench, and rolled to one side.

"I'm not done yet, you cock teasing bitch. You can sleep a little, but I want that ass."

Somehow I managed to turn my head and glare.

"Am I getting busted?" I demanded.

"You can pay for your crimes directly to me." He mocked lewdly.

"Bastard!"