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The Proposition Ch. 01

By: island_man



This is part 1 of a longish story...this part sets the mood for the whole story... Thanks for reading.

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I was mentally preparing to go home when a knock on my office disturbed my thoughts. I hoped it wasn't a new client since that would set me back at least a good hour.

"Yes, come in." I said, raising my head from reading a report.

The door slowly opened, and in came my secretary, Stacey.

"Got a minute?" she asked shyly.

"For you I have a minute, an hour, a day, a week...." I replied with a smile "Yeah, what's on your mind."

"Well, George and I wanted to talk to you, at home. Alone." she said, her face reddening deeply.

"Wow. This sounds serious. At home, alone. Yeah, of course, readily. When?" I finished.

"No rush. But the sooner it is, the better." she dead-panned.

"Tonight's okay for me." I replied as I looked over my little diary. "I'll ask Jill if she's free."

"You don't understand. It's just us two and you. Alone. We have an important proposition for you."

"I get it Stace. I guess George must need some tax work done. I'll bring my notebook with me." I added.

"Uh..yeah..you do that. You'll not use it much I think. And I'd prefer it if you don't mention this to Jill either" she said.

"Ok. Wow. Must be real serious then. Let's treat this as client confidentiality. It will probably be around seven when I pop over. It's too hot for anything earlier."

We left it at that, and during dinner, I asked my wife if she needed any errands done since I needed to visit a client.

"No, go ahead dear. I have a couple of things to do, then I'm going shopping and out for pizza with the girls from work." she told me.

"Cool. Have fun then. No rush in coming back. I'll make sure to leave you enough hot water for a shower."

We both laughed at that, and proceeded with our meal. After an hour's mindless tv zapping, I took a shower and prepared to go to George and Stacey's house.

It was a short drive and pretty soon I found myself outside their apartment, knocking on the door. George himself let me in, greeting me warmly, as befitted an old friend.

"So what's up?" I enquired, as we sprawled on their comfortable sofa, cool drinks in our hands.

"Well, as you know, we have been married for four years now." he said.

"Naturally. How could I forget? I was best man at your wedding." I laughed.

"Chris...we have a problem." Stacey quipped. "We can't have children."

It was not so much as a shock to me, as much as a disappointment and being deeply sorry for them. There was a prolonged silence that I was finally compelled to break.

"I didn't realise that. I'm sorry. I wish I could do something to help you."

"Actually you can." George said. 

"I can?" I answered quickly.

"Yes. We need your help in having kids." George said. "To cut it short, we can't have kids because of me. You recall that I had a bad attack of measles when I was a teenager. That seems to have affected my sperm count. I can shoot okay, but they are mostly blanks. There is a very slim chance of my getting my lovely wife pregnant. So in fact, we need your seed."

"Oh....that's a strange proposition. But yeah, sure, I'll help. Just point me to the nearest bank." I replied with a grin.

"It's not even remotely like that." George added. "We cannot afford to waste thousands on IVF. We want you to help us do this the natural way."

"Whaat?" I said as I jumped to my feet. At that point I could note that Stacey was blushing a very deep red and just about beginning to cry. She covered her eyes with her hands, and it was only then that I realised what they were thinking of.

"You mean, that ...uh... you... want me to imregnate your wife? That is what 'natural way' means no? You want me to have sex with your wife?" I asked George.

They both nodded at once, relief flooding their faces as they realised that it was now in the open and that the worst was over.

"You are are best friend. We have been together through thick and thin. We both know you still love Stacey with all your heart. And we think you would be perfect for the job. We have decided. If it is to be, it has to be you. And we would take a negative answer very badly. We want this so much to happen."

I sat there, dazed , but at the same time elated at this proposition. God knows I still loved Stacey, truly, honestly, loved her. We had not finished together simply by co-incidence. She was beautiful, warm, funny, smart, and with that home-grown clean quality that every mother would want of a daughter.

"What if I agree to this proposition, what if we do not manage to produce something? What if it takes months? These aren't things you usually plan over a weekend..." The excuses were flying in fast.

"Take as long as you need..." George said.

"And, and what if the baby ends up looking like me? What would people say?" I tried coming up with more opposition to their idea.

"Chris" Stacey said..."you and George look like brothers. Same build, same height, eye-colour, you really look like brothers. You both said you played the twin-brother trick on many people."

"Okay, I will agree to this." I decided. "I'm not going to pretend I am unhappy. You know how I feel for you Stacey. I'm just glad we are doing it with both your permission. But I would like to put something straight. On no account, if this comes to a successful conclusion, would the child ever be told what went on. And I want to be his godfather. Without question."

"Terms accepted." said George, rising up from the sofa and giving me hug. Stacey followed suit.

"So how shall we do this?" I asked as I reached for my cold coke."Do we, uh...wait for the right moment and let you know or "

George cut me off in mid-sentence. "No, I don't want to know. I have a fortnight in Germany preaparing or a motor-show. I'm sure you two can manage to come up with something... and Jill doesn't have to know. If Jill gets to know, we would tell the kid."

I laughed at this ludicrous idea of letting my wife know! But I had also been hoping for a getting together, and I told him so.

"Not a bad idea either. Yeah, why not? We can get together some time. I've always had this idea of sharing. This is mainly Stacey's idea after all."

We continued chatting for a while, then I took my leave. The drive home was full of thoughts that kept reminding me why this was a bad idea. But I simply could not refuse their pleas for a number of reasons. They were both close friends, especially George, whom I had known since we were kids, and of course I loved Stacey. She was one of my first girlfriends, and she had turned out to be a beautiful woman whom I desired with all my heart. So yes, I would go ahead with this. I owed it to them.

And just like that, the decision to go ahead with this insane plan was taken on that hot muggy evening. There is no need to write down how much this proposition exhilirated me. I had the hots for this girl, big-time, but I also knew I had marital obligations that I was supposed to follow. And getting my mate's wife pregnant through natural means was not one of them. Telling my wife about this was absolutely out of the question, although I admit I love her dearly. I reasoned that at most I would make love to Stacey two or three times until she fell pregnant, at which point, my job would be sadly over. At that moment in time I never imagined the impact this would have on my, or rather, our love lives.

As it happened, later that evening, while at home, my wife (who is a chemist) informed me that the following week she would have to go to Brussels for a five-day refresher course on European pharmacy laws. 

I nearly said 'Good' instead of "Oh that's nice for you dear."

She dropped a bombshell by asking me if I wanted to go with her, since the holiday would do me good. I pointed out that with her at the symposiums for more than ten hours daily, starting at eight and returning after six, not including the obligatory black-tie dinners which I detested, I would spend the whole week on my own.

"That is apart from the fact that at such a short notice, it would be virtually impossible to cancel all my work meetings with clients who have waited ages." I pointed out.

"Yes, that's true. I just thought you would be lonely without me."

"I will be lonely, but somehow I'll manage. It would also be great to spend some time fishing without time constraints." I told her.

"Since when did I put time limits on your hobbies?"

"I didn't say you did, but I am usually loathe to leave you here while I am there enjoying myself, there's always that inner voice inside me telling me that you are home alone." I reasoned with her.

Jill knew what I meant to say, and hugged me as she realised that I really did love her so much. The weekend passed by quickly enough, and with the excitement I was in due to the upcoming 'proposal', we made love in every conceivable position, hole, time, and room. Jill thought it was the fact that we would spend a week apart. It was too, but my forthcoming illicit meeting was already putting me on edge. On Sunday evening we were utterly spent, but I still had that drive in me that would not let my cock go completely down.

"That was wonderful" Jill said. "I should go abroad for work more often. You've worn me out...not easy to do. But you still have something I want."

With that she slid down my body and grabbing my dick with just her mouth, proceeded to give me the blowjob of my life. As she felt my balls tightening, she slid her finger up my anus, and pulled up a little to allow space for my cum to fill her up.

I came with a spasm and held on for dear life as I spilled my cum into her willing mouth. She climbed up my body and mashed her lips to mine, tonguing me as my seed spilled also into my mouth and we made a slow erotic tongue dance that kept my dick hard. I never understood why other men are squeamish about this. It was my seed after all, and if it was good for my wife, it was good enough for me. Needless to say this turned her on again and we fucked once more, this time gloriously filling her backside with my meat, my dick-head pounding with lust as I eased past her sphincter and finally into her deepest bowels. I came again, albeit with less ardour, while Jill screamed herself hoarse with the force of her orgasm.

We lay there in post-orgasmic bliss, and despite it being only eight o'clock, drifted away to sleep, waking up early at five the next morning. A vigorous shower followed, and we nearly ended up making love again. Finally we towelled ourselves dry and prepared to head for our respective jobs. A quick peck on the lips, salutations and promises to keep in touch.

"I'll be spending some time in the office during the evenings babe" I told her as we hugged each other tightly at the front door. "Won't be much else to do."

"I'll tell you what. We'll restrict ourselves to just text messages. Keep it a bit distant, you know, to appreciate each other even more when I get back." she suggested.

"I like that. But do send me an SMS when you arrive safely and in the evenings."

"Ok....I love you." she whispered

"I love you too honey. Do take care will you?" I implored.

The Proposition Ch. 01



The summer of 2012 was remarkable for two reasons. There was the Olympic Games and the euphoria engendered by that four yearly spectacle of human achievement and then for me, there was Amy. While the former attraction was all over and done with in two weeks - not counting the paras - Amy hung around for a while longer. 

I first met Amy in the July. She had got a job working in the café, at a local nature reserve. They did nice home made cakes and it was my habit to stop off there after my weekly ramble. The café tended to have a large turn over of staff, and there seemed to be a new face nearly every week. Amy was a little different. She was readily identifiable as a student, rather than one of the local girls. It's hard to put into words how I knew that, but there was something instantly academic about her appearance. Bespectacled and alert, she was cute and attractive with long, dark brown hair. She was somewhere between petite and average height. As it happened she was free when I approached the counter to order my snack. That unmistakeable student accent confirmed my initial impression. 

It is my theory that students, especially girls tend to have accents, which migrate towards a centre ground by a process known as accommodation. It was often hard to tell where they were from. Anyway, I gave her my order and I sat down as they weren't too busy and she said she would bring it over. It's normal for me to pass the time of day with people, particularly women and I asked how she was going on when she appeared with my coffee and walnut cake. She had started the day before and was doing two days a week. She proceeded to wipe down some tables, which gave me the opportunity to watch her lovely ass. She was wearing quite tight faded jeans and she had quite a tidy little booty, it had to be said. Her navy blue apron made it difficult to assess her breasts, but they made enough of a disruption through the layers of material to see that she had at least a half decent pair. I left with a smile and a glance in her direction, as I did with whoever had served me and I caught the train home.

At this point in my story, Amy was a bright if inconsequential player. Just another pretty girl, unwittingly teasing the forty something man, craving for some young flesh. It is true, since turning forty I had developed a predilection for students and twenty somethings. I don't have a clue why that should be, other than the normal mid life crisis one so often hears about. I assumed as such, although I had no idea what the symptoms of mid life crisis were. I didn't feel like I was amid any crisis. I had a decent job, my own home, a car. I kept myself fit. It just happened that I had become chronologically greater than my sexual aspirations. 

The odd thing is, that when I was younger, in my teens and twenties I would always chase older women. I lost my virginity at seventeen to a girl of twenty four. When I was twenty nine, I dated a French woman of forty eight. There was the occasional girl of my own age in-between, but I was far from the serial dater. I wasn't even that sexually active. I had one long term girl friend in my thirties, if three years is long term and she was a few years older than me too. I think I must have become single again at a critical time in my life. Still young enough to be as randy as a bull but old enough to not be a plausible catch to the kind of girls I wanted to date. I had a thing about students. I suspect I had developed an image in my mind of the carefree, sexually experimental, rampant hormone driven lovelies that might not be borne out in reality. It was those lovely, short denim skirts and the tights or pantyhose for any American readers. In the summer it was the same kind of hosiery or bare legs and short, frayed denim hot pants. It was one of the debits of living in a university town that one had to endure such things. Eye candy a plenty, but equally bucket loads of frustration. 

When I first laid eyes on Amy I had been a year since splitting with Susan my ex, the one who I had dated for three years. I decided to go back to the reserve, where I had begun to survey a particular family of flowers and gambled that Amy would be there again. Not that it was important, but it added a little extra spice to my day, if only for a some pleasant fantasizing. As it happened I hit lucky with Tuesday, which was my day off, in lieu of Sunday. She greeted me with a friendly, "Hello again!" as I stood at the counter. I had deliberately fumbled with my change, so as not to attract the attention of her chivvy colleague, leaving the student to serve me.

"We must stop meeting like this!" I said.

"Yes, do you come here a lot then?" She said.

"About once a week, I'm a bit of an amateur botanist."

"Oh, I'm studying biology."

"Ah cool. You're not local, how come you haven't gone home?"

"My parents are in Corsica. I've an auntie nearby. Anyway, what can I get you?"

"Oh yes, just a cappuccino and that cake there," I said, pointing to a messy peanut butter gateaux.

Amy was in a darker pair of jeans this time and when she turned, I could make out the outline of her breasts through the gap in her apron. I say apron, but I suppose it was a pinafore. I always get those mixed up. Suffice to say, she had very nice looking boobs. They looked ample but proportionate. She was an all round, cute little package without any hint of Daddy's girl snootiness, which I've occasionally been aware of sitting near her compatriots on the train. To my surprise and delight she came and sat on the table next to mine, when it was time for her break. There were a few people in, but there were still lots of spare tables and she could have sat anywhere. She had taken her pinafore off and I was able to see her in all her glory, as it were. Her hair was rather long, though not quite to her waist. She had it long at the back; at the sides it was held away from her face by two hair grips. Her T shirt was a kind of speckled, grey-cobalt blue. She had nice slim girlie arms and her aforementioned boobs were hard to ignore. All in all she was pretty hot, but in a girl next door sort of way. She didn't have a flirtatious demeanour and yet if she had, with her awesome ass and those exquisite tits she would have been a sex bomb. I liked her the way she was though. Self-effacing, I suppose you would say. Sexy without trying. 

I asked casually what year at university she was in. The third year she said. I suppose that made her about twenty. 'Just right,' I thought. I suppose eighteen is fantastic and everything, but I do think a girl benefits from a little life experience. I had a niece who was eighteen in any case and well, it was just a bit too young. That's not to say I would flatly turn someone down of that age. I mean, one wouldn't but anyway, Amy was twenty. She was quite interested in my hobby and had done some essays in hybridization in trees. Having a common interest was good as it turned out, but at this point we were just chatting. 

Amy had the best hazel green eyes I had seen and such a cute nose. It's very important that. Girls have to have a cute nose, don't you think? Maybe it's just in the eye of the beholder. She finished her break and I decided to do another circuit of the reserve and also check out some orchids, which I had seen in 2011 and night be flowering again. In the end I walked miles, as far as an old lock on the border with the next county and it was tea time when I came back. The café was just closing and I bumped into Amy at the end of the path. 

"Hi, you off then?" I asked.

"Yes, just finished."

"How do you get home?"

"On the train."

I had brought my car as it happened as I had to drop some stuff off at my sister's.

"I can give you a lift home if you like?"

"Oh, if it's no trouble?"

"No, it'll save you some time and it looks like it's going to chuck it down, looking at those clouds."

It did look very threatening and it was five or six minutes walk to the station. 

Amy belted up and I took the road over the level crossing with my young companion seated there with a contented look on her face.

"I like the train, but nothing like just going from A to B," I said.

"I know. I still haven't passed my test. Shocking really!"

"Well, I wasn't driving till I was thirty!"

"Oh, there's hope for me yet then?"

"Yes. Sorry, I'm Mike by the way," I said, as we pulled up at some lights.

"Oh Okay, I'm Amy."

"Amy. Lovely name."

"Thank you."

"So, do you live far out or...?"

"Oh town will be Okay."

"You sure? It's no trouble."

"Oh well Okay. It's Ambleton road, just past the big Co-op."

"I know it. You're only about a mile from me."

"Ah Okay! That's not bad then."

"Yes, it's cool. You off out later?"

"No, all my friends have gone home for summer. I spend most of my time sleeping, reading and working at the café."

"Well, at least you're not blowing it in like most students."

"Nothing to blow in!" 

"Really?"

"All the books and everything. At least I don't have to pay rent with my aunt."

"Student loans. I didn't have that, in my day."

"You're lucky. It's just ridiculous, what we have to pay!"

"I know, well I wouldn't be a student now. Apart from the girls! Oops sorry. Didn't mean to..."

"Ah no... it's fine. I know, you're all right."

"Sorry, just me being a bloke."

Amy was clearly comfortable with me, which was good and I dropped her off and waited for her to let herself in, which gave me the excuse to watch her superb ass, as she walked up her garden path. What I wouldn't give to sink my teeth into those juicy ass cheeks! It was with such naughty thoughts that I sped off, bypassing my own house to drop the stuff at my sister's and I ended up staying for tea with her and my niece.

I thought about Amy that night and pleasured myself with thoughts of taking her doggy style in the café when everyone else had gone home. I could imagine those gorgeous ass cheeks quivering as I banged her for all I was worth. I must have been more worked up than I thought and came quite quickly. 

I woke the next morning and Amy was my first conscious thought. I became hard again as I imagined what she must look like naked. Ass, tits and pussy. Then it occurred to me. Good fortune had put temptation in my path. Now it was up to me to make the most of it. I held the answer to both our problems. It was totally inappropriate and not something that I had ever considered before, but then I thought, 'Why not?!' She was skint and I wanted a young fuck buddy to use to my heart's content. Paying for sex was not something I was opposed to on moral grounds, but the idea of sharing a girl was off-putting. I dismissed my idea as ridiculous, but I thought about it on and off during the day and I knew I wouldn't rest until I had given it a go. I was aware that some students became escorts, this was my way of having one all to myself. 

I went over the scenarios in my mind, and wondered if I dared go through with it. She might have a boyfriend, although I distinctly had the impression that she didn't. In my experience, girls can't go half an hour without dropping out the B word. Often it bares no relation to the topic of conversation, but they do it as a kind of insurance against unwanted advances. Amy had had ample opportunity. I was confident she was single. My main concern was, what would be a realistic sum, assuming I went through with my indecent proposal. It had to be affordable from my point of view, but given that Amy was quality, I was prepared to make it worth her while. It had to be enough, partly to not make my offer derisory and in order for her to seriously consider not turning me down. 

Assuming the price was right, I could still seriously mess the whole thing up, if I didn't handle it right. Knowing women, it can be a lottery as to whether you catch them at the right minute. If I lit the blue touch paper at the wrong moment it might go badly. Amy though seemed quite chilled. I think the worse that could have happened was that she would have turned me down politely and we would probably laugh about it a week later. 

So, the following Saturday I took my normal route in the morning. I took some photos of the flowers I was studying and even saw a Kingfisher. It was lovely. A brilliant turquoise gem as it darted down the river and then a vivid orange one as it came back the other way. Such a tropical looking bird for the UK. I was in a good mood when I took my midday break. I was worried Amy hadn't come in for a minute, but she had just nipped into the kitchen and she smiled when she saw me. That kind, sweet smile. Those eyes, so bright and honest. It was still her hair I loved the best though. I mean, apart from the obvious, her hair was great. So long and feminine. 

"Hi Mike."

"Hi Amy, how are you?"

"Fine. Thanks for the lift the other night."

"That's Okay. Any time."

"What will you be having?"

"The usual."

"Ah an Americano and..."

"No, a cappuccino."

"Yes! Sorry!"

"That's Okay babe."

She looked at me coyly. I didn't mean to say babe, it just came out.

"Have you spotted any interesting flowers?" She asked.

"Still logging the Compositae. It's a nightmare of a family. So many different species."

"Compositae? Which one's that?"

"Dandelions and all those with lots of little petals."

"Oh. Dandelions. I've got a few of those in my garden. There you go, that's two pounds please."

"Okay. Ummm Amy, do have five minutes, when you have your break. I just wanted to ask you something."

My heart leapt into my mouth as I set the train in motion.

"Oh. Can't you ask me now?"

"Not really."

"Oh I'm fascinated now."

She looked round at the clock above the Panini maker. 

"I'll be ten minutes. Can you give me a clue?"

"No. Sorry."

I sat down with butterflies the size of sparrows fluttering round my stomach. I had gone through any number of ways of saying what I wanted to say. I had ten minutes to go and I still hadn't finalized my strategy. I had been for a hair cut and I had shaved the night before, which meant I looked quite presentable. 

I reviewed the photos on my digital camera, mentally logging and identifying the various plants. I had one that I couldn't quite nail, but might just have been a Rough Hawk bit. I looked up and Amy was walking towards me, discarding her pinafore/apron and gave me what I thought was a slightly cheeky smile.

"Shall we go outside?" I suggested. 

There were a few wooden picnic tables on a kind of board walk, which over-looked a marsh and meant we would be away from any eaves droppers. My heart was beating quite fast as I threaded my legs through the gap in the table. I still had the option of aborting my mission but what alternative could I come up with to cover the secrecy? No, it was all or nothing.

"It's a lovely day Amy."

"I know, I might go for a walk later."

"So, I was just thinking the other day."

"Yes?"

"When I dropped you off. Well that night really."

"Yes."

I drained the remnants of my coffee as I plucked up the courage to get to the point.

"I know it's a university town and everything. But you're the first student I've actually had anything to... you know, actually talked to."

"Well, we're still human. Just!"

"Ha ha yes I know. I didn't mean that."

"Are you asking me out Mike?"

"Eh? Well... yes. No. Sort of."

"It's Okay. I'm just quite happy as I am at the moment. Guys and stuff, I'm not ready for any relationships or anything."

"Okay. Well. Wow! You've taken the wind out of my sails a bit."

"Ah I'm just being honest. I don't want to string you a long."

"No. That's good. Actually like I said. I'm not asking you out."

"You're not?"

"No. Not that you're not lovely and...oh fuck this is tricky now."

I was really keyed up to popping the question and my modus operandi had become totally unravelled. 

"Sorry Mike. You're actually quite attractive. I just think it would be a bit messy."

"Okay Amy. So just saying. If all the messiness was eliminated. You know. If we could cut to the chase."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean. if we could sort of go out, but not go out and make things, so they were mutually advantageous."

Amy looked at me and I could tell she didn't really get my point. Who could blame her? To my relief she smiled and actually laughed a little as she sipped her coffee.

"I'm not making much sense am I? Amy what I'm saying is...I don't want a relationship. I think there's a number of reasons why that wouldn't work. I was thinking more practically. Pragmatically, I suppose."

"Okay, now I'm totally fascinated."

"The thing is Amy, I really fancy you. I know there's the age difference. I get all that."

"I know you do."

"You do what?"

"Know you fancy me!"

"Oh."

"Yes. I don't think age is that big a deal. Anyway you're fit and everything. You work out don't you?" 

"Six days a week."

"I can tell from your arms."

"Yeah, biceps curls and press ups that is. But anyway, I suppose what I'm saying is. What if we had an arrangement."

"What kind of arrangement?"

"A good one. One where you're happy and I'm happy and everyone is happy."

"Okay and the arrangement is...?"

"I thought maybe you could come round now and again and I would ease your burden. Economically, so to speak."

"Ah Mike! So what am I worth?"

Amy spoke with a comical tone. After going round the houses, I had reached my destination and she hadn't thrown her coffee over me.

"It's not about worth Amy. You're a lovely, beautiful girl. It's about reality. I fancy you to bits. But it's not just that. You're so down to Earth and intelligent. You're not just some random student. I don't proposition girls like this all the time. I mean I never..."

"But how much?" She interjected.

"I'm not going to insult you Amy. I was thinking two thousand."

"Wow that's a lot!"

"It's not s fortune, but I thought it was a nice round figure."

"Would you give it me all in one go?"

"Yes. Amy, are you considering this?"

"Yes. I'd be stupid not to consider it."

"I know it's unusual, but this way, it's all cut and dried."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's clean. No messy relationship. No awkward break-ups."

"Yes. Oh look, I've got to get back in a minute."

"Ah. Well there's nothing else to say really. Except, I understand if you think it's wrong or unethical or whatever. I'll still give you lifts home if you wanted."

"Ah Mike. I do need to think about it a bit. It's just so different! I don't know if I'm shocked or what I am. It would be exciting."

"It would be very exciting Amy."

We said 'cheerio for now' and I left her to finish her shift and I came back and picked her up at five o'clock. The car park was full when I returned in the evening and there were birdwatchers everywhere. It was some sort of egret and had brought out all the local twitchers. Amy said the café had sold out of cakes. There was no mention of our earlier discussion and we chatted about the news and the Olympic torch relay, which was due to be in town in a week or so. 

The thing about the Olympic torch was that it wasn't meant to go out. Yet each and every night, the flame was transferred to a small lantern and kept locked in a security van or something. That's a bit bizarre isn't it. I bet it did go out, looking at the weather during some of the days when it was carried by the torch bearers. Amy thought the torch relay was a good idea but she wasn't as cynical as me. I couldn't help myself from imagining what little avenues of naughtiness we might take if she were to take me up on my offer. I had never done it outside. I liked the idea of going back to the reserve after hours and letting her suck me off in one of the bird hides. That would be fun, and there was always the chance of getting caught!




The Proposition Ch. 01



We were five minutes from her house when she actually broached the subject.

"Mike, I thought about our talk earlier."

"Yes?"

"I'd like to do it!"

"Really?"

"I was just wondering..."

"Yes?"

"Are you into any funny, kinky stuff... because I'm not really."

"It depends what you call kinky. I don't want you to stamp on my balls, if that what you mean!"

Amy laughed and laughed at my example of what I considered to be kinky.

"I hadn't thought of that," she said.

"I like pretty normal stuff. I do like hold ups and stockings."

"That's Okay. That's not kinky. I've got some nice lingerie."

"Ooh good! Would you consider me coming in your mouth too kinky?"

"No. I've never done it, but I wouldn't not do it."

I pulled up outside her house and we continued to chat for a few minutes, as we had pretty well got to the crux of the matter.

"Can I ask Amy. Have you had many boyfriends?"

"One or two when I was like sixteen and a couple at university. They weren't boyfriends as such... you know."

"I'll wear a condom if you want."

"Oh, well we can talk about that. I get very wet and... do you want to see?"

Amy's face had gone quite radiant and her cheeks nice and rosy. She undid the button at the top of her jeans and drew the zip down, revealing her white knickers, which were dotted with tiny pink flowers.

"You want me to touch you?"

"You can if you want. Talking about sex has made me really wet."

My own arousal had gone from a semi to ninety percent fully up. I slipped my hand inside her panties. She had a soft bed of pubic hair and my fingers ran through her pubes until I felt the dry hair become suddenly sticky and then my two longest fingers slipped into her pussy. When she said she was wet she wasn't making it up. She was soaked. I fingered her deeply for about a minute and then pulled out and licked my fingers.

"Hmmm...sweet."

"That felt good," she said.

She looked at me and smiled. I gave her a soft kiss on her lips. It was a respectful peck more than anything but I looked forward to kissing her properly. We swapped mobile phone numbers and we agreed to meet the next day at mine. I would have her cheque ready and that would be the last time we spoke about the financial side of our arrangement. 

This story is already a bit long for an introduction so for the best bit, I'll continue with the details in part two.



The Proposition Ch. 02



Once Jenny flew out of my house like a bird, with the money that I gave her, I felt empty inside. At times, I regretted allowing Jenny to take an advantage of me, but deep inside, I looked forward to have another encounter with her, as my experience with her was unforgettable and the best ever sexual experience that I ever had in my life. From the same time, I worried that others would come to find out about what happened, especially my sister. Then I was relieved of that burden when my sister called to check on my wellbeing and thank me for helping out Jenny financially. “You always spoil Jenny” she remarked.

I didn’t get to see Jenny in the following week, even though she had come to clean the house when I was at work. On the second week, Nora returned for five days and left again to work on Friday morning to Narita. Much as I wanted to call Jenny just to hear her voice, I refrained from doing so partly because of the guilty feelings that occupied my mind, but my heart desired nothing more than to have her again.

Jenny finally called me at work on Friday afternoon to tell me that she was going to stop by at my house. She apologist for not calling and said that she wanted to show me the dress and shoes that she bough and wanted to borrow matching jewelry for the dress from Nora’s collection. As it was not a busy day, I left early from work to be home when she got there and she arrived soon after.

“Hi Uncle Jim, I want to show you the dress I am going to wear tomorrow with the shoes you bought for me?” she said with her lovely smile. 

Giving me kiss on the cheek by the doorway, she ordered, “Ok then, sit here and wait for me. I’ll give you a little cat walk in this dress to see if you like it” and ran into our bedroom. I sat on the couch and patiently waited.

Few minutes later, Jenny announced her appearance in front of me with, “Tada...” She looked absolutely marvelous and stunning in her red dress and red shoes. She reminded me of Madonna, when she was twenty years or so younger. 

“What do you think, Uncle Jim?” Jenny asked again with her sweet smile, raising her hands above her head and turning a full circle slowly to display her beauty. The dress revealed most of her back and good part of her front and dropped down just a bit below her knees. 

“Honey, you look gorgeous” I complimented in disbelief how beautiful this little creature was. I ran my hungry eyes up and down hear body to absorb every detail and to register every little bit of her beauty in my mind. I noted that she had removed her bra and underpants, leaving no pantylines. 

“I already found matching jewelry in Aunt Nora’s jewelry box that she said I can borrow. I am going to have my manicure and pedicure done later today and then I am all set for tomorrow”

“Honey, again I am speechless. You look so beautiful without that dress. Men will die to pick you up and run home with you. If you like, I can give you a manicure and a pedicure” I said hoping to keep her around for little longer.

“Oh really?” Jenny asked surprised by my offer. “Can you really give me a Manicure and Pedicure?”

“Sure. I used to do Aunt Nora’s toe and finger nails. I haven’t done that for a while since she gets it done in Bangkok now for pennies. I love to do your. Why don’t find Aunt Nora’s nail polish and stuff”

 When Jenny started to walk back to our bedroom, I stopped her by holding her hand and guided her to stand by the couch and slowly removed her dress. Jenny smiled, as she knew what was coming. I let her dress drop to the floor, and she stepped out of it. I didn’t need any more get provoked. Just by looking at this babe standing there naked with her high heel shoes had me tenting inside my shorts, but I decided to take slow. 

I picked up her dress and folded it neatly taking my time. Then I assisted Jenny to sit on the couch, creased her creamy legs from knees to her feet, then removed her shoes and helped her to her feet. Jenny just stood there to find what I was going to do next and I gave her a warm bear hug, then lifted her off and carried her to the kitchen. She didn’t resist. She wrapped her hands around my neck and held me till I placed her on the island kitchen counter, with her feet in the sink.

When I looked at her stunning body, I realized that she hadn’t shaven her pussy maybe for several days and hair was beginning to grow and bit noticeable.

I said, “Uncle Jim is going to shave you down there before the pedicure” and kissed her lower abdomen and Jenny responded by saying, “You are a very sweet man, Uncle Jim” 

I quickly grabbed Nora’s razor and shaving cream and returned to the kitchen. After moving Jenny over the kitchen sink with legs opened out over the sink, I slowly spayed lukewarm water on her pubic area and applied shaving cream with my fingers, softly massaging the area, but being careful not to touch her sensitive lips. Then when I started to shave, stretching her skin, she let out a small moan and shivered her body, letting me know that she enjoyed the action.

Then when I started to shave, stretching her skin, she let out a small moan and shivered her body, letting me know that she enjoyed the action.

Once I was done shaving, I sprayed warm water over her pubic, then with a towel I softly dried the area and around her upper thighs making her body tremble. We didn’t speak, but made eye contacts and Jenny seemed to be very appreciative of the special care that I gave her. 

Then again, I moved her up, leaving her feet still in the sink. I filled the sink with warm water and potion of baby oil to soak her very pretty feet in. I was hard by then and had difficulty leaning against the counter to massage her feet. I clean her feet, massaged and then washed them in soap water. Once I was done, I let her sit on the counter top and kneeled below her to towel dry her feet. Once I her feet were dry, I took each toe in my mouth, sucked, and kissed them softly. Then moved to the other foot and ran my tongue from her heel to the ball of her foot. Kissed and sucked each toe that made Jenny moan and cry.  

“Ohhh...Uncle Jim...Ohh that feels soooo  goood...” she cried. 

When I looked up, Jenny had her eyes closed and two fingers on her clit, massaging it frantically and I was sure that she was more than ready for action. Her pussy was opened like a flower; its pink pedaled lips were glistering with wetness and well greased to expose the entire creased recess of her hole to me, right down to the small erect hood of her stiff clit.

My cock has throbbing and wanted nothing less than to mount her and fuck her silly at that moment, but I refrained from doing so. Instead, I ran my tongue up on her legs, switching between them and slowly buried my face between her glorious creamy thighs and kissed and licked them. Jenny moaned in ecstasy. When I looked again, Jenny pulled her cunt lips wider apart, gleefully showing me the snug wet depths of her pussy gash in her most blatant display yet. What is man to do when his little girl is need of attention? As a true gentleman, I placed my tongue on her very swollen clit, ran around it softly and sucked it making her cry and call my name. This girl had wanted my cock inside of her twenty minutes ago and I am not ready to give it to her yet.

 Jenny got impatient. Her pussy was juicing, apparently seems to be aching to be filled with my cock. I reached down and massaged it, feeling cunt cream spurt onto my fingers, while still playing my tongue over her clit. “OHhh….” She yelled and her body shook violently as she came, tightening her pussy walls around my finger.

Once she regained her serenity, I positioned her on the countertop, placed my head between her thighs and lifted her up from her thighs and wrapped them around my neck. Her mouth was directly in front of my steal cock. Jenny quickly sensed my intent and grabbed hold of my legs to prevent her head from swinging and swallowed my thick cock head, bringing me instant pleasure. As if of its own accord, my cock eased into her warm mouth as I continued to lick her pussy, stopping every now and then to stick my tongue in between her adorable ass cheeks into her brown hole, making her softly bite my cock. 

Suddenly, Jenny held on to my legs tighter and murmured with my cock still half way in her mouth. Her pussy became so wet and slippery, and made slurping noises as her body trembled again, filling my mouth with hot and sweat magma. I knew I wasn’t too far behind, with my cock still in her mouth.

I put her down as soon as she became calm, guided her to the kitchen counter and quickly mounted her from behind. Her moist cunt lips suck in my cock as a vacuum sending strong pleasure thought my body.  She moaned as I entered the full length, practically sniveling as fresh floods of juice poured over my cock shaft until it was slippery and smooth. Man, this is heaven! I thought. How often does a man my age get to fuck a young and wild beauty like this?

Jenny wiggled her hips and wedged her ass to assure she didn’t prevent tiny bit of my cock from her sweet pussy. I started meeting each of her movements with one of my own, thrusting to meet each of her strokes.  "Yeah," Jenny murmured as she reached back and squeezed my ass. I let out a growl involuntary, as it was too late to hold back. My prick was being sucked right up her tight cunt sluice, aided by the twists of her hips as she tried to give me more pleasure. I withdrew my cock almost out and banged it home with a shudder, and Jenny wept as her cunt split wide and filled with hard pulsing cock. I felt the muscles of her pussy clamp down on my cock and spasm in little waves against it.  Shoving hard up inside her, burying my shaft to its base, I exploded and sent blast after blast of hot sperm inside her. She rested her head on the kitchen counter and shivered, tremors of pleasure moving through her.

Minute later, my cock became limb and slowly dislodged from her wetness, causing her juice mixed with mine to run down her legs. I held her breasts and kissed her back and whispered to her ears “That was wonderful princess. Thank you”

“Thank you Uncle Jim, for making me feels as a princess. But I want to taste you, can I”

“You don’t have to get my permission dear. It is yours as long as you want it.” I said and watched with amusement when she started kissing her way down my chest towards my eager cock. Once there she gently guided my half erect cock into her mouth and started to take me deeply with slow but steady strokes, then she quickly got to her knees and swallowed my dick. I gently ran my fingers through her hair and rested my back on the kitchen counter.

The sight of my little niece with my cock buried up to the balls in her throat was too much for me and several loud moans escaped from my mouth. My cock was on fire and this little beauty was sucking it, while her wet saliva ran down the shaft with her slippery mouth to keep it cool. Instead of exploding in her mouth, I decided to divert my attention elsewhere to keep my dick in her mouth long as possible.  I bent down and picked her up from her waist and turned her upside down while her silk thighs wrapped around my neck, still giving my cock what it desired, her wonderfully slippery mouth. For the first time in my life, I tasted a wet pussy filled with my own cum. 

Jenny held on to my thighs to balance and continued her skillful work with her mouth on my cock as I stuck my tongue in her pinkness.  I stroked her legs, softly, kissing her clit and ass-cheeks and all over, the most beautiful pussy that I have ever had, making her moan. Her swollen pussy lips enveloped my tongue a vice, and the pink inner flesh was shimmed with moisture.  I kissed her softly, all over again, flicking my tongue out to taste her sweetness, dipping my tongue just inside her pussy to make her squirm even more.

“Ohhh GOD….” She exclaimed.  

I was past due for another round of fucking. I slowly put her down to the ground and turned her around facing the kitchen sink and placed my hard-on between her thighs. Instead of thrusting home, I rubbed my dick-head all over her pussy and one point in time, I purposely placed it at her butthole and gently pushed it, but did not force my way in to her rear.

“That’s a one way Uncle…no man has gone there…” she said with a smile, grabbed my cock between her legs and placed it pointing at her pussy entrance. Jenny was extremely wet again and my cock slid right up to the balls almost immediately and felt the walls of her vagina tightly wrapping around my cock. I started fucking her hard this time. Our rhythms become wilder by the minute and I was madly thrusting away inside Jenny’s juicy pussy. She was impaling herself on my swollen rod on every down stroke and moaning softly. My mind was spinning and the sensation of such a tight little pussy made my balls ache with a gallon of sperm. Jenny must have felt that I was nearing the edge of my ejaculation so lowered her body towards the kitchen counter, giving me more access to drive down to my balls at a vigorously.

“Ohhh my god…Ohh my dear princes…” I yelled loudly as wave after wave of exquisite pleasure ripped through my body like jolts of electricity. I felt another load of cum shooting way inside my niece’s pussy and then collapsed to her back with my dick still inside of her. Jenny wiggled her ass and tightened her pussy walls around my cock to milk every single drop of cum as I tried to catch my breath and moaned helplessly. 

Once I regained my strength, I took Jenny into the bathroom and washed her cleaned and completed the manicure that I promised her.

“I feel like a princes Uncle..” she said as she walked off my house.

“Jenny, you are my princes and you should be treated as one” I complimented her and gave her a passionate kiss.

“Thank you Uncle. I want to tell you that I would work my butt off to get two tickets to the Coldplay concert”

“Well Jenny, I know your butt worth two front row tickets to that concert.  Why don’t you tell me about it tomorrow” I said with a grin.



The Proposition Ch. 02



It was my turn. We had been good and waited more than the full two weeks before we indulged again. Not that those weeks had returned us to our cold and distant marriage. Ever since the night I tied my wife up at her behest, Allison and I had become closer. Every day I tried to get home as early as I could, learning to delegate more. I took my wife out to a few dinners and lunches, and we even managed to take in a show at the Princess of Wales. We spoke more and more everyday, finding things to joke about, to argue over, to discuss in depth. I found myself eager to get home and spend time with her.

Allison fast became my priority. Even my assistant noticed the change, commenting one evening that she was glad I finally found something other than work to make me happy. And I was happy. For the first time in my adult life, I found myself truly content. And it was all because of Allison. Our marriage may have been arranged and we may not have loved each other on our wedding day, but by the time I got to live out my first fantasy, I was well and truly in love with my wife. I don't exactly know when it happened, but it did. The problem was that I didn't know if Allison loved me as well. Oh, she made love to me, passionately, expressively and amazingly, but she had never said that she actually loved me. Granted, I had not uttered the words either, but I was waiting for some sign that she shared my emotional attachment.

Whatever the case, our marriage had become easier and far more enjoyable over those couple of weeks. And our daily romps were getting better and better. No longer were we confined to the bed at night with me on top and Allison laying quiescent beneath me. After that night, our lovemaking became hotter, more creative and I couldn't get enough. There were nights when dinner went cold because I had been thinking about her all day and just had to have her as soon as I walked through the door. Allison began putting naughty notes in my lunch, further ensuring a cold dinner. A couple of days before it was my turn, my lovely little wife snuck a pair of her panties into my suit jacket pocket, which I found while walking to a meeting. I spent the rest of the day hard as stone, couldn't concentrate on the meeting, and bent her over the dinner table as soon as I got home. These experiences notwithstanding, the first time Allison fulfilled my fantasy is one of the best memories I have.

As fantasies went, my first was pretty mild. It was one that I had since first taking over the CFO's office for my family's company, and it only became more intense when I started picturing Allison in the leading role. What I wanted was for Allison to come to my office during the day and blow me under my desk. Not highly creative, but it didn't need to be. After all, it was only my first turn. I told Allison and she agreed readily and excitedly. I had wanted to schedule her in, but she insisted it would be better if I didn't know it was coming. And after a few days, I had to agree with her.

Every morning, after I kissed Allison goodbye, I would ask her if that was the day. She would just give me a sly look and have me hard for the rest of the day. Hard and jittery. Every time a knock sounded at my door, my heart would race and my palms would get sweaty. And for days it would just be my assistant or a co-worker, anybody other than the one person I wanted it to be. By the fourth day after it was supposed to be my turn, I was antsy the entire day. I kept willing Allison to walk through my office door, around my desk, drop to her knees and suck me. As the hours crawled by, I started to lose hope for another day. At 3:00 p.m. there was a knock at my door. Having been bombarded with visits from my assistant, I, naturally, believed it to be her. However, when I entreated the knocker to enter, it was my wife's beautiful face that peeked in.

Instantly, my breath came in pants, sweat started to form at my hairline and my trousers tented painfully. She smiled at me and slipped into my office. She was wearing one of those wrap dress things; the kind that would come off with just one tug of the tie. It was the same kind of dress she was wearing that fateful night, and afterward she went out and bought a bunch of them. I have to say, those were some damned good purchases. Allison sauntered around my desk, and I swivelled my chair to track her. The sway in her hips was wholly enticing. I thought about pulling the tie, baring her and licking her entire body. But that wasn't part of this fantasy. So I just sat there and let her come to me.

Going to Eric in the middle of the day, at his office, to perform sexual acts under his desk was a fantasy I didn't even realize I had. But when he mentioned it to me my heart started racing and my clit pulsed. The idea of sneaking into my stuffy husband's stuffy office was so erotic, so naughty that I quickly agreed. Not that my husband was stuffy, well not any more. He became so passionate, so caring. It was like he was a different man altogether, and I seriously enjoyed this man. So, I'd put on one of the dresses that Eric seemed to love (I'm guessing because it was easy to take off), did my make-up and hair and went to his office.

When I got there I told his assistant, whose name escapes me, not that it matters really (ok, that may be the jealousy speaking, but really, did she have to be young and cute?) to hold all his calls and meetings and walked into his office. When he saw me, Eric's face lit up, and my heart did a little flip. I didn't want to say anything to him at that point, but I was pretty sure I was falling in love with this new Eric, or rather the Eric that was hidden when we were married. My friend, his ex, had assured me that he was all man, and I was finally seeing it. Not only was he amazing in bed, but he treated me with deference, respect and caring. He was a lot funnier than I had ever expected, and so intelligent. I could sit for hours talking to him. But that day in his office, talking was the last thing I wanted to do. So I stepped around his desk and right in front of him. Then I dropped to my knees.

I remember looking up at Eric from my position, and to this day it gives me such an erotic thrill. The look of hot anticipation on his face and the impressive erection with which I was presented makes my mouth water even now. At that moment, knowing it was all for me made my pussy twitch. I reached out and rubbed him through his slacks, never taking my eyes from his. His groan nearly made me moan. It was filled with so much need. I bent forward and mouthed his erection through his pants, thankful that he'd worn his black pair. His hips flexed up to meet me. I sat back a bit, taking my mouth away from him and he let out a sound of protest and reached out to pull me back.

I shook my head and moved out of his reach. I smiled somewhat viciously; I had reduced my ever loquacious husband to mere grunts and gestures. Eric dropped his head back and rolled his eyes to the ceiling, as if trying to gain control over himself. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his state. I shuffled around a bit, not quite sexily - because I don't know of anyway to shuffle around on your knees and make it look inviting - and situated myself under his desk. It was part of his fantasy, after all. Part of me was sorry that I told whatshername to hold Eric's meetings; the risk of having someone walk in on us was very much a turn on. But I made do with what I had.

I turned Eric's chair so that we were once again mouth to crotch. With me fully under and him facing his desk, I imagined that everything would seem normal, except the expression on Eric's face. He looked at once pained and excited and a little worried, as if he didn't know what I was going to do. So I showed him. I reached for his belt and slowly undid it. His button and zipper followed quickly. Again, I bent forward and mouthed him through fabric. This time it was only the thin cotton of his dark gray boxer briefs between my tongue and his hard-on. I moved my mouth from his base to his tip, then wiggled my tongue under the waist band of his underwear. His hips thrust up again and he moaned loud and long. Saliva pooled in my mouth at the taste of him.

I have never had anything that tasted as good as Eric. He was thick and long, and as I brought him out of his confines, he filled me deliciously. It wasn't the first time I went down on my husband, but each time was better than the last. I swirled my tongue over his head, then sucked him in deep. I didn't know how much time we had; Eric was a busy man, after all. I set a pretty fast pace. My head bobbed up and down, and I gave only a fleeting thought to what would happen should I hit my head on his desk. I was having far too much fun blowing my husband.

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. I couldn't even dig my fingers through her hair, lest I lose them between the desk and her zeal. Allison had given me head before then, but this was something else. She shocked me with her speed, which was probably a really good thing, else I would have come as soon as she swallowed all of me. When she dropped to her knees and put her mouth on me, I almost shot out of my chair. I didn't realize how erotic this situation would be. The feel of her silken mouth and slightly rougher tongue working their way over my cock had me breaking out in a sweat. The fact that we were at my place of work, where nothing even slightly sexual ever happened - to me at least - made it all the more exciting.

I fought to hold off, knowing it was a losing battle. My wife is incredibly skilled in the art of fellatio, and she was using all of that skill as she knelt under my desk. I was of two minds: one utterly focused on the wet hot suction of perfection between my knees; and the other only mildly focused on the door, worrying that someone would come in. I had just remembered that Randy (aptly named for the moment) was supposed to come to my office at around that time, when Allison popped my shaft out of her mouth and sucked one of my balls in, while she jacked me off with her hand. I grabbed tight to the arms of my chair and my hips flexed upward of their own accord. I believe I moaned as well, but the memory is a bit hazy. It was hard to focus for a second, and I thought I was going to come, when I noticed a repetitious sound coming from somewhere in the office. I thought maybe Allison was hitting her head on the desk, but one glance downward... and I completely forgot what I was thinking about.

Seeing her on her knees under my desk, staring up at me with her seductive eyes and I felt my sack tighten, preparing to ejaculate straight to the back of her throat. I desperately tried to hold off, to think of something else, anything else, just so that I could make this last. I knew it was impossible, but I tried anyway. Allison switched her hand and mouth again, sucking me back into the wet depth and fondling my balls with her fingers. I gave in and began to relax into my orgasm. And then the door opened, and Randy walked in.

That repetitious sound turned out to be knocking. Before I could say or do anything, though, Allison stopped, to my relief and disappointment. Yes I wanted her to stop so that I could deal with this interloper, but at the same time I wanted her to keep going and blow me to orgasm. I'm still not sure which choice was better. Randy didn't seem to know what was going on, as he had his head bent over a file. I quickly glanced down at my wife to see her shock and uncertainty melt into a look of mischief. I shook my head, but she only smiled at me. I remember feeling incredibly panicked and aroused; two things I did not want to be with Randy in the room. I tried desperately to pull myself together, which was a herculean feat.

My underling finally looked up from the file, and I must have succeeded, because he did not give any indication that he thought something was up, so to speak. He merely nodded a greeting and commenced some diatribe about shipping costs or some such nonsense. I had a terrible time trying to concentrate, what with Allison on her knees under my desk. I hadn't given enough forethought to that particular fantasy, and so I suffered the consequences. I was just starting to figure out what Randy was going on about, when I felt Allison's firm grip on my still raging erection. I jumped in my chair. Randy questioned me, and I merely brushed it off as a sudden cramp from my prolonged position. I felt my wicked little wife giggle, while Randy took me at my word. He continued and so did she.

Allison pumped my shaft slowly, then I felt her change my angle and then the wet rasp of her tongue drew across my head. I bit back a moan and forced myself to remain completely still. I wanted to tell Randy to shut the fuck up and leave the office, but speech was beyond me at that point. Allison began licking and stroking at the same time, but not the same rhythm. I thought about just coming in her mouth right then and there and to hell with the consequences, but my assistant chose that moment to pop into my office, apologizing profusely (apparently she had gone to the bathroom, and Randy had not bothered to wait for her to come back), and dragged a rather confused employee out of my door. I let out a groan of relief, then gasped in a rather unmanly like fashion.

Allison had swallowed my entire length. I felt the back of her throat. I glanced down into her eyes and just like that I was done. I came in hot spurts, groaning the entire time. Allison just kept at it, sucking my ejaculate until I was empty. When she was done, I felt as limp as a ragdoll, and she just kept smiling.

Afterward, Allison got up, straddled my thighs and kissed me. I grabbed her backside and tried to bring her up so I could suck her nipples, but she just pushed me away and stood. I was replete but wanted more of her. Allison shook her head when I asked, and said that she would meet me at home. I protested, loudly, but she was having none of it. According to my love, that was all that I had asked for, and that was all that I was getting. I didn't have the energy to argue, so I let her saunter out of my office, smiling as she glanced at me from the doorway and blew me a kiss. Her scent trailed after her, and I swore I heard her tinkling laugh as she left the office.

After work, I raced home and did everything to her that I wanted to in my office. As we lay on the floor of the living room, where I had caught and ravished her, I couldn't help but grin. That was but one of my fantasies, and we had a lifetime more to live out. I was already plotting my next turn, in detail.



The Proposition Ch. 02



Driving to work, I reveled in the thought of what a great wife I had. Totally open to any suggestion in bed, willing to take the lead in anything, and so totally understanding. I recall vividly on our honeymoon night when she invited one of the maids to share our bed. We sexed-out right until it dawned, as my cock would not go down at all. The maid was a beautiful Latina who taught Jill how to give the best head, as well as showing her some tricks that could bring a three thousand year old mummy back to life. I showed the maid some good old-fashioned European ass-reaming as I savaged her backside until it became raw.

From time to time she had brought friends along with her, sharing our marriage-bed. Always women, and she was always the one to initiate these threesomes. Usually these parties would happen at a rate of three every year. I begged her to bring more friends, but she insisted that the frequency was just enough to keep everything fresh. We did once take part in a huge swinger party organized in a dance-hall. I'm sure there were more than thirty couples, and I confess to having fucked nearly everyone of the women there. And a couple of men that I found attractive too. I don't know why, but their hairless smooth bodies drove me nuts. It was the sheer debauchery of being in a room full of naked people with no holds barred that spurred me on incessantly. At one point I was in a tangle of bodies, male and female, all lost in a frenzy of lust. I was sucking at the huge clit of a girl who was being fucked by a guy with a huge dick, while somebody was tonguing my backside and giving me a blow-job. As the she was being screwed, his dick plopped out of her wet pussy and into my open mouth. I didn't think about it, but just sucked him in. It was a liberating feeling. A hard core of steel covered with a fleshy warm substance. No wonder women loved it. Finally the birthday girl was laid on a couch and thirty men spurted their come on her glorious body. If anything, the slap-up meal later proved even more erotic as more than eighty people ate and chatted among themselves in totally nude splendor. Needless to say, more orgies followed, albeit at a slower pace. Memories of that day still gave me a hard-on even today. The next meet was three months further on, on Christmas Day, and I was looking forward unabashedly.

Putting the lewd thoughts aside, I concentrated on the busy road. It wouldn't do to have an accident at this time. 

I parked in my usual space, and once in my office, picked up the phone to call Stacey before realizing she was hardly an early bird, and might not be yet in. In fact it was around half-past-eight before I saw her car slot into her reserved space. She came round to my office before going in to her office.

"So. It begins." she said shyly. "I dropped George off at the airport this morning."

"Yes. And I have exciting news too. Jill is off to Brussels in an hour. She'll be gone a week. I have a four day holiday coming up to me and I will avail myself of them this week. How about you?"

"Well, I guess I can take-off for four days if my boss approves my application." she smiled.

"Stacey. I AM your boss. Leave approved. Bring enough clothes for five days at the Palace Point Hotel. We are going to be spoiled silly. And we are going to do what we both really need. On second thoughts....you won't need any clothes. I have no intention of spoiling your beauty with clothes."

With those words she held her face in her hands.

"I can't believe we are going to do this. It's so embarrassing. And having to stoop to this...this immoral thing."

I held her hands in my arms as I smiled gently at her.

"Am I not attractive enough for you?" I asked her "Do you not like me? Or find me offensive? Stacey, I have loved you from the first day I saw you. I honestly can find no other words to describe how happy I am for this. For the obvious reasons that we are going to make love, and also for the fact that this will make both you and George happy. If you don't like it, you can still at least say that you tried. If you want to back out, I will accept that too. With a heavy heart, true, but I will respect your wishes."

"It's not that. You are very attractive. I told you that you are my best friend here many times. What I'm also afraid of is that once we start we won't be able to stop. Hell, the time is not even right at the moment. I am still in my 'safe' period." she said.

"Hey, that's even better...we'll get really acquainted with each other even more. And what if you like it? What's the harm in that?"

"I guess you're right. It's just that it goes all against my upbringing. But I admit I've waited so long for this to happen." she said.

"Really? that's just great. Off with you wench. Tomorrow we will book in at the Palace Point. Meet me at the hotel entrance at ten. Can you do that?"

"Sure. I won't be late." she replied.

"You're a woman. You've got to be late." I said with a smile.

"Not for the Palace Point buster. No way. We can't even afford the cheaper rates!" she replied.

The day passed quite unlike any other. Usually I have so much on my hands that it would be a miracle for me to go home before six in the evening. But on this occasion, the two hands on the clock refused to budge. I finished by taking not only four days off, but also leaving a couple of hours early and went home at half-past-one.

Out came my battered suitcase, which I proceeded to fill with as little clothes as possible. Fresh underwear for every day, a couple of shirts and three or four shorts. My shaving bag and a pair of running shoes completed the packing. I wasn't planning on wearing much or even going to any posh places at all. The suites, or rather, the apartments, at the Palace Point were renowned for their completeness. We would use the gym, the indoor pool, eat in our sitting room, and of course, use the Jacuzzi and the bed as much as possible. In-house entertainment would be our nightly fun before bed. All we had planned for this was to eat, swim, and screw as much as we could.

I took a leisurely shower, shaving away any hair below the neck. I left no stone unturned in shaving my crotch area carefully. Jill loved it when my lower abs were bare. After an hour or so, I was as clean-limbed as a new-born baby. I knew that this was supposed to be business for me, but as Stacey had said, there was no hope of her falling pregnant this week. So we accepted that this would be the fling that we both had wanted and wished for a long time.

Finally around seven, I could see that there was nothing else I could do except wait. I turned on the television to watch the football, when the phone rang. I thought it was my wife, but instead, I found that it was Stacey.

"Hi," she said. "Don't worry about my coming in late tomorrow. I'm already packed up and ready to go."

An idea popped into my head.

"Listen, why don't you come over tonight? Drop off your car in my garage? I can leave the door open and you just drive in. Nobody will know any better. We don't even have any neighbors here anyway."

"That's a good idea. We can get off to an early start."

"What early start? You mean, start the proposition tonight? At home?"

"No you silly man. I meant we leave early, take a roundabout way and cruising slowly. No hurry at all. It would be best if we don't do it at your home would it?"

"I appreciate your concern and I thank you for it. That's a good idea. But do drop over. We'll watch a movie, talk things over. You can sleep in the guest-room. And I do a mean pizza too!" I told her.

We made small talk for a couple of minutes and hung up. She would be here in thirty minutes. I looked around, thankful that my wife kept a spotless home. If house-cleaning was left up to me, we would be knee-deep in junk. I opened the entrance gate and the garage-door just in time for her little Suzuki to sweep in unchecked. 

I grinned as I shut and locked the gate. This could make for an interesting night, although I certainly did not want to do anything here at home. It would sully up our marriage bed, and was not something that I could live with. Not that it would become morally right if I screwed around somewhere else, but I sincerely was thinking with the wrong head.

Stacey climbed out of her tiny vehicle, all limbs, and frilly lace. Her skirt rode up her shapely thighs, revealing wonderfully smooth and tanned legs. The hint of whiteness from her panties peeked out and immediately my cock hardened. She was wearing a cream silk shirt, and I could tell she wore only a sheer bra beneath it. Her nipples were already hardening in the coolness of the evening as they scrunched up against the light material. We had not even spoken to each other and the sexual tension was thick in the air.

"Here you are finally. Wow. You look so, so, eatable...." I commented.

"Thanks. You're not so bad yourself" she replied with a laugh.

I looked down and laughed with her. I was wearing thin cream sweatpants, against which my half-hard cock was straining. 

"Is that all for me?" she said.

"Well...not all... there's more. But where are my manners? Let me help you with your luggage."

"There's not much luggage Chris. Just a small carry-case. You did say you weren't planning on wearing too many clothes." Stacey told me.

"Fucking right babe. Come on, let's go in. I've got everything ready for a great evening. A good video, and a great bottle of wine...plus my famous pizza obviously." I rubbed my palms together.

We went in the house and I put her small suitcase in the spare bedroom. I asked her if she wanted to make herself comfortable and replied that she would like a shower and a change of clothes. I told her to go ahead and make herself pretty for me. I would be downstairs waiting for her. After about thirty minutes Stacey came down wearing a nice pair of grey shorts that hugged her ass tightly, and a pink shirt that did nothing much to hide the jiggling of her breasts as she skipped down the stairs. No bra there obviously.

I was dumbstruck, speechless, and in dire need of breathing. She was truly beautiful. I was sure I would have no problem in dealing with my part of the job.

"Uh...hi..everything ok? Anything to set you at ease? Want a drink, a shag, or something to eat?" I was babbling.

"Hey calm down. I'm the one who's supposed to be nervous. A glass of wine will be fine. We can take that pizza during the movie. What have you got for me?" she asked.

"Well I didn't know what type of movies you like, so I got a funny raunchy one, The Hangover. Hope you haven't seen it yet."

"Oh that's great! I've been waiting for it to come out on DVD. We didn't get to see it at the cinema." she said, moving round to the sofa and flopping down.

I opened the wine and poured two generous glasses full of the beautifully aromatic liquid.

"Ah...nectar of the Gods" I sighed, sipping the fruity white wine.

"It certainly is good. Oh, here we go" she said as the credits rolled up and the movie unfolded. 

It was not only a bit racy, it was hilarious, and we bumped into each other several times as we laughed crazily during the two hours it ran. By that time the first bottle had been emptied, another opened and already more than two-thirds of the way down.

Suddenly, and I don't know how it happened, we leant against each other. I was sprawled down on the sofa, and she was slightly above me. Her left breast, hiding behind the short pajama top, was up against my face, nipple elongated in its' arousal. I could not resist any longer, and lifted my lips to take her nipple into my mouth, over the shirt.

She sighed as I pulled on that delicious nub of flesh, hard and soft at the same time. Her hands found my head, entwined her fingers in my hair and pulled me closer to her chest. I moved back a little, to raise the short shirt over her breast. It was beautiful. A startling cream colored cone of flesh, with a red rose nipple set on top of a largish aureole.

I suckled like a baby on her flesh, as she writhed on the sofa, moaning and panting in pleasure. It was a surprise when Stacey pushed me back and licking her lips in anticipation, started licking on my nipples. My dick throbbed against her body as I rolled my eyes with pleasure.

"Stop, stop, please stop." I panted.

It was with great reluctance that we drew apart, both of us panting and in heat.

"You're right, we better stop. I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." she said shyly.

We decided to call it quits for the evening and go to bed. I followed her up the stairs, reeling in the fragrant scent she left behind with her every step. I couldn't wait until the morning dawned. I closed my bedroom door, stripped, and went in for a shower, shaving the little areas where hair had started to sprout up again. I took extra attention around my pubes, making sure it was extra smooth. My dick was standing fully erect at that moment, seven thick inches of male flesh. I debated on whether I would beat away some of the tension by my own hand, but decided against it. This tension would make sure I would have an incredible first orgasm. I washed my teeth and headed for bed. The last thought going through my mind was what would my wife say if she only knew what was going on. I drifted off to sleep as I shrugged.

As always happens in Malta in early summer, it was a beautifully warm day. I rapped on the guestroom to wake Stacey, who stumbled to the bathroom two minutes later, wearing only those tight pair of grey shorts and thin top.

"Hi" she mumbled sleepily. "I got to go to the loo."

"Err...hi...I'll prepare breakfast. Anything special?" I asked, eyes wide open at the beautiful view in front of me.

"Coffee, coffee and coffee." she stumbled in the bathroom, giving me a quick glance of a beautiful curved backside as she slid the shorts and tiny underwear down her legs.

I swear that if I looked at my dick, I could have willed it to come there and then. I decided to challenge the girl, and after taking off my shirt and boxers, prepared breakfast wearing the smallest pair of briefs I had.

In the kitchen I was busy preparing a jug of coffee when I felt her presence behind me. Stacey had not put anything else on her, and she reached out for a hug as I turned to meet her. We squashed together in a gloriously hot embrace, bodies melting together, my nipples rubbing against her t-shirt covered chest. My dick, already half-hard, began it's slow rise to full erection, pushing her hard in the crotch area.

"Wow...it feels wonderful" she said as she pushed her arm between us and fondled my now huge erection over my underwear. "I can't wait until we get to the important bit."

"Why don't we hurry things along then? We can go now, and book in from early. It would be a pity to let this glorious weather go to waste." I suggested.

"Ok...I better go and dress up before something naughty happens." she giggled, and her little girly laugh almost made me lose my mind. It was all I could do to keep from throwing her down and screwing her on the table. 



The Proposition Ch. 02



It was the end of July and my usually predictable lifestyle had been disrupted, albeit pleasantly by a third year biology student called Amy. I had been single for a year and that was a long time for me. Suddenly one reaches a certain age and the urges are still there but the opportunities seem to grow fewer. I had been with my ex girlfriend for three years. I was forty one when I had met her. The shock of turning forty had passed and I felt good to be in a relationship. However, three years tested my inclination of not being monogamous to its limits and for one reason or another we fizzled out. Now, at forty five I was looking for excitement. 

Amy was working two days a week at the café, attached to a local nature reserve. It was a nice place to stop off at the end of a long walk and watch the wildlife over a cup of coffee and home made cake. I had established a casual rapport with Amy, a rather cute, bespectacled girl of twenty. She had - I can safely say - the best ass I had ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on. Her hair was long, dark and had a natural, not overly coiffeured look. She was hot without going out of her way to flaunt herself. I had given her a lift one afternoon and then in a mad flash of inspiration I had devised a plan to make her a rather indecent proposition. In short, I said I would give her two thousand pounds in exchange for a no-strings arrangement between us. To my delight, she hadn't gone crazy but quickly warmed to the idea. Warmed so much in fact, that I had fingered her wet little pussy on giving her a lift home on the third Saturday of July.

We agreed to meet on the Monday. She lived with her auntie, about a mile from me and I picked her up at seven and drove back to mine. I had what might be described as a mini anxiety attack when she got in my car. Her hair had clearly been blow-dried and had a wonderful shine and yet retained that gentle fluffy look. She had put on a rather short denim skirt and black tights (pantyhose). Her top was a purple and slightly glittery pullover. Her bust looked full and pert. She looked at me and smiled. There was a delightful whiff of perfume and I started to become hard almost instantly.

"You look great Amy!"

"Thank you. It's just my normal stuff."

I put my hand on her leg and slid it up her skirt as I started the engine. It was a pleasantly uncomfortable three minutes as I sat with my stiff on.

"Did you have a good day at work?" She asked.

"Yes. It was Okay."

"Have you been thinking about tonight a lot?"

"Yes, of course. I've been thinking about you all day."

"Really? In what way?"

"What you would be wearing. What I was going to do with you. Everything really."

"Oh. Nice. How come you haven't got a girl friend Mike. If you don't mind me asking?"

"I just don't. I did have. We split up a year ago."

"Oh. You must get horny."

"I do Amy."

"Do you watch a lot of porn?"

"Not that much to be honest. I only like girl on girl stuff."

Amy laughed.

"Why what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, it's just the way you said it. So you like to see girls get it on?"

"I do. Straight porn doesn't do anything for me. How about you?"

"No. I just use my imagination. And my fingers."

"Hmmm... I'd like to watch you masturbate some time Amy."

"Okay. We'll see."

We pulled up outside my house and I was completely hard and Amy found it amusing that I needed to arrange myself before I got out of the car. A guy next door but one was cutting his hedge and he did a double take when Amy got out. I wondered what erroneous conclusion he had reached. Relative? Escort maybe? He certainly wouldn't have thought that she was my fully paid up fuck buddy. No time limits, no rules almost. My one concern as I opened my front door was how long I would last the first time. I pressed Amy against the wall of my hallway and kissed her neck. Her hair smelled beautiful. My hands were all over her, stroking her legs, groping her tits. I slid my hand up her skirt again. That ass! What an absolutely exquisite bum. I squeezed her cheeks playfully as I kissed her on the lips. I wasn't sure if she would kiss me but I'm glad she did. I wasn't certain if she might construe kissing as being to emotional.. I guess, like me she couldn't have sex without kissing.

"Oh Amy you're so fucking sexy!"

"Thank you. Are we going to your bedroom?"

"Yes. Do you want a drink of anything. Some wine maybe?"

Amy smiled with those hazel green eyes and her sweet red lips.

"That would be nice. White if you've got it."

"White it is. Australian or South African?"

"I don't mind."

I uncorked the bottle, fresh out of my fridge and Amy perched on one of the stools next to my breakfast bar. I poured two generous measures and we sipped together quietly. My initial arousal had subsided slightly but I was beginning to ache a little down there, which normally meant I was going to come a lot when I did. I could quite easily have fucked her in my kitchen, but I wanted to do things properly. I envisaged having her in every room in the house at some point, so there was no pressure to rush into things. 

The issue of condoms had been broached briefly two days earlier and we had deferred discussion on the matter, but this seemed like a good time to bring it up.

"Are you wet now Amy?"

"I am yes."

"About protection and stuff. Do you trust me to go in without any?"

"As long as you don't get carried away. I'm not on the pill or anything."

"I won't. You don't mind me coming in your mouth though?"

"No, I want to know what it's like."

"Seriously, you're not just saying that. No one's come in your mouth before?"

"No, never."

"Wow! What a privilege."

"Ha ha Mike! I guess it is. You're my first for that one!"

I had got hard again and pulled Amy towards me and we kissed again. I fondled her tits through her top and I really couldn't wait now.

"Shall we go up?"

"Yes Okay Mike."

"After you then."

I followed Amy up the stairs and watched her arse with every fibre of my body alive with lust. She waited for me to open the bedroom door and she sat on the bed as I began to undress. She pulled her top off, which revealed a very nice black bra. Her cleavage looked great. Her stomach was flat and toned. 

"I'd like to take the rest off, if that's OK?"

"Yes sure." 

She stood up. I was down to my boxers and socks, which I removed quickly. It felt so good standing naked with my cock twitching for her to see.

"Is it big enough?"

"Looks fine to me."

"Good. You hear about these guys with eight or nine inches..."

"No it's nice. What is yours?"

"Six inches on a good day."

Amy stroked my dick, drawing a shiver of delight. I felt her tits again, just through her bra. They were nicely squishy but still quite firm. 

"Are you a C cup?"

"No, a D."

I reached round to undo the two catches and my cock brushed against her skirt.

"Wow they're lovely. Ooh yes Amy!"

I stood behind her and fondled and weighed her tits in my hands. They were so warm and lovely. I pinched her nipples with one hand, and groped her between her legs with the other. Then I unfastened her skirt, kissing and sucking her breasts at the same time. Her nipples had gone quite stiff and it was a joy to linger on them as I slipped her skirt off.

"Turn round babe and lean over the bed."

She followed my request and I rolled her tights down slowly revealing her gorgeous ass bit by bit. I was so hard now, I probably didn't have enough blood to go round. If her ass looked good in clothes. Her naked ass was out of this world. I did what surely any red-blooded man would do in my position and pushed my face between her cheeks and kissed that sweet butt. I made her bum nicely wet and parted her cheeks several times in order to rim that sweet little brown star. She liked it too, squirming and giggling as I rimmed her. I bit her ass too, just playfully, but enough to make brief impressions in those plump cheeks.

"Amy, that is one fine ass!" I said, when I had done.

She stood up and for the first time, I saw her pussy from the front. I had somehow resisted from going there, leaving those treasures for a while. I put a couple of fingers there though and she was soaking wet. We kissed as I went in as far as my knuckles. She made some quiet little sounds, which showed me she was enjoying the attention. I needed to taste her though. I had waited long enough.

"Lay on the bed babe."

Her pussy looked very inviting. Her pubes were trimmed into a neat triangle and her lips were smooth and pink. I could see the glistening wetness down that sweet gash and my lips met with a hot sticky honey as I went down on her. She was just the right blend of muskiness and sweetness. Clean, fresh and tasty. She was so wet, I couldn't do anything but eat her noisily and I found myself swallowing her gooey love juices as my tongue went deeper. She whimpered to herself and I could feel her index finger brushing my nose as she rubbed her clitoris. I could have licked her out all night but my cock had other ideas. 

I got Amy to sit further up the bed and I took up the missionary position, entering her in single, swift movement. The sensation of her pussy; hot, tight and wet defied description. My exclamation of pleasure was more animal-like than verbal anyway and I went in and out with a few long, slow strokes. Amy responded with her now familiar gentle whimper but maybe with a raised intensity and the suggestion of a cat-like mewing. I fucked her for a minute maybe two, going slowly. If I had gone with all guns blazing I would have certainly come inside her. I just savoured every moment of that first time and then I was ready. I had reached the point of no return. My breathing was strong and shallow. I pulled out and Amy sat up as I stood at the edge of the bed and put my cock in her mouth. I wanked myself briefly as she sucked on the bulbous end and a second or two later I unloaded my whole wad into her mouth. I just came and came and came, trembling, growling and using every expletive in my vocabulary as I drained my balls down her throat. 

Amy didn't miss one drop and she even let me wank the last few watery dribbles onto her tongue. She swallowed that too and then she sucked me dry.

"Whoo! Baby, that was amazing."

"You came a lot!"

"I know, was it all right?"

"Yes, I didn't think I was going to swallow it all, but it was OK."

"It tastes nice?"

"I didn't really taste it."

"Ah fair enough."

I stroked her hair and she looked up at me and smiled.

"You're lovely, you know that?" I said.

"Hey don't go falling in love with me!"

"I won't."

"I know...only joking. Pass me my wine please."

We sat on the bed drinking. I couldn't stop touching her. Just caressing her boobs mainly and stroking her body all over. I was mildly concerned that I had come a bit quick and felt some excuse was necessary.

"I didn't last long, I will next time. I was so worked up."

"It doesn't matter. You're fine. Are you going to come again?"

"I'd like to. Can I come on your face Amy?"

"Yes, if you like, I don't mind."

Amy smiled again. I loved her matter of fact attitude to things. I hope she doesn't come across as cold and clinical because she isn't. I suppose she wanted to please me.

"You can enjoy it you know," I said.

"I am. Sorry, it just feels a bit you know... I'm fine! You fill your boots!"

I stroked her legs and we kissed. There was extra passion in her kiss, which was good. I suspected she hadn't been able to let go yet. I tried to see things from her point of view. We had only known each other for two weeks and yet here we were, fucking. We had skipped all the dating and getting to know you stuff. I felt like I was fucking a friend. We had got on amiably on the lifts home and in the café. The age difference wasn't a massive factor and yet I could never entirely ignore it. I also felt an underlying sense of guilt. Maybe some deep Freudian conscience there somewhere, telling me it was unethical. Yet she wasn't some impressionable teenager. She was twenty. Young and lovely but with her feet very much on the ground and keen to accept my spunk.

I was getting a hard on again in as quick a time as when I was eighteen. I stood up and relieved Amy of her empty glass and rubbed my cock over her lips. She put her tongue out and licked my glans, making me fully hard very quickly. She seemed only too happy to suck me, which she did slowly and lovingly. She seemed to know exactly how to please me, licking the stringy bit under my bell end and stroking the shaft with her tongue. A little bit of excess cum came out the end and she licked it off, the slightly stringy texture stretching across her lips. For a while I fucked her mouth gently, until I felt it was time to shag her pussy again.

"Do you like doggy, Amy?"

"My favourite position. Shall I get on all fours?"

"Yes, let me see your lovely ass."

I can't exaggerate what an amazing bum Amy has. It's a real peach.

I guided my thick cock into her pussy. Her labia were swollen and puffy, which was proof if it were needed that she was properly aroused. I went in effortlessly, pushing through her opening and penetrating that moist velvety vagina. My hard on was burning it was so hard, I wanted to and felt that I could fuck her properly this time without the worry of spending my load too quickly. I gripped her hips with my thumbs making little dimples into those lovely butt cheeks. I thrust hard. That made her whimper but louder than before and more so. She was moaning over and over as I banged her. I fucked her until I was ball deep and her ass quivering like a jelly. 

Her hands were holding the pillow, kind of scrunching the cotton in her fist as I fucked her hard and deep. At last her moans became intense and wild. She was coming for me and that felt so good. I loved how I could feel her juices flowing over my cock as she came. She was tight anyway but she went a little tighter as she had her orgasm. I eased off a little and went in and out more slowly, savouring the sensations of my own pre-orgasm, ever conscious that I was fucking her without protection. I pulled out and suggested we spooned for a while, which normally makes me come. It's also a very intimate position. I fucked her gently, nibbling her ear and kissing her neck until I knew I would last much longer. When I started to get that deep burning accompanying the inexorable sensation of my approaching orgasm, I knew it was time to uncouple. Amy turned over with a look of 'let's do it' on her face. I knelt on the bed, with my knees either side of her body and tugged on my cock. It didn't take long and my legs went to jelly with tingling in my toes as I unloaded over her face. I came with two good ropes of spunk, spattering her nose and cheeks, as I yelled out in ecstasy. The rest dribbled over her chin.

"Don't move babe, I'll wipe you up."

I ran to the bathroom and cleared her up with a wet wipe. 

"That's very considerate of you Mike."

"Are you being funny?"

"No. I imagine some blokes would just leave me to it."

"OK, well you deserve to be treated right Amy. Anyway it's my way to be considerate."

We dressed and I took Amy home via the fish and chip shop and we sat in my car with the windows open by the local park eating our take away.. 

"You at the café tomorrow?" I asked, blowing on my freshly-cooked chip.

"It's a refectory."

"Oh is it?"

"Yes."

"You OK Amy?"

"Yes, just saying. Café reminds me of egg and bacon cobs. It does say refectory on the signs."

So, Amy was a pedantic little minx.

"Refectory it is from now on."

"Anyway yes, I'm working. Will you be coming?"

"No, I'm at work. Amy... thanks for today. It was great!"

"That's OK. I liked it."

"Really?"

"Yes, I came didn't I!"

"I know. That was hot."

"When do you want to do it again?"

"I was going to ask about that."

The fact is, we hadn't discussed frequency or any kind of limitations to our arrangement. I didn't know if she had thought about it or not. I had probably subconsciously assumed it would be once a week.

"It's up to you Amy, when you feel like it."

"OK, well whenever then."

"Well, how about Friday?"

"Oh, it's my aunt's birthday. We're eating out. Saturday would be good."

"Saturday works for me. Shall we go somewhere in the afternoon?"

"Go somewhere?"

"Yeah. I thought we could walk somewhere quiet."

"Where, for example?"

"Like Eyebrook. There's lots of little desolate lanes."

Amy looked at me with a quizzical expression.

"What do you want to do?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe you could suck me off in the car."

Amy did one of her giggly laughs like I'd said something stupid.

"OK Mike. Yeah that's fine."

I dropped Amy off and drove home feeling pretty pleased with myself. I can't remember having better sex and Amy was a good deal hotter than any of my girlfriends back in the day. She was sizzling. I went to bed feeling more contented than I had for a long time. I slept well, looking forward to the weekend and a whole lot more fun.



The Proposition Ch. 03



Thirty minutes later I was reversing down the drive of my home, Stacey safely ensconced beneath a blanket on the back seat. There weren't too much neighbors around, but I did not want to take any chances. As soon as I cleared the edge of our town, I called to her to get up. She slid up to the front seat while I pulled up to the side of the road and let the car's top down. 

Pretty soon we were cruising down the motorway, with barely another car in sight, and the speed, wind and sunshine complied to make us happy and carefree. What happened next would be something I would never forget. This usually quiet, shy girl unbuckled her seat belt, stood up and raised her t-shirt, bare-breasted below it. She took off her hair-band and unfurled her hair in the wind, screaming in delight as she spread her hands wide. I was totally unready for this and afraid that should we get caught on a traffic camera, the obligatory photo would be making its way home. Explain that to the wife!

A couple of cars passed in the other direction, eyes wide in shock and delight. Fortunately the madness passed within a few minutes and she sat down and dressed up again, just in time before turning on the long drive-in to the hotel.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me. Whatever you project, it's contagious. I'm so happy." she apologized.

"And we haven't even gotten to the best part yet." I said, rubbing my dick. Which, it is only fair to say, was under constant semi-arousal conditions. I would have loved for her to give me a blow-job on the road, but I decided to leave it until we were in our room.

As soon as we parked under the awning of the hotel entrance, we were transformed from normal people to royalty. Gloved parking attendants bowed us out of the car and delivered our two small valises to the check-in desk.

"Hi, it's Mr. and Mrs. James, I booked yesterday morning. It's actually three nights, but I thought we might book in early and avail ourselves of this weather." I said brightly.

"Good morning Mr. James, yes your suite is booked, and the maids have already done the cleaning. You may check in at anytime. Fruit and flowers have been delivered as well." she replied. She handed me the key card and continued "The remote controls for the various appliances are in the left desk drawer, as well as the roof-top pool card."

"Roof-top pool card? You need a card for the pool?" I inquired.

"Oh yes, you see, it's a clothing optional pool" she replied with a smile. "Only couples booking the top suites are eligible to use it. As I said, clothes are highly optional. Between us, most visitors dispense with any clothing once they see it. Waiters and waitresses do not have clothing either, except for a little bow-tie or silk collar to distinguish them from guests."

"So do you go there often?" I asked, seeing a future conquest.

The clerk blushed as she mentioned that she often served drinks in the afternoon up there.

"Yes, I do offer waitressing, among other services that clients need." she added as her face reddened. "So, to use your key-card, just pass it in front of the sensor in the lift. Your apartment is on the top floor just below the roof, and the lift will only go up there with your key-card. If, for some reason you do not want to be disturbed, just flick on the 'do not disturb' switch right outside the lift. Nobody will come up there unless the emergency alarm or fire-bell is ringing."

We thanked her for her professionalism, picked our key-card and headed towards the lift. It resembled something out of Star Trek, all gleaming glass and chrome. We got in and I pressed the card against the infra-red sensor. the card was acknowledged with a beep and the doors hissed closed. With rapid acceleration, the elevator sped up to the seventh floor, emitted a ding, and opened up.

A short ante-corridor led to a door not more than ten feet away. This short corridor held a couple of sofas, and was adorned with plants and paintings. The color was a muted pastel yellow, brown rose-wood flooring and a white ceiling with inlaid lights completing this well thought out waiting room. 

We stared in amazement at it all. If this was the waiting room to the suite, I couldn't think what I would find behind the mahogany colored doors.

"Well. This is it." I said to Stacey. "Now is the final chance to take your decision back... or go on."

"Go back? Are you insane? Let's go grab our swim wear and head for the pool." she replied excitedly.

We both grabbed a handle, turned it downwards, and pushed the doors open. As the rooms came into view, we simply stood there in shock at the sheer beauty and opulence of the place. The doors opened into a large sitting room, with a huge domed skylight right in its centre. Another large set of doors, this time in glass, opened onto a tastefully decorated bedroom, glowing in the morning sun. 

I glanced up, and saw that another skylight was available here. No doubt the glass could be darkened or lightened at will remotely. To the right of the bedroom lay a huge bathroom, which was, in all probability, larger than my garage, which could nonetheless hold three cars easily. We laughed as we saw double toilets, one near the other. The Jacuzzi bath was absolutely huge, easily accommodating four persons. 

If the bathroom amazed me, the outer deck left me speechless. This was accessible from the left-hand side of the bedroom, and was situated on the corner of the building. It was about twenty foot by twenty feet, and contained an outdoor hot-tub, in which one could be as discreet as he wished. In fact, try as I might, I could not get a glimpse of any other apartments. The deck was decorated with large plants and shrubbery that made it impossible to see around or indeed, up or down the building.

Going back in to the sitting room, we had not noticed the two other doors leading from it, a walk-in closet and a small kitchen, which despite its' small size, was well-equipped. When I say small, it would be better to explain that it was only relatively small. I got the feeling that one could definitely live easily here.

"So" I turned to Stacey. "Shall we consummate our love here and now, or go for a swim?"

"Let's go for a swim, grab some of this beautiful sun. Would be a pity to waste it."

"OK, swimwear in two minutes." I smiled.

We broke into our suitcases, and swimsuits in hand, hustled out to the lift, wondering how we would find the roof. I need not have worried. As soon as I pressed the key-card to the detector, the touch-screen in the lift showed us our choices. One of these was the 'Amazon' roof-top pool and garden. Stacey delicately pressed the screen and the lift hissed closed. We moved swiftly upwards and waited in trepidation as the doors opened onto a vision of paradise. Birds flocked in the trees, and the path was strewn with flowers still in bloom. We reached the pool area, and stared in shock, although in reality we shouldn't have. A clothing optional pool would naturally only be frequented by people who were ready to remove their clothes. There was not a stitch of clothing in sight, and I grinned at the sight of an elderly gentleman and his wife, both badly in need of a vigorous ironing. 

I looked towards where Stacey was gazing, and I almost gasped. Three beautiful women were entwined in a passionate embrace in one of the shallow pools, tongues rippling across from one body to the other, in total abandon. A man was in their midst, cock erect as he mingled with the young flesh.

"Good morning." we heard, and we jumped at the voice of a woman. Who, except for the small black ribbon around her neck, was as naked as the day she was born. She was a beautiful brunette, a long neck holding a beautiful head with a lovely face and a 'naughty pixie' hair-style. I could hardly breathe. Besides her hair and eyebrows, she had no other trace of hair. Everything was outlined in exquisite detail.

"I am Victoria, your host. Let me lead you to the changing cubicles. Will you be opting to wear a swimsuit?"

I looked at Stacey who shook her head no. My throat dried up immediately at the thought that finally we would get to see each other as we wanted. I shook my head too, not daring to speak.

"This way then please." Victoria bowed. Her breasts were really small, but with big puffy nipples, fully erect and gleaming with sunscreen oil. As she turned I caught a glimpse of her shaved cleft before presenting me with her backside, two dimples winking at me with every step she took.

We followed her to the cubicles, which were stocked with generic swimsuits, towels and a bath-robe. I took the one next to which Stacey had just entered, and started undressing. All too late I realized that I had totally shaved my pubic hair. It was the wrong time to worry though. It was simply too late.

"Ready?" said Stacey from her cubicle.

"Let's do this!" I replied.

"We're only going swimming for God's sake...not murdering someone. On the count of three. One , two, three"

I stepped out into the sun and turned to face her...and my breath caught in my throat as I finally looked upon the body of a goddess. Her face I already knew well, but her body was revealed to me in all its' glory. I had seen her breasts briefly at home, under the shirt, but they took a different dimension here, outside in the glow of the sun. 

They stuck firmly to her chest without any hint of sag. Beautiful red nipples topped the slopes. Looking down past her breasts, I could see her tiny dimple that was her belly-button, and to my consternation, my dick began to harden. She was also clean-shaven down there, and I gasped at the size of her clitoris. Her outer lips pouted in a display of shameless sexual desire, already shining with moisture.

A gorgeous, absolutely beautiful woman. I could feel my dick heavy with desire, swinging freely, already half-engorged with blood. I could tell Stacey was looking at my dick, mouth open in wonder.

"Dear God, it's beautiful like that" she whispered. "It looks huge shaved...I do think we are going to enjoy ourselves." she said as she ogled my meat. "Dear me, it's so big...far bigger than I am accustomed to."

We moved towards each other and hugged, feeling our sun-warmed bodies finally naked against each other as we broke the ice. It seemed that if we did not stop, I would soon be sporting a full-on erection which would be difficult to hide, although in truth, looking around, there were many men with erections walking around. Naturally, nobody seemed to care, and apart from the lack of children, it all seemed like a normal resort.

We turned and grabbed a couple of towels for the sun-loungers. After the initial shyness and strangeness of the situation, we adapted quickly. We threw the towels on a couple of loungers and decided to test the waters. Unfortunately diving was not allowed, but just as well, as I could not have imagined stretching my arms with my huge tool in full view.

We slipped into the cool water, and promptly turned to each other, kissing and holding tight to each other. My rampant dick snuggled between her open legs, and she closed them on it, creating a vise that felt like a heaven. After a few minutes of groping and heaving, we had to come apart to take a couple of breaths.

"Why don't we take it easy?" I suggested. "Maybe take off the edge of all this tension. I'm sure they won't be happy with me if I had to come in this pool."

"True enough. Do you come a lot?" Stacey asked, leaning against the pool wall, and letting her body float to the surface. As her pussy broke free of the water, I could see that her clit had elongated mightily, and was now sticking out proudly of its sheath like a tiny penis.

I had no words to describe the tenderness or the beauty of that sight. I wanted to dive in and start sucking on that beautiful nubbin.

"Well, I don't know how much a lot would constitute, not knowing how much other men ejaculate, but I am fairly confident I can half-fill a typical wine-glass." I answered.

Stacey's face, previously a warm red, lost its' color rapidly until it was nearly white.

"Half a glass?" she asked.

"Give or take a few drops. That's why I don't want to lose it here."

"Good Lord, George only dribbles a few drops when he comes."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I didn't mean to cause you any problems. It's just that I am so happy being here with you. And I am so horny. 

I slid in between her legs, which she had parted to aid her in floating, and moved up to her pussy. I looked at her beautiful petals, much like a rose, and lowered my heard to suck on that gorgeous piece of woman-hood. It tasted sweet, nice and slick with her runny juices. It was so soft , tender, but firm at the same time. 

"Oh..." she moaned "I like that...I like that."

I was in no fit state to talk, so I continued sucking on her clit. Suddenly a shadow blocked the sun and I looked up. A clean limbed guy was standing behind her, long thick dick hanging limply between his legs.

"Hi. I'm Jack. I couldn't help noticing what a beautiful pair you make" he said as he held out his hand. I shook it, and Stacey, not being able to do so, simply greeted him.

"I'm Chris and this is Stacey" I told him "we're...uh..we're friends."

"That's great..listen, are you into sharing? We can make this exciting."

I looked at Stacey and she shrugged. "In for a penny, in for a pound." she said.

And with that she threw her head backwards, just within reach of his admittedly gorgeous dick. Without a word she opened wide and he leant that little bit forward until his plump head nestled between her lips. She moaned in appreciation, then let go of his dick and told us to make her come. With that she gulped down his fat dick again, as I lay there taking in the beautiful sight.

I leant down again, chewing on her nubbin, and it seemed that in no time at all she was bucking crazily in the water as she had an almighty orgasm. Her face was flushed as suddenly I could tell that Jack was coming. He grunted and speared his tool deep inside her throat. I remember thinking to myself that she would not even have to swallow since his sperm would shoot straight into her stomach. We rested for a few minutes as we were before I moved back and jumped on to the pool pavement, lying back on my elbows. 

"That was great." I said, grinning..."and I have yet to come."

"Talk to me when I get the feel of my legs back" said Stacey who still lay half-in the water, legs unashamedly splayed open, and gathering the numerous appreciative stares of men and women alike. Her face was adorned with pearl droplets of come, at which she dabbed and put in her mouth.

"What an introduction" Jack said "Here let me take care of that for you."

And before I knew what was happening, he leant down and took my huge dick in his mouth. I had never had something like this happen to me, but it was a strangely hot moment. Stacey gasped at the sheer erotic moment. I could feel my balls churning as I fought mightily to keep from coming. But it was to no avail because the moment Stacey rose out of the water and pressed her cunt to my face, I blasted Jack's throat with copious amounts of semen. He drank me like I had never been done before. A huge orgasm that saw me seeing stars. I can honestly say that I had never had such a feeling before.

My dick felt as if it was in a powerful vacuum cleaner, sucking every ounce of my fibers. I had never been in this sharing business before, but I have to honestly own up that I liked it. I didn't know whether I was able to do it to Jack myself, but I guess I would try anything once.

We settled down into a pleasant conversation among us, touching briefly on business, but turning to sports and general lifestyles. Before he left, Stacey looked at me, I nodded, and she asked him if he wanted to get together again.

"Sure, I'd love that. I am busy these two days though. Might be the end of this week."

"That's ok with us Jack. I'm sure Chris will find something to keep him busy" she laughed.

Jack smiled and took his leave, promising that he would call us.

We lay in the sun, savoring the sun in the post-orgasmic bliss that is so cool. We talked about what had happened, and to my happiness found that Stacey not only was unsurprised, but also happy that a team job had finally come to pass. It seems that it had been a fantasy of hers for a long time.

"But right now I am dying for the feel of a long hard thick cock sliding into me" she suggested.

"Well, that is one thing I can happily fix" I said as I flexed my now hardening dick.

"So what the hell are we waiting for? Let's shower off this chlorine and head inside."



The Proposition Ch. 04



The shower was another eye-opener as a number of men and women were not only using it for its' proper purpose, but also for groping and fucking each other out without any fear of reprisal from their spouses. We were astonished, but decided to go with the flow. Needless to say, Stacey was soon surrounded by a bevy of men with dicks pointing hither and thither.

She knelt down and proceeded to suck them all to a frenzy. Meanwhile, I had two or three older women who nearly swooned as they saw my tool. One of them bent over and beckoned me over to slide it inside her. I shrugged and moved closer to her. I lathered my dick with soap, and then nestled my plump dick-head to her lips. With a single thrust, I pushed my whole eight inches inside her, stopping only as I bottomed out inside her. She wailed, eyes glazed as she frigged her clitoris. It took only a few pumps to make her come noisily, and her place was taken by another old dragon. 

I decided to tease her a bit and hold-out from giving her the full treatment. This had her buckling at the knees and screaming as she came, extorting me to push harder. I was still not even close to coming, but I nearly lost it when the third mature woman started lathering up her ass-hole. I knew I would enjoy this. She was still beautiful, although a bit older than I was accustomed to. I wondered if my penis would fit inside that tiny opening.

She held tight to the shower stalls and everyone was looking at us as I set my dick-head straight up against her tiny puckered hole.

I pushed slowly, and watched in wonder as her sphincter muscle relaxed and took me straight in. I gasped at how tight she was. I looked up and there was Stacey smiling at me. She held a bottle of suntan oil and let it pour over my exposed flesh.

"Go on now...make her happy." she purred.

I obliged by pushing forward slowly. I need not have worried as the woman also thrust back, allowing me to fit in with hardly a whimper. She sighed as I began to push in and out of her in a sawing motion. It only took a couple of minutes before she started shuddering and moaning. Within a few seconds she was shrieking as her orgasm hit her mightily. I nearly came, but wanted to leave the pleasure to Stacey. The woman slid off my pole, supported by her friends as the group of people applauded.

"It's your turn now...let's do it here" I told Stacey.

"Oh..ok..let's make it special though."

I instructed two younger guys to lift her up from each side, one hand under her buttock, and the other from her ankle. I lay back and let them move towards me. It was a beautiful sight as they teased my dick with her petals. Suddenly they looked at each other and pushed her onto my tool.

She screamed as my liquid coated penis slid swiftly inside her to the hilt. I was surprised but it felt incredibly hot and erotic. Stacey had nearly passed out at the sensations she was getting. The two guys moved her in and out until she was writhing in ecstasy.

"Oh god...I'm coming" I shouted. "Take her off me."

My dick plopped open as they put her down eye-level with my cock, which was just about ready to spurt, following all the ministrations it had been through.

I bellowed as I came mightily, sperm hitting her face, blast after blast of hot cum, dripping down to her chin and her chest. Immediately after that, they laid her down and started eating her out. About six or seven people were alternately sucking and nibbling at her...two of the older women were sucking the cum off her face, while another guy was dangling what looked like a donkey's dick in her face. Meanwhile another guy was licking at her ass, poking his finger insider her backside, and Stacey came again, screaming her lungs out. My dick was being sucked again, this time by a guy with a pitifully tiny dick. 

He finally pushed me down on my knees and he thrust his tiny penis in my face. I was surprised, but did not want to disappoint him, so I opened my mouth and let him in. It was a great experience, I can say. His member felt soft but hard at the same time. 

I sucked hungrily on him, relishing the feel of another man's penis in my mouth. No wonder women enjoyed sucking so much. It felt so natural, so warm and powerful to be in such control. I felt him stiffen and groan as he unloaded a pitiful few drops in my mouth. I did not hesitate as I swallowed his spunk. He was soon spent and we separated. I looked at Stacey, who was being passed around like a rag doll, limp with exhaustion and quivering with sensitivity.

I could hardly move, let alone walk, but we managed to stagger upright and finally use the cubicles in the way they were intended, as showers. We soaped each other tenderly, taking special care not to excite each other too much, although that was an impossibility with me. We kissed deeply, drinking in each other's souls through our mouths, tongues meshing in lust. Once again my thick rod had settled between her lips, and her clit was being tastefully massaged by the ridges in my dick. 

"Oh God, I can't believe I am coming again" she moaned, as she continued kissing me.

"No problem, keep at it..don't lose an orgasm...ever ... don't lose it...come for me you beautiful woman."

And with those words her eyes glassed over again as she came in a quiet refined orgasm. Immediately I felt something hot running down my legs, and I realized that she had come so much she had squirted down my legs.

"Oh.. oh... oh... that's it..." she moaned.

Without a word she closed her eyes and hung limply on to me.. semi-conscious with the last couple of hours of emotions and tribulations.

We parted again, and finally finished washing off. We wrapped ourselves in a pair of terry-robes before we set everyone else off again, and waved goodbye to our new friends.

"We're holding a free-for-all party in our apartment on Wednesday if you want to come" said one of the older women, who I later learnt was called Eloise.

"We'll be sure to come. In more ways than one obviously!" I answered with a smile. Nothing would keep us away.

"No need to bring anything. It will be and my sisters' treat. We're turning forty-five, and we want to celebrate it with a big to-do." said Eloise.

Triplets. They were triplets. No wonder they all looked similar. We parted ways as I made my way with Stacey to our apartment.

Unlocking the door, we walked in, and she plopped onto the bed, in exhaustion.

"We have an outside deck that has a bed. Why not sunbathe over there? I'll get some drinks."

"Great idea...let's get some sun."

We moved to the outside deck, still naked as the day we were born. It had become so natural to not wear any clothes, and strangely, I felt comfortable. Notwithstanding this, my dick was in a perennial half-mast position, and I loved that feeling of having one's dick semi-hard, ready to jump into action anytime.

Stacey crawled onto the sun-bed, ass cheeks dimpling as she crawled over, pussy lips gleaming with moisture. She was so hot.

I stepped out a couple of minutes later, two margaritas in my hand. I laid the glasses down on the little table, and lay down beside her again. She snuggled over onto me, bodies glowing with pleasure and in the heat of the day. It felt amazing to be naked out in the sun.

After a few minutes of silence, she propped up her head on her arm, and let her fingers trail a way down my chest to where my pubic was supposed to be.

"It's so beautifully smooth. I love this look." she said.

When she noticed that I hadn't replied she asked me "What's up Chris? You're so quiet..."

"It's..just that... it's a great feeling to be with you. I can't explain why. Stacey, how in hell did we not end up married? I love you so much. Honestly. I have loved you forever."

"I know what you're saying. And what you're feeling. All I can say is that I honestly don't know. I'm happy with George. He's nice, and caring, but sometimes there is that spark that's missing. Don't tell me you are unhappy in your marriage?" she asked.

"Oh no, nothing like that at all. I love Jill, truly and deeply...but I think I love you as equally, if not more. And now, this proposition of yours is making my dream come true. I would love to get you pregnant, but equally, I would love to enjoy this a little more." I pointed out.

"I agree with you on this. Maybe we can get a little wife-swap thrown in. I know Jill enjoys our company, and that she enjoys other women too." she suggested.

"Well, I am sure that we could get together, but the problem is that you would have to initiate things. I don't know about her getting with George, and it would be unfair to leave him out of this. He's my friend and all, you know, I'm pretty sure he would enjoy a good fuck with Jill. We have got to make this work."

Meanwhile we were spooned together, her back to my front, and as she drew her knees upwards towards her chest, my now-hard cock was nestling between her ass-cheeks. I dropped my hand, and lowered my tool straight in front of her pussy lips and pushed slowly. The penetration was exquisite. As she lay on her side, her pussy was very tight. She started to open her legs but I held them down.

"No, it's tighter like this..." I whispered.

"Oh God, it's amazing. Leave it like that for a little while. I want to feel that big plump head at my lips."

I pumped in and out very slightly, until she began to get very wet. There was no way I could hold out anymore, and I pushed slowly, an inch at a time, until I was half-way in. The sweat was blinding my eyes and I could tell that now was the time to open up more.

"Put your right leg on my thigh, that will open you up" I told her, and she obeyed.

Just one push was all it needed to bury myself in her. She moaned and groaned at the pressure my dick was causing on her pussy walls.

"Oh...I can feel it in my stomach, it's so big. I can't ever give you up buster. Never ever. Now make love to me..."

And we made slow languid love. Not the frenzied fucking of an hour earlier, but a slow refined love session that had us gasping in extreme pleasure, being drawn to the brink of ecstasy but holding back until it became too painful to keep bottled inside.

I saw stars as I finally blew inside her, spurting rope after rope of cum in her pussy. She bucked, moaning loudly and finally screaming as her orgasm overtook her. I slumped back on the sun-bed, speechless. 

"You alright?" I asked in a hoarse whisper.

There was no reply from Stacey. She had passed out from the sheer pleasure, and I let her be. I threw a small towel over my face and laid back on the bed, totally spent. Drifting off to sleep, I smiled at this opportunity...

We awoke about an hour later, all hot and sticky. The sun was making its' way below the horizon, and guess it was this chill that had made us come to life.

We moved indoors, and after another leisurely shower, we switched on the Jacuzzi, relaxing for more than half an hour. Skin puckered and battered, the small sauna welcomed us with its heat. Stacey occupied the corner bench, pushing her shapely bottom on the corner of the two walls, with one leg to the left, and the other to the right. Within five minutes she was sweating, and as soon as I saw this sweat running down her flat stomach, over her navel, and down her puffy pussy lips, I almost grabbed her again. Instead I knelt down in front of her, and gave her a licking to remember. The bench was wide enough for me to pull her forward and push her legs as far as they could go.

My tongue lapped up her labia, straight from the perineum, up to her clitty, in long, slow, broad strokes, using the flat of my tongue. Her toes were clenching and opening again in delight as I licked her languidly. Her little rose-bud was a beautiful pucker of flesh, and I could not resist giving her a lick down there.

"Yes, do my ass. It feels so good."

I obliged her by stiffening my tongue and poking her in her little hole. She relaxed, and I could visibly see her asshole widen a little. She was spread-eagled and I had no problem in reaching every nook and cranny. My tongue licked around, lubricating the area before I pushed it in. She reached down and pulled her ass-cheeks further apart, making access even easier. She was now moaning uncontrollably. I pulled my tongue out, wet my middle-finger and pushed it in. It slid in easily, and I let some more spit dribble on my finger, which I could now push in to the hilt. 

I resumed my licking of her clit, and was surprised when she came suddenly, squirting onto my face. Thick, slick and tasty, was what I thought as I lapped her up.

"If we keep going like this, I won't be able to walk out of the hotel, let alone continue with life. I've never come so much. This was amazing. Your finger up my ass felt so right."

"Before we leave here I want my cock up your ass, and I won't take no for an answer." I told her.

"Promises, promises. How will that monster fit in my little rose?" she asked.

"Lubrication is the thing baby." I smiled as I lay back in the sauna.

Suddenly she slipped off the bench and knelt down in front of me to repay the favor. She licked the sweat off my thighs, and made her way up until she started licking at my balls, heavy and dangling. She took first one, then the other, managing to suck them in. This was great. My dick kept poking her in the eye, and finally, the moment I had been waiting for, as she tried to get her lips past my head... I sighed in ecstasy as she nibbled at my cock. 

There was no way she would fit it all in her mouth, and about half-way was all she could manage before she gagged. And I was not even fully erect yet. My dick plopped out of her mouth with an audible pop, and she let her tongue travel down towards my ass. 

I let out a sigh as she licked around my orifice, reveling in the thought where this was leading to. She licked her finger before bringing it to my ass-hole. I lifted my legs to give her better access and lubricating her finger even more, slid it completely inside of me. I sighed with pleasure as she diddled me, then lowered her head once again onto my cock. What with her finger in my anus, and her head bobbing up and down, it didn't take me long to come, and I splashed her throat with huge amounts of come. There was so much that she had to pull back to swallow, and even then, it still dribbled down the side of her face. I pulled her to me and licked my own come from her face, and mashed my lips to her in a sperm guzzling fest. We were both turned on so much that she promptly turned round, re-attached her lips to mine, and sat on my still fat dick. 

She wailed into my mouth with the pleasure this was giving her. Stacey diddled her large clit and bounced on my dick for all it was worth.

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" she kept moaning as she ground herself onto me. My huge tool was totally violating her pussy, and I could feel myself bottoming out into her cervix with every downward lunge. After about three minutes or so, I could feel myself coming again, and I jammed her onto my massive tool as I bellowed and came like a torrent into her. Stacey came again, this time screaming obscenities as she pulled at her clit and her nipples. Finally it was all over, and she slumped against me, panting and wild-eyed.

"We've got to get dressed. We've got to." she whispered between breaths. "We're going to fuck each other to death. Not that there's anything wrong with that obviously...but I'd like to have kids."

"I agree. My dick is rubbed raw and sore. I haven't come this much ever. You seem to bring out the devil in me." I replied.

"Jesus, that monster cock IS the devil. I can't get enough of it. Good job we're not married. We wouldn't get out of home much."

"I still say we would enjoy being married." I told her quietly.

"You're right. Silly phrase..." she replied as she lay against me, soft breasts against my hairless chests. One of her nipples rubbed against mine, and I swear I could feel the rush down to my toes.

"Ok. So here's the question. Will you marry me?" I asked her.

"What the hell are you saying? You're already married. And for that matter, so am I. We can't do this to George and Jill. Divorce is still a taboo here. And besides, I still love George, and I imagine that you are still close to Jill. We can't leave them."

"No, not thinking of that. But look at this. How many hours alone do we spend at work? Most hours yes? So why not be my work-wife?"

She thought about it for a moment before replying.

"That's a great idea. Your office has a private bathroom, and it could easily fit a small cupboard for a change of clothes. Like underwear."

"Ah. But there's something you don't know. We partners have a secret room. You know the file closet? There's another door inside that. And that leads to a large room that has a desk, a bed, TV, a bar, and all amenities a hard-working guy could want, including a kitchenette. These rooms, which, as you might have gathered, are for the associates, are also serviced by a private lift. And that lift can only take me to my room, no-one else's. Moreover, nobody has my office key anymore. I changed the lock, and the only keys in existence, I have in my possession. So, it would be a perfect hide-away for us. You have no idea how many times we pretend to be abroad or on leave, and actually work in peace in those offices."

"I never knew that. Obviously. It seems that you have given this a lot of thought haven't you?"

"Didn't you and George take a lot of time over this proposition?" I suggested.

"True enough. I would love to be your work-wife. No jealousy though. At the end of the day we both go to our separate lives and spouses. No extra night meetings or anything. We have more than enough time at work to make this happen successfully."

"I agree totally" I said. "I'll make you a copy of the key, so that when you arrive at work, you can let yourself in. I can assure you that most associates have this arrangement with their secretaries. Taking you into this confidence also means you get a hefty pay-rise, tax-free and in cash. I know you're not stretched for money, but it will both do you a lot of good."

Stacey hugged me tightly. We were in love again, and realized that this was a turning point in our relationship. I hoped we would not fall into a trap whereby it would be difficult to explain to our respective spouses certain demeanors, but if we only kept our intimacy confined to the office, I couldn't see how that could happen.

We turned off the sauna and had a nice relaxing shower. Finally we put some clothes on and debated whether we would order room-service or eat in the restaurant.

The restaurant won out, and we walked down to the bar for a drink.

"Oh God, I can hardly sit" whispered Stacey. "My pussy is on fire."

She sat gingerly on the high stools, but on being served with the drinks, we moved to one of the many sofas scattered around the bar. We found one where a football game was being played out on screen. We leant back and removing her sandals, curled back against me, legs beneath her in that unmistakably feminine gesture impossible to men.

Pretty soon she had nodded off, even though it was still early evening. The day had been hectic, hot, and downright tiring. I was loathe to wake her up, but I was saved by the traditional restaurant gong signaling the start of dinner.

Her eyes opened sleepily, giving me a luscious look.

"I am so hungry." she said. "I could eat a horse, hooves and all."

We got up and made our way into the restaurant, where the smell of food was overpowering our taste buds.