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Long Lunch

By: Ms_Messalina



We had planned this for some time. I had first suggested it and he laughed, until I made him understand how earnest I was, how I wanted to fulfill this desire we shared.

I helped him pick out his clothing, the deep forest green shirt setting off his coloring so well. As I buttoned his shirt and smoothed its front, I imagined how it would look later, buttons unfastening, even later soaked with your sweat, as I peeled it off of him I felt the heat growing between my legs, as did he. Kissing me sweetly at first, along my hairline and eyelids, until I sought his lips roughly and was answered with a passionate kiss. "There, there my pet. Soon, we will be together. Very soon." He caressed my thighs and lightly rubbed the secret lips there.

"You will see me kiss her, like I am kissing you now," he whispered. "All that she feels, you will have felt. When I take her clit hard in my lips, suck her and draw her out, you will know. Her thigh might block your view, but you will know by her eyes and the position of my head. And then, when she is ready, you will join me." His words made my head spin as he sank two fingers deep inside me. Wordlessly, my mouth opened in answer to this invasion. He kept pumping languorously. The thought of our cheeks touching, joined over a single sweet cunt, our breaths mingling on her, our other cheeks touching her thighs, our hands meeting as we stroked her soft ass, our tongues kissing her simultaneously was too much for me to stand. 

"Please, Sir, please, quick, I promise."

"Ari, I have to be at work."

"But I am going to be here all morning. Alone! Please?" I pleaded and as a good master, he obliged. 

"Lay down," he sighed, rolling up his right sleeve. "Do you have your little rocket?" Of course I did, and put it right against my clit while his fingers tapped my walls in a delightful hard rhythm, not as hard this time as previously, but just enough to work with the little metal balls on my clit until he felt the waves of my coming.

"There. I HAVE to go. Be good," he kissed me as he left and I sank down to wait.

He had given me free reign in his walk in closet and I made the most of my time there. I was so very careful not to disturb anything that might be noticed. I had moved in some pillows, brought in lots of magazines and such, in case I was there longer than I thought. For now, though, I made myself at home in front of his television. 

He had left me a variety of tapes and I began to browse through them. I was in the mood for something with lots of hard big cocks, so I fast forwarded until I found a scene that I was riveted to. The woman's long straight black hair was soaked, from sweat or cum I could not tell. Her back was straight, revealing a slim waist and the prettiest ass, two little dimples above the round cheeks. Men stood all around her, pumping their long shafts. I began to stroke my lips, just playing, not getting too serious. 

But as she turned her face to the right to engulf the erection that had just been rubbing against her cheek, I thought of myself there, so many men waiting to have my soft, strong tongue bring them off, taste their fluids, swallow them, if they were lucky. I watched as so many men came on her, enjoying the variety of sizes and colors and shot patterns. Some men dribbled as she held her tongue out. Others shot straight and true into her neck and face. She caressed her own breasts as some men came on them and she rubbed the hot sperm into her nipples and licked her fingers before she began fingering herself. This sight was enough to get me off, my little spasms sweet, but I knew they would be nothing like what I would soon feel.

Satisfied, or at least pacified, for now, I rose off the couch and settled in to pass the time. I knew it would be at least a couple of hours before he came home, but when he got there, I also knew there would be little time for rest.

Long Lunch



We had been talking on ICQ for over a year. I learned a lot about her. Her husband, her kids, her life, the business they were trying to sell, her plans to emigrate. At a little while she seemed interested in playing on line but then something changed. Her husband knew she was talking to men online and wasn't real happy about it. As we got more and more sexual on line I think she realized that what we were getting closer to doing would be considered cheating by most everyone including herself. By this time we had become good friends so when she told me we couldn't keep on playing in a sexual way, I accepted it and we simply kept developing our friendship. Every now and then, we would still tease each other, but she didn't want things to go very far so we always stopped before doing anything she would be ashamed of.

This went on for a year or so. During this, she and her husband has sold their business, her son and his family had emigrated and were living in L.A. and she had moved in with them. Her husband was planning on coming over later after finishing up some other business. She had been lived with her son and his family for about 4 months when I got sent to L.A. on business.

We had half joked about meeting for lunch if I was ever in town, never really thought it would happen and we weren't sure it was a good idea. We had found each other to be very appealing as we talked over the past year plus. She was not happy with her sex life, feeling her husband wasn't adventurous enough in that part of their life. She knew that wouldn't be a problem with me.

So despite the danger, she agreed to meet me for lunch at a beach-side restaurant in Venice Beach. In the days leading up to my trip, we joked about the naughty things we could buy, the things we shouldn't do when we met. At some point I told her not to wear panties or a bra, she just laughed. We agreed that lunch would be nice, but that we would have to behave. Neither of us wanted to do anything she would regret later, nothing that would endanger her marriage. That was the agreement and I was prepared to stick to it. Really I was.

I arrived at the appointed restaurant a little early, dressed for L.A. Shorts, a collared shirt and sandals. I went ahead and got a table on the patio. It was a beautiful day. We had exchanged many pics (including some nudes of me) so we knew who we were looking for. I saw her walking up the sidewalk. I was stunned. Based on what we had discussed, I expected her to be dressed somewhat conservatively. I was wrong. She was wearing a short skirt, and a tight blouse. It was clear as I watched her walk that she didn't have on a bra. She saw me looking at her and waved. She joined me at our table. I stood up to greet her, planning on a handshake or maybe a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She came to me, took my hand and brought her lips to mine. Not a big kiss. But a kiss anyway.

She sat down as I held her chair. As I moved back to my seat, I just ran my hand down her arm. We ordered drinks and just looked at each other for a while. Then we laughed. It was a little weird. I was having a debate with myself. I found her to be very attractive and the way she was dressed, the kiss, the little touches had me horny and wanting to bend her over the table and fuck her right there in the restaurant. But I had promised that I would behave. The good side and the evil side would continue this debate throughout lunch. Eventually one side would have to win.

We had a nice lunch. I had some seafood linguini and she had a Caesar salad. We spent the time eating and talking and laughing, occasionally touching hands, or feet. Every contact was noticed. It was like a little spark of electricity. Raising the tension. Meanwhile my internal battle continued. As she laughed, I could she her nipples jiggling against her blouse. For dessert, we shared a piece of cheese cake covered with strawberries. All in a all a wonderful meal.

Once the cheesecake was all gone and the bill settled, we decided to go for a walk on the boardwalk. As we left the restaurant my hand found hers. More sparks. I knew we would get along well, that was clear from our on-line chats. We were just totally at ease with each other. We continued to talk and laugh and smile and enjoy the view. We walked out onto the boardwalk leading out to the pier. We stopped into one of those shops selling tourist trinkets. I bought her a little stuffed bear. We saw one of those photo booth and stepped in to get our picture taken.

Four pictures. The first picture was just a sort of standard picture, us cheek to cheek grinning at the camera. In the next picture I was giving her a peck on the cheek. Picture three she gave me a peck in the cheek. Nothing real intense yet. Then picture four.

Picture four changed everything. After her peck on the cheek, I turned to look at her. Something in her eyes said kiss me, so I did. I leaned forward bringing our lips closer together, so did she. Our lips met, my mouth opened, her mouth opened and our tongues me in the middle. I didn't expect this. The whole lunch date had changed in a brief electric instant. The camera flashed, the little strip of pictures slid into the tray, but the kiss didn't stop. I felt her hands on my shoulders then her arms around me. We moved closer together bodies molding into each other. Then, as if she had just come out of a dream, she pulled away from me. She had this look. Lust, and fear, and confusion all at the same time. This was much more than she had planned on doing, this date or any other date with me.

But I think she liked it. She just smiled a little and took my hand. I grabbed that little strip of pictures and we left the booth, me holding the strip of picture, her carrying the little stuffed bear. As we left the shop, I put my arm around her and she moved closer to me. We walked along the boardwalk and out onto the pier. My arm around her shoulder, and her arm around my waist. We walked to the edge of the pier, and stopped to look out at the Pacific Ocean. She turned and leaned against the railing, I moved in behind her, wrapping my arms around her. Not exactly fondling her breasts, but rubbing them with my arms, she pushed back against me, molding her body against mine again. I could feel my cock starting to harden, I assumed she could as well. We stood like that, my body molded against her back, her leaning against the railing. We just talked and laughed and smiled.

I felt her pushing back from the railing so I moved back to give her some room. She turned to face me and moved closer to me. Her face turned up to mine and we kissed again. Our mouths opened, our tongues met and danced their own wonderful dance. I felt her arms wrap around my neck as her body to mine. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest. She pushed her hips forward and I know she could feel my erection pushing on her belly. The kiss got more intense, more sexual. I reached up and started to fondle her breast. She pulled me closer, harder into the, her mouth almost attacking mine. After a kiss that seemed to last forever, she relaxed her grip on me and we ended our kiss.

But we were still holding each other. My hand fell away from her breast, we smiled. I took her hand and we started walking back up the pier. We didn't talk much as we walked. I was hoping my hard on didn't show too much, I didn't know what would happen next. We got back to the restaurant where we should have gone our separate ways. We didn't. I took her in my arms. We should have been saying good bye. We weren't. I should have kissed her on the cheek, maybe a hug, but I didn't.

I kissed her. She kissed back. My arms wrapped around her, my hands found her ass. I pulled her close to me, and she grabbed me harder. We kissed and then we kissed some more. People were having to walk around us on the sidewalk. Diners were watching us. My hand wandered up to her breast. I could feel her nipples under my fingers, getting harder. Her breathing got quicker. She molded herself closer to me. We should have gone to our separate cars, but we went to mine. It was not a spoken decision, we just moved that way. When we broke from our kiss, I just put my arm around her and we walked to my car. I opened the door for her and she just got in. I watched her slide into the seat, watched her legs, hoping to see a flash of panty. I looked at her breasts with her nipples poking against the soft material of her blouse. I closed her door and moved to my side.

As I opened my car door and got into the car I just looked over at her. It took a second for me to recognize what had changed. I then realized what it was, she had opened another button on her blouse. Just looking over I could see her nipple. I had felt it and knew it was large. I had seen its outline through the blouse and knew it was long. Now I could see it and it was magnificent. The color of chocolate, thick as my little finger and about very long. I leaned over to kiss her and my hand found its way into her blouse. Feeling her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. I pulled back to my seat, and put on my seat belt. I got the car started and headed away from the pier. I was excited and anxious and nervous and a little confused. I laid my hand on her thigh, feeling her bare skin and pushing her skirt up.

But I had to stop. I had made a promise and hard as it was, I was going to keep it. At least that was my intention. I pulled off the road, into a strip mall parking lot. I looked at her and asked her if this was what she really wanted. I was very fond of her and didn't want to get laid only to lose my friend from a massive case of the "Oh No's". So I stopped in front of 'El Rodeo Family Mexican Restaurant' and asked her. "Maria, what is happening here? We had agreed that we would remain friends, that becoming lovers would violate your vows. I agreed to respect that. Now it seems as if you are willing to go where we had agreed not to go." I took her hand and put it between my legs where she could feel my hard on. "Clearly I want you, but I don't want to do anything you will regret later."

She kept her hand on my hard on, and leaned over to kiss me. I turned to her and we started to kiss hard, out tongues mixing and mingling. She broke away from the kiss and settled back into her seat. She just looked at me and said, "Shut up and take me to your room."

So I did.

It was a short drive to my hotel, and my hand was on her thigh the whole time. We got to the hotel garage. I parked between two huge SUV's, something I would not normally do, but it gave us a little privacy in the garage. I un-hooked my seatbelt, then hers and leaned over to kiss her while reaching into her blouse to play with her nipples. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me with a passion and intensity that took my breath away. She then pushed me back into my seat, and leaned over my crotch. She unzipped my pants and pulled my erection out. It felt so good in her hand, so small and warm. Then she took me in her mouth. I was in heaven. She sucked me for a few minutes, reaching into my pants to play with my balls. I was close to coming when she sat back up, buttoned up her blouse and started to get out of the car. I zipped up as quick and I could and got out as well.

We walked, hand in hand to the elevator. Once in the elevator we started to kiss again. I reached down and started to rub her pussy through her panties. Then I kneeled down and pulled them off her. As the elevator took us up to my floor, I started to lick and blow on her luscious snatch. The bell rang in the elevator as it slowed at my floor. I stood up and draped my arm around her shoulders, my left hand resting on her hard nipple. As the door opened, an older couple was waiting to get in. The could see where my hand was. We just smiled and headed off to my room.

As we walked down the hallway to my room, she put her arm around me and started to play with my ass. I got my key card out and opened the door. The door opened in and we almost fell into the room. We started to kiss again, with my hand on her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. She broke from the kiss and pushed me back. She went to the TV and turned on the jazz radio station. Kenny G was on playing one of his many love songs. She closed her eyes and started dancing to the music. As she danced, she started to open the remaining buttons on her blouse. She opened her blouse and let it fall to the floor. I had seen her breasts, but never this openly. They were beautiful. Dark chocolate brown nipples on absolutely perfect breasts, dark and perfectly shaped. Still dancing slowly she unzipped the side of skirt and let it fall to the floor. Wonderful. Light brown skin, black hair, brown eyes, toned dancers legs, neatly trimmed pussy hair. Absolutely Wonderful.

I stood there transfixed, staring at absolute beauty. She walked towards me and started to unbutton my shirt. She removed my shirt and then started to open my pants. I could do little but stand there as she slowly undressed me. My pants fell to my ankles, and I stepped out of my sandals and pants. I was almost in a trance, then she touched my cock. I had been hard since the pier and it was so hard it almost hurt. I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I moved between her legs and started to attack her pussy with my lips and tongue and teeth and fingers.

She lay back and started moaning. The first time I slid a finger into her juicy wetness she flinched but then she spread her legs as I felt her hand on the back of my head, pushing my mouth onto her lips. She started to buck her hips, pushing herself into my face. I would take my tongue from the little place between her ass and her lips and lick all the way to her clit, sliding it as deeply as possible into her. Then I would suck her clit between my lips and just run the tip of my tongue back and forth over her little nub.

She started to moan, her legs closed around my head, her hand pushed me even harder onto her sex. I was licking and nibbling and sucking and she was bucking and moaning louder and louder. As she approached her orgasm, she started bucking and thrashing around the bed like a woman possessed. Her legs were squeezing my head, her hips were pulsing, she was moaning louder and louder. Then the dam broke. She went rigid, squeezing my head even harder, and her juices just flooded from an already drenched pussy. I was licking as best I could, trying to lap up all the juice she was giving me.

I slowed down on her pussy as she began to relax, her legs let go of my head. I looked up and started to move up beside her, she pulled my face to hers. We kissed deep and hard then she started to lick her pussy juices from my mouth and chin. We started kissing again and then she pushed me onto my back.

She moved over me and took my cock into her hand.

She lowered herself onto my cock, engulfing me in warmth and moisture and pleasure.

Her hips met mine.

She just stayed there for a minute. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock. Then she lifted herself up until I was barely in her. She dropped herself down on me again and started to ride my cock

It was like nothing I had ever felt before. She was squatting on me, resting on the balls of her feet, not on her knees. As she moved up and down her pussy was grabbing me. She threw her head back and closed her eyes, lost in the sensation of our union. I reached up and started to play with her wonderful breasts. Pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers. Taking her whole breast in my hand and squeezing. And she continued to slide up and down on my cock. It was the most incredible feeling, her pussy grabbing my cock, the walls of her pussy rubbing along its head. I had been hard a long time and wouldn't last long. I told her so and she just kept going, her strokes getting longer and longer, my cock almost coming out of her pussy before she would lower herself back down until she had my cock buried deep in her pussy. I could feel it coming. This orgasm started in my toes. My whole body started to twitch. I was moaning and cursing and grunting. I had no control over anything and then the gates opened. She pushed her pussy down on me hard and leaned over to kiss me. I could feel my cock twitching and squirting and twitching and squirting again. I don't think I ever came so much or so long or so hard. And all the time she is kissing me and pinching my nipples. One last pulse through my cock and I was done. My cock started to soften and my whole body went limp. I couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't talk. She started to slowly stroke up and down on my cock as it went soft until my cock popped out of her pussy and fell on my thigh.

"That was even better than I imagined" she said. I didn't really understand. We had had very little foreplay and it wasn't clear to me that she had cum, but she seemed very happy.

"I'm glad you had a good time" I said, "but I am hoping that we have more time."

"I have all afternoon." she told me as she lay next to me.

I was reaching the point where I could move again and I started to stroke her face, brushing gently across her cheek and dragging my fingernails lightly across her forehead. She closed her eyes and relaxed. I rolled towards her and started to kiss her face. Her eyes, her cheeks, her chin and her forehead. Kissing her and there and the other place. Then I started kissing my way down. Nibbling on her ears, kissing and biting her neck licking her chest. Then I reached her breasts. I was having a religious experience. I was worshiping at the body of a goddess. I kissed and licked all around her breasts, but I only "accidentally" brushed he nipples and I explored the most magnificent breasts I had ever seen. Her eyes were closed and her skin was flushed. I could feel her raising herself to get closer to my mouth.

I gently took her left nipple into my mouth. I heard her take a deep breath as my tongue and lips and teeth started to tease and play with her nipple. I started to roll her other nipple between my fingers. I played with her nipple, rolling my tongue around it, flicking it with the tip of my tongue, blowing it dry, biting it gently, then harder. As I bit down, she grabbed my head and pulled it onto her breast. I opened my mouth and took as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. Flicking her nipple with my tongue and dragging my teeth on her skin until my teeth closed around her nipple once again. She was starting to moan don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop. Almost whispering, almost whimpering, lifting herself up to push her breast towards me and then she started to rock her hips. Her body went rigid as her orgasm hit. He face was almost contorted and blissful at the same time. She was breathing short and fast breathes. I lifted my mouth off of her nipple and just flicked it with my tongue, then pulled away and blew on it until it was dry. Her body started to relax as I lay next to her. I reached for her right nipple to keep playing with it and she pushed my hand away. My hand made its way down towards her pussy and she pushed it away again. "Don't" she said, "Let me recover" and then she pushed me back on the bed and lay her head on my chest, on hand on tweaking my nipple and one leg thrown over mine. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a gentle hug.

Her breathing changed, her hand stopped moving and it seemed she was asleep. I don't know if I have ever been as content as I was at that moment. I was in bed with an incredible and beautiful woman, we had shared pleasure the likes of which I had never known, and she was sleeping on me. Nothing in the world outside mattered at that moment and everything in the room was perfect. She woke with a little bit of a start and looked into my eyes. A smile, almost evil, incredibly blissful came to her face. "I think I fell asleep."




Long Lunch



"You did and the world was frozen in perfection."

She smiled and moved her mouth to me. We kissed. Then we kissed again. Then she started to kiss me all over my face. "Its your turn now. Just lay back and let me take care of you." Then she was everywhere. She kissed or licked or bit me on the cheeks, forehead, nipples, toes, belly button, ears, hips, stomach, hands. She paid particular attention to my hands, kissing each hand over and over then slowly licked each finger then sucked each finger into her mouth and pulled it out slowly. I was approaching sensory overload. The music, the smell of her sex, the memory of how if felt while she rode me, the feeling of her lips and tongue on my fingers and then she started to pinch and pull my nipples. I discovered at that moment how much I enjoyed having my nipples played, and played with hard. She was biting and pinching and pulling on my nipples and I didn't know what to do how to react. Pain and pleasure all blended together as she moved from one nipple to the other, and back. I felt myself pushing my nipples towards her for her attention and then pulling away from the pain. No one had ever been this rough with them. All I knew is that they were getting sore and I was getting hard. I learned that there is a very thin line between pleasure and pain and she kept me balanced on that line. It hurt sooo good.

Then I felt her hand wrapped around me. She stroked it and then started to drag her fingernails up and down my shaft. The woman was an artist with pain and pleasure. She seemed to know just where the line was. She moved down and took me in her mouth. Slowly her mouth rose and fell on my cock. I could feel her lips and hand as they stroked up and down me. And she knew how to use just enough teeth. Anymore would have been painful, any less would have not felt as good. I was balanced on the edge of pleasure and pain and didn't know which way I wanted her to go. Up and down she went. Tongue, lips, teeth. She was playing with my balls, searching with her hands for the edge of pain there as well. She lifted her mouth off my erection and took my balls, one at a time into her mouth. Sucking and squeezing and licking. While she was eating my balls she was stroking my cock, sometimes with just her hand around it, sometimes scratching it with her fingernails. Back and forth between pleasure and pain. Sucking my balls and stroking my cock, biting my balls and scratching my cock and back and forth. She played me like a violin. Never letting me recover, never letting me cum, never getting far from the edge of pain. Heaven and Hell at the same time.

She started to kiss her way up my body, stomach, belly button, nipples, neck, ears and then she kept on going up, presenting her chest and then her nipples to my mouth, then giving me her stomach then . . .

"Eat me!" as all she needed to say. I could see my cum hanging on her hair, I could taste my cum mixed with the glorious juices from her pussy. She moved her pussy to my mouth and I started looking for her clit with my tongue. I found it and shifted her on my face to bring her button between my lips. I was tapping her clit with my tongue then pushing my tongue as deep into her wetness as my tongue reach then licking her clit the nibbling her lips then brushing against her clit with my teeth. I reached up and started to pinch and pull and rub her nipples. Her eyes were closed and her head was tossed back. She started to buck her hips on my face, pushing her pussy harder down on my face, squeezing my head between her thighs. At some point I think she was truly sitting on my face with all her weight and then it hit. She started to moan and whimper again and her legs started to close around my head. She was pushing herself down on my face, hips bucking. She came and came and came. Her pussy was gushing, flowing with nectar. I couldn't keep up with it.

Then she stopped. She lifted herself off my face and fell on to the bed. I moved to her, my hips over hers and slid inside her. I wasn't going to last long and I think she knew it. I started to pump slowly but soon I was pounding. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders. It was primal. The feeling was incredible. After everything we had done, I knew that we were going places that neither had ever been before. I would draw my cock almost out of her then drop back in our hips meeting and then do it over and over again. Faster harder. I knew what was coming. I was grunting and mumbling and cursing and pounding. And she was meeting me stroke for stroke. Making her own sounds, screams, groans, speaking in languages I didn't understand.

She started first. She was screaming my name, over and over and over again. And then I started. I came and came. I would thrust deep into her and hold it there, feeling my cum squirt from the head. Then I would stroke my cock almost out and then back again and cum again. Its like I was trying to shove my entire self into her. And then I collapsed. I let her legs go and lay on top of her. My cock still buried deep inside her. My head resting on her shoulder.

I don't know how long we lay like that, but I could feel myself getting soft and I rolled off her. I lay next to her and she moved so she was laying on me, her head on my chest, her leg draped over mine and I felt her start to relax. We were both spent. 

We lay one the bed, half asleep, half in heaven, completely content. "I can't stay much longer" she said.

"I know."

"I need to take a shower before I leave. I can't go home looking and smelling like this."

"Do you want me to wash your back?"

"I just want you." She said as she got up and headed to the bathroom.

I followed her in and just marveled at her beauty as she got the shower started. She got into the shower and I grabbed a wash clothe and joined her. I lathered up the clothe with the hotel soap and started to wash her. I started with her face, washing away any evidence of our afternoon. I washed her breasts then sucked them. I scrubbed her back and down into the crack of her ass. I lathered up my hands and started to wash her pussy. Sliding one, then two, soapy fingers in and out, making sure there was no cum in her hair, feeling her clit respond. Then I slid a finger into her ass. She grabbed my hand and I thought she was going to pull me out, but she just slowed me down. I slowly slid my finger deep into her ass. Then pulled it out. I worked my way down her legs, washing each leg then each foot, rubbing soap between each toe and then started to work my way back up. Up her legs, I moved my mouth to her pussy and licked her pussy one last time. Back to her breasts, nipples still hard and proud. 

Then she started to wash me. First my face, then down to my chest. She washed it, then let it rinse in the shower then took each nipple in her mouth. Pain and Pleasure. She washed down my belly and then wrapped my cock with the wash clothe, making sure that it was all clean. She took my into her mouth, one last time. I could feel myself starting to get a little hard but knew that our time together was almost over.

We were both clean and were out of time. She turned the water off and we both took towels. I started to dry her off. Drying her breasts then sucking her nipples again. I got her dry all over and then she dried me off.

We walked back into the bedroom. "I have to have a picture." I said. She just smiled and watched as I got my camera out of my pants and turned towards her. She looked perfect. Standing there almost glowing, beautiful, natural. I turned the camera on and took a picture of her just standing there. Then she sat down on a chair and crossed her legs and I took another. She pulled her legs up, her ankles crossed, looking over her knees. I knew instantly that I had the picture I would always treasure. She was clearly naked, but nothing was exposed. And the look on her face was almost angelic.

Then she stood up and started to dress. I had her panties in my pocket from when I took them off her in the elevator. I told her I was keeping them.

And I started to dress as well.

And then it was time to go.

I don't think we said a thing. I held her hand as we made our way back to my car. My hand was on her thigh for the drive back to the pier and to her car.

"I don't regret this at all" she said "but you know we can't ever do it again."

"I know. I still want to talk to you online though"

"I would like that." Then she was gone. She got out and walked to her car, waved once and got in.

I didn't see her online for a week or so.

Then one night I was one and saw her come in.

"Hello there" I typed.

"Hello lover" she replied. "When are you coming back to town?"



Long Lunch



Hi guys, 

We usually use stories to indulge in fantasy, but sometimes it's just so good you don't have to embellish at all, this one is 100% true. As always, we love to hear from you in comments or messages, and feel free to read and comment on our other stories.

j&j

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We try to be spontaneous and keep sex fresh, because we don't want to be one of the couples who grow apart because it's just too difficult to keep life clear enough to make time for each other. It can be difficult, we are at least as busy as everyone else, but we have been able to do most of what we have planned. This has varied, from making time to get away to Vegas for the weekend, or Jill letting me finger her as we drove down I-15 in my VW, to having a few drinks at a strip club, and watching Jill get more excited than she would have admitted before. (Or after, for that matter.) It doesn't always work out as planned, but sometimes, everything works out PERFECTLY.

I had recently reflected, that as much as we try, it still becomes routine. The same things on the same days of the week. It's always at night, because we only have so much free time to ourselves without munchkins running around. But she knows, one of the things I love most is to see her naked in daylight, and to be able to fuck her so hard she can't stay quiet.

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Jill trades kids for a couple of hours with a neighbor, and Tuesday I sent her a quick email. Now from work, I have to be careful, I can't be explicit, and I never access our 'adults only' accounts. I just asked her if the kids would be gone if I came home for a long lunch. She didn't respond, but when I went home, she was sitting at the computer finishing up some work. She said, "Let's go, I still have to shower before I pick up the kids."

I peeled off the uniform and left it in a place where I could easily put it back on quickly, and when I went into the bedroom, she was already naked, on the bed with one knee slightly raised.

I got on top of her and started kissing her. I kissed all down her cheek, neck and up to her ears. As my cock started getting hard, I let it rub on her clit. I licked over her collar bone down to her tits, tasting her salty skin, moving down to her nipples.

I roughly stretched her legs apart and started eating her pussy. She warmed up VERY quicly. I looked up at her and told her, "The house is empty." It has been so long since we had the empty house to ourselves in the daylight, we had forgotten what it means to be able to do whatever we want.

She told me to slap her pussy. I did, she grunted with pleasure, "Keep doing it, just like that!" I slapped her clit and her nipples, until she was yelling out loud. I kept licking her, she said, "I can smell it, come up here," and licked herself off of my face. I started fucking her hard, meaning to make her cry out, and it worked. Then she pushed me back and moved my cock to her mouth. she sucked me hard, and licked my balls.

Then she pushed me back and got on top of me. I know when she does this, she wants me to love her breasts, and I did, I sucked hard on both nipples, and pulled them together to suck them both at the same time. I sucked, licked, and nibbled at the undersides of her tits while she was fucking me. Then she pushed me back and leaned her head all the way back, holding herself up with her hands.

I'm telling all of you, there is no hotter woman in the world than my wife, when she's riding my cock, and I can look all the way up from her pussy, to her belly, and her 36c tits, with her head back. The world can end right there.

After she came a few times, I rolled her back over, and lifted her feet up to my chest, and I licked at her toes while I fucked her. I didn't want it to end, but I looked at her, and just rammed harder until I told her I was going to come. I exploded in her as I felt her contract around my cock, I held her legs out and pushed in again and again until we couldn't move.

I helped her up, and we took a quick shower together. She went to get the kids, I went back to work. The spontaneity doesn't always line up for us, but it sure as hell did that day.



Long Lunch Ch. 2



I had enjoyed the little edge-smoothing orgasm felt at the sight of the tapes and now I was ready to do a little detective work. But first, I needed to clean up a little.

I stepped into the shower knowing that as I lathered myself with his soap, I would be reaching another level of intimacy with him. Just a reminder of him across my wet naked body, so clean and so dirty. I wanted to be really clean for him and the woman he was bringing for us to enjoy. I spread white bubbles across my breasts, enjoying their firmness and the responsiveness of my nipples. I knew that they were just fringe benefits for him, but I hoped that the woman would be pleased with them. I soaped up my lips and ass, feeling the familiar stirrings, but rather than indulge, I told myself no. I wanted to save something for him and her. Warm water soothed me a little and I felt like I was ready to begin my investigation. After drying off and smoothing a little of his aftershave on my legs, I slipped into the white silk kimono I had brought with me. 

I started in his closet. I noted his shoes, the ones obviously for work, the ones used on the weekends. I remembered how much I loved to see him dressed up, how sure and slick he always looked. I liked the beautiful rich hues, wines and greens and blues of his shirts. I ran my hands across them, hung in a system only he could figure out and, as I did so, I lowered my nose to them and inhaled deeply. That heavy, dark scent that I associated with him was there, but faint and ghostly, making me yearn for him all the more. I was beginning to feel a little lonely, surrounded by him with him not there. His scent, his memory, his clothes and goods and pictures of him, but not him. 

To console myself, I took a white dress shirt off of a hanger. Removing my own silk robe, I slipped it on, feeling the sleeves slide across my arms like his hands. As I buttoned only the top button, it felt like his arms around me and I was comforted again. But I needed one of his ties to make me really happy. I knew the one I wanted, the one he had used on me before and I was not disappointed to find it laid across a doorknob, both casual and planned. I had an idea that he had left it where he could find it for later. I draped it around my neck, feeling slightly silly for not ever learning how to tie one properly. Luxuriating in his clothes, I felt the need for something of myself.

I rummaged through the little bag of tricks I had brought with me for the occasion and found the white lace thong. Demure, but still sexy. So feminine next to his tie and shirt. I put my hair up on top of my head and went in to apply some make up. I knew I wouldn't need much, so just a little mascara and lipstick and powder to remind him that I was ready to play the role he had in mind for me. After glancing at myself in the mirror, I believed I was ready for him and our friend to arrive.

I took my place back in the closet as the appointed time drew close. I knew he liked a relatively early lunch, and I didn't want the other woman to be ill at ease, so I hid a bit early. This piqued my anticipation all the more. He had told her he wanted her to meet his pet. She agreed, smart girl, taking any chance to be at home alone with him during the day. And though he had not deceived her, I was not sure how much she actually knew. I was also sure that any woman lucky enough to come home with him would certainly agree to whatever he had in mind. Little did she know he almost, almost, had to be talked into it.

I heard several cars drive by and, like a true pet, stirred each time, hoping my master had returned with a new toy for me. Eventually, one car stopped. I waited breathlessly as I heard him unlocking the front door. As soon as I heard his voice and hers, I felt a little sad. I knew the plan was for him to begin, and when the time was right, motion me to the bed, but I had spent so many hours thinking of this moment that my already shallow reserves of patience were drained. I breathed deeply to calm myself, remembering that this was my idea, that I asked for this and I knew the risks. I just hoped the rewards would be worth it.

The dogs barked in their room and he let them out to run around and meet his new friend. New to them anyway. He knew her from work and had flirted outrageously with her. She admired the house and made small talk, but I could tell by her voice that he had already begun to rub her back. My breath came faster and I felt the heat begin. 

Just the thought of him, soon to be bringing her to me like an offering, breaking her in, breaking her down, showing her the joy of his hands, was enough to make me shiver. I listened for the gap in sound and was not disappointed. The silent kisses, louder than words, more eloquent than sighs, confirmation that her lips were locked in his. I knew it would not be long until I had in my sights the most beautiful images I could imagine.

My hand strayed down to my braless nipples, stroking them to the unseen rhythms of their kisses and pressings. Body against body, hands moving so searchingly over each other as my own hands sought my sex. Wet, pouting, heavy I found it. Just the tiniest tip of a finger did I use, as I heard the door to his bedroom open.



Long Lunch Ch. 3



The smallest crack I could manage I left open in his closet. Later, when he had unhinged her brain as he had done mine so often, I would open it wider for a better look. 

I could see him lead her into the room; she did not lag behind. Master that he is of the art, he positioned himself so I could see both of them in profile and so that, when he turned her back to him so that she could see the two of them in the mirror, while her eyes were riveted on their reflection or closed in desire, he could look into the closet to see my face. 

I was struck by her legs. She was taller than him, just a bit, helped out by her heels, but her legs were clearly longer than average. I noted she had not worn any hose and that piqued my curiosity. Was she, like me, a woman who enjoyed wearing nothing underneath her skirt when an encounter was imminent? Did she enjoy her lovers' hands searching for the non-existent line of delineation? The sigh and smile when they realized there was something missing and therefore more than could ever meet the eye? 

I didn't have long to let this image play on my mind, because I wanted to see her face. Her shoulder length, dark brown hair was thick and shiny, like a Latina or an Asian, but her face was neither. I could not tell the color of her eyes from my position, but I did note with rising desire her lips, red and glossy, and the relative lack of much other make-up. I liked that and the fact that her eyelashes and eyebrows seemed heavy and dark. She must be a beauty nude, her pale skin in contrast to her dramatically dark hair and lips. 

She reached to stroke his chest through the shirt. He slipped a hand over her ear and held her hair while pulling her to him for another kiss. In profile, the two of them were amazingly beautiful. She removed her shoes to be closer to him and he stepped back to watch her. Bending down, he held one silky calf in his hand while she removed the second shoe and he began to kiss her there, slowly, softly, just stroking her skin and I melted a little just as she did. She stoked his face and head, pulling him back up to her and as he rose, he let his hand trail up her thigh to her ass, cupping it as those voluptuous ruby lips covered his mouth again. 

When the kiss broke, she laid her head on his shoulder and she turned his head to the side, facing me, giving me a look that almost sent me to the edge. It was clear from the shape of his pants that he was aroused mightily by this, but from his face, I could tell he was also anxious to have me join them but he knew he had to take time slowly with her. He was going to be asking a lot from her, but from the conversations the two of them had shared at work, he did not think she would be averse to the presence of another woman. He smiled at me a little, raised an eyebrow and returned his attentions to her neck. 

As he kissed her there, his hands found their way to her breasts, caressing them and then pinching the nipples through her sea green sweater. Her breasts were ample, not too large, but pretty and right for her frame. The long flowered print skirt she wore was slit up the sides and fell attractively over her curvaceous ass, where I could see his hand returning. He used the side slits to snake beneath the garment and, after a little probing, pulled down a beautiful pair of white lace bikini panties. She stepped out of them obligingly, smiling sweetly at him, and though she did not know it, in my direction as well. 

Watching him seduce this beauty, watching him disrobe and disarm her, had the desired effect on me. From my far corner, I let a lone finger stray between my dampening slit, linger on my clit a little, tracing circles there, just teasing, until I could find his hand there. 

She began to unbutton the shirt and he let her, stroking her hair and whispering to her, telling her how he wanted her. I could hear her moan a little as she kissed his chest and kneeled before him. As her pale hands undid his zipper and button, he moved a little to help her slip the trousers over his hips. He did not wait, either, as he pushed the cotton shorts down with his pants, revealing you perfectly erect cock. Dry now, stiff, but not straining, just ready to do her bidding. And as she lowered her lips to his head, I felt another twinge of envy. How wonderful to feel his head between her lips for the first time. I brought my own slippery fingers to my lips, timing my strokes and sucks with hers, tasting myself. I imagined his head slipping down my throat when I realized she was trying to deep throat him, but could not. Maybe, I thought, I shall teach her. Show her how he likes it done. Use him as a practice field. Every time she got it right, I would reward her by letting her kiss me. . .I drifted a little, but could not concentrate on that fantasy because of the reality unfolding in front of me. 

I watched his eyes, not yet comfortable enough to close, his mouth moving in little whispers of yes. I wanted to come out then, take part in this, but he pulled her off, her hand still stroking him and led her to the bed. Standing before him, she began unbuttoning her own sweater, letting it fall to the floor as he watched the display. He tugged her skirt down revealing a full dark triangle of hair, so different from the little strip that was all he had left me. Her silky skin looked smooth and vulnerable. Her beauty was palpable, surprising even him in his reaction, the swelling between his legs now accompanied by the tiniest dewy pearl. He rubbed it around his head, teasing her with the sight of it. Lifting his fingers to his mouth, he fed her, let her lick his fingers and then, kissing her, he began to slip those shiny digits in and out of her labia. Feeling the lips swollen and the hole slick, he pushed the first finger in to her and left it there, motionless. Her eyes closed in silent joy, waiting to see what he would do, the anticipation causing her to tremble as she contracted her walls around him. That was all the encouragement he needed. 

Pushing her on to her back, he laid her out on the bed. "Hold your knees," I heard him say, but she was already ahead of him there. Her cunt spread for both of us, I was amazed to see him sink two fingers into it, stroking her slowly, letting her get used to the rhythm, rocking her hips to meet his fleshy hands. I thought of the ecstasies he had driven me to just like this. How slick his fingers became, the blur of his hand as he increased the pace to meet her need. Ohhhhh, I wanted him to teach me how to do that, how to bring her off without losing myself in the process. I noticed how discreetly he positioned his body to allow me to see what he was doing, to watch the piston of his arm as I heard her gasping now, turning into a low moan. Never breaking his pace, he rose to his feet, giving him a better angle as she lifted her ass off the bed. Driving down into her, three fingers engulfed in that sweet dark pussy, his thumb bumping her clit, I watched his face. Having been on the receiving end, I had never really looked there before, my face usually in its own mask of lust. 

He had such a look of concentration, so much focus. I noticed his beautiful cock, hard still, but it needed attention. I thought how wonderful it would be to kneel underneath him, spread his ass and lick his sweet asshole, balls, cock bottom while I fisted his dick while he brought her to her orgasm. How fucking hot to be spreading my spit all around him, vipering my tongue, reaming him while he fingered this alabaster beauty to climax. How better, still, to sneak up on you, the first sign of my presence my tongue in his ass as my hands spread his cheeks. . . . 

Again, I found my fantasies interrupted, gleefully, by her coming. I became vaguely aware that my own orgasm was timing with hers. I was grateful that he had provided the dildo before he left, as my fingers would not have sufficed for the coming I needed to calm myself so that I could join them. Our waves of joy hit at roughly the same time and as she ceased speaking English but continued talking, I knew the first hinge had been removed. Our hips continued to buck as he braced his arm, just letting her fuck his hand now, until she relaxed, still undulating, and looked him in the eyes. 

"There, feel better?" he asked her. An ecstatic smile spread on her face as she nodded a feeble yes, leaning indolently on her elbows. Slowly, so as not to shock her with emptiness, he removed one finger at a time, each one rubbing goodbye as she whimpered, wanting his cock to replace them. He could tell she wanted him, so he just lightly massaged the labia and clit, reassuring her that it was not over. "There, baby, there. Shhhhh. That's good, there is more coming." On hearing that, she sighed and laid back. 

"There is much more, sweet. We are just getting started." He gathered her in his arms, stroking her breasts and neck and shoulders. Her hand reached down to pump him, releasing just a bit of that sweet pre cum again. He did indulge this in me, letting me watch her slowly, tentatively stroke him to tautness again. He spread his legs wide and took her other hand to his balls. She responded by attempting to go down on him again, but he wanted to draw this out. "No, not yet. Just your hand, OK?" She stroked hard and slow, while he propped himself up on a pillow to watch her hand on him, and to see me watch this. From the closet, I turned, giving him a view of my sweet ass. Just the sight of my ass, her hands on him, the sweet smell of her on his hand was almost enough to make him come. His balls filled, got heavy. A little arch developed in his back, but he forced it down. 

"There. That's good. Shhhhhhh. Stop." His breath was coming a little too quickly for his own good, and so he removed himself from her grasp. 

"I'll be right back," he told her as he headed for the closet.



Long Lunch Ch. 4



Seeing him come towards me, I wanted to hide. I did not want to interrupt his plans, but I also wanted to feel the heat of his skin, be reassured that this was for me and him as well as her.

He opened the door as I backed away to remain a secret. The tie he was looking for was already around my neck and he smiled at me wickedly as he undid it. 

"Do you like what you see so far?" he asked me as his fingers flew around my neck. 

"Yes, Sir. I do."

"So you've liked watching her suck me? Seeing her mouth where yours has been?"

"Yes."

"You should feel her, Ari. She gets so wet. Really wet. But not like you. I think you'll like the way she smells and tastes." With this he raised his fingers to my mouth as I inhaled ravenously and swathed my tongue around his magic hands.

"Do you want to come out and play?" he asked as his lips brushed my forehead which I had kept bent towards the floor, eyes down.

"May I please?"

"Not yet. Not yet," as he reached for another tie, an old knit one that looked like it had been used for the upcoming purpose many times, and a couple of others.

I fell to my knees, eyes still averted, and lowered my head to his feet, ass in the air. "Please?"

"No, but soon, my girl. Soon. Now watch for my signal," and with no more than that, he left. 

So alone again, so hot and so cold, I watched him sit next to her on the bed. He whispered something into her ear and she laid tummy down and slid her ass to the edge of the bed, knees on the floor. With the tie I had been wearing, he teased her exposed lips, just the tip against them. She writhed to feel more of the silk against her, but he would not let her have her way. A few strokes of this against her sweet fleshy ass and she was wiggling to invite him. His hand replaced the tie, stroking slow circles around her cheeks, and as she fell into his rhythm, moving her hips to meet his strokes, he raised one hand and smacked her testingly. I thought this a little bold, but was feeling myself want to do it to her, too. She froze a little. He stroked her again, at the waist and along her sides, then back down to that tempting round ass. She again met his strokes until he raised his hand again. This time she froze before he slapped her, anticipating the blow, wanting to feel it fully. He landed it on the fleshiest part of her ass and I saw it quiver in response. She was enjoying this and would let him go on, but he was ready for something more.

"Slide up," I heard him say. She did as he asked and lay on her back, smiling and burning for him. He stroked her body like you would a kitten; soft, long, top to bottom, hand cupping her as he went. "Hands above your head." When she moved her arms as he told her, I was fixated by the movement of her breasts, nipples taut and big. How beautiful women are, how soft and pliant and warm. I knew in a new way how men feel. How desirious, how controlling and controlled. I felt connected to her, a fellow siren, both man’s downfall and salvation. What an enchanting thing to be. . .

She raised her far leg and rolled toward him (and me) and I saw again the rich dark triangle as he slipped the knotted ties around her wrists, placing her hands in a prayer position above her head. She closed her eyes as he made fast her ligatures to the bedposts and I knew I was in for another show. But then, he did something that gave me pause. He lowered his head to her cunt, flicked his tongue over her there, reminding her who was in charge, before he climbed back up to blindfold her. That done, he slipped the other ties around her ankles and opened her up. She rolled a little as best she could, but loved every tug of silk upon flesh. I noticed the knit tie had been used for the blindfold, its stretchy fabric making the most effective block.

"Feel safe?" he asked her. She nodded and writhed even more. I could tell that the more she struggled, the tighter her bonds became. He walked to the other side of the bed and her head followed him instinctively, trying to track with her ears and her skin what she could no longer see.

"You look beautiful. Like a sacrifice. Do you like being offered?" She nodded yes again and from her breathing and hard nipples I could tell she was getting off to the sound of his voice. I was growing to desire this woman, so like me.

"As an offering, you are special, wonderful, a goddess. Do you understand?" I saw his arm begin to move his cock and I knew he was just slowly stroking himself, feeling his erection build, knowing that he alone was about to orchestrate a scene of erotic trickery. A soft "yes" escaped her crimson lips. "You are not to question anything, but must trust me in all things. Do you?"

He alone knew what was to happen. Two beautiful women awaited his commands. He could grant or deny pleasure to one or both. He could be cruel or kind and I was not at all certain now that he would do as we had discussed. He was getting off on this highwire act of desire. Thinking about all the ways he could come, thinking about the sights he wanted to see in this encounter. The risk was great, but the potential rewards greater. He wanted to see us, both of us, taken to heights we had never reached before.

"I do." I almost mouthed the words with her. This display of his control had gotten me hot again and I was restraining myself from my own fingers. I wanted to feel as denied as she did right now. 

He looked towards the closet and nodded to me to make sure I could see him. Once he was certain I would follow, he placed himself between her legs. I no longer listened, but I could see his lips move, see his hand begin to enter her as he rubbed himself. Once he had a steady rhythm in her he motioned to me to come out from my hiding place.

I felt faint as I entered the room. Her smell filled me with lust and the sound of his fingers fucking her made me almost wild. I wanted nothing more than to lick and suck him and her both, going back and forth between them. I became a pulsating mass of sexual hunger and nothing mattered but sating it.

Yet, I had to await his command.



Long Lunch Ch. 5



I knelt at the foot of the bed and stared at his fingers sliding in and out of her. He did not look at me, but kept talking to her. "Soon, I'll stop this with my fingers. Then what would you like?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"With my cock?" His fingers slowed a little.

"Of course with your cock? What else?"

"Hmmmmmm, my toes?" Fingers still slower.

"Nooo! I want to feel you inside me, feel your cock open me." Her hips rolled up to him.

"How about my tongue?" His fingers had stopped now as he turned to look over his shoulder at me. At his nod, I wrapped one hand around him and began slowly pumping up and down, just pleasuring him as he tortured her with his suggestions. I allowed my palms to play over him, going underneath the shirt he still wore, noticing his sweat, then licking his spine. This sent a chill through him as he settled back into me and thrust his hips a little to prompt me to continue my slow hand.

"Please, your cock. C'mon. This is killing me." And that was what he needed, his hand silently slid out of her and he said nothing as he got up off the bed.

He came to me full front, pushed me down on my knees and held my chin, saying to her and me at the same time, "All good things to those who wait, dear. All good things." With that, his hand found the back of my head and pushed my mouth onto his cock. All that waiting welled up inside of me and as his head hit my tongue, I had to remind myself not to moan, not to let any sound escape me, for fear of upsetting her. I now served two masters, but only one could truly have me. He continued to fuck my mouth, controlling speed and depth until I was only a vessel for him. I felt my pussy swell and become drenched with my desire to have him, to have her. To give and to take. She had begun breathing heavily on the bed and I heard him ask, "Are you sure you don't want my tongue?"

"Fine, yes, God Please. Please, anything. . . ." His rhythm in my mouth increased as her pleas came faster and faster. I could feel his reluctance at leaving my wet warm mouth, but the time had come to feed his pet new food. Even his own desire for this next sight was more than he anticipated and continuing to have me engulf him would have been too much.

"OK. I'll give you what you want." I climbed on the bed, sitting where he had been, while he looked over my shoulder from the foot of the bed. This put my mouth about where he would be logically and gave him an incredible view. This also allowed him to entangle his hand in my hair, controlling my head so that I would be above her when he spoke, like a puppet.

He kissed me on the lips, deep, soft, encouraging. I needed this. To be so close to this dark flower, inhaling her perfume after so many hours alone, was intoxicating. I needed and wanted his guidance. Careful not to touch her yet, I breathed on her, blew on her hair and clit. When she rolled to meet my mouth and thrust up to my lips, I felt his hand pushing my head down and felt his voice whisper in my ear. "Are you happy now, pet? Is this what you wanted? Taste." My lips met hers and my tongue laved her labia. Such slickness, such enrapturing softness I had never even imagined. I became less tentative, more muscular and pointed in my lickings. I felt the subtle difference in the interior and exterior skin, found the little button of her clitoris and tried desperately to please her as he had pleased me so often. I felt my saliva welling, my mouth watering as did my cunt and then I felt him pull my head up.

"Why did you stop? Baby, c'mon. That was sooooo gooood," she purred. "Do it some more, just like that." His fingers dove into me and I bit the sheets as he fucked me to a rocketing climax, so fast and intense that I was sweating. 

"Whatever you want, sweetheart," he told her and kissed me again before pressing me into her. This time, my head moved faster than his hand and I continued to give her my mouth as him.

Her little moans and sighs drove me on and now I could feel him leave the foot of the bed for a more far away view. The sight of the two of us, stretched utterly nude on his bed, a meadow of hair and skin and breath and legs, made him weak. His cock had reached an enormous length at the sight of us, surmounting his rather blase attitude toward woman on woman sex. The woman so willing to be his plaything, now making another woman hers, was pulling on him, bending him in ways he did not anticipate. He settled back into the leather chair to watch, seeing if I could bring her to orgasm on my first try.

I put myself in her mind. I thought about all the ways he had made me cum like this and began trying the things I thought he did. I wrapped my lips around her clit and began sucking as though it were a tiny little cock. She gasped at such a direct sensation, so I let up a little, but continued. That seemed to please her and I was grateful that she was so demonstrative. She was easy to read and therefore it was becoming easier for me to bring her to the edge and then back off a little. During one of these pauses, I looked over to see him, leg draped over the arm of that chair, fisting his beautiful cock. With her juices clinging to my chin, I smiled at him. He just laid his head back and continued showing off for me. Her pleading whimper drew both of us back, though, and I returned to her at his urging.

I felt she was now aroused enough to touch without immediately noticing the differences in our hands. I slipped my hands under her ass and tilted her up to me, changing the angle so that I could more easily spread her lips with the one hand I now slipped out from under her. Seeing my little fingers playing with another woman's slit was such a fucking turn on for me. I went ahead and gave in to the minigasm that I felt coming on. The shiver was delicious as I became bolder and slipped a finger into her. She arched against me and I pushed another in and began stroking the wall behind her clit like he had told me about. She froze a little and I was afraid she wasn't enjoying it, so I continued to trace broad, flat circles on her clit with my tongue. Once I was there, I was rewarded with a small gush on my fingertips and a cry of surprise and pleasure from her. 

"Keep doing that, Zack, do it doitdoitdoit. . . . ."

The mention of his name in another woman's voice as I fucked her like him made me dizzy. I wanted to make her cum like he did me and I was not about to let up now. It was no longer a show for him; it really never was in the first place, but now, I was so deeply turned on by turning her on that his presence was just a wonderful layer. I raised up do let a long strand of saliva lubricate my fingers, let it drip from my mouth to her cunt and looked over to smile at him, but he had moved and I could already feel his fingers entering me from behind. That sensation of my pussy being filled while fingering hers made me thrust almost violently against him. I removed my fingers from her and glued my mouth to her cunt and raised mine so that he could have freer access. Our rhythms became blurred as his strokings drove me and her moanings drove him until I felt myself resist, resist, resist, resist and then explode against his hand, the pressure bursting inside my head as she thrust her beautiful wet cunt against my face and I felt her contractions hard and long.

That long beautiful shiver afterward was truncated by my desire to take him. With my hand still in her, I turned to him. I wanted her distracted enough to not ask questions. My mouth opened and without hesitation of any sort, he drove himself all the way to the back of my throat, fucking and thrusting and pushing and humping my mouth until I could feel his cock rear back in that preejaculation press and then I felt him shooting endlessly, forcefully, curling over my head and continuing to gyrate tenderly now against my tongue and lips.

I swallowed, satisfied, smiling. Our breath came in rhythm now, a kind of haze settling in the room. A cosmic storm abated in all three minds. Time slowed and thoughts flowed and nothing needed anything just then. Peace, contentment, calm. My hand rested in her and the other one on the top of his cute ass and my head just pulsed with the satisfaction of him and her and me. So wonderful just to be.

And then I heard her sigh, "Oh, Zack. How beautiful that was. How wonderful. Come up here and kiss me." My eyes flew to his. I saw him shoot a sidelong glance at her, then motion for me to remove my fingers from her. I did as I was bid.

He placed his face next to hers. He kissed her ear, whispering, "Did you like that?"

"Yes," she sighed again.

"Do you want to taste yourself on me?"

"Yes."

I trembled. I could almost imagine what he had in mind and my suspicion was confirmed when he wagged his finger for me to come up to their faces. He fixed my gaze, then nodded. I lowered my mouth to those incredibly red lips and let her lick me, her tongue darting out to taste.

"I taste good on you. I do." And she began to kiss me deeper. This was driving me on. I loved deceiving her with you, pleasing her with you. But I wondered how this would be revealed to her. I decided not to worry, to trust you, and so began to kiss her back. 

"Untie me, please. I want to touch you." 

"Not yet." I could see he had something in mind, but I had no idea what. There was apparently something he wanted to be certain would happen, in case she was angry. He climbed up, straddling her shoulders. "Suck me again." She did as he told her and he motioned me behind him. Then I knew what he wanted.



Long Lunch Ch. 6



Her sweet red lips took him in and out, in and out, his semi-hard cock responding to her. I watched him place his hands on her face, stroking the cheeks with the back of his fingers. "That's good, baby. Just like that. Slow and soft." His sweet low voice seemed to echo in my head as I climbed up into position. As soon as I could feel her establish a rocking rhythm, slow and steady, I caressed his ass. I knew he wanted two tongues, her on his front and me behind and though he wanted me both places, he knew I would do this now.

The sight of him pushing into those lips I had just kissed was enough to make me melt. I knew the rewards of having him in my mouth and I wanted it, too. But I also knew of the lust that rimming elicits in him. The way he just opens for it, relax and enjoy it. I knew it would be all that he needed for a while. 

I loved watching his ass thrust and meet her face. I started kneading his cheeks, pulling on them. I licked my little finger and slid it up and down your ass cleft, teasing him. My hands found his balls and on the backstrokes, I would tickle and lick at them. I felt him laugh a little, enjoying the sensations now flooding his mind, better than he had ever imagined and yet not what he wanted. It was too gentle, but he knew I would increase the intensity and I did. I placed my face against his ass, standing on the side of the bed and began matching his strokes, face buried in him, breath pouring on his hole, now exposed by my hands. I watched and waited until I could lick him, tongue broad and flat. When his little pucker met me, I felt him shiver and almost hold for more. I did not disappoint him, thrusting my tongue into him, just a little, and wiggling the end. God, just to get him off in minigasms, like I have had from him, just enough to relieve the edge a little. So much fun to hear that gasp and then that sigh. . . .

"Keep sucking, baby" he whispered to us. "Keep it up."

And I did. Tongue lapping him, never knowing whether it would be penetrating or laving, soft or hard, just wanting it. I kept this up, licking around the edge, moving inside, intentionally missing, going low onto the perineum, coating his sac with saliva sometimes, until I knew he wanted to come. He had gotten steadily more forceful. Pushing and thrusting and wanting as well to prolong this, but I was ready for him to come again, too, and I wanted to see her see us as I had seen them together.

I lubricated my finger with my spit and began opening him. Because he was so open already from my tongue, he readily relaxed and thrust against me. I placed my tongue at my finger and vipered him there every time he pushed against me. I felt the tension in his ass as his load gathered. I had to concentrate to keep my finger inside him, pointed down, towards the belly. I could feel him swell and rise and groan and then empty himself into her mouth. I pushed down again and heard him almost yell. I had hit the spot I had read about, made him shoot even more than he thought he could in one orgasm and he just kept on, rocking and bucking until he heard our blindfolded lover coughing and spitting. 

"Damn, damn damn damn. . ." from him over and over. Breath still coming in sharp pants from him. I just smiled and continued to lick his pretty ass while I gently slid my finger from him with a little sucking sound of its own. I loved seeing him as undone as he has made me. So happy and so blown away by the sheer intensity of it. Happy to have had the experience and now hungry for it again. But he knew that the time had come to show our friend what she had been party to.

"Baby, that was great," he said, looking at me but encouraging her. "You do that really well."

Yeah, I thought, but not as good as me and I was kissing your ass, after all. . . .

"So I have something for you. Would you like a present?"

"Yes," she whispered, through come-wet lips. "Untie me?"

"OK, but just your hands. Better? Put your hands up in front of your breasts," he said, kissing one to help her remember where they were.

"OK. Blindfold?"

"Not yet. Soon." He told me with his eyes to straddle her, knees on either side of her ribs. I did as I was commanded, giddy with anticipation.

When I was in position, he took the ties that had bound her hands and blindfolded me. Was I not to see her face when she saw me? How would she look? What would she do and how would she see him after this?

Blindfolded and across her, I waited.

"Do you feel the weight above you?"

"Yes."

"Good. Raise your hands. Feel it." And she did. Her soft girl's hands on my belly felt like satin. She explored tentatively, breath increasing in pace and length. She ran her hands up my ribcage to my breasts and stopped when she felt them.

"Is this for me, Zack? Is this my present?" My mind reeled. Was she angry? Was she pleased? Was that teasing or resentment I heard in her voice? My submissive nature kicked in and I froze and awaited commands. His. Hers. It didn't matter.

"Yes."

"What does she look like?"

"Why don't you find out?"

I responded quickly, reaching for her blindfold before she could. She then sought mine out. It amazed me that she instinctively knew where to reach, what to do.

Our blinds fell at the same time and we stared at one another. If I were to say I had words for the moment, I would be a liar. Electricity, wind, fire, between us. Eyes devouring the other, kissing, stroking, licking, caressing all without moving. No sounds, no words, no stir. Just sensory input, just flooding images into one another.

"She's beautiful, Zack. Thank you."

"Thank you," I said. "Thank you."

"Untie my feet?" she asked me. I looked to him, back in his leather chair, and he nodded. I turned my ass to her and bent to unbind her. She took advantage of this as I had hoped and began stroking me there, just letting her fingers graze my labia. I moaned to her to keep it up and she continued, growing bolder with each sweep. As my fingers undid his work on her second foot, her first one came up, knee bent. I kissed her thigh and she asked, "You were the last one to go down on me, weren't you?"

"Yes."

"Was I your first one?"

"No. Have you ever. ..?"

"I'm about to," and she raised herself up to me, grasping me around the thighs, pushing them wide apart, nose buried in my ass, tongue and lips diving quickly to me. She was clumsy, but enthusiastic, so I took a deep breath and let her find her way. I remembered how eager I must have been, how hard at first and then I felt her settle a little.

"There, let me move a little for you." I turned, laying back on my elbows and watched her smile as I presented myself for her. She had a wicked little gleam in her eyes as I saw her look over at him.

"Go ahead. I'm fine. Go on," he urged her.

And she did. It was fun to feel her glossy hair against my thighs and just lay back and feel her. I stifled the urge to giggle because I didn't want her to be caught off guard. I can't say that I came, but I did get off on the scene in general. After I had had enough, I placed my hand against her cheek and raised her face ,running my thumb across the juices that glistened against her chin.

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Oh yes. Do you want more?"

"Uh huh, but I want to switch."

She laid back and I motioned to Zack. He came to us on the bed and she propped herself up on a pillow to get a better look at us. I kissed him deeply on the lips, using my tongue as I did on her, arousing him again. He kissed back, tongue thrusting in me like his cock had. Then together, as he had told me just a few hours before, we kissed her cunt, tongues sliding over her and each other. I opened my eyes and saw him flicking against one side of her clit and I reached the tip of my tongue out to do the other. From above us we heard a groan and felt her push up. When I reached to slip my fingers into her, I found his there and knew the reason for her increased desire. Lowering my head again, I found his mouth with my lips and continued to kiss her while he licked her and fingered her until I could not stand it any longer. I wanted to come, but not with her. I wanted his hands in me, but he were intent on her. I figured the fastest way to get her off was to help him, then he could do me. I placed my hand near his at her slit and waited.

"Do you want to fuck her, Ari? Do you want me to show you what I do to you?"

"Please, sir."

"OK, but you've got to do what I say. First, put your finger beside mine." I watched him remove three slick digits from her and I immediately bent to lick and suck them. 

"Ummmmmm . . . Good Girl, Sweet, but later. Now I need your help. Put your finger here. Right. Now push in and move up a little."

I did and felt her grip us. "Right. Now, feel with me. You feel that?" I did. It was the pad I had felt earlier. "Move slow and soft at first. Think about how you would like it." My soft movements seemed to bring about her new little moan.

"Ari, if that's you, it feels just right," she sighed. I was pleased that I had touched her well.

"Now, increase the speed and pressure." I followed his lead and she began to thrust against us. "Stay with me, Ari. Just stay with me."

"Zack, this is how you do it? This is how you touch me?" I whispered in his ear and kissed his neck.

"Yes. This is how. Now feel." He pressed up sharply on her and I felt that flood that he must have felt in me. I wanted nothing more than to swallow her at that moment. I removed his fingers and mine and drank her sweet honey, rising only to kiss his lips and carry him back down on her with me.

Together, we feasted on her. Became greedy and so involved with licking and sucking and kissing her and each other that we all melted into one huge mouthcunt. Just an inexhaustible well of lust until we felt her begin to pump her hips in a steady rhythm.

"Let me make her come for you," he said as I backed off to watch again. It took all of four deep solid strokes with your thumb on her clit until she shivered her passion and finally opened her eyes again.

"Now, Zack, do me. I want your hands and mouth now." The intensity of his pleasuring me was white hot. Furiously working my cunt with his hands, I hardly allowed him access with his tongue. I felt your third finger slip in easily as he continued to piston in and out of me.

"Another."

"Too tight."

"DO IT."

"OK, ready?" I spread my legs wider and pulled my petals open to give him more space. He filled me, liquid hard. I came drenching him, soaking his arm, riding his wrist, everything but his thumb in me.

I shook and sighed and breathed until I could remember my name.

And yours. Hers?

"It doesn't matter, Ari," she said, petting my head. "Zack has told me about you, do you know that?"

I blushed.

"He says no one gives better head than you. I think he is right. Would you show me how you go down on him?"



Long Lunch: Final Chapter



Having this woman tell me that he had talked about my finesse at fellatio made me proud. I do take great pleasure in the pleasure I give, and knowing that he had made us come so beautifully, I now wanted to do as she bade me. I wanted to show her. Perhaps I might learn that there are some things that cannot be taught.

"I'd love to show you, but where would we get a willing man?" I teased.

"You bitch," I heard him laugh, hand wrapped tightly around his own cock.

"Look. We have a volunteer." He caught me with that half smile and that you'regonnagetit tilt to his eyes and I felt my heart racing.

"Now, if I'm going to teach you, I'm going to have to know your name."

"Dana," she said.

"Dana, are you a lefty or a righty?"

"Hmm?"

Do you prefer to be on the left or right of the man when you go down on him?" I stroked her hair, making a little physical connection with her, to remind her of when she had done well, when she was pleasing me.

"Ummm... Right, I guess."

"Then get there."

She scurried over to his right side as he stretched full out on the floor, arranging pillows under his head to help him watch what was about to unfold.

"The first thing you need to know, Dana, is that all men like this. When you do this to them, you press buttons so deep in them that even I have forgotten where they came from. For a man to see a woman's lips working his prick, the same lips that have kissed other men, whispered promises, hurled epithets, imbibed liquor, smiled sweetly, sneered haughtily, is for him to subsume all other experiences for that woman, at least in his mind.

"Suffice to say, that you are the one in control. You understand?" I paused here to make sure she was listening. We had begun stroking Zack’s cock in rhythm, me on his shaft and her on his balls, just playing with him until he was hard enough to suck. As soon as I felt him stiffen sufficiently, knowing the effect my voice has on him, I told her to watch.

"Now, sometimes in this lesson, I will be able to tell you what I am doing. At others, I won't for obvious reasons. You must watch very closely. Come down here with me."

I felt her breath on my lips as we met face to face over his cock. I have to admit, there were times where he almost faded. To be sucking such a great cock with this incredibly beautiful woman was fantastic in and of itself. "OK, be sure to take the shaft and pump it a few times." She began fisting him as he settled back to let her know all was well. "Good. Now watch."

With her hand on him, I lowered my lips just to his head, contracting my lips for just enough pressure to make him feel the resistance. My tongue swirled all over his head. 

"Ok, I get it. Let me," Dana said. Reluctantly, I backed away to let her crimson tongue work him. She was so beautiful, a little too eager as she was with me, but still doing well. 

"Slow down. Let him feel your passion build as well. Do you really love to give head, Dana?"

"Well. . . I just don't know."

"You've got to love it. Then you'll get better. Now that you have a first step down, try taking him just into your mouth, as deep as you are comfortable with."

I watched her try to take him in, but she got only a little past halfway. At least her hand was still on him.

"Not bad. Now, I want you to imagine you have a tennis ball in the back of your mouth, only you have to keep your lips closed."

"What?" she laughed, hand still stroking his shaft.

"OK, how about a ping pong ball? You just have to feel that soft part at the back of the roof of your mouth go up."

"I'll try." She dutifully went back down and got deeper, closer to his base. He pushed up against her and she continued as best she could, but it was clear he wanted more.

"Dana, let her," he whispered, trying to be nice but wanting what only I can give him. She backed away and I lowered effortlessly onto him, loving that feel of him hard against my tongue, increasing the intensity to help him take the edge off, but not too much. He started to understand that being the model for this class might be more difficult than he thought. The push and pull between us. Knowing an expert was there, but allowing the novice to try. . . .

I almost had to laugh at how easy it was for me. I stopped and asked him if he was sated for now. "Yes, for now. Show her how you go all the way down, how you swallow me."

"Yes, sir. Now, when you start this, it will feel. . . "

"STOP it!" you hissed. "Show her, don't tell her."

"OK, Zack. OK. Dana, come back here with me. I want you to see this." I kissed her on the mouth so that he could wait a little, see us playing with each other's tongues, a stray hand placed on a beautiful firm tit, nipples being squeezed. All that beautiful flesh and none of it being used on him.

"Please God Now, Ari, Please?" I heard the implied "bitch" in his voice and had he said it, I would not have taken him. He knew enough not to share that with Dana right now.

"Yes, sir." I knelt beside him and with a beautiful swift sure stroke, sucked him all the way to the bottom. I swallowed, caressing his head with the muscles of my throat. Dana began stroking my neck, feeling him embedded there.

"Oh God," I heard her moan. "You can do it. I didn't believe him at first, but now. . ." I loved her disbelief and amazement. I came up for air, continuing more shallowly for a minute.

"You try again," I told her. "He won't mind." She dove down as I rested my hand against her pussy, mirroring where his was on me now. This distraction was too much for her. I sensed her rhythm getting unsteady, so I stopped. Zack moaned a little and grabbed my hair. Without a word, I waited until she came up, then I took her place on him, sucking and drooling on his shaft, making it shiny, pumping with my fist. Again, I dove full down on him, tonguing his balls, grabbing his ass, until I felt him rear back, getting ready to erupt.

"Dana, NOW." I continued to pump his dick furiously, aiming it at our faces, waiting for the sweet stream of come to shoot there, my hand never stopping on his cock and then, hot and hard, I felt his sperm splatter my lips and hers. Covered in that sticky sweet hot jism, her lips candycumcoated, our faces gleaming with his juice, I felt my orgasm soaring. My fingers dug into her cunt, finding her wet and contracting already. 

Breath finally returned to me. She and I now rested on either side of him, naked and satisfied. My hands stroked both of them in turn and I felt their hands in turn on me. 

"I'm afraid I didn’t teach you much," I told Dana.

"You did fine. I really think I can learn by watching you. Do you think we might be able to do this again sometime?"

His sigh was the only answer we needed.