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The Affair

By: Pld



Part I

I watched you from my table as you entered the side walk cafe, your stride slow and purposeful. I nodded as our eyes met, affirming that it was me you were to met. After months of planning we had selected a remote quaint area, where no one knew our names, or bothered to glance our way. The bed and breakfast with the outdoor cafe was the perfect place.

Our eyes locked as your crossed the room. Trying to keep my composure, I rose from my chair and reached out my hand as you stood before me. You take my hand in yours and pull me in close and we hug, knowing how anticipated this moment would be. We hugged for what seemed like an eternity, you slowly releasing me with a soft kiss on my forehead. My legs shaking we both sat down, starting to laugh at our own nervousness. A waiter approached the table and we ordered drinks, either one of us too nervous to eat.

We feel into conversation naturally, joking and laughing and making each other smile. An hour has passed quickly as we finished our drinks and decided it was time for what we had been long anticipating. After paying the bill, we walked through the foyer and crossed to the stairs up to the room I had reserved.

The room was nicely decorated with antiques and a king size bed with a mirrored ceiling. We gazed around the room and both began to laugh while we studied the mirrors, you taking me into your arms and kissing me, my legs feeling weak from your touch. Our tongues entwined, we both felt the passion that had been long awaited. Slowly, still kissing, you unbutton my gray top, pushing it off my shoulders onto the floor. I could feel myself tremble as you stared at my breasts under my white lace bra. I reached for your shirt and lifted it off over your head onto the bed, my nails, lightly stroking your chest and back. My hand slowly finds its way to your jeans and one by one I unbutton you, feeling your hardness through the jeans and pushing them down to the floor, as you step out of them. I look up into your smiling eyes as you reach for my skirt and pull if off, exposing the matching white lace thong beneath.

I take your hand and lead you to the bed, letting you know I want you laying on your back across the bed. I walk around to the other side and bend over to kiss you, while your hands find my head and pull my lips to yours. You never heard Vanessa, my best friend enter the room.

Kissing passionately, un-aware of Vanessa's presence, you feel your hard throbbing cock being consumed by Vanessa's mouth. Knowing it couldn't possibly be me, you broke from our kiss and looked down to see beautiful Vanessa licking your cock. You glanced back at me with a look of approval and pull me over your head, so my pussy is in your face. I feel your tongue plunge into me, my pussy already wet. My lips met Vanessa's as we kissed and both played with your cock, our free hand groping at each other breasts. I could feel how turned on you were as you licked and tongued my wet pussy.

Vanessa licking and sucking on your balls as I sucked the precum from your cock, sharing it with Vanessa, our tongues meeting and lusting for more. Vanessa and I traded places. I wanted her to experience the exquisite touch of your expert tongue. I continued to lick your cock, and taking my tongue up to your ass, making you nice and wet so I could penetrate with my finger. I could hear you moaning with the pleasure it brought. I could feel you were ready to cum, so as you continued to work on Vanessa, I climbed up and lowered my wet pussy, sliding down the length of your cock. Rocking, I could feel you deep inside of me. The passion rising in all of us, all ready for what would seem one big organism. At the next moment, my screams were echoed by Vanessa's, both a feverish pitch as we came, our bodies racked with spasms. I heard you let out a moan and I felt your cum enter me, over and over. Finally, overcome with exhaustion, we fell onto the bed in a heap, resting and anticipating what would happen next.

Part II

We slept for what seemed like hours, me awakening first, I quietly got out of bed and went in to take a shower, letting you two rest in quiet slumber.

The feel of the spray hitting my back felt good as I put my head under the shower and stood letting it pelt me with eyes closed. My sharp intake of breath brought me back to reality, as I looked down to see Vanessa's tongue entering my pussy, never hearing her enter the shower. She looked up and smiled then continued to eat my wetness. I propped one foot up on the side of the tub to make her access to my pussy non-restrained. Her hands rubbing the inside of my thighs as she sucked on me, licking my hard clit and thrusting her tongue deep inside. I leaned my body over hers and began to massage her breasts, her nipples hardening to my touch. Enjoying the feel of my hands on her made her thrust her tongue deeper inside, bringing me to new heights of awareness. I knew she loved the taste of my cum, as she smiled at me when I let loose in her mouth, sucking long and hard, as spasms racked my body.

I pulled Vanessa to her feet, as we em-braced and our tongues met, kissing passionately while the pelting from the shower continued. Our hands finding each others breasts and exploring one anthers body. I looked up to see you entering the shower, behind Vanessa, who was not aware of your presence. You winked at me as I spread Vanessa's legs apart with my feet as you went down and started to tongue her ass and on to her pussy. She seemed to melt at your touch. Our tongues searching each others mouth, I slowly moved my mouth to her breasts and sucked on them, tenderly biting each nipple. Flicking each nipple with my tongue, as your tongue continued to probe her pussy. Your hands enveloping her body. I went down to my knees, my hands caressing her flat stomach, as our tongues met, both of us sucking and lapping at her wetness, begging for more. It didn't take long for Vanessa to release herself to us, both of us sharing the delicate wetness that flowed from her.

Vanessa turned as you stood, you taking her into your arms and sharing the taste of her pussy. It was finally your turn.

We put you in between us, knowing we both wanted to share everything about you. You came to me with knowing, thanking eyes, that you had loved every minute of this so far, and didn't want it to end. You're passionate kiss and caress confirmed it all. The shower was hitting your chest as I worked my way down the front of you kissing and licking as I went. Vanessa was doing the same from the back. I could feel your legs tremble as I went down on your hard throbbing cock, sucking you into my mouth, Vanessa tonguing your ass at the same time. I tongued my way down to your balls, as did Vanessa, out tongues meeting and both felt the arousal it had caused. We both wanted to consume you. Your cock, so rock hard, I could feel the veins pulsating as I once again took you into my mouth as Vanessa slowly inserted her finger into your wet ass. Slowly, she moved her finger around touching areas, making you moan out loud, as I moved my hands up and down your thighs, massaging your cum filled balls. The ecstasy filling you, you grabbed my head and pulled it in hard, sending your cock deep into my throat as I felt you release the long thick stream of cum, savoring you as I sucked and swallowed. Your moans filled our ears with ecstasy and pleasure.

Could we, or would we, ever want to stop this passion.

Part III

The moonlight cast a shadow upon Vanessa as she sat in the chair in the beautifully constructed Gazebo. Quietly she sat watching the waves crash against the cliff below. The moon so bright, glimmering on the water. Her long dark hair, framing her face, made her look even more beautiful than before. Her facial features were striking as well as alluring. Almost as though she sensed my presence, she slowly turned as I approached. She reached out her hand to me as I took it and stood behind her.

Slowly, I started to massage her shoulders and neck, the feel of her skin, making me tingle as she responded to my touch, placing her hands on mine as I moved my hands to her beautiful breasts. I could feel her nipples hardening to my touch as I bent and kissed her neck. The feel of her nipples, as I squeezed them brought on a sense of arousal. I could feel my own wetness penetrate my thong. Moving my hands down her belly, I moved around in front of her and knelt down and took one breast in my mouth as I massaged the other. I could hear her soft, sensual moans as I sucked hard on her nipple, taking it between my teeth. Her hands pulled my head up, our lips meeting, our tongues probing the inside of each others mouth. The passion it stirred was incredible. I knew I had to taste her sweet pussy. I slowly worked my way back down her chest, my tongue licking her stomach, my hands moving over her breasts, and down to her ass. Pulling her to the edge of the chair, I spread her legs wide. Slowly I started to lick up the length of her legs and thighs, pausing as I went. I could see Vanessa parting her pussy lips for my tongue to enter. I placed my thumb on her hardening clit and inserted my tongue deep into her wet gleaming pussy, licking and sucking the juice that flowed from within. My hands on her ass, pulling her harder toward me, stretching my tongue deeply inward. The silence of the night was no more, as her screams and moans echoed, her body racked with spasms, her juices once again flowing into my mouth. Exhausted, her head fell back to see u standing there, your cock expelling streams of cum onto her face.

The Affair



Every word of this story is true... I am Kara and as time allows, I'll write about the rest of the two days with Mike (which include my first anal experience), and the weeks that followed. We meet for a night or a few nights as often as we can, and it gets hotter ever time.

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It began innocently enough, with teasing text messages and light-hearted banter on the phone and with online messaging. Kara and Mike both worked as consultants for the same company, traveling the country providing counsel to their clients. They were rarely in the same city at the same time, but few people kept the hours they did and Kara knew that when she stepped off a plane at midnight, Mike was probably doing the same thing in another state. The work could be very lonely but they made it less so for each other.

Both loved their job; both were married and had children at home, and spouses who understood the need for their travel to ensure their career success. Mike's family lived outside of Boston, where their company was based; Kara lived in Chicago with her husband and son. Frequent travel put pressure on their marriages but also gave both of them a freedom that they enjoyed.

Ping! Another instant message broke Kara out of her reverie. A message from Mike. Kara smiled at the familiar 'voice' making her hotel room in Omaha a little less lonely. They talked casually at first, but the banter soon took on a sexual tone as it always did, as Mike teased her about picking up strange men in the hotel bar to keep her company (something Kara had considered but never done...at least, not yet). This led quickly to a discussion on monogamy and Kara found herself telling Mike things that hadn't even occurred to her, much less been something she'd tell a colleague. They talked about the consulting life, the time on the road, the strain it put on their marriages, and the excitement of leaving on another trip. Kara found herself guiltily looking forward to the days away more than the days at home. She loved her husband, loved her son, but was so much more fulfilled by her job than when she was faced with mounting laundry piles and dirty floors. The joy of travel and the pride she took in her work gave her a high she didn't get at home. The frequent conversations with Mike added a spice to her life that she hadn't expected but wouldn't trade for the world.

"Hey, are you going to be in Atlanta on the 18th for this deal?" Mike asked.

"Yep – two nights," replied Kara.

"Uhoh. You know what trouble I can be on the road... hope you are up for my company."

"Not sure what you mean... I'm always the one you have to keep up with."

And they were off, trading barbs, circling around the idea of getting together without actually spelling it out. Neither wanted to be the first to suggest anything, though they were both thinking the same thoughts. Looking back later, neither was sure who was the first to suggest that they could be together in a new way... he insisted that she started it; she was certain that he had given off vibes or she never would have been so forward. But something about being on the road so much, always communicating in a hotel room, let her shed her inhibitions and tell him honestly that what she really need was some honest-to-God fantastic sex. Hesitantly, she told him how she had considered cheating before but the fear of sex with someone she didn't know and trust always held her back. She needed it to be someone safe, someone she could trust, someone who had as much to risk as she did if they were found out. It took just a few nights of long conversations and reflection before she realized that Mike was perfect. Neither wanted to leave their spouse, neither wanted to risk their marriage and so they were perfect for each other, for what they needed now.

Having decided two weeks before their trip that they were going to take their relationship to a new level left a lot of time for teasing, innuendos, double entendres. It was amazing how turned on Kara would get just talking to him. It was unlike any experience she had had before. The anticipation of what would surely be amazing sex was just so hot. Just messaging with him left her so randy she always had to type with one hand so she could masturbate with the other. 

The boost of confidence from being desired was so exhilarating. Just knowing that Mike wanted her so badly gave Kara such self-assurance that she practically radiated heat. There was a saunter in her walk now, and a glow in her eyes. Sadly, the only one who didn't notice it was her husband. But somehow, knowing that she was going to get what she needed from Mike made things easier with her husband, like the pressure was off and she could just appreciate him for what he was.

"You are going to have to work very hard in Atlanta" Kara would say. 

"Oh, I'll be hard. And you'll be begging me to work it," replied Mike. 

They talked several times a day, and each conversation raised the bar a bit. The sexual tension was so palpable that Kara was sometimes surprised that the keyboard didn't melt under her fingers. She found herself expressing desires that she didn't know she had, to be dominated, to try anal sex, to try a threesome. Mike aroused her in a way she hadn't felt before, and all of a sudden she felt freed up from convention, able to declare what she wanted and be rewarded with a man who pleasured in giving it to her.

The last week before their trip, the conversations got so hot that Kara found herself dripping with arousal every time they talked. Her plane trips that week were the most unproductive of her career... she sat in solitude in the darkened plane, surrounded by strangers, living out in her head the fantasy that was about to take place. She shut her eyes and pictured Mike kissing her, Mike pinning her to the wall of the hotel room, Mike ripping off her suit and letting down her hair. She went about her work and her home life like normal, but inside she was a kid right before Christmas. Her 'real' life was the same but her 'work' life was about to become drastically different.

Mike, it turned out, was getting into Atlanta early and would pick her up at the airport Sunday when she arrived. Even after the graphic and deep conversations they had had, Kara found herself nervous. She stressed about what to wear and how to act. As much as they joked about being raunchy and dirty, with her blowing him in the car on the way to the hotel, she still felt like a girl waiting for a first kiss from her new boyfriend, unsure of herself for the first time in ages.

The flight from Chicago to Atlanta seemed like the longest of Kara's life, knowing what was waiting at the other end. Please God, she thought, let this be what I need. Let this fulfill the aching need within me. 

She saw Mike's car waiting at the curb, and was giddy and nervous at the same time.

"Hi."

"Hey there," he replied. She sat next to him and smiled nervously. He leaned over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and suddenly everything was ok. She was happy to be here, happy to be next to him, and very happy to be heading to a hotel in a town where they were almost anonymous. 

They made companionable small talk, stopping short of the suggestive topics that had gotten them into this situation. Somehow in the daylight, in person, it seemed so different. The night before, Kara had sent him a message of 'I can't wait for you to stick your cock in me' but she was suddenly unsure if she could actually say those words out loud without dying of embarrassment.

They checked in and in the small elevator, Kara didn't know what to do. Mike was the smooth one, the one who had done this before, and Kara waited to follow his lead. 

"Why don't you go unpack and change into something more comfortable, and I'll come by your room in a little bit?" he suggested. Happy to have a plan and a minute to herself, Kara agreed. Up in her room, a floor above Mike's, she hastily unpacked, leaving the sexy underwear she brought in a drawer. She pulled on jeans and a sweater, hoping that was what Mike meant by 'something comfortable' and sat on the bed to wait for him.

He knocked quietly, and she felt butterflies flipping in her stomach, as nervous as a girl on her first date. This is it, she thought. If this works out, it will be perfect. If not, it could be a disaster. Kara desperately hoped it was the former, and opened the door. Mike looked so sexy standing there and she was torn between wanting to rip off his clothes and feeling terribly unsure of whether she could please him.

She led Mike over to the couch and they sat next to each other. 

"Are you sure you still want to do this?" Mike asked. 

"Oh, yes. Not a doubt in my mind," she replied with a smile. Mike moved first, gently taking Kara in his arms and kissing her. She sighed deeply, with pure joy. How did he know how she liked to be kissed? She lay in his arms and kissed him back, accepting as he explored her mouth with his tongue. How did he know?

He stripped off her sweater and moved his head down to nuzzle her neck, his tongue and lips moving over her smooth skin. She felt like she was on fire, finally able to just enjoy this lavish attention from this amazing man. Inhibitions gone, all Kara could think of was how she never wanted to wake up from this dream.

Mike led her to the bed and stretched out next to her, unhooking her bra and gently exploring her breasts. He lowered his lips to her erect nipples, nibbling and pulling them until they stood up as hard as nails. She pulled his shirt over his head and pressed her bare breasts against his skin, running her fingernails up and down his back. God, he felt so good next to her. 

Mike continued licking and sucking on her nipples, and moved one hand down to cup her pussy through her jeans. The heat of his hand through her clothes was incredible and Kara ached to have his fingers in her. He felt her need, and unzipped her pants, pushing them down over her hips so she could kick them off. Her black lace underwear was sopping wet from her pussy juices and he could smell her excitement. 

Kara reached down and undid his belt, then pushed his jeans and boxers down, eager to be naked next to him, eager to feel his hard cock pressed against her. She reached one hand down and smiled as she explored his cock. It was so thick and long she could barely think of anything other than having it inside her.

"Jesus, Mike. What a surprise... I didn't expect you to be like this."

"Like what?"

"So huge. Damn. I wanted you so badly before, and now... Jesus." 

Mike smiled and leaned in for a deep kiss. He slipped his fingers inside her wet underwear, exploring her skin and the small patch of hair above her clit. God, she was so smooth. And so wet. He started to push a finger inside her but Kara pulled away as she crawled down the bed to take his cock in her mouth. She couldn't get over how massive he was. She now had a new mission – to try to fit every inch of it in her mouth.. Kara licked her way up his cock from his balls to the head. God, this was so much more than she expected. She wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and started to pump him gently as she took his head in her mouth. Mike lay on the bed and stared at the beautiful sight before him. What had started out as a few innocent emails had so quickly developed into this... He just lay on the bed and watched her slide her lips and tongue and hand up and down on his hard cock. Her mouth felt so good around him and he took a deep breath to calm down. It would be so easy to come in her willing mouth right now, but he had other things in mind.

Kara kept licking and sucking on him, enjoying herself immensely. She could do this for hours, and hoped that he would let her. The feeling that she was giving him so much pleasure made her even wetter. She opened her eyes to look up at him as she continued sucking, and smiled as she saw the lust in his eyes. 

"Come up here," Mike said, pulling on her arm. She reluctantly let his cock slide out of her mouth and kissed her way up his body until she was lying next to him. How quickly things can change. An hour before she was as nervous as a virgin, and now they were lying next to each other naked, and she was as happy as she had ever been. Mike kissed her deeply and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to him until her breasts crushed against his chest. She raked her fingers down his back as he kissed her lips, her neck, her breast, her stomach. He peeled her sodden underwear down her legs and settled between them. Her pussy looked so beautiful from here, and he smiled at his luck. He was still unsure how it had happened, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

Mike gently kissed her inner thighs, working his way to her pussy. God, she was so wet, and she smelled so enticing. Kara almost quivered with anticipation, and wrapped her legs around his neck. The feel of his tongue licking along her slit was amazing and she jumped a little as he licked her clit for the first time. Mike pushed one finger deep inside her and flicked her clit with his tongue. Kara could barely breathe. She'd been licked before but not like this. Never like this. Mike added a second finger and started to slide in and out, fucking her with his fingers as he licked and sucked on her clit. Kara moaned and squeezed her legs tighter around him. He moved faster, his fingers moving in and out easily as she got wetter and wetter. She felt the familiar pressure building deep within her and began to buck against his fingers with her hips. Sweet Jesus this felt so good. 

"Come for me, baby," Mike said. "I want to feel you come for me." Kara couldn't speak as she concentrated on his fingers and his mouth, somehow knowing exactly what she needed. She tightened as she felt the explosion start deep inside, and she cried "Oh God, I'm coming" as Mike felt her pussy pulse against his fingers. He kept his mouth on her clit and urged her on with his tongue as she came. She fell back against the bed, finally having reached the release she needed. Mike pulled his fingers out of her and licked them off as he watched her face and saw the relief sweep over her. 

"Oh my God," she said. "That was amazing. I've never felt like that before." 

"We're just getting started," Mike replied and he positioned himself above her. Kara raised her hips eagerly towards him as he stroked up and down her slit with his cock. His cock glistened from her sucking and from the pussy juices he now rubbed against. He was so turned on by how eager Kara was, how much she wanted him, how aggressive she had been. And now he could take her where he wanted to go.

Mike slowly slid his hard cock into her very wet pussy, just the head at first and then, slowly, his entire length. Kara's eyes rolled back in her head as she adjusted to the biggest cock she'd ever had inside her. She had never felt so filled up, so completely taken. He slowly rocked back and forth, finding a rhythm that worked for both of them. Kara's moaning showed him that she was enjoying herself, that he was taking her with him to another climax. Her breaths started to come faster now as she ground against him. Mike wanted to slow down, to draw this out but he couldn't stop. He pushed into Kara as hard and as fast as he could, and feeling her come against his cock pushed him over the edge, as he came deep within her. He kept moving inside her until her own orgasm subsided, then he settled down on the bed, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her onto her side next to him, with his cock growing softer inside of her. He kissed her gently on the forehead and on the lips, and she thought that she could happily stay in his arms forever. 

Both were silent for a few minutes, as their bodies calmed down and their minds started to spin. This was new territory for them and there would be a lot to talk through but that was for later. For now, they both reveled in the pleasure they had taken from each other, and were grateful that their trip was just starting.



The Affair



FOR DIANTHUS

A TALE OF SECHS CITY

DJ Sammy's version of "Heaven" springs into life; quiet at first, increasing in volume quickly. She presses a button, keeping one eye on the traffic lights three cars up ahead of her.

"Hello?"

"Hey, how are my two favourite people?"

She smiles. "We're great, thank you, daddy, aren't we, little man?" She looks into her mirror to see an excited five year old's face.

"Yeeeeeeeess," he calls out happily.

There is laughter on the other end of the line. "Well, I really hope you have a lovely time this afternoon, and wish Georgie a very happy birthday from me; will you do that for me?"

"Yeeeeeeeess, daddy."

"Thanks, little man!" The voice tones down, slightly more serious. "Hey, babe? Do you need anything from the market tonight on my way home?"

The light has gone green and she slowly starts to drive off, wracking her brain as she does so. "Not that I can think of. I'll call you if I think of anything."

"Okay, well, if you do, give me about half an hour, 'cos this meeting is really important..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she replies good-humouredly. 

"You just don't want your embarrassing ring tone to be heard by your boss."

"You got me," he laughs. "Okay, have a good time. I love you."

"I love you too. Bye."

Victoria McGovern beams as she switches her phone off. Eight years of a relationship, six years of a marriage, four and half years of parenthood; all summed up with three beautiful words that they never overuse. Filled with a burning happiness as fond memories play in her mind, she switches on her favourite radio station. Soon, KC & The Sunshine Band start to play, the addictive funk filling the car. She nods her head in time with the music, and as they turn into the street of their destination, starts to sing loudly, "That's the way -- uh huh, uh huh; I like it -- uh huh, uh huh..."

Kyle puts his hands over his ears. "Stop it," he complains loudly, "stop singing, mommy."

Victoria pulls a shocked expression. "Don't you like mommy's singing?"

He shakes his head.

"Well, everyone's a critic." She turns the radio off to concentrate on finding a parking space. 

There are already quite a few cars parked outside the large house, with obviously some neighbours allowing cars to be left on their driveways to help out. This was one of the nicest things about living in this part of the town. The sense of community bonding was staggering. 

The noise of loud party music can be heard from behind the house. Bright pink balloons decorate the driveway and fence posts. A large sparkly banner is displayed on the front door, proudly exclaiming in bold letters: FIVE TODAY!!

Kyle's hand in her own, him holding carefully onto the present that she carefully wrapped, Victoria makes her way into the large back garden of the Pinters. Kids are everywhere, running around with an almost infectious energy, excited and deliriously happy. Kyle, in an uncharacteristic moment for him, shyly backs into his mother's side and holds her leg tightly. 

"Hey," she says, bending down to smile gently at him. "Why don't you go say hello and give Georgie her present?"

Reluctantly, he removes himself and slowly walks up to the birthday girl, who is standing near her mother wearing a pretty pink dress. Victoria watches him, a small proud smile on her lips as he politely says hello to them. In a matter of minutes all his fears and shyness have disappeared as fast as the wrapping paper on the presents resting on a small table near a large French window. 

From this open doorway comes the sound of laughter, gossip and the occasional bitching session. After making sure Kyle is happy playing with the other children, Victoria steps through and into the large living room.

A long table with a clean cream tablecloth is laid out with bottles of all kinds of drink -- many of these parents have been able to walk their children over and so there are some on their second, third glass. Victoria smiles politely at a few, making small talk with another pair, before, just like her son, her courage is lifted by the sight of a slightly cynical looking dirty blonde, who waves frantically at her with a free hand, her other holding two large glasses of delicious looking red wine.

"Thank god," she breathes to Victoria, kissing her briefly on the lips and passing over one of the glasses. "I thought you'd given up."

"Hardly," replies Victoria. "What's wrong? You don't look that happy."

Kellie Byrne laughs shortly. "All week long -- all week -- it's been, 'Mommy, can I wear the green dress? Mommy, can I wear the green dress?' So I get it out, I wash it, I clean it, I get it looking fucking amazing; and what does she say this morning? 'Mommy, I don't like that one. I want that dress.' And she points it out to me and now I'm wondering whether or not she's gone colour blind all of a sudden."

"Why? What colour was it?"

"Red. Fucking red."

There are a couple of raised eyebrows nearby. Victoria notices them but doesn't say anything. When you're best friends with a woman like Kellie Byrne you have to learn how to deal with cursive language quickly. 

"I just hope that's all it was," she continues now, having had a long sip of wine, "and not something she inherited from her father."

"Have you heard from Freddie at all?"

"He called last week to talk to her. He and Concha are in Cyprus at the moment. Honeymoon Cruise."

"Concha? Honeymoon? God, I didn't realise he was as serious as that about her."

"Neither did I," mutters Kellie. "I hope their boat sinks..."

Victoria laughs into her wine glass, spitting a few drops back into it, as Kellie's daughter Ryan runs into the room looking for her. She has her father's brown hair, but already shows the signs of gaining her mother's pouty lips. There are tears beginning to form in her brown eyes now.

"What's wrong?" asks Kellie, looking down at her daughter, genuine love in her voice. Victoria smiles at this scene, as Ryan begins to tell her mother about a boy who keeps pushing her over while they try to play Tag. She has heard so many negative comments from other parents about Kellie, about whether she has what it takes to be a single mother, about whether or not she genuinely cares for her daughter or just views her as a drunken mistake. They're idiots, the lot of them. Ryan is the most important thing in Kellie's life. There isn't anything she wouldn't do for this child.

"Well, which boy is it, sweetheart?" she asks now, bending closer to hold her daughter's face in her hands and stroke it gently. "Show me which one. Come on; it's okay. Show me who's being nasty to you."

Taking her mother's hand, Ryan starts to lead her though the other parents towards the garden. Victoria follows, a slight worry in the back of her head that her own son is responsible for this. She feels bad to doubt him, and even worse when she feels relief to see him happily playing with two other kids in a sandbox.

Ryan points out towards the back of the garden. "Over there," she says, a little discomfort in her voice. "That boy there."

Kellie and Victoria follow the pointing finger. There, in amongst a horde of running children, is one sullen looking boy, already beginning to have a go at another one close by him. 

"Is everything okay, Kellie?" Laurinder Pinter moves over to the two women, her smile warm though slightly unsettled. She is the type of woman for whom everything must be perfect. The fact that there could be a problem at one of her parties obviously fills her with so much dread she must face it head on. Victoria has always thought that she is a bit of a snob; Kellie has always said it out loud.

"Not really," replies Kellie, perhaps a little too shortly; Victoria feels herself wince a little at the abruptness of it. "That boy over there seems to be terrorising a lot of the kids here, including Ryan. She's very upset about it."

Laurinder looks over to who Kellie means. "Oh...oh dear," she says, her hand on her forehead. "That's Tim Wolff's son. Oh god."

"What's wrong?" Victoria asks.

"Well, they just moved into our neighbourhood about a month ago. Tim said he'd been having trouble adjusting to the move. One more thing for him to be confused about. First his mother, now this."

"His mother?"

"She died last year. Cancer. Awful, just awful," Laurinder explains, as if she knew the woman personally. "Can't imagine what a terrible loss that must have been for him. Or for his son. Awful."

"Be that as it may," Kellie insists, "kids shouldn't just be left to walk around picking on other kids. Where is this guy? I want to have a word with him."

Laurinder pulls a face, paranoid that a scene is going to start and get progressively worse. "I'll, er, just go and find him for you." She wanders off into her house, her face still displaying signs of discomfort. 

"Stuck up cow," mutters Kellie, stroking her daughter's hair. "It's worth it just to make her wince."

Victoria can't help but grin at her friend's comment, and tries to hide it with another sip of wine. She stops when she sees Kellie' eyes widen slightly at something behind her; she hears her mutter, a little quieter, "Oh shit..."

Laurinder returns. With her is a tall man who, at a guess, is in his mid-thirties. A face with stubble is topped by a head of brown hair which just comes to a rest above his eyes. His eyes are a deep mixture of blue and green. He is dressed in casual, faded denim jeans and a loose light green t-shirt. A half-full bottle of beer rests between his fingers, the nails just slightly longer than perhaps they need to be.

"Hi," he says; his voice is soft, quiet, and friendly, as if shouting is a foreign language. "Sorry, I'm Tim Wolff. Laurinder said there was some kind of problem...?"

"There is," replies Kellie shortly, jumping in before he can finish his sentence. "Your son is picking on a lot of the kids here, including my daughter. She was very upset just now. I'm sorry but you're going to have to say something to him about it. It's not right."

Tim's face falls slightly. He looks out towards the garden, his eyes scanning around to find his son amongst the other children. What he sees confirms Kellie's accusation; Victoria can see it as sadness enters those eyes. She feels a slight chill along her arms. She'd hate to be in his shoes, to be the one embarrassed by her own child. That seems such a horrible thing to think -- that your own child embarrasses you. Really, you've embarrassed yourself. It's your parenting skills that have been brought into question, no matter what the circumstances are. 

"I'm sorry," Tim says, a little quieter. "It's not been easy on him. On either of us. I'll go and have a talk with him."

Laurinder, standing on the sidelines, nervously fiddling with one of the straps of the frankly disgusting dress she is wearing, decides to butt in at this point. "Actually, Tim...I think...maybe it would be best if you took him away for a bit. Maybe for a walk around the block. Just so the other children don't see a scene."

Tim can do nothing but nod. All at once, a sudden burning hatred enters Victoria's mind. Stupid cow, she thinks to herself, looking over at Laurinder who, walking back to a couple of very plastic looking women seems smugly satisfied with her actions. Stupid, ugly cow. The venom of her thoughts surprises her, perhaps even shocks her a little. She takes another sip of wine and tries to look casual, as if she doesn't want to grab her own child and take him away right this second. 

As Tim begins his walk down the garden towards the children, Kellie raises her eyebrow at her friend. "Holy shit," she whispers. "Talk about cute, huh?"

Victoria crinkles her brow slightly. "Really? I dunno...I guess, maybe. I don't think he's really my type."

"Type," snorts Kellie. "Vic, you know I think that's all a crock of crap. I'd jump him in seconds."

Victoria raises an eyebrow. "That's just because you haven't had it in so long."

"And you get it every night, Mrs Wife?"

"Not every night, no..."

Kellie smiles slightly, as if she's won the victory in this conversation. "It doesn't matter, anyway," she says. "He seems too nice. Too cute, too nice. There's no way he'd ever end up with someone like me. I get all the crap that's left over. Life ain't fair, babe. 'Course, you can't complain really, can you?"

Victoria beams. Her friend is right. She is happy -- incredibly happy. She wishes so much that Kellie could experience some of that happiness. Whenever she manages to make it more than a one-night stand with a guy they always turn out to be complete dicks. Ryan's father was no better. A long time ago he had been the love of Kellie's life. People change. Nothing stays the same forever.

Victoria feels a slight chill crawl up her spine as she dwells on this. What kind of thinking is this at a children's party? The cake is about to be cut; the candles are lit. Soon there will be presents to unwrap, more games to be played. Enjoy the afternoon; enjoy watching your child grow up.

***

"I forgot to call you. Shit! I knew there was something I had to do."

Julian stands in the doorway: tie slightly loosened, jacket over his arm, briefcase in his hand, bewilderment on his face. Victoria rarely swears in the house, for fear that their son should hear her and start copying it in front of his grandparents. She only ever really uses those words when she's stressed out. 

"It's okay, babe. What was it you needed? I can go now if you want..."

Considerate to the last, always wanting to help out, to do anything for her. Victoria sighs and plants a long kiss on his lips, feels his free hand stroke her back lightly. 

"It's fine. Don't worry. I only need a few things. I'll go and you crash on the couch with Kyle. He's watching the Muppets."

Julian beams. "That's my boy."

They kiss again; warm, loving, affection. She picks up her bag and heads quickly out the door. 

The sun is still hanging lazily in the sky, cooler than it was several hours ago, but she is still grateful for the long flowery dress she is wearing. She makes off at a brisk pace, eager to spend more time with her family. What's going through her mind this afternoon? She loves them both so much, Julian and Kyle, yet she very rarely feels this needy towards them. What will things be like when she goes back to work in a few months? Will she be able to cope? Of course she will. What kind of thinking is that? What is the matter with her today?

The grocery store is busy, but the atmosphere is fairly quiet. The shoppers walk round as if in a daydream, taking their time, not rushing to get out of there. Perhaps it is to do with the cool air conditioning that blasts out from every corner. 

Victoria picks up what she needs to make a delicious salad before heading over to the frozen section, mildly curious as to any deals that may be on offer. A man is standing studying the freezer, a man she's only seen before a couple of hours ago. She smiles warmly, goes over and taps him on the shoulder.

"Tim? Hi. Victoria. From the party this afternoon?"

Instant recognition on his face. He smiles back, takes her hand, shakes it lightly. "Nice to see you. Great minds think alike, huh?"

"I guess so," she laughs. "Found anything interesting?"

"Possibly." 

"Well, don't keep it to yourself."

He chuckles. "If you're into pepperoni pizza you're going to be very happy with what they've got here." 

"I was hoping for some kind of deal on ice cream, actually."

Tim inhales slightly. "Don't shoot the messenger, but..."

"Oh god, don't tell me it's all sold out?"

"Looks like it. Sorry."

"What are you apologising for? Not your fault, unless you ate it all yourself."

"No," Tim laughs. "I don't think I've got quite the stamina for that."

There is so much laughter in his voice; his eyes sparkle. It seems almost impossible to Victoria that they should have experienced such sadness as he has in his lifetime. What pushes him forward everyday? She couldn't bear to lose Julian, not when their life together is still really only starting.

"Listen, I hope you were okay this afternoon," she says now, meaning it. "I thought it was so unfair that you guys had to leave."

Tim shrugs. "I'm getting more and more used to it, to tell you the truth," he replies. "Nick is a bit of a handful. His mother always was better at controlling him than I ever can. It's not his fault, really. He just misses her. He reckons that acting up the way he does will, well...bring her back."

A moment of sadness; he's let his guard down for just a second. Victoria sees the real him. It's heartbreaking. Lightly, her hand reaches out and touches his chest. It's a sign of comfort, of compassion. He looks back at her, grateful, shields setting themselves back up, the humour returning into his eyes. 

"Sorry. I didn't mean to bring you down," he apologises. "I'd better go and pay for these groceries. I left Nick with my neighbour. Not sure if she'll want to look after him again when I get back. Depends on how much trouble he's caused."

Victoria nods. An idea springs to life in her brain. Of course: why not? "Listen, what are you and Nick doing tomorrow afternoon?"

He shrugs. "Not much. Why?"

"I promised Kyle we'd go to the park -- you know, the big adventure play park? Just off the city centre."

"Yeah, I've passed it a couple of times."

"Why don't you and Nick come with us?" she asks. "It'll be fun. Maybe see if our boys can get along. Kyle's one of the friendliest kids I know. I mean, I'm biased, of course I am, but he could make friends with anybody. Why don't we see?"

Tim thinks about it for a moment. "Okay. Sure, yeah. Why not? Thank you. Meet you there at, what, two-thirty?"

"Perfect," Victoria beams. "It's a playdate, then."

"Cool. See you tomorrow."

"Bye, Tim. See you."

She watches him go. He seems happier now as he walks to the checkout. It's the little things in life. She learnt that years ago, when she and Julian were just starting to date. Their three month anniversary. They had just made love for the first time. He'd wanted to wait, to take things slowly, because she was his first. Incredible to believe, almost. But it wasn't the lovemaking that had thrilled her the most, strangely enough, fantastic as it had been. It was the next morning, when she was lying lazily in bed, underneath the cotton sheets, her naked body oozing satisfaction, when he came and surprised her with breakfast in bed, and the toast, two slices cut evenly, was buttered and spread with raspberry jam.

"You said raspberry was your favourite," Tim had said to her then.

It was that little touch -- that expert knowledge of something so trivial as a favourite type of food -- that made Victoria realise she was in love with this man. She wouldn't tell him for another month or so; she'd kept it away in herself, hidden like a secret which thrilled every time she'd seen him, laughed with him, touched him, kissed him. It was the little things that made us all happy.

***

The salad was delicious, as she had anticipated. Kyle hadn't thought so, but then to him if something wasn't deep fried then it wasn't actually food. He'd eaten a few bites before throwing a mini-tantrum. Julian had taken him to his room and, when he returns, says that their son has fallen asleep.

"We had a talk, though, about what's right and what's wrong at the dinner table. He promised he'd try some salad tomorrow."

Victoria nods. "I guess we should count ourselves lucky he doesn't do that kind of thing too often."

Julian sits down in his chair, sipping water from a half-full glass. "My boss' kid is a nightmare. One time he was brought into work because they couldn't get a sitter, and it's like a nuclear explosion in the office."

"I remember you telling me about that when you came home that day," Victoria smiles. "There was this boy this afternoon at the party causing a riot. He and his dad just moved here. The mom died a year ago apparently."




The Affair



"That's got to be rough."

"That bitch Laurinder made them leave because she didn't want a scene to ruin her precious party. How considerate is that? It really pissed me off."

"I can tell," says Julian. He takes her hand and kisses it lightly. Sparks fly up her arm as he does so. "You're right, though. That was wrong of Laurinder. I've never heard you call her a bitch before now. Uptight, maybe, but never a bitch."

Victoria sighs. "She isn't that bad...I suppose."

"You're a hundred times a better person than her. Apparently Ash walked on her having sex with the gardener last week."

Victoria gasps. "No way! When did you find out?"

"A couple of days ago," he admits. "I didn't want you to get all freaked out before the party."

"You know, I wondered where Ash was today. I couldn't see him at all..."

"They're staying together for Georgie's sake. He's a fool, if you ask me, but there we go." He gets up and stretches. "I'm gonna hit the shower, I think."

Victoria stays in her seat for a few minutes, her mind racing with this new information. Who would have thought that Laurinder Pinter would ever have even considered having an affair? Her marriage seemed so happy, so perfect...well, in the world of Laurinder, anyway. Poor Ash -- what the hell must he be going through? And as for Georgie -- how were they able to keep all this from her? There must have been arguments, fights, tears. Is her bedroom sound proof or something?

Victoria makes her way to their bedroom, checking in on Kyle as she passes his bedroom. Sound asleep. He was screaming bloody murder not ten minutes ago, and now he's as silent as anything. She will never cease to be amazed at her son. 

The sound of the shower running in the small bathroom opposite their bedroom is wonderful to hear; in her mind she sees Julian naked under the hot running water. She feels the warmth herself, memories of shared showers caressing her. She wants him tonight; she made up her mind about that sometime ago, it seems. When was it...? Who knew? Who cared? Little things, remember? Little things.

Victoria perches on the edge of their double bed. It almost takes up the whole of the small bedroom, but there's just room for a double wardrobe along the wall and a small dressing table. A television is perched on the corner of this; she switches it on and lazily flicks through channels until she finds her favourite music one, a channel specifically for club and dance music. 

Somewhere they've got cameras inside a club -- the music is pounding, beating, pulsing. The dancers on the floor are all young, attractive looking -- quite obviously hand picked by the management for this broadcast. Male and female models, all semi-dressed, are dancing on top of plinths dotted around the massive room. 

The energy of the dancers is infectious. Victoria taps her foot along to the beat, reliving nights out with her friends, with Kellie, who is, in Victoria's opinion, the greatest dancer ever. The way that she moves, especially when she is dancing with a guy, is so evocative and exciting, and sends them off with their heads spinning, unsure of what just hit them. Victoria has often wondered if her friend would ever consider teaching her how to dance like that, so one night she can really surprise Julian. 

The sound of the shower in the background stops; he will be with her soon. She turns the volume on the television down, unties the pink bow in her jet black hair, running her fingers through it as it falls to just over her small breasts. A new strain of music begins in the club, and the dance becomes more intense. Victoria can almost see the sweat glistening off of all those beautiful bodies. 

He walks casually into the bedroom, a simple brown towel tied around his waist. His body, his skin, his muscles -- all wet from the shower. He smells wonderful; the fragrance of the shower gel he uses is one of her favourites. He always buys it for her, every time. 

Seeing him now like this fills her with a warm lust that quickly begins to work its magic. She strides confidently up to him and, taking his head in her hands, kisses him fully on the lips. Their tongues dart on top of and underneath each other, her hands caressing his skin, damp to the touch. Already a lump sticks out from the rough material of the towel. Her fingers, quick, hungry, reach underneath and loosen the bind, letting the towel drop to the floor around his feet. 

His member stands out, not too long, thick. She lightly squeezes it with her hand as she continues to kiss him, feeling its warmth, feeling it throb gently on her palm. It grows, but not enough for her; it was taken by surprise, it's understandable. Grinning wickedly, she breaks the kiss and slowly sinks to her knees, kissing his body all the way down: his chest, his stomach, his thighs -- tasting the dampness of his beautiful skin.

She kisses the tip of his cock, growing now in excited anticipation, before she slides her lips and tongue over its head. Julian leans back against the wall, his eyes half-closed in rapture. He places his hands on her shoulders, gently stroking and caressing them through the material of her summer dress as she sucks. What has he done to deserve this? It's wonderful; she's so good at this, he has to fight hard not to get overexcited and end things before they're just beginning.

Thankfully, with a farewell lick, Victoria moves away from his warm body. Perching on top of their bed, she runs her hands up and down her smooth, tanned legs, her gorgeous eyes fixed on his. She reaches under the material of the dress, slowly pulling down a simple pair of white panties until they slip off her feet onto the floor beneath her. 

She sits there, legs slightly open, her sex showing; the smell of it is almost intoxicating. A finger beckons him to approach. He does so slowly, smiling at her, now more lust in his eyes than the love he has for her.

They kiss again; her hands stroking his flesh, his holding her face. The music from the television beats through the air, like a heartbeat that's racing. Their own pulses quicken -- now is the time. Victoria lies back onto the soft bed, Julian on top of her. He pulls himself into her wetness, causing her to shudder as he enters. He kisses her breasts through the material of her dress. The contrast of his nudity against her clothed is wonderfully arousing to him. 

He fucks her to the beat of the music, slowing down every so often as she is brought to the brink, teasing and toying with her. Every time he does so she moans in frustration, clenching onto his strong shoulders, until he starts again, feeling her buck beneath him. Her moans increase and he begins to sigh back at her. Her hands grip onto the sheets tightly, almost ripping them. She will explode tonight; she can feel it building up and up and up.

The force of his release makes her arch her back, her eyes open wide. She tries to make a sound but the pleasure is too intense for those first few seconds, before she can finally reply with a high-pitched squeal. He collapses on top of her, their chests heaving as they begin to sink from that high. They kiss hungrily, thankfully, breaking apart to gasp for air before their lips and tongues meet again. The music continues around them, a sound they are seemingly oblivious to in this aftermath.

After a while of lying like that Julian gently pulls himself out of her, an act that gives her a few muted shocks of tired pleasure. His cock, shrinking now, is glistening with her juices. Seeing this makes her want to place it in her mouth again, to taste herself on his salty skin, but one look at his tired yet happy face decides her against this. It's strange -- she never usually has such a large libido as she seems to have tonight. Maybe if she wakes up early the next morning she can surprise him before he goes to work.

He looks at her a little sheepishly. "I think I got cum on your dress."

She giggles lazily. "I forgive you. It's an old one, anyway." She looks into his eyes; for some reason she is moved to say, "I love you," as if she needed to convince him more. 

"I love you, too," he replies, smiling warmly.

Victoria reaches for the remote and switches the television off; she has had her dance for the night. She pulls the dress over her body; naked, she lies down with him. He falls asleep first, and it takes a while for her to drop off too. Is she still so hungry for more of him that it's going to keep her up? No, there must be something else. Thankfully, though, practising an old childhood trick of imagining absolutely nothing and concentrating on her breathing, she soon falls into a deep slumber.

***

She wakes the next morning alone; the warmth of the sun shining through their bedroom window is her only companion. She stretches her dozing body, thrilling at the sudden remembrance of falling sleep naked.

Yet something is missing. She frowns, puzzled. Something is playing on her mind. It has been for a while now. What is it? She stares up at the white ceiling of her bedroom, half-listening to the sounds of Julian and Kyle eating breakfast in the kitchen down the hall. Her stomach begins to rumble, but it isn't the hunger that is bothering her. It's a different kind of emptiness. 

Did she cum last night? Of course she did; she felt it, didn't she? It was like an explosion. She is so lucky, so very lucky to have such a lover for a husband as Julian; she has heard so many different horror stories from her friends about bad sex experiences, of lovers who just don't know what it means to give pleasure to a woman. Julian knows -- boy, does he. She did cum last night, for sure. What is there to be so worked up about?

She knows she has to move soon from this wonderful comfort, slight paranoia or not; Julian has work to go to, and she and Kyle must get ready for the park in the afternoon. The reminder of this little adventure fills her body with a strange sense of serene happiness. It is a change to their usual schedule, and she is helping a new friend. 

She showers quickly and dresses simply: a light mustard yellow bra and panty set; loose fitting jeans; pale short sleeve yellow top to go under a thin pullover. Julian has just enough time to kiss her goodbye when she goes into the main living area. She pulls him back for a second, deeper kiss that whispers of thirst. He seems a little taken aback but reciprocates lovingly before heading out the apartment door towards the garage forecourt and his car.

Time moves quickly; soon Victoria and Kyle were out the door, heading for the park. Kyle carries a large white soccer ball. He's crazy about the sport; he gets it from his father. Victoria keeps an eye on him as they cross the several streets before the entrance to the park. As they enter a smartly-dressed man, going back to his office presumably from his lunch break, passes them. Victoria feels his eyes scanning her gorgeous figure, her body, with immense approval. For some reason this fills her with a thrill, a buzz of schoolgirl excitement.

For a moment it looks like they've arrived a little early; then, around a large oak tree that rests to the side of one of the paths, comes first Nick and then Tim, chasing after each other and laughing loudly. Victoria feels their laughter is infectious; it is so good to see such a pair, who have had such tragedy, laughing and having fun. She calls out to them. Tim stands up straight and waves back at her, a broad smile on his face. Nick stops stock still and watches the newcomers warily, though his eyes are distracted by the soccer ball in Kyle's hands.

"Look, Nick. It's Kyle and his mum. Look what Kyle's got," says Tim, squatting down so he is level with his son.

Nick, a momentary shyness seizing him, whispers something into his father's ear. His father in turn smiles and nods. 

"I'm sure that will be all right, but we'd better ask first, hadn't we? And let's use the magic word..."

Nick edges forwards towards Kyle, who watches him with a curious glance. "Please can I play?" Nick asks quietly.

"Of course you can, can't he, Kyle?" asks Victoria gently. Kyle, in turn, drops the ball onto the ground and kicks it towards the other small boy. Hesitantly it is returned, but soon shyness is overcome with enjoyment, and the two boys are re-enacting the latest World Cup Final.

Tim and Victoria stand on the path, watching them as they play. They chat for a while, making small talk about the park, the weather, how weird it was that they bumped into each other at the grocery store. Tim tells her about his job, working as an illustrator for children's books, which is currently on hiatus due to the move to Sechs City. Victoria in turn explains how she decided to go along the traditional path of maternity leave becoming stay-at-home mom, something she'd promised herself she'd never actually do.

"This was a really good idea," says Tim. "Thank you for suggesting it."

"I'm due good ideas every so often," Victoria jokes.

His jeans are faded; how blue had they been when he first bought them? The unbuttoned shirt over the plain white T-shirt is a nice combination. The faintest whiff of aftershave -- almost all worn off from this morning's wash, not a re-dabbing. His eyes are firmly on his son, though when he does break away and look towards her its that same sparkle she sees of fun and good humour. 

"Why did you decide to move to Sechs City?" Victoria asks. They have been silent for a little bit too long. At least she thinks so.

Tim sighs. "Thing is, when I tell you...you're gonna think the worst of me. I mean, I could say it was for the schools, for Nick...it really wasn't that at all."

"Try me," says Victoria helpfully. She doesn't stop to think it would be prying; natural instinct just takes over.

Tim shakes his head. "No, it's okay. I don't want to put a downer on today...that was a great tackle, Nick! Well done!"

"Tim, I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know," Victoria persists. She worries that she will quickly become annoying, and so speaks in as level a tone as she can. "You can tell me. Part of the reason I invited you and Nick out was so that we could talk, to get to know one another a little better." She pauses, then adds, "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours?"

Tim looks at her for a moment; as if he's analysing her, trying to work out whether she's being honest or not. Finally he clears his throat and says, "Well, there were three reasons, really. The first was to get away from my mother, who'd become pretty much insufferable over the last twelve months. The second was that I needed to be as far away from anything to do with Sonia as I could. Moving to another city just felt like it was the right thing to do. Not just for me, you understand; for Nick too. We no longer walk past the office where she used to work, the swimming pool where she took him for his lessons, our favourite restaurant."

"Of course," replies Victoria. "It must have been heartbreaking."

"Yeah...then there was the third thing. I'd...read that Sechs City had the highest rate of marriages this side of the States."

For a moment, Victoria is not entirely sure what to say. "Oh," she manages.

"I'm not looking for anything just yet, you understand. It's too soon...I think..."

"You think?"

The boys are further up the grass now; another small group of children are nearby. Both parents try to stay focussed on their respective son so that they don't get lost.

"Your friend at the party, the one who had a go at me initially...what was her name?"

Something drops in Victoria's stomach. What the hell? She tastes something bitter in her mouth. It alarms her, frightens her even. She replies quickly, "Kellie. Kellie Byrne."

He repeats the name. "Kellie. Yeah. I hope you don't mind me saying this, and I know she was pretty pissed at me, but...well, she's a looker, isn't she?"

Looker. Rhymes with hooker. She's a whore. A slut. You're too good for her.

What the fuck? Victoria swallows. She has to change the subject; its getting too weird. Thankfully, right at that moment, Nick stops behaving himself and starts screaming at Kyle, who stands bewildered, soccer ball at his feet.

Tim and Victoria rush over, each consoling their child, each trying to find out what sparked the tantrum. Eventually it is found that Kyle believed the ball to have missed the goal they have set up in their minds, whereas Nick is adamant that he scored the greatest goal in the history of soccer. 

"Okay, okay," says Tim in a soothing voice. "Well, our imagination is all very well, but in this instance it just starts silly fights like this, doesn't it? So why don't we make some goals for you and then we won't have to have this again, okay?"

Quickly sticks are found; the backpack that Tim has been carrying, a carton of juice that Nick is willing to sacrifice for the greater good of the game. Tim removes his shirt to act as the final post; he stands there in his T-Shirt and jeans. The shirt is tight against his strong looking chest.

Victoria feels her knees wobble slightly as she watches him. Her heart has begun to beat just that little bit faster. She wants to cry; she feels awful, horrible. Snap out of it, she tells herself. Come on! Grow up, you stupid bitch!

The game finishes 2-2, Tim makes sure of that. The afternoon is slowly melting into evening, and it's time for them to go their separate ways. Nick seems to be a completely different child to the shy, awkward bundle of nerves he was when they first saw him. Now he's chatting away and giggling like nobody's business. Tim is obviously thrilled at this.

"We'll have to do this again," he says happily. Victoria merely nods before her eyes widen as he leans forward and kisses her goodbye on the cheek. She belatedly returns the friendly kiss and stands still, unable to move as he and Nick head off in the opposite direction.

How did this happen, she wonders as she and Kyle walk back through the park. When did it happen? There is absolutely no way that this kind of attraction hits you as quickly as that. Even with Julian it took a little while. She can't understand how fast she has been turned into this quivering wreck. And why? Why has it happened? Everything is going wonderfully in her life, in her marriage. She loves Julian, completely and utterly. What it is really, she decides, is just an innocent, pathetic little physical crush. That's all. The guy is very good looking. Not as handsome as Julian but still very good looking. That's what this is; as if she had met one of the handsome movie star she idolised and fantasised over in her youth. It is nothing more than that.

The screech of tyres wakes Victoria up from her troubled thoughts; she realises with sudden horror that she is standing in the middle of the road, a taxi cab stopping just in time before it collided with both her and a confused, scared looking Kyle. 

The driver gets out, his ace pale white. "Jesus, lady; are you all right?" he asks, genuinely concerned.

"God...yeah, I'm sorry, I really am."

"You know the crossing's only just down the street over there, don't you?"

She nods, thoroughly embarrassed. "Yes. Sorry again, I really am. Come on, Kyle."

She looks down at him; there are tears in his eyes. With a little difficulty -- he is much heavier now than he was even six months ago, let alone a year --she pick him up and carries him back to the sidewalk. 

"It's okay, darling," she soothes, hushing him and holding onto him tightly. "I've got you. I've got you."

***

The phone rings at a quarter to seven that evening in Tim and Nick's apartment. This is a rare event, so Tim is naturally a little pensive about who it could be.

"Hello, Tim?" says a vaguely familiar female voice.

"Yup?"

"Hey, it's Kellie. Kellie Byrne." 

Tim raises an eyebrow in surprise. "Kellie. Hi, how nice to hear from you. Listen, I wanted to say sorry again to you about what happened yesterday at the party..."




The Affair



"Oh, no, no," she interrupts him. "Tim, I need to apologise to YOU. I was way out of line when I started having a go at you. I know how difficult it is to be a single parent, you know?"

"Oh?" Tim replies, his interest a little more piqued. He didn't realise that she was single as well. 

"Actually, I was hoping I could make it up to you. There's this dinner for a couple of executives where I work at this really fancy restaurant, and I need a plus one. I'd be really pleased if you could be that plus one for me. I'd feel like I'd made up to you that way."

This is all going a little fast for Tim. "Erm, I'd like to," he says slowly, "but I've got to worry about Nick."

"Oh, that's not a problem. My friend Victoria will look after him for you. She's got my Ryan anyway, what's another rug rat, hmm?"

Tim nodded. Of course; he had a feeling Victoria had something to do with this. "Okay, why not? Will there be a dress code?"

"Smart but casual. I tell you what, why don't we meet at Victoria's when we're dropping the kids off?"

"Sounds good."

"Okay, see you then!"

"Bye."

***

For once the water temperature in the bath is just right. Victoria feels that she may have overdone it a little with the bubble bath, but the oils are doing her body a world of good.

Since the near-accident on the way back from the park she has been in a constant state of alertness. She can't believe that she would have been as stupid as she obviously was, not paying any attention to where she was walking with her son. It took him a good while to settle him down; by the time they got back to the apartment he was worn out from all of the crying. She had just got him off to sleep when Julian came home from work. Though surprised that his son wasn't going to be eating dinner with them that evening, he took Victoria's excuse that Kyle had had such a fun day today he was just worn out.

Now Victoria has the bathroom to herself; she need this bath so badly. Ever since she was a little girl, whenever she was worried about something, for some reason a bath helped her to calm down, to think things through and come to clear decisions. 

It is taking a while tonight for this to happen, however. Her body is tingling all over, her mind constantly distracted. 

As she lays in the tub, head back on the side, she slowly strokes her body. Her hands reach her breasts; they seem so sensitive tonight. After only a few gentle touches her nipples are hard, yearning. She feels a wetness between her thighs that she knows is not just bath water. 

Her fingers start to explore, inside and outside. She closes her eyes and daydreams about Julian, standing in front of her naked, his beautiful cock fully erect, ready to take her. She licks her lips; her throat is dry. Her thumb seeks out her clit, flicking it slowly, with no set rhythm. It is wonderful, blissful torture.

Someone else is in the room with her, standing there with Julian. They step to one side and her heart leaps. Barriers do not exists in our imaginations -- anything is possible. Even a gorgeous hot bath such as this cannot remove her thoughts from her new friend. It seems so natural for him to be there. 

Tim gets onto his knees and places his hands in the water with her body, stroking her soft skin, playing and toying with her breasts. He is naked too; Julian doesn't mind though. He is smiling, happy, content to share his wife with this wonderful man. 

In her mind Victoria stands up, the water falling off her body. She kisses Julian deeply, feeling his member pressing against her stomach. Tim steps into the bath with her, starts to kiss and lick her neck, her wet back, her firm rear. He is hard too; so hard and ready. He enters her from behind and she screws her face up tight in sudden pleasure, feeling her husbands tongue on her nipples, on her stomach, while her new lover slowly begins to move inside her. 

Victoria lets out a throaty moan, reaching out and grabbing onto his neck, shoulders. Julian, placing a leg onto the edge of the bath so that he is closer to the lovemaking, takes his firmness in his hands and begins to stroke it back and forth to the same rhythm as Tim moves in and out. It quivers and pulses in his hands, while Victoria's moans get longer, and higher. Julian closes his eyes, placing his free hand on the bathroom door to balance himself; it makes a small bang of skin on wood as it does so. 

"Victoria," he says out loud as his leg buckles, his passion overheats; he begins to spurt onto her stomach. It slowly runs down towards her innie of a belly button. "Victoria!" he cries out. "You awake?"

Victoria's eyes snap open. She is alone in the bathroom; half the bubbles have vanished forever. Her left hand is squeezing onto the edge tight, while her right has managed to work three welcome fingers into her incredibly hungry pussy. It has been a while since that has happened. 

There is a knocking at the door. "Victoria?" says Julian. "Honey, are you all right?"

"Yeah," she croaks, licking her dry lips. "Yeah, sorry, I guess I dozed off."

"Okay. I've got that Tim guy on the phone for you. Okay to come in?"

Victoria stops breathing; quickly she pulls her fingers, skin now greatly wrinkled, away from her begging sex and wipes them in the water. "Sure," she says. "Sure thing."

No doubt it's been set up -- who else would have done it but her? When she spoke to Kellie on the phone, a quiet desperation in her suggestion, she had not been surprised at how quickly her friend had agreed to the idea; she remembered all too well the lust that had begun to show in her eyes yesterday at the party. As she was sure she was the only one Tim had talked to about Kellie, he wasn't going to need a lot of time to put 2 and 2 together to make 4.

Julian steps into the bathroom, smiling slightly at the sight of his wife's beautiful naked body. He passes her the small cordless phone and then leaves, the door slightly ajar.

Hesitantly Victoria speaks into the small black object. "Tim?"

He greets her warmly, his voice filling her mind with sudden unbearable kindness and confusion; he tells her things she already knows, about Kellie and her invitation tomorrow evening, about her suggestion -- really Victoria's -- that Nick stay over with Kyle and Ryan.

"I just wanted to make sure that was okay with you and your husband," he says. "I mean, two small kids is one thing, but THREE...you know."

"It's fine," Victoria promises. "Seriously it would be a joy to have Nick over for dinner tomorrow night. It's more about you than anything else, Tim; you need to go out and enjoy yourself. Take some time for yourself. You're a great dad, but you're also human."

And so are you, she thinks to herself. So you have a crush? You're fantasising. Big deal. Julian fantasises all the time. You talk about it together in bed sometimes. He has that Rhianna calendar you got him as a joke because you caught him masturbating to one of her videos. And surely, surely there are women in his life, at work maybe, who he's found as attractive as Tim is to you. Surely. Don't feel so guilty. Remember, it's the little things.

***

When the hour eventually arrives, things are far from okay. It feels as if Victoria is about to lose her mind. All day she tries to keep herself busy; there is laundry to do, beds to be made, a growing son to watch over, feed and keep happy. Yet her mind has always been on this horrific moment when the doorbell rings and she opens the door to find Kellie standing there looking...stunning.

"Thanks, honey," her friend replies after she tells her exactly that. "You don't look half as bad yourself."

It's true that Victoria has touched up her make-up a little bit, her black hair is hanging loose and she is wearing her best pair of jeans, but compared to Kellie she looks like a piece of graffiti next to a DaVinci. 

Her long dirty blonde hair has been tied at the back with a butterfly clasp; she is dressed in a tight-fitting red strappy top and black trousers which show off her fantastic figure beautifully. Black heels match her trousers. As she steps into the house and gives Victoria a hug, her friend can feel through the material of their clothes in this tight embrace that she isn't wearing a bra. Slut. Her perfume smells expensive and is bound to turn more than a few heads. Whore. 

Ryan goes to find Kyle, who is playing with building blocks in his bedroom. Kellie watches her go before taking Victoria by the arm and leading her to the sofa, a look of panic suddenly etched across her face.

"Vic, you gotta help me here. I'm freaking out!"

"What? Why?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because it's the first date I've been on in a while, or maybe it's because I KNOW he's not the type of guy I usually go for so I'm worried he'll be intimidated or something...what do I do?"

"Do you want to call it off?"

She looks at her as if she's insane. "No! God, no! Call off the first date I've been on in months? What if he doesn't like me...as a person, you know?"

"Aren't you getting a little carried away with yourself?" Victoria asks, taking Kellie's hand and squeezing it tight. "This IS only your first date, and it's just a work party at that. Why get so worked up about it?"

Kellie sighs. "You're right, you're right. Fuck. I do, don't I? I just get into these...these states. I dunno. I blame my mother."

"You blame her for everything."

"Yeah, well, I got this paranoia from her."

When Tim arrives, a shy Nick hanging behind him, Victoria puts on as brave a face as she can. The little things, she reminds herself. In actual fact she feels fairly pleased that she is helping her new friend out. This was after all what he said he wanted, wasn't it? To meet new people and make new friends, particularly lady friends. Maybe now he will be able to find out whether or not he's ready to commit to a serious relationship, or if he still needs time to grieve the loss of his wife. Whatever the outcome, he's brought flowers.

"Just to clear things up a little," he says, a little sheepishly. "This bunch is for you, Victoria, to say thanks for looking after Nick tonight. And these are for you."

He gives the biggest bunch to Kellie. Of course he does. She takes them with a slight trepidation.

"Nick helped me pick these ones out for you. They're to say sorry again for his behaviour at the party."

"Really, Tim, you shouldn't have." 

As Tim turns to say hello to the children, Kellie turns her head towards Victoria and whispers quietly, "He really shouldn't have. Couldn't he have got me a bottle of tequila or something?"

"Shh!"

They leave a minute or so later; Victoria finds herself standing in the middle of her apartment staring at the front door. She looks over to her left and finds three pairs of curious eyes staring back at her.

"Right, guys," she says suddenly, clapping her hands playfully, "shall we do some painting?"

***

The dinner is a drag, a complete and utter bore. Tim feigns interest in the people around him, but his mind constantly wanders, never staying focussed on the conversation he's having. That's strange; he's usually more polite than that. It doesn't help that he cannot understand half of what these people are talking about. It's all figures and economics. He has never been any good at that. 

Kellie arrives at his side, two large glasses of champagne in her hand. "Hey, sorry for ditching you there for a moment. I swear if I have to pull another fake grin or laugh tonight I'll jump off the nearest fucking bridge!" Tim laughs, quickly swallowing some champagne when people look at him oddly.

"I'm sorry it's so boring. I hate these functions. All they're for is to pat ourselves on the backs -- well done, we made 1% profit and it's all thanks to us, nothing to do with the people who work for us at all."

"You sound a little bitter," says Tim. "Either that, or you know what you're talking about."

Kellie smiles lightly as they make their way towards the bar, away from the majority of the other guests. "Been there, got the photographs," she explains. "Before I was promoted I was just your average lowly pen pusher. But when I found out I was going to have Ryan, well I needed a job with more flexible hours and better pay. So I worked my fucking hardest for the next five months and impressed them so much that they gave me the promotion. They tried to take it away when they found out I was pregnant, but I brought a friend of mine whose a lawyer to the meeting and he straightened them out for me."

"That's pretty impressive stuff," replies Tim, leaning on the bar. "To do that all for your child -- you must love her very much."

"She's the best thing in my life," replies Kellie honestly. "When her father fucked off..." She trails off, blushing slightly pink. "Sorry; I should have warned you I swear quite a lot."

Tim shrugs. "Doesn't bother me. Promise."

Kellie smiles warmly. "It ain't a picnic being a single parent, is it?"

Tim finishes his champagne. "Sometimes I think I get it...you know? Some days I sit back when Nick's asleep and I think to myself, I did all right today. Then first thing next morning all hell breaks loose."

"Have you had the baby talk yet?"

Tim looks amused. "What's that?"

"The baby talk; the one where they ask you where babies come from. Mine was hilariously awful. I don't wanna feed my daughter bullshit, but at the same time I don't want all the moms banging on my doors because she's told their kids all about the birds and the bees."

"So what did you do?" asks Tim, intrigued.

"I gave her the special cuddle line mixed with the stork myth." She pauses, then adds, "there might have been a little bit of the Cabbage Patch Kids thrown in too."

They both laugh out loud, and are still laughing when Tim orders them two more drinks. Kellie gets the next ones -- she insists and Tim relents; but he makes sure he gets the next ones. Kellie tricks him into thinking he's paid for the ones after those, but really it's her card she's given the barman, who is in on the joke for an extra $25. They are the first to leave the dinner once the time is right; still joking, still laughing. Tim half-wonders if they should let their children see them in this tipsy state, and mentions so to Kellie.

She waves it aside. "Victoria knows me too well. She'll have made up the spare bed for Ryan. Haven't you seen how late it is anyway? They'll be fast asleep when we get back and I don't particularly wanna wake them up."

Tim agrees, and offers to walk Kellie home. She looks at him for a moment, then touches his arm and says, "That would be nice."

It's not too far to walk; the night is a clear one, warm enough to walk without jackets. They continue to talk good naturedly, the alcohol removing a few minor inhibitions when it comes to subject matters. Soon, they are asking questions in a light-hearted nature that they never would have thought they would ask this night.

"When did you lose your virginity?" Kellie asks mischievously.

"To my first girlfriend in college when I was eighteen," Tim replies. "Oooh, scandalous," he adds sarcastically. 

"Don't be like that," Kellie assures him. "You waited until it was right. I wish I did. As soon as I first fucked a guy I couldn't get enough of it."

"Look at your life as experience. It can't be all bad if you love sex as much as you say you do."

"True enough. But I'm damned if Ryan's gonna follow in her mother's footsteps. As soon as she's old enough she's learning the lot -- safe sex, the dos and don'ts. Everything. Rule number one: the art of good masturbation, 'cos god knows it's been a lifesaver for me."

There is a silence following this comment. They are walking over a bridge dotted with lampposts. A casual stream of late night traffic passes them by in a lazy fashion. Curious, Kellie looks over at her companion, wondering why he is so quiet. She allows her eyes to dart down his body. She could be mistaken -- the light could be playing tricks on her -- but is that the growing swell of an erection there before her?

He breaks the silence. "You're quite different to Victoria, aren't you? I hope you don't mind me saying that."

"Not at all. But we're a lot more similar than you'd think. She'd do anything for Kyle, same as I would for Ryan. And she might play the sweet and innocent housewife card but...well, let's say I know different. "

"You talk to each other about that kind of stuff?"

"Our favourite conversation." 

Tim nods slowly; in his mind the thought of Victoria talking like Kellie is now hits him like a blow to the head. Why should that be on his thoughts? His job is to make sure his friend gets back to her home safely. The semi-erection in his pants is noticeable, he knows this, but hopefully Kellie is too tipsy to see it. He feels a slight embarrassment mixed with a strange sense of happiness -- it has been a while since simply talking with a woman has aroused him.

They arrive at the building where Kellie lives; she asks him if he'd like to come up for a coffee before he goes back home. Feeling ever so slightly groggy at the prospect of his walk back, he happily agrees.

Kellie's flat is not exactly what Tim imagined it to be. It seems to suggest that Kellie has a bit more money than one would first suspect. Her front room has a hardwood floor with no carpet. The furniture looks like it should really belong in a country manor house than a flat in Sechs City.

"Most of this stuff belonged to my mom," she explains to Tim's curious looks as she hands him a small cup of steaming hot coffee. "They were the only things she left me in her will. She never forgave me for having a child out of wedlock."

"I'm sorry to hear that," says Tim genuinely. "I gotta confess, if I had been in your shoes, if my parents had treated me like that, I'd have probably sold it all or burnt it all or something. The fact that you didn't do that...well, it's something. "

Kellie smiles slightly; before Tim realises what's happening she has walked right over to him, taken his head in her hands and planted her lips on his. Taken aback a little at first, Tim allows the kiss to continue, enjoying the feel of her lips, her tongue, and the smell of her perfume from her close, beautiful body.

She takes his hands as they kiss, places them on her tight ass beneath the velvet material of her black trousers. He squeezes it lightly in response, pushing her closer into him. She feels his desire for her pressed against her thighs. Is it really for her? Or has it just been so long that any woman could get this reaction? Right now, she doesn't care. She wants him. Now.

She pulls her top off above her head between kisses, revealing to his hungry eyes her round 34C breasts, smooth and tanned. He kisses them lightly, bites and sucks at the hardening nipples there. Her mouth becomes dry as she closes her eyes -- it has been a while since a man so tenderly teased with her there.

As Tim continues to flick the nubs with his tongue, his mind whirls. This has never happened to him before; no woman has ever come onto him as quickly or as strongly as this beautiful woman has just done. Even when he met his wife for the first time it was hesitant, shy on both accounts. They saw each other for four months before finally submitting to their desires and making love on her couch one lazy Sunday afternoon. The suddeness, the clear intentions have taking him by surprise; this is perhaps what has aroused him the most.

She lifts his head off of her breasts and kisses him hungrily again, her fingers scrabbling for the buttons on his shirt. It's soon off and on a heap on the floor, joining her own. She licks his chest -- he keeps in good shape, no huge abs to speak of but still very nice -- and teases his own nipples with her tongue. Playfully she bites lightly on one of them. With an intake of breath Tim pushes her back slightly. The nipple is sore, slightly red. They look at each other for two, maybe three seconds. Time is moving quickly now.




The Affair



Jack and I were sitting in the park where we'd first met.

"So, when did you first know you wanted me to fuck you?"

"Geez, I don't know," I replied. I damn well knew, but hesitated telling him.

"You know. Any woman knows it the moment she wants a guy inside her. C'mon, when was it?"

"Jack, I'm telling you, I don't remember!"

"Well let me tell you, Donna, it was the first time you laid eyes on me."

"Don't be so sure, Jack...."

"Shut up! You just told me you didn't recall when you knew and here you are telling me I'm wrong about it. You can't have it both ways."

"I...I remember now. It was a Sunday morning. I was up early and out jogging. It was cool, probably early June, maybe four or five weeks ago. I jogged to Houston and 14th Streets and felt so good I continued up to about 24th street. I stopped by this park. I love this park."

"Go on."

"I have this thing about bras. In fact, I hate them and almost never wear them; but do when jogging. I don't flop too badly but the bra didn't fit properly and the constant bouncing had rubbed my nipples raw. The park was empty and I sat on a bench almost enjoying myself; almost, except for the scrapes on my nipples that were both distracting and kind of painful. 

"And that's where I came along."

"Yeah... you caught me looking down my top at my ninnies. I guess you paused in your jogging to flirt with me."

"I did. I was surprised when you were so candid about your sore nipples."

"But you offered a solution quickly enough."

"That was easy. I needed to get you out of the public view. So I looked around, saw the entrance to that Telephone building across the street. I knew it was mostly equipment and not much in the way of personnel, and suggested going there."

"And I was dumb enough to go with you."

"Tell me you regret going there with me."

"No, I never regretted it., Jack, never."

"And, half hidden in the entrance to the building you exposed those lovely tits and put something on them. Whatever was it?"

"Lip balm. I had some in my little purse."

"From there it was just a hop, skip and a jump to my apartment on Gramercy Drive."

"Yes... that quick and I was in your apartment.

"You wanted me inside you the moment you first saw me stop next to you on the bench. Didn't you?"

"Yes, I saw a slight bulge under your running shorts; and with the mixture of pain and pleasure tingling my ninnies immediately grew hot and horny. My husband was already off to his golf game and I knew I'd be alone until later than afternoon. And there you were."

"God's gift to horny women everywhere," he said with a hearty laugh.

"You wish," she said laughing along with him. We both knew it was a shallow laugh on my part, for he had induced me without much difficulty into having sex with other men and women on several occasions.

"So tell me Donna, what kind of lover am I?"

"Do you really need me to stroke your ego, Jack?" "I asked you a question, Donna."

I knew enough to keep my eyes down as I answered him. He had a decided mean streak in him. There were times when I did my best to bring it out, but I sensed this wasn't one of those times and that I might regret playing games with him.

"You are a magnificent lover, Jack." I meant every word. "I need lots and lots of foreplay before I'm aroused and can accept a man inside me. You take as long as I need, every time. I appreciate that. No, I love you for that, Jack. I truly do."

"So I get you moaning for a boning?"

"Yeah, you do, Jack."

"You recall our first time, Donna?"

"Of course I do. My nips were sore from the material rubbing against them while I ran. We wound up in your place and you broke out the oil... baby oil, wasn't it?"

"It was, Johnson's, I think."

"After massaging the oil into my tits for ages, you moved on."

"Well, you had other areas to explore."

"Indeed, and one of them was my pussy. As I recall, we lay head to foot and you put on a rubber, just in case, you said. I thought it might be a good idea to warm the baby oil and then started rubbing it over your hardon. You did the same to me... my pussy, that is, I didn't have a hard on."

"You did! Your clit, remember? You'd never seen it as engorged as it got that afternoon.

"Oh... you're right!"

"We went on for hours."

"We did! I remember you came several times. The rubber was filled with your stuff."

"Eventually you drank it, remember?"

"Yuk! Yeah, I did, didn't I? Was I always a slut?" "All women are sluttish at heart. At least that's been how I found them."

I raised my eyebrows and he laughed at me. "In all fairness I had four fingers shoved up your snatch and you had already come several times. And so when I asked you to empty the rubber, you never hesitated. You took it off me and very slowly let the cum drip down your throat."

"Mmmm."

"Had you ever swallowed a load before that?"

"I don't... well maybe...this guy in high school didn't pull out when he was supposed to, but I spit most of it out the window."

"Spit it out the window? Where the fuck were the two of you?"

"In the backseat of his Ford, silly!"

"Oh, I should have known, it being high school and all. So you're saying you swallowed some of it?"

"I guess I did. I didn't mean too, but shit happens, right?"

"It sure as hell does, Donna."

"I ever tell you I used the oil on my husband?"

"No, how'd that work out?"

"He went crazy! Didn't I mention it to you? He insists on it at least once a week."

"So you two fuck at least once a week, huh?"

"Usually two or three times, Jack. I have too. He's a horny bastard."

"He ever, um, oil a finger and put it up your ass?"

"Why are you asking me that?"

"I'm interested in your love life, baby. Now answer me."

"Yes, he has."

"And then he fucks you up the keister, huh?"

"No Jack. No one has got me there."

"So you're an anal virgin, huh?"

I didn't answer him. The conversation waned a little after that until some guys came jogging up the path toward us.

"Give these guys coming up a treat. Lift one leg up on the bench like you're stretching or fighting a cramp."

"Jack!"

"Do it! I want them to get a gander at your snatch."

"I'm wearing panties, jack," I protested.

"So what? Think they care? Give 'em a good look, Donna."

I did as I was told. The first guy stumbled and almost hurt himself. The second guy stopped, pretended to help the one who fell, but really took a good look up my skirt.

He kidded the fallen guy as he helped him up while Jack and I sat on the bench watching them. "You gotta watch where you're going Nelson," he said. Nelson didn't reply, but winced in pain as he tested his leg, which had a nasty cut on the kneecap. But they moved on and were soon out of sight.

"No underwear from now on, Donna. Got it?"

"But why, Jack?"

"Because I said so, that's why?"

"Okay, Jack, no more panties," I replied, already worrying about how I would explain it to my husband if he decided to jump my bones when I returned from one of my daily jogging sessions. And so began our daily ritual. Even the days I went to work at my part-time job at the art gallery it was sans panties. 

I gradually overcame my initial fear and soon found myself climbing the gallery stairs without a thought of who might be looking up my dress or skirt from the landing below, knowing my pussy was complexly visible to them if they looked my way.

I'm not an unattractive woman. Many men and women did look. Several even propositioned me. I told them I was a happily married woman, which I am.

*****

"You want this, don't you?" Jack said caustically.

I swallowed. "Yes. Yes, I want it."

"Good. Look to your left."

I did and saw a trio of older teenage boys, filled to the brim with hormones and confidence. They saw me almost immediately, and leered at me openly as they approached.

"Show them," Jack said.

"But...."

"Show them," he repeated with just a hint of steel in his voice.

Blushing furiously, I took the hem of my skirt between forefingers and thumbs, and slowly lifted it. The boys gasped and cursed as my pussy came into view then they were laughing as my pubic hair, shaped expertly into the shape of a love-heart, was revealed to their young eyes.

"Good girl," Jack murmured urbanely, and his words were like a drug, making my blood sizzle.

Tiny electrical charges of pure pleasure crackled over my skin; every sense was heightened, registering every subtle movement of air on my body. I inhaled the scent of my sex, and as though from a distance heard my panting, rasping breath.

"Touch yourself for them!"

I heard him, but couldn't believe he'd ask me to do it. 

"Do it, Donna!"

And with no hesitation I complied, sending my candy-pink fingernails across my glistening cunt and then two slick fingers inside while my eyes rested on the biggest of the boys who must have been eighteen or nineteen, mouths agog, vibrant teenage cocks tenting their baggy jeans.

"Jesus Christ!" The biggest one gasped as my finger stirred my honey pot -- making a suc,suc,suc sound.

The shortest of the boys came in his pants. I recognized it for what it was by the stain that appeared at the point of where his cockhead must have been; and it kept spreading. The others noticed and started ragging on him. They were still teasing him when they abruptly turned and walked away. Other than the "Jesus Christ!" uttered once, they hadn't said a word in front of me.

"Probably the first time they ever saw a real cunt," Jack laughed.

I knew then that he was taking me down a road I wasn't sure I wanted to traverse.

Who am I kidding? I knew damn well I wanted to go down any road Jack pointed me toward.

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

The next day I knew when I woke up that I was going to have sex, but not in my bed. My husband, Matt is still fast asleep and will be for another hour before the alarm will wake him for work. I dress and go for my jog. 

Jack's place is on the west side, so I jog across 14th Street. The blocks are extremely long east to west in the city so I get to do some speed work on the empty sidewalk. I am at his place before eight and get him out of bed to answer the door. I am not in love with Jack. I am in total lust with him. 

"Want me to take a shower first?" I ask.

"Fuck no. I like the smell of a sweaty woman," he replies, already caressing me. He turns me on my stomach. Chills run through me as his tongue trails up to my neck from my spine. I cringe at his tongue darts behind my ear. When his mouth kisses my neck, I get goose bumps. His lips are on the points of my shoulder blades. I have never been kissed there before. From there he crisscrosses my spine with his tongue. His warm hand rubs me calf to mid-thigh. The erotic foreplay is slow and sensual, as I lie with my face buried in a pillow; my body feels like bees are crawling under the skin. 

He places several loving kisses on my rump and the back of my legs just behind the knees. It feels terrific. He has me grinding my pelvis into the bed, kissing my heels and massaging the soles of my feet. I help him raise my middle as I kneel with my breasts on the bed. He kisses my buttocks again, and then lifts one cheek only to run his tongue under it just where it meets the leg. 

I realize I'm mewing with delight. 

When he kisses my tailbone and I marvel aloud at the funny sensation it causes. He stays there to give me time to protest. I don't. Then he gently spreads my cheeks as his tongue travels downward. I showered before leaving home, and although sweaty from my run, I don't protest, although I have reservations about letting his tongue in my mouth, but I know they'll be gone when that time comes. I don't argue the point. When he gets to my ass an electric spark passes right through me to the front. His tongue continues working there and I know I am opening up for him. 

I can feel the moisture he has deposited there. He says that he wants to put it in me back there, but I protest that I have never been able to accept anything but a thermometer there.

"I'll stop if you tell me too," he says.

I cannot bring myself to refuse him. 

"Be kind to me, Jack, please be kind to me," I say trying to relax; I tell myself he won't hurt me. 

He asks if he can open me with his fingers. I tell him no.

He spits on my anus twice. I feel his finger directing the saliva into my rectum, but his finger remains outside.

"Here goes," he tells me, and I feel him pushing into me. Trying to help, I push back. The head goes part way in, but I am losing my glow. 

He stops before I have to ask him. Secretly I think he enjoys the idea of being too big to enter me. He moves back and kisses my tailbone again. His fingers glide over my lips. I relax; I doubt that I've ever felt this secure during sexual activity.

Jack finds my core, two fingers on one side and the thumb on the other. He's mashing the kernel of corn and my good feeling is back. The thumb now follows my inners and easily penetrates my vagina. It simulates a phallus. His index finger is working my clitoris in trigger fashion. 

I find myself pushing down into his thumb. His tongue trails down between my buttocks, finds my anus and probes it lightly. He kisses it then gives it a hard suck and it puckers. More tongue, more sucking. 

I am enveloped in a delightful sensation, very much the same as sucking my nipple but not as intense. He takes his time, almost too much time. The rhythm of his thumb and index finger slowly increases. The sucking and tonguing is getting stronger. I am breathing faster and climax impaled by his thumb and tongue. 

He moves up to me and I turn to my side to greet him. My thigh becomes wet, he has ejaculated too. I was so turned inward that I didn't even know, but thankfully it was good for him too. We kiss, fully, hungrily. 

My tongue is in his mouth. I don't think about where his tongue has been, but detect a salty taste -- my sweat? I push the other thoughts away and think of how sweet and loving he is with me. I hug him and cling to him. 

*****

A week later I came to realize Jack has subtly been exerting his dominance on me. I have met and surprisingly accepted two other women who are also his lovers; Abby and Zoe. He calls us his A to Z harem and we like hearing it. 

*****

My husband is on a three-day business trip and I decide to spend the night at Jack's.

Around two-thirty a rhythmic vibration awakens me. All four of us are sharing Jack's king-sized bed. Zoe and Abby are laying together, head to foot, each with a hand touching the others pubes. Jack touches me this way on occasion while I'm jerking him off. For me it is a better angle that allows rubbing of the sensitive underside of my clit. 

I am not exactly shocked and understand that the women have positioned themselves so that I can see them intimately.

I can see the Abby best from where I am. Her feet are to me. Her dark hair grows in a thick unruly mass on a prominent mons and outer lips. It disappears between her buttocks. Her ample inner lips are brown tinged, slightly swollen and flared. 

I can only see the top of Zoe's as she masturbates Abby. Intrigued I watch her fingers move down the lips and in her body for a few strokes and then returns to the top to play with her clitoris. 

Their movement is slow and I bring my hand to my own clitoris to pleasure myself. Eventually, Zoe moves to her knees alongside Abby. Her head goes between the other woman's legs. Her close cut hair does not hide what she is doing. I can see her tongue darting at Abby's clit. She licks her, rubbing her tongue up and down in the slit. She drools some spittle for lubrication and speeds up her licking.

Jack is snoring, sleeping the sleep of a tired lover, having satisfied the three of us earlier. I can't see Abby's hand, but know with a certainty it's between Zoe's legs. 

All three of us are at the same spot; each of us rubbing a clitoris. Then Zoe's head descends, blocking me from seeing what she's doing to Abby, but I can guess. After a while she shifts position and I see Abby's slit is now wet and more openly flared. The inside is dark but I can see her pink clit with the hood retracted standing bravely to accept its tongue-lashing.

Abby's hand moved to Zoe's breast and seemed to be milking the nipple. Almost instinctively my own hand began fondling my breast in similar fashion. I can faint slurping sounds as Zoe continues munching away at Abby's pussy. Moving my head several inches to the right, I see Zoe pumping two fingers into her friend while licking and sucking away at her clit. 

There is an awkward moment when Zoe changes position, putting her beside Abby's head. I watch her lean forward and grind down on Abby's twat. A moment later, they are love locked and pleasing each other. I can sense their momentum and I build along with them. I finish first but just by an instant. Afterward we all rest a while and then get up. 

I hug and kiss them both and become embarrassed realizing that I have kissed them on the lips. 

*****

That afternoon, with both Abby and Zoe supporting me, Jack took me anally.

The girls bolstered my confidence some, with Zoe chirping incessantly about her ability to accept the entire length of Jack's magnificent member into her ass. She had told me that he loved this method of lovemaking above all others.

"You have to use lots and lots of lubricant," Abby said several times. 

"Yeah, there will be a hell-of-a-mess," Zoe said cheerfully, but so what, it gets the job done."

Then Abby was back, with, "I just fold my knees back toward my chest for him. And I spread my knees wide apart which opens my twat for him. Doesn't hurt at all, in fact I prefer anal to vaginal."

"Yeah, you leave all the vag stuff for me," Zoe laughed as Abby tried to swat her with her hand.

They gave me an enema as a precursor to anal entry. Jack sat on the toilet watching as I remained in the tub while Abby filled me with water and purged my bowels. At the point where I thought I would burst, Jack scrambled away from the toilet and I took his place and expelled the entire contents into the toilet bowl. I felt powerless to refuse this unusual and kinky pleasure of theirs. I felt it would somehow help me manage Jack's erection when the time came and forced myself to accept this treatment.

Eventually I couldn't stall any longer. He called me into the bedroom and told me to get him hard. I gave him a cursory blowjob while Zoe worked a large gob of jelly into my rectum with her fingers.

I was trembling as he positioned me across the bed, telling me to relax as he pressed his pride and joy against my anal opening.

Zoe whispered words of encouragement into my ear but I still bit my lip as he pushed it in. 

"Christ! She's tight, Zoe," Jack exclaimed.

Then he grunted as he pushed it even further in, but now the pain was overwhelming, and I screamed in pain, "No! No--No more! Please take it out. Please Zoe... make him stop! I can't do this. "Please Jack...it's too fucking big." 

I was in agony, barely able to breathe and it felt as though my intestines were being crushed. I sobbed when the pressure stopped. He rested while Zoe asked him to let her show me how it was done.

To my relief, Jack extracted his penis and lay back on the bed while Zoe positioned herself above him then lowered her ass onto him with no apparent effort accepting him until she was seated on his hips with her legs wide apart.

She smiled at me and indicated her engorged clit, fully erect, glistening and wet above her vacant love hole. Her smooth labia were stretched wide and her dreamy eyes revealed the bliss she was experiencing at being fully impaled on Jack's thick cock. She wriggled her generously padded bottom sensuously and my eyes opened wide in disbelief. 




The Affair



With a newborn respect for Zoe, I felt a need to reciprocate somehow and that found me between her massive thighs nuzzling at her cunt as she moaned appreciatively.

Abby kept at me, encouraging me to have Jack try my ass again, but I wasn't listening to her. I did, however, keep eating away at Zoe's steaming twat. I'm not sure which of us brought her to a rousing climax, but I'd like to think it was me and not Jack. But who knew for sure. I doubt Zoe could tell us had she been capable of talking.

I tried imagining the pleasure Zoe was feeling from being anally penetrated. Had I given up to soon? Maybe had I added more lubricant it might have gone easier?

In any event, I made up my mind to give it another try, and did, later on that day.

*****

Jack sent Zoe and Abby out for a beer run. He was very kind and careful with his entry this time. For my part, I had so much lubricant worked into my butt I was wondering if his dick would fit. 

"This is a go," he said, sounding like an astronaut speaking to Mission Control. "Stretch those legs out, Donna." 

After I complied, he brought my legs together one at a time, and then squeezed them even tighter with his knees. His cock was rock hard and caught in the hollow between my legs. Jack smiled and began sweet-talking me, occasionally kissing me, or putting his tongue in my ear. 

The base of his cock is there, just a fraction of an inch away from my clit. His movement makes my inner lips open and tantalizes my clitoris. We both stay excited, prolonging our desires. I am wet and lubed. 

"Roll over, he whispers, lifting me slightly so I can oblige him. "Put your arms above your head." 

The entirety of his cock is lubed when he presses it into my anus. He moves it with his hand until he gets it started. Then he puts weight on it carefully. To my surprise and gratification, my anus spreads to accept his insistent cockhead. He doesn't rush. He pulls out two or three times when I tighten up concerned he might be hurting me.

He told me not to make a sound. He concentrated on getting the purple tip into my asshole without hurting me. I lay still and tried to control my breathing as his cock slowly invaded me. I would love to have moved my hand down to finger myself but Jack wanted this to be his moment. The head went completely into me. He paused for a minute so that my body could more readily accept him then he shoved it in, until his cock is in up to the hilt. Then with his cock filling my rectum, he began a steady fucking and after a while I found myself fucking him back.

Several very pleasurable minutes later he came inside me. He waited patiently for his cock to shrivel, and then I shit him out. 

To my surprise, he parted my ass cheeks with his hands and watched his sperm slowly trickling out of my gaping asshole while I finished myself off by rubbing my clit until I came almost as hard as he did. 

*********

Strong feelings of guilt surfaced the following day when my husband, Matt returned home from his trip. I waited anxiously while he showered, and then when he came into the bedroom wearing a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, I dropped to my knees and attacked him; the boxers were at his knees before he could react.

I had his flaccid penis in my mouth, sucking voraciously before he could comprehend what was happening. His penis knew how to react t o my wanton display, surging to full size in seconds. Only then did I back off enough to get rid of my robe so I could lower my panties. "Fuck me, Matt! Dear God, put it in me now. Please," I begged even as I was thinking, what's come over me? I must look like an idiot. What will he think of me? What am I doing? 

If Matt didn't know the why of my actions, he certainly knew what to do. I remember grunting as he rammed his dick into me. And after maybe thirty seconds of his cock churning into me, I came. It was the quickest cum I'd ever had.

Matt was still going full blast and I recall thinking: Just a little more and I'll be there again. Then he grabbed me by the hips and resorted to a slow fucking motion... slamming it in then slowly easing back and slamming it in again. I saw stars as I came again, marveling that Matt was still banging away at me. This was a new thing between us and I made the mistake of not remaining in the moment, but let my mind wander, wondering where this new -- for him -- style of fucking had come from. Had I inspired him? That was doubtful... 

Matt's convulsive jerks brought me back to the moment as he filled me with his sperm. I tried unsuccessfully to rub my pussy on his cock for that final friction to get one more orgasm. But we were done for the night and so I probably missed out on another scintillatingly gratifying orgasm.

"Do you want some ice water?" he asked a few minutes. 

"Yes, please." 

We were back in our comfortable routine again, but in the back of my mind there was a troubling thought. Where did he learn to fuck like that? 

"Jesus, that was great," Matt said when I came out of the bathroom. "What brought that on, Donna?" 

"I don't know," I lied. "I was reading a hot romance on the web, maybe it worked me up without my realizing it. Or maybe you just caught me during that fifteen minute period once a month when a woman really wants a man. All I know now is that I need to sleep." 

***** 

I forced myself to wait two full days before I hooked up with Jack again. Maybe I'm getting close to controlling my compulsions... and then maybe not.



The Affair



The doorbell rang. It was his wife's friend at the door. 

'Hi Dan!', she smiled brightly. 'How are you?'

'Fine, thanks Janet,' he replied. 'Come on in.' She walked in, closing the door behind her.

He turned to give her the customary kiss on the cheek, but things got a bit confused and their lips brushed instead. He felt a bit awkward, he didn't want to seem to be coming on to his wife's friend.

She didn't seem to notice. 'Is Melissa home?' she asked. 'I thought we could go out for a coffee.'

'No, she's working today, sorry.'

'Oh, I forgot about that. Oh well, never mind. Mind if I stay for a coffee? I don't have to go anywhere for an hour or so.'

'Sure,' he replied gallantly. He didn't mind. Janet was easy on the eyes, and today in particular she was dressed pretty smartly. Sexy, too, with a V-cut tank top showing a hint of her nice round breasts.

She brushed lightly past him as she walked down to the kitchen, her hand briefly trailing over his back. Did he imagine it, or did he get a whiff of perfume? Stronger than he remembered her wearing last time she visited, but still subtle.

As he followed her, he was able to admire he shapely body from behind, safe from seeming like he was perving on her. She was taking her time, with her hips swaying slightly.

'Your house looks fantastic,' she commented as she walked. 'Melissa does a great job of keeping it nice.'

She stopped suddenly to look at one of the prints hanging on the wall. Distracted, he barely avoided walking straight into her. Stopping just in time, he looked at the picture too, then glanced back at her. As she had turned to look sideways he could see clearly down her front. She seemed to be studying the picture so he let his eyes linger a few moments longer. This close, the perfume was definitely noticeable.

He felt a slight thickening in his pants. This was crazy! He had to think about something else before the bulge became obvious.

'Uh, I'll put the kettle on,' he said, steadying her with his hand as he walked past her quickly. She smiled quietly at his retreating back. It was working! She knew Melissa would be out, she had found out from a mutual friend. Nothing suspicious about that, Melissa was not to know that she knew.

She had chosen her outfit with care. Smart enough to look suitable for a coffee at the local cafe, but sexy enough to catch his eye. She had previously noticed him glancing at her tits, so made sure she wore something to show them off. Plus, a push-up bra to just give them a bit more roundness than he would have remembered. And the perfume, of course, applied just before she got out of her car.

She wasn't sure if it was going to work, but she hoped. Some excitement was definitely what she craved. Her own husband left for work early each morning, and came home late, usually too tired to pay her any attention. But Dan, he seemed more laid-back.

Dan worked part-time, so he was more available. She knew he would be home today, she had got the pattern of his working days from Melissa last time they had coffee, by asking some innocent-sounding questions.

The thing was, not to scare him off. Plus, she had some tricks up her sleeve. She thought she had a chance. His clumsiness in the hallway suggested he was thinking about her body, rather than what he was doing. She intended to keep him doing that.

She dropped her handbag, and a few items of shopping, onto the kitchen counter. While he was making the coffee she grabbed a compact camera from her handbag, pointed it towards the table where they were going to sit, and hit Record. Her body blocked his view of what she was doing.

She had previously charged the battery fully and put in a high-capacity memory card. It should be good for over an hour. She had previously covered the 'recording' light with a tiny bit of black paper, so there would be no tell-tale light. She dropped a handkerchief partly over the camera to make it look less obvious, being careful not to cover the lens.

As he poured her coffee, she walked up beside him and briefly put her hand on his waist, seemingly in a natural, friendly way. Just a brief touch. 'Do you have any sugar?' she asked. 

'Er, sure!' he replied, moving away from the hand and grabbing the sugar bowl. 'I'll bring it over.'

'Thanks, Dan.' She sat down at the kitchen table, leaning forwards just slightly so her tank top fell slightly forwards, exposing more of her breasts. She pulled the morning newspaper towards her and pretended to read it.

He brought over her coffee, standing next to her, and looking down as he put the coffee cup down. He could hardly help noticing her cleavage, and since her eyes were looking away from him, at the newspaper, his eyes lingered for a moment longer than good taste would normally dictate.

'You're welcome,' he replied, moving back reluctantly. His wife didn't normally give him such a good show of tit, and he was enjoying it.

Meanwhile Janet had been silently counting up, just how long he had stood there and ogled her breasts. Definitely longer than was required to just put down a coffee cup. She had carefully kept still, so as to not frighten him off.

Dan went to make himself a coffee too. While he did that, she pulled out the adjacent chair for him to sit on. To sit anywhere else would have been awkward. 

As he walked back she gestured to the chair, so he had little choice but to sit there. They swivelled out a bit from the table, to face each other, and then he noticed more clearly that she was wearing a skirt, and not a particularly long one. Her bare knees, pressed together, were very visible. They had a creamy, inviting look.

'So, how's work?' she asked, picking up the coffee cup in one hand and the saucer in the other. Before he could answer he noticed that by doing so her arms were both gently pressing against her breasts, pushing them together slightly, and accentuating her cleavage. She leant forwards slightly, as if to better hear his reply.

'Er, work?' he replied in a distracted tone. 'Ah ...' ('Stop looking at her tits!' he said to himself. 'That's Melissa's friend, not your date').

He felt his erection growing, and to his horror he remembered he was only wearing a light tracksuit. The fabric wasn't stiff enough -- (no no) 'strong' was the word he was looking for -- to hold it in. Any moment now she would glance down and see it, and he would be in big trouble, he thought. However she was just smiling into his eyes, apparently oblivious.

He had an idea. 'Biscuit?' he asked, jumping up, and turning away towards the cupboard. It was done so clumsily he almost knocked over the chair. Her smile broadened. He hadn't turned fast enough. As he stood up up, she could clearly see the tent of his erection, much more clearly than when he was sitting. So far so good. All going to plan.

At the cupboard, with his back to her, he dropped one hand down inside his pants and did a quick 'adjustment', trying to lie his cock flat where it wouldn't be as noticeable. He flicked the T-shirt over the bulge, hoping it would look like a fold in the cloth. The movement did not go unobserved though, she was expecting exactly that. She licked her lips. 

As he turned back towards her with the packet of biscuits she quickly looked away, to hide the fact that she had been watching.

He sat down again, and forced himself to answer her questions, difficult though it was. Eventually he had a brainwave. He dropped his hands casually onto his lap, trying to look natural, as he leaned forwards to hear what she said. The hands covered his bulge, but he wasn't sure what he was going to do if he had to stand up again.

She edged her chair towards him a bit, as if to better participate in the conversation. Their knees were almost touching. As he was the taller, his eyes were a bit higher, and it was very hard not to look at her breasts again.

She started to worry. He looked close to panic. She thought he might be about to flee. 'Dan, can you help me with my mobile phone?' she asked. 'I can't work out how to change the picture on the front screen.'

'Uh, sure,' he replied. She reached into her handbag and grabbed the phone. Walking over to be beside him she put the phone in front of him and sunk to her knees next to his chair, her eyes glued to the phone.

He took the opportunity to push the chair towards the table, and sit forwards, so the tabletop was covering his rather obvious bulge.

He glanced from the phone, to her. On her knees next to him, right next to him, he could look straight down her top. He started breathing more shallowly. 'Concentrate, you bastard!' he told himself.

As he started jabbing at the menu buttons she seemed to lose balance. She reached over and put her arm around his waist to steady herself. She left it there. The feeling was electric. It was like being a teenager again. But he wasn't doing anything wrong, right? Sure. Just showing her how to use the phone. The warmth of her hand was turning him on even more. He wanted it to stay there as long as possible. He slowed down his explanation, made a couple of mistakes. Well, that part was easy. His mind was only half on the phone. 

He found the wallpaper part of the phone menu. 'Which picture do you want?' he asked her. She reached out with her free hand, languidly covering his and pointed. For a moment she touched his hand. 'That one,' she breathed.

He finished fixing the phone. 'Thanks so much,' she smiled brightly at him. 'Let me reward you.'

'Ah no, it's nothing,' he replied modestly.

'Sure, it's something. My husband is always too busy to help me. Here.' With her arm still around his waist she pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips. 'Thanks a lot, Dan,' she whispered.

He closed his eyes, savouring the moment. 'Well, don't I get a kiss back?' she asked mischievously. 'Here, stand up and face me.'

As he stood up, she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again. 'Why not?', he thought. He put his arms around her and returned the kiss, at the same time trying to keep their hips apart so she wouldn't feel the full effect she was having on him. 

It didn't work. She dropped one hand to his bum, and pulled their hips firmly together. He could feel his cock grinding into her skirt, as could she. She started to wriggle to increase the effect on him.

As they kissed she gently turned around, making sure that their faces would appear on the video camera she had left running. She probably had enough footage now to get him into deep shit with Melissa, but if she could encourage him to go further, all the better.

Janet was ecstatic. Armed with the footage she could blackmail Dan into a lot of stuff: sex, money, obedience, secret dinners, dancing even.

Then a moment of doubt. Just kissing? Probably not enough. He could bluff his way out of it in a pinch. He might not have the nerve, but he might. She could hear him explaining it away, 'she trapped me, it only happened once.'

No, it had to be more. Something like: him undressing her, or kissing her tits. That would be a lot harder to explain.

He would eventually come to his senses. Surely. Meantime she needed to keep the pressure on. Tightening her grip on his bum she ground against his cock, feeling it getting thicker and thicker. The thicker the cock, the less rational the man, she knew.

She moaned with pleasure. 'Touch my tits, Dan? Please? Pretty please? A quick grope? I don't get that very often.'

He had spent the last couple of minutes wishing he could do just that. He stepped back, dropped his hand down and touched them through the outside of the tank top. She wriggled with pleasure. 'More.'

He knew he was going too far. Kissing was one thing. Friends kissed, right? But the tits? No-one would know, though, he told himself. His cock told him, 'keep going, make the most of it!'

She moved back in closer. 'Kiss them? Please, Dan. Just a quick kiss. No-one will know.' She closed her eyes, as if to suggest that not even she would know.

He kissed the tanktop over her breasts, feeling their warmth. She smelt good too. Her arms tightened around him. She obviously wanted him to keep going. His cock was throbbing, and it didn't take much effort to do that. His mouth opened wider and he took more of her breast into it. She moaned again with pleasure.

He moved his mouth over her nipple, feeling it poking through the fabric. He flicked it with his tongue. She writhed again, and pulled him tighter to her. His intention of just a quick kiss on the outside of the tanktop was starting to go out the window.

He moved his tongue onto the bare part of her breasts, where the cleavage showed. Her breathing slowed and her chest heaved. 'Please, god,' she thought to herself. 'Let him push my top up and expose my bra. Make it look like it is his idea. Much better that way.'

Meanwhile Dan and rational thought had more-or-less parted company. He slipped his hands under her top, feeling her bare back. She moaned with pleasure again. 'He's doing it!' she thought. 'I just have to keep him at it.'

She moved her right hand from the outside of his pants to the inside, on his bare bum. A reciprocal gesture. An encouraging gesture. Just to make sure he knew it was OK to continue.

He got the message, and started pushing the top up, exposing her bra. She briefly raised her arms so he could remove her top, being careful to position herself so that his removal of it would be clearly visible on the video.

It was almost enough, Janet thought. Undressing your wife's friend on video would be close to a hanging offence. But if he would suck her naked tits, that definitely would be.

'I love it when you do that, Dan,' she breathed. 'Take my bra off please?'

He reached behind her and expertly removed the clip (at least he knows how to do that, she thought).

The bra fell to the floor, and moments later his mouth was clamped on her tits. His tongue darted around in circles, and he was starting to grind back into her more vigorously.

As his breathing became hoarser, he pulled her tighter to him.

She thought, 'Uh oh, this is going faster than I dared hope. Gosh, maybe Dan and Melissa do it less often than I thought. Looks like I might get him to fuck me today, but I need it on video, otherwise there is no proof. No proof, no blackmail.'

Writhing as if with pleasure, she reviewed her options. Trying to move the camera would be hopeless. He was so fired up he would be unlikely to let her out of his sight. And if he guessed what it was doing, he was strong enough to take it from her and smash it.

The only option she could think of was to make sure they undressed in the kitchen. On camera. Then even if they headed out off-camera to the bedroom there would be little doubt what was going to happen.

That would have to be it. The final fuck, that could be elsewhere, but everything else had to happen here, in front of the camera. And she had to get his pants off, so Melissa could see the huge erection he had. That was essential.

'My turn,' she giggled, pulling his T-shirt over his head. 'Nice body,' she complimented.

Dropping to her knees, she pulled his clothed hips towards her, lightly kissed his bulging dick. 'Let's get these off, darling,' she coaxed. She untied the draw-string before he could resist, and pulled the tracksuit down.

Sproing! With the pants gone his cock strained against his jocks, straight towards her face. She leaned forwards, and kissed it, put her mouth over it. Then she started tugging his jocks down as well. He was too far gone to resist. His dick was waving in her face, and she put it into her mouth. Suck, suck, moving her head backwards and forwards.

She'd done it! On video, his dick in her mouth. That would be hard to explain away.

She relaxed slightly. Sex. Money. Control. All the things she wanted. All within her grasp; if she didn't screw up now. Even leaving right now, with the camera in hand, would be plenty. But she could go further.

She reviewed her options. She needed to do a couple of things. 

First, string Dan along enough that HE asked HER to go to bed, not the other way around. It had to be clear on the video that he was the aggressor. In fact it would be good if she appeared to struggle towards the end. To resist. To remind him of his wife. That would make the end look all that much more appalling. After all, the camera also recorded sound.

Second, Dan didn't have to know there wasn't a second camera in the bedroom. He couldn't prove it wasn't there. So just fucking on the bed would be enough. She could later say that there was another camera on the dresser. His eyes would only be on her tits, he couldn't be sure if it was there or not. Best though to put on a show as if the camera were there. Say she wanted it on top of the bed, not under the covers.

She would make an imaginary camera in the bedroom, in her mind. That was it! And then make sure that everything happened for its benefit. He would remember later that she always turned him a certain way, wanted to do it on top of the bed. He would be convinced it must have been there.

She stood back up and kissed him passionately. She could feel his stiff dick pushing against her. His eyes were glazed. 'Let's go to bed,' he whispered.

'Dan!' she replied, clearly (for the benefit of the camera). 'What about Melissa? We were just having a bit of fun.' 

'Please, please,' she thought to herself, 'Be a man. Talk me into going to bed.'

'Fuck Melissa,' said Dan loudly. 

'Ooo,' she thought, 'An unexpected bonus. This video will be priceless.'

'Come on, Janet', Dan said, pulling her against him again. 'You know you want it.'

She smiled to herself, 'and you don't know how much, or for what reason,' she thought.

His hands fumbled with her skirt zip. Yes! She silently punched the air. It was going on video. Him. Undressing her. Leading her to the bedroom. Pleading with her. She couldn't have scripted it better.

She closed her eyes. He pulled down her skirt. She stepped out of it. Then he pulled down her panties. She hesitated. Would he pull her into his arms? Yes! He did. She writhed as she felt his stiff cock between her legs, up against her cunt. Was the camera getting it? It had to. She had practiced at home, making sure she had the aim right, the settings right. A lot rode on this.

He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her out of the kitchen. Perfect!

In the bedroom, before he could suggest getting INTO the bed, she dragged the blankets onto the floor. 'Let's do it on top,' she giggled. 'I love to see your body. It's so much better than my husband's.'

She lay back on the bed, reaching for him. He jumped on top of her. Nestling into her. Lying on top. Breathing heavily. His cock digging into her stomach.

As he wriggled up towards her, she wondered to herself: 'Will he insist on a condom? If he does, it will be hard to play the 'but I'm pregnant' line later. But if not, ahhhh, he is totally in my power.' She didn't care, she was on the Pill anyway. But he couldn't know that.

He started thrusting urgently against her. She thought, 'ahh, my little one, this time you get to do it when YOU want to. Next time I'll be in control.' She bit her lip with pleasure at the thought.

Even so, Janet found the whole situation quite erotic. Her planning had worked out. She was in bed with a different man. And afterwards, ah then the fun would start!

As he kissed her tits, and manoeuvered himself into position for that thrust into her cunt, she had a brilliant idea. Rape! 'That's it,' she thought. 'I'll convince him he raped me. Adultery. That's bad. The wife will go insane. But rape? Jail. Beatings. Humiliation. And the wife won't just go insane, she'll go ballistic. Married to a rapist? No, no.'

She wriggled around, giving herself a few seconds to think. Kissed him deeply, tongue into his mouth. He pushed upwards, his cock seeking her cunt. Any moment now. She thought furiously, 'I have to wait until it is almost there. His passion has to be at its height. But, technically, it is still rape the moment I say 'no'. So I'll do that at the last moment. But please, please, fuck me. Then I can say 'you raped me, bozo'.'




The Affair



A tremor of pleasure shivered through her body. She glanced at the bedside clock. Still plenty of time.

He held her tightly, wriggled into position, knew he was there when he felt the wet opening. Ahhhhhh, it had been a long time. Lonely evenings while his wife was out at meetings, with only his hand for relief. Now a real woman. A beautiful, sexy woman. Someone who had sucked his cock a few minutes ago. He pushed.

'No, Dan!' she cried. 'I don't think we should. Think of Melissa. Think of your wife.' He continued to push into her cunt. Beautiful. She closed her eyes. It was working. She knew she was wet. She wanted it too. Badly. But saying 'no' made it rape. Whatever her body wanted.

'It doesn't get much better than that,' she thought as he pushed into her again. A nice fuck, plus being able to hold a rape charge over someone. Sex. Control. It only left Money to be negotiated. And negotiated it would be. He would pay. Heavily.

'No!' she cried, louder, for the benefit of the imaginary camera. 'Stop!'

He was past caring, and he felt her wetness, her arms crushing him against her. Her body contradicted the words. And he didn't know about the camera. Yet.

He thrust into her, beyond caring. She beat her hands on his back, trying to push him away. Despite that, she felt the hotness of his cum as it spurted into her. 

'Gosh, you needed that,' she thought. You will be putty in my hands. But what she actually did was jump off the bed and confront him ...

'How dare you!' she shrieked. 'I didn't mind you kissing me, but to fuck me when I said to stop! That's rape! Boy are you in for it!'

He looked hurt and confused. 'But ...'

She stalked back into the kitchen. Before he could follow she stuffed the camera back into her handbag. Then she grabbed her clothes, got dressed quickly. He followed her, confused. What had he done? SHE had seduced HIM! He couldn't grasp what had happened. She marched back out of the kitchen, dressed again, and back into the bedroom. 'Now what?', he thought. But she was doing that to cover the moment she put the bedroom camera into her handbag. The camera that didn't exist. But it had to be plausible that it MIGHT exist, and that she might have retrieved it.

Without a word, she left the house, leaving him bewildered. What had just happened? The cock sucking? The kissing? The fucking? And now this? He glanced at the clock. His wife was due back soon. Quickly he got dressed, put the coffee cups into the dishwasher. Ran back to the bedroom and put the blankets back onto the bed. Tried to make everything look normal.

He was in a dilemma. If he told Melissa that Janet had dropped in for coffee, and she subsequently denied it, trouble. If he said nothing, and Janet later said she had been over, trouble. Either way would look suspicious.

His phone chimed. A message from Janet. 'Do nothing, say nothing. Delete this message.' it said. That seemed clear. To do what she suggested was conspiring against his wife, but to disobey left him open to charges of adultery, or worse, rape. He knew Melissa took a dim view of infidelity. They had discussed it. It wouldn't go well if Janet accused him of sleeping with her. Of course, she couldn't prove it (he thought) but even the accusation would stick.

He deleted the message, knowing that he had subconsciously obeyed Janet, rather than reveal all to his wife.

His mind was a whirl over the next couple of days. Sex with Janet. Was it rape? Was he seduced? What about his wife? His marriage? He didn't know what to do.

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A few days later Melissa remarked over breakfast: 'Janet's coming around for coffee this morning. Oh, and she said she needed help from you with something to do with her phone.' She went back to reading the newspaper.

'Janet?', he thought? 'That blasted phone again? What now? What will she say to Melissa? But she asked for my 'help'. I can't very well not be there.' He shivered. He doubted anything good would come out of the morning.

At 10 in the morning the doorbell rang. It was Janet. Melissa showed her in. As Melissa bustled around getting the coffee things Janet offered an 'air kiss'. But it was accompanied by an arm around his waist, quickly released. There was an intimacy in her touch.

'Dan,' Janet said, 'can you help me with my mobile phone? I can't work out how to change the picture on the front screen.' 

It was the same request as last time. He took the proffered phone. He froze. The picture on the screen was of him sucking her tits! He stared at it in horror. All Janet had to do was show the phone to Melissa and he was done for. Big time. Janet glanced over at Melissa, meaningfully.

'I've heard you have some software that might help. On your office computer?' Janet suggested helpfully.

'Oh yeah, yeah,' he replied, dragging his eyes away from the image. 'Sure, let's take a look.'

'Back in a minute,' Janet called out, as she followed Dan to his office.

Once in the office Dan stared at her. 'What, what?' he stammered.

'Didn't know about the cameras, did you lover-boy?' she asked sweetly. 'There are lots more photos like that.'

'Cameras?' he asked, feeling faint. 

'Sure', she said, she pressed a button on her phone and showed him a picture of him naked with his cock pointing straight at her.

He felt faint, dizzy. He sat down. 'This can't be happening to me,' he thought.

'I've got a video of you fucking me on the bed. Well, raping me really. I was shouting 'no', remember? Want me to show Melissa? The sound is nice and clear. I like the bit where you say 'fuck Melissa'. That will go down a treat.'

'No, no, please,' he pleaded. 'I'll be out on the street three minutes later. The house is in her name you know. Tax reasons.'

'Right,' she smirked. 'This afternoon. My house. 2 pm sharp. Or else. Make up some reason why you'll be gone for a couple of hours, if she asks. Keep that tracksuit and T-shirt on.'

Before he could ask why, she had left, walking back to the kitchen. 'Thanks, Dan!' she called out. 'It's working great now!'

He sat in his office, stunned. Cameras? Rape? Videos of him fucking her? It was a nightmare. The photo of him sucking Janet's tits was bad enough. The rest must surely be worse. He started shaking. He had no alternative. He would have to obey her, go around to her house that afternoon. He knew the address was in the address book by the phone.

He dropped his head into his hands. What could he do? Plead with her to forgive him, forgive the rape, destroy the photos. What else could he do?

After lunch Melissa said she was going out for a few hours. 'Thank god,' he thought, 'I don't have to make up some lie. I can just quietly leave.'

He was walking up her driveway at two. He dare not annoy her by being late. Or early. Or anything. He rang the doorbell, she opened it promptly and invited him in.

He couldn't help noticing she was dressed in an even sexier way than the day they had fucked. A shorter skirt, a tight top, and bare feet. She offered her lips. He backed away.

'Dan!' she said. 'You aren't in a position to piss me off. Now come over and kiss me properly.' He hesitated, and she moved over, threw her arms around him, and kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth aggressively.

He was confused, disoriented. Was she going to cry rape, or want to fuck him again? The pressure of her body against hers though was starting to cause him to respond physically.

She pulled away. Taking his hand she led him into their living room. 'Sit' she ordered. 'Next to me'.

He sat. She faced him. 'Those photos are great. You didn't spot the cameras did you?' He shook his head. 'Don't try to find the photos, the originals are hidden where you would never know to look. Not even in this house. At a friend's.'

'I've made up a nice batch. Ready for Melissa. Or the cops, even. You sucking my tits. Your cock sticking straight out towards me. You groping me. You leading me to the bedroom. Us fucking. Oh yes, and the video. Me saying 'no no' and you sticking it in right afterwards. Rape, pure and simple. And we both know, Melissa is anti-rape, don't we? For her 'no means no'. So you are in deep, deep shit my boy.'

'What do you want?' he asked, weakly. He guessed it would be something big.

'I'm glad you asked that,' she replied, moving closer so their legs touched. She dropped her hand on his leg, and started moving it up and down. 

'First, sex whenever I want it. My husband is at work from 6 am to 9 pm. Useless arsehole. But YOU work part-time. You can make yourself available. And you will. Whenever I ask for it.'

Her hand had stopped moving up his leg and rested lightly on his cock. It stiffened involuntarily. She smiled. 'Yes, my lovely. WHENEVER I ask for it. You better start making up a list of excuses why you suddenly have to be called away for an hour. We wouldn't want Melissa to have suspicions would we?' She lightly stroked his bulge. He shuddered, and shook his head.

She went on, 'second, an allowance. My tight-arse husband gives me practically nothing to spend on myself. You will make sure I get $500 each week in cash. You might need to be a bit creative to get that much without raising suspicion. Invent some business investment or something.'

She pushed harder on his bulging cock, still contained within his pants. Once again he was finding it hard to think.

'Agreed?' she asked. 'Agreed? Or do I go back and show Melissa what is on my camera. And you can find a new house and a new wife.'

He looked around helplessly. What else could he do? He nodded.

'Great!' she giggled. 'Well, I want a fuck right now. I've been waiting for this moment for a while. Come to the bedroom.'

She took his hand and they walked down the house to the bedroom. It looked smaller than he remembered it. 'It's the guest room,' she explained. 'Can't have my husband getting suspicious about wrinkled bed clothes. Or semen on the sheets.' She neglected to add that it also had a couple of cameras sitting on top of the wardrobes, already activated, aimed at the bed. She intended to get the proof of his infidelity this time.

She stood closely in front of him, pulling his face towards her, kissing him. She didn't want him to look too closely around the room, and maybe spot the cameras. 

Again she tossed the bedclothes on the floor, forcing him to get on top of the bed, in view of the cameras. 'Get your gear off,' she called, pulling her own top over her head.

'Whatever,' he thought. 'I can't be in much worse trouble.' He shrugged off his T-shirt, and dropped his pants and jocks.

She had kept her skirt on, but lay on the bed inviting him. As he lay on her she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him inwards. She felt his cock press up against her. Nice and hard. She wriggled so he felt her tits against his chest.

This was working out well, she thought. Now to replay the rape scene for the cameras. Just to be sure.

As his breathing quickened she whispered to him 'Dan? I have a fantasy about being raped. That's why I cried 'no' the other day. You see? I meant no harm. I want you to do it again. It makes me feel extra sexy. And you are so big and strong. What I love in a man.' She wriggled again. He was starting to be beyond caring what she wanted him to do, as long as he could fuck her.

'So, Dan,' she whispered into his ear. Loud enough for him to hear, but too soft for the cameras. 'I'm going to pretend you forced me into the room and ripped my top off. I'm going to call out 'no no' but I want you to ignore that. It's just my fantasy. Grope my breasts, roughly. Pull down my skirt, and my panties. Force yourself into me. Ignore whatever I say. Please? Pretty please?'

'Sure,' he replied, thinking that he was back in the more powerful seat. Things weren't looking too bad, a lot of extra sex, and only $500 per week for it. He could hide that, he was sure.

'OK, let's go,' she whispered. She started to struggle. On cue, he wrestled her back on the bed.

'Lie still you bitch!' he yelled. He clamped his hands on her tits, kneading them roughly. Then he reached down, pulled her skirt down over her kicking legs, and then the panties. She tried to escape, but he grabbed her around the waist, and forced her back onto the bed.

She looked frightened, but inside she could hardly contain her glee. Another rape scene. Even better than a few days ago. All on camera. 'Best to string it out,' she thought. The more she made him wait the more genuine it would become. His cock was sticking straight out already. He wanted it. The more she made him wait the rougher he would be. Just what she wanted.

She begged him loudly, 'No, no, Dan! What's come into you? Think of Melissa! What are you doing? Don't, please! I've only ever done it with my husband. He'll kill me!'

'Shut up, bitch!' Dan shouted back. He pinned her arms down, and forced himself over her body. She twisted and writhed.

Seeing her naked, voluptuous body writhing underneath him stirred something primeval in Dan. It wasn't too hard to act now. He really did want her, no matter what. He held her arms out of the way and dropped onto her stomach. He forced her legs apart with his, wriggling around so his cock was lined up with her cunt.

She tried again, 'think of Melissa! Doesn't she mean anything to you? Please don't.' She struggled pathetically.

His brain was totally focused on his goal now. 'Fuck Melissa, stupid bitch," he responded. 'She only lets me have it when SHE wants it.'

Sensing the moment was fast approaching, Janet made a last attempt to make the rape look really terrible for the cameras. 'Please, please, no, no, no' she begged. She waited until his cock was about to push into her, in case her last act put him off. She could see his climax and desire building. Nothing would stop him now. As his cock forced its way in she started sobbing. 'Oh no, no, no!'

It was too late. He jerked, stiffened and gradually went limp. 

'Did it,' she thought. 'Explain that away, bozo.' The pleasure of the fuck, and her control over him softened her. She wrapped her legs around him, smiled and kissed him. 

'You were fantastic,' she said. He looked pleased.

'Wait,' she said, as he moved to get off the bed. 'My turn. You DO know, don't you, that most women can't climax from straight sex? Does Melissa?'

He looked confused. 'I think so, she's never complained.'

'Not quite proof positive, is it?' she remarked. 'How often do you two do it?'

'About once a week,' he replied.

'Hardly shows deep passion, does it? Well, get started. Lie next to me, suck my tits gently, and gently feel me up. Over my clit.'

His hands betrayed his ignorance. She grabbed a hand and showed him. 'There, feel that? It's like a small penis just above my opening. And it is sensitive like one too. So gentle strokes are what's needed.' She lay back, and let him try again.

He did better next time, so she relaxed into the rhythm of it. Not too bad, she would train him up more in future. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter, the lubrication helping his finger do its work. Her attention started focusing totally on her clit, his hand, and the magic it was doing. Her breathing slowed.

He could feel her body's response and felt pleased. He didn't know he could have that affect on a woman. Sex was normally about his own pleasure. He just assumed his wife was enjoying it as well. She seemed to. Well, she didn't complain. Now he saw how being more active was actually sexier. He felt himself starting to harden up again.

Her body started bucking as moans of pleasure escaped her lips. He had to firmly press his hand against her as her hips jerked around. Finally with a long shuddering sigh she relaxed.

'Hmmmm,' she said dreamily. 'I liked that. We'll be doing it again. Soon.'

'The cameras will have liked it too,' she thought to herself. 'Well, on with the plan ...'

She got up, slipped back into her skirt and T-shirt, not bothering with the bra. He started to dress as well.

As he reached for his jocks she ordered 'Leave the jocks off. Just stuff them into your pocket. You can put them on later.' His eyebrows raised.

'I like to see the 'effect' I have on men,' she explained. It's easier with just your tracksuit on.'

She led him by the hand to their living area, and sat him down next to her on the couch. She hitched herself forwards so their legs were touching, and put her hand on his leg. She intended to keep the sexual pressure on. He glanced down at her tits. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric, with no bra to hide them. She saw his eyes and smiled.

'You can look, I don't mind. In fact, I like to show them off.'

The T-shirt had a V-cut at the top, and as she leant forwards towards him he could see down it, see the round breasts, and the nipples. His cock hardened some more. She glanced down at his growing bulge. Perfect! It was like having a diagram. She moved her hand a bit further up his leg, hitching even closer to him. He stared at her tits now, looking like he was going into a trance.

She smiled to herself again. She had the power. Now to use it. The video of him apparently raping her, suitably edited, could be saved for later. When he tried to escape from her domination. Right now, it wasn't necessary. Pure sex was working nicely at the moment.

She moved even closer, her face only inches from his. Her hand now lightly rested on his cock, slowly moving backwards and forwards. It popped up into her hand. He started breathing shallowly. 

It was never like this with Melissa, he thought. Sex was just something they did quickly. But here, he was being teased, gradually brought to the brink. He could feel the tension building up again. He didn't want the hand to stop its gentle movements.

'So,' she whispered. 'You fuck Melissa once a week, huh?'. He nodded. 'What day? Or does it vary?'

He hesitated. This was getting pretty personal, and he knew Melissa would not want details about their sex life becoming public. As he hesitated, her hand stopped moving. 'Well?' she asked, 'tell me.'

Desperate to keep her hand moving he replied, 'Thursday usually. On Monday she works late, on Tuesday she has a meeting, on Wednesday ...'

'Spare me.' Janet replied. She started moving her hand again. A reward. A reward for a faithful puppy dog. Which was what he was going to be for her. She knew a bit about how animals were trained. When they did what the trainer wanted they were rewarded.

'Thursdays, huh? That's tomorrow. Hmmmmm. I suppose if I send that photo of you kissing my tits to her mobile, it wouldn't be tomorrow, would it? Or the Thursday afterwards? Or after that?' She smiled sweetly. She stopped moving her hand. A warning.

'Please, god, don't do that' he pleaded. 'I'll do anything.' She stared at him, eyebrows raised. 'Anything at all,' he repeated. She started moving her hand again. Another small reward for good behaviour. She was going to start making him work harder for those rewards. Then he would appreciate them more at the end.

'Now, Dan' she said, as his eyes started becoming a bit unfocused again. 'That $500 you agreed on. Run up the local ATM and get it out in cash. Then bring it back here.' Her hand stopped moving while she waited for the response.

He hesitated. He noticed her hand had stopped moving, was desperate for it to continue. 

She reinforced the incentive, 'if you are quick we might have time for another fuck. Would you like that?'

His eyes opened wide. A second? In the same day? He never did it twice with Melissa. But his erection was becoming painful. 'Sure, Janet, but ...' Her hand moved again over his cock, stroking it. He relaxed slightly.

She knew he was about to suggest they fuck first. She could tell he was aching for it. But, she thought, 'money first, sex afterwards. Better that way.' And he needed the extra incentive.




The Affair



She jumped up. 'On your way lover boy. I'll be waiting. Don't be long. Oh, and bring back the ATM receipt. I'll want that. Can't have Melissa finding it.'

He nodded.

'Better put your jocks on,' she giggled. 'People might stare.' Indeed, his cock was making a big tent out of his tracksuit pants.

Dan put on his jocks and runners, and hurried out of the door, with only one thought on his mind. Sex. Soon.

Fifteen minutes later he was back. She had time to move one of the video cameras to point at the couch, change the memory cards, get fresh camera batteries, and put on some more perfume.

As soon as he was inside, and the door closed, she gave him a full-length hug, deep mouth kiss, and ground her hips into him. Positive reinforcement. She wanted him to associate giving her money with pure pleasure.

He handed her the cash. 'The ATM receipt?' she asked, holding out her hand. 'Oh yeah,' he said, handing that over too.

She briefly closed her eyes with pleasure. That receipt was priceless. Thankfully he didn't think to simply throw it away. In future she might have to train him not to, but not today. Men with sex on their minds didn't think too clearly, she knew.

Imagine a year's collection of receipts, she thought. Impossible for him to justify how SHE would have his receipts, with his ATM account number on it, in her possession. And, in time, thousands of dollars worth. If she ever showed them to Melissa she knew that not only would she divorce Dan, she would fight tooth and nail for every possession he had, convinced he had given their money --- HER money --- to his mistress.

She led him back to the couch, anxious to continue with the positive reinforcement for giving her the cash. She sat him down, and sat facing him, on top of his hips, straddling them. Her breasts were virtually pushed into his face, and his cock was pushing against her cunt through his pants. She hadn't put any knickers back on.

She wriggled around, keeping the pressure on his cock. Immediately she felt it push up into her through the tracksuit. She kissed him again, deeply. Tongue thrusting in and out, hinting at the movement of his cock later on. In, out. Slowly, sensuously.

She flicked her head back, putting her breasts right in front of his mouth. He moved in, sucking her right tit through the T-shirt. She moaned. He pushed the T-shirt out of the way, exposing her bare breast. Suck, suck, lick. She continued to squirm, leaning back a bit to make sure the action would be clearly caught on camera.

His cock was now painfully struggling against his tracksuit. 'Pants off,' she whispered. In a moment it was done. She dropped her skirt to the ground. Before climbing back on she grabbed a condom from the shelf behind the couch. 'Better put this on' she suggested. 'Don't want any little Dans running around.'

He looked briefly worried, 'I thought you were on the Pill?'

'Best to be safe,' she replied, neither confirming nor denying it. She quickly tore the packet open and slipped the condom onto him, then settled back on top of him. With her bare breasts in his face, and her cunt pushing down on his cock, his thoughts quickly returned to his own desires. His urgent desires. She wriggled a bit more and felt the cock straining to point up, up inside her.

Pushing up briefly, she repositioned so his cock slid quickly inside. She was wet herself, both from the pleasure of his attention to her tits, and the thought of the control she was building over him. She leaned forwards and pulled off his T-shirt. She wanted them both totally naked on the video. No room for any doubt.

It didn't take him long to come again. Her build-up had done its work on him. He shuddered another big orgasm into her, then fell back limply against the couch back.

She watched him with amusement, waiting for him to offer to help her climax again. But no such offer. Wryly, she thought, 'he IS going to need training. By the time I've finished with him, his only thought is going to be: 'is she happy?' 

For now though, the important thing was the condom. With his DNA in it. It had to be saved.

'Gosh you are fantastic!' she purred. 'Here, let me touch that huge dick. It's much larger than my husband's.' It was in fact rather limp now, but what man could refuse such a compliment? With his cock limp it was easy to pull the condom off. She was careful to not turn it inside out, she wanted to keep all that semen. 

'I'll just bin it,' she said, skipping out to the kitchen. In fact, she quickly tied a knot in it, preserving its contents, and put it away safely for the future.

Quickly returning, she slipped back into her clothes, and watched as he did the same. As he was reaching for his tracksuit she thought of the punishment. For not offering to help her climax again. The training had to be done quickly to be effective. Good behaviour was rewarded. Bad behaviour was punished. Quickly, effectively.

She stepped up close to him, forcing him to let go of his pants. He thought she wanted another kiss. She put one arm firmly around his back, holding him steadily against her. She didn't want him to be able to escape. She backed him against the sofa, and reached down with her other hand. Sure enough, his cock was limp this time. Twice in one day was probably enough. Useful information to have though. She reached under it to lightly grasp his balls. His control point.

'You know, Dan, you didn't offer to help me come the second time. Do you remember that?' He looked a bit confused again. 'Remember I told you that us girls need help to come?' He nodded. Her grip tightened slightly. He noticed it now. It was not quite as erotic when that firm. 'I hope I won't have to remind you again.' Her grip tightened again. 'I make bread as a hobby, you know. I knead dough. My hands are quite strong.' She made sure she had both balls firmly in hand, and squeezed hard. 

'Ow!' he yelped, 'stop!'

'I'm waiting for you tell me it won't happen again, Dan,' she responded, smiling sweetly into his eyes. 'It will be worse for you if I have to keep squeezing. A lot worse.'

His arms were around her back, making it impossible for him to push her away. He couldn't back away because of the couch. The pain was starting to bring tears to his eyes.

She thought contemptuously, 'Little baby! This is going to be SO easy.'

'Stop, stop,' he pleaded. 'It won't happen again. I'm sorry. You were so damn sexy, I forgot.'

She lessened the pressure a tad. 'It won't happen again?' she said, to make sure.

'No, no. I'll think of you next time. Sorry.' He looked miserable.

'OK, you are forgiven,' she replied, removing her hand. She kissed him, 'just wanted to make sure you understood. I have needs too. Hope I didn't hurt you too much.'

'No, it was OK,' he said, trying to look brave.

'OK then,' she replied brightly. 'Tomorrow morning at 10 then.' 

He looked doubtful. The pain in his balls made him feel a little less enthusiastic than before. 'I'm not sure if I can ...'

'Dan, look at me,' she said sternly. I have 20 photos loaded into my phone. I can send them all to Melissa by the time you get home. Then you'll be out in the street. Don't bother coming back here, I HAVE a husband. And don't think about grabbing the phone and smashing it. They are just copies. The originals are somewhere very, very safe.'

She went on, 'tell me you'll be here at 10 tomorrow, or I hit Send. Tell me. Remember, it will be fun. A lot of fun.' She moved closer so he could see her tits better. As he hesitated, she turned, walked over and picked up the phone. 'Good luck when you get home,' she said, finger hovering over it.

'Wait, I'll be here, I'll be here!' he promised. It was that or find somewhere else to sleep that night. His wife earned a lot more than he did. If she kicked him out he was fucked, and he knew it.

'Great!' she replied. Little rewards, she remembered. She smiled sweetly, hugged him, and kissed him. He felt a little stiff in her arms, no doubt because of the pain in his balls. He was resentful. Just like a child! She giggled. But unlike a child, he responded to sex. She moved her chest sideways and back, to push her breasts into his chest. 

He could feel her nipples pushing into him. Their close proximity meant he could smell her perfume again. She stroked his back, nibbling at his ear. It was working. The pain was receding and he was responding to her again. She dropped her hands down, inside his tracksuit pants, inside his jocks, and started caressing his bare bum. Unbelievably, he felt his erection starting up again.

'Time to go, lover boy,' she said. 'Don't want anyone getting suspicious. See you tomorrow at 10.' She smiled and led him to the door.

As he walked back to his car that last kiss was what he remembered. He started to look forwards to the next morning.

Meanwhile, Janet did the rounds of her house, getting the camera memory cards with their incriminating videos, grabbing the condom with his DNA in it, and cleaning up so the place wouldn't look suspicious to her husband. She hid the camera chips, the ATM receipt, and the condom in the special secret place she used, one her husband knew nothing about.

She was ready for the next round.



The Affair



Susan sighed. The housewife was having tea with one of her friends, Cathy, and she was having a good time, but there was something she just had to get off of her chest.

"Mark and I haven't had sex in weeks," Susan finally said after a long pause.

"Huh?" Cathy asked.

"I mean, I love him and everything, but he's been so busy with work as of late that we don't have time to do anything together anymore, let alone sex," Susan sighed. "I really, really miss the sex."

"It was that good, huh?" Cathy replied.

"He's so long-lasting, and so big," Susan reminisced. "I still love him, but I really need sex. Once you've had sex with Mark once, it's hard to take a break," Susan said, blushing.

"So what are you going to do about it?" Cathy asked, taking a sip of her tea.

"I don't know," Susan replied. "I've tried dildos, the biggest I could find, but it's just not the same as a real cock. I don't want to find another man to have sex with because that would be cheating, and I want to remain faithful to my husband. I just need a huge cock, and I need it bad. I don't care where or who it comes from, but I can't get one without sleeping with a guy, and I just can't bring myself to do that."

Cathy put down her cup of tea and looked Susan in the eye. "Susan," Cathy said tentatively, "I can help you."

"What do you mean?" Susan asked.

Cathy stood up and, to Susan's surprise, flipped up her skirt to reveal a huge cock, already growing hard.

"Y-you're a guy???" Susan yelped, staring at Cathy's surprise penis.

"No, Susan," Cathy replied, eying Susan lustfully as she began to stroke her cock to full mast. "I have a vagina, and then I also have this cock. Since I don't have any testicles, as you can see, I'm a woman."

"So...it wouldn't be cheating..." Susan said, growing increasingly aroused as she stared at Cathy's huge girlcock.

"That's right," Cathy grinned. "Want to take this to the bedroom?"

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"Oh my god! Your cock feels so good!"

Susan moaned hard as Cathy lay on top of the housewife, thrusting her monster meat in and out of Susan's pussy.

"Your pussy is sucking me in!" Cathy moaned. "You really are pent-up!"

"Keep fucking me with that huge cock!" Susan moaned. "It's so big!"

"I bet it's bigger than your husband's, isn't it?" Cathy grinned.

"Yes! It's way bigger and better than my husband's penis! Keep fucking me!!!"

Just then, the two lovers heard a door slam downstairs.

"Honey, I'm home early!"

Cathy froze. "Your husband is home! I've gotta get out of here!"

"You're not going anywhere!" Susan replied, wrapping her legs around Cathy's midsection.

"H-hey, let me go!" Cathy protested, but to no avail.

"Oh, Mark, come upstairs~" Susan called out innocently.

"Oh, are you-" Mark replied, opening the bedroom door, stopping short as he saw his wife on the bed with her best friend.

"Y-you're cheating on me??? With a woman???" Mark angrily asked.

Cathy finally broke free of Susan's grip, jumping off the bed, her cock standing tall, coated in Susan's juices.

"And she's got a penis???" Mark shouted.

"Yes!" Susan replied. "You never have time for me anymore! I love you, but I need a cock! And Cathy's cock is bigger and better than yours!"

"I really should go..." Cathy murmured.

"LIKE HELL IT IS!!!" Mark shouted, disrobing, his cock already growing erect. "Go on, Susan, tell me whose cock is bigger?"

"Okay, this is weird, I'm going to-"

"Oh no, you're not leaving, Cathy!" Mark shouted, grabbing Cathy's arm as she tried to leave. "Nobody's leaving this room until Susan picks: me or you! Now who's bigger? Whoever is smaller has to leave!"

"Well," Susan said, getting on her knees in front of Cathy and Mark, "your cocks look about the same size to me."

"Bullshit!" Mark and Cathy said simultaneously, glaring at each other.

Susan went to a desk and got a tape measure, measuring the circumference and length of both Cathy's and Mark's penises. "They're identical!" she remarked. "Both of your cocks are completely identical in size!"

"Well then, let's test endurance!" Mark suggested. "Jerk both of us off, and whoever holds off the longest gets to stay."

"Sounds fair," Cathy replied. "Get ready to lose, Mark."

Susan took both of their cocks in hand and began stroking their monster meats. Both Cathy and Mark moaned as Susan sexily manipulated their rock-hard cocks.

"Heh, you look like you're going to cum any second now, Cathy," Mark grinned. "I can hold off from cumming for all night."

"You underestimate me," Cathy replied. "I've got more stamina than any man could ever hope for!"

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum soon," Mark groaned. "Susan, you jerk off cocks so good..."

"Just as I thought," Cathy smiled. "Typical man, can't hold it...hold it in...oh fuck...I'm gonna cum soon too! Susan, your hand feels so good!"

"Shit! My wife sure knows how to give handjobs!" Mark exclaimed. "I'm cumming!!!"

"I'm cumming too!!!" Cathy moaned, the dickgirl and the man cumming at the same time, their cocks spewing cum all over Susan's face.

"Well," Mark demanded, once both of their orgasms had died down, "who do you pick, Susan? Who came first?"

"Y-you both came at the same time...the mixture of your cum is so delicious..." Susan moaned, licking her face clean.

"Well, I'm still hard!" Cathy exclaimed. "I'm willing to keep going until Susan decides! I don't know if her husband can keep up, though!"

Gripping his fat cock, Mark laughed. "I can go all night, you futa bitch! Come on, Susan, suck my cock! Lick your husband's dick clean!"

Susan obliged, wrapping her lips around Mark's cock, moaning as she tasted a penis she hadn't tasted in so long.

"Oh, fuck! I forgot how good you were at giving blowjobs!" Mark exclaimed, pushing his wife's head further down his hard cock. "Suck my cock, Susan!"

"If you're going to keep her mouth busy, then I guess I'll just have to go in another entrance!" Cathy declared, walking around Susan, lining up her fat cock with Susan's dripping pussy. "It's time to finish what I started and fuck your wife's pussy!" the dickgirl resolved, ramming her throbbing cock into Susan's tight pussy, the housewife moaning all over her husband's dick as her best friend's cock ground up her insides.

"What???" Mark yelled, forcefully extracting his penis from Susan's mouth, the shaft glistening with saliva. "You think you can just fuck MY wife's pussy and get away with it??? I'll show you!"

Cathy was too lost in the pleasures of slamming her hot fuckmeat in and out of Susan to notice Mark walk behind her and line his cock up with her pussy.

"This'll have you cumming in no time, and then Susan will pick me!" Mark exclaimed, shoving his rigid cock into Cathy's depths, causing the dickgirl to scream in pleasure.

"Oh shit! Your cock's so fucking huge!" Cathy exclaimed. "But I'll be damned if I cum before your precious wife does!"

"My technique is unmatched, you hung whore!" Mark grunted, hilting his massive cock in Cathy's tight depths. "Your pussy is pretty formidable, but it's no match for me!"

"C-cock..." Susan moaned, her body convulsing under the repeated thrusts of Cathy's hot fuckmeat. "I need cock! M-more cock!"

"Yeah? Well, I'm giving it to you, Susan!" Cathy replied, driving her point home with her thick cock.

"N-no..." Susan moaned. "One cock isn't...isn't enough..."

"I've got you, Susan!" Mark exclaimed, pulling his cock out of Cathy's pussy, causing the dickgirl to moan. "Cathy, turn Susan over and lift her up so I can fuck her ass."

"Fuck you! Why should I help you out?" Cathy asked.

"P-please, Cathy," Susan moaned. "Let my husband fuck my ass!"

"Well, fine," Cathy sighed. "But I'm only doing it for you, and this will decide once and for all who you choose, me or Mark!"

Cathy turned Susan around on her dick and lifted the housewife up, Susan's tits rubbing against Cathy's as the dickgirl continued pounding her dripping cunt. Mark positioned himself behind his wife and began to insert his huge cock, wet with Cathy's juices, into Susan's tight ass.

"Fuck, your ass is so tight!" Mark exclaimed as he pushed his thick cock further and further into his wife's bottom.

"T-two huge cocks...inside me!" Susan moaned. "F-filling me up! This is so good!!!"

"Susan, whoever cums inside you last is the one you pick, OK?" Mark grunted, hilting his cock inside his wife's ass. "I'm going to start moving now."

"Oh fuck! You're stirring up my insides! I'M CUMMING!!!" Susan screamed as Mark began thrusting in and out of her ass, her pussy tightening up on Cathy's cock.

"Holy fuck, she's tightening up!" Cathy exclaimed, pounding relentlessly at Susan's tight cunt. "I'm gonna cum soon! I can't hold it in!"

"Fuck, me too!" Mark exclaimed. "Her ass is too tight! I can't hold it in much longer!"

"Cum in me!" Susan screamed, bucking hard as she got double penetrated by her husband and her dickgirl best friend. "Fill me up! Both of you!"

"I'M CUMMING!!!" Mark and Cathy screamed in unison, hilting their throbbing cocks in Susan's respective holes, their hot seed flooding the housewife's insides. Susan screamed in orgasm as her ass and pussy filled up with thick, hot cum.

"Her ass is milking my cock!" Mark exclaimed. "I'm cumming so hard!

"This is the best orgasm ever!" Cathy moaned. "Your wife is the best!"

When their orgasms subsided, Mark and Cathy pulled out of Susan, the housewife collapsing on the bed, cum leaking out of both of her holes.

"Y-you both came at the same time..." Susan breathed.

"Well, I'm still hard!" Mark exclaimed. "I'm willing to go at it as long as it takes for you to decide who you want, me or Cathy!"

"I'm still hard as a rock too!" Cathy replied. "I won't lose to this...this man!"

"Can't I just pick both?" Susan futilely sighed as her two lovers descended on her once more.



The Affair



There was a train broken down in the tunnel on its way out of New York, so my train was stuck sitting on the platform for 45 minutes. During that time I tried to sleep, but two very rude women were talking so loud that I couldn't. Instead I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on something that would block them out. Naturally I thought about you. I started to wonder how we could spend our Friday nights differently then we already were.

I could see you standing outside waiting for me to open my front door. It was after midnight and warmer than usual, damp but not stifling. I opened the door and greeted you with a kiss and closed it behind me. I said, "Tonight we're going for a drive." We got into my car and drove off with the top down. I had no destination in mind; I just wanted to get out of the house and off of the living room floor. You were wearing a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. I wore that clingy black ankle-length dress with my black platform sandals that strapped around my ankles that I was surprised you liked. I think you like the dress so much because it's very obvious that I wore no bra. All I brought with me was a small cloth bag that held my license and some of our favorite toys.

We kept driving, talking and laughing until we found a dark deserted road that led to nowhere. I pulled over and turned the car off, but let the music play. We moved to the backseat and pushed the front seats forward to give us some more room. You sat down first and moved me into position on top of you so that I was straddling your thighs facing you. You also lifted my long dress all the way up to my waist and now the only thing between us was your sweatpants. I could feel your already hard cock underneath them pressing against me. I could tell by the look on your face that you were pleased I wore no underwear.

My hands rested on your strong shoulders while your hands rubbed over my torso on top of my dress. As you ran your hands over my breasts I could feel my nipples harden underneath the material. We started kiss, licking each other's lips and teasing with our tongues. Then the kisses got deeper and longer as our excitement increased. You held my body tightly to yours and I must tell you that I love the feel of your chest pressed up against mine. Then, in one abrupt rough movement you pushed me away from you and pulled my dress down exposing my breasts to the night air. You leaned back to enjoy them and I just watched you.

Next you emptied the contents of the bag I brought onto the seat next to you. You smiled to yourself when you saw the items, a long black silk scarf, a pair of handcuffs and keys, a black collar, and a leash. I watched you as you fastened the collar around my neck and moved the gold metal ring attached to it to the front. You attached the leash to the gold ring and gave it a sharp tug. Holding onto to the leash you pulled me towards you and covered my mouth with your own. Still holding the leash you kissed me deeply and placed your free hand on the back of my head and grabbed a fistful of hair. You pulled my head back by my hair and moved your mouth to my neck which you began kissing and licking. You had me so turned on that I began moving my hips rocking against your hardened cock between my legs.

Not wanting to wait any longer you flipped me around so that I was now sitting on the seat. With both your hands you grabbed my wrists and pulled them over my head and held them together with one hand. The other hand was busy manipulating the handcuffs so that you could secure my wrists to the top of the backseat. Once my wrists were locked in the cuffs without delay you expertly tied the scarf tightly around my eyes. What followed was a brief moment of stillness and even though I couldn't see you I knew that you were leaning back to admire the sight of me handcuffed and blindfolded waiting for you to touch and lick me. In this position I had no choice but to let you do whatever you wanted to me. It was as if you "owned" me, a thought that made me wetter and wetter.

The motionlessness didn't last any longer and I felt you roughly grab my knees and push them farther apart. Since my dress was hiked up around my waist my almost completely shaven pussy was immediately exposed. You could tell how hot I was for you by the way it glistened. Next you slipped both your hands underneath my ass and pulled me farther down on the seat and raised me to meet your mouth. I began moaning the instant I felt your tongue lick my slit up and down. Not being able to touch you and control your movements forced my body to respond in ways I had previously been inhibited to do. I wanted you to make me come so bad that I began gyrating my hips against your mouth allowing you to fuck me deeper with your tongue. I started to beg you to let me come and I know that you liked this because you slowed down delaying my orgasm. Leisurely you began licking me in one long, but hard up and down movement and I could feel the texture of your tongue against my aching clit. Then you inserted one finger deep inside me and finger-fucked me slow and hard.

I could feel you watching me relishing the control you had. Because we were outside it was possible that someone could catch us. Suddenly, the idea of being caught while handcuffed and blindfolded begging for you to let me come got me so hot, I came in that moment. Whereby, you kissed me hard on the lips and I could taste myself all over your mouth. Hungrily I kissed you back. It seemed hotter outside now and your shirt (you were still fully clothed) rubbed against my nipples and the sensation made them ache for your touch. You must have sensed this because your head bent to lick them. You coated each nipple thickly with your saliva and then I felt you snap the leash across them. Still unable to really move, the only thing to do was beg for more. The sting felt so amazing, I could feel it reverberate throughout my entire body. You would have too, if you touched my pussy which was instantly wet again. Immediately you sucked each nipple into your mouth one after the other. I'm still unsure if you meant to relieve the pain or prepare me for the whip of the leashed that directly followed. You asked me if I was okay and after confessing that I was more than okay I gave you the following instruction.

"What I want now is for you to let me suck your beautiful cock while I'm still handcuffed and blindfolded. Then I want you to fuck me harder than you ever have before, but don't come. But stop if you think your going to come because what I really want is for your to un-cuff me and take off the blindfold so that I can suck and stroke your cock like I'm starving and then watch as you pull my leash and come all over me, that's what I really want."

I knew you agreed because the very next thing I felt was you grabbing my leash and pulling my mouth down over your hard cock. You know how much I love your cock, especially the way it feels in my mouth. I get hot and wet just thinking about it. I also love when I'm unable to wrap my hands around you and you grab the back of my head forcing me to suck you deep down into my throat. You have no idea how much that turns me on. So much so, in fact, that I can't wait to get off the train because my underwear is soaked and I desperately want to think about this in the privacy of my own house where I can do something about the aching that I have created.

You did say that you wanted to know what I like and what turns me on, didn't you?



The Affair



Not a true story, but something about the forbidden fruit is undeniable...

I hadn't seen her since high school, and even then I didn't think she noticed me, so the friend request on Facebook was a pleasant surprise. Memories came flooding back of those hot spring days when I'd sit on the bleachers and watch her in track and field, her olive skin glowing in the sun (many's the time I'd rush home to my bedroom and concoct my own private fantasies).

20 years and she'd filled out a bit with a few kids, but she still looked fantastic. Even better than before; a real woman. We got to chatting a bit and caught up; kicking myself repeatedly when she said she was a fan of my little rock band that I'd started back in the day. Still, she looked like she had a good life with her family and the conversation was innocent. Then little hints started cropping up: She'd had a long day, was tired of making decisions... I was sure that I was definitely reading too much into it and my perverted mind was looking for any reason to bring back the old fantasies of tying her to my bed in her old track short-shorts and tanktop. I hinted back with jokes about 50 Shades and "cracking the whip," but she didn't seem to pick up what I was putting down. Until one day when she suddenly chose to confide, "My husband isn't dominant at all." I chose not to push it as it sounded like a bad day, but I also filed it away in the memory bank. It would be so wrong to get into this conversation with a married woman, much less do anything about it... not to mention the fact that she lived across the country... but the thought still brought out something new in me. Something forbidden.

We were both busy for a few months and suddenly she texted me to say she was in town. Needless to say I dropped everything (after acting cool and pretending I had to clear my calendar, of course) and met her in a restaurant downtown. I arrived first and she arrived in a lacy black sleeveless short dress. I somehow must have made decent conversation despite my initial stunned reaction, because she invited me back to her hotel room to look at the yearbook and reminisce.

"There's no yearbook," I thought... and wondered if we should go through with this.

"There's actually a yearbook," I corrected myself as we arrived at the room. We sat next to each other on the bed like a couple of teenagers and scrolled through the pages. I had such a fun time strolling down memory lane I almost forgot about her toned legs under the yearbook on her lap. Then the book closed and exposed her thigh as her dress had ridden up a bit. She turned the book lengthwise to cover and we both felt an awkward silence.

"So... you tired?"

"Nope. Why, are you?"

"Not at all."

My God, it WAS like being back in high school.

"So what now?" she asked.

"You're asking what I want to do now?" I brushed strands of her brown hair from her neck.

"Yes."

"You're asking me to... decide what happens now." I took the book from her lap; my first decisive gesture. I could tell it excited her.

"Yes."

Her right leg went to cross over her left and I gently stopped it, placing it back where it was. My second decisive gesture, only now I was deciding what she did with her body. She tried to hide it as I stared straight into her eyes, but I picked up on her breath quickening. I took her chin in my hand and kissed her. Our tongues played while my hand explored her thigh. She reached to unbutton my shirt and I grabbed her wrists by dominant instinct.

Oh shit, her wedding ring. Should we be doing this? Of course not. But something about that thought excited me even more. I could almost have stopped right then and there, but the way her doe eyes looked at me, the way she whispered, "What are you going to do to me?" I could tell she needed it as badly as I did. To be controlled as much as I wanted to control.

I slipped off the ring. "As long as this is off... anything I want." I set the ring in clear view on the bedside table. "Understood?" She nodded and offered her lips to mine again. As we kissed, she reached up several times to touch me, but I wouldn't allow it. I felt that part of her that takes charge every day slip away. When I felt she was ready, I removed my tie and blindfolded her. Then I stood, took her by the hand, and led her to the center of the room.

I left her and sat on the bed, making her wait and wonder. She eventually started to say something and I quieted her with a "shh." I loved watching her bite her lip and the way her tiny fists clenched and unclenched nervously.

"Strip."

She almost jumped at the word. I could sense her thinking, then she began to unzip...

"Slowly. Very slowly."

I was captivated as she deliberately slid the dress from her shapely figure and moved her hips it moved down her body, revealing a silky lace bra and thong.

"Turn."

She turned for me, revealing her toned back and oh, so spankable ass.

"Stop."

I stood up and let her hear every step as I approached her from behind, circling around my prize and ending up behind her again, savoring every second.

"Mmm..." I growled in her ear... watching goose bumps raise on her arms. I touched her as I pleased while I whispered and kissed her ears. "I remember watching you on the track."

"You... watched me?"

"You know I did. You know every guy did. You liked it."

"Yes. I did."

"I used to fantasize about running after you. Catching you."

I could see her nipples growing under her bra.

"...and?"

"Tying your arms to my bed. Then your legs." I held her wrists.

"And you struggling. Fighting. The more you struggle the more aroused I become."

She began to wriggle, as if playing out the story for me.

"Then...?"

"Then dripping ice on your body."

The words were turning her on as much as my touch; maybe even moreso.

"On a hot day... just like today," I continued.

"You have me now," she whispered. "I'll do anything you say."

"That's right." She jumped as I slapped her ass. "There's an ice machine in the hallway." I dragged myself away. "Don't move."

I cracked open the door and looked at her, then the ring on the table. She'd have one last chance to change her mind before I returned and took that choice away for good...



The Affair



As soon as the door had clicked shut, she was on top of him, pulling him closer to her. He pressed her hard against the wall, his hands gliding expertly up her smooth thighs, pushing her dress up. She kissed him fiercely, her tongue dancing over his, her lips twirling in a duet with his own. 

Her fair skin was soft against the coarse stubble of his chin, and the coarseness sent electricity across her skin; she felt her sense heighten, as she kissed her lover. 

Her hands clawed at his back, holding him tightly against her; holding herself tight against the wall. He pulled away from her kiss, and gently bit her lip, pulling on it delicately with his teeth, staring into her eyes. 

"Fuck me, Sven." She said, just as he brought his mouth down ruthlessly on hers. 

Sven slid her dress further up her legs, and past her hips. He felt her legs tighten around his own, as she unbuttoned his shirt, but she didn't take her lips off his. 

When his chest was exposed, she broke their kiss, and planted her own on his collarbone. He enjoyed that; having her face nuzzled into his shoulder. He gently bit her ear, and he felt a shiver of excitement run down her spine. Without warning, she tore his shirt from his shoulders, and let it fall. It seemed to float, and catch the air as it gracefully spiralled to the carpet. Sven found it a beautiful sight. 

Yvonne, for that was her name, pushed him onto the bed. She went to crawl on top of him, but he grinned, and held her off him. 

"Take off your dress." He said softly, his gaze resting on her half exposed panties. Yvonne returned the smile, and sensually took a shoulder strap off one shoulder. It didn't fall far; the curve of her breast prevented that. 

Her dress didn't fall when the other strap was gone either. Yvonne merely grinned, and started to move her hips, as her hands slipped behind her, and worked on the zip. He wondered how many times she had done that dance for Kurt -- but he quickly shook the thought from his mind. 

Once the dress was free, she leapt on him, her lips pressing against his own. His mouth pushed back against the relentless assault he was receiving, and his hands toyed with her buttocks. 

"Yvonne..." He said, feeling her own hand at the bulge in his pants. "What about Kurt?" 

She stopped kissing his neck, and stared at him. 

"Do you not want me Sven?" She said. Hey eyes burned with lust, and a bead of saliva was slowly sliding out from the corner of her mouth. She was beautiful. That was true.

"I want you Yvonne." He said. "I fucking want you. But is this right?" Yvonne grinned. 

"I don't know, is it?" She said, letting her bra fall onto his chest, her breasts bouncing free. Oh, fuck. It was right. She was right.... He sucked on one of her nipples, while his hand played with the other breast; massaging it, squeezing it, giving it a slap. He slapped it again, harder, leaving a delicate pink mark. He watched it bounced, and he slapped it again, harder still! 

Yvonne let out a moan of pleasure, and he responded by pulling on her nipples, one with his fingers, one with his teeth. She groaned again, and he stopped sucking, pushing her head down onto his own. 

They kissed once more. He held her head tightly, and felt her hands slid down to his crotch. He felt his belt being undone, and he stopped kissing. Yvonne grinned at him, and planted gentle kisses on his collarbone, while she unzipped his pants. 

Within seconds she had pulled them off, and nothing was in the way of his member, but his briefs. She pulled them off too, in one swift motion. 

Staring into his eyes, and smiling seductively, she crawled down, dragging her fingernails gently across the muscle of his chest and stomach. Her touch was electrifying, and Sven uttered a guttural moan when her lips closed around him. She took the entire length of his rock hard cock in her throat, looking into his eyes all the way. After a few seconds she gagged and came back up, rivulets of saliva running down his length, beads of saliva dripping from her lips and tongue onto him. 

She swirled her tongue around the head, and went down again. Sven's fingers wormed into her hair, and he gently held her head. She slid down for a third time, and held herself there as she gagged. With each gag he could feel her throat tighten. She came back up, grinning madly, before sucking on the tip. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked; she didn't deepthroat this time, merely elegantly lapping up his desire. 

When she went deep for a fourth time, his fingers tightened, and he almost came. He pushed her off before he did., hurling her onto her back. He didn't care about foreplay anymore; he wanted her to groan and moan and squeal and scream. He didn't bother with teasing her, he merely tore off her panties and buried his face in her crotch. Yvonne squirmed, and let out a high pitched giggle. His tongue danced in her sex, as he explored her. His nose rested on a neatly trimmed landing strip. Usually; hair turned him off, but this made Yvonne even more alluring. Sucking on her clit, he looked her in the eyes. She stared back at him, but she was on the verge of cracking. He slid his tongue deeper inside her, and her eyes rolled back; her back arched, and she grabbed his head and forced it further between her legs. 

Kurt didn't do this to her, he bet. Yvonne squealed in pleasure, and her legs squeezed his head. With a guttural moan, she came; bucking her hips wildly. He felt her juices flow onto his cheeks. Her hand still weakly head his head in place, as she collapsed back onto the bed, her breathing ragged. 

"Thankyou, Sven." She said.

"The pleasure is all mine." Sven said smiling. He flipped her onto her back, and planted kisses on her spine and shoulder blades. Yvonne felt the tip of his moist cock gently brush her thigh. 

"Fuck me Sven." She said, getting on to her hands and knees. She needed this man to take her, and she didn't care if she had to beg. "Please fuck me. Take me; ravish me; Sven, please" 

Yvonne heard him laugh, and then she felt him thrust inside her, and she jolted forward. At first his thrusts were hard and deep, but slow. With each one, her body was jerked forward slightly, and she let out a grunt of pleasure. She felt his fingers worm into her hair, and Sven pulled her head back. Her back arched and her breasts bounced as they were suddenly lifted up by the unexpected curve of her spine. It was painful, but it was perfect; she loved it. Kurt never did this to her. 

Now he was pulling on her hair, his thrusts increased in speed, his cock easily lubricated by her earlier come. She heard him grunt and groan as he fucked her. It was bestial and beautiful; the two lovers tangled in an animalistic embrace. She pushed back against his cock, the soft skin of her arse bouncing against his hips. He fucked her deep and hard. 

In that moment, nothing mattered. Not her job, not her husband -- especially not her husband. All that mattered was herself and Sven, and the ecstatic bliss she was feeling. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...FUCK." She screamed, as she was taken by him. She felt him give her arse a hard slap. And another. The stinging of her arse only added to her pleasure. She knew her cheek would be red and the thought of being spanked only aroused her further -- if that was even possible. 

God, this was hot! She felt herself about to come again, and he must have felt it, for he let go of her hair, and holding her, lay on his back, so she was now on top of him.

"Ride me." He commanded, and boy, did she oblige! She grinded her hips against his, teasing him. He looked up at her, eyes blazing with pure lust. She sat up on her thighs, and started to bounce, her whole body jolting as she dropped down his shaft, letting it slide as deep as she wanted it. 

Sven grunted and she saw his hands grip the sheets tight. Biting her lip sensually, she looked at him, willing him to know that she was giving him this pleasure, and nobody else. She wanted him to know that she was his; and he was hers. 

Letting go of the sheets, he grabbed her breasts -- one in each hand; and squeezed tightly. Taken aback by this sudden sensation, Yvonne tried to speak, but all that came out was a high pitched squeak. She grasped his hands with her own, and held them on her breasts as she straddled his cock. 

He let go of her breasts, and they bounced as they fell back into their regular position, the skin red from the tight grip of his hands. With a laugh, Yvonne slapped them together, enjoying the loud sound they made as they clapped together. She was proud of her breasts -- two of her best assets if she did say so herself; 32G and all natural, they were a gorgeous contrast from the slender curves of the rest of her body, and her long slim legs. 

She slapped them again, and grinned. She could tell that it made him even hornier -- and that made her hornier. She leant down, until she was pressing her stomach against his; her breasts pressed against his chest. She knew he could feel how hard her nipples were -- it would be an easy distinction against the soft flesh of her breasts. 

She was so close to him she could feel his hot breath on her skin; the stubble of his chin against her cheek. 

"Take me again, soldier." She said sensually, seductively whispering into his ear. Eagerly, he obliged, thrusting his pelvis, driving his rock hard cock deep inside her. 

Yvonne let out a low groan of pleasure, and felt Sven's hands on her arse. He massaged her rump, his fingers deliciously digging into her arse -- spreading the soft, round cheeks, and letting them fall back into place while his member speared into her, sliding in and out. She was dripping wet, and she could feel the damp hair on at his crotch -- damp with sweat and her come, mingle with her own moist hair. 

She let out a gasp when he spanked her arse. When he spanked it a second time; she came, emitting a loud squeal of pleasure, her fingers clawing at the sheets. Her entire body quivered, from the tip of her head to her toes. 

"Yvonne." He grunted. It was the only word she was able to make out; the rest of his words were swallowed by a deep, low groan. She could hear his breathing in her ear, it was rapid and he was almost panting, but still he thrusted deep inside her. 

His thrusts got slower and jerkier, and Yvonne knew was happening. She leapt off him, not wanting him to finish inside her, and knelt on the ground next to the bed. 

"Come on my face Sven." She ordered. "Make me yours." 

Quickly standing up, Sven obliged, stroking his rock hard member. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, but was surprised when he thrust his cock all the way down her throat. She tried to breathe, but he held her head there, and let out a harsh, bestial grunt as his hot come filled her throat, before collapsing onto the bed, breathing heavily. 

She gagged, and her throat rejected his semen, filling her mouth with it. It trickled out of the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and dripped onto her breasts. Taking deep breaths, Yvonne swallowed the come that was in her mouth, before her tongue darted out and cleaned her chin. She didn't care about the come that was on her breasts. 

She climbed onto the bed next to Sven, and kissed his limp cock, before climbing on top of him. She could feel how wet her sex was, and slid her hand down onto it. 

He watched her while she masturbated on top of him, her fingers rubbing her clit in circles. 

"Thankyou Sven." She said, biting her lip. He smiled and his fingers crept into her hair, pulling her head back. She groaned and grinned, sliding two fingers deep inside herself. 

"No problem." He said, kissing her collarbone as he held her head back. She furiously fingered herself, the movement of her arm causing her breasts to bobble uncontrollably. He slid a finger from his free hand into her mouth, and she eagerly sucked on it. A second finger joined the first, to match the two fingers she had in her pussy. 

Finally, she came for the final time, her who body bucking against his hand holding her head in place. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, and saliva drooled from her lips as Sven removed his fingers. 

Once she had recovered, he let her go, and she collapsed onto his chest, breathing heavily. 

"Sven..." she said breathlessly. He smiled at her. 

"Yes?" 

"I'm your whore." She said softly, staring at his chest. "I'm your little whore." She swirled a finger around his nipple, and planted her hand on his chest. "I'm your whore and I love you." She said. 

"I know." He said, his own hand massaging her side. She felt a safe, warm, comfort resting in the nook, between his chest and his strong arm. 

He kissed her forehead, leaving a delicate moist patch. "I love you too." He said, and the two lovers lay there, together in each other's arms, and their little world was complete.



The Affair



Let me start out by telling you about myself. I am a Mexican/American born and raised in the San Fernando Valley. I grew up in a mixed neighborhood, but never had any dealings with black people. When I went to work for a firm in south Los Angeles that was the first time I was exposed to black people. This is a tale of what happen to me.

Where do I begin? It started out as a simple flirtation. I would see Linda in the hallway and I began to get to know her by just teasing her a bit. She was the first black lady I ever met. We seem to hit it off real well. Linda is a fairly plain black lady, not real good-looking but not bad to look at. She always was happy and fun to be around. After a while we started going out to lunch together, nothing serious. We also started to go out with another couple after work for a drink or two. We played pool, played a few games. We did the things you do while drinking. I never gave it any thought. But it seems that she did. One of the times she went out with our regular friends without me, she had a little too much to drink and started saying how much she missed me and wished I were there. She carried on and finally had to be consoled by a friend. Of course I didn’t learn of this until the following Monday when my friend told me about it. Once again I didn’t give it a thought.

As time went on our outings at lunch got a little a little more intense. One time Linda adjusted my tie and pinched my nipple when she did it. I told her, I would get even for that. The next time we went out we started to fool around a bit and I pinched her nipple. Linda just laughed. Other times Linda would leave her blouse unbuttoned enough for me to see her breasts and nipples. She told me that she never wore a bra! I got a real good look at what I thought was some really fine looking breasts with the largest nipples I ever saw.

It took a while but on one our lunch periods I eventually kissed her. They were soft kisses, just a meeting of the lips. Now I am not what you call a good kisser but Linda didn’t seem to mind. She worked with me and taught me how to kiss her and do it well. So our outings at lunch became a bit more passionate. Mostly kissing and stuff. I never tried to touch her or push it any farther than kisses. To me, that was totally innocent. I’m a married man and didn’t want to press things to far. But things would soon change.

I was having a few problems at home. My wife and I were not getting along. We seemed to be arguing and fighting all the time. It got to the point that I thought we would separate and divorce. It seemed like she was mad at me all the time. Our sex life had gone to hell. She wouldn’t even let me kiss her. Let alone let me touch her. Now my wife has always had problems with sex but I thought she was working them out. I guess I was wrong. It was pretty frustrating. I took my troubles form home to work and to the bars after work.

It was one of those days, I was tired from work; it had been very stressful and it had really gotten me down. It was a Friday and Linda had a birthday that weekend. So I took her out after work to have a few drinks. She did not want to go to a bar. So I bought a four pack of wine coolers, wine coolers were her favorite drink. We went to the beach as it was close to where we worked. I nursed my cooler while she drank hers. I was still on my first drink and she had begun her second already. We just sat and talked. Mostly we talked about nothing, small talk the kind you do when you are comfortable with each other. Soon the talk got slow and we got lost in our own thoughts. Linda looked so fragile and innocent. Like she would break if you touched her hard or the wrong way. The car had bucket seats so we were not sitting that close to each other. She kind of leaned towards me. She was quite close by now. I leaned towards her. We looked at each other’s eyes. Then we kissed. This was not a peck stolen at lunch. This had feeling behind it. Linda slipped her tongue into my mouth and moved it around which caught me by surprise. 

But I didn’t back away. I let her do with my mouth what ever she wanted. After a few moments we broke apart. I was feeling something, something I had never felt before. To me, this was something special. I’m sure she felt the same way. Her eyes were glazed, her breathing fast. Almost like she was out of breath. I’m sure I looked the same way. Then she said, “I have got to have you!” At first I didn’t know what she meant. Then it slowly hit me. She wanted to take me to bed. Now I never saw myself as a great lover or being that well endowed. She said please take me somewhere. She became very impatient. She got real nervous and fidgety. Now this was something I had never done before even when I was single. I wasn’t sure what to do.

We drove around a while and found a motel where we could get a room for a couple of hours. You should have seen me filling out the registration card. I was as nervous as hell. My hands were shaking; I made up a name to put on the card. Now that I think of it I don't think they even kept the card. We went to the room. You didn’t need a key because the door was unlocked. I guess they had a lot of people that came here to do the same thing we were going to do. We went inside and kissed some more. This time Linda slowed me down and took the time to show me how to kiss her right. 

She showed me how to move my tongue to give her pleasure. How to tilt my head as best to make kissing easier. She taught me how to part my lips just the right way. I guess it was my turn to be impatient. As I fumbled with her blouse I unbuttoned it with shaking fingers. When it came off, there were her fully exposed breasts for the first time. Now Linda is a black lady of about 5’2” and had a small frame. She had a fairly dark complexion, which I found very appealing. Her breasts were not real big. But they were well rounded and full. Her nipples stuck out like the erasers on a pencil. I placed my mouth over them and tasted them; I went from one nipple to the other. Just mouthing and licking them as I went. My hands fit around her breasts perfectly. 

Then I removed her pants; she had on blue satin panties. They fit her ever so tight. Linda had a great ass, it was full and round like you would expect a black woman’s butt to be, it stuck out and seem like it formed a small shelf where her butt ended and the small of her back began. Her bush was full as well. This was the first time I had ever seen a black woman’s pubic hair, let alone touch it. It was soft as can be. I never had relations with a black woman before and I guess I thought her hair would be hard and stiff, like steel wool. People are always saying that black people have kinky hair. I was thinking in that old stereotype way. Man was I ever wrong. Her hair was soft and silky it seem to bounce against my hand. I enjoyed the way it felt.

Then it was my turn to get undressed. Like I said before I did not think I was endowed enough for her. When my pants dropped I felt a little ashamed. She reached down and touched me; it gave me the shivers. As she held me in her hands she said, “you’re plenty big enough.” When she held me I felt like I was getting bigger. I became harder than ever, almost like a steel spike. I couldn’t wait to get her in bed. Again she slowed me down. Showed me how to place my hands and gently rub her. I moved my hands over her breasts and down her ass. I followed her crack of her ass with my fingers. I felt her stomach and legs. My fingers touched her face. I explored her entire body. Then I made my way down to her vagina. I pushed my middle finger in and could feel her wetness. As my middle finger played with her pussy my thumb found her clitoris. Her clit stood out with only a slight hood. Her pussy was warm and wet and had a deep red color. My thumb made small circles over her clit. It gave her so much pleasure that she moan out load, I was in bliss.

It came time to make love to her. I had trouble at first I was all thumbs, and couldn’t do anything right. I was in a hurry to get at her. Linda seemed to always know when to slow me down. She took my member and guided it to her vagina. She folded my foreskin back over the head and put the head right at her “V”. When I entered her it slid in ever so slow she was very tight, then I started to work at it and began to pump. We found a rhythm and moved to a beat only we could feel. She did things that made me feel like a king. She did not just lay there her body moved all around. The action of her body, the way she moved. Every little movement did something to me, I felt like a porn star. Of course being the first time I tended to be a little quick on the trigger. 

I pulled out and shot cum all over her pussy, stomach, and chest. I placed my hands on it and rubbed it in. She put her hands on mine and rubbed with me. The act of making love to her made me feel wonderful. But I had tired myself out. I fell over to one side and rested next to her. Her body felt warm and cool at the same time. Her nipples were still hard. I felt them and the rest of her body. She looked at me and ran her hands over my body. Giving me the chills and making me squirm and shake. Her hands were both soft and rough. I think the roughness was because of the type of job she did at work. It was still very enjoyable.

As we rested we just looked at each other, not saying anything. Our eyes just wandered over each other. After a while she got up to take a shower. As she walked to the bathroom she looked back and called to me. I followed her into the shower.

In the shower, she lathered me up and I lathered her. My soapy hands roamed over her breasts and stomach. Then down to her pussy. As she lathered me her hands made their way to my groin, the motions of her hands again made me hard. Linda saw this and took control once again. She fondled my member as I held her. Once again we made love. This time standing up, I never did that before either. As I pushed her hard against the shower wall with her legs wrapped around me. I closed my eyes and was in bliss once again. I pumped her, and kept pumping until I came. Twice in just under an hour, again, something that I’ve never done. I think it had a lot to do with the situation. Afterwards we dried off and got dressed.

All of a sudden I got a case of the guilt’s. I started mumbling to myself about how I had done wrong. Linda knew how I must have been feeling, being all tense and stressed. She came over to me, put her arms around me she and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss; she looked me in the straight in the eyes. And said, “Now we had fun, you worked out all your tensions, now you can go home to your wife and fuck her like you never fucked her before.” And I did just that I amazed myself that I could perform again after the afternoon delight I experience earlier. The wife even commented that she enjoyed my lovemaking. She said I had never kissed her like that. She came out of the pattern and mood she had been in. It made me think that maybe it was not all her fault. Maybe I was bringing home my work problems and stress. 

All I know is that next time I get myself stressed out. I would have another rendezvous with Linda.



The Affair



My "affair" with my mother got started in a very unusual but exciting way. Exciting for a young teenager anyway.

From what I've read and from personal accounts from acquaintances, most mother-son affairs start with "accidental" encounters like the mother catching the son masturbating or the son walking in on the mother stepping out of the shower. Then things just happened. I've also heard or read about planned encounters where the son or mother purposefully expose themselves to the other or make overt sexual advances toward the other.

My story is a version of the "accidental" encounter, but with an exciting twist.

I was a very normal eighteen-year old male hormone factory in high school. I was just beginning to really explore sex. During my early teens, my friends and I would sneak peeks at our father's Playboy or porno pictures. I had, of course, discovered masturbating and the amazing thrill of an intense orgasm. I had a couple of very brief but pleasant boy-girl experiences. An older girl of 18 had introduced me to mutual oral sex. Another girl had jerked me off and let me finger fuck her. Nothing serious.

My mother was a typical stay-at-home mom and wife in typical American middle-class family, or so I thought. In the brief time I had been even thinking about and experimenting with sex, my mother never entered my mind. Sex and my mother were an alien concept to me. I had never observed my mom exhibiting any sexuality at all. She was very attractive and sexually appealing to other males, but I certainly did not see her in that way. She was relatively young, in good shape and had a great figure. She had 36D tits, a small waist, beautiful long legs, long wavy brunette hair, brilliantly bright green eyes and a stunningly beautiful face. She always turned heads wherever she went. Of course, I was aware of her beauty, but not her sexuality.

Okay, on with the story.

As I said, we were typical middle-class Americans. My stepfather had a good job and traveled a lot. Mom spent her spare time playing bridge and tennis with her girlfriends, mostly neighbors. There were two very close friends I'll call Linda and Jane. They were, like Mom young, athletic and good looking.

I came home one summer day after playing tennis with some friends. It was about 3:00pm and was very hot. I noticed Mom's and Linda's cars in the driveway, but didn't think anything about it since it was their normal tennis day and they almost always went to one or the other's house afterwards.

I went to the kitchen and got a cold drink and went to my room to change. I took a quick shower and slipped on a clean pair of boxers and lay down to relax. When I settled down, I heard sounds coming from Mom and Dad's room. Curious, I went into the hall and the sounds got louder. It was sort of a whimpering sound. Thinking that something was wrong, I went to the door and started to push it open. As I looked in, I got the shock of my life!

I saw Linda reclined in the easy chair in the corner with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. She had her knit tennis shirt pushed up and her bra off. She was squeezing her nipples and massaging her very large breasts. Her legs were spread wide and looped over the chair arms. She was squirming and moaning. Between her spread legs, was my Mom's head!!! Mom was still dressed in her tennis outfit and, in addition to licking Linda's cunt like it was her favorite dessert; she was furiously finger fucking her asshole.

I just stood there with my eyes bugging out, my breathing suspended and my mouth open. I could not comprehend what I was seeing. I'd seen pictures of women eating pussy, and knew that kind of thing happened, but I'd never seen it in person, and, of course would never have associated my own mother with such activity.

Well, as I stood there with my mind trying to catch up with reality, my cock caught on immediately. It was sticking straight up and pushing out of the bottom of my boxers. As my mind focused on what was happening, my hand had, on its own, grabbed my hardon and was stroking up and down from base to head.

Just as I came to my senses, Linda opened her eyes and looked right at me. I froze, terrified, right where I was. My hand froze in mid stroke and I just stood there expecting the worse. Amazingly, Linda just smiled and, putting both hands on Mom's head, she said, "Well, Marge (not my Mom's real name), looks like we've got company." Mom's head jerked up and turned to look. She gasped but did not get up or scream, but she too started to smile a sort of twisted but genuine smile. She never stopped finger fucking Linda's asshole.

Linda said, "Looks like your son has become quite a man, Marge. Just look at that thing! It must be at least eight inches and what a head on it!"

Mom said, "He takes after my dad, and I agree he certainly has grown. Come here Bobby, let your Mom see you."

God! I could barely move. I just sort of floated over to her with my hand still gripping my cock, my eyes bugging out and totally speechless. It was strictly automatic, an obedient son minding his mom. It was only about ten feet to the chair, but it seemed like forever getting there.

Once I got there, Mom gently removed my hand from my cock and replaced it with hers and said, "Relax Hon, you're going to like this. I know you're nervous and confused, but it's okay."

She started stroking my dick and turned to Linda and said, "How about it? Do you want to go first?"

Linda said, "Oh yes!" She bent forward and let Mom insert my cock in her mouth. Then Linda took my cock in her hands and started my first real adult blowjob. Wow! It was incredible. Her mouth was warm and wet, and her tongue was in constant motion. Her hand slid up and down the shaft following her mouth.

As Linda tended to my cock, Mom stood up and started sucking on my nipples. I'd never felt any thing like that and had no idea that my nipples were a source of sexual pleasure. She slipped out of her tennis shirt and skirt with quick movements. I noticed for the first time that she wasn't wearing panties. She placed my hand on her breasts, and I started massaging them and pinching her nipples. She began to moan and then began kissing me. Her tongue was darting in and out of my mouth like a flame.

With all this sensational sexual activity totally new to my body, I started to lose my balance. Mom and Linda, both stopped what they were doing and led me to the bed. My boxers had fallen to the floor and were quickly kicked into a corner. They lay me on my back and continued their work. Mom placed one of her tits in my mouth and said, "Here you go, Hon, suck on this." I started licking and sucking the hard nipple in my mouth while continuing to massage and squeeze the other one.

Linda kept up the cock sucking. Soon I began to realize I was ready to cum. I started breathing hard and moving my hips up against Linda's mouth. She, of course, understood what was happening as did Mom. Linda increased the pace of her sucking and Mom intensified her kissing. My cock starting convulsing and I shot my load into Linda's mouth. I came and came and came for what was probably only a few seconds, but seemed like forever. I filled her mouth to the point where she couldn't swallow fast enough and had to open her mouth and let some of the cum fall on my hips and the bed. Mom moved quickly to Linda's side and they both started lapping up my cum and kissing each other.

I was totally exhausted and just collapsed back on the bed. My cock, however, continued to stand straight up at attention.

Mom and Linda continued kissing and inverted into a sixty-nine position and plunged into each other's pussy with tongues and fingers flying. They were completely lost in their efforts to achieve mutual orgasms. It only took a few seconds and both came hard. Their bodies stiffened and vibrated and shook as they came. Id never seen women cum before and was both fascinated and aroused.

The three of us continued for another thirty minutes or so. I got blowjob from Mom while Linda ate her out from behind. After Mom and came, Linda said she was sorry to have to break up the party, but she had to go home and start dinner. Just like that! It was like this happened everyday!

Mom got up and went to take a shower while I just lay there trying to process what just happened. I was happy but confused and a little bit afraid. I had no idea how this would affect my relationship with my Mom, not to mention my stepfather. What about Mom being a bi-sexual. That was difficult too. Was that good or bad? I know I really liked fucking Linda and Mom (well we didn't fuck, but what we did was great!), but what happens now?

More to cum!



The Affair



I have watching her for some time now. Following her. I need to find out where she goes, what she's been doing and who she's with. The bitch!

She promised. Promised to love me; honour me and obey me. So how can this be right? How can she betray me like this - with him? I've seen her before with him of course - caught them together - but before it's always seemed so innocent, so natural. A Bar; a restaurant; the mall, his arm around her or holding hands as if they hadn't a care in the world. But this time it's different. I can see them through the window. The window of his home. The bitch!

It's dark now. I have to turn my coat collar up against the cold. A light drizzle begins to fall and dampen my hair. I burrow further into the shrubbery, powerful field glasses to my eyes as I study the drape less windows. They act as if they do nothing wrong, no sin being committed. They seem alone, unwashed dishes on the table to be left until morning, I suppose, as they curl up together on the sofa watching TV. I can just hear the muffled sounds from the television as the show continues. 

His arm is draped around her shoulder, her head resting on his chest. She kicks off her shoes and puts stockinged feet up on the sofa. They kiss suddenly and cuddle closer. My blood boils as I watch her flagrant display of betrayal.

Another kiss, this time more passionate, somehow more urgent. His hand moves to the back of her head his fingers running through her long, black hair. I feel the rain sting my face as it persists, mingling with my falling tears as I watch them together.

I catch my breath almost choking as I see his hand move down and cup one of her breasts through the material of her white blouse. I see her office jacket thrown casually over the back of the sofa and suddenly realise that she has gone to him directly from her work. Her clothes are the same that she always wears to work and that I know so well: white silk blouse, black skirt and black jacket. I know that the stockings she is wearing will be "hold-ups" and am almost certain that her bra and panties will match each other.

Their embrace continues as his hand further explores her covered breast and begins to slowly undo the buttons at the front of her blouse. I want to scream out for him to stop. He should not be doing this with her. She should not be allowing it. She belongs to me; always has and always will!

The buttons of her blouse are open now and I find it increasingly more difficult to control by breathing. I have to be quiet. Nobody must know. Her bra is white lace, I can see it quite clearly. I can also see that she is becoming excited; her chest heaving and her lips clamped tightly to his. He moves suddenly, maybe for a better position and I get a clearer view. She leans forward and allows him to remove the blouse completely. He does so and at the same time releases the catch at the back of her bra and pulls it forward quickly. They both seem to laugh as the garment falls away and the smooth roundness of her naked breasts is exposed to my gaze - and to his! The bitch!

But the laughing is short lived. His hands begin to massage the firm orbs, gently pulling and rolling the cherry-red nipples between his fingers. Her mouth is open and her head lolls back against the sofa as she allows this obscene intrusion. I can see that she is breathing hard now that their kiss is broken. I watch as his head moves forward; down towards her trembling breasts. His mouth opens and she looks down to see a nipple slowly disappear between his masculine lips. Her own lips part in a silent gasp as he tongues and sucks the hard buds; teasing her, enticing her towards climax

My anger at her infidelity is rampant, but I also feel something else, something different. A stirring in my loins indicates my own excitement. I can now understand the attraction of voyeurism - it's almost like watching a private pornographic movie but more intense - and for me, more uncomfortable! I let my hand fall to my crotch and squeeze. I'm hard, very hard and try to ease my erection into a more comfortable position.

I look back and realise that things have progressed. His shirt is now off revealing a strong, muscular torso. She raises her hips from the sofa, giggling again as his strong hands slowly ease her skirt down her long, smooth legs. I was right! White, silk panties that matched the bra and hold-up stockings. I commend myself on knowing her so well.

His hands are now on her panties. I look on with growing excitement as his thumbs hook into the waistband and roll the garment slowly over thighs, calves, shins, ankles and, finally, dainty feet. But for her stockings she is naked. Gracefully her legs spread as she once again settles herself back on the sofa and awaits his touch. His head dips slowly and I hold my breath realising that he is going to eat her in front of me - for my benefit and pleasure. I realise suddenly, that it is pleasure that I am experiencing - pleasure, excitement and lust mixed with underlying anger.

Her hands are at her own breasts now as his head bobs up and down between her spread thighs. I can see the expression of pure, animal lust on her face as she climbs higher and higher towards an inevitable climax. Her toes, encased in her stockings, rise up to points arching her insteps. Her thighs tremble. Her knees shake. Her black hair is thrown from side to side and she closes her eyes as the orgasm builds and rocks her lithe body. I can hear the sounds of her cries and screams even outside as she climaxes over and over again.

I can feel my own erection - my cock - pressing urgently against my pants. The cool night air and the drizzle do nothing to reduce my arduous feelings. Again I squeeze and readjust myself, but it's a futile exercise, I'm too hard. A thought strikes me. Why not take it out and relieve the pressure? If she can cum then why not me? The chill breeze feels good against the bare skin of my shaft and I hold myself tightly enjoying the feeling as my glans throbs and twitches in my palm.

Looking back again I can see that she is still reposed on the sofa. Her legs are still well spread and as she breaths hard I can see the pink folds of her labia glisten with moisture. He is standing over her. His fingers gripping and lowering the zip of his pants. He shimmies the pants down his legs together with shorts. A pang of jealousy stings me as I see he's much larger than I. I focus the glasses again. Yes, much larger - at least nine or ten inches in length and as thick as my wrist. 

He's indicating his excited condition to her and smiling. She's smiling as well and shuffles forward on the sofa to sit before him. I know what is to happen and I have to look. Her red painted lips part gracefully and her fingers grip his shaft, pulling him towards her. She teases him as he teased her before. Her pink tongue darts out and swipes over his throbbing cock head. I see him shiver slightly and close his eyes in ecstasy. Again and again she teasingly licks the tip; raining kisses down onto the purple flesh but not yet allowing him access to her mouth. He is becoming restless, frustrated. His hands move to the back of her head and entwine in the jet black tresses gently forcing her forward. His hips move urgently, bucking, as she relents and opens her mouth wide. His size is difficult to accommodate but with some work he manages to push about three inches of his cock into her.

My own tool throbs as I massage myself, watching as he begins to hump himself into her mouth. I begin to feel a little sorry for her but the look of lustful enjoyment on her face is undeniable. How can she be enjoying the assault so much when it's his cock inside her mouth rather than mine?

And yet my anger now takes a second place to my lust. I can feel my balls contracting and know that I have passed that critical point. I want to cry out as the seed spurts from the swollen, engorged tip, but I know I must be silent. My body shakes and convulses my vital fluid spills forth and I am nearly sated. Nearly but not entirely.

He wants her now and the feeling appears to be mutual. She releases his swollen manhood from her mouth and again lies back on the sofa legs spread almost painfully wide. Her arms beckon and welcome him as he moves between her legs, his erection glistening and hard. They couple easily. She seems to gasp as he penetrates her vagina, inch by inch sinking his weapon into her body. Soon he is buried completely and lifts her legs up onto his shoulders. He begins slowly. In and out, deeper and deeper with each long thrust. Her stockinged feet drum a tattoo against his back as he begins to build up speed gripping her butt cheeks with his hands and pulling her towards him with each downward lunge.

I can hear sounds around me and slowly realise that they are no longer coming from the adulterous couple behind the window. I know that someone is there and I know I should run; take off before I'm caught, but I feel inexorably drawn to the culmination of the scene before me. I have to watch more, have to see them finish.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing, buddy!"

The voice is harsh and authoritative. I know I must try and run, escape, evade discovery. But it's too late now. 

In the lounge he's cumming. He's withdrawn and I see his semen pouring from his weapon just as I feel a heavy hand on my arm, twisting it behind me. I turn slowly, apprehensively and realise that the hand belongs to a large uniformed cop. I'm dragged unceremoniously from the shrubbery to face a second, equally large cop. I don't understand. I'm treated as a criminal, a pervert. What have I done wrong?

"You know, Mr. Pendle, you should really close the drapes if you're gonna do that!" The first cop said.

John Pendle looked sheepishly down at his bare feet and pulled his gown tightly around him. "Yeah, sorry officer, my wife and I just didn't think. Who was he anyway, just some pervert getting his rocks off?"

"Said his name was Drake. Bill Drake. Seems he just got out of hospital. Some kind of breakdown I think. Kept muttering away about his wife, June, having an affair."

"Ex-wife," said June Pendle quickly as she gripped her husband's arm. "We were married for a short time, but we had problems. We divorced about ten years ago! He's been in hospital ever since. You see, he stalked me for months after we parted and now it looks like it's going to start all over again!"

The tears started to flow as she turned to her husband for comfort. "Oh my God, John! Will he ever leave us alone?"



The Affair



*Note: This is a story I had originally written and posted over a year ago. I have changed a few things and done some more editing. I am resubmitting it for several reasons. I am almost ready to submit a sequel to this story, and also would like this to go under my submissions with my profile. Some of you wrote back the first time strongly against the affair. I, too, am strongly against affairs, but have found that it makes for a hot story line. Look for the sequel that explains more of Teri's actions. It also has a story line that will hopefully be a little more pleasing. 

Although, I identify with the main character, let me just say that this is purely a work of fiction. And although the characters are based on real people in my life, the names are not the same and the events are fiction. This story came about from a fantasy I had.* 

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It started out innocent enough. A friendly weekend getaway in Vermont had introduced her to a new friend and eventually a new lover. A friendly smile, a casual knowing glance in her way, a few subtle passes had all started her on her way to where she is now. 

It had all started when some friends had invited them to a friend's house in Vermont for the weekend. It had been an eternity since they had all had a family weekend and seemed like forever since they had seen each other without one of them rushing out the door to work, or for an evening out "with the guys". They jumped at the chance to spend some quality family time together. They would be driving up, so that would add to their time together. They had heard about Clark and had seen pictures of him, but neither had ever actually met him. They felt as if they had known him, though, because of his name coming up so often in conversations with their friends, Sharon and Dean. 

Clark had recently bought an old country house and was in the process of refurbishing it. A large 2 story house with a basement in the country just at the height of fall when the leaves were on fire with color. It was a quiet quaint town away from the hustle and bustle of city life that they had been used to. It was to be the perfect weekend for them. 

They arrived there late Friday night; everyone had already gone to sleep. The next morning when they awoke they found that their host, Clark, had gone to the store to get some groceries for breakfast. She had heard in a low, deep voice, say there was coffee on if anyone wanted any, on his way out the door. Being an unfamiliar voice, she knew this had to be his. She finally had a voice to go with the face she had seen in pictures so many times before. She decided that she would head for the shower before anyone else had a chance to use up the hot water before her. 

After her shower she began straightening up their bedclothes from the previous night and making sure their kids were dressed before going out to play in the fall leaves. She hadn't even noticed that Clark had returned from the store. As she passed through the kitchen on her way out to holler at the kids, she didn't notice him standing in the doorway watching her. Then suddenly he appears in front of her, his hand is out stretched, presented to her. "You must be Teri," he says. She takes his hand, shakes it and returns the greeting. She does not notice at the time his large stature or his large sapphire blue eyes. She is after all still in love with her husband of 17 years, college sweethearts she thought would be together always; soul mates as she liked to think of their relationship. 

The day progressed like any lazy family weekend. The guys turned on the TV to watch football and the kids ventured outdoors to soak in the crisp autumn air. Her friend Sharon had decided to take a nap, knowing they would be up late. Teri decided to join their kids outside who had started a small game of football. She did not notice the pair of eyes that followed her from the picture window in the family room. He watched her every move. When she laughed with the children, he smiled. When she blushed in embarrassment to a wrongfully thrown ball, he noticed the heat that arose in her cheeks. He noticed her round buttocks when she bent over to play center, and he noticed her breasts as she pulled her arm back to pass the football. She wasn't his, but he began to think of how he was going to get her. He had to have her. 

Dinner was uneventful as far as they were concerned. They ordered pizza and ate in the basement, which had been turned into a playroom. There was the usual amount of laughter and playing around which always seemed to accompany children at the dinner table. After all, these weren't sophisticated adults at a formal dining table. This was pizza in a basement. A belch was heard here, a burp there, another one was called a pig for the amount of pizza consumed, kids' play over pizza and soda. 

After pizza, their host treated them out for a night around town. They walked around town with a stop by the ice cream parlor and a trip through the park for the kids. He watched her as she ate her ice cream cone. It gave him pleasure knowing that she was licking something he had bought for her. He watched her lips as they parted to take in the sweet substance. He watched in anguish as her tongue glided up the cone to catch the melting cream. He imagined for a moment what her tongue would feel like somewhere else. 

This time she catch a glimpse of him watching her and redness appeared on her face. She waited until she thought he wasn't looking and hopefully her husband wasn't either and then she thought it was her turn to check him out. He was wearing black jeans and a polar fleece pullover. He had nice thick hair, which was a good sign for a man who appeared to be in his late thirties. She started to notice his eyes. For the first time since she met him, she noticed they were blue with long lashes. He wore glasses, which magnified his eyes and lashes. He was tall, about 6'2", large build, about 200 to 220 lbs, but not fat, broad shoulders, and a butt that fit well in his Levi's. Her favorite brand; she always liked how the red tag was well placed on the back pocket that allowed her to see the shape of their ass. She smiled to herself for the amount she had been able to catch in such a quick glimpse. She prided herself on being able to size up people, especially men in just a glance. 

They moved on a miniature golf place. The kids could play putt-putt golf and video games while the big boys could race go-carts. She sat in the stands cheering her husband on trying to avoid looking at Clark, but she couldn't help noticing his smile as he passed by her. She watched him with her friend, Sharon. They seemed to have a close bond between them. She watched them talking, laughing and hugging. She knew that it was only plutonic. It had to be. Sharon would never cheat on Dean. If anyone would cheat, she figured Dean would be the one to cheat. And after all, she knew that Sharon and Dean had once lived with Clark for a while before they first found their own place when they were first married. It was only natural that they were close. 

It was getting late and time to head back to his place. She traded with Dean so could ride back with her husband and she could ride back with Sharon and Clark. She listened to their conversation and tried to familiarize herself with Clark through his conversations. She watched the corners of his eyes and his lips and his smile as he talked. She felt a warm rush to her cheeks. She couldn't believe she was starting to feel this way over another man. She couldn't believe she was blushing at someone other than her husband. 

When they arrived back at Clark's, the guys had decided they wanted to go out. She was concerned that her husband would spend all their vacation money in one night. Dean and Bill made it a habit going out, and spending money. Dean was good at talking Bill into things. She figured this time was no different. Dean assured her that he would keep tabs on her husband, but some how that didn't make her feel any better. Then Clark entered the room with an omnibus presence. Laid a hand on her shoulder and said he would watch him. She wanted to jump out of her skin at his touch. She felt herself giving in as if his touch willed her to let the financial issue go. 

The men left, and Sharon and the kids said their good nights. Teri put the boys to bed, and then settled in the family room to watch some TV. The autumn evening air had put a chill in the old house and she grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch to throw over her legs. She couldn't help notice Clark's scent in the blanket. She pulled it up around her shoulders, closer to her face where she could catch a better whiff. It smelled like musk and of a man that enjoyed the outdoors. 

The next morning the kids had gone into Clark's room to watch cartoons. Sharon and Dean had gone to the store for breakfast. Clark was asleep in the family room, and Bill was still sleeping in the guest room. Teri went in Clark's room to check on the kids and to join them watching TV. She crawled up into Clark's bed, and smiled at the thought of climbing in under his comforter. The kids started in a game of "pillow fight". She joined in then realized they should keep the noise level down so not to wake Clark and Bill, but it was too late. Clark was already awake. Sharon and Dean had returned from the store and were cooking breakfast. The scent of cooking bacon alone could have easily wakened him. He came into the room and smiled at Teri under his covers. He wondered when the next time would be that he'd see her in his bed. He came in looking for his glasses and a hairbrush; although she felt he really didn't need a brush. His hair looked fine. She noticed how merry his eyes looked without his glasses on. She liked the way he looked first thing in the morning. She wondered how he tasted first thing in the morning. 

After breakfast, Sharon was planning on going out antiquing. Bill was planning on taking the boys out to do some sight seeing. Dean and Clark settled in the family room to watch football. She asked if Teri wanted to go along. It had been a long time since Teri had an opportunity to get out. They looked up addresses in the phone book of some antique shops they wanted to try. Then Sharon asked Clark if he wanted to go with them. Teri thought she was going to bust. Clark not only accepted he offered to drive. Dean said he thought Clark was planning on watch football. Clark said he could watch football next weekend. It wasn't everyday he was invited to go antiquing with the ladies. 

They climbed into Clark's Suburban, Sharon in the front with Clark and Teri behind Sharon, this way she could sneak glances at Clark. Their first stop hadn't turned up much. Clark through a few passes Teri's way. She smiled, but didn't return the flirtations. She couldn't help notice how he walked beside Sharon. She thought it was nice that they were such good friends. She hoped she too would get to know Clark better, to have such a close friendship with him. He was funny and intelligent. He was also slightly crude which gave him a certain amount of attraction from her point of view. It was a side she wasn't used to. 

Being a Sunday, most of the antique shops were closed. It was getting late and they decided it was time to head towards home. As they rounded the corner, they found a big antique shop that was open. They were delighted. Especially Teri. They had been riding around for hours and her bladder was about to burst. 

After relieving herself, she roamed around the china section. She discovered a porcelain teapot and a few other pieces that caught her fancy. He brushed up against her at the check out. His touch startled her, her heart leapt into her throat. His hand touched hers. "Do you need any help?" he asked. She felt a stirring deep in her soul. How much she wanted to look into his deep blue eyes and tell him what was really going on inside of her. 

By the time they arrived back to his place, Bill had returned home with the boys and had the car packed and ready for the trip home. Home was a place that she wasn't looking forward to going to at that moment. If only she could freeze time. If only she wasn't married. If only.... 

While dinner was cooking, Clark gave the boys each a ride through the hills on his dirt bike. He promised Sharon a ride after dinner. Teri had wanted one too. The thought of being with Clark alone riding in the countryside made her heart stir. How she longed for a few minutes alone with him to figure out what was really going on between them. The forbidden lust that seemed to be growing between them made her hot and wet. 

Bill wanted to get going. He wasn't looking forward to the long drive home to Baltimore. It was getting late and he knew the traffic would be heavy. Driving Highway One with Maryland tags and sharing the road with truckers was not the kind of evening he had in mind. He was anxious to get home and spend some of his vacation time with his wife. They hadn't been alone since they arrived at Clark's and he had sensed Clark's eyes following his wife around. And why shouldn't they. She was in good shaped for a mother of two in her mid thirties. Childbirth had widened her hips, only making them more accepting to his large build. Childbirth had also changed her perky teenaged size B cup breasts into full, voluptuous 36C's. Her arse was rounder than ever. He enjoyed his wife's body. Just thinking about it made him hard. He couldn't wait to get her home and enjoy what was rightfully his. 

Teri, Bill and the boys said their goodbyes. Running out of time, Teri didn't get the quiet bike ride she was looking forward to. She hugged Clark and promised to return soon. He hugged her back fervently not wanting to let her go. "Next time we'll get our ride," a promise he whispered in her ear. He smelled her perfume and her hair. He wished he could linger in the scent a little while longer. Why did she have to be married? He made her promise to keep Bill awake and alert for the ride home, thinking only of her safety. 

On the way home, she held her partner's hand. She tried to think about them, but thoughts of Clark kept entering her mind. She could not get his smile and those sapphire eyes out of her mind. They seemed to burn right through to the very core of her soul. 

They arrived home early the next morning. Lucky they had both taken the day off of work. They had both been up all night and needed to sleep. The boys, 5 & 9, were self-sufficient. Teri showered and through in a load of laundry. She took the denim shirt she had worn the night before and smelled it. It still held Clark's scent. She didn't really want to wash it. She wanted to hold on to the thought of him a little while longer. 

As she laid down to nap, images of him drifted into her dreams. She couldn't stop thinking of him. She had to know if he was thinking of her too. She went on line and sent him and E-mail thanking him for the weekend. She had felt a cold coming and felt as if she had caught his cold. She playfully thanked him for sharing his cold. 

The next few days seemed to be a dream. She returned back to work, lived out her days thinking only of him. She couldn't wait to get home and read his return E-mail. Their E-mails had turned more and more playful. She flirted with him and he flirted back. It was over the Internet, so it was harmless. She wasn't looking into his blue eyes, he couldn't see her brown eyes. 

Then one evening after the boys had gone to bed, there was a knock at the door. She answered and Clark was there like a breath of fresh air. At last they were face to face. No more E-mail between them. They had to confront each other. Teri thought she was going to cum right then and there. He asked if he could come in, she told him Bill wasn't home. He said he had talked with Dean the night before and found out that Bill was working at the police station that night. So, he planned this. He did not want her husband to be home. 

He said that ever since they had left his place, he could not stop thinking of her. Her heart started to race. Yes, he too had been thinking of her. But it wasn't right. She was married. Her boys were sleeping in their rooms. Her husband wasn't home. She hugged him and said she was glad to see him. He leaned into her and kissed her. She pushed him back and said it was wrong, that she loved Bill and the boys. She couldn't do this to them. He took her, leaned her back and kissed her again, this time long and hard. She couldn't think. Her heart was pounding. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hands were sweaty. This is what she had been fantasizing about all week. She knew she wanted this. She wanted him. She had only known one man in her life. Now it was time to taste someone different. But could she do this? He was kissing her neck and caressing her shoulders. Her knees were starting to buckle and a warmth was growing between her legs. 

Her walked her over to the couch and sat her down. He looked her long and deep in the eyes. Her hands were pushing him away, but her eyes were saying, "take me". He pushed her back and continued kissing her. His tongue began searching her mouth. He tasted her warm sweet lips. How he had imagined how they would taste. He wanted to taste more of her. He wanted to know her inside and out. He reached for her breasts. They were soft and full. She gasped at his touch. Her nipples shivered and sprang forth at his touch. He took one through her shirt and gently squeezed it between his thumb and index finger. A soft moan escaped her lips. She arched her back and pushed her chest into him. He continued kissing her lips while playing with her breasts. His kisses were deep and passionate. Her head was spinning. She was drowning in their lust. 

His lips left hers and began to work their way down her neck. He lifted her shirt, cupped one of her breasts, releasing it from the confines of her bra. She shivered. Chills were going down her spine as the heat was growing inside her womb. He gently took hold of her nipple and rolled it in his fingers. It hardened to his touch. He breathed on it, then took it into his mouth. Gently he held it between his teeth and pulled out on it. It stood out about and inch and a half. She moaned and scratched his back with her nails. 

Then it hit her. What was she doing? She was about to cheat on the only man she had ever loved. What if one of the boys woke up and walked in on them. How was she ever going to explain this? This was enough to break the mood for her. She painfully pushed him away. She couldn't. Not here. She told him that she wanted him, but couldn't do it in the house she shared with her husband. She asked if she could meet him tomorrow for lunch. She's have her sister watch the boys for her. She'd tell Bill she was going out shopping. She couldn't believe she was going to lie to her husband. In 17 years of marriage, she hadn't once lied to him. She looked into Clark's sapphire eyes. They mesmerized her. She seemed to be in a trance each time she looked at them. 

They planned when and where they would meet the next day. She chose a restaurant on the other side of town. It had to be one where no one knew her, which was not easy to do being a cop's wife. 

She arrived early the next day, an ordered a drink from the bar. She didn't usually drink, but she figured she needed something. 

She smiled as he rode up on his bike. He walked in, found Teri and said he owed her a ride. They rode out by the water, down by the river. How she loved the water. She watched the reflections of the sky in the water. She saw the clouds drift by in the reflections. The air felt cool on her skin. They rode out to a park and stopped. 

He pulled her around and sat him in front of him. He took off his helmet, and then removed hers. He kept eye contact the entire time. He knew he had to have her. He leaned forward and kissed her. This time she kissed him back passionately. Her head was about to explode. Her hands grew sweaty. This was it, she told herself. She was going to let it happen. She wanted him. She inhaled his scent, which was still fresh in her memory. 




The Affair



He reached behind him and untied the blanket he had rolled up on the back of his bike. He spread it on the ground, took her hand and let her to him. His eyes met hers and he reassured her. He smiled at her and flashed his long lashes at her. She met him on the blanket and kissed him. She began to let her hands wander. His chest was hairy. She could feel the hair through his shirt. His pecks were hard. She could feel his manhood hardening beneath her. He continued kissing her and rolled her over. His hands found her breasts and he squeezed them. Just as he remember them, soft and full. He kissed her neck; she stroked his hair. She loved the feel of his hair between her fingers. He lifted her shirt, reached around behind and undid her bra, and smiled as her round full breasts fell out of her bra cups. He tasted her. He was finally going to taste all of her. She moaned softly. He took one nipple in his mouth and teased it, and then he went to the other. He went back and forth alternating nipples for several minutes. The passion was beginning to stir between her legs. He looked at her belly, which was surprisingly flat for a woman of her age with two children. She watched him examine her. She knew she was in good shape for 37.

He sat up, took her hand and placed it on his growing mound. She felt it through his jeans. It felt slightly larger than her husband's. Her eyes widened a little. He watched her reaction as she touched him there. He had been with the ladies. He knew he was built there. She reached up and under buttoned his jeans, then she undid them and slowly they slipped his pants down. His manhood sprang forward. She took his warm cock in her hands and stroked it to its firmness, which didn't take long. She leaned forward and took the head in her lips. Oh, ho, did that feel good. She began to open her mouth wide and relax her jaw to take in all of his thick 9 inch cock. When she had deep throated it, he thought he was going to shoot his load there. But he held back. He knew it would be better if he waited. She pulled his cock almost all the way out of her mouth, then found the area underneath his head that she knew was sensitive and began licking it. He thought back to the night he had watched he eating the ice cream cone. Now he knew what her tongue felt like. She continued stroking his cock with her hands, licking the sensitive area below his head and deep throating him. Her strokes were steady and driving him out of his mind. She knew she was good at giving head. It usually didn't take her husband long to shoot his load in her mouth. He felt that familiar twitch build up inside him. At least he couldn't hold back any longer. He reeled his had back and shouted as he came in her mouth. She swallowed and sucked until she had pumped every ounce out of him. Her tongue brushed his pee slit sending shivers up his spine. She had some cum dripping from the corners of her mouth. 

He smiled at her. She smiled at him satisfied that she was able to orally please him. She knew she was good. 

He pushed her back and kissed her breasts. Now it was his turn to satisfy her. He had been waiting for this ever since he had met her. He wanted to hear her scream. He licked in between her breasts and slowly moved down her belly. He wanted to savor every inch of her. He undid her belt and pants and slid her pants down slowly. By this time, the heat inside her had grown so much. She wanted him to just rip her pants off, but he didn't. He took his time. He knew that if it was to be done right, he had to go slow. 

He kissed her thighs and worked his way down her legs. His kisses sent sharp tingles down her spine. He could smell her wantonness. He touched her V. He could feel the moist heat through her panties. He leaned forward and breathed in her scent. This aroused her more. He once again kissed her thighs sending even more shivers down her spine. 

Slowly her removed her panties and saw her bush. He ran his fingers through her hair. It was soft and warm and moist. Gently he parted her lips with his fingers. She was already wet with growing anticipation. He traced the folds of her lips with a finger. She was now softly moaning. He leaned in further to taste her. She smelled of sweet sex. She was cheating on her husband. He knew that he was going to enjoy her. He smiled to himself. 

He stuck out his tongue and began to lick her. She nearly came then. He found her growing clit. It was pink and sticking out beyond her folds. He licked her clit and dipped a finger at the same time. The heat growing inside her soul was growing unbearable. If he didn't make love to her soon, she was going to come all over his face. He stuck two fingers deep inside her, then pushed her clit with his thumb. That was all she needed. She hissed and moaned and came all over his tongue. He lapped every bit of it up, which made her hips jerk hysterically. 

He sat up, leaned over her and kissed her full on the lips. She could taste her cum on his lips. She had never really tasted herself before. Bill always waited a little bit after eating her out before he kissed her. He figured she wasn't in to tasting her own cum. It was both sweet and salty, like nothing she had ever tasted. 

He kissed her breasts again not wanting her to calm down completely. Then kissed her lips again. His tongue searched hers. Then he looked her in the eyes as if to say "this is it". She could feel him pushing against her. His cock fully erect now with the anticipation of full penetration. He smiled at her again, then kissed her and grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head. She pulled them back down to their waist still keeping them locked. Then slowly he worked his way inside her. 

Dipping just the head at first. She was already well lubed and didn't really need to be eased into, but he felt he should go slowly. He thought she could change her mind if she wanted to, but she was already beyond the point of no return. She brought her hips up to meet his and together they pushed him deep into her. She felt him fill every inch of her. They both moaned with this thrust. This was a long over due meeting; something until now that they had only fantasized about. Now the moment was here and they both gave in to the tidal wave that was surging through their bodies. 

Like the waves in the sea, their hips rose and fell with each crashing wave. They had become one. They kissed and held on to the moment for as long as they could. He could feel her muscles contracting around him. She could feel him inside her, filling her, and hitting her womb. She opened up and bore her soul to him. 

He grabbed her waist and rolled her over on top of him, never breaking the contact. She saw those sapphire eyes watching her and she smiled at them. She rose up and thrusted herself back down on top of her. She felt the familiar twinge inside her building. She sat up and bounced on his prick. He watch the joyful expressions on her face as she impaled herself on him and satisfied herself. 

He too felt a familiar surge building up in his loins. He reached between them and thumbed her clit; she reached down and grabbed his balls. The two exploded together in a rush of orgasm. She screamed as she came forgetting that they were in a public park. She fell on top of him exhausted. They kissed and she rolled off of him. They lay there for a while in each other’s arms starring up at the sky reflecting on their newfound love. 

Then as quickly as it had all happened between them, they knew it was time to go. They weren't sure where they were going to go in their relationship from there or how they were going to handle it. They only knew they weren't ready to give it up. 

She had to go and face the music with her sister. She wasn't sure what she was going to tell her, she only knew she could trust her with her secret, for that is what it had to be for now, a secret. 

It had all started out so innocent and now she didn't know where she was. She still loved Bill. You didn't just abruptly drop a 17 year marriage, she also knew she loved Clark. She was lost, engulfed in the sea of love...